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

[Epiphany]

Susan Danvers

"Hey, your cousin's on the air."

Susan turned away from her inspection of the drywall her work crew had just finished on the fifth floor of the Dennis Pierce Complex, a multi-purpose apartment and storefront that had been caved in on the northern side thanks to some particularly enthusiastic hero last month. Excelsior Construction had snagged the contract after Damage Control had performed the initial inspection and they were already just about done with repairs. Thankfully, the Complex was a newer building and, though it increased the cost of replacement parts, new construction was a lot more modular than past architecture had been. If this had been a brownstone or something old-fashioned, they'd be working on it for months, no doubt.

With matters well in hand, the tall blonde woman peeled herself away from doing quality assurance and stepped into a landing that Excelsior used to stage their work on each floor. Her lead electrician tapped his his holospecs and said "Local channel, breaking news." Susan reached into her own pocket and produced her own holospecs. Paired with her smartphone, the portable AR HUD dropped a news channel overlay on the world as she scrolled through its menu to find what her electrician had spotted. With a slight tensing of her eyelids, Susan turned on the news livestream and watched as Marvel Boy traded words with the lead officer outside some abandoned building.

The sight of Alex made her smile. He was younger than her by a few years but he'd grown up with super powers. In a way, he'd always been something of a protective little brother to an otherwise only child. Susan liked seeing him prosper like this, especially since it looked like the Governor's kidnapped daughter had been rescued and placed in an ambulance.

Once Alex stepped away from the police on the livestream, Susan brought up a text menu and dropped him a message to give her a call. Always nice to line up a new gig after this one was done. And maybe...have another conversation about how this whole heroing business went. With her recently awakened abilities, it increasingly felt like she was wasting them just running her construction company. If anyone could show her the ropes or at least give her the basics on how one went about the business, it'd be her younger cousin.

Alex,
Nice save. You make it look easy. I know it's not, though. You want to stop by for dinner and fill your big cuz in on how you go about it? Maybe it's time you're not the only member of our generation of the family doing the work. Let's talk tonight.
-Sue

Arne

 

[RI.a]

torunn

Location: NYC. CHASE Bank |
With: James ( Booperboy ), Azari ( DatGuyWelbz ). Friday ( nymphadora. ) |
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"My dashing personality overflows with positivity after all," Torunn playfully flicked her long hair over her shoulder with a wide grin that no mere being could slap away and promptly sat herself down next to Azari. The jet soon closed behind James and smoothly lifted off the ground, shutting the noise of the engine and stopping the gusts of wind from entering the aircraft. The intercom blared loudly soon after, "We'll be arriving in 3 minutes." The pilot informed, "The bank building is surrounded by high rise so I can't land on the ground. You're going to have to jump."

ksshh-- "Number of civilian hostages are unknown, but expected to be high. The street's cleared and all exits are covered. We have them surrounded, sir. Over." kshh-- What sounded like a police radio informed the team of the current scene.

"Looks like the stage has been set," Torunn got up and headed toward the back of the plane. "Tell the officers to take cover. I'll distract the robbers, you guys get the civilians to safety." The plan was simple enough for a simple daylight robbery. If she'd take the attention of the thugs, the three of them who was much more sneaky than her will easily rescue the hostages.

"20 seconds! Grab a chute!"

Torunn slapped the button to open the doors and with a last look at her comrades, the blonde calmly stepped out of the moving jet without a parachute. The wind was relentless as she fell, her arms stuck to her sides for a few seconds before she unsheathed her blade and pointed towards the area surrounded with white and blue police cars. The magical weapon easily pulled her weight to her chosen destination, not slowing down as she neared the ground. Her sword impaled the tarmac floor, her impact with the ground sounded like a crack of thunder. As the dustcloud settled, she gracefully got up from her crouched form.

"Get ready for a mighty beating, boys!" The blonde couldn't help the smirk tugging on her lips. She slashed the dissipating cloud as she jumped forward, sparks of lightning covering her from head to toe.

Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song - 2:26

code by RI.a - contains hidden scroll

 

[Scion]

So far it appeared that the heroic forces of Logan, Toro Rojo, and Spicy were doing a most excellent job at handling the hostile forces of the bar patrons! Through their courageous acts of brutally maiming countless bar patrons, some of whom were simply maimed and might be in the hospital for little while, to those who were surely going to have their lives changed forever unless they could obtain some hard to get surgery or quick medical attention, and to those who were clearly going to die without any medical assistance, they had all made a noticeable dent in the morale of the denizens of the bar.

But while many of the patrons were maimed and moaning out in agony, at least the ones that were still conscious anyhow, these valiant heroes still had a job to do!

Toro Rojo, much to his dismay had only gone against the one patron so far, the one he kept bound in a horrific state of merry-go-rounding. Due to the centrifugal forces he was going through, the man proceeded to vomit which flung by in a circular motion. Some of the chunks struck against the walls, while others were seeping into the floorboards. Ramirez, as he was no longer a fighter as he once was found a nice spot to hide underneath the table booth. It was a nice position for him as he was able to avoid the puking and wasn't as much of a target hiding under the table.

"Ahaha!" Toro Rojo chuckled as he began to slow down the spinning motions of his current victim of his heroic antics, "It is time for you to make a crash landing!" With that he aimed the body and methodically tossed it, keeping restrained to make sure he couldn't miss, straight through the window. With a mighty racket the body flew true as the man, still in a dizzy state, made a brief bit of yelling as the glass shattered easily. After passing through that, with a variety of shards throughout his body he eventually made his landing with a distinctive crunch to the pavement outside.

While the morale of the bar patrons were low, not everyone was trying to flee. Of course not everyone was as honorable and foolhardy and conflict as some of the patrons, as the bartender began crawling towards the back and trying sneakily to open the backdoor so he could hide in the office. Of course this was noticeable as the door had not been fixed for its squeaky hinges in quite some-time.

The Mammoth of a Man, for brevity's sake a Mammoth if you will, began laughing heartily as he took a moment to stare at the TV screen. "TAKE THAT OLD MAN!" He declared very happy that his sneak attack worked. Taking this moment of satisfactory and dastardly cheating time to gloat, he began searching slowly for something else to beat Logan with. Meanwhile, while that victory was satisfied, a few of the patrons who had come to a decision that this was not worth it began trying to flee past Logan. After all he seemed down, and it would be easier to escape that way rather than try to escape through the new exit that Toro Rojo made or weasel their way past the girl. But even while fleeing, a few decided to take a few pot-shots at Logan by swinging their fists at him just because they could and that it might make them feel better.

As for Spicy, she was the subject of attention from another few men who still had some fighting spirit left in them. After seeing the events of the man getting his leg crushed beyond repair via a pool-table, these few decided that the safest approach would be to try their luck with further ranged assault. And thus began another round of onslaught of pool balls being thrown at her, alongside more mugs and some torn chair legs. But the most dangerous assault would come from a man in a sleeveless leather jacket who drew a small pistol and yelled out, "THIS IS FOR THE SINISTER SEVENTEEN AND THREE QUARTERS!" before taking a shot at her.

Toro Rojo knew he couldn't let his new-found companions in arms down by not at least helping finish up the mopping duties, so he plucked one of the individuals who was swinging a broken pool-cue in an attempt to get to the 'front of the line' in terms of escaping. Sadly for him, today was not his lucky day as he felt himself being turned upside down and in position for Toro Rojo to do a piledriver. "Rudo! You cannot escape the grasp of a tecinco's heroics!" With that Toro Rojo dropped down to perform the piledriver and upon impact the head of the man, well it exploded. The skull cracked into several pieces as the sheer force of the impact done by Toro Rojo caused what used to be a head to become essentially a chunky salsa paste with bone-dust, blood and gooey brain-matter to sink deeply into the floor-below.

It was safe to say that our heroes had almost won the day; it was just a matter of finishing up these last couple of threads that remained.

