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17068/I bring you to the best places!
2024-02-29T17:58:30Z
<p>Hobb: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2024/02/01 |Location=Gotham Cemetery |Synopsis=Harley pretends to be in dire trouble to get her friend Pamela to leave home for once. They capture..."</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/02/01<br />
|Location=Gotham Cemetery<br />
|Synopsis=Harley pretends to be in dire trouble to get her friend Pamela to leave home for once. They capture Tombstone and Harley makes Ivy a proposal she can't refuse.<br />
|Cast of Characters=43,574<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Why did Harley take this bounty? At a cemetery of all places! At night! During Winter! In Gotham! Really, she was freezing all over and she was making sure that OTHER people knew about her woes by way of message.<br><br>&gt; Who knew graveyards were so cold, eh?<br>&gt; Freezin my ass off<br>&gt; <br>&gt; Oh, hey, look at these cool chrysanthemums! I am bringing some for your garden.<br><br>It's followed by photos of a few chrysanthemum flowers in, you guessed it, a cemetery! What the heck is Harley doing there?<br><br>More photos come. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!<br><br>But the last one ..., it shows a pair of booted feet. Then another with blurred movement.<br><br>And finally silence.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>Who knew that graveyards were so cold?<br><br>Pamela did, that's who. It was Pam's phone that Harley was blowing up. The first message was regarded and chuckled at...then the picture of the chrysanthemums is regarded. Oh, those were some rather lovely flowers...Harley was certainly right to think to bring them over.<br><br>&gt; Why are you in a graveyard?<br><br>The message is fired off after the first pic. But, apparently, Harley is taking up amateur photography as more and more pictures come in.<br><br>"Oh Harls, really...calm down on the pics"<br><br>Ivy speaks out loud, seemingly to herself as more and more of the pics come in. Until...the last two come in. Booted feet. Then the blurry picture.<br><br>Then nothing.<br><br>Pamela doesn't need to be a world class detective or sport bat-themed paraphernalia to know that something just happened and Harley might be in danger. And...even though Harley is more than capable of handling herself, there is still that worry. That concern for her friend that prompts Ivy into action.<br><br>And action is...grabbing a coat and leaving for the one graveyard Pammy knows...The Gotham Cemetery. "Damn it, Harls...you better be okay when I get over there."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Narrator: Turns out ..., Harls wasn't okay.<br><br>Or at least not as okay as she could had been if she had been allowed to continue taking her cool pictures to send to her bestie. Maybe she would make a bouquet to bring when she had been interrupted by none other than the target of her bounty along with his cronies. Maybe she should had cared more about her surroundings instead of going sightseeing! Alas...<br><br>Arrival at the cemetery tells of the cold felt. Even for Gotham it's *cold* which may be a touch unusual perhaps. The gates are open, creaking in the sharp wind that's felt whistling by. Other than that? An ominous silent that's cut through by a scream and .... a giggle?<br><br>What the heck has Quinn got herself into this time?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>A scream...and a giggle. Well...that could be Harley. Either part. Or both. Harley is unpredictable in that regard.<br><br>Another thing that is unpredictable is the fact that a slightly worried and rather perturbed Poison Ivy is prowling the graveyard. It is cold, which makes Pamela cranky. And Harley is in trouble, which makes Pamela even more cranky. And the fact that Pam doesn't people (with few exceptions) well? Whoever is the cause of Harley's particular situation now is probably going to be in for a rather rude awakening.<br><br>But first, to find out where Harley even is. She would have to pick the biggest damn graveyard in Gotham, of course. In the middle of the night in the dead of winter, no less.<br><br>Off Ivy trudges, towards the sound of the scream. The wind whips her red hair behind her as she clutches the winter coat tighter around her.<br><br>"This better not be a surprise party or something..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Another giggle pierces through the cold wind of the graveyard. A Harley-giggle. A Harggle? Still, that's the clownette. Is she fooling around at a cemetery of all places?<br><br>"Hey, hey. Not so tight. I am ticklish.." Yep, Harley. That mixture of Gotham dash Brooklyn accent very noticeable. "Listen, I am tellin' ya, bettah let me go befouh she arrives." a warning to her tone.<br><br>A laugh is the response to Harley's words, a grave voice heard, "Quinn, we all know you have no more allies in Gotham after you went legit. And what's this .., a bounty contract? I am worth ..., this little?" That's Tombstone, small time villain in Gotham that could be a lot stronger if only he was smart enough to put his cold powers to use, "Well, there's still a bounty on YOUR head, Quinn. So maybe I will just bring it over and collect."<br><br>A chortle is followed, along with a few laughs from other people. Tombstone isn't alone.<br><br>And they all seem to close by near the mausoleums.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh....how cute. Finding a Tombstone in a graveyard. Harley's a genius. Either that, or Tombstone isn't the sharpest knife in the block. The obvious collations aside...it would be the first place to look for someone that shares their name with granite grave markers.<br><br>Still, it isn't hard for Pam to track down the voices. Oh...close to the mausoleums. That's handy. Some of those crypts have been around for ages. And...while whatever natural ivy would be dead normally due to the cold weather, the fact that mausoleums usually carry rich relatives means that there are always some sort of living plant life present. Those rich relatives have descendants always trying to get in the good graces of the family...so flowers are a thing. Even as Ivy steps up, she sees that the crew that has Harley didn't go too far.<br><br>After all, those chrysanthemums are awfully close by, just next to one of the mausoleums. Definitely a fresh arrival.<br><br>And that gives Ivy an idea. Just as long as she can get close enough without being seen.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Peeking over Pam can notice what's going on. Harley is currently sitting on the ground, back against a large tombstone and tied up. She seems oddly relaxed, even with them threatening to cut off her head. It makes her giggle. "Only the Queen can cut heads off. Trust me, I was one." she really was. But that's not a tale for now! For right now there's clear danger for Harley to lose it. Metaphorically and literally. Although most will say that she already lost it metaphorically.<br><br>"Ok ok, how about this. I tell her ya guys treated me right and she won't be too mean. How about that...?" Who is she talking about? Does she know Ivy is on the way?<br><br>Tombstone, who now is in full vision, laughs. "Nah, think we just bring ya to Quellazaire." which makes Harley roll her eyes, "Not that bitch again..."<br><br>And that's when Ivy is creeping in. Sneaky sneaky. All until her foot hits a slab which was, unfortunately, rather loose. It falls to the side with a loud *CRASH*. The goons look over. "Boss, there's someone over there!" they start drawing out weapons. Knives mostly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>Quellazaire? That bitch?<br><br>The name, of course, is recognizable to Ivy. It's that same woman that got all bent out of shape when Pammy decided to teach the construction crew a lesson and reclaimed a prime piece of real estate for nature. But...it was their fault, really.<br><br>However, the name does cause a momentary distraction. And really, the workmanship on that gravestone?! Shoddy! Someone really ought to complain about that!<br><br>But, for right now, Ivy really ought to pay more attention to her surroundings.<br><br>"Shit. Well...there goes the surprise." That dark murmur is unmistakingly Ivy. Of course, the moment her cover is blown, Ivy reaches out to the flower display at the mausoleum. "Little help, if you please?" In response, the greenery starts to shudder, before sprouting forth in a fury of leaves and petals in an attempt to take out a couple goons close by.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>The trenchcoat makes it so the goons are pretty confident that they can handle the dame that just popped up. Maybe they think it's someone lost. Again, Tombstone doesn't hire the best of help either. Poor guy. The tall villain turns to face Ivy, his face ashen like a ..., tombstone..., hitting a fist to palm.<br><br>"You know what to do, boys. Get her!"<br><br>Two of the goons that had just stepped forward to grab Ivy are caught by the flowers that shoot out on the unsuspecting bad guys, a yelp as they are swallowed by the greenery.<br><br>The two goons that remain, along with Tombstone, seem to recognize Ivy's handiwork though. Not many people in Gotham with that kind of flower power! "Oh shit boss, it's Poison Ivy! What's she doing here?!"<br><br>"I don't care! Time to see if her flowers can handle my frost though.." And soon enough his hands glow as a frigid wind claims the graveyard, temperatures dropping quite fast.<br><br>As for Harley? She is smiling broadly from her sitting position, jumping up and down a little as the ropes struggle to keep her still. All that super strength seems to be working in her favor! Why didn't she just get herself free earlier? "Paaammmmyyyyy! There you are. Thought you'd like the excitement!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh...cold. That's no good. As the temperatures drop, the instant jungle that took out two of Tombstone's thugs starts to freeze. Yet, it keeps the goon squad within all tight and cold, as well. But, as for Pam? No, she doesn't like the cold at all. After all, she lives in a greenhouse for a reason!<br><br>"R...r...really, Harley" stutters Pam. "Y..y...you could have just called. Like a n..n..normal person." Oh, yeah, she is not feeling the coldness. And, with it being the middle of the night, not too great with without the sun. Still...Poison Ivy is in the house. Or, rather, graveyard.<br><br>And with the look she levels Tombstone, it would appear that Ivy is set on taking her frustrations out on him.<br><br>But first...what to do? Her surprise plant attack is frosting over. And the wind isn't helping matters at all. But...maybe...maybe the wind can help after all.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Tombstone grins as Ivy displays her displeasure at the cold, "I have always wanted a frozen garden." admittedly, corny comeback line. But do you expect more of someone calling himself Tombstone?<br><br>The man laughs and gestures, "Go on. Take her out." The remaining goons look a bit skeptic about going against POISON IVY but eventually do get a bit of their confidence up when they notice how the plants have frozen over. Good thing they brought their heavy coats and gloves. Knives come out as they advance, determined to trim down some of Ivy's leaves!<br><br>"Two in one. Maybe she will pay us more for this." Tombstone says, concentrating on keeping the cold going.<br><br>Harley is all smiles even if she does comment, "Gettin' a bit nippy.." her teeth chattering, "M..m...maybe we can go f..foh a hot chocolate aftah?" and that's when she bursts out of the ropes and springs up to her feet, blue eyes blazing devilishly.<br><br>It distracts Tombstone enough that the temperature doesn't continue dropping, he looking over at the Clownette. "How did you get out of those?!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>Ah....way to go Harley Quinn!<br><br>The distraction is just the thing Pam needs. With it being too cold for plants, mostly...and the wind blowing in just the right direction, Pamela falls back on a tactic she hasn't used in a long time. Despite it being cold, Pam pulls her hands free from the coat sleeves she is wearing, the palms facing outward. "Come on, boys. We don't have to fight when there are so many other things we could be doing." That voice, while still a little rough due to the cold, has certainly gained a sort of sultriness to it. And, even as she speaks, Ivy holds her hands out, as if waiting for someone to handcuff her. "Really...you don't want to take me to your boss. Not when you can take me where ever you want." With the darkness and the swirling wind, is it even possible to see if there is a sort of dust thrown into the air by the wind? The same dust that carries itself over to the two goons trying to capture Ivy. If there was time to examine...it would look almost like pollen, a dark purple rather than yellow.<br><br>And, if Harley is paying attention, she would know exactly what Ivy is doing. Ivy is trying to work her own particular brand of magic on the two stooges. Magic derived of plant pheromones and science. And...if it should work, it should not take Pam long at all to bring her two would-be captors under her control.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"I...It-It's all in the re-re-reflexes, baby." Admittedly the comeback line from Ivy to Tombstone would had been better if she wasn't freezing cold and stuttering out her words through chattering teeth. Doesn't help that she is dressed in a tight white t-shirt either which doesn't help keeping her warm. <br><br>Tombstone is getting angry at the clownette's antics though, focusing some of his powers on her now, "Fine. Unicorn icing it is." was that a jab at her colorful hair? Harley's eyes go wide but she can't do much as she literally starting to freeze over. "M..., might need some help ovah yah!"<br><br>The two goons moving towards Ivy seem to be getting more confident when Ivy appears to give up(?), smirking between themselves, "Don't worry, it will be fun and---" it's when the pheromones hit and the smugness turns into adoration. "Ah, yes. We can take you somewhere else. Where do you want to go?" the other thug then suggesting, "How about a Batcafe? I know one close by.." they both lower their knives.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>"A Batcafe sounds delightful..." Pamela manages to not have her teeth chatter as she speaks, the hands lowering slowly. Yet, the seductive smile remains as she slides in just a little closer to the pair, making absolutely sure she has them under her sway before moving onwards. "There is just one problem...there are two of you...but only one of me."<br><br>"But...I know how we can fix that." With a nod towards Harley's direction, Ivy coos softly. "We can take my friend there. That way it can be a couple's outing. We just have to take care of that nasty old boss of yours there." Yes, Pamela means Tombstone...and yes, she is playing a bit to the pair of thugs. "He would never let us go. Not unless you help me take care of him. Then we be free to go where ever you like."<br><br>Is Ivy trying to talk the pair into subduing their own leader? Of course she is. 4 on 1 is better odds than 3 on 2.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Those pheromone powers can do terrible things to those with low willpower. Like those thugs. They seem to drink on Pam's every word and soon enough are eyeing Tombstone with the kind of murderous intent of lovers willing to do *everything* for their beloved. "So a couples thing. Mmmm. But I want to be the one with you." "No, I want to!" says the other. They frown at one another, perhaps they will have to solve this with knives but they have an objective first. Take out Tombstone. So they start moving in his direction, getting into a run before tackling him over.<br><br>It's a good thing that Tombstone wasn't paying attention because he gets the full brunt of the attack. "What are you doing you idiots?!" he doesn't seem aware of Ivy's pheromone powers, looking over and struggling on the ground with the duo.<br><br>"Oooh, y-you are such a m..., minx. Makin' them eat right outta yoh hand!" Harley grins over at Ivy and runs towards the mess of struggling bodies on the ground.<br><br>"ELBOW DROP!" <br><br>Yes, of course she announces her move before actually dropping her elbow down atop Tombstone. And with her strength behind it? That's gotta hurt! Tombstone goes unconscious with the blow to the head.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>There might be a rolling of the eyes as the two fight over Ivy. That was expected, alas. As was the fact that the two of them tackled Tombstone....which helps in the whole warming aspect, as the attack broke the concentration and saved Harley from becoming a rainbow popsicle.<br><br>"D...d...doing what I can, Harls." Pamela stands off to the side as she watches the clown princess perform her best Macho Man impersonation and drops a flying elbow right on top of Tombstone's head. It even elicits a wince of sympathy. Because yes....that had to hurt.<br><br>Which leaves only the two enthralled goons left. And as for who is with Ivy? She seems to have a solution for that. "Tell you what, boys. Whichever one manages to pick up your boss and carries him over to wherever my chromatic friend Harley has stashed her vehicle can be with me. And if you both come with us while we take Tombstone in for the bounty, then you both can be with me. A girl's gotta have some spending money, you know."<br><br>Of course, if the two henchmen come with, the girls can just turn them in, too. But Ivy's betting that they are not necessarily thinking that far ahead.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>After the elbow drop Harley gets up to her feet immediately, showing her 'guns' by flexing with a grin at Ivy, hip thrusted to the side. Not that impressive where it comes to bicep muscle but it's all about that hidden strength! Maybe she's just a great core trainer. Or maybe she has a little bit of Ivy juice fueling up her strength. One of those two!<br><br>"Damn, that felt good." she says even if her teeth still chatters a little. The temperature is starting to go back to normal though even if it's still a cemetery and so it's not that great a temperature regardless. Which means Harley starts making her way over to Ivy.<br><br>"Thanks foh the rescue! I knew you wouldn't let me down." She wraps her arms around Ivy in a biiiiiiggg hug. It's warming too! "Sorta had ta drag you out of the house some. Besides..." and she leans closer to Ivy's ear to whisper. "Great bounty on these guys, we gonna be loaded..." <br><br>The two guys don't seem that happy that Harley is hugging it out with Ivy but they do what Ivy tells them to, picking Tombstone up and....<br><br>"Ovah at the entrance to the cemetery boys! You can't miss the Dodge Charger there!" wait, what happened to the yellow jaguar she had?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>There is definitely a bit of relaxing happening with that hug. Plant mutant likes warm temperatures, that is for sure. And there might just be a slight giggle at the whisper in Pam's ear. Still, there is just a little of reprimanding tone when Ivy speaks. "You should have asked me to go with you. Then you wouldn't have needed the rescue." Well...maybe. Maybe not. But at least the text messages wouldn't be so many.<br><br>Then Ivy turns to the boys, flashing that sultry smile at them both. "If you two would be dears and head to the Charger." Wait. Ivy turns to Harley. "Charger? I thought you had a Jaguar?" Still...need to take the bounty in. "Charger it is. Then, when we are done, I will be certain to thank you both personally."<br><br>What does Pam mean by that? The two thugs can take their own meaning, since Pamela has every intention on thanking them...by turning them in.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"It blew up in the desert. It's a long story! But I got this sweet Charger now. And it's bulletproof too, among a few other things." Harley then giving Ivy the kind of wink that's telling. It's very dangerous things! Clearly it will be quite the ride back home. Or wherever they go next.<br><br>She eases the hug a little bit, now only with her arm wrapped around Ivy's shoulder, turning to look at the two thugs dragging the unconscious Tombstone ahead of them, a bit in the distance now, "Aaahhh, what a great outing. Just like the ol' days!" she starts walking with Ivy back to the entrance.<br><br>"Aaannyyywayyyssss...." She adds with that kind of tone that something big is coming, "Was thinkin' you should officially join the Bounty Babes." what? "It's this group I got going with Jinx. We catch the bad guys and we make a show of it. Like reality show. We have been gettin' a lot of moolah. And you, darling, got the kind of star potential that we are lookin' foh."<br><br>"Also, we need to kick the ass out of that Quellazaire once and for all."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>"In the desert?" Gotham is not know for its desert climate, so it had to be a long story. "Nevermind. I don't want to know." At least, not about the Jaguar. But the Charger with bulletproof armor and dangerous other things? That could be intriguing. <br><br>"The old days? You mean when we would be the ones the bounty hunters were going after?" Because yes, Ivy hasn't forgotten those days. It is partly the reason she has been out of the public eye for a bit. She has no interest in going to Arkham. "I will admit. I don't mind being on the other side of the law equation. Certainly less likely for a Bat visitation." Not that Ivy has anything against bats. Just...past experiences again were not the best.<br><br>And...speaking of experiences. "Bounty Babes? Really?" There is almost a laugh there...but there is certainly a shaking of the head. "That's funny. A show...like what, a web series or something?" Not that Pammy is browsing much as it is...but it might be something interesting. "And with Jinx. That...may be interesting." Ivy didn't say yes...but she certainly didn't say no, either. And Harley knows that it means that there's an opportunity there.<br><br>Because if there is one thing Ivy is good at, it is saying 'no'. Except to maybe her best friend.<br><br>"Yes. That bitch Quellazaire really needs to go down."<br><br>Sounds like a resounding 'Yes', there. Pamela is in.<br> <br><br />
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17014/Can you Spot him
2024-02-13T20:30:26Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>What does every brilliant scientist dream of? Gaining powers, of course. And for Johnathon Ohnn it had been a dream come true when he had come across his powers. Sure, not the teleportation he had been researching but this was good enough....<br><br>Unfortunately though, not all brilliant scientists are of a good nature. So here he is, robbing a bank, making use of his new powers and testing their limits. Does he care that the alarm is on? Nope! He can just open a hole into the vault and get the money. Easy money!<br><br>----<br><br>"Hey Cindy.."<br><br>That's Gwen. On spider-comms. Now that they knew each other's alternate ID it had made them closer.<br><br>"~You will never guess what I am doing right now~" Gwen singsongs, her voice a bit different. Is she .., eating something? Or maybe savoring ice cream? Did she go get one and not ask Cindy to go? How could she? But before she can continue talking there's a 'beep' on the spider senses, followed by an alert on the spider-web that Peter had set for them.<br><br>"Hold that thought, seems we got action brewing."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>Swinging along. That's pretty much what Cindy was doing in a nutshell. Just swinging along and keeping out of trouble. Or, rather, keeping trouble out. Well...that made more sense in her mind than not. The main thing is that she was doing her thing.<br><br>That is, until Gwen's voice cuts in on the commlink. "Heya Gwen..." A pause. "Wait. Just what are you do....hey! You're eating ice cream without me?!?" There is just the right amount of indignation and amusement in that response to show that hey, Cindy is not mad...but how dare Gwen go without her! There might be words shared the next time they see each other.<br><br>Which...seems to be sooner than expected. Because yup, Cindy picks up on the same alert. "Oh, saved by the bell. We better get on over there." Why 'we'? Seems that the bank isn't all that far away from either of them, if the web thingie that Peter gave them is any indication.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"In my defense ...." This said while Gwen is swinging from web to web in the direction of that location they are aware of being where the crime is taking place, " .... I was bringing some to you! I just uh ..., couldn't resist the temptation of an early bite."<br><br>Followed by a low murmur that is still heard on comms, "I just hope the box holds up with all the swinging.." clearly crime fighting comes at all the WRONG TIMES.<br><br>"Another bank robbery?" Gwen says once they are closer, "It's the 21st century, have they heard of stealing bit coins instead?" they have indeed, Gwen. But not this one. The man they see walking out of the bank is dressed in all white with a lot of black circles over his body. Face unseen. Is it a mask or is it the man's real face? Whatever is going on they may be against a powered person which makes Gwen sober up.<br><br>"I have eyes on a dalmatian bank robber right ahead." oh boy, the puns are only starting apparently.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh sure..." Thwip. "I bet you were..." Thwip. "I mean, makes perfect sense..." Cindy swings along in time, just barely keeping the giggles contained. Still, with the last bit about the box overheard, hey...maybe it is true. Still, it is the principle of the thing!<br><br>Closing in on the bank, Gwen gets there before Cindy...so she doesn't immediately see their monochromatic adversary yet. "Wait, what? Dalmatian bank robber? Like, dog costume or something? I mean, I've seen lizards and rhinos and things. But...a dog bank robber?" Just a little bit closer. "Just watch out for an insane fashion designer with a weakness for fur, I guess."<br><br>Yes, that is a Cruella deVille joke. And not necessarily a good one. Cindy's been hanging around Peter too long, it seems.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"No, he just looks ...., you will have to see it. Also, you have been hanging with Spider-man too much." And then Gwen drops down with an aerial flip a bit ahead of the bank robber. Hero Landing and all that too. "Hold up there." she tells the mysterious figure. "That's not your money you got there, is it?"<br><br>The figure stops, head cocks to the side. He stares at Gwen a moment and then speaks, "It is now." a shrug. "I have places to be so ...."<br><br>The next thing Cindy gets to see when she's getting closer is Gwen suddenly popping up on the sky with a yelp, a large black hole hanging there as she starts plummeting down to the ground!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>A laugh breaks through the comm "Yeah, yeah...I've heard that before." Really, Cindy has. From Pete himself, too. Too much hanging around bad jokes.<br><br>Cindy swings into view, just as the spotted figure ("Hey, he kinda does look like a Dalmatian") seems to throw a black splotch off of him, onto the ground...and Gwen disappears?! Only to reappear in the sky?!?<br><br>"Hold on there, Gw, err, Ghostie!" Yeah...Cindy is probably close enough so that people may hear super secret identity names, and that is a no go. Still, Cindy-as-Silk quickly diverges, just enough to swing over to catch a falling Gwen. "There we go!" Then, realizing what she just did, she gives Gwen a shrug and a wink, fully visible with that half-mask of hers. "Sorry, hon. Instincts kicked in. Forgot you can handle a little fall." Still, she gives Ghost Spider a bit to get oriented before letting her go to do her Spider thing.<br><br>Once the arms are free, down drops Silk, landing in front of the scientific bank robber. "Hey, don't go! I have a bet with my Spider friend. I say you are white with black dots and she says you are black with white splotches. You gotta tell us which one is right..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>The teleporting hole throws Gwen for a loop. Literally! So she is still twisting around and figuring out up from down when Cindy comes to the rescue! "My hero.." Gwen retorts when she is caught, winking back at Cindy before attention goes to the problem at hand.<br><br>White with black dots or black with white sploches? Inquiring minds want to know. "Yea. And also. No more teleporting me around, that's rude." she lands on the other side of Spot, now the two heroes flanking him.<br><br>Spot turns his head one way, then the other, "I am Spot." he announces proudly, "You will fear me soon enough, spiders."<br><br>Gwen can't contain a little giggle, "D-did you just say Spot?" she glances across at Silk, extremely amused.<br><br>And now Spot seems to be getting angry!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>A knowing look is shared between the female Spiders as Cindy lifts a hand to her mouth. She at least manages to stifle the giggle, though it is painfully apparent that there is a big smile behind that mask and hand of hers. "Spot? Really?" A glance to Gwen. "You sure he isn't a dog-themed villain??" <br><br>Oh, totally ignoring the bad guy now. Probably not a good thing. Cindy turns back to the self-proclaimed Spot. "So...you *are* white with black spots! I knew it!" Cindy starts to rotate around Ohnn, putting him between her and Gwen. "But, really. Spot? I mean, there are so many other better names you can choose. Like Inkblot, or the Dalmation. Or even Rorschach."<br><br>A beat. "No, wait. I think Rorschach is taken. But you get the picture. Anything but Spot..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a shudder of containment out of Gwen. Another little giggle. Cindy will most likely be able to figure out that her friend is doing all that's possible to not start rolling on the floor with laughter. SPOT?! Gwen just can't believe it. "You know ..., when I was thinking on getting a dog that was like, one of the top 3 names.." so yes, she agrees about the dog-themed villain theory.<br><br>"I kinda like Roschach though. Is it really taken?" And yep, she loses her attention from Spot too, now entering a dialog with Cindy about the best names that he could had chosen. "That's why I always say we need someone that knows branding and marketing." she adds, "Heroes and villains alike, so these names don't---"<br><br>"ENOUGH!" Spot's anger is evident in the way those balls swirl all over his body, "I am no dog! Let me show you why I am Spot then!"<br><br>Two discs are thrown, towards the two heroes. Easy to dodge really, which Gwen does and starts moving in. "Alright, time to get you back in the kennel.." she moves fast, rolling under another disc before jumping at Spot...<br><br>... who opens a disc right in between her fist and Spot's face.<br><br>Another opens right in front of Cindy where there's a Gwen-punch coming her way!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>"I mean really. Spot? Wasn't that like a soda mascot at one time?" Cindy is certainly enjoying the verbal banter, even if the villain is less than quick on the uptake. "But that was a big red, well, spot. So, I guess not for you."<br><br>A quick duck, then Cindy takes the opposite side of Gwen. Surely they will be safe with the creativity-challenged Spot in the middle. "I think so? I mean, it is a pretty good name. Imagine that black swirling around and good guys being distracted with lame questions like 'what do you see now?' Like, what are they going to expect for an answer? 'Oh, I see a pretty butterfly that is about to be beaten up.' <br><br>Ooo....someone's getting testy. "yeah, right, Fido. I am so scared. What are you going to doooOuch!"<br><br>A Gwen fist catches Cindy right in the face...and the Silk-Sense didn't catch it in time?! Why? Oh...probably because it belonged to Gwen...and Gwen is a friend and would never hurt her.<br><br>Unless some strange portal shenanigans caused it to happen.<br><br>"What the?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a good thing that a Gwen-punch isn't the most effective of things. Truly, she has tried solving this already in the past but not even Colleen has been able to make her have a solid punch. Which considering the enhanced strength Gwen had was ..., surprising. Still, she made it up by the sheer athleticism and nimbleness which ..., were being just as ineffective as Spot's .., spots ..., make them all miss.<br><br>Which in turn becomes Cindy's opponent, but at least now she knows she has to _move_! "Ow, sorry!", beat, "Dodge that too!"<br><br>Don't those spots end sometime?! Spot just seems to glee as Gwen's attacks aren't doing anything against him. "Seems you can't clean up ..., this dirty spot.." and he laughs. Clearly he has been practicing some puns. But they aren't good ones. At all.<br><br>"We need to shift gears here, Silk." there's some frustration on Gwen right now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>A Gwen-punch might not be the most effective, but it is still driven by spider-strength, which is no joke. But, watching Cindy have to dodge all of Gwen's attacks? That's probably really funny. Especially for the spotted scientist. "Whoa!", duck, "That was close.", pause then sidestep, "little too close!"<br><br>Cindy doesn't know what is worse, though. The fact that they can't seem to touch the Spot, or the fact that his dad jokes are horrendous. "Awww..really? You had to go there, didn't you? That's just nasty!"<br><br>But Silk does agree. It is time to shift gears. "Put our thing down, flip it and reverse it." Why the sudden lyrical interlude? No explanation is given...until Silk shoves her own fist in the same hole that Gwen's offering just emerged from. It is almost like a fist bump as the two spiders shift, with Gwen pulling her hand out as Cindy's fist emerges, only for the last second to shift directions and head for the Spot's head. Well..that's one way of looking at things.<br><br>"Doesn't this guy run out of spots? Geometry was never one of my favorites." Sure...get Pete out here with his nerd brain to figure out the angles.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Oooh, a lyrical interlude. But it's one that brings a grin out of Gwen because she immediately knows what Cindy wants to do. Those 'spots' go both ways of course! And if they do...<br><br>The fist from Cindy comes but she doesn't even try to dodge it. She knows the intention. And so she goes with an overhead kick over to hit Spot, to which he opens another portal.<br><br>Leaving him open for that reverse-punch out of Cindy.<br><br>"Is it worth it? Let me work it." Is Gwen, apparently knowledgeable about the particular music those lyrics came from.<br><br>"HEY, STOP CHEATING!" Spot stumbles back, disoriented a moment at the punch. <br><br>Yet none of them seems willing to stop 'cheating', a moment later Gwen somersaulting over Spot to get a kick through, her foot coming out the other way, reversed, to hit Spot.<br><br>And Spot stumbles again. "Use my spots, Silk!" she manages to say that without giggling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>"Cheating?! I have you know I beat that 'Portal' game fair and square, mister!" Oh, so apart from Missy Elliot and the flash of inspiration there, it seems that Silk is channeling a little Chell in her battle plans, and their monochromatic friend here is GlaDOS. "What I learned from video games is that there is no loss of motion when travelling through portals. So a punch thrown here..." With that, Cindy throws a punch towards one of the open portals used against Gwen. "....can come out here and not lose any momentum!" The punch emerges from a spot just below the stumbling scientist, catching him in the body.<br><br>And why the Missy lyrics? An admission for the Ghost Spider. "I listened to a lot of music while playing video games." And it seems that Work It is synonymous with Portal.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"That 'Portal' game?" That's Gwen now, jumping over a portal that Spot opened up, feinting before throwing a punch from 'behind', through the portal. "It's a classic!" clearly Gwen has played it too.<br><br>"I approve of your game tastes.." She then adds. The music? She isn't that sure! Work in progress.<br><br>Spot has had it. He growls and opens his arms to the sides, shooting various black holes all around. "ENOUGH!" but he's too angry to focus and when two spiders are working in tandem there's little they can't accomplish.<br><br>Gwen goes in low..., their opponent fully open to their attacks. It was time to bring him down!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>"The one and only!" *Thwip* A webline shoots into one hole, out another, into yet another, and out once more, entailing around the feet of the now mostly white Spot. Maybe not enough to trip him up...but certainly enough to slow him down enough for the dynamic Spider duo to do their thing. <br><br>And, it seems if Gwen is going low, then Cindy is going high. Really high, but not as high as Gwen was initially. But not without a little razzle dazzle. For when the black holes are released, Cindy actually *leaps* into one, head first. Only to emerge from a higher portal....and into another one....then another one. Adding a flurry of white, black and red before finally dropping from a portal above Ohnn's head...feet first, with both heels together and aimed directly for the top of that white, smooth head.<br><br>"Incoming!!"<br><br>Either Gwen is going to send the Doctor up to Cindy or Cindy is going to send him down to Gwen. Either way, this will be a triumph.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>One little known power that Gwen has is spatial awareness. It means she knows her surroundings. Knows where _everything_ goes. Including those portals. So as Cindy rushes in so does Gwen does and she knows _exactly_ where Cindy is going to pop up (and when).<br><br>It's why when she slides down she shoots a couple of webs over to opposite portals. They come out the other side, twisting around Spot as if wrapping him up in a nice gift for Cindy.<br><br>"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. I AM ---" A sweep of a leg makes Spot lose his balance, Gwen dropping on her back and using both her feet to /push/ Spot up to the Incoming Cindy.<br><br>All wrapped up and ready! It's a hard day to be a villain.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>Feet up from Gwen. Feet down from Cindy. And the Spot caught in the middle. Just like an Oreo...right down to the white filling!<br><br>**THUD** Feet meet head...and knock out the Spot. Once he loses consciousness, all of the portals just disappear, only to reappear on his person. Cindy flips gracefully in the air, landing delicately as the Spot slumps to the pavement. "You are what? Invincible? Undeniable? Wait, wait, I'll get it. Inevitable?" She turns towards Gwen and despite that ninja half mask she wears, her friend can tell she is definitely smiling. "Looks like he is sleepy to me. A little nap will cure that crankiness right up."<br><br>Oh yeah. Sarcasm is most definitely a spider trait.<br><br>A little giggle escapes Cindy as she bends down to pick up the knocked-out villain. "I think it is time to take Pongo here to the dog pound, then we can celebrate with some cookies and cream. You know, really keep the whole spotted thing going. What do you say?"<br> <br><br />
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17123/The Suit makes the Cat
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|Synopsis=Harley invites Gar over for a surprise involving suits and tryouts and photos and .... Run, Gar. RUN!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>It all began with a group text, one Garfield Logan forgot Harley was part of. What was that one even for? With the one-time Clown Princess of Crime, since reformed for a while, it could have been anything. A brief mention of needing to find something good to wear connected to the wedding started it off.<br><br>The thing he'd avoided talking about for months, if not longer.<br><br>The thing involving a ring ceremony, and not the one involving Mordor.<br><br>The thing where the knot is tied between people, and not a Boy Scouts class or some other questionable place.<br><br>And Harley had her own response to it, which is how Gar found himself knocking on the door to the apartment she still shares with April, asking himself how he always seems to find himself in these kinds of situations. At least he's in something normal: a shirt and pants, with a coat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley to the rescue!<br><br>Of course that upon seeing the call for aid from 'Gondor' she had lit the 'beacons' by way of a flurry of messages. Promising she was going to 'take care of it'. And a few days later? Another message for him to come over because she had a SURPRISE. Which from the clownette can be anything really.<br><br>The door opens immediately upon Gar's arrival, a smiling Harley on the other side, "You came!", she leans in for a couple of little european kisses on Gar's cheeks, "How do you doooo?" head peeking out to look up and down the corridor before pulling Gar into the room and closing the door behind her.<br><br>"So! I hear someone's lookin' foh a good wedding dress and that got me thinkin'..." she starts pacing back into the living room, all the way past a couple of sleeping hyenas and towards her room. "... that I should take advantage of that suit I was getting ready foh ya for last Halloween and make something proper out of it!"<br><br>Oh boy.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>And there she is, in all her chaotic glory.<br><br>This means Gar's been spotted, which also means he can't just get away with playing a version of Ding Dong Ditch by turning into something small and getting the hell out there.<br><br>He has the reaction of every kid with their overbearing aunt forcing herself upon them with the kisses, which is to recoil slightly and stiffen, and this has the side effect of him cutting off a teasing answer at the first couple words she said. "I'm..good! Yeah, good is a good word. You?"<br><br>Her scouting of the hallway before yanking him in can only mean trouble, or some form of it, and now he's inside to add, "I wouldn't say I was looking for a /dress/ but I also wouldn't be surprised if Vorpal did something like that just because that's the way he is." He eyes the hyenas, which almost look cuddly and peaceful in their slumber, then something has him looking back over her way. "Wait, Halloween?" Did he forget, or just never hear of this?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Dress. Suit. All the same." Harley is gesturing with her hands as she makes her way into her room. "Isn't that what Versace would say?" now she's comparing herself to a top notch designer? This can't be good.<br><br>"And of course! Terry wanted me ta get ya one of my suits foh it. But then I got this idea, why not have it foh the wedding!?" She glancing over her shoulder, "I know, I know. Genius, amirite?" maybe that's not the best word for it. "Sooooo, come closer." <br><br>And she opens her large wardrobe, a series of suits inside. Old, new. A plethora of suits that Harley has wore over the years, both as a villain and not. She starts perusing through, tossing some out. "Nope, nope..., no, not this one." does she even have anything prepared for Gar?<br><br>"Ahah!" And she finally finds what she was looking for. It's a suit alright. Larger than the ones she wears. very close to Gar's build too but it might be tight. Or tighter than what he's used to! Or maybe it's just the bodice that gives that impression...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>"No, Harley. I don't think Versace would say that. And a wedding dress is very different from a wedding suit," Gar explains with all the patience he can muster before Terry is brought up. "And what was he going to go as, the Joker? We were doing some OG Joker and Harley thing, is that it?" Did he ever agree to that, or is it one of those things that just ends up happening when more than one element of chaos is near?<br><br>Closer? Fine, he ventures nearer. So many examples of looks the woman has worn. "I think you've changed costumes more than I have. You know, I should show you a picture of how awesome I looked when I was the Cheshire.." he says, beginning to dig in a pocket for his phone before the moment of truth arrives. Or at least, /a/ moment of truth. "Harley?" he asks, then again. "..Harley?" As she shows off the leggings, arm sleeves, boots, and..bodice, he clears his throat. "You know women are the ones who need stuff for..you know, up here?" He places his hands to his own chest. "Unless your name is Robert Paulson, I mean, but..that?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"How would you know? Versace's dead now." Harley says with a disappointed look at Garfield and shakes her head at him. Still, her focus is on the suit that comes to display, she opening her arms to her sides. "Taadaaaaaa..."<br><br>And of course that she expected Gar to complain about it but that only seems to spur her further into action, "I knew you'd say that..., which is why...." and she reaches for a few other pieces, "I got pieces we can combo in!" she takes out another top, this one a tighter fabric, various straps on the front.<br><br>"Now, time to strip. Don't worry, I won't peek!" she closes her eyes and puts her hands in front of it for good measure. "Also, Terry got me your measures, even bulge size. You will see everything fits!"<br><br>Or at least fits in a way Harley believes it should fit.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>Garfield Logan's mouth opens and closes. Did she just say Terry got his bulge size? "This is the part where if I knew any other languages well, I'd say something like 'Dear God,' just that way," he deadpans, as all the items end up in view. At least, this first round.<br><br>Knowing that telling Harley 'no' is a good way to get yourself in deeper trouble - past experiences come to mind! - he just goes with it. It's not that he's embarrassed (okay, maybe a smidge so far), but he's almost famously known for not having a lot of shame when it comes to making a fool of himself.<br><br>And who is the bigger fool? The jester, or the King the jester lampoons?<br><br>"Fine, fine, okay. Let's see how it looks," he says, wriggling his way out of everything but his undies (boxer briefs today), letting her see his back and backside. "These first, I guess." He reaches for the black and red leggings, which barely look like they'd hide the hips. "I think this is gonna be tighter than Terry's had my last couple costumes made," the green one observes, squeezing into them.<br><br>It's up to Harley which top he'll end up in.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley keeps her eyes close for a good while. Until she hears Gar starting to fit into the pants of that suit. One eye peeks open and she grins wide. "Ooooh, good." she approaches, tapping him on the hips and puuuuushing that fabric up until the leggings are tight-tight against his skin.<br><br>"Perfection." her tone invoking Michael Fassbender's famous sentence in a certain Alien movie.<br><br>The top? She chooses to go with the one that has all the straps. And of course that Harley being the helpful clownette that she is makes sure to get Garfield all tucked in inside it. "Now take in a good deep breath. You won't have many of those for a while after." uh-oh. Once Gar does that she will start tightening up those straps. And oh boy are they tight!<br><br>"You know, this might work bettah in the bachelor party, but....!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>Garfield Logan glances over a shoulder at the approval, just moments before she helps him get adjusted into the leggings. "Hey, watch it.." he says in case her touch gets a little..handsy. Got to keep up a semblance of propriety.<br><br>"I dunno if that's the word I'd use, but so far..uh, hey..!" Yes, the extra-strappy, extra-tight top is fit to him, and with a more athletic frame, akin to a swimmer's torso (which happens to be Terry's favorite type, go figure), as awkward as it may look when those straps are cinched up, then cinched up some more, then some /more/ on top of that..oh yeah, the breathing isn't coming out quite so freely.<br><br>"H-Harley, how d-do you..do /anything/..in one of these?" he asks, barely above a whisper. Bachelor party or not, it's turning into a distinct look already as he inches up onto his toes. "Did your m-minions..have to go..like t-this?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley is patient, making sure those straps are tight. But not -too- tight. She isn't trying to kill Gar after all! Terry would kill her. As the look starts coming together she puts her hands on her hips, nodding approvingly.<br><br>"I am so good at this." even if not modest.<br><br>"Boots." She points to a pair of high-heeled, knee-high ones. Black leather of course as it should be, "They didn't have to. They -chose- to go like this. It's different!" she nodding sagely.<br><br>"April never complains when I put her in one of these. Well, not as much as you are right now!" She says. Meanwhile the two hyenas have woken up from their nap and are at the door, watching all the ruckus is about. They look at Gar is if he was a tasty morsel, licking their chops.<br><br>"And that's like a second skin, you get used to it after a while! It's great, really."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll have to take your word for it. One man's choosing is another man's forcing," Gar deadpans, then he raises his hands as if expecting Harley to swat him.<br><br>If anything, he's getting closer to looking like a male version of Poison Ivy dressed up as Harley Quinn, and that's just going to make for some weirder imagery.<br><br>"You're the best," he agrees quickly, focusing on his breathing before he squints at the knee-high boots with the high heels. "Guess I've got another thing to learn how to do, and April? You probably get some of Catwoman's old outfits for her, don't you? Shhh. I won't tell anybody." Still, breathing is tough, and he shoots the hyenas a look of his own. "No, I'm not her! She is!" He gestures to the perpetrator of this debauchery, then he does his best to bend over to pick up a boot, which of course makes the costume so far only look tighter. "Great is definitely a word..!" he exhales.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>The hyenas reply nothing at what Gar tells them. They just continue to sit at the door. Observing. Waiting for an opening perhaps, their tongues lolling out. How long since Harley fed them? They show teeth when Gar bends down to pick up one of those boots but otherwise don't move at all.<br><br>Harley just grins, not seeming to either notice or care that Gar may not be as comfortable as he could be, "May need to give it some adjustments. But ....! Tell you what..." and she leans over to whisper, "You bring the suit with you, try it out some. And then figure if you want something changed. You can then come back and tell me and I will make suwah to adjust it. Sounds like a deal?"<br><br>Or a deal with the devil. Because if Gar agrees it means he will have to be wearing it more than just here at Harley's place. Oh my.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>Garfield Logan forces one foot in, then the other, but either he's going to have to sit down to finish with the boots..or Harley's assistance will again be required. "You just keep them over there," he says of her pets, slowly beginning to get the hang of the breathing thing.<br><br>"May need? I think Terry lied to you!" he exclaims, quieting as her offer is made. "Oh, I'm not as dumb as I look. I know there's only one way to tell if it needs any changes or not. But knowing you, this isn't the only thing you made, is it?"<br><br>IS IT?<br><br>Still, there's a little more to make the current look all good and proper. Or improper, as it were. The gloves, the choker or whatever it is.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"No, no. That won't do." Harley is of course very helpful where it comes to getting into those boots. And by helpful she closes in from behind to puuulllll on the boots to have them fit. It's like wearing a second skin! A very tight second skin.<br><br>"And don't worry, they already ate this morning! They are so sweet, just watching..." oh, the hyenas are doing more than just watching. They are prowling.<br><br>"Terry doesn't lie to me!" She protests, moving to help do the same with the other boot but this time she's a bit harder on the pull. That's what you get for calling Terry a liar!<br><br>"I have more, of course! Theah's a lot of costumes I wore ovah the years." She grins. <br><br>"Now the gloves."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>Garfield Logan grimaces, more to himself than her, when the boot is tugged on and cinched up, then the other in a little more severe way. "I've studied hyenas, Harley. I know what they're up to," he points out, adding a moment later, "Terry might be too afraid of you to lie, but I know him. He's almost as chaotic as you." Now that should be a high compliment.<br><br>"Which one has been your favorite? I kinda liked my old black and purple one, but I've had a few red and white ones too." Like he does currently. Or not /right now/ currently. "Oh, right. Do your worst." He's trying to get a little more comfortable, but telling /her/ that might be unwise. Arms out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"They all are my favorite!" Of course that's what Harley would say, "But I suppose I got a special place in mah heart for the original one piece suit." she roaming towards the wardrobe to fetch it, leaving Garfield literally hanging with his arms out and waiting for the gloves. Low attention span.<br><br>She brings out a one piece black and red suit, jester cap too. "But this one we keep foh a surprise on Terry." she grinning, putting a finger to her lips, "Shhhhh.." a beat, "And you will be taking them with you too." she finally deigns to get those gloves. Leather long gloves that cover up to the forearm.<br><br>"Fittin' like a glove.." These aren't that bad actually. Maybe it was one of the few where she has the right measurements for it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>Garfield Logan holds his arms out for a few seconds more, like some twisted green zombie jester in training, before he lowers them for the time being while she coos over her past looks. "Well, you did get yourself on the map with that," he admits, "And it..oh, there it is," he says, matching the finger to his lips. "I will?"<br><br>Along come the mismatched colored gloves, in line with the whole harlequin style, and yes, of all the things so far, they do fit the most normally. "Hey, I do the fingerless gloves along the arms too, so this isn't really that different." Is he..starting to get comfortable? Only to a point with that top.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a knowing smile out of Harley when she notices that comfortable tone to Gar. If anything she knows how to read people! A wink and she finally says, "Garfield Logan. You /are/ enjoying yourself." a nudge of her hip against the man's after checking that the gloves are set correctly.<br><br>"You don't have to always be so serious, yea?" She notes, tapping him on the shoulder and starting to get some of the outfits into a large bag, "I want these tried out. With PHOTOS. Once you figure out what you want changed I can do so."<br><br>The hyenas have prowled into the room now, sniffing here and there but keeping an eye on Gar, smiling like hyenas do. Wickedly.<br><br>"You are gonna have to provide the choker, but other than that think that will be one look."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>"What? No, this is weird, but...it's very you, Harley," Gar answers quickly. He's been on the receiving end more than once of her focus, and most of the time it leaves him wondering afterward what just happened. The chaotic nature of the Cheshire Cat is only rivaled by her own as far as he's concerned.<br><br>He's just as fast to add, "And this isn't comfortable!" Yet? "But yeah, maybe I don't mind the attention." He as much as told her 'bring it on!' with that answer, didn't he? "I like to have fun," he insists. Just ignore the 'photos' part.<br><br>As he stares back at the hyenas, he tells them, "You're probably confused, aren't you? All dressed up like her, but I don't smell like her at all." Absently, he nods as he probably considers the idea of the neckwear.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh, the hyenas seem anything but confused. They are waiting but their patience seems to be reaching a limit because their long teeth show as they smile now, padding closer as if Gar talking to them was the beacon they needed for the attack. There may be a big possibility that Gar has to run out of here dressed like Harley.<br><br>But would that be such a surprise when one visits Harley's place? On the bright side, could had been worse!<br><br>"Yet." She verbalizes the doubt on Gar's voice about whether or not the outfit is comfortable. "It grows on you." or maybe it's the person that shrinks to fit it. She finishes filling up the bag with various clothings and extends it out to Gar. "Photos! Tryouts! You have one week!"<br><br>Seems Gar has a mission.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:325|Garfield Logan (325)}} has posed:'''<br>Garfield Logan ends up with the bag in both hands. He hasn't even had the chance to look inside it yet when the hyenas begin to close in like he's one of the gazelles or something in the Lion King. "Heeey, you know me," he reminds, awkwardly wagging a finger at them, but with Harley having stashed his own clothes somewhere - maybe back in the bag itself - it doesn't look like he's getting the chance to change back here.<br><br>"Grows like a fungus, or..?" he begins to quip, pausing at the summary she gives him. "Wait, tryouts? What tryouts?" A breath is caught, definitely one of the shorter ones since she got him into all of this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley just stares at Gar as if he had grown another head when the Titan is asking about the tryouts. As if it was all SO OBVIOUS! Not that Gar gets a chance to get a clarification because a moment later there is a show of fangs, a yelp. The two hyenas have surrounded Gar and are moving on the attack!<br><br>"Oh, no..." Harley says as the two hyenas prowl forward, "They must think you are Punchline!" who? "I trained them to be vicious against that bitch..."<br><br>A moment later she is inciting Gar, "Run, Gar. RUN!"<br><br>Yep, Gar is running out of here if he doesn't want a bite! Hopefully he will have his suit inside that bag Harley gave him. Hopefully.<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=17125/I_hate_alarm_clocks&diff=25393
17125/I hate alarm clocks
2024-02-07T23:21:21Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Early morning chez Gwen.<br><br>Not as early as Gwen was HOPING for. But whose fault IS that?! "Have I told you how much I hate alarm clocks?" for indeed the alarm hadn't gone off at the time it was supposed to. Had one of them forgotten? Did the alarm clock simply didn't function? Gwen wasn't with both the time and the mood to start tossing accusations or checking what had really happened. Had they been too 'busy' last night to set it? So many possibilities.<br><br>All possibilities that Gwen just couldn't go through now as she was finishing getting the last few buttons of her white blouse, all prim and ready, she checking herself on the mirror.<br><br>"What time is your interview?" She asks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>The mystery would live and die with Ben Reilly. The alarm clock _had_ gone off, and he had forgotten to take off his web shooters, and ... well, it's a good thing that his webbing dissolves iwthin an hour, otherwise there MIGHT have been evidence as to what happened.<br><br>Nonetheless, he was also scrambling around to get dressed for his interview. Not that it was anything exciting, of course. He may have the brains of Peter Parker but he doesn't have the academics, even a GED to his name. But nonetheless, dress for success. He does not even have the time to stand and gawk at Gwen as she gets dressed. Although he does it anyway.<br><br>"I wish our spider-senses worked for sleeping in!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>White blouse all ready to go. Knee-lengh skirt smoothed over. And now it's time to finish up with a pair of earrings that she sets on her ears before the piece-de-resistance comes by way of the necklace Ben had offered her months ago. A necklace that had perhaps saved their lives. She slips under the blouse and....<br><br>"You are gawking."<br><br>A look over her shoulder, brow arched, then she finally turning with a big smile through ruby lips. "You approve then?" but then she notices it. "You don't have your tie on yet."<br><br>And of course that she goes fetch said tie from the bed, approaching Ben and starting to wrap it around his collar, carefully and gently. "Where would you be if it wasn't for me?" she sounding amused, "I swear, someday you'll forget your head somewhere..."<br><br>Close now, with the kind of intimacy that only two people who have lived together for a time can muster.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>"Can you blame me?" asks Ben, lifting up his phone quickly and snapping a photo of her. His camera was on the other side of the room, too far away, so this would have to do. <br><br>He glances around for a moment, but Gwen finds the tie first. He holds up the photo on the phone as she comes in to tie it. "I am pretty sure I would be lying on a slab somewhere while someone else ran around as Spider-man, unless Peter got to him when he came back."<br><br>Not the brightest memory, although the most accurate guess. "But I am rather glad you are here for so many other reasons." He leans over to brush a kiss against her lips.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen just shakes her head as Ben snaps that not-so-sneaky photo of her, brows shot up as those sharp eyes watch him from under her lashes, focused on getting that tie right. Luckily she has had a -lot- of experience by way of getting her father's tie on so Ben is in luck. Deft fingers turn and twist the fabric as she starts making a semblance of a tie on Ben's outfit.<br><br>"That's not a very happy thought.." she admonishes, "Think happy thoughts during the interview and ....." she leans to Ben's ear, whispering softly. "Maybe I will have a surprise for you when you come home tonight.."<br><br>Something to look forward to for sure!<br><br>She kisses him then when Ben leans to brush lips against hers, grinning into the kiss. "All ready, Mr. Reilly." she tells him, still real close, sliding that tie neatly in place.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>Tilting his head in an effort to bring about a smile, Ben's somewhat concerned expression turns around in response to her whisper. He nods, letting her finish off the tie, and then smiles against her kiss.<br><br>"I'll call you as soon as it's over. One way or the other." He manages a smile as he tries to have as much confidence in himself that Gwen seems to have in him. "Hopefully with good news."<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=17114/How_to_properly_smash_a_party&diff=25392
17114/How to properly smash a party
2024-02-07T22:12:59Z
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|Location=Los Angeles, Stankos Mansion<br />
|Synopsis=Cain gets hired by Elektra for a job in LA that has need of his particular set of skills. The vault doesn't survive. Nor does Stankos's daughter supposed engagement.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>It is not like Elektra to outsource help for a job. She always does better when alone. In and out without being seen, invisible and undetected. The fabled assassin has a reputation after all, years of blood behind her even if there were rumors she had retired. Some kind of falling out with the Hand.<br><br>So it's perhaps with some surprise that an invitation makes it's way to Cain. A job. With the assassin herself. And the pay? Quite good. The set-up would be at the manor of one Mr. Stankos. A philanthropist known to have a large collection of old artifacts. And the kind of security that matches the value he is keeping at the manor. Their excuse would be a party that was being made for the philanthropist's daughter. Her engagement party which of course attracted the finest of the finest in Los Angeles.<br><br>That and villains.<br><br>The limousine carrying the duo is slowly coming to a stop near the manor by the sea, the sharp Elektra watching Cain, "Your ID.." elegant fingertips reaching to deliver a card to Cain. With his photo. The name under it? Jim Spade. "We will bring alternate IDs. Security is tight but these will hold." her tone even, all business.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>The night is young and Cain Marko - or Jim Spade - looks damn good. The specially tailored suits rests stretched across the man's mindboggling frame and despite its custom nature it still looks as though it's stretched over ever last hulking muscle of the man. The light posts at the side of the coastal highway pass with regular, if seldom frequency which serve to briefly illuminate the interior of the passenger compartment from the steady glow of the limo's soft blue interior lights. Each time one of those light posts are passed, the VIP compartment of the limo illuminates with the orange-yellow gloomy glow of the street light that it passes nearby.<br><br>Upon pulling into their destination and the last matters of business offered and formalized while they wait their own turn to exit their vehicle, Cain's massive paw of a hand extends to pluck the offered identification cards with incredibly thick fingers from the offering hand of Elektra. In the gloom he considers his own ID, "Jim Spade," he repeats, a faint smirk marring the brutish man's expression. He has cleaned up quite nicely for the job; finely tailored tux that miraculously fits him, bow tie expertly on-point, and even his red hair styled just-so to create an appealing and believable appearance.<br><br>"Who're you being tonight?" the question is spoken gruffly, directed at his companion within the limo while the blue eyes of the man sometimes known as the Juggernaut turns to regard the allegedly retired assassin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>Money can buy everything. Even suits that fit Cain Marko. Elektra might had been amused if she wasn't all business under kohl-rimmed eyes, the exotic woman continuing to go through the various steps of the plan, "When we find an opening we will slip further into the mansion." she tells Juggernaut. "I know the way." of course she does. Most likely burned it to memory like a true professional.<br><br>"Security is nothing we can't handle, but your particular skills will be needed when we reach our destination." Not a particularly detailed layout of what they are after, and what they will do. Always mysterious this Elektra.<br><br>Gaze finally turns from Cain and to a side mirror, the woman adjusting her necklace and her hair, finishing to arrange herself for this party. And what a cutting figure she makes, a long gown of a deep red color that clings to form, a cut on one side of the dress to give her an ease of motions and incidentally leaving a tanned leg showing. High heels. Jewelry. There are no weapons in sight but there's just that sense of latent aggression on the woman that's telling she must be hiding a few.<br><br>"Mrs. Spade, of course." This said as if it'd be obvious, now the faintest creaks of a smile visible, "Sylvia Spade, new blood. With too much money to spend and little sense on where.."<br><br>The limo comes to a stop and she brings a jacket around her otherwise bare shoulders. "Shall we?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll follow your lead then," Cain answers with a brutal, bullish smile. The prospect of some task within the mansion intended to suit his particular set of talents only serves to grow that smile from the bullish and brutal into the malicious. There's many a task that Juggernaut is capable and perfectly suited for; incidentally he loves them all. Especially when it comes to making money.<br><br>The red gown is given a brief sweep of blue eyes, followed by a slight incline of the mercenary criminal's block chin atop his thick neck. The name spoken does earn a wicked grin before he comments, "Mrs. Spade," he echoes the name with a tone of thunderous amusement. "Plenty of money, little enough sense how to put it to work for you. A sucker in the making. Good cover, 'specially among all these rich fucks".<br><br>The limo rolls to a stop and with Elektra - Sylvia's - jacket brought to her bare shoulders, Cain places a massive hand upon the handle that'll open his own door. It seems that Jim Spade is of the old school variety; he'll open his own damn door. A glance back to Elektra results in a grim-faced Cain commenting, "I'll get your door, Mrs. Spade," he explains.<br><br>He does not wait for confirmation but instead pops his door and with a modicum of effort extracts himself from within. The nearly seven foot tall brute of a man turns his attention this way and that, taking in the nighttime security outside the seaside manor and the entrances and exits clearly visible. He covers this brief reconnaissance by taking an opportunity to fasten one button of his tux jacket. Already the driver has withdrawn from his place within the vehicle and in an almost uncharacteristic manner Cain speaks up, Mr. Spade carried across from client to driver, "I've got her Jack," he says with a good natured smile that seems just slightly wrong for the face of Mr. Cain Marko, "she was just saying how I don't do enough to show I care". A chuckle escapes the brutish man and it carries, even drawing a glance or three from among the other arriving guests and security. Rarely does the Juggernaut do anything small; even chuckle.<br><br>Around the back of the limo he goes and his long, thick legs carry him to the rear passenger door in only a few scant strides. The door opens, practically popping as the atmospheric seal of the passenger compartment is broken and invaded by the outdoor air that smells of the Pacific and some Hummingbird sage growing somewhere down the western slope of the cliffside manor that wafts up and to the east. The door opened and Elektra's path revealed, Jim Spade's hand extends in offer to the new monied Sylvia Spade.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>Little seems to have been left to chance where it comes to this op. Even the driver. The man does pause when Cain starts going around to open the door but there's just that kind of wrongness on him too that's telling this isn't just a simple driver. The kind of wrongness that villains pick from each other. He nods and makes sure to stay out of the way though, retreating back to the driver's seat. By his look it doesn't seem like he will be here waiting for them to come out the front door either.<br><br>The door is finally open and those long legs slowly extend out of the car, one at a time, before a slender hand reaches up to take the clearly larger one of Mr. Spade, "Quite the gentleman." is she surprised? Or simply pleased that plan is going to fruition so far? Night is still young though, plenty of opportunities for it to go haywire.<br><br>She finally gets up from the limo, a smile to her lips even if it doesn't quite reach her eyes, "Thank you, darling." this more audible now, accent fully gone. Hand slips under the man's arm and they start walking inside. And even with the hulking size to Cain there's a sense of power out of the woman. This is someone used to lead, and not be led.<br><br>Security at the door is easily bypassed, their IDs giving them way to the inside, "It's been a while since I had been in LA." she tells Cain in a low voice, "I had forgotten how pretentious these people can be."<br><br>Just as the doors open to a large chamber, a jazz band over at one side playing, people talking and mingling. Drinks being passed around. And most of all, richness. All of it so ripe to the taking if one wanted.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>The Spades gain entry to the mansion and part of that is Cain's shoulders slumping while his head droops down. All in the interest of preventing his head bashing against the frame. Once within the embrace of high society and all that it entails, Cain's head tilts aside in order to pick up the question remarks made by Elektra - Sylvia - with a slight nod of his head. His own voice is a whisper, though on account of his being The Juggernaut such a tiny thing is on par with a low murmur that's spoken from one corner of his mouth. Down and aside to Elektra does his voice carry, "They're a pretentious lot, sure," he begins with a faint smile, "which just makes taking advantage of them all the better."<br><br>Then it's to work that Cain goes. While he does remain close to the side of his alleged wife; he does reach aside to snag a passing pair of drinks within a lone hand. The incredibly thick fingers of the man act with surprising grace when they must and he carefully extends the glasses toward Sylvia, inviting her to accept one while the couple walk with their arms interlaced.<br><br>"We rubbing elbows or getting right to it? I may have to take a piss or something," Jim Spade asks first, then comments. Likely creating an opportunity for exploitation as far as an excuse to slip away may carry with it.<br><br>Despite their murmured words and quiet exchanges, Cain's blue eyes continue to dance throughout the manor's chamber and the ban, the people, the mingling, the smalltalk and chatter. All of it. The mercenary seems to be as alert to the people within his environment, just as much as the environment itself. It's the people that can often become the greater issue when trying to be subtle. Environments rarely offer much obstacle to Big Red Meanie. He tends to fuck those up.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharp gaze goes through the crowd, very much like Cain taking in the people. The security. Cameras all around. A few security officers on strategic positions. Pretentious they may be but there's looseness where it comes to finding the best money can buy. If only Cain and Elektra were normal people. Unfortunately for Mr. Stankos he will soon find out there's little he can do to stop them. But all in due time.<br><br>"Former military, batons at most. Carrying no guns." is what she accesses out of this floor's security. As expected from what they had spoken before. So far the intelligence she had retrieved was holding.<br><br>"I feel that if you start rubbing elbows someone may get shot out a window by way of those." A nod to the large man's elbows before a faint grin comes to her lips as if she had made a joke. Which she did. Sort of. Right on time for her to take her flute and have a sip. Very brief. It wouldn't do to have alcohol slowing her down.<br><br>"Take my jacket, dear, will you?" She asks, turning her back to him briefly and taking the opportunity to study another part of the manor, "That is the way to the bathrooms. Let's go." seems she is willing to go with Cain's choice of a plan. Just like Cain she isn't particularly keen about mingling with the people here. The less they interact the less they will be remembered. And Elektra hates being remembered.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>"Cameras everywhere," Cain murmurs back with harsh blue eyes dancing about in search of other tell-tale signs of security. Physical or otherwise, "Their money? I wouldn't doubt they're running background checks in real time, too. Time's on a budget," he murmurs between faux husband and wife. The question of jackets though results in a bold, broad grin out of the man. Jim Spade is, after all, a fairly friend sort. Even if a bit gruff. Probably money from oil or some other world that often carries with it imagined images of gruff demeanors and callused hands.<br><br>The jacket is claimed and draped across an arm. He sips from the flute aaaaand... that's gone. Cain Marko's sips tend toward being your average man's gulp. The flute is ditched on the nearest flat, stable surface while he and Elektra begin their leisurely stroll across the grand chamber and toward the porcelain throne room.<br><br>"Did you ever reply to that invoice from Mr. Lancaster's security firm? The consultation fee felt a bit high for nothing more than a meeting," Cain comments toward Elektra. Obviously the mercenary's filling the silence with casual conversation that microphones or passing eavesdroppers may pick up on. Nothing more than a husband and wife, likely business partners, discussing their private security or corporate security concerns. Boring, largely easy to overlook or outright ignore. The exact sort of casual conversation between a pair of wealthy pseudo-socialites one might expect when social endeavors are often intermingled with business.<br><br>It also serves the purpose of being just important enough not to interrupt. Which results in most sending a glance toward the giant red-headed man and the sleeker olive-skinned, dark haired woman before those wandering eyes promptly wander off to more interesting guests.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>"You leave that part to me." Cameras that is. There's a glint to the woman's gaze that's telling. A part of the plan Elektra hadn't shared with Cain. But then again, there must have been quite a few details she had omitted. Keep it on a need to know basis seems to be the key to success here and she's all about getting that success tonight. No matter what. "But you are right that time is of the essence."<br><br>Jacket spills down tanned shoulders to be retrieved by Cain and she finally turns to begin walking along with the large man through the party, hand interlaced with arm. Of course that they do get glances thrown their way. Some looking at Elektra. Others at Cain. The man isn't the type they are used to seeing in this kind of party. Maybe on the security detail but NEVER as one of the guests. Lots of side eyes too, but also curiosity.<br><br>"I thought the same, so I sent word to our lawyers to have a look. The value wasn't stated in the first contract." the kind of conversation that could put anyone to sleep indeed. "Or so they tell me. I did well, didn't I?" just with enough of a 'looking for validation' look that it's clear she's just some trophy wife. Enough for them to be left well alone.<br><br>Or WOULD be if only there wasn't someone making their way right towards them. Flute in hand and by the looks of her it isn't the first one she has had tonight. She is dressed in a long gown of faux-diamonds. Or are they real? Pretentious as all hell of course and just fine enough that this may exactly be the old man's daughter. The one that just got engaged. "Hello!" her demeanor bright, "I don't remember you. Are you friends of my father?" her eyes are mostly on Cain now as she speaks, eyeing him. It's the kind of look that is most likely telling that whatever marriage she is about to enter won't be lasting long. Or maybe she just needs to ease up on the alcohol. she isn't wobbling, but it's only a matter of time most likely.<br><br>Behind her the corridor leading to the bathrooms is just a few steps away. Darn timing.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>"You did okay," arrives the answer from Jim Spade nee Cain Marko. It's an affirmative, but also one that delivers only the barest minimum of approval and praise. 'Always leave them wanting more' seems to be the mantra of Jim Spade. Though the approach of the woman in the glittering, shimmering dress results in a brief ghost of a scowl beginning to form itself upon the brutish face of Jim Spade. It's an expression that's quickly wiped away as the woman with the upbeat, bright manner approaches and Cain comes to a slow halt. While Elektra stands with an arm draped across his own arm and her coat draped across the other. The look that the probable younger Stankos offers up to Cain is returned with a small, knowing smile that threatens to pull at one corner of his mouth. Jim Spade is a hound dog after all and a few nuptials have surely never stopped him from exploring the many finer things of life.<br><br>He's not there to flirt though and what little flirting he may exhibit is controlled. Purposeful. There's no stopping him once he gets going; but when the mission requires a little subtlety it seems that Cain Marko's capable of playing the hand he's dealt to see the objective through. He answers with a broad grin that borders on the charismatic, yet with a tinge of danger woven within it and when he speaks it's with the thunderous voice that the behemoth of a man so often employs, "I'm an *associate* of your fathers," Cain answers with a small smile that seems to open the door for the younger Stankos being included in some grand secret, "we both know your father and *friends* is a stretch," he imparts with a deep, resonating chuckle.<br><br>"The name's Jim Spade, this is my wife - Sylvia - and we were just on our way to the lavatory," he says with an apologetic smile that just doesn't seem to sit quite right upon his brutish features and stature that could have inspired the abstract tale of Goliath in the biblical sense. Neither does Cain elaborate on why the pair are on their way to the lavatory. It's a party after all and even the wealthy have their proclivities under such stressful social environs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>There is a certain gleeful attraction to the danger shown by Cain that often those who are about to get 'tied' down in marriage demonstrate. A last cry of rebellion? Still, that seems to bring the woman closer than push her away. The drink helps for sure. "I thought I knew all of my father's associates..." and by her tone? It doesn't seem like she's new to some fun with an associate or another.<br><br>Rich families and their drama-filled lives.<br><br>The woman bites on her lower lip, "It's great to meet you, Mr. Spade." she barely sparing a look at Sylvia, "... and Mrs. Spade. Maybe I can show you the way to the lavatories." She's so helpful. Elektra smiles then. A dangerous thing for those who know her, "I am sure we can find our way. Oh, there's John." Elektra looking past the woman's shoulder which makes her eyes go wide as if she had just been caught with her hand on the cookie jar. She turns to look for her fiance which means Elektra takes the chance to have them just brush past her, towards the back rooms, away from the din of the party.<br><br>Heels echo on the hallways as they walk towards, and past, the bathrooms. Close by there's an elevator, with two security officers there. "I give that marriage one month." she comments with a smirk.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>The offer of aid results in a wolfish grin out of Jim Spade nee Cain Marko, but before he can offer a genuine answer: Elektra's sweeping in with a timely dismissal and distraction. While the Stankos daughter spins about in search of her someday husband and the pair of infiltrators continue on, Cain quietly mutters aside, "Good work". Which is about all the praise that he can muster for the moment. Onward the pair move and toward the back rooms where no doubt some form of bathrooms can be found within the great big mansion. The short hallway that stretches to the left ends with the door leading into a rather sizeable bathroom; likely intended to be some form of His and Hers shared accommodations. To the right a pair of doors, both closed and their contents barred from easy viewing.<br><br>"Bathroom," he says with a slight nod of his head toward that particular location, downward the leftward path of the T-split hallway. As he begins to move, Cain's hand shifts down and aside in an attempt to press a massive palm to her back. All in a bid to urge the once-assassin along and to keep pace with his considerably longer strides. It's likely for the possibility of eavesdroppers that the next words leave the big man's mouth, "There's the bathroom; you still want to mess around real quick?" Nothing says a wealthy socialite's party like a couple guests going at it in one of the bathrooms, apparently. At least per the mentality of Mr. Cain Marko.<br><br>The door opens with only the slightest squeak of a hinge and the man called Jim Spade stands aside, one hand holding the door open and his head bowed as though in preparation of passing through the doorway of the bathroom. He waits back the way that the pair came, eyeballing the intersection and watching for some sort of security or snoop following them.<br><br>Seeing none, Cain's attention shifts back to Elektra and his voice drops low as a faint scowl pulls at his gruff, brutish features, "In there," he offers in terse fashion.<br><br>Only when Sylvia and Jim Spade are safely tucked away within the bathroom, after Cain's ducked low to keep from bashing his head against the frame and, quite frankly, probably taking a section of the frame down with such an action. Within the relative privacy of the bathroom, Cain lays out an idea, "Schematics you gave me showed that window," he says of the window that looks out over the sea to the west. "We'll lower you down from it," likely using Cain's own arm as the unorthodox rope to climb down, "and then you slip into Stankos' office from the patio below. What do you need me to do?"<br><br>The question is left to hang and Cain's blue eyes remain fixed upon Elektra. There's one good thing for a rich person's place though; the ceilings tend to be higher and he can stand upright within the individual rooms without too much fear of scraping his head against the ceiling or catching a ceiling fan to the face.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>It's the 'real quick' that gets an actual laugh out of Elektra, the woman's gaze trailing up at Cain with amusement, "Your choice of words always sweeps me away." she tells him, just as they disappear into that bathroom. The door is closed behind them and she locks it. A couple of seconds to make sure there's no one else inside before the large man gets her full attention, "That will work. At least to get Stankos's keycard." she gestures, "For our actual destination is deeper down."<br><br>"Hidden deep down the bowels of the mansion there's a particular vault." She finally deigning to explain the plan to Cain, "One that is virtually impossible to crack open. At least by normal means." her eyes roaming over the man's meaty arms, clearly it not being by chance that she had chosen Juggernaut to join this mission. "While I go into his office I will need you to secure the elevator. I saw two guards near it. Use this." she reaches in-between the cleavage of her dress to bring out a small device, "Click and the cameras in your vicinity won't work for a time. I will join you once I have the card. We will be on limited time once we get into that elevator." and by the way she says it seems it will be a very limited one.<br><br>Once that is done she goes to that window, lowering it. Immediately the fresh air of the sea invades that bathroom, the sound of waves crashing below them heard. It's a long drop down. But the patio is visible below as well. Elektra looks out and then reaches down to tear the other side of her dress for a ease of movements, nimbly climbing over and extending one hand, waiting for Cain to lower her down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>The laughter out of Elektra and her own commentary regarding his choice of wording receives only the slightest and slyest of smiles, though it does not persist for long. Just as easily as the expression made it's abrupt appearance, it just as swiftly begins to dissipate until the brutish man's expression is once more cast into its typical territory somewhere between a scowl and a grimace. The small device offered and accepted, Cain slips it away into a pocket of his tux jacket for safe keeping, even giving it a light press of his hand to ensure that it's kept secure in that locale.<br><br>The long drop down is made a little easier with Cain's beefy arm thrust from the window and his shoulder resting against the frame. He does not lean against it or otherwise strain himself against the wall, because he'd rather it not crumble. It's instead with a feather touch that he operates. The length of his arm is no doubt impressive and with Elektra's hands gripping to his own massive fingers, he begins to ease her gingerly down. He does not speak, offer commands, or advice. She's a professional and she doesn't require it. Only when she releases her grip and drops nimbly below with nary a sound, does Cain withdraw and close the window anew.<br><br>He spares little time giving himself a little splash of water, wiping it away, and then slipping from the bathroom with as much grace and subtlety as a brick heaved at a face. He begins to move down the corridor, hangs a ride, and it's right back out to the grand chamber that he goes. It doesn't take long before the daughter of Stankos - Angelica - is upon him again. This time though Jim Spade is without Sylvia Spade and when Jim's propositioned for a dance, he accepts. The key is buying time, then filling that time, and then capitalizing on it all when the time arrives.<br>Hist one point or two Angelica Stankos is dancing with Jim Spade in a fashion that the most high brow of viewers might called 'intimately close' and, for his part, Cain seems to be humoring the younger heiress more than anything. It's that same general disinterest that likely drives her to ease ever closer throughout their dance. That is until John makes an appearance. While the groom-to-be shoots a nasty glare toward the man that is Jim Spade; it doesn't progress much further than that. Wrathful glares and bitter scowls are one thing; stepping toe to toe with a man the size of Cain Marko is another. Which means that it's Angelica Stankos that draws much of the would-be groom's ire. While the party does go on, there's definitely a particular degree of discomfort as all eyes shift from Cain and Angelica's dancing, to John and Angelica storming away to a side room to have words on the embarrassment that their night has become. More than a wedding; the wealthy do love to see something good just as readily fall apart. It's peak, human entertainment more often than not, no matter the social or economic strata.<br><br>Most eyes have followed after the engaged couple and that is the opportunity that Cain Marko takes to march away. He does not slip, he does not subtly glide about. He simply chooses a direction and moves in it. Whether he stops going that direction is entirely upon his own shoulders and whims. Which is precisely how he ends up walking down the corridor, lined by exotic ferns from some tropical island in the Pacific. The pair of guards give a glance to one another as they stand near the elevator doors at the end of the corridor. After their interpersonal glancing - then it's back toward the behemoth of a man marching toward the elevator and their own position before them.<br><br>"Sir, you --" one of them begins. Cain's had slips from his pocket after having activated the small device within that concealed place. Now with each of his massive hands in view the brutish man offers a small, knowing smile before he interrupts the guard, "Angelica told me to come down here. Said something about 'one last hurrah'?"<br><br>'s that moment of confus<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>Those words seem to draw a look of intermingled concern and confusion between the guards. It's that moment of confused hesitation that Cain Marko chooses to act. A malicious smile blossoms across his broad features. A hand lifts and a finger flicks, as though casually flicking a small insect that has only just landed upon an arm. The flick of the finger is enough to send the nearest guard to the floor; perhaps concussed, but alive at least. The other's eyes widen with panic and Cain moves toward him with a single long stride, closing the distance between them to nearly intimate levels. The hand that attempts to bring a radio up to his face is intercepted by Cain's own hand and beneath the grip of Marko's tightening fist the sound of plastic snapping, aluminum crumpling, and bones crackling can be heard as all is shattered within the grip of Juggernaut. At the same time his opposite hand lifts, placing itself across the muffled shouts and screams of the man while hand and radio are ground painfully into one.<br><br>The hand over the man's mouth dulls the shouts of alarm, pain, and panic into a low murmur. The sound is little more than a low, desperate murmur as Cain steps forward and readily lifts the man from his feet. "I'm feelin' merciful today, because it's been a good day," the arguably greatest bully of all time explains to the guard, "you're going to take a nap now". The man's head dips by back future of a light thrust of Cain's arm. Though for him a light thrust is a devastating blow at the hands of the world's strongest, most capable fighters. The wall cracks and craters behind the man's head with the impact and soon that guard falls. Crumpling to the floor in a heap at the feet of Cain, the guard is left there to lie.<br><br>Both of the guards dispatched, Cain begins to search the bodies. Collecting phones, radios, keycards, or anything else of importance. Whether for his and Elektra's own purposes or to potentially raise an alarm with expediency.<br><br>Now he waits. The giant that is Cain Marko stands before the elevator doors, the pair of unconscious men shoved to the sides of the corridor. The sight of them blocked by the potted ferns that line either side of the hallway. Now Cain's perhaps the most overqualified security guard on the premises.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>The woman's weight is that of a feather as she dangles down from Cain's arm, preparing for the fall, waiting for the best opportunity, the meandering guard on the patio taking a touch to get in place and ....<br><br>Now.<br><br>Hand let's go of Cain's arm and she drops. Deadly silent. Elektra lands with both legs twining around the man's neck, twisting to send him spiraling against the wall with a *thud*. Unconscious. Prowling gaze turns sharply, waiting. The sound of footsteps as another guard comes to investigate the thud of earlier. "James, where--" but he never finishes his sentence. Elektra moves like a serpent, lightning fast, a blow on the man's back with her knuckles to toss the air out of his lungs. A kick to a knee to bring him down. Elbow to temple to send him to sleep. All done in the span of five seconds. The man falls and she drags him out of sight, along with the other, moving further in, a small corridor with expensive paintings.<br><br>She stops then, lowering herself down to bring a small capsule that was wrapped against her thigh. She drops the dust inside carefully on a palm and then blows it towards the corridor, revealing a series of lasers that most surely would turn the alarm on if she just went past.<br><br>Heels are put aside. The lower end of her dress? Suffers the same fate as she rips it off so there are no dangling parts of it that can compromise her. And then she begins her traverse of the lasered trap. Sinuous, body bending and sliding as she makes progress, step by step, almost as if this was a dance. It takes her a few minutes and just as she cartwheels the final laser there's a bead of sweat on her brow at the exertion. She finally goes into the office. The keycard isn't hard to find.<br><br>---<br><br>The elevator right behind Cain dings after a few moments and the doors open. On the other side? Elektra, hip thrusted to the side and a keycard between fingertips, "Coming?" those dark orbs of her eyes blazing now. They are close to their objective.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>The elevator dings and a glance to his shoulder results in Cain's left eyebrow rising slightly higher at what he finds. Elektra with the lower half of her dress torn away and a small smirk tugging at his mouth, "A good look you've got going there". The bit of humor isn't accompanied by laughter or even a chuckle. They're in too deep for too many needless sounds that may draw attention. The question, the indirect invitation, results in a nod out of the big man. Cain turns and stoops low, bending at the midsection to bow himself beneath the frame of the elevator. When he steps into it briefly sinks downward as though the weight of Cain is enough to stress the cables that allow it to operate.<br><br>The mass of the man dominates a good deal of the car. He shifts his frame that the control board is left open and readily accessible by Elektra. Cain's left to stand with his shoulders slouched and his head angled to the side to prevent it rest directly against the ceiling of the car. Even if the side of his scalp rests against the faux ceiling.<br><br>The silence reigns for a moment before it's broken not by the soft ding of the elevator doors closing, but by Cain Marko quietly grumbling into the tight confines of the elevator, "That's what she said."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>Elektra did a lot of planning for this mission. But accounting for Cain's weight? Maybe not that, considering how she looks around the elevator walls when it creaks at the man stepping inside. It holds though and that's enough for the assassin even if for a moment she was ready to jump out in case it start to plummet. For even if she was sure Cain could survive the drop she isn't too sure that she could.<br><br>They adjust as well as they can inside the car and she ducks under Cain's arm to swipe the card, inserting a code that makes a soft 'ding' sound before the doors close down and they start going down. Blessedly there is no elevator music, "You are in good spirits." a look over her shoulder at the man, that same small smirk on the corner of her lips that makes her cheeks dimple, "Having fun, are you?"<br><br>The sheer size of the man means there's little space inside, she now very close to Cain as the elevator continues it's descent, "We are close to our objective now." she whispers, bare shoulder brushing against his tuxedo just as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors begin to open...<br><br>Ahead of them? A large hallway, no decorations anywhere. Occupying the full wall is a gigantic vault door. Massively thick, the kind of vault that you can't just open no matter how good of a lock breaker you are.<br><br>"Now it's time to figure out if you are worth your reputation, Mr. Cain." A teasing challenge sent over her shoulder as she gets out of the elevator and out of the way as well. It was time for some destruction.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'm havin' a fuckin' blast," Cain answers with his usual gruff manner. The persona of Jim Spade has unraveled and been cast aside in a heap. What remains is Cain Marko, slouched within the elevator and with Elektra doing her best to navigate around his nearly seven feet of height and nearly half a ton of muscle upon bullish muscle. The elevator comes to a halt and his arms lowering from their place braced along the walls. When Elektra moves to depart the elevator, Cain's head and shoulders bow to do the same. The sight of the vault ahead earns an amused grunt that never truly escapes the throat of the man that makes the noise. It's somewhere between an amused growl and snort. "This'll be a piece of cake. You want it cracked," and when one would think that's the end of the question, Cain continues it, "or the whole vault?"<br><br>As Elektra and Cain begin down the featureless corridor there is a bright flash of crimson that briefly illuminates their surroundings, painting everything the light touches with a momentary sheen of freshly drawn blood. The sound of suddenly heavier footfalls coincides with the flash of crimson light and the Avatar of Cyttorak offers up a low growl that sounds akin to an unsettling, outright terrifying purr of amusement, "Get out of my way before I make you get out of my way". The more violent, bullying aspects of Cain Marko only amplified by the living embodiment of Cyttorak on Earth come to the forefront in his speech. He strides by Elektra now, taking the lead as his heavy footfalls become faster and faster and faster. The cadence of his thunderous footfalls sends many within the mansion on the California coast scrambling for cover as the initial tremors of an earthquake are felt. At least that's what most likely think as the Juggernaut begins up speed in his inexorable, unstoppable march toward the vault. No alarms shall give him pause, no security systems shall delay him, and no one will remain standing in his path. He storms toward the vault door within his bold red armor and his domed helmet lowered forward, as though it were the immense head of some charging bull. The massive arms of the man have grown to match the nine and a half foot stature, along with the almost a - U.S. - ton of rippling, unstoppable muscle.<br><br>He begins to chuckle and even that sound carries like thunder through the hallways. Juggernaut meets Vault in a horrendous sound of twisting, bending metal. He not only simply walks into the massive, reinforced structure but as it bends inward his red clad elbows begin to aid in shoulder his way THROUGH the fault door. He does not stop to rip it from its hinges or yank it free of its housing; instead the Juggernaut appears to walk into the formidable structure as though it is little more than butter or clay, beneath the hot blade that is his body.