Fandom MARVEL: The Imperative Annihilation [Roleplay - S1 - Open]

[Booperboy]

MARVEL
Season 1: The Imperative Annihilation


New York, United States of America
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New York City. "The City that never sleeps" as most refer to it. And today, that stood true. It had just turned 11:45 am and there was already a report of a hostage situation. The Governor's daughter had been kidnapped and taken to an abandoned building. Multiple squad cars were tailing the assailants and had tracked them to the building, all ready creating a perimeter and waiting for S.W.A.T. before they move in. All the while, a bank robbery at CHASE bank was in progress. The guard on-duty reported that there were seven men, all dressed in black, carrying AR-15s, and then his comms went dark. The operator assumed he had been shot and urged all available units to rendezvous at the bank. And while to most this may have seem like an unlikely coincidence, the plot is deeper than originally believed.

 

[Scion]

The reports of the kidnapping of New York's Governor was a sad day for Albany, the seat from which they ruled, and possibly the rest of New York. But for New York City, it was a crime that while sure it got media attention, it was just another crime in the cesspool of a city that had such astounding crime-rates others refused to believe the rest of the world even had crime. While many heroes would probably shoot at the chance to get their identity out there by responding to this call, many would find themselves focused on other issues.

And this would be the case for that cherub of lucha libre, Carlos Ramirez Hernandez, who was currently at the Ruddy Mast.

The Ruddy Mast was a dive bar styled like an Irish Pub which had opened up for business for the day after a brief closing time for mopping up the vomit, blood and the variety of broken glasses and pool-sticks which always ended a late night/early morning of drinking. It had a rich history dating back at least ten years, a veritable miraculous time in the restaurant industry where most places close down after simply one to two years. Inside these hallowed halls were many pool tables, stools which made a consistent squeaking noise and were not very comfortable to sit in, tables which would never stay up completely straight, and a hodgepodge of filthy and grime that covered various antiques of Irish Heritage.

With that said, outsiders would find it a mystery why people would even come here. To answer that, the booze was cheap and pretty decent, and while the food was greasy and overpriced it at least went okay with the booze. Then of course the Ruddy Mast proudly served both low level heroes and villains, while operating on a strict 'no talking about costumed vigilantism or criminal acts'.

Near one of the static-y televisions which was playing a soccer game, was a booth filled with a group of Hispanic seniors who were smoking cigars and drinking some pints, one of whom had the small Carlos eagerly eying upwards towards the man.

"Granpa can you tell me the story again, the one with you in the Texas Death Match?"

"Sure Chac- ¡AY DIOS MIOS! ¡CAGO EN LA LECHE DE TU MADRE RAYMUNDO! HOW DO YOU LET THAT SLIDE BY!?" howled out the grandfather while glaring at the screen which was showing in slow motion how the soccer ball just whizzed by the goalie's hands. Today was certainly going to be a great bonding day with Carlos and his Grandfather and gang.

 

[RI.a]

torunn

Location: Avengers Facility -> NYC |
With: James ( Booperboy ), Azari ( DatGuyWelbz ) |
Mentions: -

Upstate New York - Avengers Facility - 1130 hrs

A broadsword flew through the air, shattering faceless holographic figures that swarmed the dark virtual room. Sounds effects of contact made by a flurry of fists, kicks and throws sounded around the center before an empty hand shot through the space in front of her. The sword stopped in its' trajectory and flew backwards until the hilt was snug in its owner's hands. Torunn swung the sword like it was an extension of her arm, causing currents of lightning as she spun it around her as if she was merely dancing. The circle of figures shattered into cubic pixels one by one and she finally stopped when the last one burst. A sigh escaped her lips, flipping her long blonde locks as she started walking towards the exit. Before she could make it, sounds of footsteps rushed towards her but she merely flicked her weapon towards the source. An unsatisfying shatter sounded soon after... and a loud smash. "Oh shit..." Torunn whipped her head around, finding her sword edged into a fake boulder, sparks of light flickered around it before the whole room turned. LED screens covered every surface.

"Torunn! Seriously? Again?" An agent stormed in, a scowl on his face. The girl quickly summoned her trusty weapon back again, before apologising with a sheepish grin, "Sorry! Well, this wouldn't happen if it wasn't fake." A lousy excuse.

"This wouldn't happen again if you took it seriously!

"Ok, ok. I apologised. I'll make it up to you. Somehow..." She shrugged and made a run for it before he could nag her again.

Avengers Facility - 1145 hrs

Torunn was leisurely strolling through the corridor, wondering what she should do next, thinking if she should go drag James to spar again. Suddenly, an alarm sounded throughout the building, throwing the whole facility into alert. The blonde wasted no time and sprinted to the meeting office. Lining up next to James and Azari who was already there. Steve started throwing orders to the agents who were sitting in front of computer screens furiously typing away before turning to the field agents. "James, Torunn, and Azari. Head to the jet, there's been a robbery at CHASE bank. Seven men reported to be heavily armed. Be careful!"

Before the retired Cap' could finish his sentence, Torunn was already out the door and made her way to the airfield. The jet's engine already warming up. She pointed her sword up and lightning struck her, though causing no harm and instead changed her clothing to her armour her father gifted her so long ago. She stepped on board and finally shouted back at her two comrades, "Come on you slow trolls! We're finally got some action!"

Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song - 2:26

code by RI.a - contains hidden scroll

 

[KnightOfNight]

It wasn't even noon yet, but Spicy was already tired and wanted the day to end. It all started when Joe's... Steve's? No, Jimmy's wife came home early and found her sleeping in their bed and woke her up with the most annoying sounds. Now Spicy had been on Earth long enough to understand why she might be upset by this, but Johnny was sleeping on the couch the whole time, which she tried to explain but kept getting interrupted with screaming and just general childishness on the part of the woman, so after making her way past her Spicy poured herself a cup of coffee and left.

Then, if that wasn't bad enough, Spicy remembered she had to visit the nearby pawnshop to sell off one of her many gems and found it being held up by a gang of masked goons calling themselves something like "The New Sinister Eighteen". Now Spicy may not have seen The Sinister Seventeen, but she could tell these guys were up to no good. Doing a quick change from one of her many Earthling forms to her true form, she quickly put down the robbery. Turned out these guys didn't have any powers, or even any gadgets beyond the strange laser blasters that fired small pieces of metal instead of lasers.

