Fandom Avengers RP

[Silver Tongue]

Extended exclusively to the following:


@Eli


@StarrieSky


@Allina Auburn


@Deadkool


@cooljavis007 (pending)


@Johnny R McAvery


@Valorie


@Sebastian M.


@Pink Gorilla


@Hannah4Smiles


If there's anything else required to be put here, feel free to tell me.

 

[Johnny R McAvery]

Just so you know in the future if you use the: @ symbol followed by the username you can tag the people. It took me a while to get a grasp on the concept.

 

[Silver Tongue]

All there but alone within the night he had proceeded walking with each step longer with want. When he searched the above it drifted from what he was aware of, for he did not know what lay beyond his darkness's deluge. His fixed armor stretched from green and gold, earthly serpents laced and engraved into his upper arm, obscured leather boots tracing the land they hit in intervals. With each following step it took him, his preferred role fit him more with ease. A king, lost as it was, but born into a relentless tyrant, never again to be shamed for what it was in the past. Loki, after gaining himself back and into his very own rushing hand, had shaken his source back to his service. His face, long with inching exhaustion, oozed with sweat, and gone from awareness. His eyes, bleak, torn in hunger, blue in energizing color; they watched the world in front of him as he went. His black slick hair, twitching feebly in the iota of what breeze flew past, peaked from underneath his regal, golden helmet, the helmet that held that delicately drawn increments of design. Stopping for nothing-- nothing but win and gain, the sheer reward of self-renovation, a novel taste of what lynched in wistfulness for puissance. He wanted it all, for him, for justice, for the world-- his world. Loki's hands remained clammy and malfunctioning as they clutched the fabric at his sides. Determined at best was his expression, a filthy smirk overriding his countenance as he recollected the occasion.


After escaping the helicarrier he was now able to succeed in his quests, away from all barriers that choked his passage. The Avengers lost in their fight, and who knew what their second attempt might resolve in? All it took was a little improvising, a trick or two. It was so rewarding, so dramatically satiating as it left no thirst to return there. He had needed not to. They were made to fall from victory. Overachieving, was this perpetrator, or simply looking to solve a problem and to reach some height he was not aiming toward? The night failed to assist in his thoughts, only there to accompany him in his recruit travels. To brighten comprehension, it occurred to him they would again set out to track him. The glow across his mouth dimmed and loosened into that dooming emotion, a heart killing frown once more leveled out. He knew he was lost, but could not he continue running from what he couldn't see? Lacking power.





The sound of an upcoming nuisance, similar to that of a drone, racked onto his ears. An innermost force contracted and withered his right of self, suddenly, and paused to impede a gouging opposition within Loki's head, making him pause from motion. His head thrashed, another twist, and jerked from his conscious, recreating an ambiguous void. His body sank from tension, his teeth clenching together as his eyebrows furrowed in warped attentiveness. When his eyes shut, the brevity of another being walked into the corridors of his mind. Ach...ach...


Self-renovation, where is it if I can find it? 'Gaining something else'...you throw a revolting bitterness at me...


As if hinged onto a trance he listened instinctively to the voice among him, the voice so grim in passion, awake in gradual pieces, itself singled out as it stood by itself with iniquity. Loki stopped himself from rash response, instead impressing the other as though he were an equal, a comrade. He did impress, and rationally, his own voice calm in its sole respect. "I don't wish to undermine you."





It was enough to leave an internal wish, Loki thought in silent rumination. He beamed a sly one as he thought, immersed in his own imaginations. Who was better than he, if he was the only one in control of himself? Light danced among the beds of clouds that hovered near aloft, illuminated only by the full moon pulling free from what had forgotten it. Loki kept his smile in place and quirked an eyebrow toward the midnight as if he knew it by heart. And by heart, it meant that he waited for most of his ailing life. His dark green cloak whirled silently behind him as the mild wind continued to pass, and he let a disheartening exhale remove him from his worries, and into dreaded desolation. Solitude. The wind tried to speak to him but in his solid corner's mind he seemed to brush it away, through both indifference and incompetence. He lowered his head as he recalled the lonely-like features waltzing in the center point of another day's silence. Incapable. Of anything he took heed to. Controlling him as if to remind this wound deep in him to behave, to believe accordingly. However this purse dwelled so deep within his quakes of a memory that he longed to forget what he never planned. His hands weakened and dropped from holding the sides of his fabric, gone extremely cold in their injustice. They clenched together in tight fists, shaking. How could I?


Be one with who you are not.





The voice, that took it upon him to self-indulge in wishes not yet met but desired indispensably, croaked for the nth time, horrifying but rather over-exaggerated in actuality. He heard it unwind. He was sure he did. His sulk straightened out and his head lifted from lowness. His eyes expanded slightly. Who I am not. A grin re-emerged, stretching his cheeks, soon his teeth showing with a lucid certainty, but with carefulness so as to not injure what happiness lay beyond him.


"No one."





The moon hesitated as it drowned behind more approaching clouds, Loki's smile slimly drenched in sweat and tears, the eerie of night becoming sturdier and sturdier in noise and vibration, the king's fallen handle back into his grasp should he ever need it again.

 

[Misuki Tatsumi]

The female hid in a shade of a corner inside her victims house,holding a gun she fixed it to the back of her unsuspecting victims head..she made the male see his greatest desire..which was being a rich man living in Las Vegas...but sadly that wouldn't happen,she shot him without emotion. Alice blew the smoke off of her gun and she snuck out and back into the creeping alleyway in which she hid in. "Such a pity,He didn't get his dream." She said as she dissapeared off into the shadows. Without another trace.