KnightOfNight IDIDMYTIME

 

[KnightOfNight]

As Spicy took a moment to take in the fruits of her heroic labors, her heart swelled with pride. "Hey kid! You see that? I'm the best hero there is!" Looking around the bar for the kid, she could only find the rude old man from before on the ground getting slapped upside the head by fleeing villains, countless thugs that were either dead or dying, and a large horned man dressed in red. "Huh, guess the Earthlings were right, he is real. Hey Satan, you see a kid around here? I kinda don't want him to die?" But before she could be answered, another barrage of balls was launched at her.

"Again?! Didn't you see it doesn't work?! Just give up!" Closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye, Spicy threw a punch to the face of one of the attackers, ensuring that his nose would never be straight again, and the other was sent flying over the bar with a backhand. Dusting her hands off and turning back to continue her discussion with Satan, she found herself face to face with another person armed with that strange laser blaster. "Uhh..." Before she could point out how pointless it was, the apparent fan of the Sinister Whatever opened fire and didn't stop until he emptied the magazine. Naturally Spicy was unharmed and really just confused about why he even tried, at least until she realized the real damage it had done. While the bullets had bounced harmlessly off her skin, they had ripped through her shirt to do so. And while her modesty was still intact, she was not happy about the idea of wearing damaged clothing.

While the gunman was frozen in fear, Spicy took his jacket from off his body before lifting him over her head and smashing him through the bar. Heading over to the large masked man as she tossed the jacket on and zipped it up, she called out to him. "Alright Satan, I'm bored with this. You see the kid? I kinda want to go anywhere but here now."

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

The flurry of kicks kicks and punches was enough to enrage Logan. He lifted himself up and screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking a table across the room and into the arms of Mammoth, who snapped the table in half and tossed it aside. Logan felt his claws grow to full size, a grunt stared at him in fear, Logan stared back, a drop of blood coming out of his mouth. The frightened grunt was tossed onto a pool table, which broke. Logan chuckled and recieved a punch from Mammoth. Logan looked at him and screamed, Logan pierced his claws into Mammoths abdomen and pinned him to the wall.

Mammoth grunted and pushed Logan to the ground, where Logan jumped up instantaneously and slashed away at Mammoth, turning Mammoth into a bloody mess. Logan kicked Mammoths head and countered an ambush attack by two grunts, cutting one into pieces and spearing the other through the neck. This caused the others to recoil in fear, some running away throwing anything they could at the trio. Logan walked over to the Bull and the bulletproof, telekinetic girl, hyperventilating and growling. "So, looks like were in this together?" He asked, looking at the bloodied bodies of the men they have either killed or injured. He knew people would be after them, and that he then came to the realization that they were now vigilantes of some sort.

KnightOfNight Scion

 

[Scion]

"Satan? Satan is here? The location of the child?" Toro Rojo asked while placing his right fist against his chin in thought, as it was what thinkers would do when needing answers to questions. "Uuuuh...." droned on the great beast of red spandex as he began sliding his leftmost hoof back and forth, further marring the floor below. Meanwhile the grandfather of the boy, realized that this was his chance to not only get out of this chaotic bar, but also to help his kinda stupid grandson out of a pickle.

After all, Chaco followed the path Grandfather Ramirez went on long ago, they shared the path of the luchador. And the luchador, the ones who chose the way of the mask, were bound to that secrecy until the day finally came where they lost the gamble with the mask on the line. So crawling out from underneath the booth and brushing himself off, Ramirez cleared his throat.

"Oh yeah, mi dulce niño, Chacho escaped during that whole mess with Paco." With that the grandfather clasped his hands together and gave a bow of the head, "Thank you heroes for, taking the heat off of me and letting me have a chance to hide. I would've helped but, these old bones haven't gone to battle for some time now." He glanced up at Toro Rojo, "Sooo, uh Toro Rojo..."

"Yes granpaaaaa-" El Toro Rojo shook his head before fixing his mistake, "Granpartner?"

"I'll go tell your uh, older allies, well I'll say you won't be back until night. Go have fun with your new friends." With that said, Toro Rojo had a great twinkle in his eye and a big smile from ear to ear as the grandfather proceeded to exit the bar. Toro Rojo looked between Logan and Spicy and began doing several fist pumps. "YAAAAAAAAAAY! New friends! New friends who can do heroic lucha things! C'mon!"