And after that incredibly stupid incident, Spicy entered the dingy pub known as The Ruddy Mast. This time as a long haired redhead with fair skin as, for whatever reason, it was the most effective for this place. Taking a stool at the bar, she reached into her pocket and still felt the gem. "I forgot to..." She forced a chuckle out of herself in an attempt to stay cool. "I wonder if any gentlemen would like to buy me a drink or five." As if on command, two of the regulars; both large men that looked like they were just released from prison that morning, started to argue over who would buy her the drinks. Knowing that this could quickly escalate, Spicy made an attempt to defuse the situation. "You can BOTH buy me drinks you know. Whenever you two figure it out I'll be over there."

Sliding into the only empty booth left in the pub, which was unfortunately next to a group of loud old men and a kid, she waited for her drinks. On the nearby TV, a sport was being shown and judging by the actions of the players, it was the sport known as kickball and it must have been the old men's most hated game based on how they were angrily yelling at it. Poking her head over the little barrier separating the two booths, Spicy butted into their conversation. "You know they can't hear you, right? If you want something better on you have to ask the owner."

Scion

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

New York was filled with sadness that day, a hush fell around the city as news reports filled times square and homes across the globe. The world needed heroes again, and thats why Logan was here, he didn't care for this much, but the amount of killings, robberies and general evil filled the world once more. And since he could feel the cold hands of death wrapping around his shoulder, he felt like he could kill some time before time kills him. He sat in the Ruddy Mast, the bar filled with small time villains and heroes alike. He sat next to a giddy kid and an old man and noticed a girl sit a few seats away. He took a sip from his mug and watched the TV.

He began to reminisce about his time in the xmen, the leadership he faced under Charles Xavier, long dead now. He figured most of the mutants he fought with were either old or dead. He sighed, he remembered fighting sentinels, dismantling magneto. He wouldn't admit it but he missed being part of a team. He took another sip, and sighed.

 

[Scion]

"Eeeh?" droned on the grandfather who was slowly turning around to glance at Spicy. But before he could explain the intricacies of the sport of futbol, and how Raymundo usually was an okay goalie so he shouldn't have missed that easy ball, his little boy quickly sprung up and jilted the table, a few pints beginning to slide down the table alongside a basket of soft-pretzel pieces. One of the other old men at the booth took the time to clutch at it, trying not to spill anything.

"HE CAN. GRANPA CAN MAKE THEM HEAR!" remarked Carlos as he stood up on the seat of the booth and stared at the red-head who seemed to doubt his grandfather. "CUZ MY GRANPA IS SUPER-DUPER, AND HE IS ABOUT TO TELL ME THE STORY OF THE TEXAS DEATH MATCH AGAIN!" Carlos' eyes twinkled with an intense sense of pride in his family line, and a clear joy that he was going to hear the story again. Reaching up and scuffing up his grandson's hair, the older man began to laugh.

"¡Ay Chaco, siéntate! You wanna hear the story no?" Carlos blinked for a moment as he stared at the woman, before looking down at his grandfather and sitting back down. "Bueno." remarked the grandfather as he patted Carlos on the back and brought him close.

"Eeyanno, maybe if you can keep still a good bit longer, I'll letcha have a teensy bit of cerveza, long as you don't rat on me to your papi o mami." Carlos eyes twinkled as he gave several eager nods.

"The sport is fine, is fiiine. Say why don'tcha come over here, it is not drinkin if yer drinkin' alone. Y'already saw my boy Chaco here, I'm Ramirez, also got Manuel and Paco and we got..." Grandfather Ramirez Hernandez began snapping his fingers as he stared at Logan. Paco took out a packet of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his bright tropical shirt revealing a fair amount of white chest-hairs.

"Mums o'er there?" He plucked out a cigarette and shoved it in between his dentures, "The one who don't like talkin much, but pretty good at pacing?" remarked Paco as he began searching his person for a lighter. "Sonuva where did you go..." Carlos eagerly held out a simple orange plastic lighter and began waving it around. "You dropped it Uncle Paco!" With that Paco smiled and took the lighter from Carlos and lit up his cigarette.

Grandpa Hernandez focused his attention back to Spicy and spoke, "We got enough room for another. Plus always good to have more people hear my stories yeah, makes the boy happy."

IDIDMYTIME KnightOfNight

 

[kasigi]

Hours earlier...

"And how much'll the pay be?"
Several individuals sat together in the back of a sizable van, with two more in the driver's and passenger's seat. They all wore clothing that concealed their identities, to the point where they were almost ambiguous among eachother. Along with their clothing, they also appeared to be armed, each of them seeming to carry rifles - they looked as if they were up to no good. The one who had asked about pay was speaking into a device, holding it close to their mouth. "What you're asking for will make us a top priority, they'll attempt to track us down.." Someone on the other side responded, speaking back to them. Their voice seemed inhuman, with a tone that seemed to imply that he has no respect for the individual on the other line. "The pay you recieve will depend on whether or not you accomplish what I ask of you. Any sign of incompetence or failure and I will not hesitate to track down and kill whoever survives the mission I've laid out for you. If you are successful, each and every one of you will receive a few million. All I am asking of you is to retrieve the access information, then I will take the reins. The moment I attain the codes, the money will be transferred to your accounts and you can do whatever you wish with it." They briefly pause for a moment, before once again speaking. "Will you retrieve the codes?" The man on the other end wasn't sure what to say. Millions of dollars would allow them to live peacefully for practically the rest of their life, if they could pull it off, they could relax. He looked to the others for guidance, seemingly all of them nodded in agreement. The decision had been made at that point, the Governer's daughter would be theirs.

Present time.