<br><br>Alarms immediately begin to sound as the vault is contacted with such brutal fury and the Juggernaut's laughter continues as the path is cleared and the vault door sags inward, now pressed into the vault itself. The Juggernaut sized hole that is created is left open to Elektra as the monster that is the Big Red Meanie steps aside, commenting to Elektra with a unsettling grin from within his helmet, "Worth every penny ain't I, toots?"<br><br>Quite please and satisfied with himself, Juggernaut steps aside so that Elektra may have free and easy access to the vault. Meanwhile he steps back outside of it with a dip of his domed armored head, staring back toward the elevator as the alarms blare and somewhere distant the sound of bars falling into place can be heard. There he waits. Hoping. HOPING. That someone is foolish enough to step out of the elevator in the time that follows.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>The assassin makes sure to stay out of the way as that transformation occurs and the avatar of Cyttorak comes to the fore, the red light reflecting in her dark eyes as she does nothing to hide some fascination for it. Violence *does* attact her after all for one does not become the assassin that she did without some kind of intimacy with violence and all that comes attached with it.<br><br>As the Juggernaut crashes into the vault the heavy door smashes some of the precious content inside. And precious indeed it seems to be, ranging from old paintings, relics, weapons, esoteric pieces from all over the globe, ranging from a large elephant tooth to a long scroll on a wall written in japanese kanji. Maybe not gold, or actual money but there's so much more here in terms of value than there was in everyone at the party above..<br><br>"Indeed." She tells him, approval in both expression and tone as she swiftly makes her way in at the wake of Cain's destructive methods. She walks to a particular box and opens it, eyes widen before there's a pleased expression to her features. What she came here to get. "Finally.." she says to herself before murmuring a few words in Japanese, staying in place.<br><br>Meanwhile the elevator's light can be seen announcing it coming down. Close now. Elektra points to one of the walls. "That wall. Behind it is the cliff, leading to the sea." and the woman finally bringing what she was looking for from that box. A pair of short japanese blades. They look old. So old. The hilts barely holding even if the blades look as sharp as ever. "That's our way out."<br><br>The elevator dings as it reaches their floor.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>The indicated wall earns a shift of Cain's shoulders, permitting his domed head to turn toward the wall. He grunts once before he begins to chuckle, likely at the assassin's expense because that's just what bullies do, "You're paying real good for some easy work". The Juggernaut's voice is like thunder, quivering the air as he speaks and the chuckle only serves to rattle it further. The ding at the elevator results in the Juggernaut shifting himself around, repositioning himself that he may act as a barrier between the elevator doors and Elektra's place within the corridor. Squishies, twisties, and crunchies all have an adverse reaction to bullets and the possibility of the security personnel coming in guns blazing is considerably higher now.<br><br>The ding sounds out and the elevator doors begin to open. For a moment it seems that the Juggernaut is prepared to rush off toward the elevator, but midway through his first step forward he pauses. "You can swim, right?" the question is asked in a murmur that sounds like an avalanche far in the distance. He reaches out toward Elektra with one massive hand and attempts to take her within his gargantuan hand like one might carry a bottle of water. A gingerly press of his shoulder finds the wall crumbling away, the sound of the construction material breaking and falling along the cliffside heard after the wall tumbles away beneath the onslaught of the Juggernaut.<br><br>"Ready?" he asks and without waiting for an answer the Juggernaut flicks his wrist, sending the sleek form of Elektra soaring away from the mansion and the cliff to the sea below. No doubt she's arranged a boat for their pickup down there.<br><br>Gunfire erupts and peppers the back and left shoulder of the Juggernaut. A round or two bounces from his domed helmet and the Juggernaut twists, directing his wide blue eyes toward the six armed security personnel. "This is your lucky day, I've got shit to do and you get to live," the Juggernaut growls back at the sources of the ineffective gunfire. It's a competition between the loud report of gunfire and the Juggernauts voice, which will be heard over the other.<br><br>For his part Cain Marko does not wait for confirmation or receipt of his warning. The monstrosity of a man simply turns, looks ahead, and with two long strides leaps free of the corridor and away from the cliffside. He plummets fast and hard for the water below, making certain that the unstoppable behemoth that is Juggernaut isn't about to land atop the smaller, frailer Elektra.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>"There are things worth more than money." Is what Elektra has to tell in return to Cain, clearly it not being riches that move the woman. What does though? There's an enigmatic little smile to her lips as she leaves that hanging just before the sound of the elevator arriving snaps her attention over to it. "Let's hurry."<br><br>And hurry the Juggernaut does. More than she was expecting to as well because being picked up from the ground wasn't in her plans. Not that she can do much about -that- but to eye Cain disapprovingly.<br><br>Just before being tossed through the now broken wall.<br><br>To her merit there is no scream the woman quickly disappearing from sight and plummeting down to the waters below. Body twists, sharp, angling herself so she hits the water with her hands and head forward, diving under. And a few moments later? The hulking figure of the Juggernaut creates a disturbance in the waters when dropping in.<br><br>A boat is indeed waiting, hidden behind a pair of cliffs, making it's way close to where they are. And of course that the man at the wheel is the same driver that was driving the limo earlier. He brings it close to Elektra first who swims over, blades tossed over the edge before she climbs aboard. Up on the broken wall the tiny figures of armed guardsmen show up, shooting down at the group but they are far enough that they most likely won't be much of a threat. Even if they should get out of there.<br><br>Hands go through her now wet hair and she looks over in search for Cain in the cold waters.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:635|Cain Marko (635)}} has posed:'''<br>Whether it's because he never learned, he's simply too dense, or for whatever reason that he's incapable? The Juggernaut hits the water and does not resurface. Like a depth charge going off the water sucks toward the Juggernaut's point of entry, before swiftly exploding upward as a result of his titanic cannonball. In the shallows of the sea keen eyes can spot him, walking from greater depths and closer to the cliff wall. The closer he marches beneath the waves toward land, the more he begins to emerge from the water. Just as his domed helmet begins to break the surface, a flash of crimson illuminates the water in a way that would make most fearing the presence of sharks piss themselves in terror.<br><br>That flash of crimson whisks the Juggernaut away and as the boat roars around, approaching Cain Marko in the shallower waters; he pulls himself onto the boat and takes care depositing his renewed bulk of nearly seven feet in height and a half ton into the boat. He remains knelt, not daring to move and potentially disrupt the boat's escape. In doing so his cold blue eyes settle onto Elektra, even as the once-Jim Spade begins to remove the jacket of his tux, "You get what you wanted? Let's get out over here, Jeevesy," the gruff voice of Cain Marko remarks to the boat's captain - the man formerly called Jack.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>The assassin taps on 'Jack's' shoulder when they finally spot the huge figure of the Juggernaut walking under water. The boat shifts and turns that way, closer and also getting cover from the shots from the guardsmen, close enough for Cain to easily make his way aboard. The boat rocks a bit but it doesn't cap over, blessedly. As for Elektra? She has already discarded the dress and changed to a simple black outfit, pants and shirt, loose wet, black hair now tumbling down her shoulders.<br><br>Dress still visible over a corner.<br><br>"We will lay low for a time." She informs Cain, "It will be too hot to leave the country just yet. Once it simmers down I will get you a passage to ..., wherever you wish to go." she is sitting down against the side of the boat, the two blades now wrapped in a cloth near her.<br><br>"I got what I wanted." she pats the blades near her, "You did well." her eyes staying on the blue-eyed man with a measure of both appreciation but also unspent aggression. Violence begets violence after all.<br><br>"I am sure this won't be the last time we work together."<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The research and development team were having a bit of a field day.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was rare that they could get such directly applied metrics to certain moments in the defined musculature and biology of empowered individuals. Rare that they had such a willing test subject available and open to whatever instruments and readings they needed to take. And rarely was it that such a test subject was so open and gregarious about it.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Are you comfortable?" The doctor's voice was distracted but at least the attempt to a bed-side manner was being made.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Quite," Was the answer given by the barrel-chested Asgardian as he stood there in the highly monitored room. White and chrome walls surrounded him as he was left to his own devices within the testing chamber. Hands placed on his hips, and his expression a touch thoughtful though curious, he looked around now and again having little to actually observe for his part. He partially blended in with the room, considering he was wearing a pair of white plastic flip-flops and a white medical smock that was tied in the back... and nothing else for the moment.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Those were interesting readings when we were doing the incremental strength testing. There were marked surges every four tenths of a second, did you notice that?" The microphone relayed the doctor's voice well, though in the observation room a lot of chatter was going on in the background.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I did not," Thor says calmly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It seems to ramp up, starting from a nominal level and then rises by an order of magnitude during each of those pulses, multiplicatively. It's quite interesting."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when he answers, "Indeed."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though the scientist might not pick up on it, others who actually _knew_ Thor might be able to read between the lines of the Asgardian's manner and get a hint of mild. Only mild. Irritation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Daisy wasn't exactly having a field day, but someone had to be the chaperone to escort Thor and his retinue through the Triskelion upon arrival. Being part of the Secret Warriors did make it so she had a deeper contact with the other powered groups so it had been a natural choice.<br><br>And also because Jenkins had the day off.<br><br>Regardless, here she was. Watching the proceedings and keeping an eye on the instruments and what was being done, making sure all was up to par. It didn't hurt that she could occasionally get her eyes on a certain Asgardian's musculature. A little feast for the eyes to take from the monotony of all these tests. But then the scientist starts to talk and she frowns faintly. Not exactly the first time the scientist speaks up about fascinating details. As if he was just a test subject. She had been on the rear end of that when she had been captured by SHIELD.<br><br>"I am sure it's all fascinating, doc. But we can read it all up later." she says from her position next to Thor in the monitored room. She rolls her eyes and leans closer to whisper, "So, how's Asgard?"<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet more evidence of Thor's slim patience as he answers Daisy's question not with his normal effusive banter or polite conversational tone. Instead she just gets one word as he looks up at the tall mirror in one wall that hides the scientists behind it.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Eternal."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He quirks an eyebrow for a momment, then crinkles his nose and turns back toward her, only then does a small smile sneak into place upon his lips. Whatever cloud had been hovering over him seemingly passing by as he steps across the room, pondering the table that is within there as well. It and a pair of chairs being the only pieces of furniture within. Except for the times when the lab techs wheel in this or that piece of testing equipment.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which happens just then as two techs in full body suits enter, pushing along a cart with a faint squeaky squeaky squeak to the wheels on it. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Asgardian Prince sits down on the edge of the table and holds an arm out, apparently having seen this device at some point and knowing what to expect. Which is when the techs start to attach various electrodes to his arm and shoulder.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is Winter there, so it's beautiful at the moment. Festivities though the solstice has passed."<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>There was another present. Thankfully, she was not in the big white room, though some of her armor would've blended quite well. The red and silver? Not so much. At least Sif had left the helmet off for today but there was no way she was attending without armor once it was explained by Thor why they were here.<br><br>He had volunteered for them to study him, learn more about Asgardians. That did not sound the least bit safe to her. Thus, she had insisted on coming along. Which had led to quite the moment at the security checkpoint when they wanted her weapons. Sif was less than cooperative. But thanks to Thor having the mind to ask her to stand down, there was not an international incident.<br><br>Yet.<br><br>"I believe that is more than enough," she muttered to the people in the labcoats at the computers all around her, hidden from the room below by that one-way mirror. <br><br>"Oh, we are just getting started!" came the happy sound from the main agent running the show. Until he looked over at the tall, glaring brunette. "I mean, he did agree to help us. To learn more about your people. Perhaps..." He looked to his fellow agents then back to her, trying to put on a winning smile. "You would allow us to test you once we are done with Thor?"<br><br>Sif stared at him a long moment. Then a moment more. "Certainly." Which had the man smiling with happines. "As soon as you agree to allow me to use your head as a target for archery practice." His expression fell and he cleared his throat then turned quickly back to his console.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>There's temptation on the OTHER scientists on that room as they listen to Sif and the over-eager scientist talk. As if they were measuring their colleague's head for target practice. Look, it's a once in a lifetime chance to study the Goddess of War! Yet regardless on how lacking they are about social cues (even Asgardian ones), they can take the hint. So there are smiles to Sif and back to work it is.<br><br>"Alright, we have a reading going." the voice of another scientist heard inside the white room, "This will take just a few minutes."<br><br>Daisy eyes Thor at that 'eternal' answer. Eyebrow quirked in response to Thor's own. When he eventually deigns to answering properly there's a faint smile, "Going over to celebrate as well?" she inquires, "Or staying in Midgard?"<br><br>The machines beep and boop as they work, a graph on the board that's showing various parameters from what they are getting out of all the electrodes.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A brief glance is given to the electrodes on his arm and shoulder, as well as now apparently a small sticky digital display that starts giving a datafeed cascading down its portable monitor. He eyeballs that for a moment, then looks to the technician who just put it on him before he answers Daisy's question.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"At some point. It lasts the week long and I am expected to attend in part." He looks back at the Secret Warrior and then shrugs ever so slightly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside the data center on the other side of that one-way mmirror, several of the scientists nod to themselves, then one points at a screen with a pen and murmurs, "This correlates with the Olympian data results, but there's less feedback here. Connecting to... the locality? Some sort of extra-temporal connection since it seems to originate with the tachyons?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though several of the assistants shrug but they continue conversing in lower tones.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lead professor's voice crackles on the speaker again, "Thor, could you be so kind as to stand up and stretch your arms over your head, we need a range of motion silhouette to gauge your causal placement in the entropic sphere."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah yes," Thor answers as he pushes himself up to his feet, lifting his arms up toward the ceiling and then holding them. "Shame on us, almost forgetting the entropic sphere." He says and then winks at Daisy.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Olympians?"<br><br>That word caught Sif's attention. She moved forward and started paying attention to the computers and readouts now. Admittedly, she was not a scientist. But she also wasn't stupid so she could put some things together potentially. Maybe. Hopefully.<br><br>"Less feedback from...what? For everyone knows Olympians are far beneath the abilities and skills of any Asgardian, be it the oldest dairy maid to the smallest babe in their crib." It seems that this particular Asgardian doesn't have a lot of respect for Olympians. <br><br>"The only Greeks that were worth the time were the Spartans and we see what happened to them." In that they were no more in this time at least. She crossed her arms then reached for the button that spoke to the room at large. <br><br>"I would suggest we put an end to this game of jump and how high. They are comparing you to Olympians. And while I realize some of them are alright, most of them are insufferable and not worthy of their kind even being spoken about in the same sentence as Asgardians." For she did respect Alexander Aaron, who was not involved in the Olympian drama. And his father, her war counterpart, who had chosen to get out of the Mount Olympus.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>'Expected' is the kind of choice word that Daisy can easily pick on. And of course that she indeed pushes on that yarn ball at the opening from the Asgardian Prince, "Expected? You make it sound as if you aren't exactly too keen on going up there.." no judgement on her tone though as she sighs right after, "Know how that can get. My mother gives me an earful everytime I go visit..."<br><br>Look at that, a lifetime searching for Jiaying and now that Daisy found her she complains! Kids these days...<br><br>Arm stretching though? That gets her distracted enough watching it being performed by Thor, even if she makes her best to sorta-not-be-looking-but-totally-is. She is great at that. At least she isn't spinning a finger through her hair while doing so.<br><br>The scientists inside seem ready to dispute the claim about Asgardians being superior. In fact one of them pushes his glasses up his nose and is just about to start with an 'Aaaactualllyyy', which might had earned him a kick to the face. But a colleague next to him stays him from commenting on what Sif says. Nope. Let's not create an international incident!<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The lead researcher, a Dr. Bolton, straightens up and adjusts his glasses while he takes up that baton that the other fails to utilize. As he looks and listens to Sif, his expression clearly mildly displeased though he maintains a calm visage, he gives a glance down at his tablet as she speaks, letting her have her say, then he clicks the stylus a little against the frame of the device before he answers.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Data is data, Lady Sif. It matters not where it comes from, more that we have it to compare." A nod is given as he voices those words, while several of the other researchers nod as well along with him.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though in that at least he does not voice support nor condemnation for the Greeks. Though abruptly one of the other researches calls Dr. Bolton's attention over to his screen.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor lowers his arms and then leans forward to touch his toes for a moment before straightening back up and spreading his arms out wide. The smock does a fair amount to give him some measure of modesty, though if one were to look. Like DAISY. They might steal a glance here or there. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Is that sufficient, doctor?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The microphone is grabbed by the man as he answers, "Yes, quite. Tell me, are you feeling warm or cold?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To which Thor takes a moment to quirk an eyebrow at Daisy, then answers, "Quite comfortable, thank you."<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>And to that, Sif says nothing. She just resumes her position one step back from where she was currently standing and arms crossed. With no cloak on, it made sure her muscular arms were on display, flexed as they were in this position. <br><br>Not that she was being threatening. On purpose. Because there should be no incidents while they were here. Unless Thor decided he was tired of their poking and prodding, she was stuck for the duration. <br><br>When he started doing the toe touch, she frowned even more. Thankfully there were no telepaths present. They might not appreciate the image of a man holding a hoop while a VERY blonde poodle jumped through said hoop. Repeatedly.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Of course that Daisy steals a look! She's not blind! She's in the process of doing just that when that question out of the doc comes. Warm or cold? She murmurs, "Quite warm..." did she get distracted? Maybe. But she quickly catches herself and smiles at Thor, "Good to hear." that he's comfortable.<br><br>"It won't take much longer." She assures Thor before speaking to the 'microphone', "Did you hear?" it's not a direct threat but it's telling that Daisy doesn't want to have Thor spending more than he has to under the whims of Dr. Bolton and his cronies.<br><br>Yes, that's how she calls them. She can only tolerate FitzSimmons, clearly!<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hmm, hmmm." Is what Daisy can still hear on the end of the microphone as Dr. Bolton keeps it open as he ponders. And while he's pondering he's looking at Sif. Then slowly he nods. "Of course, I think we have enough data for the day. Technicians, please feel free to discharge the Prince? Perhaps we can continue at a later date."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he says that he flashes a small thin smile to the goddess, then he turns back to the data terminals where he begins to confer with his colleagues. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hearing that, however, Thor turns back toward Daisy. "Well there. Now my duty is so discharged. I find I am a touch... hungry." he walks over toward the door he entered the test chamber through, pausing a moment to glance at his reflection and rub at the patch over his eye. He takes a deep breath, then looks back. "Sif, if you can hear this start your thoughts in the direction of where to eat." And as easily as that he slips through the door, out of the test chamber. Once he does so all the data feeds fall on those terminals in the other room, the images flat-lining as he wanders out.<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Amanda_Waller&diff=25239
Amanda Waller
2024-02-02T12:18:54Z
<p>Hobb: </p>
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<div>{{CharacterPage<br />
|NameOnMUSH=Amanda Waller<br />
|banner name=The Wall<br />
|Char_id=296<br />
|Img=https://comicvine.gamespot.com/a/uploads/square_medium/3/36239/3986550-5642967419-arrow.jpg<br />
|FullName=<Redacted><br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=The Wall<br />
|Species=Human<br />
|Theme=DC<br />
|Chartype=TPC<br />
|Occupation=DEO Director<br />
|Citizenship=United States of 'Merica<br />
|Residence=Washington, D.C.<br />
|Education=Graduate in Political Science<br />
|Groups=[[Suicide Squad]]<br />
|Quote="You're wrong. Let me show you."<br />
|PAge=54<br />
|AAge=54<br />
|DOB=8 May 1969<br />
|Height=5'1"<br />
|Weight=170lbs<br />
|Hair=Brown<br />
|Eyes=Brown<br />
|Actor=Octavia Spencer<br />
|Song='Brick in the Wall' - Pink Floyd<br />
|Twitter=<br />
|Profile=<br><br />
Very little is known about the head of Project X aside from a name shrouded in a lot of red-tape.<br />
''The Wall'' as they've come to refer to her, is a clandestine woman who has the ear of several <br />
powerful senators and is known for getting otherwise thought impossible tasks, done. For the good of <br />
national safety and security. <br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>1969 - Born Amanda Blake to a poor couple living in the Cabrini-Green project of Chicago. Raised<br />
in one of the worst neighbourhoods of the US. She suffered domestic violence, lost a sibling to gang <br />
violence and another to drugs.<br>1987 - Enlisted in the US Army to be able to go to <br />
college.<br>1991 - Graduated Summa Cum Laude in Political science. Already someone that fought tooth <br />
and nail for what she thought she deserved she bullied her way through the regulations of the time <br />
to attend officer school. Receive special forces training. Marries Joseph Waller.<br>1993 - Joins <br />
Team 7<br>1994 - Waller is not exposed to mutagens as it has been determined she doesn't posses the <br />
meta-gen, as was initially suspected. But she stays in the team, having become an invaluable <br />
operative. Waller learns tactics and combat skills from the likes of Slade Wilson and John Lynch, <br />
and black ops operations and espionage skills from Miles Craven and Henry Bendix.<br>1996 - Birth of <br />
her eldest daughter, Damita. Four more will follow during the next ten years. Joseph Jr., Coretta, <br />
Jessie and Martin.<br>2001 - Team 7 implodes. But Waller has seen it coming and covered all her <br />
bases. She had the facts documented, she had the right people in her pocket, and she blackmailed, <br />
backstabbed and negotiated her way into a cushy bureaucratic position in the DEO.<br>2002 - 2006 - <br />
Waller devotes most of her time to her family, a minor player in the DEO operations.<br>2007 - In a <br />
few weeks Joe Jr. is killed in a mugging. Then Damita is kidnapped and murdered by a super-criminal. <br />
Joseph and Amanda confront the murderer and kill him, but Joe doesn't survive the fight. Her world <br />
shattered, Amanda asks for a reassignment and throws herself into work.<br>2019 - Amanda rises <br />
through the DEO ranks quickly, and is now Operations Director for the South-East. She manages to <br />
obtain the support needed to reactivate Task Force X, the Suicide Squad, recruiting super-criminals <br />
to use them against the enemies of the US.<br />
|Personality=<br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Driven:'''</span><br />
<br>Duty and hate drive Waller forward nowadays. Duty to her country. Hatred to all super-humans<br />
that abuse their powers. Both criminals or vigilantes. She is a firm supporter of superhuman <br />
registration. For her the only good super-human is the one that works for the army or the police. <br />
All the others need to stay at home, or go to jail.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Guilt Complex:'''</span><br />
<br>Once upon a time Waller tried to be just a good wife and mother, and she blame herself for what<br />
happened to her oldest children and husband. She had the skills to do much more for her country, and <br />
if she had, perhaps they would still be alive.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Iron Will:'''</span><br />
<br>Born in the hellhole that was the worst, nastiest Cabrini-Green project of Chicago, Amanda<br />
Waller had to go through everything. Broken family? Check. Domestic violence? Check. Rampant racism? <br />
Check. Gang violence? Check. Lesser women would have broken. She kept going, harder and stronger <br />
with each trial she overcome. After the death of her husband and children, she rebuilt herself <br />
again. All iron will and ruthless drive.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Not Entirely Ruthless:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller isn't entirely heartless, she can bond with her agents and become a mentor for younger<br />
government officers. And she can even come to appreciate her criminal minions to some level. She is <br />
not a psychopath and it is hard not to empathize with some of them, as many were victims before <br />
being criminals. Sometimes she slips, and does something nice for free. But it is rare. Her self-<br />
control is remarkable and usually she manages to maintain a professional distance.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Workaholic:'''</span><br />
<br>The Suicide Squad is her pet project. Waller has her hands in many pies, but in Belle Reve, with<br />
her little army of monsters, she has a freedom to act she doesn't anywhere else. A workaholic, she <br />
has no hobbies, only thing that comes close to amusement is seeing how miscreants make up for their <br />
crimes (and get hurt or killed in the process) and doubly so when she has an excuse to blow up the <br />
head of some murderous bastard that attempts to escape the deal.<br />
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|Skills=<br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Combat:'''</span><br />
<br>There was a time Waller was one of the most dangerous women in the US. She was a crack shot with<br />
firearms. She had extensive judo and Krav Maga training, and she was in exceptional physical shape, <br />
making her much more dangerous that she seemed to be a barely over five feet tall. Well, she is in <br />
her fifties and overweight, and her sight is not as good as it was. But she is still has very good <br />
aim, and she practices shooting a couple times a week. And although she can't do fancy acrobatics, <br />
she still knows how to punch hard where it hurts. Underestimating her is a bad idea.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Pilot:'''</span><br />
<br>She had solid training for military transport planes and helicopters. It is a bit rusty, but<br />
Waller still practices flying the Squad's helicopter (an advanced transport/attack aircraft <br />
nicknamed 'Sheba').<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Politics (Phd):'''</span><br />
<br>Waller finally got her doctorate in the early 2000s. And after almost twenty years in the<br />
intelligence business, she is an expert in the inner workings of the American government. Waller has <br />
dossiers on hundreds of politicians and high-ranked bureaucrats with proof of their misdeeds, and <br />
keeps in her mind profiles of almost anyone that is important in the US government, as well as <br />
hundreds of super-powered people. Using all this information and her own remarkable investigation <br />
skills, she has even figured out the secret identities of a few super-heroes. Information she has <br />
not written anywhere.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Psychology&intimidation:'''</span><br />
<br>A bit of this she learned in the army, but mostly it is just she is damn good at this. Waller<br />
knows how to scare and intimidate and who will fall for her tricks. In fact, she won't recruit <br />
agents she thinks she can't keep on line. When she recruits a criminal for the Suicide Squad is <br />
because she has him or her under her full control, no matter if it looks she doesn't. She rarely <br />
makes mistakes or overreach. (But when she does, it is a massive disaster!).<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Strategy and Tactics:'''</span><br />
<br>Trained by the best, and backed by a genius intellect, Waller is usually three steps ahead of<br />
everyone. Four steps ahead of her criminal minions, which she keeps in very short leash indeed. She <br />
is brilliant as a field commander, but where she really shines is in operation planning. Both pure <br />
combat as well as infiltration, extraction and general espionage. A control freak, yet quite aware <br />
no one can control everything, Waller has plans within plans, backups and countermeasures. Her <br />
agents usually get in and out of the missions without much trouble, unless her goal is one or more <br />
of them don't get out. Which, sometimes, it is.<br />
|Resources=<br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Belle Reve:'''</span><br />
<br>This is the best super-max prison in the USA. It was good before Waller decided to make it her<br />
base of operations for Task Force X, and now it is technologically a few years ahead of any other <br />
prison in the US. It has adamantium-reinforced cells, power-neutralizers, psychic dampeners, and <br />
even magical protections. Also, it has far more guards, security and researchers than prisons twice <br />
its size. Waller rules Belle Reve with an iron fist and it is not beyond making traitorous or <br />
corrupt subordinates just vanish. There are big alligators in the nearby swamps of Louisiana, you <br />
see? (Or at least that's the reputation they give her. Many are simply re-assigned out to Alaska. <br />
Sometimes a fate worse than death). What's important is that it's given her a reputation of someone <br />
not to cross.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Contacts:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller has dirt on almost everyone that is dirty in the US government, and also in some<br />
businessmen and criminals that are otherwise untouchable by the law. Moreover, many honest <br />
politicians owe her favors or sincerely believe she is doing a great job in the DEO. Ultimately, she <br />
commands a lot of political influence. Almost anything she requests will be granted.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Deo Director:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller is the director for the south-east. As such, responds directly to the DEO director and<br />
the President only (or the vice-president under some circumstances). Technically there are a couple <br />
more directors with more seniority that could veto /some/ operations, and technically the Chief of <br />
Staff of the Army needs to be notified for other operations. But actually no one wants to confront <br />
Waller without a superlative reason, she is too well-connected and she knows too much.<br>So, Waller <br />
pretty much has free reign to do what she does. She has considerable technological and military <br />
resources at her disposal. She works with a 'black' budget of hundreds of millions only the DEO <br />
Director will ever oversee.<br>And thanks to Task Force X, she also has a team of super-humans at <br />
her service.<br />
|Weaknesses=<br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Children:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller has several surviving children and she loves them dearly. But she keeps them away to<br />
protect them, and they feel she abandoned them. So, pretty much they hate her. And should some enemy <br />
get hold of them, they will have about the only thing in the world that could possibly make her back <br />
down from a challenge.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Criminal:'''</span><br />
<br>The things Waller has done, if revealed, are enough to jail her for 20+ years. It would be<br />
difficult to bring her to justice, but with enough proof and the help of a few brave judges, she <br />
will end up in jail.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Getting Old:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller is 50 years old, 5' 1" and about 170 lbs (quite overweight). Physically, she is well past<br />
her prime. As such, some of her more physical skills are vanishing as she lacks the speed, strength <br />
and agility of her youth.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Hated:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller has some allies and many minions. But very, very few friends. In fact, most people hate<br />
her because she is so aggressive, blunt and ruthless in her dealings. The fact she usually deals <br />
with scumbags is only part of the problem. Fact is, she is very abrasive and has very little <br />
patience. It is likely someone will snap regardless of the consequences, and try to hurt, kill or <br />
sabotage her soon. In fact, it has happened a couple times already, but so far she has managed to <br />
control the damage.<br>Unfortunately, this is not a problem she is psychologically equipped to <br />
solve.<br />
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{{#set:<br />
Hero name = The Wall<br />
| Actor name = Octavia Spencer<br />
| Theme = DC<br />
| Character Type = TPC<br />
}}<br />
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[[Category:Suicide Squad]]</div>
Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Amanda_Waller&diff=25238
Amanda Waller
2024-02-02T12:11:21Z
<p>Hobb: </p>
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<div>{{CharacterPage<br />
|NameOnMUSH=Amanda Waller<br />
|banner name=The Wall<br />
|Char_id=296<br />
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/vv22z5l<br />
|FullName=<Redacted><br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=The Wall<br />
|Species=Human<br />
|Theme=DC<br />
|Chartype=TPC<br />
|Occupation=DEO Director<br />
|Citizenship=United States of 'Merica<br />
|Residence=Washington, D.C.<br />
|Education=Graduate in Political Science<br />
|Groups=[[Suicide Squad]]<br />
|Quote="You're wrong. Let me show you."<br />
|PAge=54<br />
|AAge=54<br />
|DOB=8 May 1969<br />
|Height=5'1"<br />
|Weight=170lbs<br />
|Hair=Brown<br />
|Eyes=Brown<br />
|Actor=Octavia Spencer<br />
|Song='Brick in the Wall' - Pink Floyd<br />
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Very little is known about the head of Project X aside from a name shrouded in a lot of red-tape.<br />
''The Wall'' as they've come to refer to her, is a clandestine woman who has the ear of several <br />
powerful senators and is known for getting otherwise thought impossible tasks, done. For the good of <br />
national safety and security. <br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>1969 - Born Amanda Blake to a poor couple living in the Cabrini-Green project of Chicago. Raised<br />
in one of the worst neighbourhoods of the US. She suffered domestic violence, lost a sibling to gang <br />
violence and another to drugs.<br>1987 - Enlisted in the US Army to be able to go to <br />
college.<br>1991 - Graduated Summa Cum Laude in Political science. Already someone that fought tooth <br />
and nail for what she thought she deserved she bullied her way through the regulations of the time <br />
to attend officer school. Receive special forces training. Marries Joseph Waller.<br>1993 - Joins <br />
Team 7<br>1994 - Waller is not exposed to mutagens as it has been determined she doesn't posses the <br />
meta-gen, as was initially suspected. But she stays in the team, having become an invaluable <br />
operative. Waller learns tactics and combat skills from the likes of Slade Wilson and John Lynch, <br />
and black ops operations and espionage skills from Miles Craven and Henry Bendix.<br>1996 - Birth of <br />
her eldest daughter, Damita. Four more will follow during the next ten years. Joseph Jr., Coretta, <br />
Jessie and Martin.<br>2001 - Team 7 implodes. But Waller has seen it coming and covered all her <br />
bases. She had the facts documented, she had the right people in her pocket, and she blackmailed, <br />
backstabbed and negotiated her way into a cushy bureaucratic position in the DEO.<br>2002 - 2006 - <br />
Waller devotes most of her time to her family, a minor player in the DEO operations.<br>2007 - In a <br />
few weeks Joe Jr. is killed in a mugging. Then Damita is kidnapped and murdered by a super-criminal. <br />
Joseph and Amanda confront the murderer and kill him, but Joe doesn't survive the fight. Her world <br />
shattered, Amanda asks for a reassignment and throws herself into work.<br>2019 - Amanda rises <br />
through the DEO ranks quickly, and is now Operations Director for the South-East. She manages to <br />
obtain the support needed to reactivate Task Force X, the Suicide Squad, recruiting super-criminals <br />
to use them against the enemies of the US.<br />
|Personality=<br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Driven:'''</span><br />
<br>Duty and hate drive Waller forward nowadays. Duty to her country. Hatred to all super-humans<br />
that abuse their powers. Both criminals or vigilantes. She is a firm supporter of superhuman <br />
registration. For her the only good super-human is the one that works for the army or the police. <br />
All the others need to stay at home, or go to jail.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Guilt Complex:'''</span><br />
<br>Once upon a time Waller tried to be just a good wife and mother, and she blame herself for what<br />
happened to her oldest children and husband. She had the skills to do much more for her country, and <br />
if she had, perhaps they would still be alive.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Iron Will:'''</span><br />
<br>Born in the hellhole that was the worst, nastiest Cabrini-Green project of Chicago, Amanda<br />
Waller had to go through everything. Broken family? Check. Domestic violence? Check. Rampant racism? <br />
Check. Gang violence? Check. Lesser women would have broken. She kept going, harder and stronger <br />
with each trial she overcome. After the death of her husband and children, she rebuilt herself <br />
again. All iron will and ruthless drive.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Not Entirely Ruthless:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller isn't entirely heartless, she can bond with her agents and become a mentor for younger<br />
government officers. And she can even come to appreciate her criminal minions to some level. She is <br />
not a psychopath and it is hard not to empathize with some of them, as many were victims before <br />
being criminals. Sometimes she slips, and does something nice for free. But it is rare. Her self-<br />
control is remarkable and usually she manages to maintain a professional distance.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Workaholic:'''</span><br />
<br>The Suicide Squad is her pet project. Waller has her hands in many pies, but in Belle Reve, with<br />
her little army of monsters, she has a freedom to act she doesn't anywhere else. A workaholic, she <br />
has no hobbies, only thing that comes close to amusement is seeing how miscreants make up for their <br />
crimes (and get hurt or killed in the process) and doubly so when she has an excuse to blow up the <br />
head of some murderous bastard that attempts to escape the deal.<br />
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<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Combat:'''</span><br />
<br>There was a time Waller was one of the most dangerous women in the US. She was a crack shot with<br />
firearms. She had extensive judo and Krav Maga training, and she was in exceptional physical shape, <br />
making her much more dangerous that she seemed to be a barely over five feet tall. Well, she is in <br />
her fifties and overweight, and her sight is not as good as it was. But she is still has very good <br />
aim, and she practices shooting a couple times a week. And although she can't do fancy acrobatics, <br />
she still knows how to punch hard where it hurts. Underestimating her is a bad idea.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Pilot:'''</span><br />
<br>She had solid training for military transport planes and helicopters. It is a bit rusty, but<br />
Waller still practices flying the Squad's helicopter (an advanced transport/attack aircraft <br />
nicknamed 'Sheba').<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Politics (Phd):'''</span><br />
<br>Waller finally got her doctorate in the early 2000s. And after almost twenty years in the<br />
intelligence business, she is an expert in the inner workings of the American government. Waller has <br />
dossiers on hundreds of politicians and high-ranked bureaucrats with proof of their misdeeds, and <br />
keeps in her mind profiles of almost anyone that is important in the US government, as well as <br />
hundreds of super-powered people. Using all this information and her own remarkable investigation <br />
skills, she has even figured out the secret identities of a few super-heroes. Information she has <br />
not written anywhere.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Psychology&intimidation:'''</span><br />
<br>A bit of this she learned in the army, but mostly it is just she is damn good at this. Waller<br />
knows how to scare and intimidate and who will fall for her tricks. In fact, she won't recruit <br />
agents she thinks she can't keep on line. When she recruits a criminal for the Suicide Squad is <br />
because she has him or her under her full control, no matter if it looks she doesn't. She rarely <br />
makes mistakes or overreach. (But when she does, it is a massive disaster!).<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Strategy and Tactics:'''</span><br />
<br>Trained by the best, and backed by a genius intellect, Waller is usually three steps ahead of<br />
everyone. Four steps ahead of her criminal minions, which she keeps in very short leash indeed. She <br />
is brilliant as a field commander, but where she really shines is in operation planning. Both pure <br />
combat as well as infiltration, extraction and general espionage. A control freak, yet quite aware <br />
no one can control everything, Waller has plans within plans, backups and countermeasures. Her <br />
agents usually get in and out of the missions without much trouble, unless her goal is one or more <br />
of them don't get out. Which, sometimes, it is.<br />
|Resources=<br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Belle Reve:'''</span><br />
<br>This is the best super-max prison in the USA. It was good before Waller decided to make it her<br />
base of operations for Task Force X, and now it is technologically a few years ahead of any other <br />
prison in the US. It has adamantium-reinforced cells, power-neutralizers, psychic dampeners, and <br />
even magical protections. Also, it has far more guards, security and researchers than prisons twice <br />
its size. Waller rules Belle Reve with an iron fist and it is not beyond making traitorous or <br />
corrupt subordinates just vanish. There are big alligators in the nearby swamps of Louisiana, you <br />
see? (Or at least that's the reputation they give her. Many are simply re-assigned out to Alaska. <br />
Sometimes a fate worse than death). What's important is that it's given her a reputation of someone <br />
not to cross.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Contacts:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller has dirt on almost everyone that is dirty in the US government, and also in some<br />
businessmen and criminals that are otherwise untouchable by the law. Moreover, many honest <br />
politicians owe her favors or sincerely believe she is doing a great job in the DEO. Ultimately, she <br />
commands a lot of political influence. Almost anything she requests will be granted.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Deo Director:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller is the director for the south-east. As such, responds directly to the DEO director and<br />
the President only (or the vice-president under some circumstances). Technically there are a couple <br />
more directors with more seniority that could veto /some/ operations, and technically the Chief of <br />
Staff of the Army needs to be notified for other operations. But actually no one wants to confront <br />
Waller without a superlative reason, she is too well-connected and she knows too much.<br>So, Waller <br />
pretty much has free reign to do what she does. She has considerable technological and military <br />
resources at her disposal. She works with a 'black' budget of hundreds of millions only the DEO <br />
Director will ever oversee.<br>And thanks to Task Force X, she also has a team of super-humans at <br />
her service.<br />
|Weaknesses=<br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Children:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller has several surviving children and she loves them dearly. But she keeps them away to<br />
protect them, and they feel she abandoned them. So, pretty much they hate her. And should some enemy <br />
get hold of them, they will have about the only thing in the world that could possibly make her back <br />
down from a challenge.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Criminal:'''</span><br />
<br>The things Waller has done, if revealed, are enough to jail her for 20+ years. It would be<br />
difficult to bring her to justice, but with enough proof and the help of a few brave judges, she <br />
will end up in jail.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Getting Old:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller is 50 years old, 5' 1" and about 170 lbs (quite overweight). Physically, she is well past<br />
her prime. As such, some of her more physical skills are vanishing as she lacks the speed, strength <br />
and agility of her youth.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Hated:'''</span><br />
<br>Waller has some allies and many minions. But very, very few friends. In fact, most people hate<br />
her because she is so aggressive, blunt and ruthless in her dealings. The fact she usually deals <br />
with scumbags is only part of the problem. Fact is, she is very abrasive and has very little <br />
patience. It is likely someone will snap regardless of the consequences, and try to hurt, kill or <br />
sabotage her soon. In fact, it has happened a couple times already, but so far she has managed to <br />
control the damage.<br>Unfortunately, this is not a problem she is psychologically equipped to <br />
solve.<br />
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Hero name = The Wall<br />
| Actor name = Octavia Spencer<br />
| Theme = DC<br />
| Character Type = TPC<br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16910/Training_Roller_Day&diff=25025
16910/Training Roller Day
2024-01-13T17:15:00Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a beautiful Saturday morning! Winter cold because that's New York for ya. It's a great time to just be under the covers and sleep the night away. Or at least it would be if it wasn't for.....<br><br>ROLLER DERBY TRAINING DAY!<br><br>And however did Harley convince April to wake up at 8am to go train at the roller derby rink? It probably involved drinks. But what's true is that they are here now, Harley out in the rink dressed in her COACH get-up which actually also involves a fedora, foot tapping on the floor.<br><br>"APRIL, how much longah you gonna take changin' into the rollah derby getup?! I ain't got all day ovah heah!" she says in her very typical Gotham slash Brooklyn accent.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>Wait...ACTUALLY roller derbying? That was a joke. Last night. Sitting with drinks and Netflix, and some easy banter with her roommate. Not...actually..what.<br><br>But, she's here now. 8am. In an outfit that is probably way too close to underwear for her to be comfortable, on skates that she can barely stand on, wobbling out onto the rink, "I'm here!" she says, weakly, before she starts to tighten up her helmet.<br><br>She's...well it's clear Harley picked the team uniforms. Spandex shorts, tight striped black and blue uniform top. Black helmet with white numbers on them. It's practice so at least she's not also in the fishnets that Harley said were totally part of the uniform.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Damn right it's way too close to underwear. BUT, there's shorty shorts, and tight t-shirts. And even some shoulder pads. Because protection is important when you are barging into other girls at high speed and aiming to throw them off the rink. Maybe they should put this in the deadly sports category.<br><br>"Ahah! Good." Harley bobs her head at April stepping out, "I mean, I wasn't suwah about bringin' you back into the team after you missed the LAST game. You were supposed to be our Ace, April!" the coach complains.<br><br>"Even Ivy showed up.." Then she grinning widely, "And we won!" she gestures for April to get up on the rink. "Now start skatin', let's see if your form is keeping up."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>'Form' is a very loose term for what April attempts. She's BEEN on skates before. She's athletic. But...there's some re-adjustment going on here as April tries to recapture whatever 'form' it was she was once in. She makes a lap without falling! That's good! But...speed is not her specialty. She's slow. And only really pushes off with her left foot. Because she can balance better with her right, you see.<br><br>"Yes coach," she says, not miserably, but...well...she's not exactly happy to be out here. "You sure you still need me? I think I'm a much better cheerleader..." she offers with some trepidation. Best not to anger the coach after all. Especially when she owns hyenas!<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"We already got cheerleaders! Bud and Lou look great in their little outfits." Harley confirms back at April as she continues to watch April roll around the rink at ..., not a great speed. "Don't make me get in the rink, O'Neil!" she calls out. And what's with calling her by her last name?<br><br>Most likely some weird coach thing.<br><br>"You need to use both feet to push out. Come ovah heah!" she blowing on a whistle (where did it come from?!) for the other woman to come over to the coach section.<br><br>And Harley is just finishing getting into her own roller blades too.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah but I think I coul....oh...ok." April says as Harley explains the team's cheering section to her. Again. She's clearly tried this tactic before. The whistle blowing gets a LITTLE more speed out of April. She IS trying to make Harley happy, just..she's really not talented in this particular arena. She pushes off with both feet now, and for the most part gets almost to the coaching area before there goes her balance. One skate doesn't stay under her like it should, and in a moment legs are spread too far, she's all out of whack, and *BAM* she falls to the floor. Fortunately she had knee pads on so as not to skin up her knees, but that looked painful coach!<br><br>"Am I getting better, coach?" April asks from the floor, where she's just laying there, looking up at the ceiling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>There's no escaping the clutches of playing for the Brooklyn Derby Queens apparently! Harley the coach is tenacious when she believes in a player.<br><br>Even if said player ends up just skidding across the floor on that last meter or two just as she's arriving by the coach area. Harley gets up then, peering at the fallen reporter.<br><br>"Damn, you are probably the worst player I ever saw." No mincing words this coach! "But we gonna turn you into the best. Now get up.." she rolling over easily to April extending her hand.<br><br>"Time to get that rear into shape." It said with the kind of manic look on her expression that's telling they won't be done until April is rolling perfectly on the rink. What did April just get herself into?!<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April O'Neil growls something just below the level of hearing for any of those reading the log, before she gets pulled up by Harley. Again, it's not that she's unwilling, she's just...raw. "I think my rear is in a very nice shape though," April protests to that last bit. But...here we are. She gets to her feet, and then leans a little against Harley as she regains her balance, "And I'm not any worse than...that other...who was that you kicked off the team to put me on it?"<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16866/Zoot_Suit_Riot&diff=24971
16866/Zoot Suit Riot
2024-01-10T15:29:07Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The last thud of an impact was heard, accompanied abruptly after by a whack of impact into a brick wall ending with the rasp of a body sliiiiding slowly down its side. Manny Gutierrez wouldn't remember that sound as consciousness fled him so very quickly, the next thing he'd hear would be the questions asked him by the doctor in the recovery ward. But for now blessed sleep embraced him.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which meant he was just joining his brothers in arms in the Mehina Cartel who were scattered around him in the old greenhouse that had at one time housed sunflowers, though this night... it housed a preponderance of conventional explosives. As well as two vigilantes.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, a vigilante and a SHIELD agent. Though perhaps she might be mildly exceeding her social mandate in the events of the evening.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We're clear." Daredevil's voice is sharp, stern as he turns his head letting his partner know that that was the last of them. He steps away, heavy boots eerily silent as he moves. None of the other gang members were awake, their heartbeats slow and steady. He started to kneel over one and went through the man's pockets, checking and gathering their phones for Quake to later work her magic on and gather what intel she can from.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Shield Agent turned Vigilante! Matt was clearly a baaad influence on Daisy because she had decided to start going out on some of those night forays he did, even going as far as they getting Daisy a suit to keep her identity a secret. The dark red of Matt's suit contrasted with the dark blue of her own, skin tight, armored here and there with her face partially disguised. It would do, as long as she didn't start using her telltale powers -too- much.<br><br>And in this case she didn't have to. The Mehina Cartel were no slouches, mind you, but Daisy was no rookie just getting into SHIELD anymore. She had honed her skills with the best the agency had to provide, like Bobbi or May. And fighting alongside Daredevil? They were nigh unstoppable.<br><br>As such had been proven with the beating provided to the Cartel members.<br><br>Quake looks around as a silence comes to the room. That eerie silence after an intense battle. Breath still hard on her throat. A burning sensation on her side where one of the Cartel members had hit her with a bat.<br><br>"We need to figure out where they got their explosives." She says, the thrum of battle still felt in her voice.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As if in perfectly timed answer there's a clatter of four cellphones being set upon one of the old prep tables that some elderly gardener had likely used to see to her hobby plants. But right now it'd serve to be a place where Daisy can take a look inside those myriad of phones. Though all of them were, of course, black. And all of them were, of course, from Google. So it shouldn't be a challenge for her at all.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A moment passed as Daredevil knelt by one man, looked over is shoulder at her, "This one's got an arrhythmic heartbeat. Gonna leave a note for the paramedics." Since that's what a good samaritan would do, of course. After beating a man senseless.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He gets to his feet then and moves toward her, resting a hand against her side very faintly, using that slight shift in her breathing to extend his senses a little more in the way of her injury. His head tilts slightly to the side, 'gaze' seemingly focused past her somewhere. Then that crimson mask turns more in her direction. "How's the side?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He asks her, though likely on some level he already knows the extent of the injury.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Even the devil has a heart. Sometimes. There's a nod out of Daisy when Matt speaks of alerting the paramedics to the condition of a man they just beat up. Beat them up but do not kill them. It was a thin line, but one they did not cross in Hell's Kitchen. Even Daisy knew that by now.<br><br>No matter that her work in SHIELD sometimes required eliminating targets.<br><br>"I will live." Which by the timbre is mostly her dismissing the gravity of it. By her breathing it does not seem as if her ribs got broken, but she might be sore for a day or two. Blessed Inhuman genes. Still, his proximity is welcome, gloved hand running over his briefly before she exhales, some of that tension of the battle leaving her. He can most likely feel her eyes on him, watching. Perhaps for any sign of injury.<br><br>"It's unfair that I can't even hide a small hit from you." she complains in a soft whisper. Even if it's clear she's teasing him.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mm," Is at first the only answer she gets, though it sets him moving again. For now he starts about the steady task of pulling the fuses from each explosive and dismantling them, twisting open the small plastic casings and pulling out the circuitry, tiny board after board then dropping them down on the ground and crunching them under the heel of his boot. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once that's done he turns his head and then answers her in a slightly louder tone, "Easiest solution to that is don't get hit." Then he's moving as he heads to the side opening the door out of that greenhouse, several shards of glass falling out of the frame since they had broken it with their abrupt entry and arrival onto the scene.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Take your work with you, NYPD is early, we gotta move." The quick no-nonsense tone of the man is so different than when he's out of the uniform. When he's in the court room or at home, so easy going. But out here in the world? She knows it's nothing to do with how he feels about her. It's just how he has to work.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Don't make me remind you who gets to nurse all your wounds." If Matt is going to hassle Daisy then she's going to hassle him right back. With sass! That raised brow can even be -felt- in her voice as she retorts to him. Not that she doesn't understand where he's coming from, and the worry he has out here in the streets. A mistake can be deadly. To themselves and others. Regardless of her sassing doesn't mean she doesn't focus on getting some work done by way of working on one of those little black phones. Google ones. So cute. Thugs think they are so smart with these when she can hack them in just a few minutes.<br><br>Head perks up about the NYPD arriving soon, lips twisting to the side, "They are never early." she notes. Clearly something is afoot here but right now it's not time to look for those answers. That will come later. She quickly sweeps the phones away, tucked inside a small backpack that she swings over her shoulders.<br><br>"Ready to go." she steps towards that broken glass door, glancing out. It was time to make themselves scarce.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was the first time that night he cracked a smile. Well, more of a smirk, since that was likely all she'd catch in that turn of his head as he stepped through the door, waited a beat, then held it for her before they started to move quickly to the edge of the building. She saw him make that same stride she'd seen him make before, that preface to the picking up of pace as he breaks into that run for the rush and leap over the side of the building, stepping past the edge and into the abyss between buildings along the street. There's a /whisk/ of compressed air being fired as the grapple line leaps and circles around a nearby flag pole jutting out the side of a building. It takes his weight and aids his swing...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even as they hurtle across the distance. He trusts she'll follow, and she's proven able to keep up with him. The conversation on hold as the next few moments involve them focusing on the shift and flow of bodies in motion. Then there's the rasp of footfalls upon another rooftop as they land, still moving but now at an easier pace with them clear of the danger area.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Going to hold here, have a listen." His head turns slightly, "How are the new duds?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Follow him she does, all the way through that side of the building, running after him to that more secluded side. Out of sight of any curious onlookers.<br><br>And then that telltale thrum of vibration is felt. The one that announces that Daisy is about to use her powers. Invisible to many but to Matt those vibrations are quite visible to the senses, specially due to how familiar they feel. Quake pauses, focusing, lowering herself a touch and her hands open to her sides, pointing to the ground.<br><br>And then she /jumps/ up into the air, flying up and over, propelled by those vibrations until she drops on the rooftop right next to Matt. She exhales after and slides to the edge of the rooftop.<br><br>"Michael did a great job." she says of the suit, "As he always does. A little tight on the hip still, but that's workable." a beat, "And don't you dare blaming it on Christmas." though he could blame it on Christmas! Always a time of a bit of excess.<br><br>A phone comes out and she works on it while they wait for the police to arrive.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sees him move to the side of the building, easing down into a crouch with his head turned just so. She's seen him like this so often before, those moments when he holds himself almost preternaturally still. Those moments when he extends of himself... goes beyond himself. Listening. But when she speaks and when she finishes his lip twists slightly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she'll hear him murmur, "Good then. Although." His voice lingers over that last syllable. Then he turns his head slightly more in her direction while she works on the phones.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Could use a little more red." Which for some reason amuses him.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then he's getting to his feet.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Detectives already en route, sounds like they're looking for something in particular beyond the explosives. Did you find anything?" He asks that question, though knows that if she had... she would have said as much.<br> <br><br />
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|Location=The Ivory Coast<br />
|Synopsis=There are pirates that need a thumpin!<br />
|Cast of Characters=173,276,319,147,2149,179<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wash of the Bifrost crashes into the ground with its heavy weight of power, surging over the sand and dust of the small settlement on the edge of a pale blue beach. The palm trees had been swaying gently at first, standing amongst the small simple buildings of this dwelling a few miles outside of Sassandra. But then the power of Asgard flowed down from the heavens setting the palm fronds abruptly fluttering and casting an abrupt cloud of sand and dirt into the air.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Several fishing boats lay at rest upon the beach, their owners looking up as the rainbow blaze of energy alights near to one of their bait shacks, a small sign on it clatters wiith the rush of power and wind that causes the little building to shake.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when the energy departs it leaves in its place the runic symbol of the might of Asgard blazed into the ground, as well as its passengers...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of which being the crown prince who does make something of a dashing figure against that particular landscape. Wearing the Garb of Midgard he could pass for a tourist what with his sneakers and blue jeans, and a t-shirt that declares his support for the SHIELD Athletic Department. The only things that might mark him for curiousity beyond the norm would be that black strapless eyepatch and the battle-axe slung upon his back with a leather strap across a shoulder.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Alright," Thor says as he turns, "Now we have no idea exactly what we are looking for." He claps his hands together as he turns to face the others. "Trespassers of some sort in this part of the ocean. And SHIELD sent us their missive telling us of the strange goings on in this area. Now..." He looks to the others.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile behind him, as the dust and dirt settle, the small cloud drifting down, the others might well notice behind Thor a certain silhouette of prominence lying at rest on the edge of the beach. A large shape, dark in figure and curved with a myriad of spines.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So I imagine we should all play to our strengths." He looks very stern, very serious. A motion is made toward the Valkyr, "Vintridr, you are most familiar with some aspects of humanity, perhaps you can meet with some of the locals. Learn if anything strange has been happening."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then steadily as he turns Sif and Wanda, the cloud continues to settle and distantly along the beach one can now make out the shape of what looks like a Svartalfar cruiser at anchor, its shape dour and wicked. Though it also looks like a small settlement has risen up around it. Flags and banners connect it to the beach, small buildings are around it, "Lady Sif, Scarlet Witch, you are with me."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Illyana and Doctor, any magical support or scrying you can do to help us find our target... will be welcome." He looks to the two elritch experts and nods once sharply.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As they arrive, Sif is already glancing around. But much like her compatriot, she dressed down for this visit. Sort of. For she did have her armor on. Only she had a jacket over it in the form of a lightweight tan trenchcoat, tied at the waist. This left her legs visible from the knee down but those were covered with red and white boots. Her helmet was in place but that just could be taken as a fancy headpiece by most people. And her sword was hidden somewhere in the recesses of the coat. Nevermind that this temperature probably wasn't really trenchcoat sort of weather. Details, details. <br><br>As the commands began to be given, she watched as a shape started to form in the swirling sand. Then it became more clear, even as the instructions were completed. She took a moment, glanced to the others then back to the Prince. <br><br>"I believe I may have a...lead?" She looked to the Midgardians to be sure she was using that word correctly. "On where our Svartalfar suspects might be located." Said in a nonchalant manner as she brought up a hand and pointed toward the moored ship and the small community around it. <br><br>"But it's just a theory," she added with a hint of amusement.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:319|Illyana Rasputina (319)}} has posed:'''<br>A gorgeous white-sand beach in winter sounds much better than a dreary grey sidewalk. She has fresh air stained by salt and sun beating down on fair skin not meant for such sunny climes. Illyana stretches out her arms shamelessly, face upturned to the sky as the rainbows fade around them in scintillating prisms. The Bifrost hisses in her eardrums along with the surf, and for a long moment, she just absorbs how *nice* Côté d'Ivoire is this time of year. <br><br> Sorry, local fishermen. Later she might apologise for the intrusion (or not). It depends if Stephen nudges her. The slow, satisfied blink turns into a smirk. She definitely looks like a tourist, but one not welded to her phone. The job requires them to be observant.<br><br>When her eyes open, she's attuned properly to mystical wavelengths. Dark magic in particular is something sought out, but she offers an upnod to the assembled. Thor's instructions earn a reply, even. "Yes, understood. We mark the target and wait to engage?" Look, she's a person taught by Scott Summers -- the plan needs about 18 other sub-plans, so facts count. The roll of her shoulder at the false headlands Sif indicate - ship or community or fake island, whatever it is - reinforced by a low, dry snicker. "Good theories."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>A trip across the Bifrost is always a thing to appreciated and Wanda makes sure to do just that. Asgardian magic. The redhead takes in a breath at the majesty of it right as they step out are find themselves on another corner of the world. The Ivory Coast. Should she had brought her long dark red coat? Perhaps not. But she compensates it by way of a corset that leaves shoulders bare, down to a pair of leather pants and boots. A good recipe for disaster if they spend too long here. Around her neck and fingers there's a few necklaces and rings. Roma for those in the know, the Witch rarely leaving home without a piece of home with herself. Or in this case, her old home.<br><br>Wanda's green gaze is attentive the moment they step out, piercing the surroundings as if looking for traces of residual magic. Svartalfar. But it's not as if she needs to wait long when that ship starts rising in the horizon.<br><br>She opens her mouth as if to say something, finger rising as well. Lowers it. Nods Sif's way.<br><br>Yep, that's a big lead.<br><br>"Seems fate has led us to the right place." the woman's exotic tone coming to the fore, "I trust Lady Sif's instincts." yes, she says that without laughing or even looking amused. Just the faintest hints as the corner of her mouth rises just so.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vintridr nods at Thor. "Familiar enough to remember that Midgard is not a singular place or nation," she replies, then smiles at Lady Sif. "It's been a while since we played foreign tourist, but I'll see what I can do." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that, she sets off - if she's going to come across as a tourist the first thing she needs to do is not be associated directly with the group that just appeared out of a giant rainbow. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An overpriced clothing store isn't hard to find -- tourism is still one of the bigger income sources for the area -- and a few minutes later the Asgardian woman is scouring the streets for charming sights and fancy souvenirs, chattering away in distinctly American-flavored English while she listens very carefully to what's being said out of her earshot in languages the locals might not think she speaks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>Normally, 'casual' for Stephen would be the whole Sorcerer Supreme ensemble, just minus the cloak. But, he is present with Illyana, and if there is one thing Illy's presence has on Strange, it is certainly a loosening effect. So, instead of the usual grandeur, Stephen is actually in normal human dress, rather than normal Stephen attire. Which, yes, does involve shorts. Tasteful shorts...no wild Bermunda prints here. And a short-sleeved shirt. Though, in the sand, there might be a pair of Crocs on. Mostly because of how easy it is to free them of sand.<br><br>And maybe just to antagonize his better half. Crocs are never proper shoewear. Which is why Stephen is wearing them.<br><br>"Right. So...look casual, I suppose? And don't look like we are looking for anything. Sounds completely reasonable to me." A glance over towards the blonde on his arm, and a slight smile. "Already on the job, I see." How does Stephen know? Of course he knows.<br><br>Still, he remains with Illyana. And...all senses are on alert. Including the mystical ones.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Sif speaks, Thor nods and lifts his chin a little, even as behind him the grim visage of the cruiser at rest remains resplendent like a grim gigantic metal crow. He points at her then turns to Wanda and says, "We do not know for certain that it is the Svartalfar or some aspect connected to them. SHIELD gave us relatively little information. However..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then as the others seem to be looking past him... he turns and only then does his good eye find what he had apparently missed earlier. His brows rise and then he straightens up a little. One hand lifts to rub along the curve of his jaw, beard bristling slightly. "That..." He says at first, then adds after a beat, "Was not in the satellite images."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is true, for those who had a moment to glance at the information pamphlet sent by SHIELD, the photos of the coastline were all of little remark. None of the analysts would have missed this. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Vintridr makes her departure Thor nods a few times, "Aye," He again takes a moment. Then he looks toward Strange and Illyana. "Perhaps they have some form of enchantment. May be best to break it, but wait until we have decided what to do." He rests his hands on his hips, then unslings Stormbreaker from his back and sets it swinging in a slow circle. "We reconvene here in an hour's time. If you require aid make it known." He calls just loud enough for Vintridr to hear it before she's entirely out of earshot. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that said he suddenly swings the hammer and _hurls_ it straight up into the air where it shortly disappears after a moment of flickering metal. He then turns his smile upon the others... and that is when they set out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Then perhaps we should follow Vintridr's lead and move into town to see what we might learn. I fear if we approach the ship itself, if there are Dark Elves about, we would be recognized," Sif says simply, looking over at Thor then to Wanda. "Despite the mode of dress we have chosen." <br><br>She motioned and then started in the direction of the town so they might peruse, ask some questions, pretend to be tourists. Or whatever one did. She realized that she had never been one for such deeds and looked to Wanda. <br><br>"Perhaps you should take the lead as you are Midgardian at least. We can help with translations though you are a witch so perhaps that is unnecessary?" Not said like witch was bad in any way. She knew plenty of them. Some were nice, some not so much. She judged by actions and the one time she had met Wanda in the past she seemed the Glenda sort and less Elphaba.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vin's - likewise overpriced - handbag gradually fills with trinkets and souvenirs as she drifts from one tourist trap to the other, pausing occasionally to try out a somewhat disturbing number of shawls, scarves, sunglasses or hats, or taking selfies near landmarks or fountains and waving at the intended recipient.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It does not take long for Sif and Thor's smartphones to start buzzing insistently with one message after another -- each message featuring a picture of Vin smiling and waving at the camera, frozen at the exact moment that her hand just happened to shape a unit of Asgardian Battlesign.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="bold_fg_c bg_n ++ hc">HOSTILE - CONTROLLED - TERRITORY - ASSUME - SURVEILLANCE - NO - SECURE</span><br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:319|Illyana Rasputina (319)}} has posed:'''<br>Meandering through the Ivorian settlement probably would make Illyana stick out harder than she already does, but at least she has Strange incognito with her. The situation calls for some props, a situation handled while trekking down to the surf line where the Atlantic rolls around her ankles and flirts with seaweed or junk washed up from the sea. An opportunity to scour the plastic or occasional glass bits, too; she takes a few minutes of beachcombing to check for anything that doesn't immediately strike her as reasonable to find there. If they have to worry about foreign or alien beings, then the trash or discards that the tides bring in could prove useful for scientists to verify. Or whatever SHIELD does. Dammit, Jim, she's a Demon Queen, not a forensic analyst. <br><br> Still, whilst down there picking through non-existent shells and harassing some poor crab that raises a claw and runs back for shelter, the cover of her low posture probably makes the pinprick incision into reality hardly noticeable. Her tiny stepping disk opens to Limbo, and the receptive denizen on the other side hears her loud and clear. What risk is worth taking? <br><br>A few minutes on, she and Stephen inexplicably have beach towels, an inflatable pool noodle, sunscreen, two water bottles, and a tote. These show signs of winter storage, largely that they're all neatly rolled up and stuck together, shoved through by a pair of orange hands. Once she's in possession of "going for a beach holiday" props, she swivels to continue her assessment. <br><br>"I feel like a swim. Do you want to stay or check out the town?" she asks, her Russian accent high and sharp, almost blithe. See, it is deep cover for the sorceress. Mind, she's not wearing a swimsuit by any stretch of the imagination, but none of that matters when you can alter your clothes with magic.<br><br>Keeping tabs on a very powerful magic item and a witch are easy enough for her at distance, at least to gauge how lucky Thor, Sif, and Wanda are. "Or you can spot," she adds to Stephen, "if you have a boat. No need to get yourself all wet." Them's fighting words, possibly!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>Stephen's rather casual look gets a brief glance out of Wanda. A raise of a brow. Then a knowing smile given Illyana's way, "Did you choose the crocs?" she wonders in a jesting manner before more properly greeting the sorcerer, "Welcome, Sorcerer Supreme." a brief dip of her head given to Stephen. Mages do like having their egos stroked after all.<br><br>That Thor chooses to do some preliminary study of what's going on instead of a full-on charge at the ship gets an appreciative sounds out of the Witch's throat, inclining her head in agreement, "We do stand out somewhat.", a beat, "But maybe being known will come in handy this time. Even in the Ivory Coast some may have heard of the Avengers." they start walking down the beach and over to town, "I know a bit of French." she says to Sif as they speak of how they will talk with the locals. "Been a while though." which might mean they may need to tag-team for it.<br><br>As they approach and explore some of the town's surroundings there's a deep frown out of the Scarlet Witch, "The fear in this place is entrenched." she tells them. "And it is not recent. The Svartalfar have been here for a while now." her eyes blazing red as she manipulates unseen forces, reading the overall disposition of the area.<br><br>"We must move carefully."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>Look for enchantments. Okay....that's easy enough. And to walk along with Illyana? Well, no complaints from Strange as he strolls side-by-side. There might be a chuckle at the thought of Stephen effectively playing the roll of sorcerer spy. SHIELD HQ would be proud, if Stephen actually bothered to tell them.<br><br>"Do you see what I see, my dear?" Stephen leans in towards Illyana as the two walk along. Looking for all the world like a couple on vacation would. And...after Illyana summons the beach items, it is apparent, at least to Stephen, that yes, indeed, Illyana sees exactly what Strange is seeing.<br><br>"Or I can spot? What, you think I am afraid of a little water?" Oh, yes. Stephen knows a tease when he hears one. "I simply cannot, in good conscience, allow you to have all the fun." A pause. "Of course, I could certainly wander into town. See what charms are there to urge the locals to take root there. Maybe it would be a good beach house."<br><br>Oh...more code. The exchange between the two is clear, at least to them. There are points of interest in town and below water. And...Stephen is all for dividing to checking the dry points out, since Illyana already declared the underwater focal points.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trio of Thor, Sif, and Wanda make their way into the edge of the settlement, looking perhaps in some ways like tourists who have lost their way. The reticent people look up, noting their passing. Though often in such villages the response to newcomers is often animated, here they seem to be less inclined to approach these new arrivals. Glances are given, words are murmured and whispered. Gone are the groups of people who seeing newcomers attempt to ply their wares. Gone are the children who would seek amusement or candy from travelers. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In fact there were no children to be seen in the area.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As his smartphone activates while they walk, Thor brings it forth from his back pocket and swipes it to life. Those messages sent from Vintridr earn a quirked eyebrow and then a nod is given toward Sif as if sharing in the same understanding. He turns to Wanda and what she says reinforces his thoughts, "Indeed. We should..." He glances to the side then back as he carefully enunciates these words, "Be very careful. How we move. And speak." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile on the beach and around the senses of those so suitably magically inclined, there is much to be perceived. For Illyana and the Good Doctor, there is a draw from out beyond the surf. Wanda, however, might sense the prominence of some measure of power in the settlement nearby. Though all would be aware that there is a tinge of the eldritch powers around the general area. And particularly... above.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some small time passes as the teams move about their tasks. And soon enough that hour draws near to a close.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With her message sent and acknowledged, Vin can let herself relax ever so slightly. She hasn't spotted any tails -- yet -- and in fairness it's unlikely that the Svartalfar contingent is large enough to keep tabs on ''every'' tourist that comes by.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is why she's currently admiring herself in a white shawl in a mirror across the street from where Thor and Sif are making their way through the crowd, trying to catch a glance of whether someone is tailing ''them''.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The town was odd. Certainly when the sellers were engaged, they would respond, attempt to sell their goods. They simply were not rushing out in an attempt to sway the shoppers as one would be used to in such a location. They did find themselves approached and Sif purchased a few items that disappeared into the pockets of her coat. Polite chatter was shared among the trio of tourists but nothing untoward for the circumstances.<br><br>But as those words were relayed by Thor, she gave a simple nod. Then the time had pass oh-so-quickly and they were making their way back toward the rendezvous point. <br><br>Once there, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Perhaps next time I will remain behind until we have something to attack," she mutters, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "Though hopefully it was worth it. You mentioned the fear, Wanda. Vintridr will explain more but she also found that things are not as simple as they seem."<br><br>She didn't elaborate and left that for the others to do themselves. Though she did glance in the direction of the ship near the shore, frowning slightly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:319|Illyana Rasputina (319)}} has posed:'''<br>"Always bad to split up, they say. Better you manage backlash while I start cutting." Because while Strange is a formidable and terrifying force to dispel magic, just as the witch wandering around in town is, Illyana literally comes equipped with spell-excising equipment that spares them the need for a spell or pulling on a line. <br><br>She wades out into the ocean, taking along the bag with her. Inflating the pool noodle only requires a few breaths, and she loops it around the base of the bag she hauled with her. Bringing out the towels probably misses the point, but tossing them back onto the shore belatedly stops them from becoming soggy towels. She looks, for all the world, like she's a reckless little tourist going for a nice dip in the open sea. Nothing to worry about there! <br><br>She cuts her path into the waves on a diagonal path, pushing on deeper while checking on the pull of underwater sources for the spell tether. Her senses read into another layer, checking the invisible weft and weave around the anchoring point for a spell. If she's going to cut the thing free, it helps to know about reinforcements. Or armoured sharks. Or magic sharks with black magic laser beams on their head, because frankly that's what she would do. <br><br>A tug on the soul-shard embedded in her fractured aura sends a signal to Strange of her magic coming to life, wrapping around its presence to dim the essential goodness. Should any caster be out there, someone who reads as corrupted mortal, definitely the victim of bloodstone soul-surgery on a negative balance, is passing through. Just a precaution before she takes a breath and dives under the surface for a first look around. <br><br> Here's hoping no friendly neighbourhood Crab-Man or Squidscorpion happens to be lingering by or else there might be a heck of a clambake-by-soulsword.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>The problem with opening yourself to the emotional energies of the town is that magic is a two-way street. Wanda is hit with all that negativity and fear stemming and brewing, catalyzed by the lack of children around. A lack that she can't help but notice. It makes her gasp and stumble, catching herself by holding on to Sif's shoulder.<br><br>"The children. Where are the children?" an odd intonation to her voice, almost as if it was coming from deep down inside a well. Clearly Witch things! And ominous. Yet a moment later she returns back to a more normal posture, taking in a breath and offering a mute nod back at Sif at the indication Vin will have more information for them.<br><br>"Eldritch powers are at work here. There is a focus of power within the settlement itself too." which by her tone seems to tell that merits investigation later. But right now it was time to return to the meeting point and figure what their next steps would be.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>"Right. Alright. Lookout it is then."<br><br>Of course Illyana is correct. And yes, she does have the rather most convenient method of slicing free enchantments from their moorings. So, it is only proper that she goes in for a swim.<br><br>At least Stephen can hold the towels that she throws back. A cabana boy for the Demon Queen. A glorified cabana boy, but one, nonetheless.<br><br>Stephen does not, however, head towards town for the other two anchor points. Rather, he remains vigilant, holding the towels expectedly for his paramour to return. But, also, he doesn't just stand idly by. Those senses are alert, keeping feelers out for any other mystical signature that isn't a reality warper, demonic royalty, or Asgardian. Because the last thing that Stephen wants is for someone to sneak up on the underwater explorer.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the team reconvenes some distance away from the settlement back down the way toward where the flow of the breeze has partially scattered and obscured the damaged and glassed over portions of the beach, they reemerge thankfully without finding any security elements investigating the area.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The duo of Illyana and Doctor Strange spend their time wisely, investigating those arcane aspects of whatever the enchantment must be around the Svartalfar ship. And when it comes time for them to return, Thor will likely spare a second glance for Illyana's change of garb, noting how it complements Stephen's rather well. He gives a nod and then once Vintridr returns to the fold he'll look around to the others. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Very well, let us lay it out as they say. What is it we've found?" As he says this he rests his hands upon his hips, his gaze flitting from face to face... to face. And a few more faces. He quirks an eyebrow, "Wanda was able to perceive some curious elements. And the mood in the settlement seems... off."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Off indeed." For Sif had to help support Wanda in that moment when she realized there were no children to be found in the area. Were they hidden? Or were they gone entirely? And if so, where might they be? She flicked a gaze to the ship and continued. <br><br>"Vintridr was able to share information with Battlesigns. Assume survillance. Hostile controlled territory." THough backwards, it was the information in a nutshell from the images. <br><br>Then in a quick aside to Vintrider. "And the shawl is lovely. But that hat? That's a no." And she returned to the conversation as she listened to each of the others adding what they had or had not found in their explorations.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>"As far as the mystical aspect of the situation..." Stephen starts to speak, sliding effortlessly into that lecturing tone of his. "...there are certainly obfuscation enchantments about to divert attention away from prying eyes." A hand waves generally in a direction. "Particularly the large ship that is hiding from view in that direction."<br><br>There is a moment for a pause, then Stephen continues. "We have confirmed that there is at least someone of some skill in the mystic arts here. There are 4 anchors to this illusionary spell, two of which are underwater. Hence the towels." He holds the towels as proof of excursion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:319|Illyana Rasputina (319)}} has posed:'''<br>The upside-down one swimming toward the ship isn't in a position to speak or transmit anything telepathically, her mind an absolute blank space to any sort of psionic poke. For that alone the Svartalf types probably would dislike her a great deal. How is she going to spill tea without a gossip network in her head all the time?<br><br>She cuts an unimpressive figure suspended upside down, examining the various apparatuses sticking out every which way to deter Crab-Man or Captain Atlantis. Or really more like pirates, the authorities, and occasional tourists like herself. A crooked smirk on her lips, she neatly rolls to face airward and follows the bubbles up. Portalling oxygen to herself is good, but honestly there's no reason to expose herself that way to any titillated dark elves trying to figure out what's going on.<br><br>Once just at the surface, swimming slowly like an abject tourist lost and clueless to any totally hidden ship right there, absolutely clueless, she then has to find that floatie, the better not to waste energy or look like she's actually a competent swimmer used to much colder temperatures. Lake Baikal is no joke either. <br><br>Cue throwing her voice through a portal, tiny spot, the terminating end right by Stephen and another wherever the witch lady with the witch aura is. At a whisper: "Found the rock. Very pointy. Can I take it?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>"I agree, need to lose the hat." So sayeth the Scarlet Witch on a tight corset and long coat. Fashion sisters Sif and Wanda are. Don't tell Mary-Kate and Ashley. Yet soon enough her expression turns a touch more somber, "We found no children and there's palpable fear all over the settlement. The svartalfar have been here for a long time." or at least long in relative terms to what one would expect a dark elf invasion to last unnoticed on Earth.<br><br>"A focus of power called my attention too when we were exploring, right in the middle of the settlement." Wanda exhaling softly and looking up at the ship, hand running through her loose red hair.<br><br>"Many mysteries for us to investigate." She finally adds, but it's clear by her tone that she intends to get to the bottom of this. Specially with children being involved.<br><br>The mention of a rock gets her canting her head to the side, "One of the anchors? It may set the svartalfar off if it's taken." she says.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor listens as the crew gives him their insight, Sif's take is a known given though her subtle and terse insight into Vintridr's fashion situation is also duly noted. He turns back and listens to the words given by the duo of Strange and Rasputina, though one's voice is gifted through one of those eldritch portals, his good eye following along with their words though, shifting between one and the other.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"If we destroy the spell we tip our hand, perhaps early. As Barton is fond of saying it seems we have two choices. To go in quiet. Or loud." A glance is given toward Wanda. "The lack of children is disturbing, there could be a hostage situation. Which leads my thoughts toward attempting..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A glance is given at Sif pointedly, "A quiet entry. Until we at least no the situation better and have made it so it will be safe to do so." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A look is given around to the others, "It looks as if we have our tasks before us. We investigate further." A look given to the magic users, "Perhaps if there is a way to arrange for their enchantments to fall when we need them to fall. And then once we are sure of the situation..." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He gives a nod. And hopefully... this focus will carry them toward victory.<br> <br><br />
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16795/Spiders Spiders Everywhere