With that said, Toro Rojo exited the bar as well before spinning around with great precision as a thought occurred to him. "We need a cool name for our stable."

IDIDMYTIME KnightOfNight

 

[KnightOfNight]

"Huh? You're not Satan?" Spicy joined in on Toro Rojo's thinking pose and cocked her head. Surely this man was what the Earthlings had named Satan, but now that she thought about it, what does that even mean? Her eyes drifted across the bar from Toro Rojo, to Wolverine who was the only one still standing that had been wounded, and finally to the kid's grandfather who was hiding under a table. "Ah, old man uhh... Granpaaaaartner? Is it a good idea to let the child run around outside?"

With the old man's exit, Spicy turned her focus back to Toro Rojo and Wolverine and their idea of teaming up to fight more crime. Toro was especially excited by the idea and celebrated in an overly childish way. Almost as if... It was standard Earth culture? Nodding to herself for figuring it out on her own, she decided to address the idea. "Uhh... Don't you think we should give each other names first? I'm Spicy. Spicy Delight. Old Man Granpaaaaartner said you were Toro Rojo, and you are..." Spicy once again took up the Earthling pose of deep thought and squinted at Wolverine. "You look like a... Todd? Yes, Todd. A good name for someone of your stature. Spicy Delight, Toro Rojo, and Todd. No, too wordy, how about... The Spicy Delights?"

Nodding to the others, confident in the name she came up with, another thought crossed her mind. "Don't heroic teams like us, The Spicy Delights, have secret bases? All I have is my..." Spicy took a moment to think of the words best for describing what she had in mind to the Earthlings without using the embarrassing name her mother had given it. "Right, space car, that's what your people call them."

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[Normal_Is_Boring]

N I G H T C R A W L E R​

*BAMF*
Kyle peered around the building corner, making sure no one had seen him. He ran his hand, which appeared human right now, through his messy black hair, which was actually blue under the thin holographic image covering his body. He placed his hat back on his head which was a part of his uniform, along with a red polo and khaki shorts. It wasn't the most flattering uniform, but he needed any money he could get these days and the delivery service loved him. Of course they didn't know he could teleport, all they knew is that he was unbelievably fast. Kyle was smart enough to not be too fast. He had to make it reasonable. Fine by him, it gave him time to get other things done while on the job.

This particular day Kyle was making a delivery to a bar. He had a few cases of silverware and glasses. He made a delivery here last week with the same items, but apparently they needed more already. About ten minutes later Kyle found out why. He had placed the cases in the back and headed into the main area to find someone to sign the papers. The mess was atrocious. No wonder they needed the glasses asap, there was broken glass everywhere. Sighing, he got his signature and left, done with his job for the day. As soon as he got back outside he hid in a dark corner of the alley, fidgeting with his watch. He decided to keep his appearance the way it was (he rarely changed the actual appearance of his human form) and decided on some casual street clothes. Dark jeans, combat boots, and a plain white t-shirt. Blending in was his main goal. Emerging from the shadows, he made his way around towards the front of the bar. He shoved his hands into his pockets and rounded the corner, plopping down onto a bench near the main doors., careful to have his tail along his leg as he sat so it wouldn't be visible outside of the hologram.

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Logan walked out of the bar, the cuts in his cheeks slowly recovering, he heard a slight poof but brushed it off, thinking it was some random everyday thing. He walked over to his car, it was an old run down Sedan, with a motorcycle carrier on the back, a dirty motorbike sat there, he turned to the group, noticing a guy sit down on a bench behind them and suggested a place to the group. "Theres an old workshop by Hell's Kitchen, one half has been used by a diner but the other half faces an alley. It's got a garage for 2 cars and a room. It isn't much but that's what i've been calling home the past few months." He suggested, studying the side of his car, which had blood and scratches on it, probably from fleeing patrons.

Logan turned back to the group after wiping the blood off his car. "So, are you coming?" He asked. These were his new teammates, both significantly strange. Once the girl suggested a space ship he knew that this team was made up of uncanny individuals, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

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