They had successfully captured the Governer's daughter and brought her to a secluded place, but the police were already on their tail, with the cavalry sure to arrive soon. They needed to work fast. After all, the moment they got those codes they could high-tail it out of there. While some of the armed individuals set up a perimeter inside the building, firing at the police below, the others worked hard to get the information out of woman's mouth. For escape, one of the armed criminals sat a distance away from the abandoned building inside of a van, which they would use to escape once the codes were gained. "Tell us the code, damnit!" One of them had shouted at the woman, who was binded and restrained. She was visibly shaken, and seemed to become more and more distraught as the moments passed. The victim wimpered, "No.. Please, don't do this!" A slap was laid across her face practically as soon as she finished her sentence, making her yelp out in pain. After a moment, she felt a cold cylinder be placed onto the side of her head. These men were serious, they seemed to not care for her, but only the information she held. If she continued to refuse, she feared that her life may be taken. The man holding the weapon pressed it hard against her head, speaking in an aggressive, hushed tone, that continued to plant deep fear into her mind. "I won't hesitate to blow your damn head off, you're starting to piss me off." The barrel of the gun moved away from her as she felt hands begin to strangle her. So many emotions rushed through her mind as her senses were being abused by the constant ringing of gunshots echoing in her ears.

In a different room of the obviously abandoned and worn down building, a few of the assailants shot down at the police below, refusing to comply to requests to just simply let the Governor's daughter leave. There was no way they would at this point, they've already gotten so far, so close. They could put all of this behind them if they got away from this. Luckily, they had brought enough ammo for a prolonged shootout, so they were able to put down suppressing fire, and actually managed to hit and possibly kill a few officers. These mercenaries were trained, they knew what they were doing and had at least some expertise when it came to managing recoil and firing at a target. With just the police here, there was absolutely no way for them to get in closer to them, meaning everything was going rather smoothly for the criminals.

The woman was hurting. Instead of threats, the criminals decided it was time to move on to a bit of torture to squeeze the answer out of her. One of her fingers had already been broken, and they intended to keep going down the line until she let it out. She didn't know what to do, besides, they didn't seem to be superpowered or have any special abilities to pose a threat to those who were above them. They would be stopped rather quickly. Her lips began to loosen a bit, perhaps telling them wouldn't be that much of a problem in the end?

Elsewhere.

A single figure sat alone, sitting on a throne within what appeared to be some sort of structure that looked to be almost a mile tall and wide. Though, this was only a portion of the whole "building" itself. Hidden and secluded from anything and everyone, the place which he resided in appeared to be dormant from the outside, completely inconspicuous to anyone who would view them. A booming, commanding voice echoed from the being's apparent mouth, though, it did not appear human, but metal. "As expected, it seems as though they won't succeed with what I had asked of them. Futile, useless. Those primates are inefficient, given a simple task, yet failing nonetheless..." There was noticeable anger within his tone. "Perhaps.. I'll wait longer. They're quite slow, but they'll manage to figure it out, I'm sure." They lifted themselves from the throne they sat upon, walking down steps onto the floor of the incredibly large building. As they slowly made their way forward, audio began to play directly into his head. He had hacked into the Mercenary from earlier's phone, listening in to whatever sounds were ringing out near his phone. Sure enough, there was gunfire. The criminals seemed to be engaged in a gunfight.

Good, they hadn't perished. It wasn't a complete failure just yet. While the code wasn't a necessity, it would definitely make the future much easier for him. Every step towards his goal is a welcome one. Continuing to listen in, he waited.​

 

[KnightOfNight]

Spicy was a little bit surprised by the kid's outburst, usually children were bashful around her. Weird. "Super-duper? You mean like a..." Luckily she caught herself before she broke the number one rule of The Ruddy Mast. "Right, Texas Death Match, yeah I know all about that, but don't let that stop you." Glancing back over to the bar, she saw the two men approaching, each with a large mug of beer. Giving them a quick wave and pointing to the booth filled with the old men, she then hopped over the barrier and dropped in between the Chaco and Manuel.

The two men set the glasses on the table and as soon as they opened their mouths to speak, they were cut off. "Thank you, you can go now. If I need anything else I'll be sure to let you know." While most people would be upset, the last part gave them hope. Maybe, just maybe, they had a shot with her. With their heads held high, they took a seat at a nearby table and waited for when she would need them again. Reaching over the table for her drinks, she felt the need to explain herself. "Long day, I really need these. Oh, and the name is Amber." Taking a long sip from one of the mugs, she glanced over at the unnamed person. Somehow he was shorter and hairier than the other old men, was he even human? Spicy knew Earth had more than just humans, but she thought they would have their own cities. That's how most planets were and it made things easier to keep track of, but maybe Earth was different. "So he can talk though, right? Like us?"

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Wolverine scoffed, "Watch your mouth, bub." He took another sip and continued watching the TV, he was generally uninterested in texas deathmatches and manipulating criminals. He was here to wait until some small crime happens, he wasn't as strong as before. And he knew that fully popping the claws would hurt him and others around. He knew that he was the last of a generation,one of the last heroes to still actively fight crime. When he went back to New York, he faced a shocking realization. Captain America was gone, Daredevil was gone, Spiderman was gone, The X-men were gone. And that realization hurt, he'd no longer fight with the people he's known his whole life.

He looked over at the people, "So, why are you here?" Wolverine felt his blood boil, if he was in the blue black and yellow suit he'd be recognized, its always been assumed he was one of the few mutants who died that day. The day the Westchester incident happened. Not many mutants were at the mansion back when it happened, but the seizure was big enough to rock the entire county. He took another sip and glanced at the young boy. "Texas deathmatches." He chuckled and took a sip, His eyes now turned to the tv.

 

[Arne]

Marvel Boy & Asgeir​

New York has always been a weird city. Being the hub of superhuman activity even in the already bustling planet earth, the city as a whole seemed to just be filled with oddities even in a relatively tranquil period like the one the world was currently in - with no major threats whatsoever, at least not in the open. With that being said, the scene that was being seem by quite a few of the pedestrians in a certain street was weird even by Big Apple standards, as two super human beings, one dressed as a classic superhero and the other wearing what seemed to be an oddly modern cross of armor and normal clothing, and a single radio-like apparel leisurely floated at an altitude of less than 20 meters of the ground, seemingly paying no attention to the increasing amount of passersby that were attracted by the weird scene.