2024-01-06T01:11:29Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>There had been a little bit of downtime after the Big Wheel incident, and Ben Reilly was starting to get a bit restless. The holidays came and went, and this time, he got to celebrate them as Ben Reilly. Which was more him than celebrating as Peter Parker, but still felt a bit empty. Other than Gwen. But of course, Gwen filled any hole very well, so he had little to complain about.<br><br>Other than the lack of action. And that was also something Gwen could satisfy him with!<br><br>(No, it's not that kind of scene. Grow up.)<br><br>And so Ben was stretching out, slowly, feeling the kinks work out of his new attempt at a costume, on a rooftop several blocks away from Gwen's loft, gazing over at his partner. In live, in love, and in crime fighting.<br><br>"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."<br><br>He grins beneath the mask. Hopefully Gwen can tell that from his tone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Holidays were a time for indulgence. Look, everyone puts in a little extra weight! Specially with cookies made by Aunt May, which Gwen had made sure to get. Because Gwen cooking? Nuh-uh. It sorta helped that their metabolism was running high due to their spider genes too. So .., maybe it wasn't that bad.<br><br>Not that it stopped Gwen from teasing Ben about it, "I can hear that costume stretching to the limit." she says. Upside down. Hanging from a web. Pointing at Ben. She clicks her tongue.<br><br>"I think going easy on me is all you will be able to do." More shots fired. But Gwen was relentless, or perhaps set on getting Ben riled up so they can have a proper spar.<br><br>Gwen lets go of the web and starts free-falling. Aaaallll the way from that rooftop. It's clear he'd have to catch her if he wanted to start this spar anytime soon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>"How come _you_ get to make jokes like that, but _I_ can't?"<br><br>Ben knew the answer to that, of course, but he still wanted to attempt to make the point. <br><br>As Gwen does her 'death drop', he leaps from the rooftop, diving after her and readying a hand to fire off a bit of webbing to try to swing _through_ her once he gets close. <br><br>"I'm not going easy on you," he promises. "You're going down!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"I mean, you could try. But they'd be a lie." Gwen says over her shoulder as she is falling, "Because a Van Dyne costume doesn't stretch. It adjusts." of course she was going to use this opportunity to mention her VAN DYNE exclusive outfit!<br><br>As they continue their plummet to the ground Gwen suddenly shoots a web, hooking on another building as she swings upwards again. She twists to send a web in Ben's direction to see if she can catch him with it!<br><br>"I am still waiting." She singsongs, dodging under a ventilation shaft and shooting another web. Nimble little Ghost Spider!<br><br>A clear case of catch me if you can.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, it seems to be _adjusting_ pretty well to your..." Whatever ill-advised word was about to come out of Ben's mouth is lost as he twists to avoid Gwen's webline, sending it past him.<br><br>"Glad to see you're patient," he says, firing off another line to swing back up and towards her. She _is_ at a bit of an advantage in this game, her agility greater than Ben's typically.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"I can't hear you all the way back there!" Gwen taunts when it seems Ben doesn't seem to get to finish his sentence. Almost as if challenging him to say the WORD. It felt almost like a lifetime ago but it hadn't been long since they had done a similar race like this.<br><br>Back then Ben had cheated. Because of course he had, and Gwen would never admit otherwise. So she grins as she gets that rush of the past back, another glance over her shoulder.<br><br>Ben's efforts do seem to be catching up to her though as she has to slow down at someone opening a window all of a sudden!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>Ben tightens his lips. Probably for the best. He yanks on the line, using his strength to propel him all the faster.<br><br>His mind also drifts back to that fateful race. The prize he had claimed. Was it worth cheating to win? ABSOLUTELY.<br><br>As Gwen slows down, that appears to be all the edge he needs. He tugs hard on the line and propels himself up, letting the webbing fall slack on his hands as he reaches out to snare an arm around Gwen's waist as he catches up to that window.<br><br>"I love this woman!" he proclaims to the poor soul who happened to open their window at a most inopportune time.<br><br>At least they got a show for it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Windows. Spiders greatest enemies, specially when they are open all of a sudden. But sometimes that's just how it goes. The hand is felt going around her waist, eyes widening under her mask (and over her mask too because one of the many functionalities of her VAN DYNE mask is to imitate her actual facial expressions. Creepy.), "He hasn't had his coffee yet!" she adds to that same poor soul who is now blinking in confusion at the duo.<br><br>They swing by and past, taking a corner over to another street. Gwen remains close to Ben, arm around him.<br><br>"Seems you win the race again." She says. But wait, wasn't this supposed to had been a spar?!<br><br>Maybe that one would come later.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>Swinging up for a landing, his arm around Gwen but certainly not keeping her from doing her best to keep up with him, Ben lands with a carefully timed drop. <br><br>He turns and looks at Gwen, smiling, his own mask not nearly as expressive as hers. But he does his best.<br><br>"I feel like we both won," he murmurs, reaching over to lift up the bottom of his mask as he leans his face towards hers.<br> <br><br />
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Wanda Maximoff/gallery
2024-01-04T22:10:15Z
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2024-01-04T22:05:17Z
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Wanda Maximoff
2024-01-04T21:58:55Z
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|NameOnMUSH=Wanda Maximoff<br />
|banner name=Scarlet Witch<br />
|banner image width=600<br />
|Char_id=147<br />
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|FullName=Wanda Maximoff<br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=Scarlet Witch<br />
|Species=Mutant<br />
|Theme=Marvel<br />
|Chartype=MFC<br />
|Occupation=Avenger<br />
|Citizenship=Transia, Genosha, United States (naturalized)<br />
|Residence=New York<br />
|Education=More arcane than not<br />
|Groups=[[Brotherhood]], [[Avengers]]<br />
|Quote=<br />
|PAge=29<br />
|AAge=29<br />
|DOB=12 Oct 1990<br />
|Height=5'7"<br />
|Weight=125 lbs<br />
|Hair=Auburn<br />
|Eyes=Green<br />
|Actor=Elizabeth Olsen<br />
|Song=<br />
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|Profile=A mildly famous Avengers. Daughter of Magneto, a terrorist turned world-leader. Witch. Hero. Many words could be used to define the Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff. She is one of the world's great practitioners of magic, possessing her own mutant Chaos Magic which enhanced by demonic intervention. From torturous paths of childhood, Wanda has finally found her way alongside her twin brother Pietro.<br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>* 1990 In the shadow of Wundragore Mountain, twin babies Wanda and Pietro were given to Marya and Django Maximoff to raise.<br><br>* 1997 Villagers attacked their Romani camp over thievery and a belief Wanda had attacked a village boy. Marya was believed burned alive in the wagon. Django yelled at the children to run while he was being beaten. Pietro carried his sister away with his super speed. Twins live a hard life on their own afterwards.<br><br>* 1999 First encounter with Chthon cultists.<br><br>* 2005 Magneto reveals he is the twins father.<br><br>* 2010 Twins leave Magneto and go to America.<br><br>* 2011 Wanda begins receiving tutoring from Agatha Harkness and others.<br><br>* 2018 Helps repel Loki's attacks. Later joins Avengers. Reconciles with Magneto.<br><br>* 2019 Receives Masters in History for Columbia University<br />
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<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Caring:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda possesses a great depth of caring for others in the world around her. Her time with Magneto during some of his more extreme days never sat right with her in part because of the harm he was willing to see done to humans. She has a soft heart for children, and those hurting them can draw her ire.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Conflicted:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda suffers from some form of mental illness which can be expressed in many ways. Including indecision or doubting herself, though her training with the Avengers has aided her there. She's also affected heavily by the health of the world and timeline around her. Though she doesn't understand that is the source of her occasional funks.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Likeable:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has a gentle side to her. Laid back and largely unpretentious except for a guilty love of certain types of clothing. She is rarely forward, is unlikely to upset those around her.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Protective:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda had very little for much of her life. Parents that she lost, leaving her with just her twin brother to depend on and who depended on her. She is intensively protective of Pietro, but also of others that she comes to care about. She is capable of lashing out in protection, or undertaking great efforts for those she cares about.<br />
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<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Chaos Magic:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's main power is the ability to control and manipulate probabilities, warping energy fields and matter in doing so. Her mutant power was enhanced by the demon Chthon and possibly altered further by the High Evolutionary when she was a baby. Wanda can cause unlikely scenarios to happen. The degree of concentration required varies with the effect. She is capable of change on a phenomenal scale when at her best.<br><br>Examples of effects she can produce include:<br>* Melting and spontaneous combustion<br>* Healing, decaying or breaking<br>* Molecular matter control including transmutation and changing state<br>* Power negation<br>* Telekinesis<br>* Teleportation<br>* Physical destruction<br>* Force fields and deflecting energy or magic attacks<br>* Bestow good or bad luck, immediately or for a time to come<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Divine Heritage:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda was blessed by Chthon as a child, intending for her to be a vessel for him to return to the world. This connection to Chthon also gives Wanda a connection to Chthon's siblings, Set, Gaea and Oshtur, as well as the Demiurge and the Vishanti. Wanda can seek to use this divine connection to receive aid through magic rituals and spells that appeal to these divine beings. The divine beings would be in control of the power and nature of the effects that they might grant.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Hex Bolt:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's first and simplest form of her mutant power are bolts of Chaos magic. These require far less concentration than greater manipulations of her Chaos magic and are nearly second-nature for her to cast. They can take the form of blasts of energy capable of destroying matter or living beings, though she is reluctant to use them on the latter. Bad luck can be bestowed on opponents, and shields and wards can quickly be formed almost instinctively to deflect physical, energy and magic attacks.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Nexus Being:'''</span><br />
<br>Though she does not realize it yet, the Scarlet Witch is the Nexus Being. She is the center of magical energies, and can potentially tap into them for her own use. If this were ever mastered it would put on her a level with the Phoenix Force for sheer power, capable of otherwise impossible feats. She could change time and rewrite fate. However Wanda is not aware of this, and any amount of tapping into this power is currently unintentional, likely to happen during great emotion.<br><br>Wanda is also affected by the state of reality around her then. Her mental health can deteriorate when reality is at risk, or when things are likely to take a turn for the worse. She thinks of them only as mental fugues that take her, not realizing their source.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Strong Willed:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has developed the kind of mastery of self necessary to wield and control the powerful magics that she is capable of. She is of strong mental fortitude and skilled at resisting mental influences. Wanda is able to hold her concentration when casting magic despite the world falling apart around her. The exception is her own mental state provides a chink in this armor.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Traditional Magic:'''</span><br />
<br>Though most people think of Wanda's mutant Chaos Magic when they think of her abilities, she is also skilled in the traditional arts of witches and sorcerers. Potions, hexes, protection circles, exorcisms, healing poultices and many traditional forms of magic are at her disposal. She understands many different cultural forms of magic, having been heavily studied on the matter by luminaries of magic such as Agatha Harkness and the Sorcerer Supreme. Between her own powers and her knowledge of other magical spells, Wanda is one of the beings who could herself contend for Sorcerer Supreme.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Witch's Sight:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's senses extend beyond the natural ones. She is able to sense magic, auras, and supernatural energy around her. She might be able to notice ghosts, concealed foes, the invisible and illusions in her vicinity. She may be able to divine information about other magic done around her or in a location, figuring out the type of magic, or with familiarity perhaps even the source. Her senses are not infallible though, and there are ways to ward against them or at least make it more difficult for her.<br />
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<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Education:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has a graduate level education in History for Columbia, augmented by personal pursuits and mentoring under luminaries like Agatha Harkness. She also has attained on her own one of the best understandings of probability and chaos theory on the planet. Her mutant ability lets her understand the subjects on a nearly innate level.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Fighting:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has been using her powers in combat situations for long enough to have grown skilled in their use. She's trained with some of the greatest warriors in history during her time with the Avengers. She knows enough of hand to hand fighting and martial arts to be effective even without her powers, though by superhero standards she is on the lower end. She maintains a high level of physical fitness though falls short of Olympic caliber athletes.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Languages:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda is capable of speaking most languages, either from having mastered them or via use of her magic abilities, both mutant and traditional. She is versed in Eastern European languages especially, but also can speak ancient tongues learned under the watchful eye of her mentor.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Occult Research:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda is an authority on the Occult and has access to sizable collections on mystical matters. She is skilled at researching effects, items, spells, mystic entities and dimensions. With enough time she can usually investigate a matter thoroughly enough to generate ways of dealing with it. Her strengths included European magic traditions, other dimensional beings and their banishing.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Survival:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda and Pietro had to rough it for many years. She is adept at finding and making shelter, making fires, scavenging for food, even tracking small game. She could make it through a couple of winter's nights in the wild (assuming she didn't teleport to a spa).<br />
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<span style="color:#228B22">'''Agatha Harkness:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's mentor is sorceress Agatha Harkness who was alive in the early days of Atlantis. Agatha is associated with witches in New Salem. She is as close as a mother to Wanda, and the two share a strong bond with each other. Agatha is a great source of magical knowledge and assistance.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Arcane Objects:'''</span><br />
<br>Like most great practitioners of magic, Wanda has built up quite a collection of tomes, antiquities, magical artifacts, rare ingredients and components. Some are kept for safe-keeping, others for her use. She may be able to put her hands on useful items that are well-suited for meeting the sort of challenges that Avengers run into.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Avengers Assemble:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda is an Avenger, which allows her to call on Earth's Mightiest Heroes for backup. It also means they may call on her, and as the member of the team with the ability to teleport, she can often be one of the first called for some sorts of situations. She mainly lives at Avenger's Mansion and makes use of vehicles, both autos and aircraft, from the Avenger's fleet.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Nexus Energy:'''</span><br />
<br>Being the Nexus Being gives Wanda a tremendous connection to the magical energy that flows throughout the Earth. While she does not yet understand she is the Nexus Being, the energy is there to be had. Wanda's understanding of her nature has not grown enough for her to truly make use of such tremendous mystical force on anything but rare occasions.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Witchy Woman:'''</span><br />
<br>The mystic arts are a community of practitioners, and Wanda is well thought of amongst them. She can call on numerous others for information, advice, or other aid. Some are friends, and others may require payment, or worse, for their help.<br />
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<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Children:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has a soft spot for children. Always has, always will. She will put herself in harms way to save them, or may bypass other empirically more important objectives when children are in danger.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Demon Vessel:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda was prepared by Chthon to be a vessel he could use to inhabit this world. His minions have been after her to try to make that happen since her powers first manifested. It was from his cult that she and Pietro were frequently on the run as children. They still make attempts, but Wanda's growing skill and being surrounded by Avengers mean their plots have had to become more insidious in response.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Mental Stability:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda suffers from what many would call mental illness. It may be more spiritual than that, however, a failure to maintain a proper equilibrium between her mind and her spirit. This is made worse by her connection to the world from being the Nexus Being, as that outside influence can knock her off center. Her powers can be affected by her mental state, including causing effects she did not intend. Worse, she is capable of lashing out in anger and releasing her powers in ways that might have appalled her if she'd thought beforehand.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Pietro:'''</span><br />
<br>Strength. Weakness. Ok let's face it, weakness even for all of the strength he brings Wanda. Pietro is the one person who has been there for Wanda her entire life. He also doesn't have the best head on his shoulder. But the two share a bond that is beyond close. However they are in many ways polar opposites. Early in life Wanda followed Pietro's lead. But as time has changed, Wanda is more likely to guide them, which doesn't necessarily always sit well with her brother. Still, he is the closest person she has, and she will move heaven and earth should he be in danger.<br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Wanda_Maximoff&diff=24870
Wanda Maximoff
2024-01-04T21:55:32Z
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|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=Scarlet Witch<br />
|Species=Mutant<br />
|Theme=Marvel<br />
|Chartype=MFC<br />
|Occupation=Avenger<br />
|Citizenship=Transia, Genosha, United States (naturalized)<br />
|Residence=New York<br />
|Education=More arcane than not<br />
|Groups=[[Brotherhood]], [[Avengers]]<br />
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|PAge=29<br />
|AAge=29<br />
|DOB=12 Oct 1990<br />
|Height=5'7"<br />
|Weight=125 lbs<br />
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|Eyes=Green<br />
|Actor=Elizabeth Olsen<br />
|Song=<br />
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|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>* 1990 In the shadow of Wundragore Mountain, twin babies Wanda and Pietro were given to Marya and Django Maximoff to raise.<br><br>* 1997 Villagers attacked their Romani camp over thievery and a belief Wanda had attacked a village boy. Marya was believed burned alive in the wagon. Django yelled at the children to run while he was being beaten. Pietro carried his sister away with his super speed. Twins live a hard life on their own afterwards.<br><br>* 1999 First encounter with Chthon cultists.<br><br>* 2005 Magneto reveals he is the twins father.<br><br>* 2010 Twins leave Magneto and go to America.<br><br>* 2011 Wanda begins receiving tutoring from Agatha Harkness and others.<br><br>* 2018 Helps repel Loki's attacks. Later joins Avengers. Reconciles with Magneto.<br><br>* 2019 Receives Masters in History for Columbia University<br />
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<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Caring:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda possesses a great depth of caring for others in the world around her. Her time with Magneto during some of his more extreme days never sat right with her in part because of the harm he was willing to see done to humans. She has a soft heart for children, and those hurting them can draw her ire.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Conflicted:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda suffers from some form of mental illness which can be expressed in many ways. Including indecision or doubting herself, though her training with the Avengers has aided her there. She's also affected heavily by the health of the world and timeline around her. Though she doesn't understand that is the source of her occasional funks.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Likeable:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has a gentle side to her. Laid back and largely unpretentious except for a guilty love of certain types of clothing. She is rarely forward, is unlikely to upset those around her.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Protective:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda had very little for much of her life. Parents that she lost, leaving her with just her twin brother to depend on and who depended on her. She is intensively protective of Pietro, but also of others that she comes to care about. She is capable of lashing out in protection, or undertaking great efforts for those she cares about.<br />
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<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Chaos Magic:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's main power is the ability to control and manipulate probabilities, warping energy fields and matter in doing so. Her mutant power was enhanced by the demon Chthon and possibly altered further by the High Evolutionary when she was a baby. Wanda can cause unlikely scenarios to happen. The degree of concentration required varies with the effect. She is capable of change on a phenomenal scale when at her best.<br><br>Examples of effects she can produce include:<br>* Melting and spontaneous combustion<br>* Healing, decaying or breaking<br>* Molecular matter control including transmutation and changing state<br>* Power negation<br>* Telekinesis<br>* Teleportation<br>* Physical destruction<br>* Force fields and deflecting energy or magic attacks<br>* Bestow good or bad luck, immediately or for a time to come<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Divine Heritage:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda was blessed by Chthon as a child, intending for her to be a vessel for him to return to the world. This connection to Chthon also gives Wanda a connection to Chthon's siblings, Set, Gaea and Oshtur, as well as the Demiurge and the Vishanti. Wanda can seek to use this divine connection to receive aid through magic rituals and spells that appeal to these divine beings. The divine beings would be in control of the power and nature of the effects that they might grant.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Hex Bolt:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's first and simplest form of her mutant power are bolts of Chaos magic. These require far less concentration than greater manipulations of her Chaos magic and are nearly second-nature for her to cast. They can take the form of blasts of energy capable of destroying matter or living beings, though she is reluctant to use them on the latter. Bad luck can be bestowed on opponents, and shields and wards can quickly be formed almost instinctively to deflect physical, energy and magic attacks.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Nexus Being:'''</span><br />
<br>Though she does not realize it yet, the Scarlet Witch is the Nexus Being. She is the center of magical energies, and can potentially tap into them for her own use. If this were ever mastered it would put on her a level with the Phoenix Force for sheer power, capable of otherwise impossible feats. She could change time and rewrite fate. However Wanda is not aware of this, and any amount of tapping into this power is currently unintentional, likely to happen during great emotion.<br><br>Wanda is also affected by the state of reality around her then. Her mental health can deteriorate when reality is at risk, or when things are likely to take a turn for the worse. She thinks of them only as mental fugues that take her, not realizing their source.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Strong Willed:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has developed the kind of mastery of self necessary to wield and control the powerful magics that she is capable of. She is of strong mental fortitude and skilled at resisting mental influences. Wanda is able to hold her concentration when casting magic despite the world falling apart around her. The exception is her own mental state provides a chink in this armor.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Traditional Magic:'''</span><br />
<br>Though most people think of Wanda's mutant Chaos Magic when they think of her abilities, she is also skilled in the traditional arts of witches and sorcerers. Potions, hexes, protection circles, exorcisms, healing poultices and many traditional forms of magic are at her disposal. She understands many different cultural forms of magic, having been heavily studied on the matter by luminaries of magic such as Agatha Harkness and the Sorcerer Supreme. Between her own powers and her knowledge of other magical spells, Wanda is one of the beings who could herself contend for Sorcerer Supreme.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Witch's Sight:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's senses extend beyond the natural ones. She is able to sense magic, auras, and supernatural energy around her. She might be able to notice ghosts, concealed foes, the invisible and illusions in her vicinity. She may be able to divine information about other magic done around her or in a location, figuring out the type of magic, or with familiarity perhaps even the source. Her senses are not infallible though, and there are ways to ward against them or at least make it more difficult for her.<br />
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<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Education:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has a graduate level education in History for Columbia, augmented by personal pursuits and mentoring under luminaries like Agatha Harkness. She also has attained on her own one of the best understandings of probability and chaos theory on the planet. Her mutant ability lets her understand the subjects on a nearly innate level.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Fighting:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has been using her powers in combat situations for long enough to have grown skilled in their use. She's trained with some of the greatest warriors in history during her time with the Avengers. She knows enough of hand to hand fighting and martial arts to be effective even without her powers, though by superhero standards she is on the lower end. She maintains a high level of physical fitness though falls short of Olympic caliber athletes.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Languages:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda is capable of speaking most languages, either from having mastered them or via use of her magic abilities, both mutant and traditional. She is versed in Eastern European languages especially, but also can speak ancient tongues learned under the watchful eye of her mentor.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Occult Research:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda is an authority on the Occult and has access to sizable collections on mystical matters. She is skilled at researching effects, items, spells, mystic entities and dimensions. With enough time she can usually investigate a matter thoroughly enough to generate ways of dealing with it. Her strengths included European magic traditions, other dimensional beings and their banishing.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Survival:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda and Pietro had to rough it for many years. She is adept at finding and making shelter, making fires, scavenging for food, even tracking small game. She could make it through a couple of winter's nights in the wild (assuming she didn't teleport to a spa).<br />
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<span style="color:#228B22">'''Agatha Harkness:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda's mentor is sorceress Agatha Harkness who was alive in the early days of Atlantis. Agatha is associated with witches in New Salem. She is as close as a mother to Wanda, and the two share a strong bond with each other. Agatha is a great source of magical knowledge and assistance.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Arcane Objects:'''</span><br />
<br>Like most great practitioners of magic, Wanda has built up quite a collection of tomes, antiquities, magical artifacts, rare ingredients and components. Some are kept for safe-keeping, others for her use. She may be able to put her hands on useful items that are well-suited for meeting the sort of challenges that Avengers run into.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Avengers Assemble:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda is an Avenger, which allows her to call on Earth's Mightiest Heroes for backup. It also means they may call on her, and as the member of the team with the ability to teleport, she can often be one of the first called for some sorts of situations. She mainly lives at Avenger's Mansion and makes use of vehicles, both autos and aircraft, from the Avenger's fleet.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Nexus Energy:'''</span><br />
<br>Being the Nexus Being gives Wanda a tremendous connection to the magical energy that flows throughout the Earth. While she does not yet understand she is the Nexus Being, the energy is there to be had. Wanda's understanding of her nature has not grown enough for her to truly make use of such tremendous mystical force on anything but rare occasions.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Witchy Woman:'''</span><br />
<br>The mystic arts are a community of practitioners, and Wanda is well thought of amongst them. She can call on numerous others for information, advice, or other aid. Some are friends, and others may require payment, or worse, for their help.<br />
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<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Children:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda has a soft spot for children. Always has, always will. She will put herself in harms way to save them, or may bypass other empirically more important objectives when children are in danger.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Demon Vessel:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda was prepared by Chthon to be a vessel he could use to inhabit this world. His minions have been after her to try to make that happen since her powers first manifested. It was from his cult that she and Pietro were frequently on the run as children. They still make attempts, but Wanda's growing skill and being surrounded by Avengers mean their plots have had to become more insidious in response.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Mental Stability:'''</span><br />
<br>Wanda suffers from what many would call mental illness. It may be more spiritual than that, however, a failure to maintain a proper equilibrium between her mind and her spirit. This is made worse by her connection to the world from being the Nexus Being, as that outside influence can knock her off center. Her powers can be affected by her mental state, including causing effects she did not intend. Worse, she is capable of lashing out in anger and releasing her powers in ways that might have appalled her if she'd thought beforehand.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Pietro:'''</span><br />
<br>Strength. Weakness. Ok let's face it, weakness even for all of the strength he brings Wanda. Pietro is the one person who has been there for Wanda her entire life. He also doesn't have the best head on his shoulder. But the two share a bond that is beyond close. However they are in many ways polar opposites. Early in life Wanda followed Pietro's lead. But as time has changed, Wanda is more likely to guide them, which doesn't necessarily always sit well with her brother. Still, he is the closest person she has, and she will move heaven and earth should he be in danger.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>It's been a long few weeks. The Holidays are always a blur of visits, parties, meetups, drinks, and anything else that can get crammed into them. April is sitting on the couch, next to some unmentionables left behind by her roommate. She picks up a pair of bottoms, and smirks a bit, before dropping them, and then sighs quietly. "I should clean..." she says, though she doesn't get up just yet. No, that is a bridge too far right now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Christmas always means a lot of hard partying for one such as Harley Quinn. And that's what the clownette has been up to last few days. She has such a huge social circle after all! From Wonder Woman to Deadpool so who knows how things will end up where it comes to Christmas?<br><br>"April!" Harley comes stalking out of her bedroom, dressed in a rather long, wide t-shirt that definitely doesn't belong to her nor was it at their apartment before christmas. It's long enough that almost goes past her thighs. As for who it belongs to? Who knows? Maybe it was a gift. "Look at what Batgirl sent as a gift!" she waves framed photograph with a pale hand, depicting Batgirl, Harley and April in a shared hug. "We should get her to kidnap you again.." she mentions before wandering over to set it on the bookshelf.<br><br>To contrast with April Harley is currently wide-eyed and excited. too much energy in the tank still clearly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April O'Neil does not mind the attire at all, and her eyes follow Harley as she bounces around the apartment. The woman grins, "Get her to kidnap me again? Oh? Just like a damsel in distress?" she teases, before she stands up. There's something infectious about Harely's energy. She walks over to look at the picture, perhaps close enough to lean on Harley a little as she does so -- if the woman is even still there, "That is a good picture of me though, I almost hold up against you superhero folk." She then picks up the empty glass that's set next to the frame, and walks it over to the kitchen.<br><br>"That's a new shirt," she comments, as she sets the glass in the sink. She's not THAT committed to cleaning, not yet. "Steal it from your friend last night or did they give it to you?" she asks playfully.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>When April joins Harley over when she is finishing getting the frame over at the bookshelf the clownette grins wide, wrapping one arm around the other woman's shoulders so they can look at the image in display, "I am not the one that has an ACTUAL Amazon sword!" she pointing with her thumb back to where the blade is in display. "Almost like Wondah Woman, just need to train more." a squeeze on the woman's shoulder before she lets go so she can go to the kitchen.<br><br>"I dunno..." she says of her shirt, looking down at herself with a pensive look. "I mean, it was a wild party. I think it was Santa's..." she reaches down to pick on the t-shirt, stretching it as if she was measuring something. "Yep, definitely Santa's!" whoever Santa was!<br><br>"Why are you so tired? Was Casey here again? He's a bad influence foh ya.." she says, "Always wantin' ta get in yoh pants." she has opinions about Casey Jones indeed!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April O'Neil seems to enjoy some of the view as the shirt is stretched over Harley's figure. "And Santa didn't want to get into yours? From the looks of it, it seems he did..." she shoots back, teasingly, "It's just been...a long couple of weeks. You know? Office party, drinks with friends, gifts with family, visiting a half dozen other people. Plus doing my job. There was an attack on a mutant girl a few days ago at a theater I did some work on. Just, tiring."<br><br>She then makes her way back to Harley, and adds, "Though, if you'd like, I can clean and be all domestic while you tell me about your recent adventures? I heard a few of them through the wall, but I'm sure you've got some good stories...and I have a gift for you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"When I was with Mistah J we had an office party too during christmas. Always ta die foh.." Harley wrinkles her nose as if the memories of it weren't the best. But then again most memories she has of that time are either fuzzy or downright bad ones. "You should had just come with me! I could had got you a Santa." beat, "Or a Rudolph.." a teasing grin on her lips.<br><br>The offer to be all domestic gets Harley to ponder, "Well, depends if you wearing the french maid outfit or not.." she murmurs before laughing, "And ooooh, a gift?! Fine, you show me yours and then I will show you mine!" she says, jumping over to the couch and sprawling on it relaxedly.<br><br>She's most likely talking about gifts.<br><br>As for her adventures? "Well, did I tell ya about the absolute beatdown my new roller derby team gave those bitches of the Flatiron District?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>"How'd you guess what my gift was?" April asks, smiling as she walks into her bedroom. She's gone for a few moments, then a few more. She returns in the aforementioned outfit, because if nothing else she likes to keep her roommate's attention. She's also carrying with her a small box, that has a red bow on top of it. She sashays over to the couch, and leans over it, holding out the box, "Who says I'd want Santa OR Rudolph at a party you're at? Maybe I just want to see what you get up to." she asks, and then says, "Open it up!"<br><br>Inside is a small golden pendant with the letters 'HQ' studded in obviously fake diamonds.<br><br>"You like it?" she asks, before she walks around the couch and starts picking up things from the table, taking her time to make sure she gets all the plates and cups. She looks over her shoulder and adds, "You have NOT told me that, no. How'd I miss that match? Next time I need to set a reminder in my phone..."<br> <br><br />
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16426/After 'Party'
2023-11-27T21:03:13Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Finally it was over. The grueling yearly exams in SHIELD where most Agents were tested to make sure they were keeping on top notch form. Specially with field agents, which Daisy and Jemma are. And what was left now? The 'After Party' as Daisy likes to call it, which really is mostly them going to the cafeteria for a meal and maybe even indulge a little. <br><br>They deserved it after all. And not that they had the energy for much more, most likely.<br><br>Daisy sinks down on her seat, exhaling deeply as she is finally able to relax, "Damn, Jemma..." she says, "Damn.." clearly in approval of the other woman's scores.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Are you surprised, Daisy?"<br><br>The words seem rather relaxed. Almost coy, even. Spoken in that unmistakable accent of Jemma's, the question would normally sound the same as any other day. But, there is a hint of breathlessness in there. Daisy may or may not be surprised...but Jemma seemingly was.<br><br>Still...<br><br>"I did prepare for the exams. And you do know how I am with preparation." Yes, indeed. If there is one superpower that Jemma has always had, it was her ability to prepare for anything. Even before a certain journey to Scottish moors gave her a more defined ability.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>Superpowers don't get a pass on SHIELD security. They simply mean more layers of red tape to cut through. <br><br>Wanda has a bad streaked with the line for a contractor so it's clear and visible she is not a full agent. Then again, she doesn't need pink tights and a red bathing suit to announce her status. The floating orange disc trailing around after her does that. It's one of those funny devices cooked up by WAND R&amp;D. If she gets more than three steps from it, the disc's trajectory begins to wobble. A meter, it crashes to the ground. But all this is being recorded dutifully by the tablet she carries, the funny 'bee' even if it's more of a CD instead of an insect. <br><br>"Come on, this way. Don't hit that---" Oh, that is the thing bonking into a column. It's not very smart. But it zips by, ignoring people in its wake, stationary objects a lot less well. Forward, back, forward back, this is how the witch approaches the queue for soups and coffee. She is pretty easy to spot, and hopefully the disc doesn't bang Daisy in the head as it wobbly flies after her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sure, sure. Rub it in.." Daisy doesn't pout but is CLOSE to it, she leaned back with her head a bit bent over as well. Sorta relaxed and not very Agent-like! But their duty for today was done. "But now we rest and---"<br><br>It's right when there is that shadow moving close by. And it's not even a person but a magical disc?! Head tilts just in time, eyes go wide. Disaster is averted by fate and perhaps an inch or two. "Wanda! You got a license for that..?"<br><br>Totally teasing.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>A light laugh escapes from Jemma's lips. "Me, rubbing it in? Why, I would not dare think of such a vile act." Again, the words are said completely straight. But, the little flutter of a wink is more than enough proof that Jemma might indeed be jesting. Just a tiny bit.<br><br>The scientist (and field agent) does take a moment to relax, though. "Though, even I was not sure exactly of the outcome. It is not like years past where I was able to run under the radar, so to speak. I suppose this is what happens when I ask for challenges."<br><br>Whatever line of conversation Daisy and Jemma had going is waylaid as the orange disk decides to try to dive-bomb Daisy. Immediately, Jemma's eyes lock onto the drone...recognizing it as a sort of a tracker. "Curious. Not one of Fitz's toys. " How Jemma knows that by sight remains a mystery, for now. Perhaps she would have seen it if it was. "Keyed on Ms. Maximoff, though, apparently. See how more sure the flight patterns are the closer it gets?"<br><br>Really, Jemma. Exams are over. She should stop working. But, Jemma does what she does best. Ask questions and figure out the answers.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>Wanda has her eyes set on the coffee bar and the steel espresso machine. Figuratively. She's really watching out for the bee hovering after her. It tries to swing around another pole and she twitches her fingers to keep the collision from happening. <br><br> "Do you have a pilot's license?" she asks, oh so innocent. Daisy probably does! The witch just makes things up, but she is careful to stay still so the orange disc happily hurtles to her rather quickly and then stays off her shoulder like a tiny rescue raft near a big ship. <br><br>It isn't too interested in coffee and it isn't alive. She is, though. She grins at Jemma. "It still has bugs to work out. The prototypes are always a bit tricky. It's either seeing nothing or so overwhelmed it falls on the ground."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hey, I asked first." Daisy points out, scrunching up her nose but then winking at Wanda, "Maybe I will just have to write you up a ticket.." she teases again. She wouldn't do a good police officer most likely. Her eyes do go to the drone rather more curiously as Jemma starts her analysis. And being the bad conscience cricket she tells Jemma, "You know we are on leave tonight, right?"<br><br>She also knowsthat Jemma won't stop until she gets her answers so of course Daisy then tells Wanda, "Sit with us." she offers, "And tell us all about it." a glance around and then leaning forward to whisper.<br><br>"If you go to the labs be careful showing it to Fitz."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>Jemma would examine it more obviously, but Daisy's admonishment brings her around. A little. Instead of examining it overtly, Jemma switches to a more covert observation. Meaning that hey, Daisy will probably know Jemma is still regarding that little piece of technology...but at least Jemma is leaving it alone. For now.<br><br>That does not mean that Jemma isn't going to ask questions. A smile is given to Wanda as Daisy invites her to sit. And, to Jemma's credit, she at least waits until Wanda is seated before the questions fly. "I didn't see an optical sensor on the drone, which tells me that it is not using facial recognition to detect you. Really, it shouldn't waver if it loses range, but rather just remain motionless or land automatically. Which means....magical aura sensing?" Not that Jemma really is a big believer on that sort of thing...but hey, even she knows what Wanda's abilities are...and the orange little flying saucer doesn't home in on anyone else. "Does it derive power from said aura, too? It would explain the overload at times."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>First, coffee. And a pastry. Wanda cannot turn up her nose at a pastry! <br><br>Badge swipes are useful for making payments, then she brings her purloined snack with her along with the bee that hangs off her shoulder. It might get looks; there are weirder things, and it's easy to explain away like Sam's falcons. "You are on holiday? How lovely! You must make the most of it." Her tone is warm and bright, full of a charming vigor that's not too overpowering. "Thank you. I wasn't about to fight for a spot, and the offices are a lonely place to grab a bite." <br><br> Not to mention it's hardly any fun! "Fitz likes to come up with devices, doesn't he? I'm not very well acquainted with everyone in the labs." Gasp. Someone who knows the Fitz and Simmons separately? Yes, really! "The optical sensors are there, but they had to be reworked. They burn out too fast."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>Which earns a cheeky little grin again. It's all very gentle. "It has its own battery source. I'm not sure what except I said no lithium. Explosives are not helpful around people. The energy band is tracking magical energy. I'd show you but I'd trigger about twelve alarms." Really.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, holiday. Singular."<br><br>Daisy makes quotations marks on those first words. Because really it's just the evening off! She does smile though and explains, "Just went through our yearly field agent exams. It was a doozy." whatever doozy means. "So we enjoy one magnificent late afternoon off." savoring it really, at the cafeteria.<br><br>"But yea, Fitz is the one responsible for our DWARFs." she says, "So he may take a particular liking to yours. You know, like Jemma is doing." <br><br>"What are you thinking on using it for?" While Jemma does the theoretical questions it seems Daisy is tasked with the practical ones. That's why they work so well together.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well....if it is being considered for tracking purposes, it will probably do well with that. Though the range would have to be increased. Otherwise it would be rather obvious to whoever is being tracked. Unless..." Jemma's thought diverges as she considers. "Unless the tracker was camouflaged. Stealth technology would work on it."<br><br>Obviously, Jemma has some ideas on it. As far as Fitz is concerned... "If it can be engineered, then Fitz will like it. You should see him on the subject of artificial intelligence. There is a reason we don't let him near Mr Stark when he visits." More like 'if', but Jemma doesn't mention that. And...she is being conservative with her analysis of Fitz. She knows better than most just what Fitz would be like if he had access to half of Stark's tech.<br><br>He would never come out of the lab. Ever.<br><br>Still...Daisy is calling her out, and Jemma looks appropriately chastised. "Sorry about that. It was intriguing...and not from our section of R&amp;D. Call it professional curiousity."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:147|Wanda Maximoff (147)}} has posed:'''<br>The flash of awareness blossoms. Wanda has the decency to look mildly appreciative and commiserating when Daisy mentions those dreaded exams. "I'd be grateful to avoid them except our training is based off them. Every other day." The tired sigh is practically a recollection of the next ordeal that lies ahead. <br><br> She sits gladly though and starts preparing her coffee. Take it black? Never! "Are you both going to do something special with your free time or is this when you would nap?" She nods at Jemma about that. "I believe the end goal is something bigger and further ranged. It's quite useless except to point out the witch or wizard in the room. That has its advantages, but not exactly helpful."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Say sorry one more time, I dare you." Daisy looking over at Jemma with a *look*. Then grinning at her friend, "I know you'd be all over the drone. It's who you are." she taking up her own BLACK coffee for a sip. She won't judge other's brews though. And never a Witch's brew.<br><br>Yet as Wanda speaks of the applications of the drone she mmms, "Well, it can be helpful to uncover auras. Maybe even in objects. If you can get incorporate that with the more standard SHIELD drones? It could help scanning for magic in wider areas. WAND would love it." she says with a nod.<br><br>Then she shudders, remembering the last time she was at WAND.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"So...err, I mean I apologize, Daisy." Oh, that was an intentional slip. Even the normally dry wit of Simmons cannot mask that Jemma did that fully intentionally. Even that small little smile makes Jemma guilty. But hey, she didn't say 'sorry' that time...<br><br>But, as far as incorporating scans? Oh, Jemma is all over that. "We can do that already, Daisy. Remember when we tracked down a certain wayward astrophysicist by the energy signature her favorite bauble emitted? I imagine magical auras are no different. It is just energy wavelengths. I would imagine it would be relatively easy to detect once you know what you are looking for."<br><br>Leave it to Jemma to take magic and explain it away as science.<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16362/Hey,_you_there&diff=24464
16362/Hey, you there
2023-11-21T18:38:53Z
<p>Hobb: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2023/11/17 |Location=Asgardian Embassy |Synopsis=Alex brings a letter for Sif and runs into the Valkyrie. |Cast of Characters=488,1430 |pretty=yes..."</p>
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|Date of Scene=2023/11/17<br />
|Location=Asgardian Embassy<br />
|Synopsis=Alex brings a letter for Sif and runs into the Valkyrie.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whenever there was to be a sojourn to Olympus, there were many... many ducks to be put in a row. A message to the Asgardians was one such duck. And it was a reasonably sized one as well.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This time this duck, however, was in the form of a letter that was tucked somewhere in the backpack that was slung over the young man's shoulder who was walking down the street. At least the embassy was convenient. Only a few blocks away from the Subway station, a place where the young Olympian known as Alexander Aaron had been only a handful of times before. But it was easy to find. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning into the gated area, past the wrought-iron entryway, he started down the small walk toward the front door with the guards on duty. He paused and gave a nod, "Good day. I have a message for Lady Sif."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pause, likely as the guards conferred briefly and silently. "From Olympus. In a round about way. If that makes any difference..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The man at the door seems new. Well, new in terms of this post due to how he blinks once when he is so directly addressed. They don't get many visits here you see? At least not from young men. But he doesn't look that young. In fact the beard on his face is telling of an hard life, a blend of a farmer's life and the way of the sword visible in the callouses in his hands. The man speaks in clear English though, because Asgardians do it just liek that, "And who might you be?" he asks.<br><br>The mention of Olympus does make them a touch suspicious. Rival Gods and all that but eventually the guard speaks up again, once Alexander introduces himself, "We can at least have you wait inside and away from the cold."<br><br>Is he saying Olympians can't stand the puny Midgard winter? He sounded too innocent for that. Regardless, he starts leading Alex inside.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Alexander. Alexander Aaron," He answers simply, those pale hazel eyes holding the gaze with no hint of hesitation, no reserved manner. The Olympian just seems so entirely earnest and yet at ease as he murmurs, "That's a kindness, thank you. I am so terribly delicate."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he says that he does accept the offer to wander inside. And, to be fair, he doesn't _look_ much like an Olympian. He just looks like a blond college-aged man. Perhaps those California Boy Next Door good looks might be a positive, but his shaggy haircut and rough beard make him look more like a slacker. At least today on a day off.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once inside he lets his backpack fall as he unzips it, starting to go through it even before he's brought to a suitable waiting room. After a few moments he recovers a small envelope and now carries it openly, tapping it lightly against his hip as he strolls.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The man pauses, looking at Alex before grunting. "I didn't mean it that way." then he shrugging. If the man wants to call himself delicate so be it. He starts walking through a few hallways, large yet spartan, very much in the Asgardian way. The more they walk the more the sound of metal hitting metal is heard and it's when they are going through a large door that a voice is heard.<br><br>"Oi! Gardar!" A familiar voice. Or at least maybe. Not that her bold tone is easily forgettable, nor is her proud bearing and the long blonde hair of the Valkyrie. The woman has a blade in hand and is pointing towards the other Asgardian, "I need you to.--"<br><br>Pause as she notices Alex. "Ah, I see you brought offerings." She grinning amusedly, "You there.." and now she is talking to Alex, "Come here, for I wish to test something. And you would be ideal for it."<br><br>Gardar just looks at Hilde, then back at Alex. All he offers him is a shrug. So much for male comraderie.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A return shrug was given and Alexander's smile was warm as he turned to look upon Brunnhilde. "You there. That was my name in school, no fair of you bringing up bad memories." As he says this he walks forward, holding his backpack in one hand and the envelope in the other.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Before we play, I'd appreciate if you could give this to someone who will get it to Lady Sif? It's from my father." As he says that he does take a moment to look around his surroundings, gaze drifting back and forth, left and right. He didn't fit in with the area's theme it seemed, on two levels. On the Asgardian level he was much more informally dressed than most of the ones he had passed in the hall since he was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, sneakers, and a grey hoodie. But also the embassy is _nice_, it almost gives the feeling like one should dress up. And wear a hat.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But what's up?" He asks the Valkyr.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The Valkyrie makes a face when Alexander seems to mistake her for some kind of messenger girl, eyeing him up and down. "Bold." she snorts his way before her lips curl into a smirk. "But fair after what we pulled on you." she reaches to take the letter.<br><br>The Asgardian is dressed in combat attire, a tight vest covering the top of her body, a pair of slim pants and boots, hair in a long braid that's curled around her head like a crown. She puts the letter away.<br><br>"I am testing a new blade. The steel seems off." She tells the young Olympian even as she picks up a sharp, long blade from the side. She looks down the blade, deftly moving it between fingertips before eventually tossing it towards Alex for him to pick up, "Your opinion on it. And a test of the quality."<br><br>The kind of test in question seems to become clear when she picks up another blade from the pile. As sharp as the other.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Letter presented, secured, distributed. His obligation is done on that front.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sword hurtled across the distance, he catches it lightly, though in reverse grip, holding the long blade against his forearm briefly... before bringing it back around and holding the weapon point forward. The flat of his free hand rests against the side of the blade, then he shifts his grip, using his index finger to support the weapon at the precise position of balance two inches from the guard.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eyebrows rise as he considers and then lightly 'plinks' the weapon with one finger and he says, "It seems well put together, though the balance is a little far forward for my taste. But then you guys did like to do a lot of chopping with your swords."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She hefts her own blade and he starts to walk out into the cleared courtyard area. "So kind of you to give me the honor of testing it." His lip curls a little, sometimes his comments might seem as if they are things akin to the words of the Trickster. Though his smile at the least steals some of their sting.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What in your opinion feels ill about it?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The Valkyrie prowls over towards the more open courtyard, almost like wolf tasting the blood of prey in the air. Blue eyes skirt over Alex, studying the manner in which he looks over the blade and tests it, already looking for those openings in his stance. As for her own? She gives little away, spinning her own blade between fingers for a few as if testing the balance, "It's not a blade made for delicate wrists." this said in way of agreement to Alexander's assessment.<br><br>The kindness of having Alex test the blade has Hilde open her arms to her sides, "Am I not a generous host?" she asks. Rhetorically. Maybe. Who knows with these Asgardians, always looking for praise.<br><br>"And that is what you will tell me. I do not wish to bias your opinion of the blade with my own knowledge." It's also when she chooses to strike, moving as fast as a viper, a wolf lunging with a mid-swipe aimed at Alexander's belly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she spoke she could see the corner of his mouth twisting up despite his better wishes. Even as he tried to affect a wary squint-eyed admonishing look in her direction he couldn't help but accept that subtle and not so subtle admonishment. She slashed her blade to the side as she proclaimed her generosiity which got him to chortle.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she brought the blade forward and instantly quick she was on him, that blade's point slashing forward, and only barely slipped to the side with the abrupt ring of steel upon steel. A short sharp parry, then a stop-thrust instantly, forcing her onto her back foot. The first two notes of their small impromptu symphony as he smiles.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So how have you been since we last spoke? It was quite a party."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The blades ring with that practiced back and forth of two blade masters who have spent much of their lives honing their skill. Hilde breaks contact with a snort and again circles the courtyard, watching the young man, "Asgardians always have the best parties." she tells him matter-of-fact, "As for how have I have been..." a beat, " ... fought off a hag that was terrorizing the Asgardian countryside. Fell from the skies at terminal velocity when fighting Svartalfar. Drank and fucked in honor of our victories until none could no longer stand on their own two legs." Is all of that true? Or any of it? Hard to tell as there is no change in the inflexion of her tone as she describes her life.<br><br>Asgardians do enjoy celebrating life after all. And death.<br><br>"And you, young son of Ares?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she went on he maintained that focus, his eerily pale eyes focused as if on the space somewhere behind her. Yet his swordplay was precise, skilled, with a strong back and forth with the Asgardian Valkyr. Yet as she elaborated on what had passed for her she saw that ghost of a smile grow more and more upon his lips, until he shakes his head slightly with a small chuckle even as their blades come together, guards locking briefly...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They both push off at the same moment and get two paces apart, swords still raised and held at the ready. Which is the moment he replies, "All well and worthy goals and experiences." And that is all he says about her exploits before he elaborates on his own efforts.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's when he steps in, testing her high quatre guard, alternating angles of attack as he presses her for a brief moment, that he gives her insight into his own life. "Dealing with someone coming after my father a bit, trying to track it down. Living life with my significant other. Gearing up to visit Mount Olympus."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The tall, powerful valkyr is like a force of nature, motions unnaturally fast, skill with a blade nearly unmatched, the 'dance' they set themselves in she doing so perfectly.<br><br>And with little regards for her safety.<br><br>It's almost as if she's daring the young man to take the attempt at hitting her with the blade, for a micro-second she leaving something exposed. Either a flank, or a shoulder. Is she testing him? Still, she moves with unparalleled grace, the long braid of her hair swishing about wildly as blade spins to meet Alexander's various angles of attack, "Someone coming after Ares?" She lets out a laugh at that, "Sounds like a worthy challenge." a glimmer to her eyes at that. Did she wish she had been the one to remember that?<br><br>"What are you hoping to find on Mount Olympus?" she strikes the young man's blade forcefully to the side and rushes in suddenly for a shoulder strike.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Guilt." Alexander answers her question with just the one word, smiling as his sword slips forward, the momentum redirected as he steps to the side, looking almost as if it was angled to impale the valkyrie upon her own charge. Only his wrist eases slightly and she's able to drive in past his guard, landing a strong /thud/ of her shoulder into his chest. It's a good firm hit, though she can feel the impact, it's not as strong as she might have hoped.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For he was already rolling with it, trading space and distance to ease the strength of the blow. It's enough that he hits the ground but rolls back and to a kneeling posture almost instantly, bladespoint flicking up back in line with her.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It turns out that when you're trying to find someone who might have a grief with my father, that there are no shortage of people who feel they've been... misused."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He gets back to his feet and says simply, "In any case, only fault with this blade I can find is that it's not quite how I'd prefer it. For big clumsy Asgardians?" He tilts his head and half-smiles, "It's perfect."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"All those with greatness in their blood are bound to have caused grief in their life. Specially those who live eternal." The Valkyr remains standing even as Alexander rolls with the blow to end in that kneeling posture, blade to her side and her blue gaze steadily on him, "It has eluded me all this time. Matching blades with him." this said as if she still believes it will happen.<br><br>And soon!<br><br>"Excellent. A perfect blade for Thor." She retorts with a smirk, lunging forward right after Alex gets up to his feet, blade swift as she cuts through the air in precise motions, angled strikes. And a mirror to the sequence he attempted on her moments ago, the copy of those movements done to the detail.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That seems rather true," Alexander says as he pushes himself up to his feet, the swordspoint easing into line once again. She steps forward and their swords nearly match, then she advances lunging forward as he barks a laugh at her wry comment about the Thunderer. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then she copies his motions of only moments ago, creating the same resonant 'tink-ting-ting-tating' of their blades plinking off of each other with that precise sequence. He chuffs an exhalation of breath that might be another laugh if he wasn't shaking his head. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He quickly steps in, then spins past, sword coming back up. Once they're both in line with each other he replicates those strikes once again, the third stanza, only this time the metal sounds an octave higher striking with that subtly varied power. He steps back and then asks...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Would you like to play at sport with him some? I could perhaps arrange it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The blade exchange is done in quick, precise manners. And the Valkyrie doesn't seem to be breaking a sweat yet. Or even breathing all that quicker. Maybe she is the 'I can do this all day' type. Which really wouldn't be far from the truth most likely.<br><br>Blades resonate and create a rather particular symphony of their own that only those that have mastered the blade can interpret. Yet as quickly as it came so does it end, the woman lowering her blade, "Play at sport?" the arched brow is telling of what she thinks of the choice of words from the young Alex. But then she chuckles, "You have curious ways of calling things. But very well, I could, yes." she then nodding at the blade.<br><br>"Keep it. Might give you a new perspective on things." Is she talking about his trip to Mount Olympus, or something else?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You're too kind," He says instantly, though not that turn of phrase meant facetiously, instead there is sincerity to those words even as he takes a look upon the sword again, gliding the palm of his hand along the flat of the blade. His smile is warm whe he looks back up at her, a smile that brightens his features and steals that eerie look in those eyes away. "Oh those words..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His lips part as if about to offer an explanation, then he tilts his head to the side and murmurs, "It's... something I picked up in part from how my family speaks at times. It's what I've heard some say when they mean... a duel, or a brawl." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Again his eyes lower to the sword and he smiles a little, "Think it has something to do with the Olympics."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"They don't like being direct about it, do they?" Hilde muses before her shoulders rise in a shrug, she padding towards a large pile and tossing the blade over to join the others in a careless manner, "Not like Asgardians, at least." which is very much a lie. She does enjoy her cunning ways but it's so much better to pass as a dumb Asgardian most of the times. And amusing too.<br><br>She folds her arms, turning to regard Alex again, "A duel it is then. Make it happen." a smirk to her lips, "Just make sure to return alive from Olympus. Guilt often carries a heavy toll for one to find. Though if you -do- fall who knows?"<br><br>A eery light coming to her eyes, "Perhaps I will see you in the Afterlife, mmm? Valhalla is ever in the need of worthy warriors."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Maybe Elysium allows visitation rites." Alexander answers with a smile as he tucks the sword under his arm, tilting his head to the side as he considers the surrounding courtyard and likely looking for the scabbard. It doesn't take him long to espy one settled on the table where several other newly crafted weapons are set out. He points at it as he walks over toward it, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. Just a silent question to her as if asking if that's this blade's housing. And if not if he can use it.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unless she seems to object he'll walk over there and sheath the weapon. "I'll tell my father though, I think he'd enjoy it." Then his brow knits and he points at her, "Though seriously, don't sleep with him." He shakes his head and shivers slightly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Or if you do don't say anything about it. I prefer to imagine my father has never had sex and that I sprung from his brow like Athena from Zeus."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The chinjerk given by Hilde seems to imply there is no right or wrong answer where it comes to a scabbard for Alex to pick, blue eyes following him as he gets the blade sheathed once more. The talk of Elysium just makes her chuckle but she doesn't comment before sharply nodding about telling father about the meet.<br><br>Which evolves into a bark of a laugh at those last words. "Ah young Alexander. I will let you in on an Asgardian secret." a beat, "You can never say such a thing to an Asgardian and expect them to follow through. We ..., like to defy expectations. And a challenge." wait, was that a challenge? "I will make sure to properly ride your good father once I am done beating him with a blade." it said with a steady, even voice that it sounds true. Almost. There's a twinge of a light to her gaze that tells she may be jostling Alex's chain. Just maybe.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"See, you think I'm kidding..." Alex says as that blade slides home and he tucks it once again under his arm, though now with less chance of casual accidental bodily harm. "But I am totally not. If it happens, and I hear about it, we are going to have soooo many words."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though that wry smile on his lips is twisted crookedly, perhaps making light, perhaps not. But he does bite his lower lip and points at her while raising his eyebrows oh so threateningly. That done, however, he turns and says, "Are you ok getting that letter to Sif? If not I can go hassle someone else." He starts to back toward the door, grabbing his hoodie from where he left it and slinging it over his shoulder.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"I am good with words." Hilde so sagely replies back at Alex with the kind of solemn nod that is jarring to how explosive she was just a moment ago during their spar, "So anytime you want." she winking back at him, then glancing over her shoulder at the letter.<br><br>"I just hope it's not some sort of love letter. I am not the type to bring that kind of correspondence around." a roll of her eyes, "Just ask that guy ...., Cupid, isn't it?", a beat, "But sure, it will find it's way to it's destiny." she assures the young Olympian.<br><br>"I will be waiting to hear from you!" she calls to the departing Alex before she goes back to the pile of blades and brings out another one, the ring of metal on metal resounding through the yard.<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16277/Gossip_Range&diff=24335
16277/Gossip Range
2023-11-07T19:43:27Z
<p>Hobb: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2023/11/07 |Location=Gun Range: Triskelion |Synopsis=It's winter so field agent trials are coming up for SHIELD agents. Ripe time for some gossip....."</p>
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|Location=Gun Range: Triskelion<br />
|Synopsis=It's winter so field agent trials are coming up for SHIELD agents. Ripe time for some gossip...<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Winter is coming...<br><br>And with that the maligned SHIELD tests for field agents, which means there's a *LOT* of time spent at the gun range for some training instead of being in much more productive places like, say, the lab. It's also ripe time to catch on some gossip.<br><br>Daisy is one such Agent, getting ready for those tests, unloading an ICER on a target before setting the weapon aside. "Alright! I will be unstoppable this year." she states with a smug little grin to her expression when she notes how many hits she got on her target, "Not even Clint will be able to surpass these."<br><br>Typical Daisy overconfidence.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>Field tests. Blah...<br><br>Jemma would, as anyone knows, much rather be in the lab than at the gun range. But, with the whole Senior agent thing, Jemma is actually one of the agents that are suppose to set a good example and do her due diligence. Which...means being out on the range. Shooting.<br><br>Again, blah...<br><br>But at least Daisy is out here, too, which means it won't be so bad. Jemma picks up her weapon and fires a couple of rounds. Which, shockingly enough, are pretty good shots. It isn't that Jemma can't shoot. She just chooses not to.<br><br>"Well, don't let him hear that. Otherwise he will trudge you out with a bow and arrow. Because of course he would."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>A laugh erupts out of Daisy at Jemma's comment, one hand on her hip and the other on the ICER. "Bow and arrow have no power here. It's all about the pew pew." well, at least Daisy sounds excited. The shots out of Jemma has Daisy peer down the range, then back at her lab friend.<br><br>"Uh ..." Another look at the score, "And we didn't even had to dress them up with a nazi uniform." everyone knows how deadly Jemma is against THOSE.<br><br>"Sooo ....." That little pause is telling on what she is going to ask next, "When is Fitz gonna join us for some training?" curiosity on her tone.<br><br>It's gossip season after all.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>Jemma blinks as she looks down at the target, then over to the score. "Well, that is certainly unexpected. I didn't think it would be that well." Granted, it wasn't as good as Daisy's (maybe), but from the reaction, no one would dare mention anything negative about those shots.<br><br>It might help that Jemma is using her own personal ICER, too. It helps to shoot well when you helped create what you are shooting, supposedly.<br><br>And, speaking of inventors...there's the Fitz question. "I really don't know, Daisy. I have not seen him outside of the lab in a while. Something has possessed him. Some idea or something. We have not gone out in public, if that is what you are looking for."<br><br>A slight smile towards Daisy betrays that yes, Jemma knows exactly what Daisy was fishing for. "Nothing terribly exciting to report on that front."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Keep at it like that and maybe you will be the one gunning for Clint's spot come the trials." Daisy not one to just accept Jemma's humbleness about the good shots she got. She grins at her and then sends the targets back for another round.<br><br>That gossip doesn't seem as juicy as one might expect doesn't phase Daisy. She simply arches a brow. "Wait, going out in public?" there's a chuckle at that and she teases Jemma with, "... but it's a lot more fun going out in private." followed by a wink. She's such a minx.<br><br>"Maybe I should go put some sense in his head. I am sure it'd go well." It wouldn't.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Clint can have his spot. I am only practicing because we have to. It doesn't necessarily mean I am just going to do the bare minimum, though." Of course Jemma doesn't just do something to get by. If she does something, she does it to the best of her ability. Plus...she has time to prepare. Jemma is always better when she has preparation.<br><br>Still, the crack about private endeavors catches Jemma off-guard. Something painfully obviously when the shot Jemma had goes wide. "P...private? You are positively incorrigible, Daisy." Because yes...Jemma knew what her friend meant.<br><br>"It won't do any bit of good. You know how Fitz gets when he is fixated on something." Well, Daisy might not...but Jemma sure does. Always better to let it ride its course.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Of course Daisy takes the best part of Jemma's words to focus in. "Positively incorrigible? You say that as if it's a bad thing." it even has 'positive' there! She winks again and tsks as that shot goes wide. "Don't worry, all part of the training." a beat, "Stress training." a sagely nod given.<br><br>Because Daisy is that kind of friend!<br><br>"Sure, I know he can get fixed on things for months. But that's no good for him. Maybe we drag him out on a mission sometime. So he can play with the DWARFs."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Knowing Fitz, he will just tell you he can remote the DWARFs from anywhere and encourage to stay back in the lab." A pause. "At least he is not sleeping in there anymore."<br><br>Yes...Jemma knows Leo all too well. As well as Daisy. Taking her words out of context. "Well, I should not expect anything else than you being a tease." The one shot was wide, sure...but the next was much better as Jemma actually manages to block out the poking fun for a moment. "Stress training, indeed."<br><br>Hey, Daisy should be happy Jemma came out to shoot. There might be something to hiding out in the lab all day.<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16232/Look_who_it_is&diff=24286
16232/Look who it is
2023-11-01T01:55:08Z
<p>Hobb: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2023/11/01 |Location=VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club |Synopsis=Vault survivor Barbara Gordon meets with Batgirl Elektra at the Halloween afterparty. |Ca..."</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> On the night of the Hellfire gala for Halloween... <br><br> Barbara had wandered around the joint in her blue and gold Vault-tech costume. If she were ever asked, she'd be hesitant to share how much she paid for it all, and even more hesitant to say that she has more than one since she wanted to have different Vault numbers on the back for each one. She's currently wearing the suit with the '69' selection due to the nature of the club itself. It's supposed to be an 'adult' place, right? <br><br> With leather adornments, such as paulderons over her shoulders, a thigh guard on her left thigh, a holster on her right, and an army helmet worn over her red locks, Babs looks the part of a true wasteland survivor... <br><br> She'd gotten up on the stage, and done a little performance for the costume contest, even aiming her toy pipe-gun at the audience for cheers and a few lewd comments, and made sure to keep the suit unzipped just enough to give an enticing view of her lovely skin beneath it. <br><br> All in good fun, right? <br><br> Moments ago, however, Babs had given her wrist-mounted 'Pip-Boy' away to a young Negasonic dressed as Malfoy from Harry Potter, and now the redheead wanders again. She gets around, around, around... with a drink in hand, smiling at the other guests as she passes them by, still in her lovely costume save for that Pip-boy wrist computer... truth is, her Batsuit back home has a much nicer one anyway! <br><br> Oh, and hanging from her hip now is a plushie Dobby the House Elf doll that Ellie had exchanged for the PIp-Boy.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>It's a night of festivities at the Hellfire. Booze flowing freely. Guests and members dressed in the most varied costumes one can imagine where not even the security officers barring the way to the VIP area were an exception, dressed as devils in red. One such devil had presented a pass to Barbara for her to move the VIP area. As to who had actually offered such? The security officer hadn't been forthcoming on who it was. Did he even know? Not likely.<br><br>The doors to the VIP area show even more outlandish outfits. Victorian era mostly, and true to the spirit of the place by showing a lot more skin than would be norm in those Victorian Ages. Scandalous amounts even. Still, there is a feeling of high society and old blood in the way the people in this area behave, many being old members of the famous club. And by the looks of it important ones at that.<br><br>One such member appears to dislodge herself from a conversation she was having with a pair of zombies and approaches. The suit? One that might call Barbara's attention considering it's a near replica of the one Elektra wore of Barbara's. Slick, tight, dark purple with a yellow bat over her chest. A mask covers her features, pointed ears up yet there's no mistaking that exotic chin or the dark pools of her eyes as the woman approaches. It's clearly Elektra.<br><br>"Will you think less of me if I tell you I don't know where that suit is from?" Says Batgirl Elektra, eyes going up and down over Barbara's figure.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> Barbara had been talking to Emma Frost and Janet Van Dyne at the bar mere minutes ago, about joining the HFC no less. Thus when the invite to the vIP area came to her, she ultimately assumed it was from them. It even made her softly smile. She was holding a drink in her right hand as she passed inside the more exclusive area, and her green eyes went to roaming over all the pretty people in all their pretty clothing. That cynical side of Babs' mind came to the forefront, though, and she wondered how many illicit activities were happening here-in, or here-adjacent. She wondered how many of these people deserved to be in jail... But, she told herself that was a bad path to mentally go down. <br><br> Thankfully the appearance of... Batgirl approaching her drew Babs' eyes, and painted a big smile upon her face. As she came to a stop in front of the familiar features, she just grinned at her, and looked her over too. "Enjoyed it so much you had to have one done up, huh?" She asks, making her appraisal more openly-humorous as she tilts to the side to get a profile look at Elektra in the purple suit. She then nods and expresses her approval with a facial expression showing it. "Fits better than the other one..." <br><br> She grins again and glances down at herself, before she looks back up to Elektra again. "Fallout. It's a video game. It was a big part of my life about 9 years ago when I was in a pretty dark place. It kept me from falling further in to that darkness, by helping me have something else to do." She takes a sip from her glass, then adds. "If you ever try it, some of my mods from nine years ago are still the top rated on Nexus Mods website." She boasts, casually, and proud of her nerdhood. <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>"Or maybe I stole yours." Elektra replies smoothly. Could it be? No, there are subtle differences and indeed the most important one is that it was made for her own physique even if the two women aren't that different where it comes to measurements. Yet if there's one thing she knows how to do well is the pose, for when she finally sashays close to Babs she makes sure to jut one hip to the side, hand resting on it, long legs extended.<br><br>"What can I say? I suppose she rubbed me the right way when we met." This about Batgirl, an amused little grin on her expression, visible under the half-mask. And then she listens to Barbara explaining about the origin of her suit. That dark place is something she was aware of already, part of Barbara's story having already been shared by the redhead, "We find solace in the most unexpected of places sometimes." she knew that from experience.<br><br>It's when Barbara then continues on and on about demonstrating her nerdhood that Elektra laughs at last, "This tells me you absolutely need a few more drinks. Come." she hooks her arm with Barbara's to lead her towards the bar.<br><br>"Enjoying our little party tonight?" There is nothing little about this party.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> Elektra's antics garner a little melodic laugh from the Gothamite in the Vault-69 suit, that number not even yet visible to the Batgirl before her, leaving a bit of a reveal should Elektra get a back view shot of Babs some time soon! "Well, you look good in it all the same." She says of Elektra's own Batgirl attire. She moves with her too when her arm is hooked, and strides past a few scantily clad people with lingerie and feathery head dresses on. "I can say that this area is a bit more like what I was envisioning when I got the invite to come along. The main area is... well, much more main stream too. Plus I think there's a number of underage drinkers out there." She states with a glance over her shoulder toward the entrance to the VIp area. She flashes a grin back to Elektra. "Fake IDs are easy to get through on your little place here." She chides the other woman, then outwardly groans at herself. <br><br> "I'm so old..." <br><br> She takes another sip of her glass before she exhales lightly. "I'm having a good time though. I ran in to the fashionista Janet Van Dyne. She said that I should apply for membership... but... Eh. I've never been one for being judged by a 'council of elders.' I think they might not want Gotham Police Commissioner's daughter around here either." She glances to Ele again, showing off another light grin. <br><br> Passing by a questionable statue, of two--- no four people --doing questionable adult things, Babs smirks again. "Nice art." She says in a dry tone of voice. "Just what kind of Club is this?" <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>The reveal of underage drinkers and fake IDs gets Elektra to mmmm thoughtfully. "Is that so?" she clicks her tongue, "There is a specific area for underaged people at the club, though I see you caught a few outside." she taps the counter and leans over to one of the scantily clad bartenders that nears them. A few whispers are exchanged before the man nods and walks out to most likely inform security.<br><br>They better run!<br><br>"Long time since you used a fake ID to get into places? Or were you too straight to do that?" She says it in a way of a tease to the redhead. No point in even asking Elektra most likely. It's clear she was a thrill-seeker since a young age.<br><br>As for memberships? Elektra chuckles softly. "Apply? The Club is invitation only, but you already have a few sponsors, perhaps it's time." she says in agreement, "We can arrange it. And don't worry, we even have Bruce Wayne among our members. You will fit right in."<br><br>Leaning in she then whispers at Barbara's ear, "Just remember, what happens in the Club stays in the Club." the teasing still in her voice. Yet that last question from Babs gets her to grin, "It's something that has to be shown and not simply spoken." she tells Barbara, "The question is, do you want to dare knowing what this Club is about?" her tone inviting.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> "Bruce Wayne..." Babs says with a small smirk. "He's getting up there in age himself. I rarely see him out of his office anymore." She has to play up the secret still, even after all these years! "And yes, I was 'too straight' to ever use a fake ID. It comes with the territory of my father, and that once upon a time I thought I'd be a Cop too. I think I still sound like one sometimes. I even have people ask me if I am one from time to time..." She mutters that last bit, before taking another sip from her drink. <br><br> She grins openly then toward Batgirl beside her, and glances again toward the statue of the four figures, before her gaze goes back to the other woman. She shrugs her shoulders, her leather pauldrons bouncing a little atop them. "Color me curious." She says of knowing what the Hellfire Club is all about. "But am I allowed to know the secrets without being such a priveledged person as to be a member?" She asks playfully back to the other woman as her drink is finished off, and she quickly finds a server coming to take the empty glass from her, almost as though the man had been watching her to wait for her to finish it. "Thanks." She quietly says, but instantly has another glass given to her with the exact same drink replacing it. <br><br> "Goodness. Service here is nice..." She notes, looking the scanntily clad servers over as they both come and go by. <br><br> Her eyes then dart back over to Elektra. "You tell me though. You know me well enough now. Would I enjoy it?" She asks finally. "Would I enjoy the 'secret?'" <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>When Barbara reveals that people still treat her like a cop sometimes there's a grin of amusement on Elektra's expression, "Arrest me, officer. For I have sinned." she even offers her wrists up to Barbara for a moment before getting another drink, eyes following Barbara's when she checks out the servers, "Oh, it gets better." she promises. Sip from her drink.<br><br>It's when Barbara asks her if she'd enjoy the Club that Elektra watches her with a thoughtful mmm, "You will." she tells Barbara directly, "Because I know under this straight lace exterior there's a woman that likes enjoying life. You will have fun."<br><br>It's when Elektra spots that '69' on Barbara's back and she laughs softly again, "See? I was right about you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> That last comment has Babs' doing a double-take back to Elektra as she remembers the number of the suit she's wearing. She laughs. "I'm trying to display my sense of humor level still being in the teenager range." She counters before she takes another sip of her drink. This is her fourth drink of the night though, and her head is already swimming from it. She knwos she shouldn't let her guard down by getting much more intoxicated than this, but it's hard. She's supposed to unwind tonight, right? But every time she's ever 'unwound' in the past ten years, she's just ended up thinking back to the night the Joker came a knockin' on her door. <br><br> That was another lifetime ago, a different Barbara... <br><br> "Then will you vouch for me?" She asks of Elektra with a grin cast over to the other woman. "Batgirl's vote would have to mean something special around here, right? And if I find out that this place is just like... a place where old people play Bingo, well then... sign me the fuck up." She jokes, grinning at her own dumb quips. <br><br> When a rather exposed person walks past her, and smiles at her, Babs reaches down to cover Dobby's wide-open eyes, making sure the plushie House Elf isn't scandalized by the woman's nearly entirely bare backside as she walks away. <br><br> "My poor Dobby. He'll never be the same after this." She states, giving a look sideward to Elektra. "Harry Potter. Surely you've seen it." <br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16195/Two_Spiders_and_a_Race&diff=24240
16195/Two Spiders and a Race
2023-10-27T18:41:22Z
<p>Hobb: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2023/10/27 |Location=Harlem |Synopsis=Ghost Spider and Silk converge on the same threat with the use of their Not-Spider-Sense tingles. Who has pri..."</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, at least it's quiet..."<br><br>Harlem during the day is hardly quiet, at least in the auditory sense of things. Traffic blares, pedestrians grump, the basketball courts ring with bouncing rubber balls and the clanging of chain nets. It is a typical New York day.<br><br>Which includes Cindy, dressed in her Silk ensemble, standing on top of the roof of the apartment building. And....talking to herself. Well, that's nothing new. The fact it is quiet? A little different than normal. Normally...Silk would be running from one quasi emergency to another. Such is the life of a Spider with a hyper-acute sense of awareness. But nope, not calling it a Spider-Sense.<br><br>Too cliche. That and she doesn't own the patent anyways. A couple twitches indicates that her Silk-Sense (patent pending) is certainly working...but minor. And, minor for her means maybe someone stubbed their toe. Or, more likely, a street-baller got upset the opponent scored on him or her.<br><br>See? Typical day.<br><br>Apart from the fact that there's a Spider-type person on the roof. Or...maybe that is typical, too.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>A Spider-type person on a rooftop? That's a typical day in New York. Lots of Friendly Neighborhood Spider-people about now! Enough to get a few buildings covered if they want to.<br><br>And Gwen Stacy, aka Ghost Spider, is one of those Spiders. If hanging upside down from a fire escape ladder technically counts as being on a rooftop! Let's say it does for the matter of this exercise. As for her VERY IMPORTANT mission at this point in time? She is currently 'making faces' at a baby that is close to a window, her mask distorting in funny ways as she continues to entertain the toddler. All until...<br><br>Her Spider-Sense(TM) tingles...<br><br>"Ooops, gotta jet. Stay cool, kiddo." Fingerguns at the kid before she *thwips* at the corner of the building, sliding towards that source of danger. It's a faint feeling so far so she's not expecting anything MASSIVE. But who knows? It's New York. Things tend to get way out of proportion.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh...wait a minute...<br><br>"Spoke too soon, didn't I?"<br><br>Yup, there's that Silk-Sense going off. Something's definitely up. Time to stop watching the basketball game.<br><br>Okay....off to the rescue! Or, whatever it is. There just might be a smile behind that red half mask of Silk's as she runs for the edge of the roof...<br><br>...and swan-dives off into the air. The position is held for a few seconds, the only indication of her falling being the black hair streaming backwards. Then, a forward somersault as the right hand extends, webbing erupting from the fingertips latching onto a fire escape. Then...off Silk goes.<br><br>Despite how many times Cindy has swung away, it is always exhilarating. Every single time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>What's that saying? Never cross the beams? But maybe it should say never cross the webs, because what happens next is pretty much that for when Cindy thwips her own webs to converge on the source of that Not-Spider-Sense tingle another web is shot coming from the opposite direction, one shot by Gwen. Not that the webs tangle together mind you but there's a close fly-by of a familiar white black and pink dressed hero.<br><br>"Heeeeeeeyyyyyy....!" Is what Ghost Spider is exclaiming as she flies through, disappearing behind a building, circling around it with a strategically positioned web strand and then coming the other side, joining Silk further ahead, "Don't drivers coming from the right always have priority?" she teases, another web as she continues to swing close to Silk.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>Should Cindy had been asked, she might have applauded the Ghostbusters reference. Still, that tingle that Silk is heading towards is joined by a shiver...one she seems at least somewhat familiar with. Which, when webs are shot and swing lanes are chosen, there is just enough of an adjustment, intuitive rather than intentional, that allows for Cindy to buzz the tower, err, Ghost Spider, despite the pattern being full.<br><br>"Drivers, yes." Another strand flings away, from Silk's left hand, as she moves over for the pink-clad Spider. "Don't think that counts for swingers though!" Quick assessment shows that hey, they are moving in the same direction. "You picked it up too, huh?"<br><br>What is 'it'? Who knows?! But hey, might as well have some fun on the way. "If I knew you was comin', I'd had gotten something. Not baking a cake though. None of us want that..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, we rule the skies." Ghost Spider states as they continue to swing and bob between the buildings at high speed. This isn't any of them first rodeo after all, they very much used to the thrill of the swing already, "Maybe we should make our own rules." a sharp corner taken as they take another street to cut time towards the source.<br><br>"Like, swingers from the right always have priority, unless it's Ghost Spider who always has priority." a wink back at Cindy which SHOWS on her mask. Bless that Janet Van Dyne for making a awesome Ghost Spider suit. "Oh, I like that rule."<br><br>"Yes." Is then the answer about having picked up that 'something', the je ne sais quoi that sets them apart from the other heroes. Though as for cake, "I am partial to chocolate. And vanilla. For future reference." followed by a grin, "How about we make it interesting and ..., race it there?"<br><br>She doesn't wait for an answer, already swinging hard and fast!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:981|Cindy Moon (981)}} has posed:'''<br>"Not so sure I like that rule." There is a brightness to that comment. Yes, Silk is laughing. Though there is no need for a fancy designer mask to emote that. Cindy with her half mask means the top half is exposed...and the wrinkling of the forehead just above the nose, coupled with the headshake, proves that yes indeed, Silk is amused. "Maybe we should widen that so that female swingers always have priority."<br><br>A quick twist and Cindy is swinging backwards, shaking the wild strands of hair from her eyes as she notes the cake preferences. "Heh...me too. Just, we don't want me baking. Trust me. It's better for all of us..."<br><br>Wait...a race? And here Cindy got caught showing off by swinging backwards. "No fair!" The next web-line shoots out, as Cindy leans backward to flatten out. She may not have a cool mask and her hair might get in the way, but Cindy does have a few tricks that Gwen may or may not know about. Such has the ability to tweak her natural webbing on the fly. This last line is extra elastic-y, allowing Silk to slingshot herself to try to make up distance.<br><br>And, Cindy is fast...but so is Gwen. Still, the challenge was laid down and Cindy is not about to lose.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmm, I like that. Let's bring it a vote. Two yeas against zero nays. And the rule is in." And that's how they do it in Spider Court. Easy-peasy, making laws as easy as they swing through the skies. It's good to be a Spider.<br><br>"How can you mess up chocolate and --..." Pause as Cindy swings past with the totally cheating elastic-y webbing. "Hey, cheat!" and it turns into a real one on one racing, aerodynamic bodies flying through the air, under fire escape stairs. Over rooftops. Through a open window and out on a window on the other side ... That last one was Gwen cheating in her own manner to cut time!<br><br>It's a wild run through the skies of New York all until they take that last turn towards the source of that Not-Spider-Sense tingle and they find ....<br><br>&lt;DON'T MISS THE NEXT EPISODE&gt;<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=16071/Bring_in_the_reserves!&diff=24039
16071/Bring in the reserves!
2023-10-13T02:10:40Z
<p>Hobb: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2023/10/13 |Location=Derby Queens |Synopsis=The Birds are roped into helping Harley's roller derby team. Whoever picked those tighty short-shorts!?..."</p>
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Drama. Tragedy. Horror!<br><br>Another loss for the Derby Queens which puts them deep down on the rankings this season. Almost eliminated from playoffs! And this won't stand! So as any good team leader does Harley decides to get some new blood in the team. And won't stop at nothing to achieve it, like emotional blackmail. Because she certainly has no money to offer to play on her team. It's why she picks up her phone to call a certain Barbara Gordon.<br><br>"So. Remember when you made me go through that Joker gauntlet? Time to return the favor...!" It's just details that Barbara had been helping Harley that time around. And now here she was calling for help AGAIN.<br><br>Yet her search for new blood hadn't stopped by just calling Barbara. No Sir! She had gone around the city distributing pamphlets and gluing them in every establishment of ill-repute in Gotham. She needed the nastiest girls she could find for this renewal of the team.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> Harley wasn't the only one who had Joker issues. Barbara still had dreams about the night he shot her square in the spine. She still lost sleep over it, even if she very rarely ever spoke to anyone about it anymore. Thus, when Harley sends her a message like that, there is a fair bit of ominous undertone to it, but at the same time... she did do that to Harley awhile back, and it was some level of arguably 'fucked up' too. It had been done with the best of intentions though! Like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. <br><br> Babs arrives at the designated locale via a black sport motorcycle. Wearing black leather pants, and a black leather jacket, she steps off her bike, and pulls her helmet off of her head. Her red hair spills out from inside it, her green eyes look around at the neighborhood, then at the sight they were meeting at. <br><br> She mutters something under her breath as she locks her helmet to her bike via a specially designed magnetic bolt system. <br><br> unzipping her jacket a little, Babs starts to walk toward the Derby building, slipping inside looking like a redheaded female terminator, save for non sunglasses at the present moment! <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>Never let it be said Dinah Lance turns down a call for help. She might complain. She might whine. She might demand a six pack because 'That couch was heavier than you said ti would be, Helena.', but she'll never turn a friend down!<br><br>Especially if the friend's request for help promises the opportunity to throw some elbows. Or wear short shorts. Or roller skates.<br><br>And when she has a shot to help Babs, her smartest, sharpest, most totally-helped-her-with-emails bestie? By wearing roller skates, possibly short shorts, /and/ throwing elbows? And to help out a fellow blonde?<br><br>Dinah Lance to the rescue! if anything, her main concern is how to dress for Roller Derby in a way that doesn't... you know, basically just look like she's on patrol.<br><br>What this means is she's wearing an artfully snipped and cropped athletic sweater with a stressed neckline that nearly barely clings to her shoulders, a pair of bright cyan lycra shorts... so if anyone /does/ stare at her they risk eye injury from more than just her punches.<br><br>And a pair of roller skates, which is really the main problem.<br><br>Dinah's always willing to rock roller skates for a friend, but it doesn't mean she actually knows how to roller skate that well. Well, okay, she knows how to skate. 'It's like kicking the ground right?'. But stopping is /not/ like kicking the ground.<br><br>She's sure it'll be fine, she's /barely/ reaching for the walls like a stumbling penguin when she rolls her way towards the center of the Derby arena.<br><br>She's totally got this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>The call was made. And...it isn't the first time for a certain individual.<br><br>Of course, the call was left on Pamela's voicemail. Because Harley has done this before and knows that if Pam has a higher chance to talk her way out of things if Pam was, you know, actually able to speak. But, a voicemail? Using key phrases and mannerisms that the (not-so) good Doctor Isley simply cannot say no to? It's a win-win!<br><br>Which, apparently, is what the roller derby team needs. And....Pammy does have the experience...<br><br>So, it is little surprise when the slightly green-hued Pamela Isley appears at the derby grounds. Yes, she has done this before. So, yes, she has her own uniform, from before. With the skates and helmet and the works. What Pamela didn't expect was that Harley was pulling all the stops.<br><br>"Well...this is going to be interesting."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3010|Harper Row (3010)}} has posed:'''<br>Harper wasn't going to miss Roller Derby action on account of anything. She'll pull some favours, push aside overtime, hip-check a pile of gadgets on her to-do list. She can't proclaim to be a huge follower of one particular team, but she's quite fond of impact sports and high stakes competition.<br><br>Plus, dayum, this pamphlet seems to know just the right buzzwords and jargon to make some visual imaginations go blooming into fireworks in her head.<br><br>Arriving at the grounds finishing off a hotdog, she's broken a few traffic laws enroute, but has solved the carbs conundrum at short notice. She hustles up to the perimeter of the bleachers, wearing something akin to a marriage between laundry day and just off to the gym. Her forearm goes up to her mouth to smear mustard off her cheek and goggles at the souls in attendance.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>When Harley called earlier she didn't exactly state this was going to be for a game but that's just details right? Who cares about training first and making sure people can actually skate? I mean, who doesn't know how to use roller blades, amirite? No one that would be insane enough to get into a roller derby ring with Harley. Do they even follow the rules here?<br><br>Yet as the group converges into the arena they might get suspicious there is a game to be had. Because there's the sound of spectators inside. And merchandise being sold outside. And Harley's taco truck selling tacos. Best tacos in Brooklyn! Just don't mind the hyenas.<br><br>The clownette receives her friends with hugs all around. One for Ivy! "Yay, I knew you would come! And dressed to kill.." eyebrow waggle at Pamela, then Barbara, "I got your uniform right here!" which she does, delivering the tight crop top, the shorty shorts. The roller blades. Helmet of course and shoulderpads. "You got five minutes to get dressed!" Dinah's approach gets a wave from Harley. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere? Doesn't matter! You are gonna be one of our blockers." she wisely disregards the difficulties Dinah is having finding her balance. It's like riding a bike!<br><br>And finally, "Okay girls, we are one player short. Erm ...." Harley looks around, "We need someone lean and small that can go fast like." and she starts pointing right at Harper. "Oi! You! Yes, you! Come play! You look like you know how to skate." roping Harper right into it.<br><br>The speakers on the arena come to life, announcing their opponents. The Flatiron District Flatterers. Whoever comes up with these names?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> As Babs meanders about near the front of the building, she sees some familiar faces. It leads her further inside until she's standing inside the indoor arena setup, letting her eyes wander over the people within it. She notices a familiar... everything, in the form of Dinah out on the track, and this causes her to slowly tilt her head... <br><br> "Dinah?" She says, likely far too far away to be heard by the Tweety Bird. <br><br> Then Harley Quinn! <br><br> With clothing and gear? "Uh, I, uh..." <br><br> Pamela is here too? And Harper? Harley is pointing at Harper... "So this is where everyone hides during the weeknights..." Babs softly states. <br><br> When the announcement comes over the horn, and Harley gives her a timer of five minutes, Barbara's eyes widen. "Wha-what?" She asks, now holding an armload of gear and questionable outfit choices. <br><br> She spies the locker rooms, and hesitantly starts toward them. "Don't I have to like... sign waivers, and pay a stupidly overpriced fee, or something?" She asks. "Is there a phone app?" <br><br> Either way, the redhead in the black form fit leather is walking toward the locker room, clutching her roller derby uniform and gear, unsure of what the future may bring for her tonight, on the track, or more importantly in this super sus locker room set before her...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>Dinah's getting more and more confident in her rolling. Maybe not 'Do a musical number on the... rink? Track? The circle thing you skate on...' level, but like... she's moving and relatively stable. She glances sidelong and catches glimpse of Pamela, offering a helpless little shrug and a half-wave, "Interesting is definitely a word for it. I'm sure it's fine. It's a /Harley/ plan right? What could go wrong?"<br><br>...Did that last question have the tinge of being genuine? Like she's actually asking Pam what might go wrong? Probably.<br><br>She rolls up to Babs and swings her arms wide! For a hug? No. Well, kind of. It's a hug /and/ a braking maneuver. "Babs! I'm here to help! And punch!"<br><br>She offers a wave to Harley, "Oh, I don't think we've like... /met/ met! It's fine! I'm sure! Yeah! I can block! That's like... getting in the way! I'm /great/ at that!"<br><br>She glances at Babs and sighs, "Babs, it's roller derby... there's no /way/ there's a phone app. I mean, I half thought there'd be a /jukebox/ or something. It's like... classic! Retro!"<br><br>And then Harley's recruiting Harper. Recruiting? More like press ganging. "Well! We can't lose now! I've got a /good/ feeling about this! ...So like... what're the rules about uhh... natural... talents? Allowed? Not allowed?"<br><br>Not that she has a reason to ask of course.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>The roar of the crowd. That is one good sign that no, this isn't a practice. The other sign for Pamela? Well, this isn't the first time Harley pulled her in to a match directly. That's right! Pamela has experience! Not that it actually helps when she only really subs in whenever Harley is really desperate. But, wait...Harley is recruiting a complete nearly novice team with only 5 minutes before game time?<br><br>There is the shake of the head. Typical Harley Quinn plan. "Oh, Harls....you didn't give *anyone* any information?"<br><br>Yup, typical Harley plan. Just wing it and see what happens.<br><br>With that in mind, Pamela shifts into gear. "Okay. 4 blockers. One blocker is the pivot, who can switch to a jammer in mid-jam. One jammer. Jammer's job is to get through the blockers and do a lap around the rink, then try to get through the blockers. Blockers stop the opposing jammer without using hands and such while trying to help their jammer through. And...apparently..." Pam nods over towards Harper. "Harley wants her to be the jammer."<br><br>Rules about natural talents? "Well...there are no official rules...but I would not know just how sporting it would be to use those sort of skills." After all...Pamela may have thought to tip the scales with a little botanical advantage in the past. "But....I don't think we would need to do that. I mean, honestly...just physical conditioning alone..." Pamela doesn't elaborate. But, it is a pretty safe bet that she means the other team does not have any extracurricular activities that are on the same level as the flock Harley has gathered.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3010|Harper Row (3010)}} has posed:'''<br>Harper experiences a rare instance of heartburn when she gets surprise enlisted to the team. She swallows down a blurt of salt and anxiety that rumbles from her cauldron. "What?! When I was...when I was fourteen?" she squawks.<br><br>Wiping her palms on her thighs, she takes a hesitant step forward, followed by another. Oh my Blog, Barbara is here, Dinah is here, and holy Hydrangeas is that... "We only have five minutes?" She looks down at herself, and flushes in her cheeks. Her head whips around to the safety of the bleachers where she had counted on being one of masses. And then back to the clothing and equipment that may be on offer. Harper hustles to the changing room and shoots the girls a tense look. Some important points are being brought up here. And ~who~ will they be facing off against.<br><br>"Jammer, gotcha." Harper squints and tries to mentally picture the layout, the idea of skating through a gauntlet of gals that'll try and turn her into a Blueberry sandwich. "No hands though, that sounds good, how much danger is it if it's no h-" Oh probably plenty.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"I already took care of all of that!" Harley assures Barbara even as she leads her over to that locker room, hands on the woman's shoulders so the redhead isn't led astray. Not more than she already has by accepting the invitation to come to roller derby, that is. With Barbara delivered to the totally not sus locker room she then speaks loudly to the door. "You got four minutes!" nothing like a little pressure to get the adrenaline going.<br><br>"So you all know each other. Good! I have a good feeling about this too." big wide grin at Dinah and she slaps her fist against her palm, "The rules are simple. So .... We-" she stops as Ivy then starts to actually explain the rules. Harley's eyes go wide, and almost a little teary. "I am so proud of you Pam. You remembered the rules!" hands held near her own heart in appreciation to the explanation.<br><br>As for natural talents? She eyes Dinah up and down. "Do ya mean boob shoving. I mean, you can ..., if that's your jam." yes, that's what Harley interprets natural talents means.<br><br>She is grinning as she gets a different color helmet to Harper. "You are the jammer so you get the special helmet." she tells the girl. "Now let's get a move on!" she claps her hands for motivation.<br><br>The speaker calls for the Brooklyn Queens to the arena! Three minutes and forty five seconds after Harley announced Barbara had four minutes to get dressed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:175|Barbara Gordon (175)}} has posed:'''<br> Babs went rigid when the rolling Dinah came right at her with arms akimbo! She had her hands full so she couldn't do much but stand there and be a living support column for the gblonde to ram in to. With a big smirk, Babs is just nodding her head slowly. "I didn't even get a chance to watch a game or two on Youtube before--" <br><br> And then Harley is pushing her toward the locker room via her shoulders. "Okay, okay!" She says, swallowing before going through the doors. She grew up on sports, but not THIS sport. She grew up in wrestling, jiu-jitsu, all manner of combat sports. She played Tennis recreationally, and swam for fun! Sure she roller bladed, but that was when she was like 12 or 13 years old! How long agao was that? She doesn't want to do the math on it. <br><br> The redhead ends up in the locker room, offering smiles to anyone who regards her, seeing a number of faces that don't look too friendly though, Babs just finds a place to change. She does laugh when Harper joins her though. "She got you too. That's what you get for showing up." She tells the other whilst in mid-change. <br><br> When the announcer voice goes off a few minutes later, Babs is tentatively stepping ... rolling out of the locker room with her pads on, her right hand reaching down to pick at the waistline of her shorts, and the other hand putting her helmet on. <br><br> "Harley!" Barbara calls out. "Who picked the sizes on this stuff!" <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>Dinah's mouth works silently for a moment, "That's... not what I me... I... y'know what? I'm just gonna... stick to pushing. With my arms. Arm pushing. Good old fashioned American shoves."<br><br>She works /very/ hard not to look towards Babs with a wide-eyed 'I may have made a mistake' look. No, she's sure she can handle this.<br><br>Besides! Harper's got that eager vim and vigor going, and Ivy /knows the rules/! She just has to follow their lead!<br><br>Dinah rolls alongside Babs, leaning over to stage whisper, "You /know/ she picked it out personally! It's fine. It's... aerodynamic! Form fitting! You look like you're gonna go... really fast! It looks... fine! Just fine!"<br><br>Dinah puts on a very impassive mask. She is /not/ going to let on whether or not she's being genuine.<br><br>Because torturing your friends shows you care.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:574|Pamela Isley (574)}} has posed:'''<br>Yes, that's right, Harper. That viridian-hued redhead already in gear is indeed the one and only Poison Ivy. And, it is not just Harper that noticed as there is a murmur going through the crowd that Ivy may be coming out onto the rink shortly. Apparently, the roller derby faithful remember the last time Ivy was on roller skates...<br><br>"Of course I remember the rules, Harley! You tend to remember things like that when you use the baptism by fire methodology of learning to play. Like we're doing now, you know?" Yeah. It was an experience. Kinda like how this is going to be.<br><br>And the crowd gets its first look at Pamela as she bypasses the locker room, taking only a moment to put on the skates before rolling to the edge of the rink. The crowd noise actually lowers a few decibels from the surprise of seeing Ivy, in full regalia, strapping on the helmet. Though...she waits to go out onto the rink itself until everyone is ready. "Just stay with Harls and me. When our jammer needs a boost, we can whip her down the rink. And hang on, there are going to be a lot of arms and elbows."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3010|Harper Row (3010)}} has posed:'''<br>"Special helmet? Does it have extra padding? I'm keen on keeping most of my marbles. I'm really fond of 'em!" Harper's voice gets louder and louder as she finds a spot in the changing room to tear off, pull up and cinch pads and straps. "This helmet colour is different to help people target it, isn't it?" Her other clothes turn into a discard pile, no time for nicely hanging any of this stuff up and putting it away in an organized manner.<br><br>Is there a mirror? Harper goes to regard herself quickly as time elapses. The helmet goes on next, crushing her faux-hawk as she wrestles with the chin-strap. "Do we get Denny's if we win?" Harper dashes towards her stuff and reefs out some cosmetics. A dip and dab and she employs a little on-the-spot eye black to smear in twin lines under her eyes.<br><br>She comes rolling out with the rest of the girls, giving her helmet a few good symmetrical swats on either side, as if to clear static on an old television set.<br><br>To the state of garment tightness, she innocently speculates, "That's gonna leave a mark." And she gets her game face on. She's gonna fake it till she makes it. She starts a mantra under her breath, "Speeeeeed."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"What? I know your measures by heart already, Babs dear." The rather salacious wink that comes out of the clownette rather teasing as Harley regards Barbara coming out in that outfit, "Also, it brings in a LOT more crowd." mostly male of course. She claps her hands effusively as the girls seem ready to go. "Alright, you heard Ivy. Center it through us. Don't be scared to call for help. Also, you can use these." and she slaps on her fine hips, "Great for making the other players go right off the rink." followed by a sinister chuckle out of Harley.<br><br>And then their rolling to the rink begins. Almost in slow motion! Harley is all waves and kisses to the public as they chant her name. It's their home turf after all. And she might be developping a cult of personality over here. Scary. More shouts for Ivy are done, as well as to the other new players. This may be a retro activity but still calls a lot of people in Brooklyn apparently!<br><br>"We gonna need to get you gals some stage names for the next games." She tells them. "Think on it. Now let's win this!" and she enters the arena!<br><br>On the other side? Big, mean girls that look tough as nails. With the kind of look that they aren't here to take prisoners tonight. Whatever did they all just get themselves into?!<br> <br><br />
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16054/Chinese food and self doubt
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Move it, kitteh."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was the slightest sniff and affectation of annoyance as Director Furry was displaced from their place of rest upon the sofa, the slightest pat-pat of soft feet only heard by Matt as he settles in to take his seat upon the cushions. For him in his world he heard that faint patter of the rain upon the window, the rustle of the paper bags in his hands, the faintest clink of the glass surface on the coffee table as he set them down. He could also hear that pair of doves that had made a nest in the gutter upon the rooftop. Could hear that slight shuffling of Daisy's movements.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And even the faint bubbling of his lightly flavored soda water.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Alright, got the fried rice here..." Matt's hand rests upon the bag as he considers the contents. "The Szechuan Crispy Chicken. General Tso's... and the egg rolls."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She likely has the other bag across the way. But then he lifts his voice, "As my role of complete and total ruler of this household I am enacting the right of Prima Cibum, and helping myself to one of your egg rolls. Alright?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the rustle of waxy paper, "Alright."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>The kitty moves ..., but not too far. The smell of food is already doing work on the good Director's sensitive nose so it hovers close. Watching. From the Shadows. An apex predator ready to---<br><br>"I will give you a little later." That's Daisy, approaching with the other bag and spotting the furry one 'hiding' on a corner of the couch. The answer she gets is a 'Meow', which could just mean a lot. But the cat then disappears under the couch. As for Daisy? She smiles over at Matt no matter that he can't see her smile, padding over to settle down on the couch. Bare feet. T-shirt and shorts. Ultra casual because she is home. "Are you really going to steal my egg rolls?"<br><br>Pregnant tension in the air until there's a, "Alright." out of Daisy, the grin in her voice heard. "Well, I got us the Chikara Chow mein. I hope Colleen gets a percentage."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Just one..." Matt says, his own smile a little off to the side, those glasses giving her back her own features as he settles into the seat. "A bite, really." He leans over and lowers his hand to the remote control of the television, casually sliding it across the table so it settles precisely in front of her. Challenge delivered, for now with that symbolic motion it becomes her job to find something for her to watch and him to listen to.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's the rustle of the wax paper as he holds up his purloined egg roll and true to his word just takes a small bite. He asks after he swallows, "What's the eymology of Chikara? Is it a family name or..." His brow furrows slightly as he sets the small bag of egg rolls in front of her. "Related to the kanji for Strength I think?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He continues the task of unloading the various food items onto the table, then takes up one of the pair of chopsticks in its paper sleeve, sliding them free and breaking them apart. Once they're settled, however, he tucks into his chicken.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"You never thought about asking her..?" That's Daisy arching an eyebrow as she snatches an egg roll for consumption, "You know you can take more than just a bite and ..." a pause and she hard rolls her eyes. "Oh, I know what this is..." she exhales, reaching over to that egg roll that has only ONE bite and picking it up with a pair of sticks. She holds it up to Matt's face, "You just want to be fed, that's what this is.."<br><br>Reading him like an open book!<br><br>As for the Kanji she considers, "I think it's her family name, but like most japanese names there's a meaning. Strength? It suits her." she smiles faintly, folding her legs under her now as she scoots closer to the food.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Nooo," Matt answers, though he takes a second bite of the egg roll, since it's being offered after all. He chews for a time as he tilts his head slightly to the side, one of those brief moments when she knows he's... hearing something possibly distant. But this one brings no action with it, instead he turns his head slightly in her direction to 'look' at her as he murmurs, "But you're right it's a bit fitting."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He doesn't just enjoy his illicit egg roll, however. He takes up a piece of the fried chicken from his Szechuan spicy version and sets it lightly on one of the small paper plates that comes with their food, rendering unto Caesar her due and letting her share of his dishes as well. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's only after the television is on and they've been indulging for a little bit that he says, "So today."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He starts, "Not much going on to report. Foggy is still chasing down that schoolboard issue for the Swenson's. No foot traffic. Oh you'd have loved it, Girl Scouts came by."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His eyebrows rise as he reflects as he updates her on his day, then asks her about hers. "You?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Food is made for sharing between two people so that's what Daisy does, getting Matt some chow mein and taking some of the chicken for herself with a little side of egg rolls from time to time. She's content to just /be/ for a few moments, away from all the stress that is their lives, just going through a little chit chat where they can vent out a little. Speak of nothing or everything. The talk about the girl scouts does have her chuckle.<br><br>"Oh yea, did you know I was refused from joining them?" Probably because she was a bit of a delinquent when she was younger, "The gall of those girls. And let me guess, they left some girl scout cookies. Which Foggy kept for himself." she waves her chopsticks in Matt's direction, "You need to fight for your right to the food, Matt!" even if it's a losing battle against Foggy.<br><br>The question about her day has her purse her lips thoughtfully. "I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you." Because she's a spy. But then she sighs, "Spent most of the day following some leads regarding a certain guest we have from the Greek pantheon." Yes, she means Ares. "It means scouring through a lot of security footage."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Really?" Matt says as he chews, swallows, then he gestures at her with his chopsticks. "Was it because you showed up at the first meeting with a shiv and demanded they give you all the cookies?" Those words said so casually and off-handedly, no true sentiment to them.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then his eyebrows raise, "But nooo, they had no cookies on them. They were just taking orders. I agreed for one of each. Foggy..." Matt's lip curls up as he shakes his head a little, "I swear he had a list, it was like a deposition he was just... telling these kids his requirements and it was... elaborate."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That said he nods slowly, chewing a bit more.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she starts about her day he follows along with her words, nodding his head. Smirking about the threat to kill him. At the mention of a 'god' his eyebrows rise with a slight exhaled chuff of breath that likely isn't a positive feeling given. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That doesn't sound like fun."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yet she can read him easily, can tell that his thoughts aren't entirely on that aspect of her job, or that particular case. Instead she can get that subtle hint that something had been brought into his thoughts that had been there before. And then finally given voice, "You ever... given thought to what you might want to do after SHIELD?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Look, I had a goth phase..." That's what Daisy defends herself with, stuffing some more food into her mouth, "I am sure Jemma was one. I will have to ask ..." another egg roll down the gullet before she listens to what Matt says next, "He had elaborate requests for the cookies?" typical Foggy.<br><br>But the conversation moves along easily, "It's not all glamour and spy missions at SHIELD. Lots of work behind a keyboard. But you know that already with being a lawyer." tv series have a way of making it a show of glamour too. Yet she knew Matt's head was somewhere else so she eats in silence for a bit, almost in invitation for him to bring up the subject that's been going through his head. The answer back is silence, at least a bit, as Daisy considers the question.<br><br>"I often try not to, but I have." She admits in a softer tone, "Maybe settle down somewhere nice and quiet. And no, I don't mean a farm." she looks at Matt and asks him, "Is that what's on your mind? What you will want to do after?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A slight nod is given, "I could imagine Jemma having a Goth phase." Though how he perceives Goths might be a curious explanation to give. Yet he does not elaborate. Instead he adds a second nod when she asks about Foggy's requirements for his cookie order. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then as she spoke to him a bit it was his turn to focus a little more on eating as he adds some soy sauce to the fried rice and then proceeds to poke at it with his chopsticks. His head tilts to the side slightly as he listens to her, giving another small chuff at the mention of police and justice procedurals on television.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's that quiet between them for a bit, his eyebrows rising when she finally speaks about her thoughts toward the future. At the mention of a farm he lets his smile grow a little. When she asks her question? His answer is a quiet, "Sort of."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another piece of chicken is picked up with his chopsticks, but then he sets it down. Perhaps foregoing food for the moment and instead he murmurs, "Was thinking about it for myself. Sort of realizing that I don't have... an infinite amount of time to..." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He shakes his head a little and turns it to the side, then turns back. "To make the difference I want to make in the world?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lowers his head, working at the corner of his mouth thoughtfully before he says. "But you see yourself ending your career with SHIELD? Not going somewhere else?" Then his lip curls up slightly, "Not private sector?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"I meant her being a girl scout..." Daisy sounding absolutely aghast that Matt would think Jemma, the most british person she knew, could have been a Goth. But then she gets to pondering, "Though you might be right ..., now I will definitely have to ask her." about being a girl scout or a goth? Por que no los dos?<br><br>Daisy settles back against the couch, chopstick still holding a egg roll as she listens, "None of us have that infinite time to do it." she points out, even if those Inhuman genes do help in the longevity thing. To some. She has no idea how they might affect her. Still, she reaches over to brush her shoulder against his so he can feel her proximity. "Matt, you always think you aren't doing enough. But you are. Answer honestly, do you ever think you will get to a point where you feel you have done enough?"<br><br>As for leaving SHIELD? "The money doesn't really matter much to me so going private sector I don't see myself doing. It would have to be a pretty big cause for me to leave SHIELD." for some reason it seems she has a cause in mind but she doesn't voice it just now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A small chuckle escapes him and he seems almost ready to defend his position. Likely already building up an argument of Jemma as Goth, citing possible similarities and connections... but he cedes the point with that wry small smile she usually sees at the corner of his mouth. "You should."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ask her he means.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he feels that slight touch of her shoulder against his and his smile eases, head lowering slightly as he returns that small pressure. "Mmm. I just know that... there'll come a time when..." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pause and he lifts his chin a little, nibbling at his lower lip as he reforms those words he was about to say, "Jumping across rooftops is a game for the young. Right? There'll come a time when I just can't do it. When I hit that point... I want to be able to look at... _something_, I don't know what... but something. That lets me feel like it was a good thing that I did."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He holds up a hand then as if to stay her argument, then he presses on. "Just I've seen some other people who have taken a similar path. Seen those sacrifices they made."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As to what he thinks about those sacrifices, he doesn't elaborate. Instead he tries to shift direction as he asks with a quirked eyebrow. "What do you feel would be big enough to shift you away from SHIELD?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>The food plate is carefully set aside as Daisy is pretty much stuffed by now. she considers Matt's worries, his doubts and words, "The people of Hell's Kitchen, and New York, already know the Daredevil did. And so did Matt Murdock. I see it every time I go to your office for a visit, how they smile hopefully that will help them. Or when we rush to save someone when in costume." and yes, she knows she can't see their smiles, "But more importantly, I can feel their happiness. You can too, I know it. Isn't that enough?" a pause before she continues, "You are right that we are not getting younger. Maybe we should make a deal, when one of us hangs the cape the other does too."<br><br>"And then we can figure out what we want to after." And no, she doesn't elaborate what she thinks would be big enough to move her away from SHIELD. That will be for another time!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:183|Matt Murdock (183)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Maybe..." Matt says and she knows that tone of his words, that hint that there are other inhibitions that are passing through his thoughts, perhaps some unvoiced though it's clear he doesn't seem inclined to elaborate on them. He tilts his head to the side and meets her gaze, "Maybe I just need some sort of... capstone. Something for even when I get all..." His lip curls up, "All doddering and grumpy on that farm so I can remember it. Even while I'm shaking my cane at the neighbor's kids stomping so loudly through our pastures."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He settles back on the seat, turning to the side, bringing his leg up to rest it across his knee. "But anyways, that's what's been preying on my thoughts lately." A beat then he adds. "A little."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He lifts his chin, "So alright, back to it though. Greek Pantheon stuff." And with that he changes the topic.<br> <br><br />
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15544/Talk to the Wall
2023-08-17T23:50:25Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>The conversation between Diana and the Wall had been a long time coming after the Amazon Princess discovered the truth about the Suicide Squad. Or at least part of the truth. A meeting had eventually been set between a supposed representative that led the team and Diana. The location? Belle Reve prison. Perhaps not the most glamorous of places but it's told Amanda Waller rules here.<br><br>To receive Diana was a tall, muscular man. Angular features, clearly military. He greets Diana with a sharp nod, "Good evening, Princess Diana." a beat, "I am Colonel Rick Flagg. I will bring you to Ms. Waller. Please come with me." the man starting to lead her through the halls of the prison. They do not go through any cells of course, corridors leading mostly through office spaces that are emptied at the moment besides a few guards and soldiers here and there. They watch the approach with some surprise, clearly not having been informed of this.<br><br>"It's not often we get visitors of such reknown." Flagg says as they walk, breaking the silence after a while. "I hope you are able to find what you are looking for." he smiles just so as they start approaching the end of the hallway where a pair of closed doors are at. Beyond? Amanda Waller. And the truth behind the Suicide Squad.<br><br>But can Diana handle the truth?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana does not visit prisons very often, if you can believe that. She's helped put a lot of people in them, maybe even this one. But with business pending here today, she arrives, and she arrives dressed in a crimson hued business attire skirt and blazer outfit. With her hair tied back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes covered by a pair of black framed glasses that help give her a air of regality, and professionalism, Wonder Woman meets Mister Flag, and she offers him a sweet soft smile with her crimson painted lips.<br><br> "Thank you, Mister Flag." She even tells him in her naturally smokey voice as he escorts her to Waller's office, or wherever the woman may be residing here today!<br><br> Once there, Diana is ushered inside, her eyes quickly moving to fall upon Amanda's location, and she greets her too with a smile. She's no reason to be anything but pleasant with her, even if she's come on less than stellar terms.<br><br> "Thank you for seeing me, Miss Waller." The Princess is quick to say upon arriving, offering her extended right hand to the other woman to shake as well, Diana's heeled shoes carrying her a couple inches over six feet in height this afternoon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>The doors open to a rather spartan-looking office. Void of most decorations save file cabinets and a computer on the desk. A few papers are around but the impression made is that this is quite the neat, organized person.<br><br>Even if she isn't that tall, standing at a very non-impressive 5'1" tall. Size doesn't seem to matter to the woman as she meets Diana's gaze directly, studying her posture and manner. "Of course. Least I could do to one of the heroes of Earth." she replies easily, extending her hand to shake Diana's, her grip strong even if certainly not as strong as an Amazon! "Please, sit." she gestures to one of the chairs, waiting for her to settle down before sitting behind her table.<br><br>"What brings you all the way to Belle Reve, Princess Diana?" it's the kind of tone that's telling she has a good idea of what it is.<br><br>Flagg makes his way into the room too and closes the door behind them, stepping to a side and folding his arms together as he listens to the conversation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana does indeed perch herself upon the edge of the chair, her back kept straight as she affords another look over to Flag to see that he's electing to stay and participate in the meeting, even if peripherly. She looks back to Amanda then when the woman seems to wish to get straight to it.<br><br> Another warm smile is given to Amanda before Diana lays her hands together over her lap, and lowers her pointed chin ever-so-slightly. "Yes, well. I am sure that you heard about my involvement in the situation at the Technology Convention in Atlantic City?" Diana starts, her heavily accented English pleasantly enjoyable to most ears. "I... had quite an interaction with one Wade Wilson there-after, and a dear friend in Harleen Quinzel. Both of them... well they both spoke of some rather concerning information about a possible project that you are in command of?" She states, and also poses as a question at the same time. <br><br> Another look is sent to Rick on Diana's right side, but she doesn't linger it long as she regards Waller again within a mere second or so.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>Flagg seems to be mostly on listening duty now, perhaps here to give his opinion even if requested but mostly he listens, lips pressed to a thin line as they get right to it. Not that he expected any different. Waller isn't the type to lose time with niceties.<br><br>"Yes, I have received the report." Waller assures Diana in a calm manner, resting back on her chair, "I have spoken with them after. And the rest of the team. They had a story to tell." one of her eyes twitches as she recalls the crayons Deadpool used to depict it all, "An operation against AIM, done with some success. That technology won't be coming out to the streets anytime soon." she leans forward after, "What concerns do you have about the group?" a beat as she considers the next words.<br><br>"About the Suicide Squad."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana is about to speak again when Amanda interjects with the group's name. The name alone seems to strike a chord inside the Princess' mind, but her head gently shakes side to side once. "Well, according to what the two of them told me, and bare in mind Mister Wilson was under the influence of my lasso's compelling properties to urge him to tell the truth as he perceieves it to be... This, team, sounds as though they are being forced in to performing tasks for you, under the threat of their own personal harm, should they reject you." She replies, taking a second before continuing.<br><br> "I was told there were, or are... implants. Explosives being put inside of them as well?" She questions now with a tilt of her head toward her right shoulder, her expression clearly questioning on such a method.<br><br> "All of this, is concerning to me." She softly adds then.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>"Do you know how valuable time is? For someone like you?" Amanda replies, dark gaze fixed directly on Diana's, unafraid. And perhaps worst of all a full believer in what she is saying, "On average 4.7 people die for every minute you spend here with me. We factor the rest of the Justice League in and those numbers increase. In the past this metric had been higher. 7.6 in the last year. 10.4 on the previous." Waller shakes her head slowly. "You know this already I am sure, but we have /not/ been winning the fight against crime."<br><br>A pause as she looks to Flagg, then back, "The only way we figured to make casualties decrease was implementing more effective teams. Like this one. Taking care of dangers before they come to your attention." she explains, "Before those dangers become insurmountable and you and the rest of the League needs to be called. That is how we save lives in the suicide squad."<br><br>"These former criminals, they are given a choice to be part of it. Forced? Hardly so, but they get benefits, like reduced sentences. Or in the case of your friend, making sure she doesn't get behind bars again."<br><br>The woman pauses, letting that sink in before adding, "You are free to use your famed lasso on me if you do not believe my words."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br> Diana's stare straightens as she sits on the edge of the chair on the other side of the desk from Waller. She drops the inside of her dark eyebrows down a little, creating a crease between her brows, as some measure of what the other woman says seems to disagree with the Themysciran.<br><br> "We do not turn convicted criminals in to puppets of our own desires, let alone rogue agents at our beck and call... Amanda..." Diana states, using her first name to trying and sooth some of her words here. "This isn't right. There are any number of ways to create a team of capable individuals, to help push for justice, and safety of innocents, but this is... this is nefarious."<br><br> Diana draws in a breath then, her shoulders rising a little as she tilts her chin down again, her eyes on Amanda's through the vanity glasses she's wearing upon her nose. "I am rather certain this is entirely not legal, either. How you have managed to get such a thing in motion is perplexing to me, and concerning that you would think it to be a good idea in the first place. I am not sure what your intentions here truly are, but I urge you to shut this down before something terrible comes from it."<br><br> All of this is said from the Princess, without giving any consideration to Rick at her side.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>Waller even opens her arms briefly to the side as if to show she's talking serious about the lasso usage, the woman's unwavering stare remaining squarely on Diana's. This is clearly not someone easily intimidated, or scared, the briefest hints on that gaze of someone that has gone through a lot in life, "You call them puppets and I call them serving society and becoming better themselves. Perhaps some of them will realize they can do better by helping instead of..." she gestures around her, "... doing whatever brought them to this place. Yet don't be mistaken, this is not about them, but about the innocents they can and do save in every mission they go in."<br><br>"Not more illegal than the CIA." she notes, lips creasing to a line, "And you know we won't shut down. Yet I am willing to listen to your suggestions. It's why we are having this conversation after all."<br><br>Flagg remains quiet for now, like a nice ornament on the wall. A 6 foot tall, solidly muscled ornament.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br>The response that Amanda gives to Diana, causes the Princess to gently exhale.&nbsp;&nbsp;She glances away to the side of the room opposite from where Flag stands, then regards Amanda again, a moment later.<br><br>"I would like the names of everyone involved in this project, top to bottom." Diana states, though does she really have the authority to ask for such a thing? She is an Ambassador, she's a prominent member of the Justice League, but she's not ... in one of the infamous alphabet agencies, nor an elected official of anything within the United States.<br><br>"This, by all accounts, feels like a team of rogue assets, being put in to some shadowy strike force, under the penalty of punishment if they do not comply.&nbsp;&nbsp;But, perhaps I am wrong.&nbsp;&nbsp;This is why I am here, Amanda.&nbsp;&nbsp;Please, provide me with all of the details on what this team is, their mandate, and a clarification on the options that its team members have to both participate, or choose not to participate, either immediately or down the road.&nbsp;&nbsp;I need to know if these people are being treated fairly, because the conversation that I had with both Mr. Wilson and Ms. Quinzel would indicate that this was forced labor, under threat of something potentially terrible should they wish not to play in this game you have created."<br><br>She pauses.<br><br>"I have helped you with this, Amanda.&nbsp;&nbsp;Be it bringing in Ms. Quinzel, or Ms. Darkholme.&nbsp;&nbsp;I do not want to regret my involvement in this.&nbsp;&nbsp;I ask that you provide me with full disclosure on all of the details of this group..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>Amanda's gaze narrows back at Diana. This isn't the kind of woman used to relinquishing control of anything. So she remains in silence for a time, considering. Or perhaps they entered a stalemate. The silence lingers almost as if it would turn into a breaking point but eventually there is a cough.<br><br>From the ornament.<br><br>"Perhaps we could show Ms. Prince what we do convince my teammates to work with us." the man says. A pause as he waits for Waller who just nods for the man to continue talking and Flagg does so, "Many work for us to reduce their prison sentences, others because they get to go out of their cells. Yet for it to work we need a reasonable threat to keep some of the more dangerous elements in line. The missions are already hard as is without having to worry about someone thinking on escaping, or simply killing for the fun of it. It's why the idea that they have explosives in their heads came up."<br><br>He goes towards the computer screens, pulling up a few images, "We have someone working for us that is quite good with illusions. That someone was able to do a very convincing act about a few convict's heads exploding during a mission, all fabricated by us. From there it was simply waiting for the rumor to spread."<br><br>"If you want more information I am sure Director Waller can give you more info on the operation..." Flagg says with a brief nod, but then Waller intervenes and adds, "I can offer you information to an extent, there are many redacted parts that I can't obviously offer anyone. Not even a prestiged member of the Justice League like you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br>When Flag begins to try and offer some measure of explanation for the explosives angle on coercing these people in to obedience, Diana gives him her undivided attention.&nbsp;&nbsp;His explanation doesn't really settle well within her either.&nbsp;&nbsp;Another back and forth look is given to both Waller, and her partner, before Diana draws in a light breath through her pert nose.<br><br>"This is immoral." She tells them both, simply stating her viewpoint on it.&nbsp;&nbsp;"I am sure you both have convinced yourselves that this is a means to an end.&nbsp;&nbsp;That this will garner the results that you desire, and since it is with 'criminals' that that somehow justifies it..." She trails off there, letting that sink in as she shakes her head side to side softly just once.<br><br>"I do not support this." She states, as she moves to stand up from her chair.&nbsp;&nbsp;"I ask that all information, a full roster of those who you are manipulating like this, be sent to me by the end of the week... and if not, well, I will go public with everything you have told me here today.&nbsp;&nbsp;If you are confident in your standing with all of this, then I doubt that will bother you.&nbsp;&nbsp;But if you are not... well, I suggest you provide me with full disclosure on the details.&nbsp;&nbsp;These people.. may have earned a place in a prison cell, but that does not equate to forced servitude under the guise of being murdered."<br><br>The Princess gives Flag another look, this one sharper than she's stared upon him up to this point.&nbsp;&nbsp;But Waller, Waller gets Diana's last jagged gaze.&nbsp;&nbsp;"I thought better of you, Amanda." She states before she turns to take her leave.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:296|Amanda Waller (296)}} has posed:'''<br>"The world is not black and white, Wonder Woman." Waller talking again, unwavering stare! "We all must make hard decisions, and this is mine. The world isn't fair, we can only hope to level the odds." she says back at the Princess when the Amazonian begins to get up to leave.<br><br>"I can have the info on those involved in the project sent to you." She eventually concedes, folding her arms together, "What will you do with the information though?"<br><br>It's clear she doesn't want that information to be circulating around.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:168|Diana Prince (168)}} has posed:'''<br>Standing once more, her heels carrying her well over six feet, Diana stares across the desk to Amanda.&nbsp;&nbsp;The question is met with a second or two of silence, before the Princess responds.&nbsp;&nbsp;"I plan to speak to every single one of the members, to let them know that if they do not wish to be apart of this, that I will help them find a way out of it.&nbsp;&nbsp;Additionally, I plan to make sure that it is well known that I do not endorse this, even if I helped you by bringing you two of your team's members."&nbsp;&nbsp;Another little breath is taken, allowing another small pause.<br><br>"Amanda.&nbsp;&nbsp;This is hubris.&nbsp;&nbsp;I believe you feel that these people have specific skills, that you would like to put to use in ways that you believe would push a positive outcome. However, you cannot form your own team of 'Untouchables' by force, and coersion. I have said my peace, however, and I will stop with the lectures, for now.&nbsp;&nbsp;I look forward to the information coming to my Embassy.&nbsp;&nbsp;You know where to send it."<br><br>Another light nod is given to Waller then, along with a measuring stare sent toward Flag.&nbsp;&nbsp;Diana's memory is flawless, she'll remember his face, and for some reason she feels that might be of use for later...<br><br>The Princess turns then, and begins to see herself out.<br> <br><br />
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15636/To dine an elf
2023-08-17T13:59:19Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>No matter how much their svartalfar guest may be disliked diplomacy is still diplomacy, specially where it comes to keeping the peace in Asgard. For even warriors understand that they fight for peace.<br><br>Even if peace means dinner and having to wear those ceremonial clothes. Not that Brunnhilde ever wore those, normally going to every function in her armor or something warrior-like. So it might be with some suspicion that Sif gets an invitation to meet up at Hilde's room so she can help the valkyrie 'choose adequate clothing'. So sus.<br><br>And worst of all is when Sif makes her way in and finds Hilde there that she says the kind of words that can bring dread to even Odin himself.<br><br>"So, I have a cunning plan."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>That stopped Sif in her tracks as she stood still at the door, having closed it behind her, hand still on the knob. Meaning she could make a break for it. Yet, she also knew Hilde and the idea of what this might be up to was too tempting for her to step away from it. <br><br>She let go of the door and moved further into the room. At the moment, she was in her armor but sans helmet. She was just more comfortable in it. She moved to sit, hand moving to the hilt of her weapon and shifting the balance so she could sit on the armless chair nearby without it snagging anything.<br><br>"Do tell."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Hilde, for her part, is dressed in a lighter armor today. Never can be too careful with a dark elf around after all, even if it's her own room. Blade isn't in sight but with Dragonfang's retrieval it's not like it needs to be as she can call it just like Thor does. Which Hilde has made sure to show off a few times by now. She grins as Sif seems willing to hear at least, or maybe even into the plan itself.<br><br>"So, I don't believe this guy when he's telling he's here for peace." she says, which she pretty much had demonstrated rather publicly already when they met him face to face, "And it's our duty to get to the bottom of this, as such this will begin with one of us getting drop dead drunk.."<br><br>Oh, this is going great already.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>There was a nod of Sif's head in agreement that this guy was not here for peace. Though she wasn't sure what he was here for. Because it really didn't make a lot of sense after they were finally defeated from so many centuries of fighting. But what if he was telling the truth? <br><br>Neither here nor there. She didn't trust him. Odin had made his decision already. Everything was already settled. <br><br>At mention of one of them getting that drunk, Sif's eyebrows lifted in surprise as she grinned a little.<br><br>She knew that this meant pretending to be drunk. At least, she thought it did. "You might be the better choice for that role but depends on the rest of the plan," she surmised.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Psheh, you are a great drunk too." Hilde waves her hand off dismissively on whether she is a better one or not. Though wait, was that an insult or a praise? "The idea is getting to a state that we will look easy pickings if it gets to a duel." she shares a bit more of the plan. <br><br>"Enough that when we insult him thoroughly he feels confident enough to challenge us to a duel for his honor." She grins mischievously. "Which will be a mistake. We will beat him to a pulp. And then ..." she pauses for dramatic momentum, " ... we will extract the truth out of him. For the winner always takes something out of the loser. And in this case, we'd force him to tell the truth of him being there."<br><br>She looks pleased with herself. "Kelda's magic should assure it too."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>There was a flash of a smile from Sif at her ability to be drunk. Because yes, she had been that way more than once in her life. And would be again. It was sort of required as an Asgardian. Fighting and drinking. Though those were just parts of a whole, of course. <br><br>Yet an important pair.<br><br>Listening to the idea, she nodded a bit as she considered the plan from various angles. "It seems a ...solid plan. Though getting him to challenge might be tricky. He didn't rise to your taunts upon his arrival so I'm not sure if he will then. Unless he too is in his cups."<br><br>She nodded then, a decisive motion. "I like it. I'm in."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmmm, you are right..." Hilde rubs at her chin in a considering manner, "We will have to make this a two-pronged attack." she tells the other warrior. "You get drunk, I convince him to drink ...., the spirit of Asgard demands it after all."<br><br>If anything Hilde is a great enabler. Only the most stoic have been able to resist drinking along with Hilde in the past.<br><br>"Besides, we will be having the best mead Asgard has to offer.." She lets out a laugh, "Those scrawny elves drink one goblet and they are already dropping dead." she grinning mischievously.<br><br>"Let's get to work."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>And thus the plan was hatched. With Sif in the role of drunken tormenter of their Svartalf guest. Not that she minded. Though she felt like Brunnhilde was the better taunter, she had no problem in trying on the role. Plus Brunnhilde /was/ more affable and thus easier for her to get someone drinking with her than it would be for Sif.<br><br>"They are hearty despite their size. But I have no doubt that by the third glass, he will be too drunk to resist the temptation to challenge."<br><br>And she smiled oh-so-innocently. "And since I will sadly be drunk, I will not realize how I am behaving during a guest rite."<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=15517/Ben%27s_existential_crisis&diff=23513
15517/Ben's existential crisis
2023-08-14T14:59:16Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>Traveling to another dimension tends to shake one up. And that would certainly be understandable. But for Ben Reilly, there is a bit more involved in traveling to another dimension to retrieve Peter Parker, and bringing him back 'home'. It means that with Peter Parker home, Ben Reilly is back to being Ben Reilly. And so once he and Gwen returned with Peter after saving that other universe, he quietly excused himself and slipped away. <br><br>With Peter back, he could not go to Aunt May's place. And for reasons only he could articulate, he did not find his way back to Gwen's Studio. <br><br>Even just that thought, where does he go, contributes to the overall thoughts on the mind of Ben. Does he even really have a place of his own?<br><br>Resisting the urge that pulls him to a few quiet thinking spots that he knows are the same quiet thinking spots that Peter uses, Ben finds himself perched on a water tower overlooking NYU's campus and Washington Square Park. He is still dressed as Spider-man, of course. Is it because he does not have the heart to take that costume off?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>That Ben hadn't returned back to Gwen's studio resounded heavily with the young blonde. Specially after all that had went down with Kraven's attack and the body switching that had occurred. Much had been left unsaid, yet with Peter now returning from where he had been imprisoned it seems as if those talks had been halted.<br><br>Yet if Ben didn't come to her...<br><br>Gwen knew most spots where Peter would go to when he was needing to think. As such he knew most spots Ben would go to as well. Maybe that's why when Ben is settled on that water tower another figure joins him, quiet, landing on the wall next.<br><br>"It suits you." What is she talking about? The suit?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>While it was not quite ghosting, or Ghost Spidering, Ben had managed to slip off upon their return from the alternate dimension. He told Gwen he needed a bit of air. The last thing he wanted to do was wholly vanish. But still...he needed some time.<br><br>For a moment, he is silent, even after she asks her question. Then he turns to look at her, face twisting in a smile beneath the mask. Even in his darknest moments, Gwen was always a bright shining light.<br><br>"Really?" he asks, looking down, and tugging it out a bit as if to see the uniform below him. "Because I kind of feel like it's a 'I stood in for my lookalike for a year while he went to an alternate universe, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt'." He lets the fabric go as it snaps back to him.<br><br>"At least I get to keep this one."<br><br>In case Peter needs him to stand in again, of course.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Everyone knew that it was Ghost Spider that did the Ghosting. Not the other way around! Yet did Gwen think that's what he had done? Hard to tell with the masks on and the suits in the way. Which, by the way, that skin-tight suit did suit her rather well too. As per usual. She continues dangling on the wall casually, legs flipping as the spider turns upside down, still watching Ben.<br><br>"I think you got more than that." She lets that linger for a few moments, standing there. Or rather, hanging there.<br><br>Watching.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>"I thought that was something I earned on my own." That said, there is a broader smile that appears on his lips, and Ben reaches to peel up the bottom of the mask so that Gwen can see it.<br><br>"Believe me, this has been the best year of my life, and the outfit I have been wearing at the time has had almost nothing to do with why."<br><br>He sighs deeply. "Sorry, I am just working through some stuff. I didn't mean to make it sound like..." <br><br>He whips out his hand and fires off a strand of webbing at the Ghost Spider that, unless dodged, will let him pull her over enough so he can wrap his arms around her. "I know that what I say my name is doesn't make any difference to you. And so thank you for that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"You know what I meant." Gwen notes, still dangling down on the wall, almost like a pendulum, left to right, then left. "It takes a special kind of person to be able to wear that suit."<br><br>And to do all the rest Ben had in the last year!<br><br>When Ben lifts part of his mask Gwen does the same, leaving the bottom end in sight so he can see her smile, "Sound like..?" yet her question goes unanswered due to that SNEAKY strand of webbing shot her way which she TOTALLY registers on her danger sense yet makes no motion to step out of the way, letting it pull her over to Ben's arms.<br><br>"And I can say it again if you want.." she whispers, slender arms up around Ben's shoulders, "I love you, Ben Reilly."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>Her question ends much the same way his does, punctuated with a kiss as Ben leans over to take advantage of the flexibility of their masks. Giving Gwen a tight squeeze, he breaks the kiss only slightly enough that he can nod, his nose brushing against hers.<br><br>"I didn't want to sound like I was at all unhappy with my life. I've never been happier." He gives her another squeeze, as if to reassure her of that.<br><br>"I love you, Gwen Stacy," he echoes, another contented sigh slipping out from him.<br><br>"No matter what costume I wear."<br><br>A pause. "Or don't wear."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>The woman's body feels supple, the skin-tight suit leaving little to the imagination of what's underneath as Ben squeezes her tight while they linger on that kiss, Gwen capturing the man's lower lip and suckling it briefly when they break apart.<br><br>"Then tell me what's wrong." She asks of him at last. "If we are to ..." her fingertips move up between their bodies and she brushes them over where their pendants are supposed to be, "I want to help you."<br><br>Those last words do bring a more naughty grin out of Gwen though, accentuated with a dimpling of her cheeks. Oh, she's getting some ideas. "Don't give me ideas." she already has them.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>It is hard to be down in the dumps when Gwen is nearby. That is for certain. But Ben Reilly has a lot of Peter Parker in him, and they both are experts at somehow moping no matter what beautiful woman is at their side. Gwen, though, is a challenge for even that formidable ability.<br><br>"I know," he says, sliding an arm around her waist as she leans in. "I just...other than you, I don't know what my place is in this world." He waves around with his other hand. "This is Peter's city, not mine. And when he was gone, I felt like it was my city, and I _liked_ that." <br><br>He turns to look at Gwen. "Now, I feel like I am just a copy, again. I know, I realize I'm not." A pause. "Well, I am, but I'm not, so..." He sighs. <br><br>"See what I mean?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, congratulations.." Gwen begins in that sometimes pragmatic way of hers, head leaning back so she can look up at Ben as they talk and share that closeness up in that tall skyscraper, only the birds and the wind being witnesses to the two figures high above. ".. you have just figured out what it is to be human. Figuring out what our place in the world is what we are constantly doing, Ben." her tone soft.<br><br>"This isn't Peter's city, or anyone's city. But it needs you. And it needs Peter. You know that now." She tells him, brushing a finger over his revealed cheek.<br><br>"And I need you here too." she adds in a softer tone. "You are your own person." a beat, "The person I -want-." emphasis on that last word.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>There is a flat expression on Ben's face. "So is today my birthday, then?" He shakes it off almost immediately, not wanting to sound bitter to her. It is certainly not her fault, his lot in life. "I know what you mean. I guess...I don't know, having a fake childhood doesn't help prepare one for this sort of thinking, I guess?"<br><br>He considers those words, and shrugs. "Do they, though? Or do they just need me when Peter isn't around?"<br><br>The last part is hard to escape, and he nods, giving her another squeeze. "I know. And I'm the luckiest man in the world for that. So don't think I take that for granted. Even if I am nothing else, at least I am that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"It could be." Is the immediate response out of the mischievous Gwen, the playful manner in which she says it quite telling before fingertips leave Ben's cheek and rest against his chest. "Then let's find you another identity. Different from Spider-Man. You used to go by Scarlet Spider, we can work on that..." a thought, "Or something different.., I could drag you over to meet Janet."<br><br>"She designed my suit after all." Something she never gets tired of SHARING.<br><br>"We could get one for you." A chuckle. "And yes, I know what you will say. That girls think shopping solves everything. Well, maybe not everything but it can be a start." she suggests, bringing her mask fully off so that mess of a blond hair tumbles freely down shoulders and reveals her eyes to him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>Looking down at the Spider-man suit he is still wearing, Ben nods. "Maybe that might help. Maybe it'd be different if I didn't always feel like an imitation of him, and wearing his costume..." He sighs softly. "I really should meet her one of these days. You look amazing in her work." He grins. "Not that you don't look amazing _out_ of her work, too." Is that a hint of a smile coming back?<br><br>He slips the mask off as well, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. "Maybe I should dye my hair too, just like you."<br><br>Leave it to a Parker to find a landmine in a pleasant convo.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"I will set something up with her. Hope you aren't allergic to coke." Hol' up. And Gwen says it so naturally too. She does smile when she spots that hint of a smile on Ben's expression too. "That's better, that's the Ben I know.." she whispers.<br><br>The comment about her dyeing her hair has Gwen arching a brow at him. Really? "I will buy the stuff and we will do it tonight."<br><br>Notice how that wasn't phrased as a question.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:874|Ben Reilly (874)}} has posed:'''<br>"No, but I do have a pretty strong preference for Pepsi." <br><br>Ben's smile is coaxed out further as he sees Gwen smile. It is certainly hard to be sad when she is so close and nearby.<br><br>He blinks a bit as his joke seemingly backfires. "Uh." Good job, Reilly.<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=15425/ASGARD_ASCENDANT:_The_Ambassador&diff=23441
15425/ASGARD ASCENDANT: The Ambassador
2023-08-01T18:38:31Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Since the end of the war with the Svartalfar there had been celebration. The streets had been alive for the first several weeks, for the war had been long and cold as the Winter, but in the end it blazed with life until its undoing. The end was brought on with Malekith's death and Asgard finally knew what it was to have a true peace.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There had been wild celebrations, feasts were had, drinks were poured, and through it all a new life could be seen in the streets of the Golden City and the realm beyond. It was a rush of indulgence, yet through it all there was a hint of trepidation. For the future now was a thing in flux. The collective breath of the people was held for it was unsure how the path of history would unfold, and where Asgard would find itself as matters shook out.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which led to this day in the same year some six months later. Odin had risen from his sleep, court was held though often in his absence. In his stead at times one brother or another would preside. Often standing beside the golden throne, or one step down upon the dais. Matters were brought forth, issues dealt with, only rarely was Odin brought forth. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is why on this day Thor held stead for the now. Though he did not look pleased. Oh he did not look openly bored or annoyed as he would have in the old days of his youth. Yet one could see the way his one-eyed gaze drifted over the court while small matters were decided. Sometimes one of the wizened Asgardians of the council would look up and seek his agreement. Often he would give it with a nod or a hand gesture. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Today, however, matters were interrupted. When a guard broke over the discussion.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"And so, I feel it would be best for us to make sure that the mining rights for the land in question go to those who supported our efforts in Alfheim. 'Tis only fair their sacrifice reap some reward..." The elder Asgardian spoke eloquently as he advanced his case.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when the guard broke in, standing between the two guards at the main doors and speaking for some reason over the major domo who seemed to be objecting, "My lords, I am bidden to announce an Ambassador!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Some things never change.<br><br>It had been perhaps a few centuries since Brunnhilde had been in one of these gatherings, and normally always presided by Odin himself. Today it was Thor but then again he was striking quite the figure looking similar to his father. What with only having one eye and so. Hilde looked none too pleased though because there was no love lost between her and Odin. And if Thor was turning into Odin? Well, that means the hostility would need to pass onto his son by Hilde-logic. And oh look, they are talking about mining rights. Good grief, how do they not fall asleep?<br><br>Which of course Hilde finds it in herself to lean closer to Sif to ask just that, "How do you not you fall asleep on these?" It's whispered, but so many people with sharp senses. Who knows who will listen? Not that she minds, she had fallen asleep in past meetings but then ..., a new challenger enters the fray. Or in this case a messenger.<br><br>And an Ambassador? Now this could turn interesting. She grins wolf-like.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"You presume I am awake?" <br><br>The response was whispered just as low but thankfully the murmur going through the court at the announcement of an unscheduled ambassador had people abuzz as they theorized who it might be. Sif glanced over at Hilde with a grin that mirrored that of her friend. "A skilled warrior can sleep with their eyes open, ever aware of danger that might lurk in the shadows." <br><br>And she managed to Not chuckle, making her very proud of herself. Though she had rumors of such things, she had never actually seen it in person. Even after all these years.<br><br>She found herself looking toward the doors then to Thor, gauging his reaction.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vintridr's opinion of Odin Glad-Of-War may be mixed, but Asgard is still where her roots are, and a celebration of war's end is not one she'd miss. She's seated with the other Valkyrior, and can't keep from a smirk at Sif's comment. She opens her mouth to contribute her own jest to the thread spun, but - much like everyone else at the table - her head twitches to look at the commotion at the entrance the moment she hears a voice is raised. Some instincts die hard.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Not just an ambassador, but one who wasn't invited yet feels they should have been. Who might this be?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As for Thor he had indeed become all the more attentive, his manner and features curiously similar to Brunnhilde and Sif's for he too was using that old soldier's trick. The steady gaze at a distance and then letting one's gaze to relax... and embracing that subtly more restful state. But now he rested a hand on the arm of the throne, Gungnir standing behind it like some grim reminder of the strength behind that seat of power. His brow knit together as he lifted a hand to gesture at the guardsman.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Speak," he said simply.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guardsman, his features stern as he pulled at his arm which had been grasped partially by one of the others on duty at the door. He turned, "Your highness, Prince Thor. Bide but a moment."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that the guardsman turned and through the grand archway he went. True to his word it was but a moment before through that way he reemerged this time with a tall thin figure in white armor and a curved narrow-bladed sword at his side. A grey and tan cloak curved around his shoulders, framing the full helm that had a raven resplendent as its crest.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once entered the figure advanced and then knelt precisely at the twelfth pace mark where foreign dignitaries were shown to. It bowed, then removed the helm to reveal a pale elvish face of indistinct gender. They rose at the gesture from Thor. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The figure was then announced by the impertinent guardsman who made several of the courtly councilors quite displeased. "This is the former Baron of Ravenshome, V'ren^^^Taal Virren V'ren. Formerly General in the forces of Svartalfar."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which caused some small murmur within the court.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"You only say that because you don't snore like I do." Hilde. Known for her powerful snore. And even if she does snort amusedly her attention is swiftly taken to the entrance hallway from where supposedly the Ambassador will walk in from.<br><br>"I have this wild guess ..." Hilde is telling Vin before a pause as the elvish one comes making way inside and she snorts again, "Figured." she does adjust Dragonfang on it's sheath, hand casually resting on it once the Ambassador walks closed and drops to a knee on that specific place meant for them. For all that Hilde slept through these meetings she knew exactly where they were supposed to stand. One inch further? Dragonfang would had tasted elven blood.<br><br>"A General? We have some cells ready for those that actively participated in the war against Asgard.", she smiles, teeth showing. "Are you here to turn yourself in?" Yes, Hilde is playing the bad cop in this equation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Did that mean she expected one of them to be the good cop? Not likely in this particular crowd of friends.<br><br>Sif had turned to track the visitor, noting the weapon they carried and they way they moved. But when they were revealed to be a member of their former, though recently defeated, enemies, Sif stood taller. She shifted her position, spacing herself a little further and making sure she was at the front of the crowd instead of others nobles having a spot in front of her to hide her boredom. No hand to her weapon but she was ready should it become necessary.<br><br>This was far more interesting than mining rights.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vintridr does ''not'' tense. She does ''not'' go still. She very definitely does ''not'' shift ever so slightly in her seat to ascertain herself of the presence of her weapons.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And she ''absolutely'' does not exchange a quick glance with the rest of the Valkyrior to ensure that her kin are likewise very definitely not doing so.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of course, the 'general' would have to be an utter fool to attempt to start something in this place and at this time... But treachery was ever the Svartalfr way. Anything might happen.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Prince Thor," The new arrival said with a rich voice that seemed... practiced. For even with the gift of All-Speech one could tell their precision and diction is being focused upon. The Baron speaks slowly, deliberately, watching ahead with strong attention.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It pleases me to be the first of the Svartalfar to speak in these halls in fourteen hundred years. It pleases me to bring glad tidings. For I am come with wishes of peace. Between our people. We would have no more war. We have paid a great price. Shed so much blood. We would have no more of it. Tell us what we must do to regain the trust of Asgard, and for her to lower her sword of war."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As this dark elf spoke, Thor watched. His gaze flicked over briefly toward where Sif, Vin, and Brunnhilde sat, perhaps gauging their reaction. Brunnhilde's snarl and threat was not the only one murmured in the hall, for it was clear the arrival of this figure was not well met. Other threats and some not as kindly phrased were heard.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor looked back and then says in a carefully moderated tone. "I would wish it be so that I could take satisfaction in your pleasure at these accomplishments. Baron." That last word is said in a tone that is flat. As if he too were putting his words through some sort of mental filter. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pause that hangs longer than one might expect. A period of five heartbeats before Thor speaks again.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You. Speak for all your people?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Svartalfar responds. "I speak for my people. We hold Svartalfar though there are recalcitrant souls that we contest with. Warriors uncomfortable with their freedom now that Malekith is gone. Old houses with ancient rivalries. I represent the majority of my people. And we would ask Asgard's aid in bringing our realm peace."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which caused Thor's good eye to narrow.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"You mean war bands of dark elves that belonged to Malekith and now roam freely through your lands killing and destroying it because you weren't strong enough to fight Malekith from the start." Hilde putting it as she sees it. Direct and without filters. She snorts again. "I don't recall your people coming here to help in the fight, not even a cadre of well-intentioned rebels willing to face off against Malekith's tyranny."<br><br>"And now you come here for peace. Ah!" The valkyrie folds her arms together and just as it seems she might continue with her tirade against this General she adds, "You are bold. I like it." a solemn nod given.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif holds her tongue. Not that she wants to but Hilde seems to have access to Sif's brain and thus is speaking the words she might. Although Sif would like to think she'd be a tad more diplomatic about it. After all, her parents would expect nothing less after hammering those lesses into her.<br><br>Though there is one thing that wasn't asked and she feels like she really needs to add it so there is a single question added in a low tone. And her words are to the Prince, not to the Ambassador. <br><br>"A majority can be as small as 51%. I would want to be certain of their number."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vin scowls, but holds her peace for now. Adding her own voice to the accusations would accomplish little. If it's to be violence, she'll be ready - but as long as the intent is otherwise, she'll not ruin its chances.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The heroes can tell that some of their words register with the ambassador as their features tighten subtly when Brunnhilde murmurs that challenge about their lack of aid for when Asgard fought. Yet the dignitary holds their tongue and does not rise to the bait or engage. Instead their eyes are fully focused ahead, focused upon the stern visage of the man called Thor.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when the Prince's attention slips to the side toward the more vocal Valkyrie yet he keeps his features controlled and settled. He looks back toward the Dark Elf and turns his head slightly. "Perhaps it is best we send someone to rouse Odin."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is the moment when a louder voice is heard.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"There is no need to rouse Odin, when Odin is here." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the side entryway, that others who have lived and worked in these environs know leads to the library beyond, emerges Odin. Not the Golden Armor, nor the helm worn. But wearing the brown and tan and black of travel garb that clearly has seen some use, and a simple straw hat on his brow. Yet he hesitates not to take up Gungnir in his hand, the ancient spear gleaming to life as it recognizes its master. He steps forward to stand on the opposite side of the throne as Thor...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who lowers his head. "Father."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Don't give me that look. You know I speak the truth." The valkyrie's blue gaze directly on the dark elf general. Almost as if challenging her back to bite at her words. Not that she does so there's only a bit of a smirk. Though for Hilde it's important to know if this Ambassador is for real or not, which is why she is here. Or at least until Odin makes his presence known..<br><br>Gaze shifts immediately to him, watching the old bear through squinted eyes but she also quiets down and steps back from her accusations towards the dark elf, silent but still with her arms folded. Challenging.<br><br>Head dips just so in a respectful manner towards Odin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>At the appearance of Odin, Sif's posture changes. More alert. More attentive. She even shifts her stance to move a step closer so that should this enemy dare try to attack the King, she'll be there to intercept. <br><br>Which is kind of silly considering Odin and Thor, both with weapons at hand, were more than capable of handling themselves. Unlike the valkyrior present, she did not have any negative feelings toward Odin thus perhaps simplifying this moment for her.<br><br>She rested her wrist atop the handle of her sword, allowing her hand to hang down. An almost casual posture other than the fact it would draw the eye to that weapon. So more a quiet warning.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2149|Vintridr (2149)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Vintridr doesn't quite wince at the announcement, and looks at the source of the voice. Odin. All-Father. Glad-of-War. The one she swore to serve -- and the reason she left Asgard. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Still, to leave now would be impolitic... And while she may have left, she's still sworn to protect Asgard.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the King emerges many others do as Brunnhilde. Others lower their eyes. Others bow. Then he speaks.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What troubles my court and council that I am to be so summoned." Odin's lip twists slightly as he slowly settles into his throne. He eases back and down, grumbling faintly to himself as he then rests the shaft of Gungnir across his knees, one hand beneath, the other above. He looks at first to Thor, then to those now quiet older warriors. He quirks an eyebrow then looks to the elf standing there in the white armor.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Father, this is Taal Virren, new leader of... a faction of the Svartalfar. He has come to..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only for Thor's words to be cut off. "What?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Odin's voice is stern, "Asgard does not treat with..." He turns his head and once again looks upon the Dark Elf emissary. "Bandits, and robber knights. We do not hold court and back one war-chief over another. Down that path lies mire and horror. And I will not subject my people to it."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The would-be Ambassador frowns for the briefest of moments but keeps his face otherwise emotionless as he listens to these words. But when Odin turns his attention upon the elf, one can see the struggle they go through to maintain their control. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You, noble of the dark. You sat still and reaped what benefits you could as one stronger than you led. Now like rapine vermin you emerge to seize what power you can in the chaos. You will have no aid from us. You wish peace. You wish to know safety for the horrors you and yours have committed?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Odin straightens up in the throne, Gungnir rising and the golden end of it clinking softly as he sets the butt end down by his boot. "Then I have one thing to say to you. Emissary."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Gungnir lowers, pointing at the Dark Elf, and Odin says with a sharp tone with that touch of anger that seems ever on the edge of his voice. "Put your house in order."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Odin rises, putting his weight on the ancient Uru weapon. The court again lower their eyes. He points at Thor.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Give this one Guest Rite, we are not barbarians. But send them on their way before I see another fortnight." He moves to depart.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Hilde feels that brashly announcing 'that's what I was saying!' after Odin's words might be a bit too on the nose but the former commander of the Valkyrie does nod her head in agreement with the decision taken. Perhaps for the first time in a millenia that they agree! But then she frowns.<br><br>Agreeing with Odin?<br><br>She looks at the others, then at the dark elf noble, thoughtful. "Seems you are all out of luck." she tells Taal when Odin excuses himself. "Or do you have something more to add that may turn things your way?" see? She is giving him a chance. Also because she doesn't want to make it a habit to agree with Odin all the time now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>And that was that.<br><br>In Sif's mind, there was no chance of them ever assisting the Dark Elves. Particularly after that being the order from Odin. They would never put their house in order for they were always too busy infighting. It was silly to think it might even be possible. <br><br>If they were any other peoples, she might have felt a twinge of sympathy for them. But not these. Never these.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Odin departs, Thor waits for him to leave the chamber. Voices are a touch more subdued until he's gone, and even some time after. The murmur in the room is not as strong, but people are definitely talking. While Brunnhilde's own stern words for the emissary registers with them. The baron turns their head and looks at her, but there's no challenge in those eyes. At least at the moment.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that pumed helmet under their arm, the Svartalfar warrior looks toward Thor as the man descends from the dais, stepping forward. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Prince Thor. I give you thanks for the granting of guest rite." The armored elf again spares a glance to the side toward Brunnhilde, but also noting Sif. "Will I be allowed to seek aid for my cause amongst the people of Asgard? For there are others who do not look unkindly upon my cause."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As if on cue that guardsman who had barged in initially, he takes up a place at the Dark Elf's side, though he remains silent as they look at Thor expectantly.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Thunderer, however, is not forthcoming.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To one of the other guards he says, "See that the traveler is given quarters in the East Wing." He turns back. "We shall break bread, share salt. Then we shall have some words. Though you come at a poor time, elf. My mood mislikes me. And I feel uncharitable to your cause."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At Thor's behest two of the guards move up to escort the Dark Elf. The young guard is about to depart when Thor says, "Boy."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guard turns, "My prince," He bows and goes to one knee.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor shakes his head slightly, and not caring at all that the Svartalfar is there he says, "Remember where your allegiance lies, and be aware of what dark deeds caused this war. The reputation of the Svartalfar for deception is not one unearned, and this war has waged long since before you were born."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes, my prince." The young Asgardian retreats and soon enough he is off as the guards show the ambassador on his way.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which leaves the court convening with itself, and Thor looking to his friends with his eyebrows raised and a deep breath taken... then exhaled sloooowly as if exasperated.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The exchange between the Asgardian lad, Thor and the Baron gets a raised brow out of Hilde. Not that she interferes with -that-. Not yet at least, she simply watching the Baron scurry away with his newfound ally. "Things certainly have changed since my times here." she notes. "Though I suppose that young buck feels he can get his battle fame from helping these dark elves. No idea why else he'd side with them.."<br><br>Her musings lead her to look thoughtful, then glance at Vin, Sif and Thor as they sort of convene together, "You know what irks me? Is that we got no way to know whether this guy is telling the truth or not. He might be sided with those war bands for all we know..." she frowns at this. "And if they regain power it may mean war again."<br><br>See? Hilde isn't just a dumb fighter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As the guard got his dressing down, Sif was frowning a bit. She followed the path of the guard as he left. Which said something that he got more attention than the Dark Elf Ambassador. Youth equalled stupidity. Were they ever that stupid?<br><br>Thankfully there were no telepaths nearby who might answer that yes, indeed, they had been that stupid before. Perhaps even moreso. <br><br>She turned her head back to look at Thor, noting the slow sigh and raised eyebrows. The corners of her lips dipped own and she gave a shake of her head, as if unable to give any sort of assistance in understanding this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Brunnhilde speaks, Thor's lip curves up a little as he looks at her. He then gives a nod, "Indeed." The Thunderer rests his hands on his hips. "It strikes me almost as if it is a thing that perhaps should have someone looking into it. Perhaps someone with a suitable amount of curiousity and wit who would so succinctly come to this realization." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A glance is given toward Sif and Vintridr, then he looks back to Brunnhilde still smiling.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mayhap you weren't volunteering were you?" He asks that as he looks after in the direction of the emissary and the young guardsman. "I likely will be forced to remain here at court. But..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A look back, "You three have no such obligations..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Did you just ...."<br><br>Hilde's demeanor is one of suspicion, eyeing Thor as he speaks those words as if he was trying to be cunning. "You know, the earthlings have this word for what you are doing..." a pause, perhaps for drama? No, she is trying to remember it. "To be voluntold. Which is pretty much someone volunteering others to do something." her expression downright unfriendly at Thor. "I swear, you are looking like Odin more and more."<br><br>A look to the others, "But you are also sort of right. This should be looked into." she looks to see if the other agree.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Voluntold." Sif considers the word, pursing her lips a moment after saying it. Then a vigorous shake of her head to the negative. "No. I do not like this word. It should not be used in Asgardian society. Ever." A pointed look is given to Thor but she too agrees that it is probably important.<br><br>"He does not understand how much blood has been shed. Perhaps we can find a way to help him comprehend before he goes sympathizing with the enemy." A little shrug of her shoulders. "Or at least some observation. I would also suggest we have eyes on the Ambassador at all times that he might be whispering venom to other such impressionable youths."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As for Thor he's just smiling a little, his good eye dancing with a hint of mirth as he meets Brunnhilde's gaze. He then turns and looks toward Sif. The topic shifts over to the young Asgardian and he turns his head in that direction once again. Shaking it slightly he folds his arms over his broad chest, taking another deep breath.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"One cannot simply tell him, he will have to see that the world is not entirely as he imagines it may be. I just hope the lesson will not be a harsh one."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That said he turns back to face them and takes a deep breath. "I trust you both will be joining me at dinner?" He quirks the eyebrow above his patch, his expression curious albeit a little doubtful. "I would find your perspective on our guest a welcome thing."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then his lip curves up slightly, "However I understand if you wish to make ready for your long journey."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sup with a Svartalf or go on a long journey." <br><br>Sif narrowed her eyes at Thor then smirked despite herself. "You are learning too quickly. You were normally more let's go smash things. I am not sure yet I like it since we," Sif paused to glance at her fellow warriors then back to Thor. "Are not being given much of an actual choice here. And while my blade would enjoy visiting our old enemies once more, I realize we are trying to not begin hostilities again." Pointed look at Hilde to be sure she got that message.<br><br>"Thus, dinner sounds wonderful. Thank you so much for the invitation."<br> <br><br />
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|Location=Asgardian Embassy<br />