"I'm serious this time, though. This just can't continue." The superhero dressed one, who most civilians would recognize as Marvel Boy, mentioned in a discontent tone, clearly expressing dissatisfaction about something. "Seven freaking years have gone past and it's still the same. I can't handle this anymore. It-..." He continued voicing his grievance for second before being suddenly interrupted by the other oddly dressed figure, the considerably less well known Asgardian Hero/Sorcerer Asgeir. "While I'd love to continue hearing about how you hate the fact that you still haven't found a better superhero name and is still being called a boy in spite of being freaking old, we have something to do." He directly said, pointing at the weird radio that had been seemingly broadcasting the police radio in a very low volume for all this while before he waved his hand at once, directly dispelling the projection - for that was the real identity of the device, just the projection of a police car's radio. "They found the girl and are currently exchanging fire with the kidnappers. The guys have heavy weaponry but apparently no supers. Easy-..." Before he even finished his phrase, both figures immediately darted towards the area mentioned by the radio.

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Marvel Boy didn't even wait for the expected dissatisfied comment of Asgeir - who hated being dragged around by his telekinesis before he finished talking - before directly issuing his orders. "Asgeir, you take the back and try to rescue the girl while they're occupied. We don't know what they'll do to her otherwise. You know the drill, no killing or crippling." He didn't even wait for confirmation before immediately letting go of the asgardian, leaving him behind of the building, and flying towards the gunshots, directly landing amidst the two forces, making use of his telekinesis to make it so all the bullets fired in that instant diverged from their trajectory and hit the ground instead - a stunt that acted to both, avoid wounds and leading the criminals into believing he was scared of bullets, thus making it so they didn't immediately try something else - before directly voicing his usual taunt/introduction. "Hello there. Someone called for a hero?"

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"What an asshole." Asgeir couldn't help but curse under his breath, taking a whole second to situate himself while still cursing how Alex yet again threw him into an unknown area without anything but the most basic instructions. Once done with that, though, the young sorcerer was quick to jump into action, directly tapping the nearest wall twice to transmute the area immediately in front of him into a door shaped mass of sand - ability that, while still pretty far from his mother's ability to transform people into statues or trees even from another dimension, was pretty useful at breaching into building without making much noise - that directly crumbled in the following second, letting him enter the building easy and soundlesly... Or at least that was the plan.

Unfortunately for Asgeir, though, the thing didn't quite go as he planned. In the end, even if he did manage to easily breach the area silently, the simple fact that he didn't check the area he breached before doing so was more than enough to ruin his plan, as he involuntarily ended up directly entering the room where the hostage was being kept, thus finding himself surrounded by armed men and watching a girl being threatened. "Uh... I'm guessing you lot don't know where the bathroom is?" He said in a slightly bitter voice, seemingly distressed over the fact that he ruined his own plan. His hands, though, continuously moved as he slowly prepared to - if capable of delaying the men for long enough - paralyze those in the room. In the end, while he didn't really have to worry a lot about bullets, he couldn't possibly let the hostage get hurt in the process - specially when considering how Alex would bother the shit out of him otherwise.

kasigi

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

AZARI

Azari fought the urge to roll his eyes after he saw Torunn amble into the meeting room. He and James Rogers, the famous son of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, were already in the building. Before he had been summoned by the great Steve Rogers, he had been reading in the library with Vision. The two of them had been discussing the history of Africa pre-colonialism. He had been enjoying the discussion with the synthethic being but it had been cut short when the alert blared over the intercom.

He had quickly made his way over to the meeting room, which now brought him to this moment. Director Rogers informed the trio that there was a robbery at a CHASE bank in the city. Before the man even finished briefing them, Torunn had bolted down the hall towards the jet. With a small smile, Azari followed after her. Upon entering the hangar, he saw the Asgardian warrior summon her armor in a flash of lightning. Azari was already dressed in his regular mission clothes—sleek, black clothing without sleeves to let his tattoos breathe. Considering their mission was only a robbery, he figured he didn't need his actual suit.

As he stepped onto the jet, he glanced at James. ''Torunn's brash enthusiasm never ceases to amaze me.''

The Wakandan moved deeper into the aircraft and took his seat near the back. Snapping his fingers, he watched sparks fly from his fingers and waited for James to enter the jet. If they wanted to stop the robbers in a timely fashion, they were going to need to leave soon.

code by DatGuyWelbz

Location: Upstate New York — Avenger's Facility
Time: 11:30
Interactions: Torunn ( RI.a ), James Rogers ( Booperboy )
Mentions: Torunn, James Rogers

 

[WhipDing]

Splat, as usual, had gotten itself into some serious trouble. Well, more specifically, it was in the area where a lot of trouble seemed to be happening. For Splat, things were as safe as they'd always been, being unable to feel pain and all.

It'd just been investigating the sewage system of the city - what exactly was this waste that humans needed to transport, and why was it so hidden? - when it'd heard gunshots from a nearby bank while poking its head out of a manhole cover. A fairly common occurence here, sure, but still interesting.

Its body stretched and distorted as it made its way towards the source of the sounds, effortlessly moving across pavements and roads. The crowd surrounding the bank was easy enough to weave through, using people's legs as anchor points to propel itself even faster.

Soon enough it was standing in its humanoid form in front of the main entrance to the bank, pausing for a moment as it pondered what to do next.

 

[explosiveKitten]

Lines. Nobody likes waiting in lines.

Bonnie had probably been standing in this line for a half an hour, way longer than she had expected to. She was supposed to have gone back to Avengers tower an hour ago. But nooo, she can’t get to the front of the line in a timely manner. She just needed to deposit a check. Something simple she could do in like an hour, then skip her way back to the tower without anyone ever knowing she had left. Nobody really knew about what she did with this money anyway...

She had been standing in line for about 47 minutes when a commotion started up behind her, and when she turned she found seven men, dressed in all black and wielding assault rifles. Holy shit, AR-15s?! Ohhhh, Jesucristo, this is just perfect! The one time she goes out without telling anybody, and the bank she’s in is the victim of a heist. What luck!