|Synopsis=Sif learns volleyball. Thor steals the Thunder. Hilde wants to take a bow for a spin. It's beach with the Asgardians!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>It's summer time and of course that in Manhattan it's a scorching heat. Unbearable perhaps to a certain former valkyrie...<br><br>"I am done waiting for Thor to return from Asgard like some waif." she announces to whoever wishes to hear it, which in this case is poor Sif, catching Brunnhilde in her worst mood. Specially as she hasn't even had a drink yet today. At 8am. "It's too hot to be indoors today so ..." and those blue eyes glint as if they had gotten the best of ideas. "Let's go to the beach." with the kind of tone that shall brook no dissent from it's planned destination.<br><br>And so it is that the Asgardian duo of Sif and Brunnhilde find themselves at a beach in Brooklyn. Scorching sand. Good waves. Brunnhilde chose to come in a rather diminute dark blue bikini that does little to hide curves, sitting on her towel and watching a beach volleyball game not too far away. She laughs at a fumble from one of the teams which has one of the men there look their way, irritated.<br><br>"What, you two girls think you can do better?"<br><br>Was that a challenge to the Asgardians?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>That had been unexpected. Particularly since Sif wasn't sure she ever had been to the beach. Not for any amount of time. She'd seen them in passing but that didn't really count for having visited. But let it not be said she wasn't up for new adventures. <br><br>Thus she was laid back on an oversized towel, more like one of those bath sheets, wearing a black two-piece bathing suit. She had a sundress off to the side along with some sandals, the dress having been carefully folded atop the shoes to keep it mostly sand free. Not all because that was impossible unless she put in in a plastic bag. Even then, she suspected it would still find a way in. <br><br>She was watching the game curiously, asking a question now and then of her companion. Since this was not a game she was familiar with. But then Hilde laughed and the men looked over at them. Then the challenge was voiced.<br><br>Sif smiled. A wicked edge to it. "I would certainly hope so. Considering how poorly you seem to be doing thus far in your competitive endeavors."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"What my friend here is saying is that you guys suck ass." Hilde had perhaps been exposed too much to the vulgarities of Midgardian life and that came out in the choice of a rather rich vocabulary that intended to just flare things up. Mission accomplished as the guys now look angry. "Come on then." one of them says, "Come and teach us how to play." the other one laughs dismissively.<br><br>"Sounds like a challenge to me.." Hilde starts getting up to her feet. Slowly of course, no need to show off her athleticism just yet, "Are we putting money in this challenge?" followed by a quick response by the angrier guy. "100 bucks."<br><br>Hilde finishes getting up and winks down at Sif, "I am buying drinks tonight apparently.." once they get 100 bucks richer, that is. "Let's go.." and she starts walking over to the field.<br><br>"Remember, just can't let the ball fall on the sand. And we got three touches to send the ball to the other side. Spiking it in their faces is bonus points."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif rose to her feet once the bet was made and she got the wink. Then she followed her old friend toward the squared off area that was the volleyball 'court'. Though it was basically just a net like was the norm. "Three touches, spike in their faces is a bonus." She had no idea if these were actual rules for the game but she was trusting her friend. <br><br>"How durable is the ball in question?" she asked softly as they reached their side of the net, the area now vacated by the previous players when the challenge had been raised. They were as curious about this as the ones who did the challenging. Though they were more amused. "Side bet, 50 on the gals," one of the guys muttered to his friend. "I'll cover that," came the response from his partner.<br><br>Sif did walk up to touch the net, testing it to get a feel for it but not yanking the thing down. The top would take a little jump, even for her. <br><br>This was going to get interesting. "Are there additional bonus points if they are knocked out by the spike?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>And who wouldn't trust a friend like Hilde? She had her best poker face on right now too, nodding at Sif's questions in that serious manner of hers. Which might be telling something was up. "The ball isn't that durable ..., just enough." she tells Sif, "So using our whole strength might not be a good thing." besides that whole problem of killing people with a volley ball. No bueno!<br><br>"Hey, we want a percentage of that.." Hilde pointing at the guys betting on them. Yep, she's clearly a hustler!<br><br>And then the game is about to start, Hilde moving to take position, "Knocking them out means we win." she tells Sif, "But don't do it right away or it won't be fun."<br><br>Legs bend, hands rest on knees. The serve comes from the other team, received by Hilde who puts it high to the net. "Go! Spike'em!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Don't let it touch the ground.<br>Three touches only then it has to go over the net.<br>Spiking was bonus points.<br>Knock out opponent to win.<br>Don't kill anyone.<br><br>Pretty sure she had the rules down now, Sif took up a position as she had seen the others do when observing. The sand was more challenging than one might expect but having Asgardian strength helped with that. She could see that it might wear a human down in time. <br><br>The ball came and Hilde bounced it up into the air. Sif took that opportunity and jumped, slapping her hand against the ball and sending it speeding at high velocity down toward the man who was jumping up to try to spike it himself. She won. He narrowly avoided getting a ball to the forehead.<br><br>"Definitely not durable," she muttered to Hilde as she turned back after they had gained their first point. Not through any actual skill on Sif's part. She just had the ball fed to her perfectly by Hilde. <br><br>"This does not seem that challenging. Am I missing something?" she asked.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>And the most important rule of all:<br>Have fun!<br><br>The two opponents look at each other at how easily they scored and grunt, one of the commenting. "Bah, beginner's luck..." he specifically eyeing Sif as that one is implying she hasn't played before. That just makes the guy grumble further. There's an exchange of signals between them. Then they eye Sif. Oh, they are up to something..<br><br>Hilde starts moving to the back to do a serve to the other side, chuckling at Sif, "You will see.." ball goes up, then hit so it flies over to the other side. The guys are ready. Receive. Pass. Then the last one jumps up to spike the ball!<br><br>And of course they are aiming it at Sif, trying to have her taste some of her medicine! Oh if only they knew who they were messing with ...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>It has to be a scam, right? Who doesn't know how to play volleyball? Certainly they might not know every single rule but they know how to hit a ball over a net and about spiking. It was in every movie that had volleyball in it, so even if she didn't play, she likely had seen it at some point!<br><br>Sif did catch a look between the guys and she narrowed her eyes slightly. It was like someone on the battlefield. One looking to distract while the other flanked perhaps. But she was used to watching for such subtelties. Course, not during a game like this.<br><br>Thus when the man went up before Sif had the opportunity to close, she was prepared for it. Sort of. In that it didn't hit the ground. But she didn't have that skill of putting her arms together and popping it skyward on her side of the net in the direction of her partner. <br><br>Instead, Sif took the ball to the face.<br><br>If she were human, this would likely have her on the ground gripping a broken nose. Or at least falling over, stunned. But she was not human. She was Asgardian and they were made of tougher material. Thus when it hit, her head did snap back from the impact but immediately she jerked her head toward the ball, sending it flying over in the direction of Brunnhilde.<br><br>And then she smiled. "I see! Though...Are we allowed to strike directly over the net? Or must the ball be used?" Yes, Sif wanted to know if she could punch someone to interfere with a spike.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The hit right to the face gets a 'Oooohhhh' out of the small crowd that is now watching the game. Perhaps they expect the game to be over with that hit! But when Sif seems to just brush it off, and even smile about it, there's a cheer from one of them.<br><br>As for Hilde? She just laughs. "Ah! So they want to play hard ball! Good." that kind of mischievous look that's telling. She's ready to rumble.<br><br>"You can only hit the ball!" She exclaims, lunging over to receive that pass from Sif. A dive into the sand and the ball is sent up once again, sorta half-way close to the net. Not the best of passes but it's not like Hilde is a pro either.<br><br>Of course that's right when they hear someone in the crowd. "Thief! Running away with my bag!" the small crowd meant some people had gathered to watch. It also meant some valuables had been left behind which an entrepreneur thief was taking advantage of, running through the sand.<br><br>Which meant now Sif had to choose between continuing the game or actually interfere with the thief! Probably with a ball to the head. Are there rules to hitting people outside the game?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif was about to send the ball over the net. She didn't want to try to keep it airborne since Hilde had to hit the dirt and they only had one more touch left. It would give the other team an opportunity to setup a good strike at the Asgardians, but there was no help for it.<br><br>Until Sif heard those words. Immediately her free hand slapped her right hip, where a dagger might rest normally. Instead she hit bare flest and the material of the bikini bottom. "Dammit." And that left the only weapon she had handy if she didn't want to run off the court.<br><br>A quick gauge of distance and speed, a moment to spot the ball and the angle it was coming down at. A perfectly timed and measured pressure to the SLAM she applied to the ball, sending it spiralling directly for the head of the would-be-thief. <br><br>"I believe that should be worth extra points," she murmured as she watched it fly toward the target.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The ball spirals at speed and hits the thief right in the back of the head with a *thud*. Followed by the man falling. Then not moving. Clearly unconscious.<br><br>People just stare for a time, watching what just happened here until Hilde sits up, sand all over, "Bullseye!" she calls out, shaking a fist. It's followed by the people on the outskirts cheering as well with the woman that had her bag stolen running off to retrieve it (and kick the unconscious guy in the process).<br><br>Extra points though? Their two opponents look between themselves, them to the Asgardians with a gulp. If she knocked out someone at such a distance what would happen if one of those balls hit one of them? "Erm, yea, I think you win.." Hilde replying, "I want to see the 100 bucks.." one of the men tossing it over towards the net with a grumble.<br><br>"I told you, volleyball -is- the fun stuff."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>When the victim takes a moment to give the unconscious man a swift kick, Sif had to smile. "Much better reaction. If only she knew how to do that before the theft instead of after." And that had some little thought going off in Sif's mind, something she stowed away to consider for the future. <br><br>She offered a hand to Hilde, to help her get back to her feet after the unceremonious sprawl when she had saved the ball for Sif to hit. Though, no hitting had happened. Well, unless one counted hitting the thief. <br><br>"I had no idea they had sports of this caliber. It is very pleasing. Though the rules seem...lacking in physical contact." Since she did like hitting things. But alas. <br><br>Though they seem to have lost their opponents now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Is something amiss?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The deep gruff tone of yet another Asgardian is heard, a memorable voice brought forth from the man known as the Thunderer to some, Thor to others. A voice that might well be recognized for in the past he had been seen on various forms of media speaking to some effect. And smiling. For when facing the public it was always good to smile.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though in this moment that smile had a hint of curiousity to it, a measure of trepidation, as he stepped up through the crowd to stand over the fallen man who lies there with volleyball nearby. The Asgardian Prince was garbed and ready for a day at the beach for unlike his comrades he has been to a few festivities based around the shore. Which might well explain the blue flip flops, the orange and white surfer shorts, and the loose blue and red Hawaiian shirt that hangs open, revealing the supple contours of the muscular man's athletic physique. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though if some were to recognize him, they might well pause when their attention finds that eyepatch. And surely a man like Thor wouldn't be just here. At the beach?<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he kneels beside the fallen, "I do believe this man is injured."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The first signal that something is amiss is the absolutely shrill scream that escapes some woman or three not too far from the 'deed'. It's the kind of scream that Sif and Hilde might be aware of, specially when they bring Thor to somewhere public.<br><br>The ugly sound of adoring fans.<br><br>Because if Thor thought his 'Asgardian bro' look was going to fool anyone then he'd be mistaken. Someone pipes up. "It's Thor!" "Ow Emee Gee, this is getting too hot for me." "Did you see that ball throw? That was totally a Thor move." "Just like he throws that hammer." "It's an axe now!" and so on and so forth.<br><br>And they may even spot someone fainting at the sight of him. Or maybe it's just a really hot day at the beach and they didn't have enough fluids! Beer doesn't count.<br><br>Hilde takes Sif's arm when it's offered and she gets up to her feet, raising a brow. "Well, look at what the cat dragged in eh?" she says of the Asgardian Prince.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>It wasn't long before police officers arrived on scene. They were the beach patrol so they were on four-wheelers and they quickly moved to assess the fallen man. Which is of course when the woman who had been mugged helped fill in the blanks. For though the man had been injured, it had been due to him stealing her purse. <br><br>Immediately the offers were all smiles and trying to shake hands with Thor. "Great job! Can't wait to tell everyone how a real Avenger took down this thug for us!"<br><br>Sif's lips pursed ever so slightly at the standard response that seemed to happen whenever Thor arrived on scene. Though she focused on the man and not the situation for the moment. "Indeed. I hope he has quite the headache later for his trespass. Stealing from defenseless people at the beach." Then she looked over at Hilde and back to the fans, letting out a soft sigh. "This is ever the way. What is the Midgardian phrase?<br><br>"Never can we take him outside?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the thief starts to rouse, there is Thor standing over him, a slight half-smile upon the Asgardian warrior's lips as he says, "You should be more careful." No idea of what perfidy the other fellow had been up to. Yet of _course_ some of the people nearby laugh. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A young woman in a one-piece swim suit grins, "Ohmigod that's such a Thor thing to say! Take out that guy and then tell him to be careful."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;An high school couple already have their cellphones out and are recording, one of them saying, "Guys we just saw Thor take out this thief guy with like no effort at all. We didn't even see him and then BAM!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While the hot dog vendor nearby offers his own insight, "I was watching the volleyball game and then the woman screamed. I looked over and I see this guy on the ground and then Thor's right there. Hah!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when the police rolled up onto the scene even as Thor was shaking his head slightly as he held up a hand, his other holding a cooler under his arm. "No, I have only just arrived..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though that was when a hefty man with glasses steps in front of Thor, "Hey man can I get a quick selfie?" That phone rises up, Thor remembers to smile. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But soon enough...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Things just have a way of getting away from him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Rookie mistake! Accepting to take that first selfie... It means soon enough there's a plethora of beach goers wanting just the same. Surrounding him. Demanding, waving their phones. All the usual jazz when an Avenger tries to go out a bit and decides to fight crime!<br><br>Hilde is just watching for the moment, hands on her hips and letting out a tsk, "Is this what's been going on then? Sounds like this isn't the first time it happens.."<br><br>Sand gets brushed from her arms and chest and belly, eyes going back to Sif, "I don't know any Midgardian phrases. The only one I know is the Drink, fuck, love." she pauses, frowning. "No, that isn't right. Sleep, pray, drink?" she shakes her head again and then just shrugs.<br><br>"Let's go save him. He clearly needs an intervention." in more ways than one. And then she is making her way through the crowd. After having collected THEIR 100 bucks from winning the game of course. She slips it on her bikini top. Because they should invent bikinis with pockets sometimes.<br><br>"Excuse us, the Prince is with us. Please give us room." and she has a way of making room with a movement of shoulders that makes some people get pushed off. So rude! Maybe she's eyeing that cooler that promises to have some drinks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Funny how all your versions have drink in them," Sif teased lightly. Though she then fell into step with her friend, moving through the crowd as tall, muscular women often were able to get to where they wanted to go in a group setting. <br><br>"Please, Thor is wanting to have some leisure time on the beach. I am sure you all understand if he would like to do so. Feel free to take pictures of him. At. A. Distance." She made sure those words were super distinct. <br><br>She hooked an arm through his to start tugging him away from his adoring fans. "Everytime we go out in public, if feels like," she offers to Hilde. "People wanting to show their love for him. And the authorities believing he is the savior in all criminal activities. Even when someone /else/ does the work." Bitter? Naaaaah.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah, Brunnhilde." Thor says, now seeing them both, "And Sif..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He manages to offer that small greeting even as an older woman from Jersey sweeps in and wraps her arms around Thor's shoulders, giving him a hug and flashing up a peace sign while her husband is taking the picture. Though a few others seem inclined to move in, their progress is checked by the arrival of the other Asgardians.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which suits Thor just fine. Especially as they manage to fend off the crowd somewhat.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Tis good to see you both, I trust I am not too terribly late?" Those words offered with a small smile as he looks between the two of them. And when he espies Hilde eyeballing the cooler he casually tosses it to her underhand, half-grinning at her manner. Then Sif is muscling him off and along the way toward where they had their gear. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He catches the words Sif murmurs and he tilts his head, "What did I miss?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Thor seems to know just the way to Hilde's huh ..., heart? Something? Tossing that cooler towards is worth a lot of bonus points. Points she will make sure to put to use soon enough when she's spreading the love of a nice, cool beer under the scorching sun of the beach. "Isn't that his way?" she asks, looking across Thor's solid muscles towards Sif, ".. to steal the Thunder?" oh look, apparently she knows more than one midgard saying!<br><br>It's followed by a wink to her friend and she hooks her own arm on the other side of Thor so as for them to drag him out from the oncoming assault of midgardian beachgoers. "These people are vicious. Who knew walking around with barely any clothes on took off inhibitions too." she comments.<br><br>And to Thor she finally says, "We were playing some beach volleyball. Sif had never played." she grins, "She's a natural."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif continued to guide Thor over to the towels that they had laid out earlier, before choosing to try the volleyball court. Well, before they were challenged due to Hilde laughing at the players. But that was just details that were unnecessary to the tale.<br><br>"Indeed. It seemed an interesting game though I do not understand why one cannot punch the person on the other side of the net to prohibit them getting to the ball first. It seems that would add more interest to the game for the onlookers. And the participants." <br><br>She settled down on her towel, sitting comfortably for now so they could talk more easily even as she looked to see what might be within that cooler. If Hilde let her peek. She was not going to try to reach to take the cooler to look as she liked her limbs attached to her body. "The man who was felled was trying to steal a woman's bag. I was forced to use the volleyball to stop him. They are quite a formidable weapon when propelled with force."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the thunder comment Thor gives the required snort of mild amusement and partial feigned annoyance even as he shakes his head while walking with them further on the beach, heading toward where they had set up. When they both take his arms he smiles to them, and the trio wander along the sand. And for a moment Thor's smile widens, a hint of warmth in that one good eye. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Ah, I've played volleyball before, back at the mansion." He confesses, "You would be surprised at how competitive some of the Avengers can be." A pause... a slight beat, then he adds. "Especially Clint."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once they had reached the spread out towels, Thor takes up a place opposite them both, settling on the sand without a towel for himself, at least for the moment. He looks between them, smiling as he draws his knees up slightly, resting his arms upon them. His shirt hangs open and assuredly in the future there will likely be some social media posts about the revelations of particular angles that those Midgardians are viewing and filming the man. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And no shortage of inquiries in those threads about the 'babes' that are in his company.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Sif relates what happened, Thor's lips part. "Ahh, I should have known. Even in recreation she is ever the hero." The Thunderer had turned to Brunnhilde as he said those last words, as if sharing with her a revelation that they both had already known. Almost admonishing her for her heroism, but in a wry friendly way.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The precious cooler is set down between them reverently before it's opened to reveal the beverages inside. And one should never accuse Hilde of not sharing, for the first cool drinks are offered over to both Thor and Sif. (Mostly because she saw there's enough for all of them within)<br><br>A beer is finally taken by the Asgardian Valkyrie and she tips the glass bottle to the other Asgardians, "To volleyball with friends then." she toasts, "We will have to go play with these Avengers one day. And Clint..?" she pauses to consider it. "The only one of them that still uses a real weapon." yep, bows are real weapons. "Give him my number, I wouldn't mind taking his bow for a spin." is she for real right now?<br><br>She takes one long swig out of her drink. Which means she drinks it all in one go, head tossed back before she exhales, satisfied. "Next time we go for beach football then. Lots of contact there."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Football? The one with the foot or the hands?" For there are two and it is very confusing why a game is called football when they use their hands. "Or Rugby! That seems a fine sport." <br><br>At the comment about Clint, Sif has to laugh even as she twists the top off her beer and tosses the cap into the little bag laying nearby to keep their garbage together while they enjoyed their day. "Perhaps Thor should warn this Clint of your interest first. Being human, they are quite breakable. Unless he heals quickly?" Since that is the case with some of them, in her experience. "He may not wish to let you take his ...bow for a spin, after all. Some men are very touchy about who handles their weapons." And there is that smirk still on her face as she glances over to Thor.<br><br>Speaking of men and their weapons. "When do I get to wield your new axe?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor accepts the beer given his way, smiling crookedly as he shakes his head toward Valkyrie. "I shall be sure to mention it to him." He offers and then twists the cap off the beer and takes a sip. And with such a proposition given to memory, the Thunderer looks between the two of them. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then as Sif offers her insight, the Asgardian Prince gestures with his bottle. "Barton is not one to be dissuaded easily, he can handle himself. If we were to express concern for his well-being in such a... capacity. You can be assured he would. Ahem. Rise to the challenge." Thor half-smirks a little, not unaware of such a thing as innuendo. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Sif asks after Stormbreaker he says, "Ah as to that, that you will have to ask it yourself. The Breaker of Storms has accepted me and we are bonded. But it is... not like Mjolnir. It has not been ensorcelled or enchanted in a similar way. It is more... free."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That said he looks between them, then lifts his chin slightly. "So what inspired this desire to come to the beach on this day?" For a moment he turns his gaze toward Sif and quirks an eyebrow, expecting she might she some insight upon the matter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Psheh, you might be right." Hilde takes another beer from the cooler, popping it open with that practiced motion of someone that has done this thousand of times. "I still have to find the first human man that can go the distance. No matter how much they try to rise to the challenge.." a smirk. Oh, she knows well that kind of innuendo. She has lived for a few years amidst mortals in the worst dregs of society. She has heard that .., and a lot more.<br><br>"Also, I was talking about the one played with the hands.., but sometimes with the feet too. I admit it's a bit confusing... Like that rugby, yes!" she grins as Sif seems to know that game at least. "Won't have to teach you the rules on that." another drink from the bottle and she lies back on her towel, stretched.<br><br>"Sif. You have ONE beer and already asking about wielding his weapon? Shameless!" She teases her friend in that very direct way of hers, letting out another laugh. The question about why they came to the beach goes ignored. She's too busy. Getting a tan.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Tis not the first time I have asked that question," Sif returns to her friend in that suggestive tone. But then she quickly moves past it, glad that after thousands of years she doesn't blush anymore. Because otherwise she might for being called on that one. Better to laugh it off and move on though.<br><br>"I will be certain to ask it. I do not wish any disrespect but it seems a magnificent weapon and, if I can actually pick it up, all the better." If it lets her. Which is now going to be a thing she wonders.<br><br>She swigs down her beer then adds the bottle to the trash before grabbing another one. "Twas Hilde's idea. To enjoy the warmth of the summer sun and find some leisure. We have been running endlessly for months. Nay, over a year now. We deserved to allow ourselves a moment of respite. All of us do." A pointed look at Thor.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You are incorrigible." Is Thor's answer to Brunnhilde, half-smiling and lifting his chin as he looks to her. He even goes so far as to look at Sif, quirking an eyebrow over his patch as if to say, 'This gal.' Then shakes his head with such condemnation. Yet he takes a deep breath and turns back toward Sif as his attention returns to her. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She gives voice to her reasons to wish to 'wield' his weapon, and he nods in agreement. "I cannot say what it will do, Mjolnir has existed for many years, and has been strengthened by the magicks given by mine father and the craftsmen of Nidavellir. Stormbreaker is young. Its legacy has yet to be written."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That having been settled he listens to Sif's explanation about why the beach on this day. She mentions it was Hilde's idea so he looks to her again. "Aye, I can understand that sentiment." Yet he does not say he shares it as well. Perhaps feeling it best he hold his tongue.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Maybe we both can wield your weapon, o Thor." Hilde returns after that comment about she being incorrigible. And then some! Not that she seems to care, finishing her beer and setting the bottle aside on the sand. She sits up, hand brushing through her hair, "Though I am busy enough getting reacquainted with Dragonfang for the moment. The blade isn't happy for having spent so long in Amora's clutches.." a roll of her eyes following.<br><br>"Can you really understand it?" Hilde joins her pointed look to Sif's, now like a hawk as she looks at their friend, "I know what it is to become overwhelmed with grief of loss, spiraling into nothingness." she says, "Thinking over and over on what we could had done differently." she shakes her head and brings one knee up to her chest, arm wrapping around it. <br><br>"It's not something we will let you get drawn into. Even if we have to drag you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"No good comes of such thoughts. We do what we can in the moment and that is that. For good or for ill." <br><br>Though Sif knows that Thor has been suffering greatly. They have spoken some, spent some time, yet she has been unable to bring him back. Though he hides it well. And perhaps that was the best course. What was that term? Fake it til you make it. Perhaps she was finally coming to understand it.<br><br>"You will arrange for us to face off with your competitive teammates in the Avengers. A sport if they prefer. Or a combat if you think them up to it." A quick change of topic back to lighter things. "Though we must understand the rules first." <br><br>She glanced to Hilde. "Rugby does not seem to have them other than keep throwing the ball to your teammates as others try to drag you to the ground." Were there actually rules?!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Curiously, though he is not looking at her, Thor mirrors Brunnhilde's posture somewhat. His head is down and to the side a little, his one-eyed gaze distanced as he brings his knee up and rests his arms around his shin. He still has that scruffy haircut though it's grown out a good bit, yet not enough to come close to what it had been before. And when she offers her insight and tells him their plan, his lip curls up a little just at the corner of his mouth.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor looks up, then between the two of them. That slight curl turns into more of a smile as he says, "Thank you for that kindness. But trust I will be fine." A pause then he adds, "I _am_ fine." A look to Sif, then back to Brunnhilde. "We have grieved before, and we will grieve again. It simply takes me time for I do tend to let my thoughts wander inward. You recall during the war... when we rode the waves on the Barden?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The ship that they sailed upon those many years ago, when the Svartalfar first menaced Midgard. Such a time of their youth and so long past. Yet as if to speak its name and conjure it was too much, Thor then says. "But indeed. Rugby..."<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=15366/Help_me,_Obi-Wan_Jinx...&diff=23277
15366/Help me, Obi-Wan Jinx...
2023-07-12T10:12:40Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>&gt; ... you are my only hope.<br><br>That had been the last of a torrent of messages sent by Harley in the last hour or so. Something about bombs in the head? A squad of suiciders? Didi knowing her secrets? So much stuff! And all delivered in the chaotic manner that only a mind like Harley could express.<br><br>Eventually though there's a knock on the door. Followed by the said door opening up and there's a Harley by the door. And looking o-so-miserable. Even those pigtails look depressed in that angled-down manner of theirs. "Jinx! Oooh, you got to help me!" she strides into the room.<br><br>"She found out! And I really wish she hadn't, what am I gonna do now? I could always run to ...." she pauses to look at Jinx.<br><br>"Tell me a good non-extraditable country to go through wheah I can live cheap!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4510|Jinx (4510)}} has posed:'''<br>Ding.. ding.. ding.. so many messages coming in. It's all gibberish. Jinx is trying to deal with her own shit right now. She's trying to pull the weeds out of this new part of the field in so she can plant crops in Stardew Valley. This is important shit!<br><br>The phone is tucked under the pillow so it's quiet but buzzy. That's the best way. But then the buzzies stop. Peace. Of course - that only lasts until Harley is actually at her door. Wearing a shirt and underpants only she quickly yanks a blanket around her lower half. Eyes wide. She sets the steam deck to the side.<br><br>"Uh.. hey.. uh.." She opens her arms for a hug because that's what you do when people are not making sense and are liable to cry everywhere.<br><br>"What are you talking about Harls?" She gently pets her back. This is certainly a new level to their friendship.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>The offer for a hug makes her pause. That's emotional advancement right there from the former international criminal known as Jinx! So of course that she goes for the huggies, getting all up close and personal with her friend. Because she thinks she cares! Instead of being worried with her stardew valley plantations! Some friends...<br><br>"Awww, so sweet!", She announces, "I will put this as a favorable review on your psych report..." Wait, Harley is doing a psych report on Jinx?! Not that she explains it further because then it's back to her OWN PROBLEMS.<br><br>"I am talking about my life bein ovah!" She is being a bit too melodramatic perhaps. "... and it's all Deadpool's fault.." wait, what does Deadpool have to do with anything? She lets out a sigh. ".. I am bein unfair. I am talking about Didi having found out my deepest secret. Well one of them! That I am part of a secretive government organization that uses ex-criminals to do missions around the globe..."<br><br>Harley is a secret agent?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4510|Jinx (4510)}} has posed:'''<br>Jinx shoves Harley away on to her bed at that and scowls at her just a little. "You're not at all reformed. Also your therapy sucks!" She hmphs and glances over at her game set on pause, then back to Harley. May be if she gets through this interaction quickly she can get back to her game.<br><br>"Deadpool? the guy who won't ever shut up?" She doesn't actually know him - only by reputation. And when you've got -that- kinda reputation it isn't entirely a good thing.<br><br>An eyebrow quirks up as she watches Harley divulge one of her deepest secrets. "A what now.. a secretive government organization that uses ex-criminals to do missions around the globe. So. Uh. What is that like work release or something? why would Didi, whoever that is, give a crap?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ooooh, don't you be angry with me too..." Being pushed back to the bed means she falls back on it, dramatically placing the back of her hand over her forehead. "I can't take another bestie being upset at me.." how many besties does Harley have?!<br><br>Harley is quick to sit up though, legs wrapped under her in a lotus position, nodding affirmatively about Deadpool's rep. "That's the one..." then she gesticulates with her arms, "Didi as in Diana Prince. The Wonder Woman!" her tone as if Jinx should know exactly who she means by calling her Didi. "Didi for her friends." then pointing a finger at Jinx. "Like you are Dixy D!" because of course Jinx is.<br><br>"And well, they sorta use less than honorable ways to get criminals to comply..." she lowers her tone, "Some I think get little bombs in their heads .., and if they try to run or mess shit up.." she makes an explosive gesture with her hands. "Diana didn't like it .., oh, I could see the disappointment in her eyes that I was involved in that. And now I dunno what to do!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4510|Jinx (4510)}} has posed:'''<br>Jinx deadpans. "The only Amazon I'm friends with is..." Her eyelashes flutter. Is she really finishing this sentence? how bizarre. "Donna." Yeah. Somehow that rings true to her. Weird. Things have gotten weird. Mortal enemies are friends now.. team mates are now mortal enemies. Everything upside down.<br><br>The explanation of a bomb in the head has Jinx's eyes widen. "Say what now?!" Because even as a villain she'd never have done that to someone. "So- bad guys. It's a team of bad guys run by bad guys doing bad guy things. You -are- still a villain!"<br><br>"Obviously you have to take down the corrupt organisation from the inside. Like me with H.I.V.E..." She nods her head and smiles. Problem solved, Harley will leave now and she can go back to Stardew Valley. Good friending complete.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, I never actually saw it ..., it's mostly a rumor among the prisoners.." That Jinx actually calls her a villain has Harley looks hurt. DEEPLY hurt. She looks down at the bed and then back up, "I am not a villain no moouh! You of all people should know that and actually respect it!" she points a finger accusingly at Jinx. "I thought we weah friends.."<br><br>As Jinx then suggests they should take down the corrupt organization it has Harley mmmm thoughtfully, "Not suwah it's that simple ... though I guess.." she pauses, peering at the screen. "Why are you lookin' at the computer screen so often?" she's getting suspicious.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4510|Jinx (4510)}} has posed:'''<br>"No no I mean. Yes, we are friends. You're just... accidentally being a villain by being part of a secret paramilitary government agenda that puts bombs in the heads of prisoners to make them work for them. Hell, I wouldn't put it past H.I.V.E. to do something like that."<br><br>Jinx patpats Harley on the sad looking head. "There there. Look it's probably not even real so, you know, just sneak in there and hack their computers and find out. Get all the dirt on their illegal operations and give it to SHIELD or something. Jobs done..."<br><br>Oh no. Busted. She pulls a pillow over the screen quickly to hide it, revealing her phone with 17 unread messages from Harley on it. "No reason. Let's just focus on you. Now, you might have to kill the head of the snake. Diana will probably frown at that unless you use a cool sword to do it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sort of like challenging the Wall to a duel...?" That has Harley thinking, nose slightly turned to the side as her expression scrunches up in thought, "... that's a little too much 18th century don't you think?" she looking up at Jinx again, "Not suwah about Didi being happy that I would go back to killin' though, no matter how villainous they may be ..."<br><br>Then there's a pillow changing places. And while it covers the compromising screen it shows that phone. With 17 unread messages! She reaches for it. "Oooh, what's your phone doin' heah and ...., holy crap you didn't read my messages!" baby blue eyes going wide.<br><br>"I am not even that important to you that you skip reading my shit... Woe is me!" melodrama again. "But maybe you are right, I should get dirt on them to take 'em down .., or something.." she isn't that convinced.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4510|Jinx (4510)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hey Amazons kill bad guys all the time. Er... Wall... has it coming. Or, like, turn her in to SHIELD instead who cares. Anyone who allegedly puts bombs in peoples heads is certified evil." Jinx's eyes widen too as Harley grabs her phone.<br><br>Scrambling forward she tries to snatch it back but.. too late. "Private! That's private. Inadmissible in a court of law." She snatches it back and tucks it down between her thighs safely out of reach. "You're important enough to be able to send me messages at all. That's huge to me."<br><br>She twist her lips and shrugs. "For full irony if it's true, then you strap her to the machine and put a bomb in her head and then blow it up. No one would know. Actually that's not what irony means. What would the word be. Vengeance? Justice? Eh. I'm not good enough at English to get this shit right."<br><br>"Now pick yourself up bucko and get out there and take down that evil organisation. I believe in you. Deadpool believes in you. Didi believes in you. We ALL believe in you..." She looks to the door. So close. Was that motivational enough?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"I could do that .., and make her confess to all the wrongdoing!" Harley grins a bit mischievously, suddenly sprouting up to her feet. Maybe she is just about to leave Jinx in peace to go do just that! She even takes a step towards the door but then ...<br><br>Nope!<br><br>She spins around, "Oh, thanks so much for this Jinxie! You are a good friend.." she even goes and gives her a tight hug..<br><br>And then just rips the pillow from the computer screen. "Now, time for me to help you with this Stardew valley crap. You are doing this all wrong.." oh, snap. She cracks her knuckles. "Let the stardew valley pro help you out.." a wink..<br><br>Clearly she is going nowhere else tonight! Just Jinx's luck.<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=15301/Maximal_Carnage_-_Spiders_fighting_Freaks&diff=23208
15301/Maximal Carnage - Spiders fighting Freaks
2023-07-03T23:00:24Z
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|Date of Scene=2023/07/03<br />
|Location=East Side<br />
|Synopsis=Symbiotes and Spiders team up against the crazed killer Carnage!<br />
|Cast of Characters=718,40,172,676,723,3095<br />
|Tinyplot=Maximum Carnage<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:718|Mary Jane Watson (718)}} has posed:'''<br>As of the early morning, Carnage, symbiote tethered to the serial killer Cletus Kassidy, had broken free during a prison transfer and was going on a rampage throughout Manhattan, along with several other villains that had like magic been drawn to the area and spread out. Other heroes were responding and chasing them down. It made for complete chaos. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And swinging along is the big red killer himself! Going to leap down towards a large bus, hands forming to an axe as he would let out a loud whoop and holler!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>It's the first time Ghost Spider and Spider Man are out after that whole ordeal with Kraven. And of course it had to be Carnage of all people causing mayhem. One of the most deadly opponents they have faced before..<br><br>So it's with some worry that Ghost Spider is swinging between a pair of buildings, nearing the area where Carnage was going through his mayhem. "You sure we are up for this?" she asks, casting a look aside at Peter.<br><br>They would have to be, there was no one else to stop Carnage right now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>Landing on the side of a building, Spider-man looks ahead. Not that he can _see_ Carnage, but he can _hear_ what is going on in the distance. Reflexively he rolls his arm around in its socket, reaching over to feel the muscles as they move, nodding slowly. "If not us, then who?" he asks Ghost Spider.<br><br>And with that, Spider-man swings into action, towards the chaos.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:718|Mary Jane Watson (718)}} has posed:'''<br>They would have to be. Ready or not, Carnage would be slaughtering if not stopped. Some things you had to do because if you didn't people would pay the price. Carnage is going to split his hands over into pickaxes, moving to tear a giant hole in the roof of the bus, cackling.<br><br>"Heeerrreee'sss Johnny! I've always wanted to do this!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:676|Mania (676)}} has posed:'''<br>The morning has been too long already. Coming off a night that stretched further than expected, Andi was already on the verge of running on fumes if not for the added boost being bonded to an alien symbiote creates.<br><br>That didn't mean a little time to heal from a wound - and a brief nap - wasn't necessary. The symbiote side of her didn't like it. Hell, /she/ didn't like it, but they had to count on others to hold the fort until they could get back in the game.<br><br>It wasn't difficult to pinpoint where Carnage was. Just follow the chaos. Through use of webbing, Mania gets back in the swing of things, literally closing in on the scene that way.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Mania&gt;&gt; The screams, Andi.<br>&lt;&lt;Andi&gt;&gt; Yeah, I hear them. Ready for round two?<br>&lt;&lt;Mania&gt;&gt; Carnage must be stopped.<br>&lt;&lt;Andi&gt;&gt; Taking that as a 'yes.'<br><br>Seems this time, as far as spider-types go, they are not alone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:723|Venom (723)}} has posed:'''<br>Venom heard the commotion in the local internet chatter, his twitter group and one of his local news bulletin boards breaking out. He did still try to be a reporter, now and then, for all the good it did. He had a hard time getting published, after all the shit at the Bugle, after everything that went wrong. Stupid kid Parker. Long time ago, water under the bridge, but...damn stupid Kid.<br><br>Once he realizes exactly who and what is on a rampage, Venom envelopes him in darkness and they're soon climbing across the rooftops and making their way to the danger zone. Eddie keeps an earpiece with the police scanner going on very low in one ear, the kind with dampening so any unexpected high decibels wouldn't emit. Provided they work the way they're supposed to, of course.<br><br>They peer down from above like a gargoyle, looking down on Carnage and the bus. Reaching over, he yanks off an air conditioning unit from the roof of the building, a massive industrial five ton monstrosity, hefting it overh is head and hurling it rather haphazardly at Casrnage. They don't really care that much about the innocent people. They just hate that scarlet thing, that monster, that...<br><br>"FREAK! DIE FREAK!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>As Ghost Spider takes one last swing that brings her into sight of Carnage it doesn't take much to spot the others too. First Venom which makes her frown at first, perhaps fearing that there's a team up forming between them --- At least until she hears what Venom is screaming out. That takes care of -that- worry.<br><br>"Seems we may have some unlikely allies on our side, Spidey."<br><br>Another swing and Ghost Spider 'flies' through the air gracefully, spinning. And of course quipping, "I will be real with you, red. You got nothing on Nicholson.."<br><br>And she shoots a web towards Carnage in the hopes to glue him down to the ground!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>Frowning beneath the mask as Peter sees the battle has been joined, he takes in a deep breath and hopes that it is on their side, as it would seem to be. <br><br>Spider-man swings in after Ghost Spider, and launches some webbing behind Carnage at an already totaled car, yanking it forward to try to stun the creature while Ghost Spider tries to ensnare it. "Probably closer to lame Leto than Bale, too." <br><br>He laughs for a moment. "Think we can keep his head spinning with more slightly wrong pop culture references?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:718|Mary Jane Watson (718)}} has posed:'''<br>The sound of Venom charging at him has Carnage grinning with glee, flashing an array of ink-like shark teeth. "Why hello there daddies. We weren't expecting such fun. Thanks for coming at s uch an opportune time!" Mania is just a few moments behind charging in as Carnage goes to meet Venom over with the slash of an axe overhead! The webbing shot at him impacts for just a moment even as Carnage goes to tear right through it, barely being slowed down. He was a very, very fast psychopath. And -strong-!<br><br>The car hits him mid-leap, slowing him just by a few fractions of a second and throwing him off target as Venom went to leap down at him, Carnage trying to disembowel the two over right down the middle with a massive spike!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:676|Mania (676)}} has posed:'''<br>&lt;&lt;Mania&gt;&gt; Look, Andi. It's him.<br>&lt;&lt;Andi&gt;&gt; Venom? Kinda hard to miss him going right after Carnage.<br>&lt;&lt;Mania&gt;&gt; We should help him.<br>&lt;&lt;Andi&gt;&gt; I'm not helping him. He doesn't want to try to be better. I'm trying to stop Carnage.<br>&lt;&lt;Mania&gt;&gt; It is complicated, Andi.<br>&lt;&lt;Andi&gt;&gt; Yeah, I know. Tell me more about it later.<br><br>That bit of internal discussion peters out by the time they're witness to Venom joining in by way of throwing a very heavy object toward Carnage and the bus. Might not be enough time to really help keep that from hurting anyone, but she does lay down a quick attempt at webbing over the roof of the bus itself, at least in parts where it looks weakened. Hopefully it helps, as the smaller Venom-like vigilante leaps in while hands reshape into scythes to swing at Carnage.<br><br>"Did you miss us? We were not done with you the first time!" comes a challenge while swinging at the blood-red enemy.<br><br>Ghost Spider and Spider-Man have been noticed, with the pair making their own efforts to help subdue Carnage, but no greetings are made yet. Maybe after.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:723|Venom (723)}} has posed:'''<br>Venom tucks in mid-air as he's coming down, arms whipping forward with apelike ferocity to try to drive laced hands ina massive fist across the red bastard's oversized jaw."<br><br>"WE NEVER LOVED YOU YOU WERE A MISTAKE! WE WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! DIE!" Venom howls. Normally, Eddie and the symbiote are more in balance, but the Klyntaar's all-consuming hatred for its spawn, a nihilistic reversal of parental love marking the darkness of which they are born, howls uncontrollably out of Venom's maw.<br><br>Carnage's spike nicks the side of Venom's torso, letting out a spurt of blood as he unleashes one of his 'webs' lashing himself rapidly to draw him in to try and clinch with Carnage, the older symbiote like a rabid dog going for the throat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Four one one. Almost unfair. But who said spiders fight fair? Specially against such an abomination as Carnage....<br><br>So there's no hesitation on Gwen as she carries on, joining the fray. Another webbing is shot and she arches over, ducking under that car thrown by Peter to come up from a dead angle to hit with both feet at Carnage! From behind!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>Watching as the car at least slows Carnage, Spider-man takes some satisfaction in that. Then he regards Venom's rambling with a bit of a tilted head. "Huh."<br><br>As some debris flies at his head, Spider-man ducks, all credit to his spider-senses, as his thoughts return to the battle raging in front of him. A reminder not to lose focus, of course.<br><br>Springing up from his perch, he starts flinging an array of webbing at Carnage. He is more than content to let Venom car-rage at the red symbiote from close quarters. Hurling strands of web fluid from a distance is safer.<br><br>So long as they can keep Carnage under wraps...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:718|Mary Jane Watson (718)}} has posed:'''<br>That's the thing. For however tough the webbing is piled on by Spidey.. Carnage is far, far stronger as he goes to keep on almost casually tearing through it as he goes to brawl with Venom! Mania goes to leap through the air, landing over on the back of Carnage as they would grapple with Venom! Carnage goes to catch Venom's fists over, stopping them mostly cold as the Spiders now have the risk of blasting at Carnage with webbing and /maybe/ taking their less than friendly neighborhood Venom in it too - as well as Mania as she would land on Carnage's back, he rscytehs digging into him! <br><br>Carnage is focused on trying to overpower Venom even as he would draw blood! A small extra limb would dart out, snapping a finger over it to draw it to his maw. "Tasty! We'lle njoy seeing how your brain tastes!" Spikes growing out of his back to try and slash over hard at Mania as she would slash deeply into him! Even as Spider-Ghost lands atop him and goes to smash into him, the inertia of her as well added to Mania going to open a huge gash on his back!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:676|Mania (676)}} has posed:'''<br>There's only a momentary pause during the fight as both Mania and Venom go right in for the symbiote scuffle.<br><br>&lt;&lt;Andi&gt;&gt; Did he say Venom is his..dad?<br>&lt;&lt;Mania&gt;&gt; That is also complicated, Andi. We must focus. He will kill us if he can. He will eat your brain.<br><br>Sensing the urgency in the response, Andi's side of the bond grows silent as she too doubles down on concentrating. Carnage is doing spikes? Well, two can play that game. Mania has always featured spikes. It's part of the punk/goth motif.<br><br>A strengthening of the 'skin' follows, though as they battle in close quarters, blood is drawn on both sides. Venom's, too. There may be a little friendly fire there, some unintended damage in the quest to quell Carnage, but so be it.<br><br>Mania's own spiky areas are made use of as she wraps arms around Carnage's body, the scythes reshaping back to normal, at which point the spikes along her forearms extend sharply to pierce into Carnage's chest!<br><br>"We disagree with Venom on some things, but we know what you are like. You will be stopped!" If Carnage can be weakened, webbing him up might go more easily. At least this should give bystanders and those on the bus a chance to flee. The numbers game improves, but will the odds follow?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:723|Venom (723)}} has posed:'''<br>Venom is a snarlig mass of spikes in their own right, thrashing violently. The webbing likely adheres a bit to them, too, but they don't even care at the moment, almost barely notice. Except Mania, they notice Mania, up atove, another of their kind, no child this, no instinctive hatred, just a mutual loathing of Carnage and everythign it represents.<br><br>Venom responds with spikes of their own, doing anything to try to penetrate and punch through that armor, continouing to keep Carnage's hands busy warding off his clawing strikes. But its his head that does the most damage.<br><br>He jerks his head forward, stretching his neck and probably twisting somethign that'll take a while for Eddie to heal, tearing a few muscles in his neck as Venom snaps like an asp. Only instead of biting, it dives its massive, serpentine tongue forward and strikes it, trying to dive down Carnage's throat, attemptig to wedge into his esophagus to choke out the human most underneath the symbiote, trying to block any possible airway with the superstrong muscle of its extended tongue.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Ow. Spikes everywhere. And that makes Ghost Spider having to play her very own version of 'the floor is lava'. In which lava are spikes coming out of Carnage's back. And even if Gwen doens't exactly have the kind of savagery or strength that both Venom and Mania do she makes it up in nimbleness and speed, she jumping and spinning from the assault.<br><br>"Is this hedgehog season now?" What with Mania, Venom and Carnage going at it with the spikes it deserves to be said. It's also her own way of keeping cool under pressure because it's a tense situation in it's own right, specially as she wants to /capture/ Carnage, not kill him.<br><br>"Don't kill him." She tells them. Mostly to Mania really as she has grown some rapport with her by now. Venom may still be angry about the billboard she swung at his face over a year ago. Details...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>Bounding around and firing off distracting bite of webbing, Spider-man stops at the side of a building to peer down as Venom and Carnage...<br><br>"Uh, don't let this give you an ideas!" He shouts out, not clearly at anyone specific. (But definitely aimed at Ghost Spider.)<br><br>Swinging up towards her, Spider-man calls out. "Let's set up a perimeter and keep the spectators safe while these two go at it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:718|Mary Jane Watson (718)}} has posed:'''<br>The group is web-piling (or s ymbiote-piling) on top of Carnage! Mania goes to slash over Carnage, digging into him with brutal skewers again and again, even as her claws would slash into Carnage faster than he could regenerate! The punch that Carnage has given to Venom is met with Venom going to try and give Carnage a deep 'happy to see me' kiss that has Venom's tongue turning to a spike to try and slash through his throat, getting out gunks and blood! Spider-Gwen is dodging about everything giong on and looks like she's doing a snoopy dance while rapidly dodging even smash and grab over as she looks for an opening!<br><br>Spider-Man goes to rapidly get to a better position, firing out bursts of webbing! It looks almost like the group is getting the upper hand (or blade).. When Carnage goes to rip it all out! He goes to smash behind him over with a claw, going to grab Mania to smash her around to try and use her like a flail to send Spider-Ghost flying! As Venom goes to slash down the throat, not quite slitting Cletus' neck, Carnage goe sto turn his hand over to a mace and smashes it HARD over to the center of Venom's chest, likely accompanied by the sound of breaking ribs - hopefully not,b ut still enough to send Venom flying like a rage doll! <br><br>then Carnage snaps those on him off, and looks over at the flung car. And grins.. Going to fire a series of his own bladed darts into it as it catches fire!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:676|Mania (676)}} has posed:'''<br>Pain registers but as soon as it begins to, the symbiote shuts down or at least dampens some of those receptors, allowing Andi the ability to fight on longer. Being up close to that most intimate and potentially deadly 'kiss' from Venom to Carnage, that will be the stuff of nightmares. Mania can sport a tongue of their own, but it usually isn't seen except in certain situations.<br><br>Carnage's efforts to dislodge her lead to one of those cases. As he's hoisting her up, she scrambles around in place, trying to make for a more difficult hold, and that line where the mouth ought to be forms so she can open wide and try a chomp much like Venom would, only by that time she's being sent toward Ghost Spider! There's an attempt to send some webbing out to cushion potential impact, but it may not be in time.<br><br>About the same time, that car alights and ramps up the heat around them, another potential danger if it should explode!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:723|Venom (723)}} has posed:'''<br>Venom feels like he's just about to drive the spike right down Cletus Kasady's worthleess neckhole to harpoon his black withered shit-eating heart when he takes that mace to the chest, Carnage lashing out with all its unholy power and knocking him free and clear.<br><br>Venom tumbles head over heels, hitting the asphalt on his shoulder and skittering end over end until he crashes into an overloaded delivery driver with a fraternity's worth of pizzas in the van. Venom ends up on its head and flops onto the side, grunting and coughing for a moment and saying in Eddie Brock's voice, "Ow."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>"That's a good ---" But Ghost Spider never finishes that sentence because the next moment there's a swinging Mania going her way. All spiky too! And so Gwen has to choose between getting impaled in spikes or getting hit by the blunt side of them. Choosing the latter Ghost Spider is hit -hard- and goes flying.<br><br>So much for it being an unfair four on one! Turns out they were the ones at a disadvantage.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:718|Mary Jane Watson (718)}} has posed:'''<br>And as Carnage pulls away, the Symbiotes are left battered and injured, and the Spiders have to deal wth an exploding car and the people on the bus at risk. Carnage is crawling off - but not for long, just however long it takes him to heal. It's just midway through a very, very long day. So can the heroes keep going on another rise of MAXIMUM CARNAGE!?<br> <br><br />
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15092/Godfellas: You're Not a Russian Hit Man.
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|Date of Scene=2023/06/06<br />
|Location=McCreedy's Bar<br />
|Synopsis=An assassin strikes! Ares, while trying to maintain control of his immense power, is aided needlessly by his son and bodyguard.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>Things had been very interesting since the last events. Though it seemed that all of this was in vain. They had already spoken to a suspect who had admitted to hiring a hitman. That hit had supposedly been cancelled. <br><br>Yet, he still ended up with a bodyguard, just in case. Though, currently, there seemed to be no need for her. Her presence still set the hairs on the back of John Aaron's neck on end because he really wanted nothing to do with her. She was putting a cramp in his entire life. He hadn't been able to go near his bunker for fear of letting her find out what he had hidden under his house and ruining his life for him. Thankfully the door to the bunker was hidden in the finished basement area but still. <br><br>They had butted heads a few times, him having not set the best of tones upon meeting her. But he had behaved since then. Mostly. Until now.<br><br>He had been told very bluntly by the SHIELD agents that he was to avoid the bar where he had run into a certain individual that he'd had words with. They didn't want him to run into that same person. He had agreed. Thus why he was in this bar, which was literally one block down from the other one. He hadn't promised not to come to a bar in the same area so technically he was not breaking his word!<br><br>He was sitting slumped in his chair at a table, doing his best not to look quite as large as he was. He already had four empty beer bottles on the table in front of him and he raised his hand to try and draw the attention of the server to bring him another. Then he picked up the bottle in front of him and finished off the liquid within before setting it back on the table. <br><br>"How long have I been forced to endure your presence?" he asked the petite blonde who served as his boydguard. "Could you guard me perhaps...from the other side of the room? Or better, outside?" A look around at some of the lovely ladies in the room who were utterly ignoring him. "I believe the term for your presence is cramping my style. Or perhaps that is too old fashioned. What is that term I have heard this younger generation use..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Cockblocking, Sir."<br><br>That's the immediate, no-nonsense answer out of the bodyguard. But who was enduring who? It was typical behavior from many of her wards, drowning their sorrows in booze. Maybe it was what had started all this, drunken fighting in a bar with the wrong type of person and then here she was. Trying to play babysitter. No judgement out of her though, it paid the bills.<br><br>In the same way she didn't judge what most likely was a man cave John had under his house. Not that she had seen it but she could see the signs. The way he hovered around as if he wanted her to just go so he could go do whatever men did on those caves. Her bet so far was a carpentry project of some kind.<br><br>"And it's been currently two weeks." No answer about changing her position though. This was the best position where she could have a good angle on checking every approach. She wouldn't jeopardize that on a whim.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Outside in a suitably non-descript SUV parked along the side street perpendicular to the bar was another point of security intent to make sure at the least that the rough patch was past. They had the intel on Bauer, they had the likely gang that was putting out the hit. Things should be resolved and at ease, but this was the first night in those last few weeks that Old Man Aaron was stepping out into the city recreationally. It was a possible point of security failure... and might as well cover it as they can.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which was why Alexander was settled in that vehicle, arm resting on the center console as he spoke quietly on the cellphone, listening to the police scanner and watching one of the video uplinks from outside that bar. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah, I know. It's not so much we're worried someone might... bust a cap in him." Alex smirks slightly, "It's more... if things go south he might be all... well if people learn about him who knows which way he might jump? Best not to risk it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Bored with waiting in the cramped crawlspace, Arjun plucked another spider scurrying along the rafter. Wolf spiders were more of a challenge, so he mildly enjoyed its struggles as he plucks off its legs. Light glints off his curved teeth, gleaming white against his green skin as he pops it in his mouth. One sharp ear swivels as he listens to his intended prey in the bar. <br><br>He had staked out his target - terms gleaned from his last meal and memorized the details of his face and posture. It made the original's adrenaline spike all the more piquant. He enjoyed learning new things as he picked his victim's brains and licked his fingers.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>"That's it!" John proclaimed a bit more loudly than necessary as he sat up. "You are blocking my cock. What an interesting choice of language though it is very fitting as that is indeed the situation."<br><br>And with that, he gave a nod as the server showed up with his next beer. Then she looked to Kelsey to see if she wanted anything before heading back off to continue her rounds. <br><br>At which point John pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. "Speaking of my cock." And he turned to start toward the archway that had the restroom sign above it. He paused after four steps and looked over at Kelsey. "You will not be entering the bathroom with me. There are limits, woman!" And with that, he continued on his way to the mens room. He fully expected Kelsey would be tagging along, as she did much like a chihuahua might being that she was very small but with a big dog attitude, but did also expect her to stop at the door as he pushed it open to enter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Index finger and thumb join together at the bridge of her nose when Ares starts talking about cocks. Like he was five. Or as if he had skipped modern day times and came out of some time machine of sorts. Urgh, maybe she -does- need a drink. But never on the job.<br><br>"Wait." Kelsey fully ignores what John is saying, pace brisk as she goes -past- Ares towards that bathroom. She knocks on the door, "Anyone in there?" satisfied that there is no answer she steps within, gesturing for John to wait on the entrance as she moves from stall to stall to check for anyone there, opening the doors one at a time.<br><br>No one inside so she goes back to the entrance, "You can go in now." the blonde fully ready to wait OUTSIDE.<br><br>------<br><br>Daisy isn't on this stakeout tonight. It was time for the young Aaron to do some solo missions after all and this would be a good one for him, "That's why you are there." she says on comms, "To make sure he doesn't do anything he may regret later. These missions are mostly a testament to your patience though. But if you can get through a night of surveillance you can do anything."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I just don't like change." Alex says into the cellphone, there's a small pause as Daisy gives him her advice, then he nods even though he knows she can't see him. He eventually gives a few words back instead of nodding, "Well I'll keep you posted."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A beat, then he frowns slightly, "Next update. Depending. See you." A small smile touches his lips, then the connection ends.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alexander then settles in, nudging the tablet so he can see the feed a little more clearly, several of the other cameras cycling through the rotation. Nothing too intrusive since they didn't know what bar was going to be used until the last moment, but some exterior cameras are set to keep track of comings and goings, and a disguised directional microphone. That should serve for tonight at the least.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Hunger fills the creature, strong enough to overcome the constant pain twisting his spine. He remembers every broken bone, every burn scarring his skin. All his joints crackle with crippled tissue. <br><br>Arjun's skin ripples in anticipation of the coming change - the delicious crack of cranial bone and the last stutters of nerves firing, making limbs thrash as they hold onto life. He sucks the water filling his mouth and poises himself to meet his next meal. This one will not be ordinary.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>As the tiny blonde opens the door and goes in to check, John Aaron stands outside that door looking bemused. He folded his arms over his chest as he awaited permission to enter and do his business. When she finally slipped back out of the door, he stepped aside so she wouldn't be blocked bo his bulk. Then he headed into the room, letting the door close behind him.<br><br>At which point he went over to take care of what he came in here for. At least, the first thing he came in here for. And once that was complete, he turned his attention to the far wall and the window within it. <br><br>Time to ditch the bodyguard. He had needs and she was interfering with them.<br><br>Though, he was wondering if he was going to be able to actually /fit/ through that window. And he started to walk across the space to check it out more closely.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>The door closes behind her and Kelsey exhales. She knows she should had asked for more pay, this bodyguard job is going to take years out of her life. And out of her patience. But at least she doesn't have to hear the man for a little while now. Not that her attentive gaze stops going over the rest of the bar...<br><br>And there we go ... A pair of dudes wanting to go in right as she is standing there, of course. Probably not the type to be hitmen but drunk enough to poke at a woman standing at the entrance to the men's room. "Hey, beautiful. Waitin' for someone to bring you in there?" "Heheh, we could do that... now move out of the way and..."<br><br>She cuts in with a gesture. "Bathroom is close for five minutes. Just hold it in." Admittedly she could had used a bit more diplomacy there but then again she is feeling short in the figurative sense and with little patience.<br><br>---<br><br>Daisy chuckles into the phone, "You don't like change like pretty much everyone doesn't. It only means you are human." and then the phone is off and she goes back to tending to her cat's needs. Director Furry needs feeding.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;On the phone Alexander's rejoinder to the dead cellphone is a simple, "Yeah well, your face is human."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As fate would have it, that window that John Aaron considers as his pathway to freedom, it looks out upon that black SUV in its comfortable parking spot on that side street. The windows are mildly tinted so will offer little insight into the soul within the vehicle, but the old Olympian likely knows the way of things enough to know that that... is an SUV of some import.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alexander, for his part, is unaware of what transpires between Kelsey and her charge. Thankfully so considering how displeased the younger Olympian would be to hear his father overuse various biological terms that as far as he's concerned he should never have to hear from the old man.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh, he wouldn't mind having a little dessert. If the little blonde with the sweet blood rushed in, it would be her last moment's on earth. Only rush would spoil his pleasure. <br><br>A growl rumbles deep in Arjun's throat at the sound of piss gurgling against the urinal wall; the aroma of ammonia flowers through the room. His target's back is reflected in the bathroom's mirrors as he drops from the ceiling as quickly and quietly as the last spider still bitter on his tongue.<br><br>The yaksha's crippled back straightens. Rags mend themselves into a semblance of reality. Tusks retract and hair grows in place of cratered flesh. No puppet, he had no need to relieve himself and stands so close to Ares that he might feel his hot breath stir the hair on the nape of his neck.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>As he eyed that window, John feels that breath. He hadn't heard the door open though he heard murmured voices outside it. Male and Kelsey? But the door had not opened or he'd have been aware. He hadn't caught the ceiling tile moving nor had he heard the being land behind him. But John is not an ordinary human. Truly, he isn't a human at all. He was not going to simply faint away from such things. <br><br>"Is something amiss, Mister...?" he asked as he started to turn, prepared to go into full on combat mode if necessary. Though, for all he knew, this was someone else who was looking to release some tension in another way and happened to like his men on the taller side. His tone was conversational, not confrontational.<br><br>And that is when his eyes would widen ever so slightly. Because what he saw was not what he expected. "Well, aren't you a handsome one." Though his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at...himself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Beings sensitive to shifts on the arcane plane would feel the expanding aura of power and magic emanating from the tiled room. The crazed mirror overwritten with half-erased graffiti gives back the image of two identical men. Handsome and older with the gravitas of age and the knowledge of power beyond the ordinary mortal, the two regard each other. Arjun smiles in answer and stretches his arms.<br><br>Nails transform into curved bone as he wraps his arms around Ares and squeezes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a hint of something in the air as Alexander turns his head slightly. Some tinge of something that sets off the texture of the world ever so slightly as the young Olympian turns his head toward the bar that holds his father. Perhaps just a feeling or an odd tingle to the youth's curiousity, but it is enough that it motivates him to check the feeds he has established. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing on the displays... nothing that is obvious. Within the room of that tavern there's no action, no activity...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No Ares.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alexander's eyebrows rise a bit. Though there's the bodyguard...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>The smile and opening of arms was worthy of hesitation. Yet, Ares was still relaxed as he faced the the being that looked just like him. Thoughts ran through his head of possibilities. Shapeshifter, alternate self from another plane of existence, family member playing a prank. So many things it could be. A true doppleganger was possible presumably, but he doubted a human that looked like John Aaron would react this way to seeing himself. <br><br>As the arms started to close in, John brought up his arms up and slammed them outwards, in an attempt to push the arms of the man away from him before they could close around his person. Even as he followed by trying to hook a leg behind the ankle of the man to tug the leg forward and following up with a double handled /slam/ of his palms against the chest of the other man in an attempt to knock him over.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Just her luck. Having to escort a loudmouth around a bar and now about having to kick the ass out of those two guys wanting to go in. And of course they are drunk. Kelsey places thumb and index finger to her nose as if she knew there was an headache coming ..<br><br>"Listen, girl. We are going in there whether you want to or..." Whatever the man was saying back at Kelsey he never finishes it because she turns suddenly towards the door leading to the bathroom and kicks it open, "Mr. Aaron!" she starts striding into the room.<br><br>And so do the two men that just wanted to have a leak but once they spot whatever Arjun is? They run!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Delicious. They were going to grapple. The raksha liked to play with his prey. Torture had broken his soul long before stamping its mark on his body. The Master was consummate in the art of breaking his creatures.<br><br>A low sound fills the tiled room, Arjun laughs amused at Ares struggle. Impossibly long claws wrap Ares in a warm embrace and two identical foreheads meet in a resounding crack as Ares pulls them together and they fall backward to the unforgiving floor. Twisting his legs with Ares, Arjun levers himself on top of the man and fixes him with a picture of his open open mouth filled with fangs as he bends to bite.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sound of the struggle didn't make it outside. But as that door opened to the bathroom, revealing the two struggling men... or man and man-thing, the bar-patrons that had been following Kelsey into the room suddenly had a surge of surprise. Then when they saw the creature's monstrous features there was a rush of fear.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which to the young man on the other side of the wall was an abrupt red flag as he pushed open the door on the SUV and rolled out of the seat quickly. He grabbed his jacket instinctively and then moved in the direction of that surge of panic when he realized it was... right behind the wall.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or rather on the other side of that tall window.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For those in the bathroom they'll hear a heavy /crunch and the shattering of glass as part of that wall is broken inwards, the window breaking open scattering glass and concrete and concrete dust on the far side of the bathroom.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>That did not go as planned. The creature was stronger than expected and managed to bring those hands back in, taking Ares down with it when it toppled to the ground. As their heads met, there was a loud noise but John Aaron didn't really seem to feel a negative effect from it. Though, he was surprised at how hard the blow had been. This was definitely not human in any way, shape, or form. It might have been a mutant or metahuman but he even pushed that out of his mind after that impact. <br><br>Then there were sharp teeth coming toward his head even as he heard the door slamming open and a window breaking somewhere in the room. Yet he didn't have time to look at either. Though he had his suspicions of at least one of them. "Kelsey, nay! Get out!" <br><br>Even as he brings am arm up and SLAMS a fist into the ribs of the being on top of him while his other hand comes up to grasp at it's throat and hold that gaping maw away from him. <br><br>The problem was that Ares was starting to get mad. The oddness that the assassin already had in the air was starting to crackle with power. Yet, he could not let it loose. Not in front of Kelsey or others. It would betray his nature and that would hurt Alexander, the one thing he would not allow to happen.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Intent on the struggle, two weak humans entering the room barely registers on Arjun. Neck muscles stand out like steel cables as he bears down on the so-called god in his grasp. The warm smell of blood that will blossom in his mouth consumes his attention. <br><br>Oooomph.<br><br>A cracked rib is nothing compared to the pain of living. Arjun's serrated smile widens.<br><br>The surge of supernatural power in the room breaks into his anticipated pleasure like an off smell in a meal. He loosens his hold enough to lever a hand up to grasp his prey's neck in a chokehold meant to cut off air and blows rotting breath into his face as he bends. Arjun would be content with ripping that haughty nose off his face.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>The bodyguard takes a second to survey the scene. Two John Aaron's fighting? No, one of them has fangs and claws. She advances towards the fight, fully ignoring John's warning because she's the bodyguard here. All until that window explodes..<br><br>She pauses but manages to not get tossed back, a foot wedging back against one of the bathroom stalls and one arm up to cover her face from any glass that could cut her. She grits her teeth.<br><br>Fangs and claws. Something or someone with clearly unnatural strength right outside the window of the bathroom. A normal human might run at the face of such dangers. But Kelsey has a job to do here. So she doubles down on moving ahead, "I will provide a way out."<br><br>And she lifts one leg up to bring it down heel-first against the head of the being fighting John, taking advantage that the man is holding that face in such a nice angle for a good kick!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a faint haze of concrete dust in the air, though only briefly as through the broken window comes Alexander, feet first initially as he had grabbed the ledge above the window and kicked through into the restroom. He lands next to the sink, boots crunching on the ground and giving him a clear line of sight to the mayhem in front of him. First thing's first.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A bare flicker of silver flame lights his eyes as he rushes forward behind the bodyguard who is going in for that axe kick. Almost negligently he gestures toward the two men who had been hassling Kelsey. Barely a flicker of power sensed only by those two civilians as their hint of fear about the situation becomes a flare of terror that quickly sends them on their way. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As for the ruckus on the floor... he takes a moment to get into position near Kelsey, probably looking for the right moment to draw her free.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>John would've cursed but he seemed to have no air suddenly thanks to that clawed grip closing around his throat. Air was necessary for speech. Even for someone like him. As he saw Kelsey come into view, he adjusted his own grip to be sure he kept the creature's head right where it was, giving her that perfect view.<br><br>John brought up his other hand to the torso of the creature, grabbing the front of it's shirt and trying to continue holding it a bay before those sharp teeth could make contact with any of his flesh. Because he kind of liked his nose right where it was. It went with the rest of the face, after all.<br><br>He turned his head to the side, presenting a little less of a target. Even as he started to smile as he felt that surge of power, realized what the window had been. <br><br>The fact he didn't actually need to breathe unless he wanted to? Was the other reason for that smile.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>An unexpected blow snaps Arjun's fangs together hard; the copper taste of blood fills his mouth, enraging him and making him miss his first bite. With supernatural speed, he rakes at the offending foot with the intent of claws tearing cloth into ribbons, ruining socks and slicing skin.<br><br>A ripple of terror laps the air like a skirl of cold wind presaging a storm. Arjun roars. The blow meant to slice and dice the offending foot aimed at his head now comes down on Are's ear the claws wrapping around the back of his head in a caress sharp as knives.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Kelsey knew she should had brought her shit-kicker boots tonight. The metal reinforced ones. As it stands the blow mostly bounces off even she at least gets the satisfaction of seeing some blood on the creature's mouth. The counter-blow comes fast and even as she retreats with her leg fast there's brief contact of claws to her boot, she feeling a searing pain on her foot. Something to worry about later.<br><br>A familiar figure rushes in ..., through the window? She notes it's John's son, Alexander, lifting a brow in his direction. "We need to get your father out of here." no questions on how he got here, or how he got to just barge through the window like that. Questions will be for later, right now the priority being on getting John Aaron safely out of here!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The newly arrived Alexander moves in quickly as the monstrous image of a clawed and fanged father figure menaces. A quick nod as Kelsey speaks and he says, "Window." And then he's moving on the creature.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a small moment in between Kelsey withdrawing and when the creature bears back down on Ares that Alexander takes the instant to dive bodily into the thing known to some as Arjun. He barrels in trying to pin the creature against the wall, forearm against its throat as his eyes lock with the thing. Perhaps in that moment all it can perceive is the sudden rush of movement, the realization of another combatant... <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then it sees those eyes. And the silver flame within.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>For a moment, John Aaron feels those claws digging into the back of his head, slicing through the flesh there. Because he knew that it should. And thus he didn't harden his skin into armor to block it. It wouldn't be able to get through the bone hopefully. <br><br>He was holding the body up and away from him slightly which perhaps helped Alexander to gain purchase and, hopefully, drag the creature off of him with a forearm across it's throat. <br><br>If so, John would roll to his feet in a way that was far too easy for someone of his size. The fact blood was dripping down from the wounds to stain the shoulder of his shirt and back didn't matter. Head wounds did like to bleed a lot. Instead, he was focused on the creature. And intent on ripping all it's limbs off. That seemed a good plan. <br><br>Until he spotted Kelsey and this time that cursing did happen as he had the air for it. It would've made a sailor blush. Most would presume it was because he'd been attacked and wounded at least.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Intent on his victim, the perverted raksha dismisses the voices overhead. His next warm meal struggles underneath him and hunger drives him. <br><br>An arm wraps around his neck. Surprise at the uncanny strength in his new assailant breaks his concentration on Ares. The razor sharp claws withdraw from their embrace around his victim's head, leaving the heady perfume of warm blood in the air. They wrap around the offending arm, knives intent on severing wrist and forearm as he looks into argent eyes that expand, drawing him away from the cold hard floor and the heat of battle.<br><br>Old pain blooms, the memory of cracked bones and fatigue beyond all imagining fills the world. Something strange takes place. In the hatred and blame that enflamed his existence and drove his hunger, Arjun realizes he could have resisted. What is pain but a flare of firing nerves? Action leaves an indelible mark on existence. All those deaths in the name of avoiding pain.<br><br>The silver becomes unbearable light as Arjun's life and all the missed crossroads flicker through his anger, killing it and freezing him in place.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Arjun's world shrinks to that single perception, the world around him goes on. The newly arrived Alexander rises up while still holding the creature against the wall, securing the monstrosity in his father's image. He says over his shoulder quickly toward Kelsey. "There's a black SUV in the alley."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His free hand digs into his jacket pocket and a keyfob is slid across the floor in her direction, "Get him in there and to a safe location. I'll handle this." Even as he shakes his head slightly. No thought is spared for the hows and whys of the moment, instead there are the practical matters to attend. In the next instant he's pressing an ear piece into his ear, the action of doing so causing it to key to life. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;On the SHIELD comms a voice is heard, likely by Daisy as well if she's monitoring. &lt;&lt; Agent Aaron to Triskelion Actual. I need a secure pick up on an enhanced suspect, doppelganger or amorphous operative protocol needed. &gt;&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Kelsey moves swiftly, perhaps not unnaturally so, but still fast enough, moving between John and the creature that is now being pinned to the wall by Alexander. She keeps one arm to her side as if to stop John's advance on the creature in case he is having thoughts on attacking it, "This way, Sir." no-nonsense tone as she takes control of the situation, no matter that there's all the supernatural stuff going on.<br><br>"Through the window." Or is it a hole in the wall now? Probably the latter. Firm hand takes hold of John's shoulder and then she's moving him through the bathroom and out the window, a glance over her shoulder..<br><br>Did Alex just freeze him with his gaze? She catches the keys tossed her way, a sharp nod in return and then they are out, rushing towards that SUV!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>For an instant, John doesn't move. He has his gaze locked on that suspect being held by his son. There is that swell of pride at the boy but he doesn't have time to think about that. For a moment later, a small hand is shoving his shoulder and he looks down to Kelsey. A frown. <br><br>And his essence has fed well from the conflict just experienced though now that red rage in his mind seeks to overwhelm. To allow him to fall into that pit of conflict and battle! To simply go through the building and tear through them all like tissue paper. He looks to his son, to see if he too will partake of the glorious battle to come. And sees the boy slide the keys to Kelsey, instructing her to use them to get him away from this place. And an instant of anger flares that his boy would dare try to stop him. Then slowly realizing that he has to wait. Bide his time. There will be more conflict, more battle. This is but an instant. The red in his thoughts recedes. <br><br>And Ares, God of War, does as he is bid. <br><br>Though it goes against every core of his being, he turns and quickly is jumping out of that hole where the window had once been. He even offers a hand to Kelsey to help her through before following her guidance to the SUV in question.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:495|Jessica Drew (495)}} has posed:'''<br>Dust tickles his nose, urging Arjun to sneeze. The uncontrollable need to sneeze blends with a new painful sensation: regret. Claws flex and retract, fangs retract scoring his lips that drip with blood. Arjun is caught in a maze of flickering images, deaths relived without triumph. Imprisoned. <br><br>Is there a choice before him? He could battle his way out of the hallways of memory and kill everyone in the room. It is only a matter of choice. The vista of breaking free and returning to his old life dies - shadows effaced by silvery light.<br> <br><br />
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15211/Guess who I invited for lunch
2023-06-23T21:46:05Z
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|Date of Scene=2023/06/23<br />
|Location=R and D Labs: Triskelion<br />
|Synopsis=Daisy brings a very special guest to have lunch at the labs with Jemma.<br />