She dived to the floor as instructed by said robbers and covered her head, her mind racing. She wasn’t worried about herself, nononono, she knew she would be able to get out of here fine. She was, however, worried about the more squishy people here. If she started to show resistance, who knows what these robbers would do. They could start shooting hostages... there were children and their mothers in here... could she really endanger them to get out herself? Even if she tried to free them on the way out, there was no way to guarantee anyone’s safety...

“...well. This is just my lucky day, isn’t it? God damnit there are children in here...” she muttered.

 

[kasigi]

Abandoned building.

The armed assailants began to grow impatient with the woman, as they were quite determined to get the information out of her. They were aware that at any moment, they could be stopped by super-powered individuals whose power would be much greater than their own. The criminals near the windows continued to shoot at the police, though ammunition began to grow scarce as they continued to blow through it, shots ringing out one after another in an attempt to make the police fearful about moving in by themselves. Every one of the criminals in the room with the Governor's daughter had their gun trained on her, continuing to make threats. She wasn't sure about how itchy their trigger finger was, but the fear was getting to her head. There seemed to be no one coming for her, and she knew that if she stalled any longer, they might end up killing her. The natural instinct of preserving her own life got the better of her, making her crack, speaking the access code out loud for all to hear. After she spoke, she was further restrained and pushed against the ground by a few of the criminals, while one of them took out a phone, texting the access code to the contact number the contractor had provided. They had succeeded in attaining the codes, all they needed to do now was get the hell out of there.

The woman on the ground was relieved, silently crying with her eyes closed. She was happy she wouldn't die, and was sure that she had stalled long enough for these criminals to be caught. The barrel of a gun being at her head would forever scar her life. She didn't know that being born under a name would get her into a position like this.

The criminal's joy was quickly cut short as the one's at the window saw someone come about who looked.. hero-y. A deep worry filled their minds as they continued firing down, their bullets now concentrated at this new individual who had arrived on the scene. It was a hero, for sure. They needed to get the hell out of there, else they get caught, and it would all be for nothing. The criminals at the window continued to fire as one shouted out "The cavalry's here, we need to get the hell out!"

They picked the woman up once more, a gun trained on her again. 'You're not out of the clear yet, you'll be our meat shield!" Before they could move outside and make their escape to freedom, a portion of the wall seemed to suddenly collapse into.. Sand? With someone on the other side. Practically on reaction, all of the mercenaries ended up training their sights on the man, firing their weapons in his general direction. Though, they were quickly stopped, as every single one of their bodies felt as if they were being stopped and paralyzed, none of them had any sort of resistance or countermeasure against the supernatural ability. Their hope was that they would be able to make it out and escape before someone like this appeared. Guess they bit off more than they could chew. The thought that the rest of their life would be spent in prison saddened them, but there was nothing they could do now. The hostage felt herself being paralyzed as well, but she knew that she would be fine. The heroes are here, I'll be okay.. Another part of her was happy that they wouldn't get away with the codes that she had provided.

The few assailants in the other room with the window moved over to where the hostage was being held, assuming that everything was clear, that they would be able to get out - to their dismay, everyone was on the ground, with a single man standing. They tried to draw their weapon on the man as well, but they quickly felt themselves grow to be incapacitated as well. 'B-bastard!" Little words could be spewed from the man's mouth as he felt his jaw lock up. Perhaps this would be the end of their mission. They sure as hell didn't put up much of a challenge. They were just average, everyday people, after all.

Ultron.​

Ultron could care less about whatever happened to the hired mercenaries afterwards. They were disposable, useless. Regular humans are an incredibly frail and fragile species, snapping like a twig with relative ease. Out of spite, he still transferred the money to each and every one of their bank accounts, though he doubted that they would be able to use it. A screen was displayed in front of Ultron's vision, showing various information, such as the code that the Governer's daughter had given to him, and coordinates to the location of where the code could be used to access a vault. Things were going smoothly.. Once he acquired what he wanted, metal would become putty in his hands. It would make his coming rule easier to achieve.

Arne​

 

[Scion]

"YEAH! TEXAS DEATH MATCHES ARE GREAT!" Carlos chirped up, somewhat bouncing in his seat as he stared between Logan and Spicy. "BUT MY GRANDPA HAD THE BEST TEXAS DEATH MATCH STORY!" He clutched his little hands together and began shaking them in place as Grandfather R. Hernandez reached over to pat his grandson.

"Ooh, alright so there I was - picture the scene, there are a few bleachers where folks were gathered on top of, in an old bingo hall. Course everything related to bingo was out of there, the wall-paper was falling off and there still an intense thick layer of smoke matted in the walls. Above me, lighting through the smoke of the fifty or so who were gathered to watch me, were those flours cent lights, yanno the long tube ones. They sparked and sputtered and before my match they had to change it out." He shook his head as he continued on.

Paco was in a bit of dragging a cigarette before a thought occurred to him.

"So there were about fifty people there watching the ring. It was a simple white mat jungle, four sided ring the squared circle, the turnbuckles were removed and the ropes were pretty giving that night. So I'm standing in the middle of the ring, nose to nose against this big guy. Oh he was huuuge, had a large scar right over his belly and had a thick peroxide mullet. He was dressed in a pair of bright, white spandex shorts and was wearing red boots, though at the time I was unaware of how he hid a blade there..."

How was Ramirez supposed to tell a story about professional wrestling without talking about good guys and bad guys?

"And as soon as the bell rang, I charged up and began to get him into a head and shoulder lock..." Ramirez waited for a dramatic pause so Carlos could pop in alongside him. "THEN THAT DEVIOUS VILLAIN SWUNG HIS FOOT AT ME AND CUT THE RIGHT LEG!" Paco dropped his cigarette and almost dropped his very dentures from his mouth agasp at what those two had done.

They broke the one rule of the Ruddy Mast, no talking about heroes or villains.

You could hear a pin drop as the bar itself began to turn on the table, very clearly upset at these scoundrels.