|Cast of Characters=196,729,2785<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>So it was that once again Daisy was coming over to the labs for what is her usual drop-by with takeout food for one Jemma Simmons. Just in case the scientist forgets to have lunch. Of course that today was a /tad/ different. First because she had actually sent a message announcing she was going:<br><br>&gt;&gt; Hey, you at the lab? Going for our lunch!<br><br>And the second reason:<br><br>&gt;&gt; I am bringing a guest!<br><br>So suspicious.<br><br>The guest being Blackagar, Daisy having messaged him for them to meet at the entrance to the SHIELD's HQ. She was now leading them in, carrying a bag full of food and a Blackagar on tow. "Figure it was high time we all met and figured out what to do." she tells Blackagar, pressing the button that opens the door to the lab where Jemma most likely is in.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>&gt;&gt; Of course I am in the lab.<br><br>It was a silly question to ask Jemma. She has been in the lab for a great deal of time lately. With the occasion foray to London or elsewhere, Jemma has been head's down in the lab. Partly to research...and mostly to avoid social interaction.<br><br>Which...Daisy knows. Hence the need for bringing lunch. But the guest part?<br><br>Yes, that was new. And potentially worrisome.<br><br>Should she bother to tidy up? Not Jemma's station, of course. She is the very definition of 'prim and proper'. But the other stations? Not so much. Oh well, she isn't the Lab Mother. They can clean their own workstations.<br><br>Of course, Jemma does take a little bit of time to straighten her area. Just in case.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2785|Blackagar Boltagon (2785)}} has posed:'''<br>Broken? No.<br><br>Bent to the point of breaking? ... Probably.<br><br>The months(?) have not been good for Blackagar, not since that day. He has been absent in many things, hard to find or reach. What does someone in the throes of grief do when the normal remedies simply do not apply? That in itself is the true question, and where he had been hiding. However, drug from the reclusion that he was in by Daisy, Blackagar trudges not far behind the woman.<br><br>His appearance is far from kingly; jeans and a shirt under a worn jacket. Days worth of beard on his cheeks and a definitive distance to his blue eyes.<br><br>If Jemma took the time to straighten her lab, it was clearly for naught as the Inhuman hasn't spent the time to straighten himself. It is easy to mistake him as any of the other faceless people passing the streets of the city, except for his arrival to when Daisy asked him to meet; the descent from the sky really is not the usual manner of travel for others (or him in that manner) so minute is his concern at present.<br><br>~I was taking a nap,~ he signs before following Daisy to the lab.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Taking naps and then getting fed?" Daisy casts a look over her shoulder at the bearded Blackagar, "If I didn't know better I would say you are turning into a cat." the hacker inserting a little levity into it. Yes, she knew why Blackagar was the way he was right now. She had gone through her own grief, but she had found a hope of finding Jane too and that had spurred her forward.<br><br>And besides, it's not like you could keep a Daisy from seeking the sun for long.<br><br>Daisy makes her way in and smiles fondly at Jemma. "Hey, hope you don't mind I brought someone.." she gesturing with the bag towards Blackagar, "Taking him out of his reclusive ways and such..., and .., to also talk about what we have discovered." a knowing look shared with Jemma.<br><br>Bags are placed on the counter. And yes, it's chinese takeout of course. From the Royal Dragon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>There might have been a bit of trepidation as the door opens. After all, Daisy likes her surprises...and Jemma likes to know. So, surprises are not usually Jemma's cup of tea. But, the anxiety dissipates mostly as she sees that it is Blackagar coming with Daisy, rather than some other unknown variable. And...the nervousness dies down somewhat for Jemma. "Oh...hello to you both."<br><br>There is still a little anxiety. Not much, but present. Because of the shared experiences with Jane. But yes...that can be dealt with later.<br><br>It is almost tangible the shift. The putting away of not exactly pleasant thoughts to put on a brave face. If there was ever a poster girl for 'Keep Calm and Carry On', it would be Jemma.<br><br>"Right....what we have discovered." A glance to the bags. "And I see our favorite takeout. This should prove a most engaging discussion."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2785|Blackagar Boltagon (2785)}} has posed:'''<br>With the bags set down, Blackagar slowly reaches over and crooks a finger into one to open just a little and eye the contents with curiosity. A small nod of approval comes as he steps away to a nearby stool and sits on it, reaching down to press a button on the watch he wears.<br><br>"Reclusion is nice," the robotic voice that translates his signing hands into audible words speaks, lacking emotion in the tone (although it may fit his demeanor at present). "It is good to see that both of you are doing well. I should have checked on you sooner, but I ..."<br><br>But he's been in no state to.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yes. I got us the JJ special." Is Daisy talking about the Jessica Jones special? The one with bourbon? Well ...., it certainly might be an interesting conversation.<br><br>She starts digging into the bags to get the food out, pausing when she hears that robotic voice. She eyes Blackagar, blinking once as she clearly didn't expect that, "Nice one, who created it? You should met me have a look and ...." a pause and, "Sorry, well, it's good that you have one of those." she smiles faintly, then looks at Jemma, "The shards..." followed by a glance over to one side where she knows they are being kept.<br><br>"If there's people you don't have to justify yourself with is us, Blackagar." she tells the King in a genuine manner. "But you know we are here for whenever you need us. But right now it's us that need you, or in this case maybe your expertise."<br><br>And Daisy then uses her own expertise of getting that food distributed between them.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, that."<br><br>Is Jemma referring to the shards or to the special? She doesn't answer immediately, though. Partly because the robotic voice catches her off-guard, too. "That is a new device. I didn't anticipate that. You are making it far too easy for me, you know, Blackagar." Considering Jemma could follow the sign language on its own, it is making it easier. There is a smile that is flashed just for the Inhuman king...and then Jemma's eyes flicker over to the same spot that Daisy went to.<br><br>"Oh yes, the shards."<br><br>"Our sentient shards that have their own consciousness. Well...your collection and my collection. Both distinct, but similar. And, apparently, composed of an alloy rather similar to uru." No, Jemma isn't just sharing info to share. More, it seems that she is reciting what she remembers as a sort of a mental reboot. "Yes, that is a rather unique development, isn't it?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2785|Blackagar Boltagon (2785)}} has posed:'''<br>Blackagar looks at Daisy, a bit of an amused look momentarily showing in his expression and eyes, "The base idea was already in existence, just a few modifications to pick up my specific hand motions." The voice is still quite bland and a touch British, a Pierce Brosnan quality to it. "I do not think my voice actually sounds like this." He adds as an after thought.<br><br>Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small device, about the size of a altoid container and tosses it to Daisy so she can inspect the device before he continues. "What expertise do you mean? I'm not entirely sure I'm an expert in anything at present." He accepts a plate of food when offered.<br><br>There is a very distinct silence that follows then the movement of a sigh (silently done) comes, "I have encountered the same, during a meteor storm outside of Attilan."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Daisy catches the device, turning it in her fingers as she nods at Blackagar's explanation on what it does. She eventually hands it over to Jemma in case she wants to check it out. "I totally imagine you sounding like that ..., well, maybe just a little less robotic. But that can be worked on." she muses, pursing her lips together, thoughtful.<br><br>With the focus then going to the shards she nods a couple of times at Jemma's explanation all until Blackagar announces he found similar shards of his own. "Ahah!" she points at Blackagar as if expecting it already. "I knew it. The shards went close to those people closer to Jane. Or in this case what the Undrjarn perceived as those closer to her. I can't explain how but I believe we are talking about the various facets of the entity that was hammer. When it shattered it spread into these pieces." she pauses.<br><br>"You have talked to it, haven't you?" she asks of Blackagar.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>The device is caught...cradled in both hands as Jemma pulls it up to inspect. It is a marvel...and something that Fitz would most certainly like to see, but Jemma knows enough to know how it works and appreciate the mechanics of its primary function. She hands over the translator back to Blackagar with little fanfare. Although, Jemma adds. "I can ask Fitz to make it more personable. Even give you a selection of voices, if you like. Though, do not ask me to pick. Otherwise you might end up sounding like David Tennant." Because of course Doctor Who fan.<br><br>In regards to the shards, well Jemma has a bit more for her own part. "Hmm...my set did not exactly come close to me. I ended up finding them at the Playground. In Delaware. I wouldn't necessarily call a late night 3 hour drive or so 'close'." There might have been a laugh there. At the very least a wry little smile.<br><br>"Did it give you a name, too? I would imagine it seemed terribly depressed, as well."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2785|Blackagar Boltagon (2785)}} has posed:'''<br>Blackagar signs with his hands, "I may take you up on that. However, I am only intending to use it around select people. Those who do not need the silent presence to remind them of certain things." A small smile appears, briefly. "You would be surprised how the intimidation of silence can alleviate situations."<br><br>He is about to take a bite of food then but finally sets the plate down, presuming that he'll have to wait until he finishes the thoughts. "Yes, it spoke to me. Mysteries and rhymes, things that I did not have the headspace for when it came to me. Even now... I struggle with grief." Understatement.<br><br>"Mine was... frantic. Insistent. That there was a way to retrieve the soul. I will admit I was intrigued, for we have a body lacking a soul. The probability of this, if you consider it. One soul for two bodies, and one of those bodies is destroyed."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mine wasn't depressed." Daisy says with a shake of her head, "Was more like a sulky teenager, stubborn and angry that she lost." it making the hacker purse her lips together, "Might be we are all watching different facets of the hammer. Which means we should join them." she suggests, looking between them.<br><br>"And from then maybe we can remake Undrjarn." She smiling faintly at the mention of a soul, "Yes, we have the body. It only means we have to find where her soul is. Well, easier said than done but it means hope isn't lost. And there's meaning to these fragments.."<br><br>Looking at Jemma she chuckles, "Mine just crashed through my window, and over Hell's Kitchen. Yea, went around the neighborhood picking the pieces up."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, my collection seemed rather sullen. Though, it could have been reflecting my emotional state at the time." Jemma shrugs as she reaches for a bit of food. Yes, she just admitted she was not in the best of mindsets at the time. "But, yes, after testing my shards and Daisy's, there was little doubt that they are from the same source. I would imagine yours are as well, Blackagar."<br><br>Reforging Undrjarn gets a curious expression. "While I agree that we should attempt to remake Undrjarn, so that at the very least the consciousness within is made whole, I do not know if it is possible with our present resources. Short of asking for Asgardian aid, I am not sure if we can reconstruct what is considered a magical artifact. We simply do not have complete understanding of the construction methods. And...I don't know about you, but I do not know of any mystical acquaintances that would be willing or able to assist with this."<br><br>A pause. "But yes...we do need to restore Jane's soul to her body. From what I remember, Grani mentioned something about Hel? Perhaps Jane's soul is there?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2785|Blackagar Boltagon (2785)}} has posed:'''<br>"A reflection of emotions is feasible. As I have had a substantial amount of anger," Blackagar affirms to Jemma's theory. He doesn't delay in eating at least an eggroll since that still let's him have general movement of his hands.<br><br>When Hel is mentioned, a sharp look comes from Blackagar and he nods slowly, "That is what I was informed by my shards as well, that the soul is in Hel. I have..." He pauses, "I have been exploring possibilities of going there. Looking at various access points on Earth and in other locations." <br><br>It is the Blackagar way, just casually stroll in to Hel and demand something. "What connection would the Undrjarn reforging have with needing to enter Hel, are the two not mutually exclusive?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, I know a few magical people..." Give it to Daisy to have friends EVERYWHERE. But then again she's always had a penchant for making them. She even got Fitzsimmons out of their shells! "Though I agree it'd be hard for us to be able to actually reforge it. We can always talk with the Asgardians, I think Loki still owe us one ...? Or three?" she pops some food into her mouth and then quirks a brow.<br><br>"Wait ..., are you implying I am the sulky, angry teenager..?" Daisy folds her arms in an annoyed manner, "Because I am nothing like that..." nothing at all! Hmph.<br><br>"but anyway, as for actually going to Hel Asgardians are the ones to reach out to. They have their ways to traverse the realms from what I understand. As for reforging it, all depends on how connected it is to Jane's soul. Maybe retrieving it is the catalyst to reforge the artifact?" she shakes her head. "But I know next to nothing about magic."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>Going to other realms? That might be a little outside Jemma's wheelhouse. And, she states as such. "Well, I am sure there are far better people than I am that can go to other realms to look for souls. I mean, I was practically useless when we first had to hunt down Jane. The only reason I was able to find her at all was because of the particular energy signature of her bracelet, err, I mean Undrjarn." There is a shrug as Jemma pokes at her takeout. "I have little chance to find a soul. Especially in the Norse version of the Underworld. You would be far better off with someone that travels in those particular circles."<br><br>Well...at least Jemma hasn't written off magic, like she normally would. But...she does have a point. At least, in her view. She is not a magic person. There might be better resources to help with this.<br><br>As far as the sulky teenager? Well, Jemma isn't saying anything...but the slight smile is enough. Perhaps there is more to the point that the shard reflect the finder's emotional state.<br><br>As far as reconstruction....Jemma might have an idea on that. "Well, if it is just a physical reconstruction, then surely any engineer would suffice. It is more the metaphysical aspects that concern me. Short of asking Afroth itself, I do not know how we might be able to make it...no, her...whole." Jemma just slips into using the name that her particular shard collection used. Afroth.<br><br>It becomes apparent that Jemma has had placed a lot of thought on the matter.<br> <br><br />
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14950/The Asgardians and the Hag
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|Location=Palace - Asgard<br />
|Synopsis=The Asgardians face the Hag at her Tower and discover things were not as they seemed.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"That's as far as I am willing to go.."<br><br>The guard Gardar had rode with the Asgardians through the night, towards the Tower where Amora was supposed to be. And the closer they got to the Tower the more destruction they could witness, almost as if the land itself was being leeched of it's life. Grass had turned brown and dead. Trees withered. Animals? None in sight. Even their horses were having trouble, the unnatural feel of the place felt by their equine senses.<br><br>It's still a bit till dawn yet there is no mistaking the Tower ahead of them on the next hill, a gloomy green light keeping it in view. Screeches are heard from it. Very similar to those winged creatures they fought before.<br><br>Brunnhilde brings her horse to a stop, watching the looming Tower with a frown. "Even for Amora it's a bit too much." the spite in her words visible. "Perhaps she thought she could do what she wanted when the Prince disappeared.." a look to Thor then to the others.<br><br>Whatever is happening here Hilde isn't liking it one bit.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It had not taken too long to gather their mounts and return to the pursuit of the one known as Amora. Hag to some, enchantress to others, if these works had been indeed due to her then there would be much for her to answer for. At least such was the hint on the mien of the Thunderer.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the mounts started to balk, Thor had said simply. "Best we tend to the steeds, find them a suitable place to take their rest and we go on. They will be of little aid to us for now." Easily said for the one that can fly, of course. Though it was clear that the mounts were displeased. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He slung his leg off the steed and dropped to the ground, then proceeded to go through his gear, setting Stormbreaker upon his back and taking one of the saddle bags. A look is given to the others, "I know we have seen horrors so far, hopefully we may be able to at least speak towards peace. Though Amora will have to answer for her crimes lest there is some other threat that has harmed these people."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Agreed." And with that single word, Sif followed Thor's example. She gave the horse a few strokes on her neck, speaking soft words to her. The mount stilled some but the nervousness was still there in the wideness of the equine's eyes sand the flicks of her tail. "We will be better off on foot." Even though she couldn't fly.<br><br>She pulled her lance from the saddle, slinging it across her back. It was in the stowed version, thus shorter than it would be once she extended the ends. Her sword was at her side. A glance was given toward the tower and she frowned darkly. The whole area didn't just look wrong, it felt wrong. Even to someone like her with no ties to magic. <br><br>"If this is Amora and she is responsible, she should be dealt with. Permanently."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The Tower consumes Kelda's attention as they ride closer. Its innate evil, fascinating and repellent - a vortex sapping the energy the life force of any living creature in its surroundings. Her mount is restless under her; only its innate bravery keeps it obedient to her will. <br><br>"It is the kindest thing we can do for them. I hope we are not too close to the evil that blights the land, and they suffer for it."<br><br>Kelda dismounts and goes to the mare's head, stroking its neck and encouraging her. The mare flinches under Kelda's touch, unsettled, shifting restlessly, then quiets.<br><br> "There is no reasoning with one who would wound the land and its people so," she says, giving her mount a final pat. "We will stop her."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Hilde immediately slides down from her mount, arming herself of a long iron spear and her shield, already a piece of it missing from the earlier fight with those winged serpents. It would do though. She feels the weight of it on her arm and nods at the others, stormy blue eyes resting on Sif and at her words.<br><br>"We should."<br><br>No love lost between her and Amora. But then again, considering their past it's hard to imagine there would still be any care for the sorceress by Hilde. In fact there's so little that she shouts out a defiant, "WE ARE COMING FOR YOU, HAG!" her voice echoing across the barren land and towards the Tower. Clearly not a believer in a stealthy approach. Not in this at least.<br><br>Gardar takes the horses, "I will take care of them." he murmurs, relieved they don't ask him to continue on, starting to grab the reins to keep them away.<br><br>As they approach further towards their destination a figure can be seen coming to the window at the top of the Tower, a musical laughter heard. "Such illustrious visitors that are coming for a visit. Though I do not recall having invited you for tea." the figure singsongs.<br><br>"Even if my doors are always open for my dear Thor." A beat, ".. if he comes with good intentions."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Amora!" Thor says from the base of the tower, shouting upwards in that booming voice he so often uses in the field. He lifts one hand to shade his eyes slightly as he looks upon the visage of the figure above, he takes a deep breath then bellows. "I would have words with thee!" <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A turn to look at the others and he says simply, "I wish to try diplomacy as we can, I would ask you to bear with me until a moment we are left with little choice." As he says that he looks between the stern women amongst him, his one blue eye flitting from each to each. He quirks an eyebrow as he asks a further silent question though they likely get the gist, wishing for them to hold their judgment for now at least.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he turns back, "It has been some time, will you grant us entry?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The lance is back in Sif's hand, a push of a button extending the dual blades out either end of it. Then she hefts it, obviously testing the weight. And her eyes aren't leaving that figure in the tower. <br><br>Those that know her will recognize she is considering if she can make the throw. <br><br>But then Thor's words force her to look at him instead. A moment. Two. Then the button is pushed and the weapon compacts once more, blades disappearing within. She slings it to her back and gives a terse nod but says nothing. For if she were to speak, she suspects her voice would betray her annoyance. <br><br>Thor has asked and she will not deny him his opportunity. Both as a Prince and, more importantly, a friend.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>Kelda casts a humorous glance at dear Thor, her mouth quirked wryly. She murmurs softly for no one's benefit, "Oh, we come with good intentions, Lady. Though you may not like them." A skirl of icy wind bends the dry grass around the mage as she leaves her horse's side.<br><br>"Thank you, Gardar. Leave this area and return to the edge of the sickness. Forfend that it affects you."<br><br>She takes a step, then stops, eyes closed as she explores the tainted magic infecting the Tower, then sends words whispered on a cool breeze for her companion's ears alone. ~"This magic is Amora's, yet not. Its power has a strange twist to it. Ware, the Tower, friends, it amplifies her powers."~<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The figure /leans/ over that window tower, making no effort to keep her assets modest or hidden, "Words..." Amora says wistfully, "... always words, and nothing more..." hand brushing over long blond hair as she considers the various Asgardians way down there by the base of the Tower. Yet for all the wickedness Amora may or may not have one thing has always been true, she can't bring herself to deny Thor so...<br><br>"Very well, I shall grace you with my hospitality. Even those .., others." and when her clear blue gaze runs over Sif, Hilde and Kelda there's undisguised animosity there. She never played well with other women. Specially ones that are friends with the Prince.<br><br>The doors start to open, slowly, giving way within. Hilde doesn't lose time, starting to walk inside, "Hope we are getting into the wolf's mouth." her eyes burning as if aching for a fight. Yet like Sif she won't go against Thor's wishes. Perhaps there's a way to solve this without bloodshed. She doubts it though.<br><br>The Tower opens to an expansive foyer. Larger than what the tower suggested it would be from the outside, but perhaps that's Amora's magic at work. Some of those serpents that attacked them before are present, hissing. But they do not attack. Simply watching the group move through.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the sight of the serpents in the confines of the tower, Thor's expression slips more toward the pensive. His lips purse as he frowns, then he begins to move toward what would be the most suitable way to ascend toward where Amora held her vigil. He cannot help, however, but grimace a little at the creatures. Perhaps even catching a sidelong look from the others where he murmurs, "I know this does not look good, but perhaps there is an explanation."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even as he says this he lets his saddle bag drop from his shoulder and he holds it loose in his left hand. He spares a glance at Sif then Brunnhilde, one of those old glances between warriors that they had seen before. It offered simply, silently, 'be ready.'<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that their ascent begins.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Upon seeing the beasts within, Sif's left hand rests on the pommel of her sword. She does not grip the handle, much as she would like. Nor does she draw, much as she would like even more. They agreed to be polite until it was no longer time to be. <br><br>And perhaps Amora was being true to her word as the beasts just seemed to be waiting.<br><br>The words of Kelda were fresh in Sif's ears and she looked to the woman, keeping her voice low. "Does it seem as though someone else assists her? Or perhaps she has been..compromised?" She doesn't sound hopeful that she might be. Because if she was, that would mean they have to continue to play nice.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>It amuses her to set Amora's teeth on edge, Kelda, head high, deliberately walks closer to the Prince's side as if it were her accustomed place, courting her blind ire. How could she imagine that anyone who injures the people of this realm would be an object of his affection? Let her imagine there is a rival and she might misstep in her anger.<br><br>"Come Prince," she nods, ignoring the serpents that hiss and writhe on seeing them.<br><br>"Assists?" she replies, making no effort to hide the words. "There is a taint to it that speaks of other influences." Shaking her head doubtfully, "If she is then I would say she welcomed it. Being ever greedy for more power. Perhaps, she miscalculated."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The serpents hiss at Kelda with feral intent even if they do not attack. Yet what they see seems to be seen by Amora too considering the way they react. And if Kelda wanted to be the object of ire? Well, she got it. "Foolish ice sorceress." Amora's voice coming from one of the large serpents, "You can't even warm your own heart and you expect to warm another's." musical laughter rings through the Tower as they ascend...<br><br>And if they found the outside barren and ugly on the inside it's completely different. Opulent hallways, a marble stairwell with gold filigree on the sides that give way to a large solarium where the sun is hitting down on an endless field of flowers. It almost begs for them to have a rest and nap. To forget all the ugliness outside.<br><br>"Good. I hope there's another sorcerer so we can skewer two of them." That's Hilde, giving way to her own anger and not even casting a look to the field of flowers. For some reason it seems as if she has been here before, continuing to make way through. "We are close." she tells them.<br><br>Eventually, after going past a few more rooms with rather realistic human statues they come to the Enchantress's den itself, doors opening to a large room. Amora is there, standing in her usual magnificent green dress, chin up. Smug smile to her lips. "Welcome, o Prince." the others? Ignored!<br><br>The room itself feels magical, walls and counters filled with magical pieces, many most likely taken from other sorcerers. Rows and rows filled with books, scrolls, even the occasional wand or staff. A tall-sized, full-figure mirror is over at a corner, covered by a piece of cloth as well.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Amora." Thor says simply as they enter that solarium with flowers so prominent. He is not as the sorceress remembers him, though still the Prince she's known. He draws himself up and furrows his brow, expression clearly reserved as he looks upon the tall blonde woman. Then he gestures to the side, "You know my traveling companions and comrades." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A hand turns to motion to each, "Sif, Kelda, and Brunnhilde. We are come upon a task originally of some import only now to find that these creatures you hold close to you prey upon the people of this realm."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He rests his hands on his hips and frowns, "I have known you in the past to act for your own goals, Enchantress. But never have I known you to prey upon the small-folk. What has passed that brought you to this sorry time?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As they traversed the tower, Sif was getting more and more anxious. She frowned mightily upon seeing the field of flowers. Though they were not poppies, they reminded her of a movie she had seen since coming to Midgard. Only there seemed to be no road of golden bricks winding through it. There was also something else amiss and it took a moment to figure it out. "They look away from the sun," she murmured. "It is as though they mirror themselves." <br><br>Then the humanoid statues got even more attention and there was no longer resting her hand on her sword. She was gripping it now because that was just too creepy for words. Were they statues? Or men turned to stone by some magic?<br><br>Upon reaching the Enchantress, she took a little step closer to Thor, on the side opposite Kelda. Not touching him but not backing down one whit. And when she was introduced, she gave a half-smile since she was supposed to be polite. It looked more like it was painful but she tried.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The opulence underlines Amora's disregard for all that is good in the people and the land. Under the beauty of the decor, the flowers even the statues, there lurks something out of kilter to Kelda. The overly ornate rooms are stuffed with trophies to her greed and quest for power, trying to mask the acts that brought them here, no matter the cost. <br><br>Kelda, her blue eyes cold and proud, matches her stride to Thor, "What would she know of hearts, Amora?" <br><br>When they arrive, she regards Amora disdainfully, neglecting to bow or smile in greeting. Taking a deep breath, the mage strives for patience while Thor questions the sorceress and examines the room. Among the trophies is a covered mirror that calls for attention, more than other objects in the room. Kelda cannot pull her eyes from it. For an instant, she feels Amora's magic deep within its matrix.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Blue eyes regard the Prince as he speaks, only briefly taking note of the other three with him. There is recognition there but perhaps not in the same measure as one would expect. Almost as if it was only the Prince that was at the forefront of her memory. "Perhaps I have changed in the same way you have." she finally tells him. "For are you not a shadow of what you once were...?" she wonders, elegant fingers gesturing towards the missing eye. The missing hand (cybernetics don't count!).<br><br>The doors behind them close with more of those serpents sliding closer.<br><br>"Do you even know what -I- have endured?" She shakes her head at Thor, "No, you wouldn't know. For you could never see -me-, could you?" her eyes widening in a feverish manner and she leaning forward. "But I can show you. You but have to stay.."<br><br>The lure in her voice strong.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Indeed," Thor's answer is given as he looks upon the Enchantress, "In some ways I am less, yet others I feel I am more. Much has transpired since last we shared words."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Thunderer shifted his weight to the other boot, his hand resting upon his hip, the one that he had lost during the war with Malekith. He looks upon her, gaze steady even as he seems utterly at ease with the others by his side, trust given in its entirety as he murmurs, "I know not what you have endured, though it must have been dire true. For you would otherwise never have taken the blood of your countrymen nor the small folk who look to you."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a pause then as Thor seems to weigh something, words spoken or unspoken before he takes a step forward, "Whatever ill temper weighs upon you, whatever event has so transpired, I tell you this at the least. It is not too late. Surrender to us and you will be treated fairly. Then we can find what has passed and hopefully lend what aid we can."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Still he was giving Amora a chance. Yet, his words did say that either way, the witch was coming with them. To pay for her crimes. Having her beasts steal away people to their deaths. Presumably. They hadn't come back, after all. Though she had a momentary thought about the statues in the other room but dismissed it. It hadn't been only men who had been taken after all so she was sticking with her Amora is a bad person who killed them line of thinking.<br><br>Yet damn Thor, he had Sif's mind following that path as well and she frowned even as she spoke for the first time. "Perhaps if you return the people unharmed, it can be looked upon in a positive light."<br><br>Yeah, she didn't believe it even as she said it because Sif could not look at Amora in a positive light. Ever. It just seemed to be physically impossible for her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The frost from her breath still wreathing her head, Kelda turns pale eyes on Thor in wonder at his largess. She nods a decision taken, and regards Amora.<br><br>"Poor unseen child." Kelda's words chill the air. "Murder in the name of neglect, yet we offer you life and a chance to redeem yourself."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Are we just going to keep talking in a civilized manner with her after all we have witnessed?" That's Brunnhilde, trampling through the diplomatic efforts from Thor, letting out a dismissive laugh at the Hag. Like Sif she can't really see Amora in a good light. Too much history. Too much pain. Pain that not even all the booze in the world (she has tried) can make her forget, "Let's just drag her back to the Palace and bring Odin's justice upon her."<br><br>Amora lets out a lilting laughter that expands and fills the whole Tower with it, so soft and soothing, "She was always so .., impetuous." eyes on Hilde before she dismisses her with a look back to Thor. She claps her hands and a few attendants begin walking into the room, all dressed in the finest silks, beautiful, long blonde hair, the men broad of shoulders and the women with the strong nord features, perfect specimens. They each carry a tray with drinks. "Please, before you do something you may come to regret. Do have a drink. I am your hostess after all, and the rules of hospitality apply." it's also her Tower, where supposedly her powers may be quite more powerful.<br><br>"It is all a small price to pay." The Witch finally addressing Thor's words about the people she took hostage, or worse, "Would you have me surrender if you knew what I am keeping from being unleashed once again..?" she shakes her head. "But please, have a drink." she takes a goblet and has a sip.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor's answer to Amora as she brings forth the servants and the offering of drinks, he shakes his head slightly and murmurs, "We cannot accept guest rite, Amora. You know this as well as I. For what passes here... blood may well be shed." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Asgardian Prince is stern, and there is an iron to his tone, yet there is that push toward diplomacy, perhaps still clinging to the hope that matters can be eased. "But you say there are matters we are not privy to, that you are keeping something bound... _tell_ us what is afoot, what may be testing you so. And even then whatever your answer may be, there are lives that have been lost, and they demand justice."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That said, Thor rests his hands on his hips, his stern expression strong as he turns his head slightly, bringing his comrades into his line of sight. A small glance given in the faint moments before whatever must pass passes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As the servants come forward, Sif shifts. Turning their direction a bit so as to have a clear draw of her sword that won't interfere in any way with her companions. For that ill feeling abides and grows. <br><br>Thoughts keep wandering to the statues. The people. For something in her mind is now nattering at her about the reality. Those are people. Were. No longer. She has flashes, glimpses in her mind, withered and dead as if dried up trees. <br><br>She shook her head and snapped a glance at Amora then to the servants once more. She didn't reach for the offered beverages. For those flashes were starting to come as she looked at the servants. Something dull about them. Lifeless, though they yet lived. "Witch, what have you done and why? Cease your prattling riddles and speak clearly for my patience is growing ever thinner. What have you done to these people?" She nodded toward the servants. "To the ones in the other room. What are you alleging to be keeping at bay? And at what cost?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>"Drink not! An unwilling guest does not share guest right. What is behind this?" The mistress of blizzards raises her arm and points to the mirror, blazing with magic.<br><br>"Truly, there is something beyond you here, Amora. We offer you aid in your labor. It is too much for one alone."<br><br>She shares Thor's glance, and sees Sif ready herself, certain that the next minutes will bring an answer. One that may overwhelm them all, for under the current of Amora's magic there is another. Amora's magic burns palely next to the blaze that seems to consume the Tower.<br><br>"Speak, Amora. What has you in its thrall?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"You refuse my hospitality?" A twinge of something dark on the woman's expression, marring some of that unnatural beauty. The goblet she was holding is held tight between fingers and her frown follows with that opulent room darkening as well, as if it sensed her mood. "There was a time you would delight in Amora's attention. And now you refuse? Perhaps you are indeed a lesser version of what the mighty Thor once was. But not me. I am superior!"<br><br>And she tosses her goblet at Thor in a fit of rage. It bounces off his armor and clatters to the ground harmlessly.<br><br>A moment later and Hilde is taking a step forward, shifting that large lance on her hand, "Talking time is over." and she throws it mightily at Amora. The woman shrieks and the lance is deflected, spinning and hitting the mirror on the side. Not enough to make it fall but enough for the cloth to fall. On the other side? A very angry reflection of Amora, hitting the 'glass' as if she was imprisoned on the other side.<br><br>The serpents on the room shriek, following their master's nonhuman voice and the servants fall to their knees, clutching at their ears as if in pain.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The die is cast.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor's answer is immediate, as soon as the goblet is hurled, as soon as Brunnhilde throws her spear in response. The moment of choice has been made.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Kelda, free Amora from the mirror!" The words delivered in that sharp rapid-fire tone used for the battlefield even as Stormbreaker suddenly finds a life of its own and leaps into the Thunderer's hand, already crackling with the contained power channeled from the God of the Storms. He trusts Brunnhilde and Sif to have his guard as he advances toward the other Amora that is unbound. His stride is quick as he raises the powerful weapon.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Explain yourself, fiend. I am not known for my patience, and in this past year it has shortened even further."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The moment the mirror is revealed and Sif spies Amora within, there is obvious confusion on her face. Though she has to focus on other things as magic mirrors are not something she would be able to deal with. Outside trying to break the glass and would that destroy Amora along with it? <br><br>She drew her sword and mourned her earlier ruined shield as she faced the serpents. They were the danger here outside whatever the false Amora was. Though, what if that was the real Amora and the one in the mirror was some demon trying to pretend to be her? <br><br>Though the true Amora would likely have thrown more than a goblet. Maybe.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>Wincing at the unholy screech, Kelda rises into the air. Frost glitters in the air as a spear of blue ice appears in her throwing hand. With her offhand she gestures at the Serpents encasing them in ice that grows deeper with every passing second until their heads are but a blur deep within their prison.<br><br> Caught within Kelda's icy spear, runes of power pulse with Asgardian magic. Kelda balances the spear and hurls it at the mirror intent on shattering the spell capturing Amora behind its ensorcelled glass. "Release her and return Amora to this realm."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nooooo!"<br><br>Amora screeches when Thor tells Kelda to free ..., the other Amora? "You do not understand what it is ... to forever be bound in a mirror, at the whim of someone like -her-." venom and hate 'drips' from her tongue now as she retreats back from that sharp Stormbreaker, green bolts of magic surging upon her hands and she shooting them in succession against Thor.<br><br>"Always watching her perfidy, her vainness. Those plots she conjures for her own amusement." she says, "Isn't the fate of a few a small price for so many more to be free?!"<br><br>The serpents lunge to attack at lightning speeds. Some get frozen down by Kelda's command of ice magic, some cracks appearing on the quick ice that forms to stop them but for now they seem handled down. The rest come to fight against Sif and Hilde, snapping with their fangs as they try to inject some poison in them!<br><br>Hilde dodges and punches one of the serpents squarely under the mouth, sending it to the ground. "I have this great idea ..." she suggests, "Let's break the mirror and get rid of the two of them."<br><br>Meanwhile, the 'servants' on the ground appears as they are, wretched people on the ground, most likely captured villagers, their features drawn and older as if their life essence had been sapped. And the more 'Amora' fights the more their condition seems to worsen, as if her magic was feeding off of these people.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the emerald blasts of magical power lance across the distance toward him, Thor's axe blurs into a whirling spin, its surface flicking and flashing the energy crackles into the blurring shield and knocked away with the thrum of power that comes form the newly forged weapon. It is with this shield before him that the Asgardian Prince's voice takes on a louder quality to it as he roars.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"We must be quick, strike true!" As another blast slashes across the distance he turns to the side and /crashes/ the uru-metal axe into the hurled power that was sent his way, crashing it to the side where it exerts its wroth upon the ground beneath them. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though in that moment he steps forward and with an underhand throw he sends Mjolnir on its way crashing across the short distance as it seeks to crash hard into the visage of Amora that is not Amora.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Kill it quickly!" Sif yelled even as she reached out a fist to grasp one of the serpent like beings at the back of the neck, to try to keep the head from being able to twist around enough to reach her with those fangs. Then she moved to sever that head from the body of the beast.<br><br>An instant later, she swung the blade to the side to try to sever wings off another serpenet in mid flight to keep it from having that mobility which gave it a great advantage. <br><br>"It is drawing the life force from the servants. They will soon be as those statues in the other room!" At least that's what she believed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>To Kelda's eyes, a foul magic writhes in the air, lines of lurid green entrapping the imprisoned folk drinking their life essence. Spells frothed with foggy cold conjure swords of ice- one for each captive, their keen edges catching ambient light. With an abrupt gesture, Kelda slashes the veins of magic drinking the captive's life blood, seeking to severe them from the parasite sucking them dry.<br><br>Kelda, still suspended in the air, spins in place, undoing the ties powering the thing at the heart of the foul magic. Once again with a crack as loud as an iceberg breaking, a spear of ice appears in her hand, and as Mjolnir sings in its mighty trajectory, so does Kelda's weapon fly toward the mirror, bright with magic.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The scent of serpent blood permeates the air as Sif and Hilde go to town on the monstrous creatures even if they do not seem daunted by their own dying, single-minded in their need to protect 'Amora' and destroy these Asgardians, lunging at them with ferocity.<br><br>"Stop!" She tells the Prince, irritation mounting as he blocks most of her shots with that new weapon, "Don't release her, you don't understand what she wants---" And then Kelda is forming that iceberg and throwing it at the mirror. Just as the magic is sapped from her. Eyes widen and she extends one hand towards the mirror but it's no use, it breaks in a thousand pieces and she howls in pain...<br><br>And then is hit right on the chin by Mjolnir, tossing it to a wall with a crunching, painful sound before the form falls, unmoving.<br><br>The mirror breaks and the figure imprisoned starts stepping out, "At last. You came to my rescue, o mighty Prince." blue eyes fully on Thor. And ignoring the fact it was Kelda breaking the actual incantation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Even as the hammer finds its target, felling the other Amora, Mjolnir leaps back across the distance with a low /whom/ as it finds a home once again in Thor's fist. He advances, but then the voice of the Enchantress catches his attention. A quick glance given toward the fallen doppelganger before he turns and says quickly, "Come Amora, aid us in ending the tyranny of these creatures, though you were imprisoned there is still much for which you must answer."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And as he says that he spins to the side, causing Stormbreaker to whirl around him once as he releases it and sends it spinning across the distance toward several of the serpents who dare still stand against them. The uru-axe slices across the distance even as Thor moves quickly to interpose himself between others and the fallen innocents and servants.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The simpering sound of Amora thanking the prince who she just Knew Would Save Her has Sif feeling particularly ill. Not physically. Simply mentally that they had to help the hag. For as beautiful as Amora was, she would always be a hag. It simply was. Her crush on Thor had been there since their childhood. Admittedly, Sif had shared that but she had grown up. Amora? She wasn't sure she could say the same. <br><br>She cut the head off another serpent and with the shift of an arm, it squirted outo of her blood soaked hand in a perfect arc toward Amora. <br><br>"Oops. The blood is so slippery," she muttered even as she caught the eye of both Kelda and Brunnhilde while trying very hard to hide a smirk. Just because they were in a fight for their lives didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun in the process.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The deafening sound of a thousand fjords crackling asunder in summer heat fills the room. Chunks of ice skitter across the floor. <br><br>"You are freed! Turn on the tyrant that held you, Amora."<br><br>"Pffft." Kelda smiles, of course, Amora, ever vain and shallow, would reward Thor for her new found freedom. But it is of little matter to the Mistress of Blizzards. She shares a glance with Brunnhilde and Sif, the disdainful smile widening as a gout of blood splashes Amora's overwrought robes. A serpent encased with icy spells shatters into a spreading pool of blood that lap Amora's slippers. Kelda shrugs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Of course, my Prince. All shall be clarified." and as Amora steps out of that broken mirror the more she invigorated she seems, drawing the powers from her Tower once more. Magic crackles in the air, "My heart warms to see you again, alive." she admits, a green glow expanding from her as the creatures shriek, killed by the dozen with the joined efforts of the Asgardians present here today. Yet as the magic touches them they start disappearing. Winked away. It's when some of the serpents start trying to escape but soon enough there are no more attacks, nor any shrieks, the creatures gone.<br><br>"I thought you gone, and I was lost in the grief you wrought upon me. Yet I forgive you." For Amora is so magnanimous. "And I shall make sure it never happens again." ominous?<br><br>It's also when that blood splatters her immaculate green tunic and she shoots a gaze at Sif. A gaze of promise for the future. And not the good kind of promise.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Time enough for promises later, for now we fight." Are the words Thor offers in rejoinder to those given him by the true Amora. Yet her presence offers no solace, as the heroes are still beset upon by those many serpents. And so much fighting there is to be done, and much battle to be had, until those monstrosities start to flee. It is when their morale fully breaks, however, that Thor seems to ease his anger.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For as they run, the Crown Prince turns toward Sif and gives a single nod, old understanding of each other gives way the need for words. She has the lead and in this battle it is her efforts that now turn the tide and start to hammer home that these creatures shall not stand in Asgard.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Kelda, is there yet further magic to be undone here?" He smashes one of the serpents aside, while the rest around him start to flee at full tilt. "For I think victory beckons shortly."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The look is seen and accepted. Sif will not apologize though she had said oops so perhaps it was a mistake! Or...not.<br><br>As the magic swelled out and the beasts disappeared, the people around them fallen but still alive, Sif finally lowered her blade though she did not clean it nor slip it into the scabbard. Instead it remained in her hand as she breathed deeply the coppery smell now in the air. <br><br>But for a moment. An instant. Sif...understood Amora's response. For she too had sunk into the depths of sorrow upon the loss of Thor. For months, focusing on trying to find him, to save him if he was lost and not dead. She had lost her own relationship with a man she cared for because she was so obsessed.<br><br>Perhaps she and Amora were more alike than she would care to ever admit.<br><br>"Is there more to battle here, Amora? Or is the fiend vanquished? The tale can be told once we are free of this place."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>Amora shows her true colors in the glance she throws at the valiant Sif. She expects no better behavior from the love-sick sorceress, spurned by Thor (for good reason). <br><br>"I cannot undo her vanity or blindness, Prince. Would that I could," she answers, still hovering above the blood slick floors. "But I can cleanse these halls of the sick magic that permeates it."<br><br>Wind whistles outside the tower, growing to a howl as Kelda calls on purifying cold to wrap the tower. A window blows open and a gust blasts the room absorbing blood and vestiges of dark magic.<br> <br><br />
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14897/Godfellas: A Wild Bodyguard Appears
2023-05-11T15:25:38Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The climb up the stairs in the old office building always took a bit of time. The elevator still had that 'Out of Order' sign on the front of it that it had the last time they were there, but four stories of exercise never killed anyone. Well. Not a lot of people at least.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though it did give the two SHIELD agents enough time to talk a bit as they strolled. One of them, Agent Alexander Aaron, had those scuffy sneakers that made a particular scrape-scratch-scratch sound as he ascended the steps, rubber soles grinding the small bits of sand and debris on the steps as they ascended. "So when Mrs. Cunningham called, it didn't sound as bad as I thought it might." His hand slid along the banister as he moved, taking a turn at the next flight of steps and then walking up some more.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"There was no shouting, no screaming in the background. So hopefully it's not like, a thing yet." Which it would indeed be horrible if it became a 'thing'. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another flight of steps then they reached the fourth floor and the long hallway that reached back into the old building. The light in the hall wasn't dim, but it definitely wasn't bright. Perhaps due to the heavy black-out curtains at the end of the hall that stifled the natural sunlight. But not fully as a single beam of sunlight streamed toward the door to the office, motes of dust floating in the air.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"When will they fix this ...?" Daisy wonders as they go by the Out of Order elevator, taptapping on the sign on her way past. At least she doesn't complain much about going up those stairs no more. Maybe she would had during her hacker days where she spent most of her time inside a van fighting for the 'truth'. Now as a SHIELD agent and Inhuman? It's a breeze, the woman barely breathing harder while they are strolling up..<br><br>"Are you sure your father already knows about it?" She wouldn't it beside Mrs. C not having exactly told all there was to be said to John Aaron. Need to know basis. She would make a great spy.<br><br>A brief look around and then towards the door. "We are getting closer to figuring out what's going on so if it becomes a 'thing' at least we have some progress to show him."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah, just..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alexander pauses at the door, face scrunching up slightly. "Bauer gave us some insight. But he seemed like a small cog in whatever he's a part of. Not like a guy to usually put hits out on people." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then his brow rises as he rests a hand on the doorknob. "Then again maybe we just have an entirely wrong read on him. But with that interrogation you and Jess put him through, I don't think that's the case." As he finishes those words he pulls open the door to let Daisy precede him. Once she's inside that office he follows up, closing the door behind them. He looks up, smiling to Mrs. Cunningham once he catches sight of her. The young man is dressed in civvies today, though fairly non-descript. Just a pair of white sneakers, blue jeans, black t-shirt, and that brown leather jacket. All he'd need to complete the standard issue SHIELD undercover ensemble would be a blue baseball hat and a pair of sunglasses.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hey Mrs. Cunningham, it's me. You remember my _Work Associate_ Daisy?" He gestures over his shoulder toward her in way of introduction. Again.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Aren't we all..?" Small cogs, that is. There's a touch of a grin on Daisy's expression as they both make way closer to that door, "But I agree, though following up on Bauer should be the next step, and dig into the Little Odessa crowd.. We might need some back up on it though." even Daisy didn't take the mobsters lightly. She knows there's a reason for SHIELD procedures and the need of 'backup'. And sure, she could be very gang-ho when she wanted to but she also has a responsibility towards the young Aaron with being her guidance counselor. Because that job is never done even if Alex isn't a student anymore!<br><br>Daisy walks in and smiles towards Mrs. C. "Hello, Mrs. Cunningham." a dip of her head to which Mrs. C just smiles sweetly. "I do remember her, of course. How could I forget. And here you two are again." pause, "Together."<br><br>Someone's not buying the whole Work Associate title. Or maybe she's just jostling with the Young Aaron.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>They were given access to that adjoining office, the one that was home to the Union President for his local group, in the form of John Aaron. He was a towering man with a barrel chest, not suited for sitting behind a small desk in an office. He was built for being on the construction site, working with heavy loads and the camaraderie of his co workers. <br><br>Or being a God of War and standing on the field with his band of brothers. Though that was not something that came to mind for most. Though the loyalty? The brotherhood? That was sort of came with the man. He could inspire when he chose to do so. Though few knew his true nature.<br><br>Right now he was standing in front of his desk. His arms were crossed. As they opened the door, the full weight of his glower fell upon them. There was a sense of forboding in the room. Then upon recognizing who they were, everything went back to normal and there was just John Aaron with a polite smile. "Agent Johnson, good to see you again. Alexander." A nod to each. He was dressed in a form fitting white t-shirt, work jeans and a pair of heavy work boots. "I was expecting someone else."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A slight squinty-eyed glower is given to Mrs. C, but oh so brief that it amounted to a slight 'harumph' as opposed to a 'grr'. But it was quickly followed with a smirk to steal any sting from it. He gestured with a small wave as they headed back into the office area only to open the door and be presented with the tall dour silhouette of the God of War. An affected stance and a stern air that eased upon him seeing them.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hey Dad." Alexander says lightly as he strolls in, leaving the door open for now since he knew of Mrs. Cunningham's penchant for coming and going to provide what aid she could and clarification of needs be. He walks further in, twisting one of the chairs slightly as he passes it, leaving the nearer seat for Daisy before he walks behind another and waits for her to sit or not before he does so himself. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Figured we'd try to get here before your bodyguard showed up." To hopefully smooth any ruffled feathers that might come about.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh good. Mr. Aaron already knows about the bodyguard.<br><br>Oh no. He seems ready to glower and intimidate the heck out of whoever it is. But then again, did Daisy expect differently?<br><br>There's a brief exhale of breath at that shift on Ares, the full brunt of that glower near overwhelming for a second but with the man changing quickly enough so does Daisy retains her more composed posture too, "Good to see you again as well, Sir." she says with a faint smile, glancing over her shoulder at Mrs. C. Who just closes the door behind them with a little smile. Mrs. C goes where she pleases after all. She doesn't need doors left open for her! And with that sharp ears of hers? She can most likely hear everything as well.<br><br>Daisy makes way to a seat and settles down on it, "We were glad to learn you accepted to have the bodyguard with you." she injecting some approval to her tone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>"Accepted?"<br><br>John tested out that word as though it was foreign to him. He leaned back into a more relaxed posture, sitting on the edge of the desk now instead of standing before it like a humanoid barrier wall. "More I was given no choice unless I wished to leave my position. This cannot happen. My brothers rely upon me for leadership." And therein lie the rub for John Aaron. It's how his mind worked, even if it was being applied to a union job for construction workers.<br><br>"I know little outside he is to arrive soon." A glance to the clock up on the wall, one of those plain round numbers with the white face and black hands. Like a lot of schoolrooms might have. Very old style but that was fitting for this man, at least if one knew him. <br><br>"I do not even know his name yet. Very frustrating that they could not provide me the smallest bit of information."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed to be an elaborate game in some ways. How Ares held to this small connection to the mortal world. And another game beyond it for Alexander, Daisy, and SHIELD to try and keep him so focused, for an Ares without distraction is an Ares with idle hands. And those are some other pantheon's playthings. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which might be why they two agents are there to try and maintain this... illusion. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Alexander was there for more personal reasons. He glances over toward the door, then settles into his seat. "No matter how this person is, just know it's a temporary thing. Right? Keep looking at it with a sort of big picture view. Sure it might suck, and sure it might not be enjoyable... but."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At that he gives a small shrug, drawing his leg up to rest his ankle on his knee. He folds his arms over his chest, leather jacket creaking slightly as he looks again toward the door. "It's alright to be unhappy. Just not... really unhappy."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>While Daisy could go on about there was always a choice she wisely chooses not to enter a discussion with Mr. Aaron. For REASONS. Never get too antagonistic with Gods unless you have the 'Family' card like Alex does, "A good professional won't get in the way of your job here." she notes instead, "So that won't be a problem at all." she assures him.<br><br>A glance to Alex and she agrees with him by saying, "That lead we were following turned out good. So we are closer to figuring out who was threatening you." a beat, "We will get more developments soon enough." then she canting her head to the side.<br><br>"Not even the name? Now I am getting intrigued." a faint grin on her expression.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>And that is when they heard the sound of muffled voices in the exterior room. Immediately John was on his feet again, arms crossing and resuming his intimidation pose. The air just shifted immediately, something about the aura he had that wasn't a visible thing but that feeling of foreboding was impossible to miss.<br><br>A moment later, the door opened an in strode a woman who was probably around thirty years of age. Perhaps a bit older. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, sensible shoes instead of some sort of heel, an ecru colored blouse beneath a black blazer. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She had an athletic looking build, even obvious in the business attire. Though she was rather petite, standing perhaps 5'3". She scanned the room and the three people in it in a brief glance. Then she strode forward, apparently not going to let the glowering giant make her pause. <br><br>"Good afternoon. I'm Kelsey Greene. I was sent over by the Security agency." She pulled out both her ID and her paperwork, offering them with her left hand and a handshake to each of them in turn with her right. John being the first. <br><br>The big man stared down at her for a long moment then suddenly those negative waves disappeared. And his lip twitched. And suddenly John Aaron was laughing. Not a little laugh. This was a deep belly laugh as though he had been told the funniest joke in the world. <br><br>Which he followed by pointing at Kelsey as he roared with humor. "THAT is supposed to protect me? I could break her like a twig!" As though she was not even there in front of him.<br><br>Which earned a narrowing of eyes from Kelsey.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Catching Daisy's glance, Alex meets it with a nod, both of them sharing a synergy on that the investigation was going well. He turned back to look at his father. "Got some good intel, but will still take some time to run it down. But also seems to raise other questions too..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which was true, to be fair. They had tracked down one lead, but that raised a few more possibilities. Hopefully they'd be able to get it hammered down soon.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Ares rose to his feet affecting that 'stern' pose. Which, to be fair, was effective. But to know and see him prepping it, Alexander couldn't help but smile. He looked over at Daisy before his eyes slipped back to the door only to see... Kelsey.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His eyebrows rose and he shot a glance over at Daisy before he heard that loud laughter. Which was when he rose from his seat. He took the two steps needed, "Hi, hey. Sorry. My name's Alex. Mr. Aaron's son." He gestured over toward Daisy...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then his dad made that comment about the breaking of twigs. That had Alexander wincing as he offered his hand for a handshake.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Thanks for coming by, and taking on this... mission." Then recalling he says, "Oh and this is a friend of mine from work, Daisy."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>No smiles out of Daisy when Ares gets that stern pose. Not that she is full on intimidated by it but there's just something there that leaves her uneasy. Curiosity does have Daisy looking over her shoulder to check the door. And as it gets open she watches the figure behind it. A quick assessment tells Daisy this is a professional so there's a brief nod out of Daisy. From one pro to another. That much could be understood on the SHIELD agent's gaze.<br><br>Right before that ringing laughter from Ares.<br><br>Hand goes to her forehead and she stiffles out a sigh instead getting up to her feet. "Good to meet you." she shakes hands with Kelsey as well as she moves closer. "And yes, thank you. Mr. Aaron's safety has been a concern apparently."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>And there was no stopping John. He was just gone now, sitting on the edge of the desk, bent halfway over, holding his stomach as the laughing fit seemed to have no end in sight. And were those tears from laughing so hard? No, that wasn't possible. This was the God of War and any such thing was likely caused by someone slicing onions nearby!<br><br>Kelsey let her attention be drawn to Alexander and Daisy since they seemed to have some sense of propriety about them. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Aaron. Daisy." She had to use the first name since the first was not given. "So the one that thinks he can break me like a twig is my assignment, John Aaron, I take it?" <br><br>She looked to the man still lost in fits of laughter. Then back to the pair running interference for him. Somehow she managed not to roll her eyes. She probably deserved a raise for that. "I volunteered. I understood it was a pretty credible threat and I have a high record for keeping my people safe." Which was included in that paperwork she offered. "I have ten years in the United States Marine Corp, leaving with an honorable discharge after serving In the Special Forces unit." Also known as the Green Berets, though only a handful of women had ever made it to that esteemed group. "Then I was hired by a personal security agency and have served there for the last three. If you have any questions for me, I'll be glad to answer them."<br><br>"Where is the rest of you?" Came the chortling request from John Aaron. "You're so...small." And he put his hand at about the height of his desk, though she obviously wasn't /that/ small.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Uh," Alex's first succinct response offers no insight. His lips part and he stands there, then shoots a glance at Daisy before he recovers enough to reply. "Yes, that's him." Alexander finally responds in the affirmative.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then he turns and points at his father, "Hey..." His tone is firm, but there is a touch of an up note at the end as he says, "Remember what we talked about?" This then had Alexander nodding a little while he still pointed at his father. Then he turns back toward Kelsey.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Sorry, he's just... really... really... horribly old." Which is true, though she might take it to be hyperbole. Alex smiles a little then says, "So hopefully things will resolve soon and you won't be stuck with... this. For too long. Right?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>With the God of (s)Laughter still at it means it's up to the actual humans to be adults in the room. Or at least the ones with propriety! So Daisy takes those papers to look at the credentials Kelsey speaks of. A brow quirks. Rather impressive resume, "Wasn't expecting the board to go for someone so highly rated..." though she imagines Kelsey volunteering had a bit role to play in it.<br><br>Though wait, why is the 'friend from work' handling these things?<br><br>Daisy smiles faintly. "Alex omitted the part where we have been looking into the matter relating to Mr. Aaron. I work with SHIELD." she tells the bodyguard so as to clarify things, closing the dossier and putting it aside.<br><br>"Don't worry though, he just considers everyone short. But you should talk with Mrs. C.." a nod given to the door, " ... later on." she probably has some tips on how to handle Mr. aaron!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2115|Ares (2115)}} has posed:'''<br>"Really old." Kelsey echoed, looking over at the laughing man once more as Daisy looked over her paperwork. "I can see that."<br><br>"Hey!" And that started to get through to John apparently as he wiped any wetness from his eyes (damned onions three blocks down or something). "I do not look old."<br><br>"Of course you don't, sir." And she focused back on the duo, particularly Daisy when she mentioned SHIELD. Having been in this particular field, she'd heard of SHIELD but knew little about it. They were one of those big organizations that had a very small public footprint. More a mystery than anything else. <br><br>So why were they involved in a threat to a Union Rep? The question was there in her eyes but she didn't ask. After all, it was none of her business. But it did mean there was something more to this possibly. Or to her protectee? <br><br>"I will be certain to ask Mrs. C upon my exit. For now, I should get this over with."<br><br>And with that, she left her credentials in their hands and strode right up to Mr. John Aaron. "Sir, I will be with you at all times. I will stay in your home and travel with you to and from work. I would suggest you actually take time off work but should you choose not to, then accomodations for my presence must be made at your work sites. I will remain professional though I ask you to do the same."<br><br>John glanced to Alexander after that reprimand then back to Kelsey. "So. Small."<br><br>And that is when things probably went downhill even further. "Mr. Aaron. If you would like to test my skills, I will be very glad to show you that even someone your size can easily be taken down."<br><br>And /that/ had John rising up from the desk, glaring down at the little human. Because he had just be challenged. And ...well....John didn't know how to back down from one of those. "You think so, girl?"<br><br>Her voice was deadpan as she answered. "I know so."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As if to answer her unspoken question, Alex says. "I work in SHIELD as well. But only this last year." Alexander says, a polite way to tell her that he's a noob or a low-ranking individual. Though Daisy might find that amusing for her own evil reasons. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He takes a moment to say over his shoulder. "Super old." Very quick as if to impart that wisdom to his father and then it's back to the adults in the room.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she steps toward John, however, Alex gets back and out of the way at first. Letting them have their own meet and greet. When things start to drift towards the dangerous however...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He steps back in slightly between them, "Hey, maybe... you know. Have a sit down. A talk. Go over each others' resumes, get some insight before. You know. Fighting." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looks toward Daisy briefly for a quick helping hand.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But for now it looks like things might well be off to not entirely a good start.<br> <br><br />
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14827/Suicide Squad: Mission Planning
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|Date of Scene=2023/05/02<br />
|Location=Suicide Squad base, New Jersey<br />
|Synopsis=It's time to plan a mission to Atlantic City. Will the team hold up, will deep dark secrets be revealed? Will Skullface inevitably betray the team for a bigger paycut? Don't miss the next episode!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:178|Wade Wilson (178)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"In the depths of the abandoned middle school somewhere in the state of New Jersey, there was a secure-ish facility that was used at times for various clandestine operations. The previous one had been a field operation unit that ran missions across North America for various and sundry three letter agencies. Then, when they lost their charter, it was turned over to a woman known as Amanda Waller."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Today it was the home for a group of operatives that most call The Suicide Squad."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But if you knew of them. If you know where to find them. You might call them the A-Team."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Swear to god, Deadpool if you don't shut the fuck up..." Skullface growled deeply as he leaned against the wall, black armored arms folded over his chest. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wade's gravelly and deep voice had carried through the room even as he had his head hunched down, his body tucked into the rather too small for him child's desk that he had pulled out of one of the storage closets. Apparently he had replaced most of the chairs in the room with these small desks, and even had a larger wooden desk at the front for where the 'teacher' should sit. Complete with a 'Mrs. Gold' nameplate on the front. And an apple.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked up at the rude words from Skullface. One brow of that mask quirking slightly. He sniffs affectedly and says, "Harley, would you please do me a favor and tell Skullface I am no longer speaking with him."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Skullface grunts, "I should be so fucking lucky."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wade goes back to what he was working on, using apparently a yellow #2 pencil as he then raises his voice again. "8 letter word starts with an I meaning unintelligent or undiscerning."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley wasn't the type to hang around this old middle school much. Or rather, she was. But she was always BUSY. Going about showing pics of herself, or her besties (Yes, Harley has multiple besties) and so much of her social media! She is also great at fixing people a Tinder account as many in the team already know of.<br><br>"Hey.. Peter!" She is sitting near the rest, looking a bit wasted from the previous night. Most likely drinking considering the smell if one gets too close to her. "How's that tindah goin' foh ya? Gettin' much ...." and she makes an obscene gesture with her hands. Peter looks embarassed and just "Errrr.." to which Harley waggles her brows. "Peter the Destroyer." she sagely nods. "Your new name..."<br><br>Skullface and Wade's shenanigans call her attention and she turns her head to them, "Skullface, Wade is saying he is not speaking with you again, unless you do something nice for him." she tells him, clearly having NO problem in being the message carrier of the school yard.<br><br>She looks around, "So, what we doin' today? And why did I have to wake up so early? Also, where's my birthday present DD?" wait, Harley had a birthday?!<br><br>The question about the 8 letter word has her lift her shoulders. "Maybe ask one of the imbeciles."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:959|Jennifer Stavros (959)}} has posed:'''<br>Legs and arms crossed, Jennifer leans against one of the tiny desks, too cool to try to fit into one. Baggy wide-legged pants in villain black and a midriff baring knit shirt under a matching skinny sweater tell of a recent shopping spree. Shoplifting spree, in fact - just keeping her skills honed. <br><br>'Lucky' gets her attention, she generally tunes Mask Face Wade out. Her mouth twists sardonically as she looks up. <br><br>"Not idiot or...hah. Hey, Harley that's 9 letters. How many letters in Skullface then?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Melissa Gold (582)}} has posed:'''<br>The volunteers had been told when the briefing would be taking place, allowing them to arrive on their own terms. The volun-tolds had been shipped over from Belle Reve and would have a three glorious days out of the prison. This would involve them living at this base until such time as they went out for the assignment but it was better than where they normally resided. A few of the classrooms had been converted into small dorms for that purpose. It wasn't like they had a lot of team members and the old facility had plenty of room. <br><br>Melissa was getting the last details on the mission and then rose from the computer in the 'office' area where the computer had been setup for that purpose. She had the folder in her hand and headed toward the meeting room.<br><br>Then as she stepped inside, she froze as she examined the room. The various team members at their spots, the chairs that were missing, the children sized desks put in their place. Deadpool somehow squished into one of them and she wondered if they would need the jaws-of-life to get him out. <br><br>The desk got an arch of her brow then she saw the apple. Which had her frowning. And the nameplate was picked up so she could look at it. A little sigh as she realized this was her lot in life. If she believed in a God, she'd be positive this was punishment for her choices in life. <br><br>She pushed the nameplate back a little so she could half lean, half sit on the edge of the desk. The folder was still held in her hand. <br><br>"I see someone has been redecorating." And honestly? She really didn't know who. There were multiple people on the team who might do something like this. Not all of them with an insanity plea in their future either. They might've just done it as some social statement about them being treated as children with this entire team. Or maybe someone was batshit crazy. Who Knew?!<br><br>"Alright, let's get this done with so you all can get back to enjoying yourself. Time for some better introductions since we've been on one mission together. For those who didn't get to in our first such meeting." Or one pit stop since the trip to Xavier's had been more exciting than the mission itself. That had been a simple fetch mission. Grab some info and return. The team had been successful, if a little...unusual in their achievement. But achieve they had and that was all that mattered in this job.<br><br>"Then we'll get to the briefing for the next op coming up in two days."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:178|Wade Wilson (178)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Skullface's response to Harley is a rough snort. Though he knows better than to mouth off to her so he leaves it at that. He just instead tightens his arms over his chest and looks to the side, his skull face still very unhappy looking. For it is a skull on his face.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though when Jennifer thinks she can join in he points a metal gauntlet at her and says, "Don't test me, new girl."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To which Wade raises his voice in a guttural snarly growl, "You just watch yourself. He's a wanted man. He's got the death sentence on twelve systems."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Skullface scowls at Wade, "The fuck, man?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then Deadpool adds in a half-shout, "You'll be dead!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But that's the moment when Melissa wanders in.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She says her piece, telling them about the need for introductions. As she mentioned said briefing he instantly shot his arm into the air.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oooh!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oooh!"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oooh!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He doesn't wait until he's called on, however. He just lowers his arm and assumes he's called on. "I was wondering if it's normal for your squad leader to punch you in the face. Asking for a friend."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"You just cut the ass and you have the answer, Jenny." Whatever is Harley talking about?! Probably not anything that important .., or maybe it is. But the clownette just delivers it in that casual way of hers, continuing to lean back on her seat, leg dangling back and forth and gum popping out her lips. Pink of course. She goes back to chewing again.<br><br>"Really..? Not even a comment on my BIRTHDAY?!" Now she's getting agitates, tossing a little piece of paper at Wade's head when his back is turned.<br><br>It's right when Melissa walks in too. And then there's that REVELATION from Wade that makes Harley's baby blue eyes wickedly widen in delight and anticipation. Oh, how she loves some drama...<br><br>"Ooooh, please, tell us more." she leans forward, steepling fingers together like the genius of crime she is.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:959|Jennifer Stavros (959)}} has posed:'''<br>Jenn flips back a long blonde angel wing and wrinkles her nose at Wade. Straightening up somewhat, she give Melissa the respect she deserves and uncrosses her arms, chortling under her breath and eyeing Harley. <br><br>In a stage whisper, "Wait for it." <br><br>Then, on an after thought she asks, batting her baby blues in complete innocence, "Can I be squad leader? Just for a minute, pretty please?" When she gets no immediate permission, she adds, "Can't wait." The last words meant sincerely.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Melissa Gold (582)}} has posed:'''<br>Between Wade yelling at Skullface, Skullface obviously in one of his grumpy moods (did he have another one?), Harley throwing paper at Wade...<br><br>The fact they were in an old middle school was making more sense by the minute.<br><br>"Happy Belated Birthday, Harley. I'll see if we can get a cake brought in tomorrow." Because if the Squad budget wouldn't pay for it, she wasn't forking out the money. Nor cooking. Cause hell no. <br><br>The question from Deadpool had her looking that direction, directly into the eyes of his mask. "Yes."<br><br>And that was it. She turned her attention now to Jennifer's question. And for a moment, she was tempted. It was there, written on her face. That opportunity to just say yes and before Jennifer could back out, walk out the door and leave this whole silly Squad idea behind. The fact it was probably so Jennifer could hit Wade only added to the temptation. But she sighed and shook her head. "Not my call to make on that one so has to be no for now. I'll ask Flagg if he might reconsider though."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:178|Wade Wilson (178)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What?!" Wade turns around after the piece of paper boinks off his head, "I'm trying to be good. I was just asking a hypothetical!" There's a beat, then he adds. "Also happy birthday. You look old. Probably die soon."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He spins back to the front of the room.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's the moment Melissa gives him that single word answer of 'yes'. So he replies with a nod and a thumbs up. "Good to know, good to know."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though he takes a moment to squint sidelong at Jennifer, metaphorical daggers clearly shooting out of his eyeholes. Then he looks back toward the front. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then, crazily enough, it was Wade who got them back on track. "So we got a thing we are supposed to do? Is it a good thing? Or will it be soul-crushing and destroy our last remaining slivers of confidence for the nature of mankind?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Harley just shakes her head at Wade, "What's with the focus on death, DD? Got a problem back home you need to get out? You know my couch is aaaaalllways available foh when you want..." she makes it sound like it has some kind of innuendo underneath, her voice teasing.<br><br>Then the confirmation about the punch and Harley both thumbs up at Melissa. "Good going. Glad you are followin' my advice. You can come sit on my couch some day too..." again with the teasing. "I am great at advising future world leaders. Go ask Wonder Woman for references if you need 'em.." she sagely nods.<br><br>Then Jenny goes and proposes being squad leader. She grins her way. "I vote Jenny to be our second in command. She is great.." There. Harley is helping!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:959|Jennifer Stavros (959)}} has posed:'''<br>Jenn lifts a shoulder in an elaborate dismissal of Wade's look. Heartened by Gold taking her seriously, (she's overly conscious of being the baby of the group) Jenn uncrosses her legs and straightens more, and gives Gold a thumbs up, signaling she's ready for the big briefing.<br><br>Harley makes her day, she grins, shedding three years of hard-earned dignity and shoots Wade a nyah-nyah look from narrowed eyes. "Whenever you need me, Ms.Gold."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Melissa Gold (582)}} has posed:'''<br>"Our next mission will take us to Atlantic City."<br><br>And immediately she held up her hands because Mel knew that this likely would excite certain members of the team. Being honest, a free ice cream cone probably would excite certain members of the team. <br><br>"Not to go gambling nor is it for pleasure so get that out of your heads right now. How many of you have heard of Advanced Idea Mechanics?" As she asked the question, she was opening the folder and that's when she saw the post-it she had put on the inside with her little scribble.<br><br>"Oh and everyone welcome Jennifer, aka Roulette, to the team. I know she was with us for a mission already but we didn't do an official meet-n-greet before we got loaded in the van." She shuddered. Memories of that day, of a telepath threatening her directly in her brain. She'd had far better days in her life than that one. <br><br>"Jennifer, you want to tell us about yourself or...." Because Mel had learned that some of their team was anti-introduction. Her eyes flicked over to Pistolo, Skullface and Vlad. Then there were the overshares: Harley, Wade and Peter.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:178|Wade Wilson (178)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Skullface's voice raises as he growls, "For fuck's sake, can't we get this shit done with for once? You people have the attention span of old people at a bingo game. Fuck!"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which, for some reason, seems to confuse Wade as he looks over at Skullface, then over his shoulder at Harley, then across toward Jennifer. He looks ahead and shakes his head slightly, "I... I don't get it. Like... is there something wrong with wholesome good-hearted gambling in your twilight years? I certainly think not." His head bobs a little as he announces that declaration.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though that's the moment when Melissa gives them the run down. Wade watches her in silence as she speaks, listening about the next mission. She mentions Atlantic City. His eyelets widen a little. When she mentions Advanced Idea Mechanics his eyelets widen even more. "Ooh, beekeepers."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Focus finally turned onto Jennifer and Wade spins to the side with his legs extended until they clunk into one of the other desks, causing it to tip... then sloooooooooowly fall over with a clatter. "Meant to do that."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looks at Jennifer, listens.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:959|Jennifer Stavros (959)}} has posed:'''<br>Jenn nearly says shit out loud and clears her throat to cover it. What is she the new kid in this 6th grade class? She crosses her arms again, tightly, eyebrows furrowed. <br><br>"Nyah, I mean. Three years of probation for shop lifting cause I wasn't paying attention and didn't use my luck. Nearly didn't get into college." She screws up her courage, Gold deserves the truth, "And...and, they know me in Atlantic City, right? Like, I need a disguise cause security has me marked in -all- the casinos. Like it's bad."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nope, nothing wrong in exploiting old people to take away theah life savings in one evening of wild gambling in Vegas..." Harley is shaking her head at it though! "But the more prominent question now..." and she leans forward to the little group formed by her, Jenny and Wade. " .... is how Skullface knows the attention span of people in bingo..." this said loud enough that can be overheard by the whole class.<br><br>"Did you work at a bingo salon, Skullface? I think you diiiid.."<br><br>Atlantic City does bring a positively bright outlook to Harley and she claps her hands, "Ooooh, this is gonna be fun. And don't worry Jenny. I am a master of disguises.." she offering her a solemn nod. And really? Considering the whole 'bright' manner in which Harley is painted one would be hard pressed to believe that. But who knows how deep the clownette's skills go?!<br><br>"Can I be excused if it's about killin' people?" This she asks of Melissa. "I made a promise to be a good girl. And killin' would go against that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Melissa Gold (582)}} has posed:'''<br>That little tidbit from Jennifer had Melissa blinking in surprise. Twice. "Of course you are." Because it did make sense. She could control luck. She was a casinos worst nightmare. Melissa looked into the folder and scanned the information about the op. A quick shake of her head then she looked to the group again. "Good news. We don't have to go into a casino so you are good. But if you two want to get a disguise together just in case, I wouldn't complain. Since we never know what's going to happen once we are there."<br><br>Then the gaze was shifted to Harley. "No killing." And she eyed Pistolo and Skullface as well. "For any of you." Then finally landing on Wade. <br><br>Back to the folder and she continued, reading off the page. "Advanced Idea Mechanics, from now on called AIM cause that's a lot, is working on a high capacity portable battery system that can be created from industrial and electronic waste. We're to steal the prototype from a facility that is hidden underground in Atlantic City. We haven't got a lot of information about the base itself, no actual layout. We're going to do our best to go in quiet." <br><br>She looked at her team. Immediately she wasn't sure how that was going to go. "And only go loud if the situation goes sour. Any questions?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:178|Wade Wilson (178)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wade, for now, is not talking as much as he usually does. He just sort of gives a nod and eyeballs Skullface while Harley likely reveals his deep dark secrets. Though he does tilt his head sidelong at Harley, "Wait, what? Seriously? You can't... pew pew, or stab stab? Or any of those... you know, things?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That has Deadpool's brow rising in that very expressive mask, his head tilting to the side. "Ok that is surprising. I am surprised. In a state of sooo-prizedenment." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when Melissa lays the next bomb-shaped dealio on him.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Wait, WHAT?!" He turns to look at Melissa, "That is not in my contract, like at all. Look at my contract. Do you think my public will pay to see me _not_ kill bad guys? You do not know my audience. I mean sure Hugh Jackman will bring in the dollars when we introduce him later. But no killing? Though PG-13 does make the audience wider."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looks thoughtful, "Ok I'll do it."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A pause as his eyebrows rise, "But then again that means I get only one Fuck to say." Then his eyes tighten, "Ah dammit!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:959|Jennifer Stavros (959)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah!" Jenn says louder than intended. Killing being def out of her league causes her to blow her bad girl vibe. <br><br>"I mean, disguises are cool. And since we're not going into any casinos, Atlantic City will be fiiine. I'm not banned from the City, yet." <br><br>She can't look at Dead Pool without narrowing her eyes. Gleefully, "Too bad, you just spent your fuck on nothing."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"These stockings alone ....." And Harley shifts those long legs up to rest across the table, fishnet stockings covering pale legs, "... are already r-rated. So no limit on fucks are gonna save ya! We goin' full NC-17..." wicked little tone to the clownette, fully in agreement with Jenny.<br><br>"I will start thinking about some good disguises for us..., this gonna be great..." Though she does mmmm about the talk around AIM. "So a good ol' cloak and dagger grab. Who's gonna be Tom Cruise dropping down a rope and dangling an inch from the ground before tripping alarms..?" a beat, "I vote Peter." Peter is the coolest among them after all!<br><br>"Though I make a great doctor, I could look the scientist part..." Oh yea, she has a plan.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:582|Melissa Gold (582)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps approving disguises was a bit premature. But that cat is already out of that bag and there is no hope for getting it back in. Not without a lot of claw marks. <br><br>Though she was utterly confused yet again by Deadpool. Did he actually think he was in a movie? Then Harley is support his delusions. Or perhaps she was the crazy one and those two were in the know?<br><br>Great, she was starting to doubt her own sanity.<br><br>Mel looked around the room. "We'll do prep over the next two days, send in some people to see if we can get more information on the layout. Do what you need to do for prep. If there are no questions, I think we're done for today?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:178|Wade Wilson (178)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wade hisses through his teeth, "Oooh, can't do that Harls. You're playing to the male gaze. Very non-compliant of you. For this mission you're going to need to wear a burqa at least. Otherwise we might get the twitmob all up in arms which means our box office will like lose... ten or fifteen dollars."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He nods his head a few times and looks around at each of them.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which is when Skullface snarls, "The _fuck_ are you talking about, man?"<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Wade then says, "I agree on the Peter thing though, Pete. My man. Petey. Peternator. Gonna put that training to good use."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Abruptly he rolls on up to his feet. "Ok, I need the little boyses room, Mrs. Gold may I have a hall pass?" He asks as he starts to stroll toward the door. "Oh wait, I have my own." He titters and spins back to the door, nudging it open with a shoulder. Then walks on outside.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:959|Jennifer Stavros (959)}} has posed:'''<br>Leave it to her heroine, Harley, to get them back on track. Jenn grins for the first time since the meeting started and stands up completely, ready to get into line and file out for play time. She shoots Skullface a look, sizing the dude up. Hanging out with hardened killers even after having attended Xavier's is new for her.<br><br>Her new thing is accentuating the positive, "Disguises are bussin'!" Makeup, wigs, all the stuff she knows Harley is good at it, "I'm amped."<br><br>If she's lucky, she won't have to ride with Wade who she watches leave the room with a satisfied nod.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade excuses himself and so does Harley. Long legs go to the floor and she stretches. "Yea, Wade's got the good idea. I'm hungry..."<br><br>"It's Tuesday...."<br><br>"... Tacos?"<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2023/04/20<br />
|Location=Palace - Asgard<br />