KnightOfNight IDIDMYTIME

 

[KnightOfNight]

Frowning at the small hairy man that could in fact speak, Spicy quickly replied. "Uhh, I just said my name was Amber, not Bub. And you could really try being a little less rude and look at me when you talk." Taking another long sip from her mug, she glanced back at the old man and waited for the story to begin. Despite her claims to know about it, she didn't even know the geezer was a Texas or even that a Texas was some sort of gladiator.

When the story started, she was immediately drawn in. She pictured the peeling wallpaper, the smoke stained walls, the fifty strong audience eager to witness the carnage. She also tried to picture what a flours cent light was, but had some difficulty. A white mat, ropes, some sort of ring inside of all that? The mental images bounced around in her head as she drank. Why was a ring needed to contain them when there were ropes? Was it to prevent gladiators from trying to flee to the other side of the roped off area?

Then a bombshell was dropped that snapped her out of her thoughts. "Villain?! You can't say that here!" She quickly realized that she said it too and nervously looked at the rest of the people in the pub. Not a smiling face to be seen. Even the men that bought her the beers had lost their goofy expressions and now looked conflicted about what had to be done. Looking back to her company, she whispered to them. "I hope you all have powers. If not, well, I don't think I can help everyone."

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Logans eyes were still locked onto the TV, he had no time to reply to the girl or take part in the story about Texas Deathmatches, He took small sips, his interest on the football game on the TV, once the hyperactive kid screamed about villains. Logan's mind went blank. S@#* He thought, he glanced at the kid angrily, he was ready to leave at any minute now,and once the girl near him said the word too, Logan knew it was time to go, he stood up and began to walk until the girl asked if any of them had powers.He smirked and continued walking away, he was near the exit until he noticed that everyones eyes were locked on the group. Most of the people he sat with looked nervous, he knew that he had to help.

He turned to the rest of the pub, and then to his fists, he knew they would hurt like hell if he fought with his claws, but he didn't care. He needed to protect these people from whatever would be thrown at them. He then hesitated to get ready. You're too old for this, Logan, you're not Wolverine any more. He stood there and shrugged, a small smirk formed on his face. "Those people are with me, if any of you have any business with them, then you're all gonna have to settle it with me as well." He then got ready for a fight, he knew he'd need to incapacitate these people, and not kill, so he thought of a plan to do so.

KnightOfNight Scion

 

[Scion]

"Yeah! But I can't let Uncle Paco know cuz as Granpa says, 'Paco es un pendejo'! Cause, cause, Uncle Paco is a bit of a dum dum who'd tell others about it, like my papi and mami, and they'd ground me if they knew!" Carlos eagerly declared, in what the boy assumed was a whisper, at the questioning of powers by Spicy. All the while his Grandfather just covered his face with both of his palms. It appeared that his grandson didn't quite realize how keeping things secret worked, though fortunately this woman clearly, God willing, didn't know of the Hernandez family that was real close to Carlos.

While most of the bar's attention was focused directly at the culprits who actively violated the rules, a fair amount began staring daggers at Logan who was seemingly throwing his lot with those who were betraying the order of the establishment. Several patrons had already began cracking their knuckles, others who were at the pool tables had brandished their pool-sticks and prepared them for battle. And of course those who had bottles held them right next to the closest hard surface ready to crack them open, eager for mindless bloodshed.

But while the patrons, the customers were all gungho about this, the owner was not too keen on having the bar turn into a ball-room blitz. It wasn't even past noon! You had to have a sense of decorum at least before the night crowd came in. So he let out a loud whistle and began stomping in between the mob of customers and settled himself between the pack who had instigated this conflict.

The Owner of the Ruddy Mast was, well for simplicity sake he looked like he was torn straight out from an old Celtic Warband, with dark red bushy hair a large nose and several missing teeth. Muscle that was wrapped around a tight suit which, surely if shit hit the fan, would be torn away.

"My ancestors, t'first o'tha line in this country, did not fight against the Bowery Boys to lose a peaceful land th'called home. They didn't fight among th'brigades to let their home be torn apart an be weak t'Limeys who could exploit it. I didn't fight with the New Dead Rabbits to allow me ancestors hallowed grounds t'serve as another place of battle! I DID IT SO I COULD SERVE CHEAP BOOZE ANY MAN COULD AFFORD!" He glanced at the group at the booth and turned to glance at Logan, "Go and confide in yer friend there and make yer mind on what path yer willin' to take. I can only assure a peaceful leave if you act quick of it and if'n you swear to not return for sometime to let the wounds heal. ...Else we'll have to take matters back t'war. The choice is yers."

Carlos quickly looked up between Spicy and his Grandfather Ramirez. "Sooo can we beat them up if we get Paco out of here?" remarked Carlos, ready to get out his mask as Paco promptly fled to the door to leave while Ramirez took his grandson by the hand and walked him over towards Logan, while giving a gesture for Spicy to follow.
IDIDMYTIME KnightOfNight

 

[KnightOfNight]

Nodding along with the boy's words to signify that she understood what he was saying, Spicy chimed in. "Well, I guess I could handle them all myself?" However, before dealing with the approaching thugs, Spicy chugged the beers given to her as fast as she could. Surprisingly, much had happened during this time. First, the rude hairy man who was leaving decided to stick up for the group. Then, the thugs quickly armed themselves with whatever was within reach. And finally, the bartender himself got involved to try to resolve things peacefully.

"Uhhhhhh..." Confused by the strange noises coming out of the bartender's mouth, Spicy leaned towards the kid and whispered to him. "What did he say? Is he threatening us? He's threatening us isn't he?" With a flick of her wrist, the table is flipped through the air and lands at the bartender's feet. "Hey ugly! What are you, stupid? Stupid AND ugly? You're really going to threaten one of your best customers, a kid, and a bunch of geezers? What's wrong with you? Is all the ugly seeping into your brain and that's why you're so stupid?!" By the end of her tirade she was toe to toe with the bartender and jabbing her finger into his chest. "I already beat up the Sinister however many there are today, do you really want to add to my count?"

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[nymphadora.]