|Synopsis=Thor, Sif, Kelda and Brunnhilde ride towards Amora's Tower to retrieve Dragonfang. What they encounter isn't what they expected.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Spending time at Asgard can only go on for so long where Brunnhilde is concerned. So after a few days of milling about it seemed Hilde had convinced (or maybe even threatened) Heimdall to open up a portal back to Midgard. And she hadn't even said goodbyes. Or given reasons to leave. Maybe it had just been time for it, back to a life of drinking and debauchery perhaps?<br><br>The answer comes a couple of days later when Hilde returns, storming into the palace and to where Sif and Thor have been at. "I bear news." she announces, a touch of a self-satisfied smug to her expression.<br><br>"But first, off to the stables. I have arranged horses for us to depart at once. I will explain it on the way but for now..."<br><br>And there's a dramatic little pause before the next part.<br><br>"Lets ride."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Flagon of mead in hand, Thor had been about to pour a bit more into Sif's goblet when the door had boomed open and a smug Valkyrie had appeared. His eyebrow had quirked and he seemed a touch taken aback at the sudden statement and then the following imperative. A small look was shared between the two, then Thor had straightened up to his rather tall and proper posture. He set the drink down and spread his hands.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well then what more is there to say?" A glance is given sidelong toward Sif, then he turns and murmurs, "We ride."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With that said they begin their descent down the steps of the palace, Brunnhilde's steps likely all the more animated. Once they are out into the open in the courtyard area, the morning sunlight brisk against their skin, Thor raises his eyebrows and murmurs, "You have given this much thought." For it was clear that indeed they had supplies and equipment packed upon the steeds that had been chosen. Another glance at Sif, then Thor lifts a hand to the side...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Distantly there is a whirring /WHOM/ and a whisper of slicing blade through the air. Around the parapet of one of the Golden Palace's towers swirls the silvered axe Stormbreaker, that slices across the distance and into the Thunderer's hand, soon joined by the lower _whum_ of Mjolnir smacking into his other palm. He sets the hammer upon his hip, then the larger axe is slung to the side of his chosen mount. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So is it too early for you to tell us what is set before us on this task, or do you wish to hold those words close and share them at a more opportune time?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The exit of Brunnhilde has been unexpected. Sif was used to them getting together for their sparring sessions. When her brother notified her of the rapid departure, Sif had merely accepted it and hoped her old friend well on her journeys, at least mentally. Not like she had telepathic abilities. <br><br>She fell into a routine for those couple of days, sparring with old friends or soldiers. All weakness was gone and she had recovered fully from her injuries. Illness? Whatever was the proper term. Perhaps curse. <br><br>The arrival and instruction was met with a lifting of brows. She simply nodded to the words from Brunnhilde, not questioning as she swigged down the last few drops of mead from her cup and put it aside. <br><br>Only she did take a slight detour since her weapons didn't just fly to her hands. But it wasn't long before she joined them in the courtyard, dressed for battle with her fur-trimmed cloak over her shoulders. There was the javelin which was placed in the sport for it attached the saddle. Her sword was at her side and the small shield was tucked into a saddlebag for now. <br><br>At that question, she peeked over the whithers of her horse toward Hilde then placed her left foot in the strirrup and mounted, settling in comfortably.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Hilde's own weapons were already stashed with the horse. Her long iron spear. A shield on the other side along with a short blade. Food. And of course a large jug which was most likely to the brim with mead. It was undeniably the best protected part of her travelling suppplies, all tied up neatly so as to not fall by chance. Yes, she meant business. But business could only go so far without proper nourishment.<br><br>"I think he keeps them purposefully far so he can show off like that all the time." Yes, Hilde is stage-whispering at Sif while they get up on the horses.<br><br>Maybe she's just jealous she can't do the same.<br><br>Wrapping a wolf-fur cloak around her shoulders Hilde then gestures for them to go. Off past the gates and towards the countryside surrounding the palace, "I went to speak with one of the Earth wizards. Strange." she announces. "And he was able to discern where Amora's tower is." she says, "At least where it will be for the next few days." it's known her Tower is never on the same spot for long. "But more importantly, he believes he knows where Jane Foster's soul is." she looks between them a moment, "And it may be in Helheim."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor is the last to mount as fate would have it, his boot sliding into the stirrup as he pulls himself up into the saddle. One leg swung over and settled, he draws rein and take a deep breath, looking up toward the high towers of the palace. A glance is then given back to the others, his lips twisting into a half-smirk as he is given a touch of grief by his compatriots.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is more convenient, aye. Though more I am still becoming used to... them." A nod is given.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then when Brunnhilde offers her insight his eyebrows lift in a slight hint of curiousity at the tale of Amora's tower. But then the mention of Jane... and his attention is fully upon her.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Indeed? Because of the tumult with Hela perchance. Then we should seek her there. If naught else but to let her have the rest she deserves." He lightly goads his horse forward with a slight cluck of his tongue, setting the horse into motion as they begin their trek with that first clip-clop of shod hooves.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"I have no doubt you are correct," Sif agrees with the stage whisper, smirking over in Thor's direction as she took the reins of her mount and gave a little squeeze of her legs to urge the beast into motion. <br><br>As they got away from the palace, she didn't press. Didn't push for more. She knew Hilde would let them know in her own time. But at mention of Amora's tower, that got a frown from Sif. It disappeared a moment later at mention of Jane Foster. <br><br>"Helheim? Then why are we seeking Amora still? We should just go and retrieve Jane Foster. And those who fight for that realm would be wise to step aside in our quest."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Apparently her soul was pulled down, along with Malekith's, during the final moments of the battle." When Thor smashed the dark elf's brain in. "Due to her not having a real body. I did not understand that part fully, but then again who fully understands wizards? And yes, he mentioned about Hela not being the ruler in Hel anymore. Which is something he wants to fix. But for that he needs a way into Helheim, and that's where we come in." Hilde starts pushing the horses harder as they continue their trip, long blonde hair flowing in the wind.<br><br>"As we have ways into Helheim."<br><br>"He will join us when we go there." She then says, then eventually looking Sif's way. "We can't just go barging into Helheim without knowing more." Look at that, Hilde being cautious. Or maybe she just has a chip on her shoulder with Amora, "And that's what Strange is doing. We need to wait until he's ready or her soul may be in jeopardy."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The trio set hoof to stone and ride toward the gates, their mounts moving at a walk as the three heroes speak. He sits up in the seat and frowns with a slight twist to his lips, not quite a scowl but something akin to one.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That may be wise, though my instinct is to simply go there and take matters into our own hands... yet I know that there are things that are best waited upon for wiser souls and more temperate dispositions." The blond man with the one eye frowns, shaking his head. "Though if she is bound in Malekith's presence, I fear that these times will weigh heavy upon her soul." His expression darkens marginally.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But why are we seeking Amora now?" Indeed she may have told him at one point, but Thor's expression seems a touch distant, the realization of what has befallen Jane likely harrying his thoughts.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"If Strange has said for us to await him, then this is for the best. He has the foresight from what I have been told. We follow his advice for the best possible result." Not that she had a lot of details but she had heard that much. Or maybe that had been a movie she'd watched. Something with a wizard. Right time. Something something.<br><br>She glanced to Thor, noting his expression but not really able to offer him comfort as they are a distance apart. Then back to Brunnhilde, she continues. "Amora may have information on the goings-on in Helheim?" Since that seemed the most likely. But Sif couldn't leave well enough alone. "Since she was likely sired from the spawn of Hel?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The distant look on the Prince doesn't go unnoticed by Hilde but she makes no comment. Sometimes it's just better to leave those thoughts be. Or bury them in plenty of mead. Like she usually does. Though Sif's last words bring a smirk out of the Valkyrie, "Likely? I think it's a certainty by now." oh yes, there was no love lost there.<br><br>"But I will be blunt. She stole my sword." Hilde tells them, "And I want to take it back and punch her face." beat, "Repeatedly." clearly more than just a chip on her shoulder!<br><br>"And yes, we may be able to shake some info out of her too." She adds with a hmph, "Since she isn't a half-bad wizard when she wants to."<br><br>----<br><br>The ride continues for most of the day yet the more they ride the more the land feels void of life. It starts with just a feeling down to the bone about something not being entirely right yet the more they ride the more that oppressive feeling becomes evident. They begin nearing a village. The hearths are lit and there's smoke coming from chimneys but the same feeling hasn't left them.<br><br>"We can rest here. And proceed in the morning." Hilde suggests.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they ride, Thor does listen, holding a place at the fore of their small group. Though his mount's canter is light, likely taking its cues from Brunnhilde's while they continue now out onto the streets of the grand city. It's when Brunnhilde casually maligns and yet offers a hint of praise that the Asgardian Prince lends his voice in support on some level.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Amora is not horrible at all times, though I trust her not. We all have been shaped by the paths we've walked." Which is as close to support as he comes. Yet his brow furrows as they ride off into the countryside for the rest of the day.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Thunderer is not staggeringly talkative while they ride. Though when he's engaged with a question or query he smiles slightly or brightens a bit, answering with some of the warmth he's been known to have. Yet his thoughts do wander and silence seems to be his natural state. They reach that village and he acknowledges Brunnhilde's suggestion. "I'll start a campfire, best we not disturb the folk here with our arrival." For he knows that at times the presence of one of the Princes of the realm can cause a certain... strain upon a settlement.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"I like it not."<br><br>Sif was looking at the village, the smoke rising to disappear into the darkening shy as the sun was falling below the horizon. She looked around, as though expecing a Svartalf to just leap out of the bushes at any moment. Her mount picked up her anxiety and took a few prancing steps to the side, having to be brought to rein by the woman atop it. <br><br>"Is it just because I know we are closer to Amora or is the air here heavy?" she asked the pair though she did follow the suggestion and moved to dismount from her horse. It wasn't anything specific just something felt ...off.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmm, I felt something too.." The Valkyrie says in agreement to Sif's question, "This is not normal." she reins in her horse as it prances and shakes it's head, eventually coming to a stop when Thor speaks of making a campfire on the outskirts of village.<br><br>"Most likely wiser." If it was up to her they would had just rode into town, but she still deferred to the Prince's call ultimately. So she jumps down from her horse, stretching and tapping at her thighs. "Urgh, it's been too long since I rode." all those muscles burning. But she goes to help getting the camp up and running.<br><br>It isn't hard to get the fire going and soon enough they have the beginnings of an actual camp. She settles down by the campfire, weapons close by, "So, where does your dislike of Amora comes from?" she asks Sif. She had noticed the expressions!<br><br>It's then that a broken twig betrays someone approaching camp, dressed in some makeshift leather armor and holding a blade. Coming from the direction of the village. "Who are you? Identify yourselves!" he barks. The last few touches of sun are finally disappearing in the horizon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Clearly you're getting old," Thor says in response to Brunnhilde's complaints, though his smile is mostly hidden as he starts to see to his mount, looping the reins around a suitable branch off of one of the broken trees. He steps around the horse, sliding a hand along its side so it knows where he is as he unslings one of the packs and rests it on his shoulder.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A bit of time after that and they have the fire going. He sets down a small gathering of twigs by the flame and then drops into a seat on one of the large logs around the camp itself. The question of Amora's dislike is for Sif, but Thor answers. "There was some friction between Sif and Amora in the past..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which might be terribly reductive though true.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then the challenge is uttered by the man emerging from the direction of the village, holding his blade in hand. Thor rises and meets the man's gaze, his one good eye narrowing. "Travelers, from Asgard. What foul misfortunate has fallen upon your home that you greet us with drawn steel?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif's nose wrinkled up a bit as she too had settled in by the fire. She was about to answer then Thor gave his insight. "Friction." A hint of a snort as she shook her head. "This is like saying that the ocean is a puddle."<br><br>But before she could elaborate on the evil that was Amora, there was that sound. Immediately her hand started to move toward her sword but she waited, resisting actually touching it. There was no telling if the man had more people in the woods with bows or the like. She said nothing and remained still. Though ready.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>If one listens one knows when Heimdal calls on the great powers of the Bifrost. The flux of energies are unmistakable. And, it has been something that Kelda was attuned to feeling. <br><br>After counting who was absent in court, the queen of blizzards made her way quickly to the Stables, leaving footprints of frost behind her in her hurry. Brunnhild had been notably agitated of late so it comes of no surprise when she arrives to find that not only Brunnhild but Prince Thor and Lady Sif had ridden out.<br><br>In a thrice her servants bring clothing, a saddle, saddlebags full of victuals and food.<br><br><br>........<br><br>The sound of a cantering horse thunders through the cover of trees, Kelda makes no effort to hide herself as she rides for the camp. Lifting an arm she hails the group and slows to a trot. Steadying her horse the mage slows to a halt, "You are not as good at sneaking away as you think."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, join the Club.." Brunnhilde is saying back to Sif, because she has some stories too. And a grudge the size of the world.<br><br>But then there's that interruption from the newcomer. As the man comes closer to the light of the campfire it's visible he's not in his best condition. Tired eyes, unkempt beard and a linen bandage wrapped around the side of his head. And for all his posture it's very clear for seasoned warriors like the trio at camp that this is not a warrior facing them. Maybe a farmer at most. Or a former one. There's a darkness to his gaze, perhaps at what he may have been living through.<br><br>"Travelers?" He squints, suspicious. And indeed Sif can notice there's a couple of archers nearby though they don't seem to know how to hide that well. "I am Gardar, protector of Ost. There is nothing here for you. Leave." but for all his bravado he recognizes these are armored warriors. He shifts his stance a bit, his hold on the blade a touch more nervous. Specially when Kelda comes riding in!<br><br>"Are you a war party from the hag? I won't let you take any more of them!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The word hag floats on the air like a bad wind. A swirl of snowflakes powders the camp, hissing into the campfire as Kelda dismounts with a flourish of her fur cape. Firelight glints off of her breastplate and the fine belt holding a heavy sword for she has left her courtly gowns behind.<br><br>"Prince Thor, Lady Sif, Lady Brunnhilde," she dips her head at each name, walking to join them at the fire. "Do you follow who I think?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man's state brings Thor's attention fully to him, though he espies Kelda's arrival. He lifts a hand in greeting to her, and the recitation of their names might well give the haggard Gardar some insight into who is before them. If not that then the words the Thunderer speaks will likely shed some light.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Aye travelers, we come not from some hag but from the Golden City. No matter what land we walk, nor under what star we travel, wherever we stand _is_ Asgard." A short glance is given to the others, then he adds. "So there is something for us here."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He starts to advance on the man, his hands empty and holds them out and up. "We mean you no ill. You speak of a hag. We seek Amora the Enchantress. Do you..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He clears his throat slightly, then quirks the eyebrow behind his eyepatch. "You speak of her, yes?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hag."<br><br>They are being threatened by a man. They have archers in the woods ready to turn them into kabobs. Yet, Sif couldn't stop herself from smirking. "We must be in the right area for Amora." But she kept her voice low so that only her companions should be able to hear her. <br><br>She didn't try to rise, didn't make any threatening moves. Just waited there comfortably as she let the Prince do the talking. For now. Until he said something stupid. Though maybe he would surprise her and not!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>It neither shocks or angers the Ice Mage. Long years of distrust has thickened her skin to the mistrust of others. Unearned, because she remains loyal to Asgard, using magic for its benefit and little for her own cause. She stands stock still at the edge of the encampment, her hood shadowing her face. <br><br>"Ignorance is a force of its own," she says, her voice ringing deeply like ice cracking in a winter bound lake.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Brunnhilde doesn't seem to be too worried about these so called protectors, even going as far as leaning forward to stoke the flames some more on the fire. It also means she is closer to Sif so she can whisper in a lower tone. "I got the left archer." it barely a murmur.<br><br>If things came to violence that is. Hilde doesn't suffer fools after all.<br><br>Though Gardar for all his foolish bravado doesn't threaten them further, eyes telling of his surprise when Kelda announces the name of these people. Or at least the supposed names! There is little mistaking the warrior menace present in the trio by the fire, or the powerful aura from Kelda.<br><br>"Prince Thor...?" The man visibly blinks and the weapon lowers, "I thought he'd be..." taller? With two eyes? Longer hair? But he wisely doesn't finish that sentence, "I ..., yes. It's been weeks of terror. Ever since that blasted tower came to be. They come and .., they take us. There aren't many of us left.." the man's shoulders sag. "We have tried send people to ask for help but ...."<br><br>There has been no news of any problem over at this area back at the palace so whatever their destiny was doesn't seem they ever left.<br><br>"Yes, that was her name."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"This troubles me deeply." Thor says and rests a hand on the man's shoulder, just leaving it there as if to steady him before that which he tells them. He gives a single nod, then looks back at the others, his brow quirking silently as if to share with them this moment of revelation. So Amora preys upon these people. Or has had a hand in their ill fortune.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His brow knits then he looks back to the man, "You do well by your people, take us to this tower and we will seek what foul magicks she has put into play." The axe upon his back is unslung as he pulls himself up onto the steed, putting his boots in the stirrups and resting Stormbreaker across his lap.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Or show us the way if you cannot come with us, yet one way or another we will find resolution and justice for your people."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif didn't nod at the words from Brunnhilde but her fellow warrior knew she was prepared should it come to that. But things seemed to be settling. She frowned a bit hearing that people were being taken by the Hag. Which was going to be her new pet term for Amora from this point forward. Especially to her face.<br><br>Sif may not have the greatest life-preserving strategy in mind there.<br><br>As Thor suddenly was ready to go, she gave a looke to Hilde, a look to Kelda, a look to the fire. A faint sigh and she rose--albeit slowly--to her feet. No threat here itchy archer fingers!<br><br>Then she moved toward her own steed, grabbing her pack in the process that she hadn't even had time to get her bedroll out of. "Do you what she is doing with your people?" she asked curiously.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The man's confusion at Thor's appearance is cause for a smile tightening Kelda's lips. The scars that mark the Prince bring him closer to the mortal realm and give him more character in her mind. She lowers her hood, her blonde hair reflecting the firelight, fire on ice, and advances slowly back toward the center of the camp.<br><br>"Restless as her ego, isolated from its surroundings, a predator that swoops in to satiate itself without regard to the land or people." She meets Thor's gaze and nods, her pale eyes sweeping Brunnhilde and Sif.<br>"It is why we have come, searching the source of the malaise lying on this land."<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The hand resting on his shoulder makes Gardar shudder. For an experienced warrior it's visible the man is in great strains mentally, on the verge of exhaustion and taken by events that greatly go beyond his comprehension, and capacity. Eyes widen as he takes in the gigantic Thor in the light, "The Storm Prince has come to save us.." he murmurs, some hope renewed at the words.<br><br>"It is hours from here. I cannot take you or we will have no one protecting the village but ...."<br><br>A piercing cry sharp through the air announces something is wrong. Gardar looks over his shoulder. "Oh no ..."<br><br>The two archers that were nearby also look towards the village as well as Asgardian cries of pain mingle with clearly unnatural hisses that echo through the forest.<br><br>They have come..." Gardar says.<br><br>Brunnhilde, for her part, gets her spear. "Time to show the hag this won't stand anymore." her eyes burning with an intensity that goes beyond dislike, the hatred there.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well. Then. It seems the battle comes to us."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor says simply, even as he looks to the archers, as they quail against the cries from the village. A hand pats upon the neck of his mount as he says quietly, "Thank you, girl. Another time we shall ride." And as those last words leave his lips there's a sizzle of lightning that dances over his eye, igniting the metal studs in the strapless eyepatch. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Come then, warriors true. Come then men of the Ost. Come then battle and blood and death." His lips curve upward as he swings his leg off the saddle and sets down with a heavy thud. A soft pat to his mount's flank sending her off and out of the way. "We have much to show those who would prey upon the Aesir. That there are still warriors valiant that trod these paths."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's a steady whum-whum-whum-whir as Stormbreaker slices through the air, slashing lightning sizzling across the ground, then gathering to lift outwards, upwards, and then suddenly bring Thor into the air, thrusting him up toward the clouds even as the skies darken and those few clouds that can be seen seem to trail after him like stallions riding upon the wake of a storm.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>The sounds have Sif tensing, her change in mood and posture causing her steed to dance a bit in place, picking up on that anxiety. Then Thor is dismounting which has Sif looking confused for a moment. Until he takes to the sky. <br><br>"He still cheats." A glance to the other ladies. "I'll bet a bottle of Asgardian mead that I get there before you both."<br><br>Then her knees tightened and her heels nudge her steed's sides, sending the beast charging in the direction of the sounds from the nearby village. She draws her sword and hooks her shield onto her left arm. Her knees will guide her mount if needed once the battle is met.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The cape sweeps around Stormrider as she rises in Thor's wake. Ice crystals glitter, catching vagrant light as she races after him, borne on a cold wind. A white spear appears in her hand, its length crackling with magic.<br><br>"Beware, there is the stench of her foul magic in the air,"she calls to Sif and Brunnhilde. Pale brows knit in puzzlement - the quality of Amora's spells is somehow different, but her comrades know the evil they will face from the Hag.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>To Battle!<br><br>Hilde laughs at the challenge from Sif, gigantic spear placed against her shoulder, the shield in the other "You are on."<br><br>Riding though? Hilde will RUN instead. Maybe that's why she will lose the race but nothing like a good challenge and Hilde does just that, starting to run towards battle along with the rest of them that go by either horse or flight or run. The three men of Ost can't hope to catch up of course but their cries of battle, bolstered by Thor's words are still heard behind them as they come closer to the village.<br><br>A rather quaint village if only it wasn't for the creatures assailing the place. Gigantic snake like creatures with at least the size of three men, wings fashioned as if from a bat and grotesque smaller arms. Chimera-like joinings of various creatures. They hiss and hassle the villagers and two seem in the process of ripping apart the roof of one of the houses. Cries are heard from within.<br><br>Outside a straggler is visible running across the fields as one of the large serpents looks his way and spits some kind of green ichor. The man is hit, gasps, slowing until falling down..<br><br>A fire starts somewhere.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For one of those creatures tearing apart the roof of the village house, their existence is one of rage and mayhem and carnage. It is in the middle of rending asunder the roof, hearing the pitiful cries within. It answers those cries with a cackle, looking sideways to its hideous comrade as they both nod emphatically toward each other. Such a joyful treat they are about to have as they unpackage this present for the meat and blood within.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's as they're nodding that one suddenly hears the whirling thubba-thubba-thubba sound of something slicing through the air. And suddenly the world seems to drop away as that one creature feels as if the ground had fallen free. It was flying in the air as well, twisting in a circle, end over end as its last thoughts are locked on a glimmer of silver that slices past it.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Meanwhile its comrade looks on as it sees the magic axe slice its partners head clean off, causing it to fall backwards.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thor lands heavily in the fields, whipping Mjolnir forward in an underhanded throw that sends it straight SMACK into the side of the jaw of that serpent's face as if admonishing it for daring to raise fang and tooth to those of Asgard. And even as that hammer strikes, Stormbreaker whirls back into his hand with a loud /WHOM!/ as lightning CRASHES down from the sky.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As she reaches the village, Sif quickly scans to get an idea of what is happening. The creatures bring a frown to her face and she glances to her steed. A moment later, she lands on the ground. Her sword was sheathed and she drew her javelin from the saddle. A thump on the rear of the horse, sending it back the way they came. Against serpent like creatures, horses were a bad choice. A small snake could send one rearing up unexpectedly. These? She was sure she'd have been thrown pretty quickly. And thus she was not really ahead of Brunnhilde now as the woman had time to catch up. And Kelda, no doubt, would make it before her since Cheating with the whole flying thing! Thus, mead was owed. Later. <br><br>"Foul beasts, go back to your Mistress and leave these good people alone!" she yelled toward the creatures. She spun the javeline, wanting that extra reach, then charged for the nearest creature while keeping her shield ready should it spit it's venom.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>Some beings thrive on inflicting pain. On hearing the villagers' screams, Kelda imagines the Hag's teeth red and dripping with the blood of her victims and the pleasure she takes in their suffering.<br><br>Lightning plays along the spear in her hand. Its long leaf-shaped head glows with power as she hefts the shaft parallel with her ear, taking swift, measured aim at the nearest winged snake. It strikes with the force of lightning.<br><br>Another forms in her hands as she twists in a vortex of frigid air and races to interpose herself between a mother fleeing in clumsy panic with a child in her arms and another of Amora's foul creations.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The creatures seem to exist to foment terror, their appearance jarring, serpentine yellow eyes with an hidden intelligence underneath. They cry out in challenge as these new warriors come to take them from their prey.<br><br>As Kelda intercepts to save the fleeing mother the creature turns it's eyes on her, weaving as if trying to go past the sorceress yet as she doesn't seem to relent it strikes, fangs bared, fast as lightning as it tries to take a good chunk out of Kelda!<br><br>Sif's own opponent is the one Thor had shaken with the hammer toss, the creature having come to be on the ground with it's small legs and arms, shaking it's head until it spots Sif. The shield is a good idea because the next moment there's a sizzling sound on it as the creature spits venom her way.<br><br>With Thor cleaving through one of the serpents up there the other is turning to follow after Thor but a long iron spear juts out one eye after a long throw from Hilde, the woman coming out of the forest with a war cry and throwing her spear mightily! Of course that it leaves her unarmed now. But she still has her shield.<br><br>Gardar and his friends start coming out of the forest as well a bit later and he points, "Arnheid..!" over yonder one of the serpents is taking flight, a struggling woman in it's arms as the creature starts flying off.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cry of the taken Arnheid is enough to take Thor's attention as well. He sets Stormbreaker spinning and uses that power to lift him off the ground in a rush of movement as a shockwave of power explodes around him when he rises upwards. There's a blur across the sky as he hurtles in the direction of the serpent as it carries its prey away only to have the Thunderer fast on its tail. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mjolnir catches up, hurtling through the sky toward Thor from behind, and the Asgardian prince spins in the air, catching it as he twists like a gyre and then snaps an arm outward sending the silver axe swirling across the distance toward the monstrosity with its prisoner, the weapon seeking to embed into its back, arresting its flight by damaging the wings even as Mjolnir then takes control of Thor's flight...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And brings him unerringly to crash toward that monster.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the cry as the woman is being taken away, Sif finds herself not really able to pursue. She doesn't have one of the winged horses here at the moment, thus flight is beyond her. Hopefully Thor and Kelda will have things well in hand.<br><br>The shield was brought up, sending the spray splattering off it and around Sif without touching the woman. But she could hear a faint sizzling sound coming from the shield and she turned it to glance at the corrosive liquid starting to eat away at it. <br><br>That had her frowning. Time to end this quickly before it got another chance. She closed the distance to it, leaping into the air as she flung her shield at it's face, to keep it from getting off another clear shot of venom. Even as she did so, she used that momentum to draw her sword. Which was sent flying off in the direction of Brunnhilde. She was not leaving her fellow warrior sans weapons in this mess. <br><br>And she brought her lance up in a two handed swing as she got to the top of the arc, doing her best to split the beast open from neck to belly.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>A flutter of pale blue fabric floats languidly in the air, part of the silk lining the Stormrider's fur mantle, a witness to the creature's strength and quickness. Swifter than the eye, Kelda dodges the strike in a tunnel of ice crystals sharp as razors. A new spear glitters in her hand as she lands in the snake's path. Teeth bared, she screams challenge at the attacker and throws the javelin at its open maw.<br><br>Mother and child stumble away. Fists clenched, Kelda opens them to blast the creature with icy magic. It freezes in place, a look of surprise in its yellow eyes as it turns to ice.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The axe through it's back has the creature wailing in pain, it's flight faltering briefly but it doesn't fall even if it's struggling to continue with the same pace as before. And almost as if by instinct it twists around as the Thunder Prince comes claiming his due. What follows next is a brutal exchange of blows, the creature attempting to snap at Thor even with the struggling Arnheid hanging precariously. The creature knows it's losing though and attempts one last desperate bite at Thor, letting go of the captured woman. Arnheid's scream is heard as she starts falling...<br><br>Sif's lunge is met by the creature's challenge. But as it tries to bite at Sif all it gets is a shield to the face. It's left stunned momentarily. Just enough that when the next swing comes it has no chance of moving out of the way. And it splits open in a shower of blood..<br><br>Hilde is no SteveRogers so she can't toss that shield offensively, relegated to a defensive posture as the creature she's facing lunges at it repeatedly. Hilde is looking for an opening and it comes when it overreaches... Right when that blade comes flying her way. She catches it in the air with a grin and brings it slicing down on the creature's neck with the momentum, cutting it right off. A nod is given Sif's way.<br><br>The creature Kelda impales with it's javelin is still coming but the ice shards that cover it next stop it in it's tracks, frozen for eternity.<br><br>The rest of the creatures, sensing defeat cry out and start to fly away, scattering even if most of them are going north. Supposedly the direction the Tower is at.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:173|Thor (173)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the air with the creature growling and snappnig now as it plummets downward ever downward, crashing toward the ground with the Thunderer now struggling with it. Three punches are slammed into the creature's maw even as it snaps at him while cradling its prize of the poor Arnheid in its grasp. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They twist in mid-air, the serpentine neck of the creature trying to wrap around Thor's neck, only for him to get a great bicep around its throat and hold it tight under his arm. They twist as the ground hurtles up faster its wings still flailing...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Only for Thor to reach past as its wing smacks him in the face, for him to grasp the bony ridge of one of the wings and abruptly tear it asunder, the aerodynamics abruptly ruined and changed form a falling air foil to that of a stone going straight to the ground. He manages to grasp Arnheid as the creature roars...<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And in the next instant the woman and the prince are carried away as the monster falls the last thirty feet to /SLAM/ into the ground, deprived of its captive and its life.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Battle is rarely pretty. Even less so when one opens up a beast in such a manner. She didn't manage to avoid all but Sif spun away after the strike, as soon as her feet touched the ground again. And put some distance so that she ended up with just a bit of ew on her boots instead of all over. <br><br>As the beast fell, writhing, she quickly spun to the other end of the lance, slicing off the head to put it out of it's misery. Even monsters such as these should not be made to suffer needlessly. <br><br>The sound of the other snakes making their escape has her turning to track them. "I think we found out which way to the tower," she said to no one in particular.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:2935|Kelda Stormrider (2935)}} has posed:'''<br>The ground shakes with the impact of the creature Thor wrestled out of the air and quiet reigns over the devastated village. The battle seems over easy to the Ice Mage, she watches their attackers retreat with a frown creasing her white brow.<br><br> Around them the village is a smoking ruin of broken roofs and spoiled gardens. Among the rows of early spring crops lie the dead. Nearby a man, burned by venom, lays between newly leafed vegetables, slain defending his family.<br><br>"She wants us to follow them," she declares. "Shall we give her the pleasure of our company?"<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>Poor Gardar. Can't really compete with the way Arnheid looks at her savior when Thor wrests her from certain death and kills that serpent, bit of a flush to her cheeks as they fly off, back to the village.<br><br>Hilde is breathing hard now, blood burning through her veins at the exertion. It's perhaps a good thing she spent the last month or more training with some of the best warriors in Asgard for some of her fitness to have returned. Blade is returned back to Sif, "You owe us that mead.." followed by a, "Thank you." Typical Hilde, putting the mead in front of the rest!<br><br>The killed Asgardian in the fields is a sign that not everyone can be saved, it's expression locked in a painful ending.<br><br>And as Kelda finishes saying those words one could almost swear there's a faint laughter in the air. Amora awaits.<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Ree&diff=22197
Ree
2023-04-04T22:50:45Z
<p>Hobb: </p>
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<div>{{CharacterPage<br />
|NameOnMUSH=Ree<br />
|banner name=Imp<br />
|Char_id=3455<br />
|banner image=https://i.imgur.com/ZxcsnC0.jpeg<br />
|banner image width=500<br />
|Img=https://tinyurl.com/5pmk76ks<br />
|FullName=Julie-Lynne Katje<br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=Imp<br />
|Species=Devil<br />
|Theme=Original<br />
|Chartype=OC<br />
|Occupation=Mechanic<br />
|Citizenship=Hell<br />
|Residence=Gotham<br />
|Education=Mostly stolen<br />
|Groups=<br />
|Quote=<br />
|PAge=40<br />
|AAge=40<br />
|DOB=21 May 1981<br />
|Height=5'6"<br />
|Weight=120 lb<br />
|Hair=Purple<br />
|Eyes=Yellow, glowy<br />
|Actor=<br />
|Song=Try, by Pink<br />
|Twitter=<br />
|Profile=Ree is a devil from actual Hell. She isn't powerful like the other devils; she mostly<br />
builds things. She was a worker, she's still a worker. But the pay is better here.<br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>* 1981: Born to Amelie Katje, father absent from her life.<br>* 1992: at eleven, showed interest<br />
in very little. Goth, introverted.<br>* 2002: Joined US Army as a mechanic.<br>* 2004: Appears to <br />
have died, but was actually collected by demons during a horrible battle. Found herself in Hell, as <br />
a fallen soul. Spent the next decade being tortured.<br>* 2014: Stole memories of physics from <br />
fellow fallen. Promoted to Imp, relieved from constant torture and given work to do!<br>* 2021: <br />
Rescued from Hell. Left on earth to find her way.<br />
|Personality=<br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Devious:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree is one hell of a liar. She loves a good plan, and adores when it comes together. But at the<br />
same time she's often impulsive. Because once in a while, unpredictable is a plan too.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Morals:'''</span><br />
<br>Hey, it's a demon. It's used to being demonic, which means that morality is a bit hazy at best.<br />
Realistically Ree knows what morals are expected, but generally has little reason to consider <br />
virtues to be better than vices. Also, significantly less entertaining.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Protective:'''</span><br />
<br>If there's one rule that demons live by, it's to protect what's yours. The word MINE has<br />
implications that matter, and once Ree has laid claim to a person or place or thing, she'll be <br />
deviously violent to keep it.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Trained:'''</span><br />
<br>Being a very low level demon, Ree can probably lose to most people she's met. She doesn't<br />
particularly want to get killed and pain hurts, so she's pretty concerned with not getting into a <br />
situation where she'll get the tar beaten out of her.<br />
|Powers=<br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Assemble:'''</span><br />
<br>With Ree's internal store of energy, she is able to call matter into being. The simpler it is,<br />
the easier it is to make. Complex molecules are basically impossible, but she could conceivably <br />
create a weapon or a small glass horsie out of her own internal stores. She is limited by her amount <br />
of storeage, which is still small. She could make around 30 lbs of the simplest object, or much less <br />
of something valuable.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Builder:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree's primary power is the ability to bind matter together. She can't stick a cow to another<br />
cow, even though she'd love to, but she could mesh simple nonliving particles to other simple <br />
nonliving particles. The harder the object is to break, the harder it is to alter. What she's doing <br />
is applying magic to the very edge of the objects and making them grow together. This allows her to <br />
throw together slapdash creations faster than anyone<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Disassemble:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree can also act as a solvent, separating matter from other matter. She can make screws strip<br />
their threads, or clothing separate at its seams. With a bit more effort she can separate matter at <br />
places that aren't joins, but that takes a great deal of her energy storage to accomplish. Harder <br />
materials are harder to affect, but seams are always weak compared to the main areas.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Heal:'''</span><br />
<br>Build can be used to close an open wound on another person. No regrowing organs, not at this<br />
stage of her development. She can't bring back the dead, it's basically like adding crazy glue to a <br />
wound and praying. If she has time she can maybe coax the flesh to knit. No guarantees <br />
though.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Horny:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree's horns are weird even for demons. They just change randomly depending on her mood. If she's<br />
upset, they'll likely arch backwards. If she's feeling hurt they might be rolled up like ram's <br />
horns. if she's aggressive, all spikey and forward! Which is funky because she doesn't seem aware of <br />
it. They're just horns.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Reattach:'''</span><br />
<br>This is something Ree can only do to herself. She can reattach her own severed limbs, if she can<br />
find them. This is basically her having intimate access to her own body, her own energy, and the <br />
ability to 'assemble' being used at its deepest and hardest level. She needs time, energy, and <br />
patience. But she can pull it off. Closing her own wounds is child's play compared to that kind of <br />
feat.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Tail:'''</span><br />
<br>Yes, Ree has a prehensile tail. It's a tail. Get over it.<br />
|Skills=<br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Build:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree has spent most of her time as an Imp doing random builds for the Fiends and higher. She<br />
mostly slaps things together instead of doing quality work, but she definitely gets stuff done when <br />
she puts her mind to it. Don't expect pretty, but definitely do expect functional. Most of Ree's <br />
work has been in the order of construction, but she's also built some vehicles and sometimes even <br />
tools.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Dirty Fighter:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree aims for the kneecaps. She bites, she kicks, she sticks her thumbs into open wounds. She<br />
stabs in vital locations. She absolutely does not, repeat NOT, fight fairly. Not even when it would <br />
make sense. Seriously, you'd have to be an idiot.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Evasion:'''</span><br />
<br>Wisps learn to duck and duck fast. When promoted from Wisp to Imp you're still weak, and Ree has<br />
gotten really good at ducking for cover, blaming others for things, and directing impending doom <br />
elsewhere.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Heat:'''</span><br />
<br>Nothing major, but Ree has learned to handle a little heat. She can put up with a lot more than<br />
normal people. This doesn't protect her from heat damage at all, but she's good with the <br />
stuff.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Hellknowledge:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree has spent about twenty years in Brimstone, a section of Hell. Possibly more, but she knows<br />
the place well enough to write a brochure or guidebook on it. It would consist of 'just don't' <br />
mostly, but she could totally write it! Ree is able to describe social structures, locations, and <br />
most and least likely ways to get yourself killed. More complicated procedures would take promotion <br />
to Fiend and a bit more intel.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Physics:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree has a decent understanding of molecular structures and elements. She had to learn in order<br />
to be able to manipulate them, which is how she got promoted in the first place. Most of it she got <br />
out of the brain of a scientist she was stuck with for a few years, but it's the thought that <br />
counts, right?<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Torture:'''</span><br />
<br>While Ree isn't really into it herself, she's seen some of the grandmasters perform torture on<br />
others. She knows how and has a strong stomach.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Tough:'''</span><br />
<br>One of the skills you learn fast in hell is how to handle pain. Ree can put up with a lot of it.<br />
Also humiliation and torture. Ree is hard to frighten, can take a licking and keep on ticking, and <br />
is so used to pain she might as well not have receptors. I mean, it still sucks, but meh. She's more <br />
resistant to being pounded on than humans have a right to be, and even though she's not enhanced she <br />
still doesn't go down easy.<br />
|Resources=<br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Cred:'''</span><br />
<br>It's hard to be tough. Unless you're used to actual demons, then the thugs on the street seem<br />
kind of tame and a bit like toddlers looking for a bottle. Ree instantly had street cred, and she <br />
never lacks for a place to crash.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Pendant:'''</span><br />
<br>While Ree has very little of her own, she does have a pendant. She isn't sure how she got it,<br />
she's not even sure how it got around her neck, but it's always been there. It sometimes looks like <br />
a choker. It's sometimes a necklace. But, like her horns, it's always there. The demons never seemed <br />
to notice it. It might be a clue to her past?<br />
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<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Demonic:'''</span><br />
<br>Clearly demonic, Ree is a devil. She has no illusion spells to cast, and has freaking horns. Red<br />
skin. A tail. Demons and devils have a reputation.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Energy Stores:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree's energy stores are limited. She has to do all the things people normaly do in order to<br />
recharge them, such as eating and resting. It's possible that she might have other ways to charge <br />
up, or to grow her storage, but that all takes time and practice. Like any muscle, you gotta work it <br />
out.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Gnomish:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree's builds tend to be slapped together. She finds whatever's available, sticks it on other<br />
stuff, and uses the least possible energy to make the essential bits. This means that the structure <br />
will function, but it's probably the most Millenium Falcon looking piece of crap you ever did see, <br />
and likely has holes where you'd expect a floor to exist. It might kill you. It'll work <br />
though.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Holiness:'''</span><br />
<br>Holy sites and holy items are an issue. Ree is an agent of Hell, and she burns when she touches<br />
holy items blessed by true believers. There are restrictions to this. The person doing the blessing <br />
must have the backing of their church (pope, cardinal, SOMETHING), and must really believe in their <br />
faith. Weakness of faith weakens the item.<br><br>Blessed locations are not painful to enter, but <br />
she can not act while on them. She can't steal, she can't hurt anyone. Basically she can't sin, by <br />
the terms of whatever god claims that location. Sometimes you just need to know the rules though. <br />
Not all gods are equal.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Imp:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree is an imp. The ranks in Hell start at Wisp (fallen soul), Imp (servant), Fiend (torturer),<br />
and then into the Lords. She has rank, but overall any demon who talks to her will know her rank at <br />
a glance. There is a pecking order and she's near the bottom.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''New:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree has only just arrived in Earthrealm. She has some memories of when she was a living soul,<br />
but it's vague and inconsistent. She has no family nor fiends. I mean friends.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Other Demons:'''</span><br />
<br>Hell doesn't want her to be free and unhindered. They may come looking for Ree, and it's pretty<br />
likely they'll send someone at Fiend level. Which is, as noted, higher than her current power <br />
levels.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Strength:'''</span><br />
<br>Ree has the normal strength and agility of a person of her apparent age who works out<br />
regularly.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Touchy:'''</span><br />
<br>All of Ree's binding or separating (glue and solvent) powers are touch-based. She's got to be<br />
touching the things involved in order to affect them. No ranged attacks here.<br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=14556/Courtyard_Recovery&diff=22128
14556/Courtyard Recovery
2023-03-30T15:52:16Z
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|Date of Scene=2023/03/30<br />
|Location=Asgardian Embassy<br />
|Synopsis=Sif and Brunnhilde train at the Embassy's courtyard where they talk of the war with the dark elves and what it may mean to Asgard. Plans are made.<br />
|Cast of Characters=1430,276<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>It's been a few days since the battle against the Svartalfheim, almost a week. Such a long time to some but to those who have the longevity of a few thousand years? Only a drop of water in a bucket.<br><br>Or in the Valkyrie's case a drop of mead in her goblet.<br><br>For Brunnhilde had been indulging after and had made herself a guest here at the embassy, joining the festivities and drinking her ass out to a stupor a few times. Hedla was getting exasperated with her already and if she could get someone with the patience of a saint exasperated ..., well....<br><br>Today it was different. She had gone to Sif's room early on. "Come outside. Time to see how your recovery is going along."<br><br>Outside it's a nice spring morning, sun up, birds chirping. The Valkyrie dressed in a light vest, wielding a rather long spear made of some heavy material.<br><br>"Come on. I don't got all day." she probably does.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Admittedly, things had been complicated for Sif's recovery. There wasn't a physical injury to be seen to. The cuts and bruises from the battle had not been what brought her close to death's door. That had been magic, a magic which had sapped away at her lifeforce itself. Or her soul. Depending on the point of view perhaps. Either way, it wasn't something that could be fixed with some herbal tea and chicken soup. It was just a matter of time.<br><br>Thankfully, each day she had been getting stronger. Though it had taken her a good four days to manage to stand up. But being who she was, she kept pushing. At least when she was alone in her room. At times, others would help her, beginning a sort of 'physical therapy' to help her start moving. <br><br>Today would be the first day she went outside. And again, that stubborn streak was there for she had insisted on dressing the role though the armor itself was left in her room. This was more training gear, the tunic and skirt. But she did have her sword at her side.<br><br>By the time she had made it to the courtyard, she could feel she was slowing. Which made her grit her teeth before Brunnhilde added the verbal barb. "Somehow I doubt the veracity of that statement," she muttered but she did make it down the steps and into the courtyard itself.<br><br>There she paused, lifting her face toward the sun as she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the beams.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>There had been no offer of chicken soup (ugly thing, urgh). Instead Brunnhilde had come by from time to time with some mead for Sif. Patented great for recovering from wounds of the soul. The Valkyrie could attest to that, she was perfectly stable, wasn't she? At least there had been no more 'bed sittings' of 400 lb of weight stopping Sif from getting up, in fact even rushing her up to her feet as possible.<br><br>Like today.<br><br>Kohl-rimmed eyes are looking up at the sky, squinting at it until she hears Sif's retort, "I always tell the truth, unless I do not." is what she says back with a raised brow.<br><br>A quick assessment of Sif, taking in the slowness of movement. It was not physical, that much she knew of already, "About time. A warrior isn't to be sleeping in bed all day." she twirls the spear on her hands, pacing around the courtyard to find a position.<br><br>"When you recover you should go back to Asgard." You, not her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"Should I?"<br><br>Sif had turned her face away from the sun, focusing on the valkyrie and watching her starting to move around the area. The ease she was moving that spear gave Sif a pang of envy but she knew she'd be back to fighting form in no time. And today she would start back along that path, working a little each day until she reached her fighting form once again.<br><br>"I spend my time between both realms of late," she explained, since Brunnhilde hadn't been around as much in the last fear years. Decades? Centuries? It was all relative to those who were practically immortal. <br><br>"I have a place here that I purchased. Looking at their horses, considering how to bring some of their best traits to Asgard stock." There is a moment of sadness as she thinks about it. Then a shake of her head and she focuses back on the now.<br><br>"Perhaps you should go back with me. Join the celebrations of Svartalfheim's defeat and Thor's return."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The motions are indeed made with ease yet to the keen eye of a true warrior there's something missing there. The sharpness of centuries back when Brunnhilde was the apex predator where it came to fighting prowess, undefeated and unbroken. This version? It seems a mere shadow of the past, haunted by failures and guilt. It's noticeable in the way one of her hands trembles as she takes the spear in one of it's twirls. Or how she's slower as well.<br><br>It probably doesn't help she had a goblet or three before getting out here today.<br><br>"And you never invited me to sightsee the house." A playful tsk at Sif, yet the part about the horses gets a longing look out of the Valkyrie, old memories coming to the fore, "Most of their horses are lazy. Did you have any success with it?"<br><br>That Sif invites her to go is a touch surprising, "And see the old man again?" most likely referring to Odin. She rolls her eyes, "I already know what he will say, and the look he will give me." clearly someone didn't get the memo about Odin being in deep slumber.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"I actually have not invited anyone to see the house," Sif admitted, a little surprised as she realized it herself. "Loki has seen it because he invited himself at one time. Other than that, only Midgardians have seen it. Those that work the land. Friends such as Zatanna. Jimmy Hudson. We were close for a time but when we lost Thor, I became obsessed with trying to find out what happened, if he could be recovered." That moment of sadness again as she looked into the distance, eyes not focusing on any specific point. "I forget time for Midgardians is short and we parted ways due to my neglect." She shrugged and suddenly drew her sword. <br><br>"Come. Help me see how bad the damage is and how much harder I will need to work." She motioned to her friend but did add. "And you have no danger of Odin's disapproving eye for he Sleeps." The way she said that last word made it obvious what was meant.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Look at you, fucking the locals." Brunnhilde comments with some measure of amusement in her blue eyes, "Good." she says in ways of approval, "It never lasts but such is love. To be lived furiously fast and without inhibition." it's clear that's what she does. She opens her mouth as if she'd say something else but then stops herself. Uncharacteristically odd for her not to say all that is on her mind. But maybe she can only tease her friend so much when she sees her in such a weakened condition.<br><br>"Eager to have your behind handed to you. Very well." And Brunnhilde angles the spear forward, knees bending just so. Tension. She springs forward for a few short jabs at Sif. Not too intense, but perhaps with more weight behind them than would be proper for someone in recovery.<br><br>Too bad Brunnhilde has never been proper.<br><br>That Odin sleeps gives the Valkyrie pause. "What?" the surprise betrays a worry in tone and gaze, "How did this happen?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>If she had given any less, Sif would've been annoyed. She was not one to want to be treated with kid gloves. She would want to be challenged and to force her body to work.<br><br>She did manage to bring up her sword, pushing the spear away and twisting her body around to try to line up a return attack. Which likely wasn't going work both because she was slower than normal and this was Brunnilde, out of practice or no. The woman was a damned fine warrior. Throw in she had a spear and thus a longer reach and the odds were in the valkyrie's corner.<br><br>Sif did not let on that she caught that worry. Better to let it slip past. Though she did answer. "Around the time Thor disappeared. When we lost Thor, I returned to Asgard to carry word and found Loki dealing with Odin having fallen into his Sleep. Thus Loki has been acting as regent." In case she didn't know that little tidbit either.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The longer reach is indeed quite the advantage so Brunnhilde only has to jump back to get out of the way. "You are hungry. Good." she says, returning on the offensive a beat later. Entering that practice routine of centuries past. Perhaps a good 500 years since they had done so. "No skinny dark elf can sap the spirit of an Asgardian." she boasts.<br><br>She twists and weaves, closing the distance as she feints to them attempt a booted kick towards the other Asgardian.<br><br>"So Momma's Boy is on the throne now?" She huffs at that as the sound of weapons clanging fills the couryard, "That must be going great." sarcasm dripping from her tone. She doesn't have much faith in the God of Mischief!<br><br>"Maybe I will go with you then. If only to make sure Loki doesn't burn down the whole kingdom." And not to check on Odin. No, never that.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"I am loathe to admit it," Sif says as she blocks another attack, falling into that routine that they all knew from childhood. Because while they were not following the exact training routine from those days, the muscle memory built over millennia could not be denied. She managed to avoid that kick but just barely and a swing of her sword would be the warning needed to push Brunnhilde back again slightly to get some distance.<br><br>"He seems to be doing well, serving Asgard instead of himself." Sif is as surprised as everyone considering her past with the mischief-maker. "I will not say he has changed but I feel this...may have helped him grow up some perhaps? Losing his brother and father in the same day."<br><br>When Brunnhilde says she might go for that reason, Sif just nods and does /not/ smile because that would just draw the ire of the blonde warrior most likely.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The news that Loki is actually handling things well is answered with a grunt, the blonde parrying the return strike with her spear and keeping their weapons connected for a moment. Strength against strength. Testing to see how recovered Sif's own strength is, "Loss has a way of changing people." she knew it well, it had partially been due to the loss of all valkyrior back then that had made her leave.<br><br>"Do you think Thor will want the throne?" She then questions, taking in a breath. Feeling she does not have the same stamina as before. Oh, she could go all day. But not without craving a good mead.<br><br>She circles the other Asgardian with her spear for a few moments longer, "For Asgard may have won the war, but there seems like there will be much to be done to recover it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>As they lock weapons, Sif can feel her arm trembling to hold the weapon steady. She brings her second hand to the hilt, a sign of that weakness though she was doing her best. But alas, she was not fully recovered and Brunnhilde was the stronger, despite her stamina not being what it was centuries ago.<br><br>"I do not know. At one time I would say no but after this experience?" Not actual shrug but it was apparent in her tone she was throwing that up into the air as one of those unknowns. <br><br>As she circles with her old friend, she doesn't spin her sword or any of those moves she would do to flourish and look fancy when 'play' fighting. "The fact we have prisoners. That is unheard of and I fear that such may lead to conflicts in Asgard." A bit of a face then she swings her sword, going in for a strike. And realizes she left herself wide open because she was so much slower than normal.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Harder.." Brunnhilde tells Sif when she spots the dark-haired warrior bringing another hand to steady her grip. Pushing her to do better, "Asgard will need you to do better." the weapons come apart.<br><br>"And so will Thor." The delivery of that line with an odd connotation to it. "There is something in his soul that's different. His destiny was settled but now ..? Something changed, he should be *dead*." her tone heavy. "And yet here he is." which Brunnhilde doesn't know how to process yet.<br><br>The talk of prisoners has Brunnhilde mmm, "Svartalfheim should handle their own prisoners. Fuck them..." but the opening gets her to go silent. And she is not one to not take advantage of it. Or to go easy on an old friend.<br><br>So she does just that, moving her spear to move the blade away so she can move in to deliver a full shoulder tackle, her strength behind it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>And with that, down goes Sif. She managed to bring up an arm and to brace her legs, to try to block the blow, but the strength just wasn't enough yet. She was going to have to build up to it. And thus, Sif landed on her ass. <br><br>If any of the guards assigned around the courtyard that noticed, they didn't say a word. Not a sound. They knew she was recovering, knew that less than a week ago she had been on the verge of heading to Valhalla for good. So for now, they were giving her a little leeway. Of course, they were also comrades so no telling how long that good will might last.<br><br>"Dammit!" Sif growled angrily as she rolled back up to her feet. She stomped a booted foot then the other as she took back up a stance to be ready for them to continue. Because she was not going to just go quietly back to her room. Not yet. She had something to prove to herself and Brunnhilde was right.<br><br>"I know not what Malekith had done to Thor. It was not the same as what was done to me. Heimdall could not see him. His spirit was not in any of the realms of the dead." For they had gone and looked. "I have not had the opportunity to speak yet about what happened to bring him back."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>The Valkyrie takes in the way Sif falls. The weakness still there. But also the stubborn resilience of her spirit. There is no nod of approval from the blonde warrior though, or words of encouragement. Instead she turns her spear and hits it's butt down on the floor, waiting for Sif to get ready again.<br><br>There's a snort when Sif then gets back up again, "Only fools don't know when they have been beaten." cruel words perhaps if they weren't Asgardian warriors who have known each other for centuries. But it's all about stoking that anger of wanting more, wanting better. Wanting to surpass themselves and their limitations.<br><br>It's what makes them Asgardians.<br><br>The spear is levelled again and she taps the tip on the ground. "Those odd people with him looked to be from space. Space Pirates most likely." Brunnhilde has had her experiences out there. "So whatever happened..., should be worth a saga. Time enough to learn of it. If you can find some time where you are not sprawled back on the ground." some more taunting.<br><br>"Who was the other one there ...?" A pause, "The one holding Mjolnir. I felt a kinship to her but she did not go to Valhalla when she fell."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>At the taunting, that gets a derisive snort from Sif. "Who has been beaten? I tripped." Which she said with a grin. She quickly takes position and prepares for an attack. Watching Brunnhilde but more focused on her body and the weapon she wielded as opposed to looking into her eyes. Never letting down that guard.<br><br>"I did not see those that arrived with him," she admits as she goes for the attack this time. Driving forward in a sudden burst of speed that she likely will pay for in a minute as she can't keep that up for long at this point in her recovery. But she goes for a swing, expecting a block and quickly changes the flow and direction of the weapon to go for a lower attack than the first. Admittedly, unlikely she'll get through but hopefully the sudden offense instead of defense will count for something.<br><br>At mention of the one with they mystical hammer, Sif gave a little nod. "Jane Foster. A friend from his past who I came to know in the last year. When Thor disappeared, the hammer was destroyed. She gathered the pieces. Then the next thing I knew, she as able to transform and wield the power of Thor, obviously having been found worthy." She frowned a little. "I wonder if she went to the same place Thor had? Since he simply disappeared when the spell was cast on him? Is it possible?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"Fool it is then." The same grin on Brunnhilde's expression as they exchange 'pleasantries' as Asgardians do. The valkyrie readies herself as well, again an aggressive stance, raising the spear above Sif's head some as if ready to stab from above.<br><br>They circle for a few and then there's a burst of motion. Uncanny speed that is matched with Brunnhilde's own. Eager for conflict. And she being who she is she doesn't care much in keeping the distance, or the advantage of the spear, moving in as if to end this quickly. That Sif changes angles at the last moment has Brunnhilde having to improvise, body moving to a side and the spear only coming up at the last moment, she partially parrying with a grunt before being tossed back. Not that she falls, one hand on the ground making her roll over and back up to her feet. She chinjerks back at Sif.<br><br>"Not good enough." even if enough to throw the old warrior back and almost fall. But she won't admit to that!<br><br>"A mortal wielding Asgard power. Interesting." then she shrugging at the possibility of she being sent to the same place Thor. "Beats me. I am no sorcerer like Momma's Boy, or Frigga. If there's anyone that might have an inkling about it is them." a pause to frown. "And perhaps that wizard they call Strange. I still have some words to have with that man."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>"When I have the strength, and his tale, perhaps I can investigate. Heimdall's sight should help."<br><br>As she managed to mess up Brunnhilde's footing, she was quite happy with that but there was no giving in like she'd been victorious. Not even close. "Perhaps not good enough. But it felt good," Sif admits with that little shrug of one shoulder, a grin on her face. "Made me feel not completely useless."<br><br>Which is how she's feeling and thus forcing herself to continue even though her shoulder already burned from the weight of the sword and their impacts when exchanging blows. <br><br>Though there was something there which had her curious as she circled, looking for another opening. A feint here or there to test. "Zatanna Zatara is also a good user of magics. Though, why do you need to have words with Doctor Strange?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1430|Brunnhilde (1430)}} has posed:'''<br>"He had Dragonfang." The legendary blade Brunnhilde used to wield, "Don't ask me how..." in truth she doesn't remember. Though she has the burning feeling she may have bet it away. Or sold it for something. Perhaps she was too drunk to remember. Or simply gave it over for safekeeping. Who knows?<br><br>"And now he doesn't..., and I want it back." A frown creeping onto her features, "Hence. Words." good that it's only words to be honest. For her! "Just comes to prove I should never trust magicians.." she still has a score to settle with Amora.<br><br>She notes the way Sif is carrying herself. The exertion that is telling she will be coming to exhaustion soon enough. Which wouldn't do considering tomorrow there will be more of it. "Bah!" she straightens up, again the spear hitting the ground with the butt. "I tire of this training. I need a drink." <br><br>"Tomorrow we do this again. And let's see about visiting that house of yours soon. I will be your first official guest." does it count if she just invited herself to it?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:276|Sif (276)}} has posed:'''<br>Sif knew it for what it was. For an instant, there was gratitude in her eyes. Then it was gone and she gave a terse nod. "Perhaps that will speed my recovery. Or make me not care. Either works."<br><br>And she sheathed her sword back at her side. "I had not realized he had your blade. Words indeed." But then she gave her friend a nudge with an elbow as she turned toward the building proper. Starting to head inside and careful to hold herself upright and show no weakness. <br><br>"We will visit Asgard. See if Heimdall has any hints of Jane Foster. Then a trip to my ranch. And after that, who knows."<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
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Brunnhilde/gallery
2023-03-26T00:11:37Z
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Brunnhilde
2023-03-25T23:43:56Z
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<div>{{CharacterPage<br />
|NameOnMUSH=Brunnhilde<br />
|banner name=Valkyrie<br />
|Char_id=1430<br />
|banner image=https://i.imgur.com/52uQEWX.jpg<br />
|banner image width=900<br />
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/ZRmNRBQ.jpg<br />
|FullName=Brünnhilde<br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=Valkyrie<br />
|Species=Asgardian<br />
|Theme=Marvel<br />
|Chartype=FC<br />
|Occupation=Valkyrie in Self-Imposed Exile<br />
|Citizenship=Asgard and Hel (Valhalla)<br />
|Residence=Nomad<br />
|Education=The Battlefield of/and Life<br />
|Groups=[[Asgardians]], [[Godlings]]<br />
|Quote=I don't plan to stop drinking.<br />
~Brunnhilde<br />
|PAge=1720<br />
|AAge=1720<br />
|DOB=14 Oct 303<br />
|Height=6'0"<br />
|Weight=430 lb<br />
|Hair=Gold<br />
|Eyes=Blue<br />
|Actor=Katheryn Winnick<br />
|Song=https://youtu.be/498zUzNGQxY- "Doing it to Death" by The Kills<br />
|Twitter=<br />
|Profile=Chosen by Odin long ago to lead the Valkyrior. A fierce Asgardian warrior whose skills are<br />
nearly unrivaled in the record and memory of Asgard. Many centuries ago, she was believed dead, and <br />
has made Earth her current place to hole up in, resigned to live out her days away from her former <br />
tragedy and glory.<br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>* Birth - 303 (0 yrs) - Born. Unknown Parentage.<br><br>* Training - 311 (8 yrs) - Begins<br />
training to be a warrior and eventually falls in love with her trainer.<br><br>* Chosen - 320 (17 <br />
yrs) - Brünnhilde's lover and trainer, Sigmund, is killed in battle by an arrow in a battle against <br />
Odin. Odin finds her and gives her a chance to flee. Instead, she refuses, defying his mercy, and <br />
in so doing, challenging a god. "I--I would not abandon the dead--he is to be buried, so that his <br />
soul may be cared for!..." She'd die to save his soul, her countrymen, and good person dying in <br />
battle. Odin charges her to become the protector and guide of such people and to deliver them to <br />
Valhalla. He makes her Valkyrie and appoints her leader of the Valkyrior and tells her that she <br />
will be a powerful symbol of sacrifice, courage, and that this will drive people to great acts just <br />
to get a glimpse of her face. And so Brünnhilde accepts the mantle of the god who would call her <br />
his god-daughter one day.<br><br>* Funeral Pyre - 778 (475 yrs) - Odin, on one of his last straws <br />
with Thor, issues an order that he be killed. Brünnhilde seeks out Thor who is adventuring on <br />
Midgard with a mortal named Ake. After helping them escape, Brünnhilde and Ake became lovers. <br />
Later, he was murdered, and despite them being estranged, still in love with him, she road his <br />
battle steed into his funeral pyre. Odin, so moved, brought Brünnhilde back to life.<br><br>* A <br />
Taste of Adventure - 876 (573 yrs) - Eventually, Brünnhilde and the Valkyrior were unable to choose <br />
the slain from Earth due to a deal Odin had made. Embittered by the situation, Valkyrie parts ways <br />
to seek out something to do with her life, but runs into Amora the Sorceress in a bar. Amora <br />
entices her into a life of adventure, but things go bad fairly quickly and Amora imprisons <br />
Brünnhilde in the end.<br><br>* Hela Rebellion - 1203 (900 yrs) - Hela rebels against Odin in an <br />
effort to seize Valhalla. The Valkyrior ride against her but the battle is a great loss, and <br />
Brünnhilde escapes only because a fellow Valkyrie sacrifices herself for her. Here her pegasus <br />
falls in battle.<br><br>* Self-Exile - 1203 (900 yrs) - In the aftermath of the massacre, Odin <br />
believes Valkyrie to have died in battle, though in fact she was one of the few Valkyrior to <br />
survive. Realizing this, heartbroken, and disillusioned with the throne and life in general, <br />
Brünnhilde seeks to live out the remainder of her days trying to forget her past. She has not been <br />
back to Valhalla since.<br><br>* Midgard - 1982 (1679 yrs) - Brünnhilde takes up Midgard as her <br />
latest watering hole, bringing enough drinking money to last her for quite some time and <br />
supplementing this with income from odd jobs that benefited from her particular skills such as <br />
prizefighting.<br />
|Personality=<br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Boozehound:'''</span><br />
<br>This lady knows how to have a good time, and also knows how to make a good time lousy. She moves<br />
to the beat of her own drum, which is now more often a handy growler (drinking jug) than a war drum. <br />
She can be a lot of fun to be around if she's in the right mood.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Brutally Honest:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde tells it like it is and it isn't for anyone's benefit since she doesn't give a<br />
flying flip what anyone else thinks. White lies are laced with hyperbolic sarcasm. She's up front <br />
about who she is with people and makes no apologies. When she is coming from a heartfelt place, <br />
instead of backing off of her honesty, she doubles-down, regardless of the personal cost to her. To <br />
her, there is no other course as it is the only right thing to do by a person, but not all people <br />
are worthy of this.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Disillusioned:'''</span><br />
<br>The Valkyrie has lived a long, difficult life. While she found her calling as leader of the<br />
Valkyrior to be fulfilling, she has also found heartbreak, and at times has been severely at odds <br />
with Odin. She's become jaded with Asgardian life, the monarchy, and life in general as she grieves <br />
the ones she's lost, knowing that Odin will make sure the Valkyrior will go on without her. This has <br />
all left her a bit jaded.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Heart of a Dog:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is lead by her heart, her instinct, and her loyalty, which is incredibly tolerant<br />
given her history. She's not exactly had the best times working for Odin, to state it mildly, but <br />
she continues to be drawn back to noble and fallen warriors, something that she felt in her heart <br />
and her bones before Odin ever called her to lead the Valkyrior. Her love is absolute and undying. <br />
Several times she has defied authority while at the mercy of gods for those to whome she is <br />
loyal.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Intelligent:'''</span><br />
<br>Despite forthrightness probably being one of her strongest traits, Brünnhilde is quite<br />
formidable and lightning quick with witty retorts. More importantly, her ability in strategy and <br />
tactics are a reflection of not only her mastery of battle, but also her upper ceiling. She catches <br />
on quickly if she thinks something is worth learning or listening to, but she'll be the judge of <br />
that.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Lionhearted:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is nothing if not courageous and valiant on and off the battlefield. In fact, she<br />
has defied Odin himself, denying his mercy, and all while facing worse than certain death for the <br />
sake of the dead and their souls. It's one of the chief reasons he offers her the mantle of <br />
Valkyrie. She is not afraid to stand up to him, something Odin is wise enough to see is important in <br />
one charged with protecting and guiding warriors to Valhalla.<br />
|Powers=<br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Allspeak:'''</span><br />
<br>Odin gave Brünnhilde the gift to be able to speak and all cultures be able to understand her.<br />
It allows her a fair amount of freedom to live an intergalactic nomadic lifestyle.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Death Perception:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is able to sense Death; the coming of all kinds. Impending, mass, destined,<br />
thwartable (for a time), or near death. She also is haunted by the ghosts and spirits of people she <br />
has lost in the battlefield or others who have not or cannot pass on.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Divine Commuter:'''</span><br />
<br>In order for Valkyrie to be able to logistically carry out her duties across the Nine Realms,<br />
Odin granted her the ability to traverse the realms freely without any physical limitations. This <br />
meant she could appear on a battlefield in the blink of an eye and bring fallen warriors to <br />
Valhalla. While very convenient, no one recommends using this as a form of travel across the Nine <br />
Realms when trying to keep a low profile. Out of respect for Valhalla as well as the desire to not <br />
attract attention from Odin, Brünnhilde has never used this power for hop-skipping across the Nine <br />
Realms. She did use it once to visit Valhalla after her self-imposed exile, but found it too <br />
difficult to return after seeing her fallen Valkyrior.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Regenerative Healing:'''</span><br />
<br>Although she's very difficult to injure, Brünnhilde can be harmed and heals several times<br />
faster than humans. Puncture wounds and slashes will heal in a matter of hours, and broken bones in <br />
days. She is unable to regenerate whole limbs or organs.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Super Agility:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde possesses agility and reflexes that far surpass the limits of any human<br />
athlete.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Durability:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is able to survive in the vacuum of space for some time. She can withstand a great<br />
amount of physical impact and force. Falls from great heights, extreme exposure to heat, cold, or <br />
pressure, high caliber bullets. These and similar impact (blunt and not) will not injure <br />
her.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Longevity:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde was granted effective immortality to continue serving in her role as a<br />
Valkyrie.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Speed:'''</span><br />
<br>While not a match for Loki in sheer speed, Brunnhilde is faster than any human and able to run<br />
up to 60 miles per hour.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Stamina:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is able to fight for 24 hours before she begins to be impaired by toxins built up in<br />
her blood.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Strength:'''</span><br />
<br>While her strength does not rival that of Thor's, Brünnhilde's outstrips even Sif's. She's<br />
capable of flinging around forty five tons with the ease that Thor does one hundred, thus making her <br />
significantly stronger than any other Valkyrie which are even still much stronger than average <br />
Asgardians.<br />
|Skills=<br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Battle Prowess:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is known for her unequalled combat skills, though Sif is said to be the only one who<br />
can match her. She can go toe-to-toe with Thor. This was also one of the reasons she was chosen to <br />
lead the Valkyrior, as she would serve as a symbol both in unparalleled skill and character. <br />
Brünnhilde doesn't have much trouble with modern weapons, but she prefers swords, spears, fists, <br />
might, and will when it comes to defeating a worthy opponent. She can shoot a bow with the best of <br />
them, and enjoys it for sport, but she prefers to get too close for comfort and face her foes head <br />
on.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Horsemanship:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is an expert not only at riding horses (specifically flying ones), but also riding<br />
them into battle, a wholly different skill. She knows how to fly in Valkyrior formations and cared <br />
for her steed herself.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Leadership:'''</span><br />
<br>Selected by Odin after she defied him (see timeline for details), Brünnhilde was the leader of<br />
the Valkyrior for almost a thousand years. She was someone he could see would lead by example, and <br />
she did, but her lessons about leadership didn't end there. She's had a lot of experience in <br />
leadership. She's seen wars and has no tolerance for bureaucracies or micromanagement styles. She <br />
prefers to command capable equals who do not need to be lead around by the nose. She leads off the <br />
battlefield through what's known to modern mavens of the business world as a coaching style, known <br />
to be the most difficult style to master and unteachable.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Streetwise:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde has traveled the galaxy trying to find a place she can disappear and forget, as if<br />
searching for the perfect bottle. It's led her to do quite a few odd jobs, space ubering, some <br />
bounty hunting, and scavenging and salvaging. Not all of it was strictly legal, but Brünnhilde <br />
doesn't really see herself as subject to mortal laws if the laws are dumb and so she has picked up <br />
acquaintances, skills, and a certain kind of fondness for the underdogs of society.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Trainer:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde has extensive experience in training warriors as she was in charge of supervising<br />
and maintaining Valkyrior battlefield readiness and supremacy in and out of battle. She pushes <br />
herself and others hard. All in, just like how she does everything.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Under the Influence:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is more than just a functional drunk. She gets a lot of leeway given her bodily<br />
resilience to harm...so things like slipping off a barstool and slamming her head into a pool table <br />
are not going to prevent her from grabbing more than a few more pints of ale before she goes into a <br />
prize fight or closes in on her quarry. Being as adept as she is at fighting, this is the equivalent <br />
to fighting with a hand or two tied behind her back, which she can also do in her sleep or drunken <br />
stupor, at least after the first time they ring her bell. There's more than one way to 'sober up.'<br />
|Resources=<br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''"jar":'''</span><br />
<br>Named after the old norse word for horse, Jar is the latest in a long line of space ships that<br />
have served the Valkyrie in her time of hiding and this one has been around for awhile It was once a <br />
top of the line salvager meant for small to medium hauls owned by a pirate who outfitted it with <br />
stealth technology to keep illegal salvaging operations on the down low. She won it in a drinking <br />
contest gods know where, she can't remember, but it's got some years on it and it was never meant to <br />
be pretty. She's outfitted it with some heavy weapons and upgraded the drive to give it more zip to <br />
get out of tight spots. Basically, it's now everything it wasn't, a little cramped, all-in-one with <br />
a hammock, a fridge, and a hotplate. She loves it, but she'll never let you know it till you scratch <br />
the paint...which is already peeling off. Currently she's parked it in South America in a large, <br />
undiscovered cave. Boulders made for a good garage door, and if that failed, the stealth is still <br />
on.<br><br>Once upon a time she considered relocating it, but without repairs and parts she can't <br />
get on Earth, there's no way Jar could ever get to orbit, making it seem like a moot point. Every <br />
several years or so she gets an itch to make the trip down, make sure Jar is okay, give her favorite <br />
cupholder some use for old time's sake, reminisce about bygones with the grounded mechanical beast, <br />
and pour a forty for her dead.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Dragonfang:'''</span><br />
<br>A short sword forged with a sapphirc steel blade and a hilt carved from the tooth of an extra<br />
-dimensional dragon. It is a famously powerful sword well known to Asgardians. At some point in <br />
Brünnhilde's self-exile, she entrusted the Dragonfang to Dr. Strange for safekeeping and has since <br />
yet to reclaim it. See Dragonfang's powers below: - Indestructible - Capable of cutting through <br />
mystical barriers - Enhances Melee Weapon Skill - Possession of the blade enhances melee skills <br />
across the board, not that Brünnhilde needs it, but in the hands of mortals with some or heavy <br />
combat skills, it can be very formidable - Recall - Like Thor's hammer, Dragonfang is bound to <br />
Brünnhilde in some way and will return to her hand when summoned. Hilt first. Hilt first.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Drinking Vessel:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is never without some sort of portable drinking vessel. While she'd prefer a good<br />
Asgardian drinking horn, she's settled for substitutes to try and marginally blend in. Be it some <br />
ancient looking growler (jug) slung from her shoulders to rest at her hip, or some flask she won <br />
from a fight in some weird corner of the galaxy.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Iron Spear:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde still has her ancient iron spear and she keeps it under her bed.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Winged Steed:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde lost her steed Björn while battling against Hela in defense of Odin's dominion over<br />
Valhalla. She raised and trained him herself under the supervision of the royal Asgardian horse <br />
trainer. As such, she has a deep connection with her fallen steed. She has not sought to replace him <br />
since she went into self-exile.<br />
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<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Boozehound:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is a chronic godly alcoholic. She can down a jug of liquor in 3-4 seconds flat<br />
without even trying and walk right out the door. This gets in the way of healthy relationships and <br />
increases her isolation. It can also mean she might show up somewhat impaired and be at a <br />
disadvantage for a portion of the battle which really is a problem when facing numbers or a more <br />
dangerous foe.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Confidence Or Arrogance:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is actually one of those people who deserves to be arrogant, though she isn't, not<br />
outright. When she says she can slit a beast from end to end, you don't want to bet against her, but <br />
in the land of mortals, this divine confidence can put people on edge and she can come across as <br />
arrogant. Which, she kind of is.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Goes Her Own Way:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is going to do what she's going to do. She's stubborn, smart, and will only be<br />
swayed with airtight arguments. Only Brünnhilde can change Brünnhilde's direction in the end, even <br />
if someone else is giving the pitch. As such, she writes off a lot of people she considers fools. <br />
This naturally means that there are people she misunderstands or misjudges them too quickly in her <br />
haste to return to her status quo.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Martyr:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is extreme and fatalistic. She will and has laid down her life for her beliefs and<br />
principles. She loves hard, lives hard, and falls hard, always in the service of others. If she <br />
wasn't such a martyr, she'd probably have had a much more peaceful life. As a leader, actually dying <br />
for your peers is probably one of the worst things you can do if you are still needed to lead on the <br />
battlefield, and the Valkyrior have given their lives to protect her (see Hela's rebellion in <br />
timeline).<br />
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Hero name = Valkyrie<br />
| Actor name = Katheryn Winnick<br />
| Theme = Marvel<br />
| Character Type = FC<br />
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|NameOnMUSH=Brunnhilde<br />
|banner name=Valkyrie<br />
|Char_id=1430<br />
|banner image=https://i.imgur.com/52uQEWX.jpg<br />
|banner image width=900<br />
|Img=https://i.imgur.com/ZRmNRBQ.jpg<br />
|FullName=Brünnhilde<br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=Valkyrie<br />
|Species=Asgardian<br />
|Theme=Marvel<br />
|Chartype=FC<br />
|Occupation=Valkyrie in Self-Imposed Exile<br />
|Citizenship=Asgard and Hel (Valhalla)<br />
|Residence=Hell's Kitchen Liquor Shop<br />
|Education=The Battlefield of/and Life<br />
|Groups=[[Asgardians]], [[Godlings]]<br />
|Quote=I don't plan to stop drinking.<br />
~Brunnhilde<br />
|PAge=1720<br />
|AAge=1720<br />
|DOB=14 Oct 303<br />
|Height=6'0"<br />
|Weight=430 lb<br />
|Hair=Gold<br />
|Eyes=Blue<br />
|Actor=Katheryn Winnick<br />
|Song=https://youtu.be/498zUzNGQxY- "Doing it to Death" by The Kills<br />
|Twitter=<br />
|Profile=Chosen by Odin long ago to lead the Valkyrior. A fierce Asgardian warrior whose skills are<br />
nearly unrivaled in the record and memory of Asgard. Many centuries ago, she was believed dead, and <br />
has made Earth her current place to hole up in, resigned to live out her days away from her former <br />
tragedy and glory.<br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>* Birth - 303 (0 yrs) - Born. Unknown Parentage.<br><br>* Training - 311 (8 yrs) - Begins<br />
training to be a warrior and eventually falls in love with her trainer.<br><br>* Chosen - 320 (17 <br />
yrs) - Brünnhilde's lover and trainer, Sigmund, is killed in battle by an arrow in a battle against <br />
Odin. Odin finds her and gives her a chance to flee. Instead, she refuses, defying his mercy, and <br />
in so doing, challenging a god. "I--I would not abandon the dead--he is to be buried, so that his <br />
soul may be cared for!..." She'd die to save his soul, her countrymen, and good person dying in <br />
battle. Odin charges her to become the protector and guide of such people and to deliver them to <br />
Valhalla. He makes her Valkyrie and appoints her leader of the Valkyrior and tells her that she <br />
will be a powerful symbol of sacrifice, courage, and that this will drive people to great acts just <br />
to get a glimpse of her face. And so Brünnhilde accepts the mantle of the god who would call her <br />
his god-daughter one day.<br><br>* Funeral Pyre - 778 (475 yrs) - Odin, on one of his last straws <br />
with Thor, issues an order that he be killed. Brünnhilde seeks out Thor who is adventuring on <br />
Midgard with a mortal named Ake. After helping them escape, Brünnhilde and Ake became lovers. <br />
Later, he was murdered, and despite them being estranged, still in love with him, she road his <br />
battle steed into his funeral pyre. Odin, so moved, brought Brünnhilde back to life.<br><br>* A <br />
Taste of Adventure - 876 (573 yrs) - Eventually, Brünnhilde and the Valkyrior were unable to choose <br />
the slain from Earth due to a deal Odin had made. Embittered by the situation, Valkyrie parts ways <br />
to seek out something to do with her life, but runs into Amora the Sorceress in a bar. Amora <br />
entices her into a life of adventure, but things go bad fairly quickly and Amora imprisons <br />
Brünnhilde in the end.<br><br>* Hela Rebellion - 1203 (900 yrs) - Hela rebels against Odin in an <br />
effort to seize Valhalla. The Valkyrior ride against her but the battle is a great loss, and <br />
Brünnhilde escapes only because a fellow Valkyrie sacrifices herself for her. Here her pegasus <br />
falls in battle.<br><br>* Self-Exile - 1203 (900 yrs) - In the aftermath of the massacre, Odin <br />
believes Valkyrie to have died in battle, though in fact she was one of the few Valkyrior to <br />
survive. Realizing this, heartbroken, and disillusioned with the throne and life in general, <br />
Brünnhilde seeks to live out the remainder of her days trying to forget her past. She has not been <br />
back to Valhalla since.<br><br>* Midgard - 1982 (1679 yrs) - Brünnhilde takes up Midgard as her <br />
latest watering hole, bringing enough drinking money to last her for quite some time and <br />
supplementing this with income from odd jobs that benefited from her particular skills such as <br />
prizefighting.<br />
|Personality=<br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Boozehound:'''</span><br />
<br>This lady knows how to have a good time, and also knows how to make a good time lousy. She moves<br />
to the beat of her own drum, which is now more often a handy growler (drinking jug) than a war drum. <br />
She can be a lot of fun to be around if she's in the right mood.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Brutally Honest:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde tells it like it is and it isn't for anyone's benefit since she doesn't give a<br />
flying flip what anyone else thinks. White lies are laced with hyperbolic sarcasm. She's up front <br />
about who she is with people and makes no apologies. When she is coming from a heartfelt place, <br />
instead of backing off of her honesty, she doubles-down, regardless of the personal cost to her. To <br />
her, there is no other course as it is the only right thing to do by a person, but not all people <br />
are worthy of this.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Disillusioned:'''</span><br />
<br>The Valkyrie has lived a long, difficult life. While she found her calling as leader of the<br />
Valkyrior to be fulfilling, she has also found heartbreak, and at times has been severely at odds <br />
with Odin. She's become jaded with Asgardian life, the monarchy, and life in general as she grieves <br />
the ones she's lost, knowing that Odin will make sure the Valkyrior will go on without her. This has <br />
all left her a bit jaded.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Heart of a Dog:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is lead by her heart, her instinct, and her loyalty, which is incredibly tolerant<br />
given her history. She's not exactly had the best times working for Odin, to state it mildly, but <br />
she continues to be drawn back to noble and fallen warriors, something that she felt in her heart <br />
and her bones before Odin ever called her to lead the Valkyrior. Her love is absolute and undying. <br />
Several times she has defied authority while at the mercy of gods for those to whome she is <br />
loyal.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Intelligent:'''</span><br />
<br>Despite forthrightness probably being one of her strongest traits, Brünnhilde is quite<br />
formidable and lightning quick with witty retorts. More importantly, her ability in strategy and <br />
tactics are a reflection of not only her mastery of battle, but also her upper ceiling. She catches <br />
on quickly if she thinks something is worth learning or listening to, but she'll be the judge of <br />
that.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Lionhearted:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is nothing if not courageous and valiant on and off the battlefield. In fact, she<br />
has defied Odin himself, denying his mercy, and all while facing worse than certain death for the <br />
sake of the dead and their souls. It's one of the chief reasons he offers her the mantle of <br />
Valkyrie. She is not afraid to stand up to him, something Odin is wise enough to see is important in <br />
one charged with protecting and guiding warriors to Valhalla.<br />
|Powers=<br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Allspeak:'''</span><br />
<br>Odin gave Brünnhilde the gift to be able to speak and all cultures be able to understand her.<br />
It allows her a fair amount of freedom to live an intergalactic nomadic lifestyle.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Death Perception:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is able to sense Death; the coming of all kinds. Impending, mass, destined,<br />
thwartable (for a time), or near death. She also is haunted by the ghosts and spirits of people she <br />
has lost in the battlefield or others who have not or cannot pass on.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Divine Commuter:'''</span><br />
<br>In order for Valkyrie to be able to logistically carry out her duties across the Nine Realms,<br />
Odin granted her the ability to traverse the realms freely without any physical limitations. This <br />
meant she could appear on a battlefield in the blink of an eye and bring fallen warriors to <br />
Valhalla. While very convenient, no one recommends using this as a form of travel across the Nine <br />
Realms when trying to keep a low profile. Out of respect for Valhalla as well as the desire to not <br />
attract attention from Odin, Brünnhilde has never used this power for hop-skipping across the Nine <br />
Realms. She did use it once to visit Valhalla after her self-imposed exile, but found it too <br />
difficult to return after seeing her fallen Valkyrior.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Regenerative Healing:'''</span><br />
<br>Although she's very difficult to injure, Brünnhilde can be harmed and heals several times<br />
faster than humans. Puncture wounds and slashes will heal in a matter of hours, and broken bones in <br />
days. She is unable to regenerate whole limbs or organs.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Super Agility:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde possesses agility and reflexes that far surpass the limits of any human<br />
athlete.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Durability:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is able to survive in the vacuum of space for some time. She can withstand a great<br />
amount of physical impact and force. Falls from great heights, extreme exposure to heat, cold, or <br />
pressure, high caliber bullets. These and similar impact (blunt and not) will not injure <br />
her.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Longevity:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde was granted effective immortality to continue serving in her role as a<br />
Valkyrie.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Speed:'''</span><br />
<br>While not a match for Loki in sheer speed, Brunnhilde is faster than any human and able to run<br />
up to 60 miles per hour.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Stamina:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is able to fight for 24 hours before she begins to be impaired by toxins built up in<br />
her blood.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Superhuman Strength:'''</span><br />
<br>While her strength does not rival that of Thor's, Brünnhilde's outstrips even Sif's. She's<br />
capable of flinging around forty five tons with the ease that Thor does one hundred, thus making her <br />
significantly stronger than any other Valkyrie which are even still much stronger than average <br />
Asgardians.<br />
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<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Battle Prowess:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is known for her unequalled combat skills, though Sif is said to be the only one who<br />
can match her. She can go toe-to-toe with Thor. This was also one of the reasons she was chosen to <br />
lead the Valkyrior, as she would serve as a symbol both in unparalleled skill and character. <br />
Brünnhilde doesn't have much trouble with modern weapons, but she prefers swords, spears, fists, <br />
might, and will when it comes to defeating a worthy opponent. She can shoot a bow with the best of <br />
them, and enjoys it for sport, but she prefers to get too close for comfort and face her foes head <br />
on.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Horsemanship:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is an expert not only at riding horses (specifically flying ones), but also riding<br />
them into battle, a wholly different skill. She knows how to fly in Valkyrior formations and cared <br />
for her steed herself.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Leadership:'''</span><br />
<br>Selected by Odin after she defied him (see timeline for details), Brünnhilde was the leader of<br />
the Valkyrior for almost a thousand years. She was someone he could see would lead by example, and <br />
she did, but her lessons about leadership didn't end there. She's had a lot of experience in <br />
leadership. She's seen wars and has no tolerance for bureaucracies or micromanagement styles. She <br />
prefers to command capable equals who do not need to be lead around by the nose. She leads off the <br />
battlefield through what's known to modern mavens of the business world as a coaching style, known <br />
to be the most difficult style to master and unteachable.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Streetwise:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde has traveled the galaxy trying to find a place she can disappear and forget, as if<br />
searching for the perfect bottle. It's led her to do quite a few odd jobs, space ubering, some <br />
bounty hunting, and scavenging and salvaging. Not all of it was strictly legal, but Brünnhilde <br />
doesn't really see herself as subject to mortal laws if the laws are dumb and so she has picked up <br />
acquaintances, skills, and a certain kind of fondness for the underdogs of society.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Trainer:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde has extensive experience in training warriors as she was in charge of supervising<br />
and maintaining Valkyrior battlefield readiness and supremacy in and out of battle. She pushes <br />
herself and others hard. All in, just like how she does everything.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Under the Influence:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is more than just a functional drunk. She gets a lot of leeway given her bodily<br />
resilience to harm...so things like slipping off a barstool and slamming her head into a pool table <br />
are not going to prevent her from grabbing more than a few more pints of ale before she goes into a <br />
prize fight or closes in on her quarry. Being as adept as she is at fighting, this is the equivalent <br />
to fighting with a hand or two tied behind her back, which she can also do in her sleep or drunken <br />
stupor, at least after the first time they ring her bell. There's more than one way to 'sober up.'<br />
|Resources=<br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''"jar":'''</span><br />
<br>Named after the old norse word for horse, Jar is the latest in a long line of space ships that<br />
have served the Valkyrie in her time of hiding and this one has been around for awhile It was once a <br />
top of the line salvager meant for small to medium hauls owned by a pirate who outfitted it with <br />
stealth technology to keep illegal salvaging operations on the down low. She won it in a drinking <br />
contest gods know where, she can't remember, but it's got some years on it and it was never meant to <br />
be pretty. She's outfitted it with some heavy weapons and upgraded the drive to give it more zip to <br />
get out of tight spots. Basically, it's now everything it wasn't, a little cramped, all-in-one with <br />
a hammock, a fridge, and a hotplate. She loves it, but she'll never let you know it till you scratch <br />
the paint...which is already peeling off. Currently she's parked it in South America in a large, <br />
undiscovered cave. Boulders made for a good garage door, and if that failed, the stealth is still <br />
on.<br><br>Once upon a time she considered relocating it, but without repairs and parts she can't <br />
get on Earth, there's no way Jar could ever get to orbit, making it seem like a moot point. Every <br />
several years or so she gets an itch to make the trip down, make sure Jar is okay, give her favorite <br />
cupholder some use for old time's sake, reminisce about bygones with the grounded mechanical beast, <br />
and pour a forty for her dead.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Dragonfang:'''</span><br />
<br>A short sword forged with a sapphirc steel blade and a hilt carved from the tooth of an extra<br />
-dimensional dragon. It is a famously powerful sword well known to Asgardians. At some point in <br />
Brünnhilde's self-exile, she entrusted the Dragonfang to Dr. Strange for safekeeping and has since <br />
yet to reclaim it. See Dragonfang's powers below: - Indestructible - Capable of cutting through <br />
mystical barriers - Enhances Melee Weapon Skill - Possession of the blade enhances melee skills <br />
across the board, not that Brünnhilde needs it, but in the hands of mortals with some or heavy <br />
combat skills, it can be very formidable - Recall - Like Thor's hammer, Dragonfang is bound to <br />
Brünnhilde in some way and will return to her hand when summoned. Hilt first. Hilt first.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Drinking Vessel:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is never without some sort of portable drinking vessel. While she'd prefer a good<br />
Asgardian drinking horn, she's settled for substitutes to try and marginally blend in. Be it some <br />
ancient looking growler (jug) slung from her shoulders to rest at her hip, or some flask she won <br />
from a fight in some weird corner of the galaxy.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Iron Spear:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde still has her ancient iron spear and she keeps it under her bed.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#228B22">'''Winged Steed:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde lost her steed Björn while battling against Hela in defense of Odin's dominion over<br />
Valhalla. She raised and trained him herself under the supervision of the royal Asgardian horse <br />
trainer. As such, she has a deep connection with her fallen steed. She has not sought to replace him <br />
since she went into self-exile.<br />
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<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Boozehound:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is a chronic godly alcoholic. She can down a jug of liquor in 3-4 seconds flat<br />
without even trying and walk right out the door. This gets in the way of healthy relationships and <br />
increases her isolation. It can also mean she might show up somewhat impaired and be at a <br />
disadvantage for a portion of the battle which really is a problem when facing numbers or a more <br />
dangerous foe.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Confidence Or Arrogance:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is actually one of those people who deserves to be arrogant, though she isn't, not<br />
outright. When she says she can slit a beast from end to end, you don't want to bet against her, but <br />
in the land of mortals, this divine confidence can put people on edge and she can come across as <br />
arrogant. Which, she kind of is.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Goes Her Own Way:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is going to do what she's going to do. She's stubborn, smart, and will only be<br />
swayed with airtight arguments. Only Brünnhilde can change Brünnhilde's direction in the end, even <br />
if someone else is giving the pitch. As such, she writes off a lot of people she considers fools. <br />
This naturally means that there are people she misunderstands or misjudges them too quickly in her <br />
haste to return to her status quo.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Martyr:'''</span><br />
<br>Brünnhilde is extreme and fatalistic. She will and has laid down her life for her beliefs and<br />
principles. She loves hard, lives hard, and falls hard, always in the service of others. If she <br />
wasn't such a martyr, she'd probably have had a much more peaceful life. As a leader, actually dying <br />
for your peers is probably one of the worst things you can do if you are still needed to lead on the <br />
battlefield, and the Valkyrior have given their lives to protect her (see Hela's rebellion in <br />
timeline).<br />
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Hero name = Valkyrie<br />
| Actor name = Katheryn Winnick<br />
| Theme = Marvel<br />
| Character Type = FC<br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=14427/Rainbows_In_The_Park&diff=22018
14427/Rainbows In The Park
2023-03-22T21:11:05Z
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|Date of Scene=2023/03/15<br />
|Location=Battery Park City<br />
|Synopsis=A chance meeting in Battery park leads to Karolina Dean and Julie Power taking a rainbow flight<br />
|Cast of Characters=1086,1804<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>The afternoon had been a little rainy, but as the early evening breaks, the sun breaks through the clouds, casting rainbows over the bay visible from Battery Park. Watching said rainbows from a bench is Julie, leaning back against the backrest, smiling some. The day before she had a beatdown with Klaw, and ending quite deafened. Today she was all good again, humming the music titled The Flesh Failures, but better known by the lyrics.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We starve, look at one another, short of breath<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking proudly in our winter coats<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wearing smells from laboratories<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Facing a dying nation<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of moving paper fantasy<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Listening for the new told lies<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With supreme visions of lonely tunes<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Greatness, who knows what stands in front of<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Silence tells me secretly<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Everything...<br><br>Yes, she's humming what everybody calls Let the Sunshine In.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Life is hard sometimes, even when you've technically got it all. Money, loving relationships, people that care. Even then, you can feel down and dfeated for no reason at all. Even if you don't really have brain chemistry to cause it. Sometimes the rain just falls too hard and it makes your heart ache. Sometimes you want to wallow in it.<br><br>This is what brought Karolina out. This sense of heart squeezing melancholy. She left a note for Nico and Molly, grabbed her raincoat and walked out. She's been walking since. Whether the rain slowed to a drizzle or was in a brief downpour, the former Runaway walked.<br><br>Thusly, she finds herself in Battery Park, lost in her own mind and looking like a drowned rat. So much in her own head, that she moves to walk past Julie without a flicker of recognition.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>Stretching on her seat on the bench, just as some actual rays of sun grace the park with illuminated spots, Julie starts to sing the refrain of the old song stuck in her head. "Let the sunshine... let the sunshine in..."<br>But for the fact that she actually is known to be a heroine from young age, she wears normal clothes fitting the weather, and gets up on her feet when Karolina is almost passed. "Hey, aren't you Karolina Dean?" she asks, offering a smile.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Karolina, when spoken to, stops suddenly. Her whole body jerks in surprise at being spoken to, and she looks at Julie. Honestly, Karolina looks like hell. The rainwater didn't do her hair any favors as it hangs down in dripping strings. Her face is wet, almost like she was crying, but that's hard to tell since it was raining. <br><br>She squints a little, almost seeming to recognize Julie. "That's me," she says, not at all her usual chipper self. "You're ... one of the Power Pack, right?"<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>Julie Power nods as she is recognized. "Indeed. Julie Power. Lightspeed, if you know the Power Pack, and you seem to do. Just... gosh, I loved that dress you wore on the dean foundatioun fundraiser. I wouldn't have thought to see you in the park to... look at rainbows?" she offers, searching her pocket a moment. "Do you need a hankerchief? The weather did bad things to your makeup..." she offers gently.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Karolina didn't even think about how ghastly her makeup must look. She looks away for a moment. "T-thanks," she says. "About the dress and the hanky," she says quietly. "I could ... just go. I didn't mean to bother you. I just don't feel very...rainbow today."<br><br>That earns a harsh bark of a laugh from her, and a shake of her head. She turns to go, but not very quickly.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>Julie offers a smile, but doesn't quite let Karolina go as she admits to not feel rainbowy. "It's ok. We all have bad days. I mean, I faced a lot. If you don't mind, I'd tag along, ok? I mean, really if you don't mind."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Karolina hesitates. A big part of her wants to be alone. To wallow and walk and, yes, cry by herself. Especially since she can't pinpoint -why- she feels this way. It's like the clouds of the day have enshrouded her heart and refuse to leave.<br><br>On the other hand, talking it out is always good, and it's sometimes easier to do with a stranger than a friend. Nico's busy with ... witch things, Molly's busy with school, and then there's just her. <br><br>"O-okay. Sure."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>Falling in line next to Karolina, Julie slowly will acompany her through the park, at first just silently and offering gentle smiles, but then she offers to talk. "Something going on? I mean, if you want to tell... Or if you want some help. Or just... icecream? Maybe... oh! Have you ever chased a rainbow? It's fun! I could take you to see what's out there at the edge of the rainbow or if we can catch it!"<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>"It's... Nothing is really going on," Karolina starts as they move through the park. "I just woke up today and felt sad. It happens to everybody, doesn't it?" She sighs, shaking her head. "My girlfriends are busy, and I didn't want to burden them with my ... issues, so I just took a walk in the rain." She smiles a little bit. 'It didn't make me feel better. Just cold and wet."<br><br>Lina tilts her head slightly. Her expression isn't suspicious, but a little questioning. "Why...why are you being so nice to me? We just met," she says. "And, well, chasing rainbows is fun, but I've never caught one."<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>Julie Power says, "Well, on one hand... you're seem to be a nice girl, and I care for nice people. Also, you look like you need something to cheer you up and I can help that. That's what heroes are for, right? Helping?" Julie offers in her answer, offering a hand to Karolina.<br><br>"With a car or something? If you're ok with it, I can give you a hand and show you the rainbow from above. Or maybe a glance up to above the clouds? They're low today.""<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Karolina looks at Julie's extended hand, smiling a bit mysteriously. "No, not with a car." She holds her own hand out, and a medical alert bracelet dangles from her wrist. "And I love to help people. It's fulfilling in ways I can't really describe."<br><br>She scrubs her eyes with one hand before reaching over to the clasp of her bracelet, looking upwards. She undoes the bracelet, tugging it off and stuffing it into her pocket. The change is immediate. Her hair steams, the water evaporating as her whole body shifts from looking human to luminescent bio plasma. In a near instant, Karolina floats inches off the ground, a living rainbow.<br><br>"Race you," she says before she rockets upwards.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>"It really is," Julie answers when Karolina mentions helping people, then looking at the medical bracelet. "Oh, do you have like..." she tries to find works to ask about what medical condition she might have, just before she takes it off to turn into a glowing corona of a rainbow to dart up.<br><br>"No way you get away with that!" She remarks after her before darting up with her telltale rainbow trail, attempting to catch Karolina.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Lina rockets upwards, but she holds her speed back just a little. She wants Julie to be able to catch up, and she's not sure if the other young lady is as fast as she is. For all she knows, Julie could be faster. Either way, she already feels better. Just transforming and flying has that effect.<br><br>"Try and keep up, Julie!" She laughs, a pure and genuine sound of joy. It's infectious.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:1086|Julie Power (1086)}} has posed:'''<br>Julie Power giggles as she speeds along, even pulling a few pirouettes and corkscrews around Karolina's starstreak trail with her rainbow one. Rainbows over the bay? Humbug, there's a literal rainbow lightshow over Battery park, inside the zone off-limits to helicopters and aircraft, making it even decently safe. "There's no way you can leave me in the dust." Julie claims, chuckling as she is darting along. "Just stay clear of the the speed of sound, to not break the windows."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1804|Karolina Dean (1804)}} has posed:'''<br>Lina can't help but giggle. Being herself, being free to fly and shine. She should have just done this in the first place. It always makes her feel better. <br><br>"Right, right," she calls back to Julie. "No breaking windows."<br><br>Still, she goes a little faster, shooting up into the clouds, passing through them until she bursts from the top, into the sun, in a wash of mist.<br> <br><br />
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14432/Pho Gotham Worries
2023-03-16T22:02:01Z
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|Date of Scene=2023/03/16<br />
|Location=Pho Gedda Bout It<br />
|Synopsis=The Furiae go to Gotham to talk some and try some Gotham noodles in a rare break from a mission.<br />
|Cast of Characters=729,947,196<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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{{Poses<br />
|Poses=:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>It seemed like a good idea at the time. At least, that is what Jemma keeps telling herself.<br><br>Well, with the Trisk being rather limited in terms of sights and atmosphere, the idea to actually go somewhere else, anywhere else really, to have some down time and just enjoy company seemed to be a good plan. Broaden the horizons. Take in some sights.<br><br>It did seem like a good idea at the time.<br><br>So, the customary texts were sent. And a location picked. Completely random. After all, how often do the trio really go to Gotham? And, while the sights may be a little less than thrilling, it certainly beats the bland walls of the Trisk. And atmosphere? Oh, Gotham is absolutely rotten with atmosphere.<br><br>Figuratively and nearly literally.<br><br>The Thai restaurant certainly has atmosphere. Even the monochromatic decor is a treat to behold. No idea on the food, but if it tastes half as good as the restaurant looks, they should be in for a treat.<br><br>"Is this okay? I don't usually get out beyond New York much, unless we are on a mission."<br><br>Yes...Jemma is a bit of a recluse, from time to time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:947|Jane Foster (947)}} has posed:'''<br>Noodles. Is that too much to ask for? Jane needs a bowlful of them for no reasons other than the calorie count would be welcome after a long, long week. <br><br>A long year. Maybe a long lifespan of un-living. <br><br>She throws back the delicious tea they offer as soon as they are seated, and the smile for Jemma burns with luminous intensity: "You realize I'll eat anywhere as long as the company is good. You're both all I need here." <br><br>Facts, all in all. <br><br>She nonetheless gives a gentle nudge to Jemma to encourage her all the same, shucking her camel-hued trenchcoat over her arm. Today she's dressed in a French style; blue stripes, slim jeans, enviably unaging. Only because the clock stopped.<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>When in Gotham? Be a Gothamite.<br><br>Maybe that's why Daisy is arriving with a ball cap on her head. The logo? The Gotham Sirens. Admittedly perhaps a touch dangerous to be waving such around but if they are the Furiae aren't the Sirens the Gotham Furiae? .... Sort of? As for the rest of her clothing, jeans, a sweat shirt. A nice leather jacket. She almost doesn't look like a tourist.<br><br>"Ooooh yea, it's Pho Gotham time..." She rubs her hands together and nudges Jemma with an elbow when she asks if the place is ok. "It's great! Think we need a bit of this after all the ..., dark elves in our lives." she frowns a bit.<br><br>"This isn't where you brought Fitz, is it?" innocent question there. Not loaded at all.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>With both Jane and Daisy nudging, Jemma takes the hint. Yes, this place is just fine. "Okay, okay! I get the hint!" The tone is amusement, at the very least. Jemma is not offended at all at the physical prompting from the two of them. "It is that usually Daisy does the food selections. This was more trusting in the internet search engines to find something...and you know how easy it is to manipulate an algorithm."<br><br>And, despite the innocence of the question from Daisy, Jemma shoots her a smirk and a shake of the head. "One, I know what you are doing, Ms Johnson. And two, you know Fitz is a creature of habit. It would have been New York, if anywhere." Not to mention that it wasn't Jemma suggesting a place last time...but Fitz. But that's something that didn't need to be mentioned.<br><br>In the trio go, to locate a table. "Dark elves. Genetic bombs. Multiple reasons to step away for at least a moment or two."<br> <br><br />
<br />
:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>The cap comes off when they are properly inside the restaurant now, Daisy running her hand through her hair and letting out a sigh. "If it was up to him it would had been a meal in the Lab tent..." she grumbles briefly and then just shrugs ever-so-innocently when Jemma mentions she knows what Daisy is doing. Then a faint smile.<br><br>"Or three." She admits with a sigh, spinning the ball cap on a finger while they find a place to sit. When they finally do she relaxes a little. "Of course that you went and chose Gotham..." beat, "And what can go wrong in Gotham and having quiet dinners?"<br><br>Everything, if one believes the vigilante per capita ratio in this city!<br><br>"You should had brought Blackagar, Jane."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, yes. There is the criminal element, isn't there?"<br><br>It really seems that Jemma didn't consider that part of the equation at all. She seems...rather non-plussed by the whole notion of a supervillian walking through the door or something similar. "I mean, I doubt there isn't anything that we three could not handle. I mean, considering the specific set of abilities between the three of us, I sincerely doubt that we would have much trouble at all."<br><br>An observant person, such as Jane and Daisy both are, would note that Jemma did not exclude herself in that particular commentary. It would seem that Jemma is getting more and more comfortable to the concept of a (somewhat) super-powered biochemist. Not that Jemma talks a lot about that aspect at all.<br><br>Like, never.<br><br>"Oh, though Blackagar would have been delightful. It might have convinced Fitz to leave his security tent." A parting shot to her lab partner? Of course....all the more easier when the statement is true.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:947|Jane Foster (947)}} has posed:'''<br>Jane checks her phone briefly when the screen pings and demands a reply or two. Nothing like monitoring her social media channels, though someone typically has that role on her support team. Nothing like verifying a response and getting a secondary line of support to ensure that she doesn't mess up in public. <br><br>Her hands lace together after slip-sliding the phone into her back pocket. "Sorry about that, I hate the interruptions, but sometimes work pops up unexpectedly." <br><br> Gotham is too much of an intriguing place not to admire though, the promise of soup and noodles too delicious not to turn down. Her voice rises in a laugh. "I should have. He enjoys our cuisine and exploring more of it. It would be a good option, given I pulled him away from work on a semi-permanent basis. So the more opportunities the better, as far as getting out goes." <br><br> She smiles despite herself, brushing her dark hair off her face. Daisy may be teasing and she receives that positively enough, unable to resist tugging gently on her necklace. "The next dark elf I see, I may slap out of habit. That makes me a terrible person. Can Fitz draw up something for us that just stops them from being awful? You know he'd be up for the challenge." <br><br> She skims over the menu, laughing under her breath.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"And what do we say to work?" This Daisy asks of Jane. Sorta rhetorically to be honest because she answers it right after, "Not today!" a beat, "Or at least not the next hour..." she sighs. One hour lunch breaks? Sounds about right. But Daisy is going to make the most of it. But the talk about Blackagar gets a grin going, "Jane. You have a mission, get me to see Blackagar wearing an apron. Or cooking. A picture would do. But would prefer live..."<br><br>Maybe she is working on some blackmail towards the Inhuman King! Max would love it for his campaign ...<br><br>As for the dark elves. "That's just their nature. Though the one we saved seemed .., sort of ok. A bit of a prick, but he had a cat so he gets a pass." she says with a raise of her shoulders.<br><br>That talk from Jemma certainly doesn't go unnoticed so Daisy leans forward on the table, elbows on it. "How are you adjusting to your powers? Any side-effects? Have you felt much difference ..? Besides the obvious.." some concern in her tone. Because considering the problems she had with her own powers it's only natural she worries.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:729|Jemma Simmons (729)}} has posed:'''<br>The powers question gets answered first. "Actually, adjusting rather well, considering. It really is rather subtle, the biokinesis. I didn't notice it in the beginning because, well, it is manipulation of biochemical elements. Which, really, is what I normally do anyways. Though, in retrospect, I could have been more cognizant of it, since my research did proceed easier than expected for certain aspects. I was altering chemical bonds on a subconscious level and the change was minute enough to where it did not tax my physiology. It was only after I realized what was happening and began to test limits that I noticed the tether between the size of the reaction and the drain to my own body."<br><br>Way to go, Daisy. Getting Jemma to wax scientific on what was supposed to be a casual lunch. It is only after a moment of silence does Jemma realize she is talking too much shop and clears her throat. "Hmm, yes, well, we shouldn't worry about that now, should we?"<br><br>Classic redirection of conversation from Jemma. Back to the dark elf issue. "A dark elf that is 'sort of okay?'" Jemma even does the air quotes for effect. "Are you just giving him a pass because of the cat?" Because, knowing Daisy, that is exactly the reasoning. "I mean, if a cat can tolerate him, then I suppose that would be the litmus test for tolerability. We all know the finnicky nature of the standard housecat."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:947|Jane Foster (947)}} has posed:'''<br>"Not today," Jane replies, though the issue is that her heart really doesn't believe that. Work, then again, defines her and probably chases her around by the tail. No point in telling them she's literally doing it /right/ now. Emma Frost would have a fit seeing all those echoes coming and going. <br><br>"You could just come over for dinner, the pair of you, and your better self. You do realize he and I have lived together long enough that the kitchen is essentially his domain?" <br><br> Because why interrupt success when the man clearly excels in smoking, grilling, baking, boiling, and not setting things on fire? Yes, lots of blackmail beyond the cryo pod hidden in the palace and the Genetic Council losing its very mind over her existence and influence. Max, bad! <br><br> Notice Max hasn't questioned her while she holds That Hammer. Maybe that needs to happen. <br><br>"It's beyond their nature, Daisy. I am certainly well aware of the way the majority think. I've /been/..." No more to be said there. Of course she's been among them, she was aboard a certain ship and also pillaging minds. "I care not to experience the hatred in that hive mind, for while Ms. Zatarra spared me from the worst, I still ended up stuck in the foul poison of it. Try to scrub myself clean." She glances at Jemma hopefully. A diversion! <br><br>"The cat is the mastermind," she adds. But talking science still remains relevant. "You do know where your limits lie when you are making those incremental adjustments, I hope? Have you pushed yourself too far?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Fingerguns Jemma's way. "Exactly!" Daisy grins, "If the cat tolerates him then it means he's not -too- bad. But Jane's right that it goes beyond nature. They have that connection of minds, a network where they share and talk between themselves. It's fascinating but also very, very disturbing..." she admits with a slow shake of her head.<br><br>"Yes." This said at Jane when she speaks of going chez Jane for dinner. "I will even bring Matt. Make it happen. Next week?" plans are already being made apparently.<br><br>"And Jemma your mission, if you choose to accept it, will be to drag Fitz along too. This tape will self-destruct in 5 seconds..." quoting Mission Impossible? Daisy is such a nerd.<br><br>Jemma talking about all those details about her powers would be sleep-inducing for a less worried Daisy, but in this case she absorbs it, even nods. And Jane's question seems to be what's in her mind too. "It's important to know your limits. Or do you want us to get some limiting gauntlets strapped on your hands too?" like they did to Daisy!<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=14425/Two_O%27Neils_and_a_clownette_walk_into_a_room&diff=21956
14425/Two O'Neils and a clownette walk into a room
2023-03-15T19:15:07Z
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|Location=April and Harley's Apartment.<br />
|Synopsis=Harley is practicing her coaching methods for roller derby with April and Terry comes in with NEWS. Time for some hardcore training for the roller derby team in the TITANS TOWER.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>It's another lovely Wednesday in New York City, or at least, April assumes it is. She doesn't hear any lasers down the street, no giant robots stomping around. Hasn't seen a ninja in weeks. Sure, normally that wouldn't mean anything, because _ninja_. But they tend to try to kidnap her right away, so... no ninjas. By process of elimination.<br><br>And so April is enjoying this fine day. By staying inside wearing a faded and oversized New York Rangers jersey and a pair of yellow and black striped knee socks as she sprawls back on the living room couch, eyes focused on her tablet, finger idly scrolling.<br><br>Twitter. It must be, given the rhythm of scroll scroll... siiiiiiigh. Scroll. Scroll.<br><br>She's not really doomscrolling because that implies she's reading her feed. She's just scrolling and letting the words slide by. "I should turn on the TV. Watch a movie."<br><br>She says it out loud without thinking, because she's just... not thinking really. She's up and out of bed, but not really paying attention to... well, anything. It's one of those lazy Wednesdays.<br><br>But how long can April being lazy /really/ last?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Lazy Wednesdays are the best. Just lounging at home, not doin' anything. Maybe watch a re-run of some old movie! Harley has been hinting that it's time for a Goonies re-run soon so that might be on menu sometime soon!<br><br>Yet speaking of the clownette. She has been unusually quiet this morning. Where even is she? Is she inside her room? The door is closed which means that maybe, just maybe April will have a quiet, lazy Wednesday for a change.<br><br>...<br><br>A shrill whistle that seems right out of the army is suddenly heard from within the confines of Harley's room! "ALRIGHT, YOU MAGGOTS!" who is Harley talking to? "Line up! Chests up, asses out. Give me your meanest look...!" all this with that Brooklyn accent! "Yea, that's right..."<br><br>Was that whip crack?<br><br>Exploration might reveal what is the clownette standing in front of a full-body mirror, dressed in shorty-shorts of a black color, white striped shirt and a cap on her head. A very coach style! There's a whip on her hand and the two hyenas are sitting behind Harley, watching.<br><br>Wait, Harley has a full-body mirror in her room!?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April's curiosity is always getting her into trouble. Yes, usually it's that aforementioned ninja kidnapping. Or drug runner kidnapping, or... there's a lot of would-be kidnapping.<br><br>Harley shrilly whistling and... cracking a whip? That's /far/ more interesting than ninjas.<br><br>Also possibly more dangerous. But... who /is/ she yelling at?<br><br>That bedroom door slowwwwwly opens as April tries to pry it open to peek without interrupting her roommate. She breathes a little sigh of relief. Bud and Lou are not in the line of... fire? Line of whip? ...Wait, Harley /does/ have a full-body mirror! April keeps checking her outfits in /her/ room via selfies! ...Yes. That is why so many selfies. Totally.<br><br>"Uhhhh... Haaaaarley? Are you... okay?" She presses her lips into a thin line, doing some math. Coach outfit. Whistle. Whip.<br><br>"...I don't think the team is... motivated by whipping? I mean, that's /got/ to be distracting..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:339|Terry O'Neil (339)}} has posed:'''<br>Curiosity is an O'Neil trait. As is getting into trouble. Since getting laid off from The Daily Planet due to the liability of having a publicly-known superhero on staff, Terry hasn't had a lot of things to occupy him outside of the superhero world. He commands a comfortable income from trading chocolate with Kian's people every month, so the Chehsire has had plenty of time to give loose rein to his curiosity in his idle time.<br><br>This spells trouble.<br><br>The Cheshire cat perches on the fire escape, a few steps up from Harley's window. He is a gentleman, so he always asks if someone is decent before breaking and enter-- coming through a window (ths does not appy to criminals, who are never decent), but this time he stops dead in his tracks before calling out, because the sound of *whips* comes out of Harley's window.<br><br>And April's voice.<br><br>The Cheshire cat stops, raises his eyebrows, and whispers "... well, it was bound to happen sooner or later!" he says, and remains frozen outside-- afraid to move lest he be heard, but also afraid of hearing what may come next.<br><br>What to do? What to do?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>Do you know what happens when you interrupt a clownette in the middle of her training? "April, you slacker! Get in line! I have seen you skipping on the roller derby practice matches, but no moouh!" because Harley is a METHOD ACTOR.<br><br>Whip-crack!<br><br>She has turned to look at April now, hand on a hip, eyes turning to the whip. She frowns a little. "Fine!" and tosses it away. Of course that the hyenas jump over and snatch it, biting and fighting with one another as they play with their new toy. So much for discipline! But then again the clownette's fury is now on April.<br><br>"But I have decided we awhe goin' to be takin' this seriously from now on. You are supposed to be the ace!" she points at April. "So we gonna make those hips something to die foh.."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>Her cousin arriving on the fire escape would normally be the peak of April's curiosity. Or at the very least, those finely honed reporter's instincts would notice him, surely! Surely. But then, she's rather distracted, isn't she?<br><br>She sure is! Because she's recoiling from that expert whipcrack, "Ahh! What line?! I'm the only one here!!" Not that it stops her from shuffling and practically dancing further into Harley's room, trying to not knock anything over.<br><br>And then Harley's tossing the whip aside and... "Bud! Lou! That's not... well... it _is_ leather..." She frowns thoughtfully. It's probably fine, right?<br><br>April's mouth falls open, "I... my hips are fine! Like /fiiiiiiiine/!!" She puts on her best 'April heard some construction worker catcall this at her last week' tone for that extended fine.<br><br>"Besides! I don't think distracting hips is a winning strategy for roller derby! I mean, that's not a team effort! It's all about _teamwork_!!"<br><br>Oh, how she'd give anything for a sudden distraction right now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:339|Terry O'Neil (339)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh, look, it's Distraction O'Neil. Having heard enough to realize he is not accidentally stumbling into a Letter To The Editor moment, the Cheshire pokes his head through the window.<br><br>"The hips don't lie, Harls, and Ape has the fine O'Neil features which are the envy of all who survey them- present company excepted." <br><br>He slips through the window and lands on the floor, in a crouch, before straightening up. "I thought I heard whipping going on- Harls, are you trying to elbow in on Catwoman's turf? You know she doesn't like competition!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, I do a lot moouh than just elbowin' when I meet up with Catwoman...." And yes, Harley has that kind of devilish, mischievous smile that tells a lot. And at the same time tells nothing! But hol' up..., a new challenger appears?!<br><br>"What is this? A O'Neil gathering?! Are you gunning for my coaching spot?" She points a finger accusingly at Terry and hmphs. "I will let you know I won't go down without a fight!" she jests, then pause, "But anyways, we are talkin' roller derby. That you are supposed to be helpin' with! I need a cheerleading team ready..." is she saying Terry will be part of the cheerleaders?<br><br>"But I have got a plan to put the team in shape..." She rubs her hands together, "And it's gonna involve the Titans.." oh no. "We will talk later Terry. You know, to keep the SURPRISE."<br><br>Then back to April. She inspects the hips, "So you sayin' you are ready for the big leagues..?" she asks. Such a loaded question!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April's eyebrows perk... that devilish grin and glint of eyes has April so /very/ skeptical... because it's so obvious, but... is it obvious obvious, or tricky obvious?<br><br>And then April's nearly jumping as Terry peeks in the window, "Ahhh! Terry! You're... we... have a door!" She glowers, "Or do you /normally/ hang out on the fire escape?"<br><br>Her eyes glint. Two can play the suggestive eye glimmer game, Harley! April's just not as good at it.<br><br>Her eyebrows perk and she hums out, "Oh! Is Terry supposed to cheerlead? I've still got pompoms in my closet and a matchin- ...and an outfit!"<br><br>Those hips cock as Harley focuses on them again and rolls her eyes, "Hey, I'm ready for anything, Harls. You can't scare me!"<br><br>That's a lie. Harley can totally scare her, but April has this habit of leaping /towards/ danger when her brain should tell her to stop.<br><br>It'll be fine. How bad can it get? It's just roller derby! ...And training with the Titans? ...Well, there's probably nothing in the rule books about not training with super heroes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:339|Terry O'Neil (339)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, cheerleading? I am ON it, girl!" the cheshire laughs and stratches, "I've got short shorts just for the role! But I wanted to talk to you about that, actually! You see, I told Jinx about the roller derby team and we thought it might be a cool idea to bring the team over to the Tower and have a game at the Danger--er, Training Room!"<br><br>He gives April a wink, "C'mon, cousin, the only difference between a window and a door is size. And we all know that size doesn't matter!" <br><br>"But- you could have the training there, and Ape can get a proper tour of the tower, too. Since she is usually too busy being a hot shot action reporter to come and visit her poor, unemployed cousin who is a victim of the media's bias against superheroes!" he winks at April.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>How much of it is true? Is Harley just a looney or there's trickery genius under all the silliness? She just eyebrow waggles at April at the skeptical look but the clownette doesn't throw the game away.<br><br>At least not about Catwoman! Because Terry goes and spills out his beans about the Danger Room training! "OMG, Terry!" hands flail up above her head. "Now she knoooowssssss..." there goes the surprise! Harley dramatically sighs and places the back of her hand atop her forehead. "I had this whole moment prepared about dropping this BOMB on the team in training but now ....? I know April, she's gonna spill the deets to the rest of the team.."<br><br>But then Terry is accepting to cheerlead so Harley's mood improves instantly. Nothing like being mercurial about your moods. "Then we are set, I want you theah when we go to the Tower, Terry! And dressed appropriately."<br><br>"But anyway, yes. My big plan is to bring us ovah to the tower to train. Last year we got our ass kicked by the Tenderloin district but no moouh. 2023 is the year of the Queens!" Brooklyn Queens, that is.<br><br>"Of course we still need a few moouh players ..., I think Ivy might be in. Theah's April, and I will convince Jinx. There's this kid I saw in Gotham that shows some potential too, sorta like a secret weapon. She doesn't talk though which is perfect.." she's starting to get a bit carried away but then catches herself.<br><br>And looks at the O'Neils. "You know, why don't you guys get a joint podcast going, or a news reporting team? The O'Neil News or somethin' like that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April just _deadpan_ stares at Terry, lips pressed in a thin line, eyebrow quirking ever so slightly. "Oh. Do /we/ know that?"<br><br>She groans as there's mention of a 'Danger Room', "That's... I mean, okay, that definitely sounds like a name for a room Harley would want to do Roller Derby Bootcamp in. But... like... how dangerous _is_ this room?"<br><br>Eyes track back and forth between cheshire and harlequin, clearly doing calculus... are they in cahoots? Probably. Almost certainly. Because it's such a fun word. Cahooooooots.<br><br>Eyes lock on Harley though, "Wait, dressed appropriately? Or he should be dressed /cheerleader/ appropriately? There's a difference. We can't let him slide and charm his way out of making sure he does the right one!"<br><br>She blinks, one eyebrow lifting... Harley always knows the most interesting Gotham people. And one who doesn't talk? Very interesting. That ol' newshound itch is acting up. Buuut... well, she'll let Harley make the introductions. At the DANGER ROOM... why does she keep imagining a heavy guitar riff?<br><br>Eyes lock on Terry again and April's grinning /oh/ so wide. Cheshire wide? Maybe not quite. "Oh! You should totally team up with me on a podcast! Or like... Youtube react channel? Those have cooled off, so like, if we do a /new/ one, there'll be tons of lapsed viewers to nab up!"<br><br>She huffs and rolls her eyes, "Maybe I just don't visit because I don't want my poor super heroic cousin and his friends inconvenienced by ninjas! I'm /so nice/!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:339|Terry O'Neil (339)}} has posed:'''<br>"Don't worry, Ape- the Danger Room is only as dangerous as you want the program to be. We can simulate a perfectly normal roller derby rink. And yes, Cheerleader appropriate. Short shorts, tank top and pompoms. I'm not shy!" He grins and puts his hands on his hips, "Heck, for one whole summer I wore a modified version of my super suit that was basically short shorts and a tank top so I wouldn't die from heat exhaustion because of all the fur."<br><br>The Cheshire sticks his tongue out at April. "Bah, we have ninjas on the team too, you know. Besides, you should bring the guys up to visit the tower sometime. You know I think Mikey is absolutely adorable- he'd experience Nirvana just looking at Vic and Gar's gaming setup. And then he'd probably video game duel them for, like, three days. But... a podcast..." he strokes his chin, raising his eyebrows.<br><br>"You know. That has possibilities... I do still want to do the expose on Arkham asylum by going undercover as an inmate under an assumed identity..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>They are totally in cahoots. Like big time. Chaos meets chaos! Really, nothing will go wrong.<br><br>"It's Terry." This said in response to him being dressed appropriately. And it really should answer all there's to answer about how .., 'appropriate' he will be dressed as. "Better start dustin' off those pompons, April, he gonna use 'em. Besides, it's a good excuse for me to see you in yoh maid outfit, Apes.." hol' up.<br><br>That Terry wants to go in as an inmate has Harley staring at him. Is she going to tell him it's a bad idea? "I know a few ways in, and out?" she tells him in a stage-whisper. "Really, that place is like a revolvin' doouh if you know the way around it.."<br><br>Her grin is then turned on April, "And relax, April. We will be trainin' in the Titans Towah!" big wide grin. "Nothing will go wrong."<br><br>Something will definitely go wrong!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:548|April O'Neil (548)}} has posed:'''<br>April's eyebrows perk, and once more she's giving that deadpan stare to Terry. But it's more of a 'Do you really want to set it to how dangerous I'd take it?' stare. But then she sighs... oh, it can do a /normal/ roller rink. No flamethrowers and spike platforms then. Regulation roller derby.<br><br>April groans out and shakes her head, "I do /not/ think going undercover at Arkham is a good idea! I mean, a bunch of lunatics attacked it like two weeks ago and broke out Bane and Killer Croc!"<br><br>She heartens for a moment... Harley's face! Considering that /insane/ undercover Arkham plan, she'll... encourage Terry and basically tell him there's secret ways in and out? Grooooooan.<br><br>"See? Harley thinks it's a good idea, and... I mean..." She sighs and slumps, "I can clean up in my t-shirt just fine too... I see your scheme here, Harley... besides, shouldn't I wait until after we do our training? What if my hips aren't good enough?"<br><br>She /glares/... is she going to hold a grudge about Harls saying her hips need to get in shape? Probably. As long as it's fun to hold onto.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:339|Terry O'Neil (339)}} has posed:'''<br>"I mean, we an talk about that idea later!" Vorpal says, clearly not deterred, "But we need to organize this training, stat. I may just be the team mascot, but I'm invested in seeing my bestie get revenge on the Tenders. And my cousin get her hips up to regulation standard," he says, grinning mischievously, "Besides, Ape, we are investigators. You already get your fair share of kidnapping attempts, so why should I lag behind? I have the O'neil reputation to uphold, you know."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:43|Harley Quinn (43)}} has posed:'''<br>"Then it's settled!" Harley exclaims, "Training at the tower, and preparing Terry to invade Arkham..." it's like she isn't even listening to April! Harley finally notices what Bud and Lou are doing to the whip. "Hey, that's not a chew toy...!" she wanders over to shoo them off from the poor whip that's now dented and bitten on. Poor thing...<br><br>She picks it up. "Oh well, our next Only Fans video won't be able to have whips, Apes..." dramatic little sigh.<br><br>"Now you all go do something important, like lunch! Because it might be lazy Wednesday but this clownette needs to be fed..!" the nerve on this Harley.<br> <br><br />
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https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=14356/Tell_me_what_troubles_you&diff=21924
14356/Tell me what troubles you
2023-03-14T12:00:30Z
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One hallway in the Triskelion looks like any other hallway for the most part. So few things are different from one white and metal hallway compared to aonther white and metal hallway. Though this particular one the young Agent Aaron knows a little more than most others. He walks down its length with an easy step, wearing that black uniform though his helmet is off and tucked under his arm.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As he strolls he casually holds a small white piece of paper with little black emojis on it. Stickers of some kind as he casually undoes the backing while he strolls. Until he reaches his objective. He turns, then casually slaps a small ':P' emoji in the white space under the room number for this particular office. That done he pockets the stickers and then lifts a hand to rap his knuckles on the closed door.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a moment he pushes a hand through his hair, adjusts his grip on his helmet. Then waits.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Yes. Daisy has an office. If one can imagine such a thing! But with her increased responsibilities it also means she needs a space of her own to .., you know, handle bureaucracy, or whatever people do in their offices.<br><br>Right now though? Daisy is eating, because if there's a second breakfast there should be a second lunch too. It's only fair. Besides, she barely has time to go anywhere. "Come in." mouth full voice. And when the door opens there she is.<br><br>"Hello, Alexander." she gestures to a chair, "Sit." she offers, "What brings you to my parlor today?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hey." Alexander says at first in greeting as he shuffles inside.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She can read from his body language something's preying on his thoughts. Like it was those years ago back in Happy Harbor where she was playing the role of a guidance counserlor, now it was rather similar. Oh the setting had changed, the circumstances as well. But one can almost see the echoes of that past as he stepped in and smiled a little. "Agent Johnson." His lip twists, likely knowing that she prefers the use of her first name.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So..." He says as he walks across that small distance, then pulls out one of those chairs opposite her, settling into it. "There's this thing I should probably bring to your attention. It is a thing that doesn't require action. Not yet at least. And it might not even be a thing. But could be a thing." He says in that entirely too easy-going way of his.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>Eyeroll follows suit at being called Agent Johnson but Daisy doesn't correct Alex, just gesturing at the seat and then resuming the important tasks she was doing. Food. She even leans back on her chair some but at least she's candid enough to not put a food up on the table. Gotta be an example.<br><br>"Okkkaaaayyyy..." For a moment Daisy thinks this will lead to more reports but then she arches a brow as Alexander sorta tiptoes around the issue. Sounds personal. And she voices just that, "Sounds personal." her tone gaining a more serious demeanor to it.<br><br>"Tell me about this thing that could be but isn't." She then suggests, "Shall I call it the schrodinger thing? Since we don't know if it's something yet or not?" she smirks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Indeed, the thing either is or is not, but can only be determined when it is directly witnessed and the wave funciton is collapsed." Alexander offers in casual reply, his smile a little distant but then warm. He tilts his head to the side, those pale hazel eyes meeting hers as he looks thoughtful for a time.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"So. You know my father. He is doing the mortal thing. He does construction work. And he was voted to be a union rep a few times. Right?" He waits the oh so brief moment to get a nod or some indication he should continue, likely when she's in the middle of chowing down even more.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he does so.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, when you do enough union work for a time in Manhattan and Jersey you can sometimes come to the attention of... guys with crooked noses and violin cases and things like that, right?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Construction work? Union?" At least Daisy has already swallowed that particular piece of food so there's no choking at that. Ares on construction? "Think you forgot to mention it last time we spoke." another smirk. But she knows Alex doesn't like talking too much about family. She almost literally had to pry some of it out of the young man when she was still at Happy Harbor!<br><br>"Criminal families? Uffff..., Kingpin?" She knows a bit about the underbelly of Manhattan with living in Hell's Kitchen now and helping a certain blind vigilante. She makes a face, perhaps imagining Ares to be getting ready for a bloodbath.<br><br>"This sounds like it's more an actual thing than something you aren't too sure may blow up." A small frown, "What's going on, Alexander?" her tone now more direct.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Alexander laughs a little, "It's in my file..." Then his eyes lift a little, "At least I think it's in my file. But yeah. Construction work." Though it's fair, he often doesn't speak a lot about his family. Not exactly a high point in his esteem he feels.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thens he suggests the Kingpin might be involved and he shakes his head, "I don't know. I mean, I don't think so?" He sits up a little in his chair, not resting against the back, though he does pull his left leg into his lap, resting his hands on the ankle thoughtfully. Almost like a yoga posture. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But the gist of it is that while doing his job, my dad ran afoul some people supposedly from the Maggia." He lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "Something to do with them wanting to run a real estate scam. He said nah, and they got annoyed. The scam fell through and it cost them a bit of money. So now..."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looks to the side and ponders, then looks back. "They've sent some death threats to him anonymously. To the union. Local #427." He uncurls a hand toward her, "So it's a thing that he's dealing with. But... how it could become a thing for me, and thus through me to you. Is that he's getting a bodyguard. The board won't budge on it. Something to do with taking a strong stance against organized crime and legal ramifications if they don't."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Which has him smile, "So like, under normal circumstances, hilarious. He doesn't want to lose his identity as John Aaron so... he has to play along." Then he takes a deep breath. "Thing is they made threats against his family too. Which might mean at some point..." He lets her fill in the gap there.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:196|Daisy Johnson (196)}} has posed:'''<br>"Not since last time I looked at it." Daisy points out about the file. There are some secrets that even SHIELD doesn't know. Or maybe it's a clearance. And that makes her narrow her eyes. Maybe she will have to do some hacking. But first things first! Liks listening to Alexander talk about those problems. Her eyebrows arch the further Alex speaks of it. "Ok, for a moment I thought he was going to spill blood through the streets..., but that would ruin his cover." she agrees.<br><br>Still, it's a lot. A bodyguard for Ares though? That just makes her snicker. "They are going ..., to have a bodyguard to a freakin' God..?" it just doesn't evolve to a full on laugh because she knows something more is coming. Alex wouldn't be here to tell her a good joke like if this if there wasn't a catch.<br><br>And what a catch.<br><br>"A bodyguard for you?" She frowns. "Well, this changes things." she leaning forward, food set aside, "We don't really like civillians prowling about. And let's not forget the Secret Warriors. Emphasis on the Secret part." she thinks on it, already pondering on solutions. "We could get someone undercover as a bodyguard to be hired. Or .., we go deal with these maggia. What angles are you looking into so far?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:488|Alexander Aaron (488)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Daisy gets that light in her eyes and he hears the ghost of a snicker he uncurls a hand to her, "Exactly, it's... pretty great. I'm imagining either like, some gung ho guy from the marines trying to talk down to him or something." But Alex takes a breath and grins a little, "So yeah. That I think isn't that big of a deal, but I think it'll be... interesting."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when she gets to the point of asking about a bodyguard for him he nods at her slowly as he points at her. "Yeah, exactly. I mean, I think they have no idea what I've been up to the last few years. I imagine their records say I'm still in college." He tilts his head to the side, "So they don't have an idea about the SHIELD thing."<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The young man pushes a hand through his ragged mop of blond hair and then he sets his helmet aside on the seat next to him. "I'm going to try and work the investigative angle, see if this is even really a thing. But if I do end up with a bodyguard is it worth the expense to try and infiltrate someone into whatever agency they hire?" He rubs the back of his neck, "Might have more luck creating a fake company with one of our people as the operative. Charge the board the same price and tell them we prefer to work with this other group who is willing to do it? But I don't know."<br> <br><br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Sunny_Harlow&diff=21919
Sunny Harlow
2023-03-11T17:24:17Z
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|NameOnMUSH=Sunny Harlow<br />
|banner name=Indestructibelle<br />
|Char_id=4415<br />
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|Img=https://i.imgur.com/MBJNVsp.jpeg<br />
|FullName=Sunny Harlow<br />
|Gender=Female<br />
|Superalias=Indestructibelle<br />
|Species=Viltrumite<br />
|Theme=Original<br />
|Chartype=OC<br />
|Occupation=Student/Waitress<br />
|Citizenship=U.S. Citizen<br />
|Residence=New York City<br />
|Education=College Sophmore<br />
|Groups=<br />
|Quote="So...how do people come up with a catch phrase?"<br />
|PAge=19<br />
|AAge=19<br />
|DOB=14 May 2003<br />
|Height=5'8"<br />
|Weight=135<br />
|Hair=Blonde<br />
|Eyes=Blue<br />
|Actor=TBD<br />
|Song=TBD<br />
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|Profile=An optimistic and bright young woman who discovered her alien heritage, Sunny is trying to find herself and do her best as both a debuting heroine and a young woman.<br />
|History=<br />
<span style="color:#009999">'''Timeline:'''</span><br />
<br>2003: Sunny is born to a viltrumite couple, a pure-born child to the militaristic species, after one of her parents was killed by a superior, the surviving parent flees to deep space and eventually stumbles upon Earth. Observing humans for a time she is eventually given to a young couple to be cared for, the parents told the child was a gift from the stars and introducing themself as 'The Viltrumite' before fleeing the planet. <br><br>2004: Despite her strange origin, Sunny seems to be a perfectly normal child, exhibiting no powers or strange natures. Anatomically and functionally she seems refreshingly normal to the point her adoptive parents may well wonder if her alien origin had been a hoax, especially with Omni-man having arrived on earth the year before. <br><br>2007-2018: Sunny has a relatively normal life, growing up a bright and happy girl who attends school, gets decent grades and aside from being beautiful she seems perfectly human...right up until a day out of the blue where things just went...weird. Moving to toss her phone onto her desk after a long day at school, she accidently threw the device -through- the drywall. No life or death, simply the stress of being a teenage girl. At first taken for a freak accident, her parents would come home to find her lifting the couch above her head. With this expression of strength they would finally reveal the truth to her. A story that seemed insane to her...were it not for the fact that she was already showing superhuman abilities. <br><br>2018-Early 2022: Having sought to learn more about Viltrumites, Sunny discovers Omni-man and his story of his homeworld. Excited to discover this story and eager to live up to this ideal of benevolent heroes from a far off world, Sunny wished to practice and develop her control of her powers, lest she accidentally maim someone. Finally confident, the young woman decides to venture out and begin as a hero, fighting crime and saving lives. <br><br>2022-Current: Debuting during a building fire in which she flew through the flames and carried people savely to the ground, protecting others from the heat and even catching falling rubble, the world is introduced to 'Indestructibelle'!<br />
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<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Bright:'''</span><br />
<br>Sunny is, fittingly for her namesake, generally a bright and happy person. Friendly and having come from a positive upbringing she has a very positive outlook and approach! The sort of girl that would absolutely approach a nervous new arrival in a group and welcome them warmly.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#1f75FE">'''Idealistic:'''</span><br />
<br>Having grown up in a loving, supportive and positive environment, Sunny has a very idealistic view of the world and a clear view of right and wrong. Boltered by her discovery of Viltrum and their apparent benevelent nature, history and mission to protect Earth have left her quite naturally the sort to try and put others first and make the 'right' decision like a true heroine, even at the cost of herself.<br />
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<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Flight and Speed:'''</span><br />
<br>As a Viltrumite, Sunny is capable of flight. With her powers still developing, she is currently capable of exceeding the speed of sound in the atmosphere, and much faster speeds in a vacuum. Her reflexes are amped up far beyond those normal humans, allowing her to navigate and respond at great speed. <br><br>Despite this flight coming from seemingly sheer force of will, forces of wind resistance and acceleration do act on her, meaning she could not simply snatch someone directly out of the air while flying at full speed to a dead stop without -breaking- that individual.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Hardiness:'''</span><br />
<br>Though her powers are only starting to develop, as a Viltrumite Sunny can withstand an astounding amount of damage and ultimately survive, but they can still be hurt. Human force blows and bullets do not phase her, and being run over by a car would at worst just knock him about or crumple around her. Heavy caliber weapons definitely sting and Artillery or explosions would still throw her about. Of course and the most intense explosions or high-end super strength may injure her outright. <br><br>Like others of her species Sunny is largely unaffected by cold and other extreme temperatures, even the vacuum of space. Regular fires cause her no harm, but extremely intense heat or lasers could cause pain or damage. At present Sunny still needs to breathe somewhat, though she can hold her breath long enough to spend just under a day in the vacuum of space without any supporting equipment. <br><br>Unknown to Sunny Viltrumite lifespans run thousands of years, and her aging will eventually slow down to leave her in her physical prime for millenia. She also heals more rapidly than humans do. Nothing like Wolverine's healing factor, but she can recover from injuries in a fraction of the time of humans and with medical care could even make a full recovery from injuries that would be permanently disasterous for a human being.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Super Strength:'''</span><br />
<br>At her current level of developed abilities Sunny can lift about 35 tons with ease, with the possibility of more in great need by pushing her limits. Sunny's punches hit hard enough to send even many super opponents flying and take deliberate consideration to hold herself back from accidently injuring foes that aren't more durable than a normal human.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#8a14ff">'''Viltrumite Physiology:'''</span><br />
<br>Sunny is the offspring of two Viltrumites, rendering her 'Pure' or 'Full blooded'. Viltrumites possess strength and flight comparable to Kryptonians, however their powers take time to grow. Much like a muscle, they strengthen with use and with every limit pushed or trauma endured. Sunny's powers just emerged and she herself has not yet had to push her limits to any extremes thus, she is currently weak by Viltrumite standards, but still far beyond the abilities of a human being.<br />
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<span style="color:#00CED1">'''Modern Girl:'''</span><br />
<br>Sunny has a set of skills native to a modern teenage girl familiarity with technology, phones, computers, the internet, and various apps. She's relatively popular enough due to her likeable nature and is even a varsity cheerleader (ironically enough as a flyer, but that's likely for the best lest she might have accidently hurled another cheerleader into the sky while working her powers out!)<br />
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<span style="color:#228B22">'''Family:'''</span><br />
<br>Sunny doesn't have millions of dollars or alien technology, what she does have however, is a supportive extended family. While this has been the main source of her values, it's also a valuable resource for a young woman trying to find her way both as a 'human' and a heroine. At the very least, they're a place to retreat to, vent and have a home cooked meal!<br />
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<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Klaxus Plant:'''</span><br />
<br>Completely unknown to the Earth-raised Sunny, there is a species known as the Klaxus plant that can be found on other planets that can poison and weaken even full-strength Viltrumites enough to leave them vulnerable to attack, as viciously as kryptonite might affect a Kryptonian.<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Viltrum Heritage:'''</span><br />
<br>Sunny has grown up as a human, only finding out about her true origins from her adoptive parents when her abilties manifested. All she knows of Viltrumites is simply what Omni-Man shared with the world before he disappeared and she has no means of knowing the accuracy of these claims. <br><br>While Sunny is strong by Earth standards and her species could potentially rival some of the stronger species in the universe, Viltrumite powers take time to grow to those levels and often require temendous strain (and even near death) to accelerate their growth. Being both young and having grown up without ever encountering anything that pushed those limits or caused her serious harm before deciding to become a heroine. Put simply, she's lagging behind!<br><br><br />
<span style="color:#EE204D">'''Viltrumite Equalibrium:'''</span><br />
<br>Sunny has the same weaknesses as the rest of her species: a particularly well-developed inner ears related to their ability to control their flight. This can leave them vulnerable to sonic attacks at specific frequencies, causing tremendous pain and disorientation.<br />
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Hobb
https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=14362/The_Hunter_becomes_the_Hunted&diff=21895
14362/The Hunter becomes the Hunted
2023-03-10T00:30:58Z
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|Location=5D - Gwen's Greenwich Loft<br />
|Synopsis=Gwen investigates Peter's disappearance from her life and gets more than she bargained for.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>It was supposed to have been the perfect birthday but then it turned into the worst nightmare.<br><br>Peter leaving without saying a word, then never coming back home. It didn't help that any attempts of communication had been rebuffed so Gwen was at a loss. Had she done something? It's almost as if it was a different man. But he was Peter, wasn't he?<br><br>Just a day ago Gwen was reading on the paper about Spider-Man, on how he had sent Paste Pot Pete to the hospital. Very unlike him. Sure, there was always violence when fighting the bad guys, even for a friendly neighborhood Spider. But those injuries had been brutal. What was going on?<br><br>She had to investigate and by a stroke of good luck she had overheard a talk of someone coming by Wong's store that her cousin had witnessed Spider-Man fighting a few nights back. The night before his birthday. On a alley not far from their place.<br><br>It merited investigation.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>It had taken a few days to calibrate the strength right. That first fight against that glue guy was a bit unnerving, seeing just how much strength this body possessed. The next few proved to be similar, with him continuing to dial down the strength until he eventually found himself not requiring hospitalization of this opponents.<br><br>But he had to focus on it, _all the time_. He was starting to get a newfound respect for the Spider, with so many things to pay attention to during each fight. It was starting to make sense, and he understood that perhaps there was a reason why the Spider acted the way he did. Perhaps he was not weak, so much as...unwilling to allow his strength to be seen.<br><br>Either way, he had become more comfortable in this new body. He had decided not to go back to the love den he had woken up in, and when he had left in his eagerness to wear the suit, he left the wallet and ID back there. Not knowing where the Spider lived, he had to retreat back to his own home. Which was not the worst thing in the world, as it let him check in on his real body from time to time.<br><br>Now, he was perched on a streetlamp, waiting until he heard the telltale sound of a scream echoing down an alleyway.<br><br>"Time to go to work." He swings off towards the darkness.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Night time. The Ghost Spider suit had been donned and Gwen swings down the side of a building that leads to the particular alley where Spider-man had been seen on that fateful night. Sure, it was like searching for a needle on a haystack but Gwen was a good junior investigator. She had learned from her father back in her universe. It felt almost like a lifetime ago...<br><br>Of course that she also cheated with that perfect spatial awareness of hers so when she lands atop a low building that leads directly to that alley she takes note of it all. The dumpsters, the poor lighting. Perfect place to lie in waiting and assault someone.<br><br>*thwip*<br><br>She shoots a web across and then lowers herself to the ground, masked head turning here and there. And if she was a no-good villain where would she lie in waiting? There... She walks to where she believes the robbery took place, near a pair of dumpsters.<br><br>Something catches her attention she leans over between the dumpsters. "What's this...?" picking up a small capsule. A bullet of some kind? No, it seems a bit different...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>The mugger didn't know what hit him. Literally. It took one punch from the descending Spider-man to send him toward the wall, and he bounced off it with a sickening thump. Well, sickening to his would-be victim, who looked at her savior and then turn and ran, screaming louder than she had to summon him.<br><br>He glances over at the mugger and frowns. His body was twisted in an odd way. Thinking back, he had not thought about the momentum his punch would have coming out of a full swing. He may have hit him harder than he hit that sticky guy. Oh well.<br><br>He takes a moment to reflect upon that, wondering what he should do with the robber. Unaware that two blocks away, Ghost Spider was investigating the tranquilizer capsule that he had used to bag his greatest trophy a few nights earlier - the Spider himself.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen has to squeeze between those dumpsters to reach the capsule. Good thing she's nimble as she is. But then she is turning the capsule around between her fingertips. Is there something on it? Considering the smear being left on her white suit glove it seems like it. She brings it to her nose to sniff. A grimace as her sharp senses take it in. Some kind of drug. Sleeping agent? That's a lot more sophisticated than what normal thugs would use.<br><br>And not like Peter would use this either.<br><br>It's one more thing to add to the mystery. But what else can she find..? Her head cocks up at something. Did her danger sense just flare up? A scream? No, but....<br><br>Something catches her attention, still hanging high near a lamppost but behind it so to stay mostly in the dark. She shoots a web at it and pulls it down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>At the end of the day, the mugger is just a mugger. He leaves him there in the puddle (although it had not rained in days) and fires a strand of webbing to launch himself back into the sky. No doubt the woman who ran screaming would bring the cops back to arrest the thug anyway, and talk about how well the Spider saved her.<br><br>He starts swinging along in search of something else to do, some other criminal to fight. He had a few more hours to play with before he intended to return home, so he would see what kind of help he could be to the city along the way.<br><br>He feels a bit of a tingle on the back of his neck, and he realizes that he is swinging over the alleyway where he trapped the Spider. A bit of nostalgia, perhaps?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>A camera.<br><br>No, not just a camera. THE camera. This was the camera Gwen gifted Peter, the one he brought with him to use. She hadn't thought about that since that day but it was weird that it wasn't there anymore, because Peter had left pretty much everything else in the apartment. And he hadn't even been by Aunt May.<br><br>Eyes are wide under her mask and her breathing catches on her throat. What's going on here? She turns it over, turning on the digital screen. The screen lights up and she starts thumbing through a few. There's a couple they took in their suits and posing to the camera and then ....<br><br>Pictures of the alley. A fight with some thugs, all good.<br><br>She thumbs to the next picture, showing Spider-Man stumbling...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>Why did the hair on the back of his neck keep standing up?<br><br>The Spider swings along and towards the alleyway, and that's when he sees her - Ghost Spider. One of Spider-man's frequent teammates. He tries to twist back in the direction he came, but his momentum is too great. Maybe the Spider would have been able to pull it off, but not in this form. Already twisting about in order to try to do so, he ends up pulling up short on his swing, and ends up doing the exact opposite of what he intended.<br><br>With a bit of a flip, the Spider sticks the landing on the edge of the roof, just overlooking where Ghost Spider is.<br><br>No way she doesn't notice him, so he may as well pretend that was what he wanted.<br><br>"Hello there."<br><br>How likely is it that the Ghost Spider knows the man beneath the mask well enough to detect a difference?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Why does Ghost Spider have a camera in her hands? And why is she at that same alley that Spider-Man was when captured? She is thumbing on the screen, her eyes down on the screen. So intent on what she is seeing that it's as if for a moment she hadn't noticed Spidey landing on the rooftop nearby.<br><br>Didn't she have the same kind of capabilities as Spider-Man?<br><br>The camera gets turned off. Put away. She looks up to directly stare at the figure up on the roof. She is silent for a few, just watching. The mannerisms. The differences. Could she had been so blind?<br><br>"Hello." She finally says, her tone sounding ..., off. It's not a greeting between friends, but isn't this Spider-Man's girl? Or wasn't it the same girl that was with Peter the other day?<br><br>Silence abates on the alleyway.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>He may not know much, but he knows that that response is not really consistent with what he suspected of the Spider's partnership with Ghost Spider. Was it something about how he was standing? Was she suspicious? Or was she just very professional and business-like by nature. It could be that. No reason to be paranoid.<br><br>He momentarily curses himself for not having spent more time researching the Spider's friends and allies. He had spent all of his attention on watching video of the Spider at work. Was this a partner? A sidekick? A romantic partner?<br><br>Was this the girl from the love nest??<br><br>His eyes move towards her neck, wondering if he can see the outlines of that charm that that girl wore beneath the distractingly tight uniform she is wearing.<br><br>"Got anything good?" he asks, nodding towards the camera.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>Gwen knows much, and she certainly knows that Spider-Man's greeting was NOWHERE near consistent to what it should be with her. It was Gwen after all. They knew each other for ages, they have laughed, loved, fought together and in a way Peter knows Gwen better than anyone, in the same way Gwen knows Peter. And this man?<br><br>That's not Peter Parker.<br><br>Gwen isn't wanting to toss the game but there's little clues that a hunter can pick up on. The more guarded stance. The way those shoulders tense. All little things that Gwen most likely doesn't even know she is doing.<br><br>"A few." her voice laced with some stress, "Been hearing about some of your accomplishments in the news. Seems you are bringing it to the criminals of New York.."<br><br>She shifts her posture and ..., is that something under her skin-tight suit close to her neck? Could it be a necklace? Or just a wrinkle on the fabric?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:172|Peter Parker (172)}} has posed:'''<br>She knows. Or suspects, at least. <br><br>The Hunter considers the girl before him. He does not need to see her face - he is almost certain she is the Spider's bedroom mate. And super hero partner both. It makes sense. Any chance he had of convincing her of who he was left the moment he greeted her the way he did. Her entire posture is on guard, despite familiarity with the man. And the mask. Which means there is only way to handle this. <br><br>Well, two ways. He was not about to kill her. That would be a waste.<br><br>"I've been thinking a lot about things, lately. About who I am, about what being Spider-man means." He takes a moment to consider. This is a gamble. If he is wrong, then the charade may be over. And he may have to take out this Ghost Spider. But if he is right - not only will this free him of obligation, it may evoke enough of a response to cover up any eccentricities in his behavior. He cannot be close to one who knows the Spider without giving himself away. So he needs distance.<br><br>"I need to be better. Stronger. To give the city what it needs." He reaches up with his fingers to slip out the necklace from around his neck, the one that matches what _must_ lie beneath the girl's costume. "And I can't do that when my focus is on anything else." They curl around the charm and he pulls it from his neck, the quick sound of the chain snapping punctuating the near silence of the alleyway.<br><br>"I'm sorry. But this city needs Spider-man more than I need you." He tosses the charm and the chain towards Ghost Spider, and casts a web line into the distance to swing away before the necklace can even cross the distance to where she is standing.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:40|Gwen Stacy (40)}} has posed:'''<br>No matter how much she suspects or even knows there is no denying that's Peter's voice. With his powers. Telling her he needs to focus on becoming better. It's easy to dismiss it as being a ploy from one of his enemies but how could it be possible? Mind control? And this Peter knows about the necklaces.<br><br>How much they mean to them.<br><br>So doubt creeps in. Maybe she was creating these scenarios in her head in which Peter is gone because he has been controlled or who knows what happened to him while the truth may be just this. That he wants to take a new step in his life. She hesitates just enough in her adamant belief that Peter wouldn't just leave like this to let all her doubts insidiously creep in, take over, break her inside.<br><br>The hand takes the thrown necklace. More by instinct than anything else. She doesn't go in pursuit of Spider-Man. Instead she stares down at the broken necklace.<br><br>And grips the camera tighter in her hand.<br> <br><br />
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14296/An assassin, a cat and a mage walk into a sanctum
2023-03-01T21:37:25Z
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|Date of Scene=2023/03/01<br />
|Location=Sanctum Sanctorum<br />
|Synopsis=Strange offers some insight to what happened with June's body swap with Tigra. A trip to the Avengers is scheduled.<br />
|Cast of Characters=283,2947,179<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>"As I told you before, you may want to be on your best behavior." Elektra is talking with what seems to be .., TIGRA?! And they are walking towards the Sanctum Santorum.<br><br>The assassin is sporting a pair of leather pants today, a jacket and scarf around her neck because it's chilly these days in New York. Dark hair is left loose and her hands are currently inside her pockets.<br><br>"But maybe having you be a newt would be a good change of pace.." Bit of a smirk on Elektra's expression there as they get to the front steps leading to the fabled Sanctum Santorum. The Wizard's Home.<br><br>Some of her expression drops when she sees the front. Memories of a past she has been wanting to forget associated to this house. She frowns some and then knocks at the door. Twice. The gall of some people.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2947|June Connor (2947)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;June's body is Tigra's, and while Tigra may run around in a bikini, June opted for sweat pants and a hoody when she left the Avenger's mansion, emblazoned with the same group's logo. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Right right, because he's stuffy like you," she anticipates. She looks up at the Sanctum. She eyes the doors with an arched left brow. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I'm not sure why I let you talk me into this," she comments.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>For most people, the unique edifice that is the Sanctum Santorum is no big deal. Situated in Greenwich Village, hundreds of people walk by it every day and most of them don't even bat an eye as they do so. It could be the whole New York attitude of 'don't wanna know, don't care to know', which would work perfectly well. However, for the Sanctum itself, there just might be an increased premonition to 'not care.' Perhaps it is a sort of vibe it gives off, purposely to ward off all except those that truly want to inquire of the resident within.<br><br>Or, hey, could just be haunted. And no one wants to mess with ghosts. At least, that's what the locals think.<br><br>Regardless, as the two approach the front door, they will notice that there is a definite shift. People seem to subconsciously walk around...avoiding the front door the pair find themselves in front of. Even with Elektra's persistent knocking, no one really seems to notice. All the more peculiar when the door decides to open after the second knock, allowing access in freely.<br><br>"Please, come in."<br><br>The voice, heard clearly, is most certainly that of Doctor Strange. However, he stands at the base of the stairs, a good 15 feet away or so, and yet the voice was heard as if he was standing right next to the two visitors. "Forgive the slight delay in response. I was not expecting visitors." Those grey eyes of Strange's watch on expectedly, as both Elektra and what appears to be Greer pass over the threshold just enough to allow the door to close...on its own.<br><br>"Ms. Natchios. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>Elektra is used to the theatrics. In fact she had enough of those when she joined the Infinity Watch way back when. Of course that the memories she has of -that- time aren't the most pleasant but she won't be delving into that just now. Instead she prefers to roll her eyes. First at June and those doubts, and then at Stephen and his ventriloquism tricks (not that she actually eyerolls at Stephen. She knows better).<br><br>But it's *felt*!<br><br>The assassin walks in and when the door closes behind them there's a dip of her head at Stephen, "Doctor Strange." some measure of respect to her tone. Probably respect June's hasn't seen Elektra using with other people in the past. "Been a while.." she says, casting a look around the hall a moment. "I am looking for your expertise.."<br><br>A look to June, "But first I should let the person with me introduce herself." wait, isn't that just Tigra the Avenger?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2947|June Connor (2947)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;June looks a little startled when Strange appears. She was looking close for him based on the voice, and when he appears much farther away than anticipated, Tigra's finger points, <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Okay, see? Creepy as hell, how did you meet this guy anyway?" The theatrics have a pretty distinct impression on her, and it doesn't look like she has any qualms about voicing it. She regards him as if he is some kind of ghost. "I'm uh, complicated," she says, looking very apprehensive as if she is having second thoughts about talking to the Sorceror Supreme about this particular strangeness in her life. Perhaps a little late now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh, the eyeroll is felt. Does Stephen care? Not in the slightest. In fact, he seems somewhat amused by the whole situation. At least he is in a good mood. That should be good to see.<br><br>As for the visitor in Tigra's visage...well, Strange doesn't seem all that perturbed by her reaction, either. Though, he does bother to speak directly to June. "Aren't we all?"<br><br>All what? Complicated, of course.<br><br>Yet, creepy or not, Stephen remains amiable. "Well, you did walk into the home of a known sorcerer. While I do not have the long white beard and other such stereotypical aspects of a wizened individual, I felt a little parlor trick was warranted."<br><br>A pause. "Besides, it was amusing." Yes, Strange is coming with the jokes today.<br><br>"Now, would you like to tell me what brings you here? Or shall I employ other tricks of the trade to divine your purpose. Trust me, it will be easier if you just tell me."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>That June makes it hard just has Elektra look at her with that kind of expression Stephen would recognize anywhere. The look of a master disappointed with their ward. Which .., Elektra actually has a student? And is it Tigra of all people? Something clearly isn't right here.<br><br>"This is June." She says, making her way further inside the hallway, "She has been studying under me for over a year now. The problem is that June is not Tigra, nor an Avenger. And whatever happened here made her wake up in the body of one." she explains, the tone in Elektra's voice skeptical. She believes in magic for sure but ..., this seems to go beyond her normal understanding.<br><br>"She swears she has done nothing, that she woke up in this body. We need to figure out what is going on." the corner of her mouth quirking up in a small smirk.<br><br>"And so I thought talking with the strongest sorcerer I know would be the best." nothing wrong with a little ego stroking to get into Stephen's good graces.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2947|June Connor (2947)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;June sags her shoulders and tilts her head back up at the ceiling like a child at the insistence of the sorceror. "Ugh!" she groans. Definitely not Tigra mannerisms. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stuffs her hands into the pockets of the hoody, stretching on it. "Yeah, and it really wasn't my fault," she says, anticipating blame coming her way despite the explanation of what she had told Elektra and what had already been repeated. "So like, I don't know where the real Tigra is, or where the real -my body- is, I figure she gots mine if I gots hers, y'know? I'm also gonna say it was probably her fault."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>Oh...that look from Elektra to June. That was priceless. And the way June is reacting to Stephen's request? Just that alone is enough for Stephen to know that Elektra has her work cut out for her with her choice of student.<br><br>All that and Stephen smiles just a little bit more. But, at least he has the common sense to not laugh....yet.<br><br>The sorcerer then speaks. "Yes. I had a suspicion that this wasn't Ms. Grant." Of course Stephen knows who Tigra is. It would have made it so much easier if he just said that. "And, regarding the short time we have had now, even that was enough to signify that your ward here, Elektra, was certainly not an Avenger." Meaning that Stephen purposely asked to be sure, rather than leaping to a conclusion.<br><br>"If I didn't know any better, I would say that someone has been watching one too many Disney movies. Though I do prefer the originals to the somewhat recent remakes." Shades of Freaky Friday.<br><br>Now that the information is out, Stephen gets down to business. He actually bothers to move forward, closing the distance between the duo and him. "Forgive the questioning, but I am only seeking to attempt to understand. You, June, say that you did nothing? Just woke up this way with no explanation? Are you sure that nothing prompted this?" The sorcerer does not mean to be blunt. It is just merely an effort to get all the details. "In my experience, nothing just happens for no reason. There is usually some outlying reason. You might not have done anything, nor Tigra herself, but someone did. Perhaps if you can tell me when, if not the why...."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>Elektra folds her arms together and rests her shoulder against a wall while June goes with her own choice of theatrics about this whole situation. Though all in all it isn't as bad as she might had anticipated. On a good way to not being turned into a newt! The assassin listens to the talk between them and then nods slowly.<br><br>"Not this morning.." She interjects, "It's been a few days ago already. But June forgot to come over and actually tell me about it. I am sure she must have a lot of stories about Avenger Mansion though..."<br><br>"All she told me was she was sleeping and then woke up in a stranger's body." She looking between them, "But go ahead, fill in the details." she tells June.<br><br>Story time! Or June story time in this case.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2947|June Connor (2947)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The comment that June is certainly not an Avenger causes a narrowing of the eyes, and June starts to make an F posture with her lower lip in retaliation, but then thinks better of it. Should probably not cuss the Sorceror Supreme. Very hard for her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah, I mean, I guess someone probably did it," she says. "There was this crazy dream, right? Like, a dream I got pulled into from another dream?" She looks quizzically at Elektra. "That doesn't make sense, does it?" she says, and looks back to Strange. "Anyway, something...a lady that could fly, a bunch o'superheroes." She tries to remember more. "I dunno, it was batshit like most dreams. I remember a bunch of weird green men? Some kinda whirlpool or somethin'..." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She suddenly points at Elektra, then at Stephen. "Oh yeah, I do have stories. How come Avenger's got like million dollar pools and crazy shit like that?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>Foul language in front of Stephen! Perish the thought! Though, honestly, the good Doctor probably doesn't care one way or another. It is just the observation he had. Tigra isn't petulant. That was the point.<br><br>Oh...June does have some information. "A dream. Where you were pulled in from another dream. That sounds like a shared experience." The head tilts in contemplation. "Did you see Tigra in this dream within a dream? Perhaps you recognize some other heroes? If this happened to you, it is perfectly feasible that it happened to others as well. Though, please do not feel like you have to remember. Dreams and the Astral Realm in particular is a rather nebulous concept. I would be more surprised if you have perfect recall of all events within this dream."<br><br>Then....the question of pools. Yes, off-topic, but Stephen offers an answer, nonetheless. "You do realize that Tony Stark is an Avenger, yes? Billionaire. And there are others that are just as financially blessed." Yeah, get people with money on a team and things happen. Says the person with a three story mansion in the middle of Greenwich Village.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>"Mmmm..." Elektra eloquently shares at what June explains, eyeing her pupil for a few further moments in silence. "You hadn't told me about these dreams. You may have become involved in someone else's battle." she suggests, mouth jerking to the side in thought.<br><br>For some reason Elektra takes it rather seriously. She knows how deadly dreams can be.<br><br>And of coursethat she pipes in about pools. "You never complained about the infinity pool at the penthouse.." now she is amused.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2947|June Connor (2947)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yeah but you never pretended to be all altruistic, helpin' the down and out and what," June points out to Elektra. She nods, as if the pool had proved her point somehow, whatever that point may actually be, probably isn't the purpose of the visit. "I don't remember for sure," June says. I guess probably? The Hulk was there, he kinda stands out. Other than that, I'm not sure, lots of people? Why the hell I wound up there is beyond me. Big question is, do I stay this way? Like, forever?" she asks, it doesn't sound like she necessarily wants 'no' for an answer.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>"So, it is possible that this is not just an isolated incident for you, but, rather, others experienced the same sort of body swap. It seems as though it was a consciousness transference. Your astral selves may have been pulled to this one dream, then when it was dispersed, the consciousness was mis-directed." It all sounds like it is completely plausible, the way that Strange is phrasing it. Like it happens all the time.<br><br>Which, of course, it does not.<br><br>Is it permanent? Strange's answer may not please June. "No. It is not a good idea to cross consciousnesses like this. It could be permanent, should one really strive to try. However, in my experience, this is repairable. Though, it won't be easy."<br><br>Will Strange elaborate? A little, though it is still not very clear. "The best solution is to determine the exact cause how. And the extent. That is going to take some time, since, as you said, it was just not you and Tigra involved, but others as well. This can be corrected, but not immediately."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:283|Elektra Natchios (283)}} has posed:'''<br>They are finally getting somewhere so Elektra dislodges herself from the wall she had perched against, "Hulk. Tigra." she considers a moment, "All Avengers." she looks Stephen over, "Like you, are you not? Yet if you weren't aware of this.." she ponders a couple of seconds more, ".. who else would have the power to do such a thing in your group?"<br><br>"Or it could be an enemy but it doesn't seem as if anyone's been alerted to this. Didn't you just stroll around the Avengers mansion and not get caught?" this to June, then letting out a sigh.<br><br>"I can't just go over to the Tower and ask unfortunately." You know, international assassin. Probably a few outstanding warrants for her. Details.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2947|June Connor (2947)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Of course not," June sighs. "You're gonna tell me to go talk to the rest of the Avengers, I can just feel it," she says, strain in her voice, she pivots in a circle inspecifically. "Oh shit, and I slapped Steve Rogers on the ass," she winces. She didn't expect to have to answer for that one. That's kind of like having multiple warrants out for her. "I guess I can go...ask them if that's happened to anyone else? This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:179|Stephen Strange (179)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well..."<br><br>Stephen offers a somewhat sympathetic look to June. "Contrary to what your mentor said, I am not an Avenger. Though, I do know of some on an individual basis." A glance over to Elektra is given, then back to June. "I could certainly go with you, if you truly felt uncomfortable with the aspect. Maybe it will provide some weight to the situation. It would, also, allow me the opportunity to see what may have happened. Still, it is your call. I can look into what I can here, without alerting the Avengers."<br><br>A shrug is given. "But....it *would* be of benefit to ask around. It is up to you."<br> <br><br />
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