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FRIDAY BARNES

「 avenger's facility ∙ james, torunn + azari ∙ Booperboy , DatGuyWelbz RI.a 」

Friday was up and about that morning, her thick boots clapping against the sterile floor as she made her way towards the meeting room while her coat hung from her lanky arms. In her free hand, Friday held a pocket size Rubik's Cube that she played with on the bus earlier that morning. It was a known fact that the brunette could hardly sit still without fidgeting, plus it was nice to distract her mind every once in a while.

As the doors swiftly slid open, revealing Friday behind the frosted glass, Friday gave a sweet smile towards the two other S.H.I.E.L.D members before finding a free chair. "Morning," She nodded towards their direction, placing the Rubik's Cube in her skirt's pocket while leaving her jacket to hang idly on the chair next to her. As she sat down, her dark eyes quickly noticed the new holes that bloomed in her tights, showing off her olive skin, "Crap, I just got these." Friday murmured to herself, her nails picking at the holes and forming ladders in her tights before returning her attention back to the S.H.I.E.L.D'S Director and old family friend, Steve Rogers.

Friday listened intently to the retired Captain's words, glancing for a few moments when she heard Torunn scurry into the room. Her nails eagerly drummed against the table as Director Rogers spoke with a clear voice. Friday couldn't help but compare the father and his son, James, features to each other, noticing they had a similar nose; the female often found herself focusing on smaller details than listening to what was more important.

Once Torunn had rushed out of the meeting room, Friday quickly followed - giving the Director a small wave goodbye out of habit before making it halfway down the hall. Friday stopped in her tracks as she cursed at herself, spinning around on her heels as a dark purple glow formed around her hand. Her eyebrows narrowed together as she jacket came flying towards her like a transparent silhouette was wearing it before she slipped her wiry arms through the sleeves and raced towards the jet.

Friday made her way to the jet, noticing Torunn was already inside and ready to stop the robbery. As she heard Azari's comment about their friend's enthusiastic personality, a small smile toyed at her lips as she spoke, spinning around for a brief moment to look at him, "It's Torunn, when isn't she enthusiastic?" Friday asked jokingly, making her way towards the first front seat she saw available.

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[Arne]

Marvel Boy & Asgeir​

Alex couldn't deny that the kidnappers at least had guts as he continuously used his telekinetic field to hold back the incoming bullets, directly stopping them from either hitting the considerably fragile police officers around the scene. In the end, even the hero had to admit that the simple fact that the kidnappers didn't immediately surrender once they've seem him effortlessly shrugging off their bullets but they actually reinforced the fire in an attempt to delay him - a singular tactic that more than proved the fact that they weren't your everyday scrubs, but actually trained professionals who knew what they were doing and would be more than enough to restrain your everyday heroic but not invulnerable superhuman. Unfortunately for them, though, that wasn't the case.

In the end, Alex only passively waited for some time because he didn't want to cause any accidents while Asgeir did his part of the job. It was only out of worry for the hostage that he took a whole two minutes of blocking before he finally took action and directly used his telekinesis to crush the shooter's guns - taking all the care to exclude the criminals from the assault - and directly entered the scene. "I recommend surrendering now." He nonchalantly said as he entered the building, directly not even bothering to restrain the criminals as the quickly approaching cops would most certainly do so for him... And he was more worried about finding Asgeir before he got himself into some form of trouble while left alone with the governor's daughter.

Meanwhile...​

Are those guys dumb or what? Asgeir couldn't help but feel some seriously doubts about the intellectual capacity of the assailants as they continuously rushed towards the area of effect of his paralysis in spite of how freaking obvious it was that everyone who entered it was getting incapacitated. It was legitimately like watching a bunch of flies flying directly into an electric fence, outlandish even for the somehow experienced Asgardian - who didn't stop to think even for a second about how they couldn't possibly know his spell affected the whole room.

In the end, though, the wave of dumb people rushing into the room stopped either due to them noticing it was a futile effort or due to the fact that there were simply no more assailants remaining to fall for his spell, triggering the asgardian into changing his approach, this time muttering a few words before waving his hand, directly triggering a deep sleep spell over his previous paralysis one, forcing the kidnappers and girl to lose their consciousness for the following hour or so - just enough time for the police officers to secure them all - thus avoiding having to deal with any troublesome thing.

Naturally, he didn't immediately pick up the girl either, deciding to use the few remaining seconds before Astrovik was done waiting for him and cleaning the front of the building to quickly conceal phone that one of the criminals seemed to be using during the scene - one of the things that attracted his attention during the brief scuffle - in his clothes and then pick the girl up in a princess carry and walk towards the entrance as a Hero should've done from the start. In the end, the whole situation was just too weird for him to be satisfied with just doing his part and leaving the investigation to the police as Alex liked to... And of course, his meddlesome self wouldn't be in peace if he didn't mess with whoever was behind this incident.

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Unsurprisingly, Asgeir meet with his teammate right after, as he was more than done by the time Marvel Boy finally moved to neutralize the last criminals, only having to give him a look and nod once to communicate that things were finished by his side. As such, they directly walked towards the remaining police officers in the following second, with Alex taking the responsibility to exchange a few words with the person who seemed to be in charge while Asgeir delivered the Governor's daughter to the ambulance already stationed near the crime scene.

kasigi

 

[Scion]

"WHAT'S A THREAT?" Chacho whispered back in, what could maybe be construed as a whisper as his grandfather tried to pull the boy away from the scene. But the boy stood his ground and refused to move. He whispered again, "Is that when they are mean? They sound kinda mean..." Grandfather Ramirez eyes widened as he saw Spicy not only flip a table through some sort of powers, but quickly began jabbing and prodding the man in his chest. The bartender let out a loud snarl before quickly swinging his meaty palm at her in an attempt to slap some of that fighting spirit out of her.

"WHOEVER BRINGS ME THEIR HEADS WILL GET A MONTH SUPPLY OF DRINK!" And with that the bar howled in a cacophony of joy, both that their bloodlust was endorsed by the bar establishment and was even going to be rewarded with free booze! Oh happy days were upon them, as the bartender lunged over the bar barricade to search for his weapon of choice; while the rest of the patrons began cracking bottles and began charging at the group.

"At least Paco isn't here to narc on me!" Carlos remarked in a chipper mood as he reached into his pants' pockets and retrieved the mask of Toro Rojo, he felt the presence of lucha libre was needed but he hopped he could cleverly hide himself so they wouldn't know that little Carlos Hernandez, or Chaco, was actually the heroic wayward luchador known as Toro Rojo! Carlos quickly hopped behind his grandfather as one of the men wielding pool-sticks began charging up to smack at him.

"Transform!" shouted out Carlos as he donned the mask and transformed into that warrior who leaned over his ducking grandpa to take the pool-stick to the head and watched it crack over his head. Toro Rojo just stood there for a second, not noticing what went down, before pantomiming a feeling of hurt before laughing.

"Ahaha so you are a rudo! Foreign objects are no bueno!" declared Toro Rojo as he picked up the man by his collar and began the technique of an air-plane spin upon him.

Of course the boy and the grandfather were clearly not the only targets, the two men who bought Spicy drinks earlier made a bet of who could get her down first. And so one began bull-rushing towards her to get her via a tackle, while another one was simply going to try some grappling. Others were throwing mugs and other objects at the general vicinity.

And other patrons were diving at Logan attempting to cut him up with a beer-bottles, while others were trying to properly engage the man in fisticuffs. One notably was trying to do a diving kick on Logan.

Safe to say it had just become a bar-room blitz.

IDIDMYTIME KnightOfNight

 

[KnightOfNight]

Hearing the snarl come from the bartender, Spicy tried to tell him he didn't speak that language but was cut off by a slap she should have seen coming. From the sheer force of the blow and her not being ready for it, she was knocked off balance but caught herself before falling over. Blowing her hair out of her face, she saw the bartender fleeing which only served as more fuel for the dumpster fire of a day she was having. Naturally, that was only the start as the two men from before... Lou and Steve? No, Jimmy and Bimmy? Regardless of their names, they were charging Spicy and the looks on their faces were not what you want to see on a grabby pair like them.

Just before the first man's shoulder made contact with her stomach, she lifted off the ground and allowed herself to go with his charge. "Did I ever say you could touch me?" Before he could stop himself or even respond, Spicy slammed her fist into his lower back which was answered with a pained scream, a loud crunch, and a thud from the attacker hitting the floor. The second attacker stopped in his tracks as he saw his friend hit the ground, his eyes locking onto his now crooked spine. "I really hope this was worth it, Timothy." The man stammered as he tried to tell her what his name really was, but was cut off by Spicy stamping his knee and forcing it backwards.

Remembering the group she was with, Spicy called out to... Coco? Chico? Whatever his name was. "Hey kid, you doing al-" A thrown glass shattered on her head and brought her focus elsewhere. "Hey! Who did that?!" Despite her fury and the example she made of the other two, she was answered with more glasses and even a few pool balls to the face. Before the tall, skinny, and sleazy looking guy could reach another ball to throw, he found himself smashed through the cheap wood paneling decorating the walls of the establishment and slammed into the underlying brickwork. He let out a weak groan and was thrown with considerable force at another patron, knocking him off his feet. The last of the men throwing things at Spicy dropped the bottle he had just picked up and no longer felt safe with just a pool table between them so he did the only thing he could think of. Fake a heart attack, fall to the ground, and pray to whoever would listen to him. Unsure of what just happened, Spicy did the only thing she could think of. Tip the pool table onto his legs. The pained yelp informed her that this was the correct choice.

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Logan watched the commotion with a disappointed look on his face, as soon as Spicy went to confront the bartender, his face was deeply embedded onto his palm. Then, the bar-room brawl started, he watched as men came at him with pool cues, bottles and knives. He smirked and popped the claws, they weren't as long as before but they did the trick. One man stumbled back in shock but pressed forward. Logan parried a swing from a ruffian with a pool cue and hit him with an elbow. He then saw someone attempt a flying kick on him. A big mistake, Logan dug his claws into Flying Kick's leg and watched him scream, he was then hit in the back with a pool cue.

He saw someone charge him with a dagger, he dodged it, slicing Dagger's back in the process, dagger guy fell and stabbed the man who hit him with the pool cue, one man tried to hit him with brass knuckles, but all that earned him was a slice to the shoulder. Logan jumped onto a table and saw a bull like man charge across the room. Logan saw a large man rush him with his bare fists, next thing Logan knew was that he was on the ground. "Damn." He said, kicking the mammoth of a man in the crotch. He kicked up and slashed two people coming at him with pocket knives.

A dart flew across the room and hit Logan in the shoulder, Logan pulled it out and threw it back to no avail. He looked to his left and saw someone hold a dagger to his head. Logan turned around and nearly cut the man's arm off, he looked at his claws, stained with blood and laughed. "Why dont we high tail it out of here?" He shouted, throwing a mug at a patron and dodging darts, chairs, and bottles. Suddenly, The Mammoth of a Man returned with a TV, unplugged from the wall, and hit Logan's back.

Scion KnightOfNight

 

[kasigi]

All of them had, indeed, been taken out in simply a few minutes. An embarassing display for sure, but there wasn't much they couldve really done about it. Now, as a consequence of their actions, they'd be going away for practically the rest of their lives, disappearing as soon as they took a bite that was too much for them to chew. Completely asleep after only a few moments, they appeared lifelessness as the officers restrained them and took them away, without anyone taking any damage, except the various injuries inflicted upon the woman. The criminals who had not been affects by the sleep spell had been successfully subdued by Marvel Boy just as fast. Though not necessarily life threatening, the damage the assailants caused to the Governor's daughter would take some time to recover from. With her secured properly in the ambulance, her health was no longer a concern.

For whatever reason, if one would try to trace back whoever contacted the criminals and organized the crime, they wouldn't be able to. It appeared as if the criminals hadn't been contacted by an actual phone or number, but instead it seemed as if the Internet itself was in contact with the criminals who committed the crime. Something that perhaps needed to be looked into further.

Ultron was satisfied. The location where the code was to be used seemed heavily guarded, but that wouldn't be much of a problem. It was in the city of New York, hidden. If the more formidable heroes weren't called during the raid, his sentries would be more than enough to move in and acquire what he desired.