Fandom MARVEL's Earth 17371 Roleplay

[Booperboy]

Three Months Later​

The world had been shaken by the death of such a powerful individual, almost as if its former beloved heroes themselves had perished. The news stations hailed the "Pulse" as a catalyst of what could be a new era, the second coming on a more modern hero. Ever since the pulse the superhuman community boomed with activity, whether it was a good of bad thing was up for debate. Inspired individuals who barely knew how to control their powers run rampant through the streets with their new abilities to fight along the previously established heroes to fight the new horde of enemies that surely would be coming their way. Critics are divided on whether this is a good or bad situation. On one hand there would be an serge of activity from street level onward that would surely have some fallout on the common public. Some think this is a critical moment of a previously stale industry that could have great connotations for crime fighting and as well as public morale.

The government was quick to respond, invigorating programs such as S.H.E.I.L.D. tasked in monitoring those effected by the Pulse and guiding these individuals as best as possible. Heroes of previous generations had taken up the roles of leading the new recruits. However there was still much work left to be done.



A calm breeze rolled over central park as many occupants of the city went about their daily business, a numerous absent minded individuals migrating from one destination from another passed by each other seamlessly like air through leaves. The very fibers of the city rattled in harmony, a rumbling heartbeat of the artery like street city streets succumbing to the footsteps of the vessels that keep it going. Amongst these individuals was a young man with headphones and hoodie on, smiling as his music filtered the noises of the rumbling big apple, on his way to a particular building in Greenwich after being dismissed from his last period in Midtown High.

As if on cue, the ground beneath their feet shook, causing the masses to stumble over each other in a feeble attempt to catch their footing. Not all of the activity was good.

A few blocks away, a figure emerged from a smokescreen, unscathed by the surrounding commotion. Why? Because he was the center of it all.

The local police set up a barricade between him and the general public, however it was obvious that they were ill equipped to handle such a threat.

The young man cut into a into an alleyway, running as fast as he could away from the danger. As they say, "some are fighters, some are flighters".
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[Peach Tea]

The Greek​

Milo had been chilling in a hole-in-the-wall sort of cafe, calmly talking to a friend of hers when the commotion started.
“I apologize that you are being mistaken when thinking that the last fry is yours my friend,” she had a strange, soft sounding voice that to some would be calming and kind, while to others could be viewed as weak and annoying. Her friend, Michael, glared at her and started to slap her hand away, “nuh-uh, tzt, I payed with my money, which makes tzt it my fry.” Michael had a strange twitching side effect that came with his ability, but it didn’t seem to matter to Milo.

She eyed the foil that had held the fry and smirked. Alluminum. I’m
“That is where you are wrong!” she focused and the holder of the fry flew towards her and snatched the greasy potato stick and was just about to jab it into her mouth when the commotion began. The smoke was what first grabbed her attention, but next was the people running and screaming and the shaking of the ground seemed to top it off.

Milo dropped the fry and stood up, the implanted stone in her chest glowing a delicate purple color.
“Tzt oh no, Milo don’t even think about tzt it.” Michael’s brow furrowed with worry, and he looked around at the people a small part of his lip curling.
“Calm down, all we have to do is simply check it out to make sure nobody is harmed then we can run like everyone else,” She cast him one of her reassuring smiles, but Michael seemed unmoved.
“No no tzt no, not this time I’m going to run like everybody tzt else. When you tzt decide to stop trying tzt to tzt be Doctor tzt Strange, meet me at tzt whatever Safe tzt House the police are going to tzt set up.”

And just like that, Michael stood and ran off, joining in with the flow of everybody else. Some people were fighters, and others were flighters, and it now became apparent which type of person Michael was. Milo ran out the front door, but went against the tides of people to figure out what was happening.

 

[fin]

Thaddeus was seated in his fourth floor office, sorting through a flood of documents and reports. A couple who'd been filing for divorce sat before him, the wife sobbing as her soon-to-be ex-husband watched sheepishly, anxiously scrolling through his phone. Tad adjusted his black-tinted goggles, technically being a proportionate bat, his eyesight in the light wasn't on par with those of a regular human. In the dark though, his seeing thrived. "Mister and Missus Young-- well, Mister Young and Missus Jane now, your files have each been signed and approved by mean along with your signatures. I'll be setting up a court hearing regarding custody over your child, but for nor, I think the mister should take guardianship." Thaddeus pulled a piece of tissue paper from a box on his desk, handing it to the missus. He knew she was about to argue for rights over the child before the office building shook. The two clients raced towards the window, pulling open the blinds. In Tad's head, his echolocation abilities had fired off, an x-ray image of the floor pulsing beneath him, leading up to the source of the matter- the man.

"You should-- you should leave. Earthquake's like this aren't common around these parts, something's up. Stay safe, and stay with family. Don't go out alone." The mister and missus took a quick glance at one another, surprisingly falling into a rough make out session in front of the lawyer before parting ways with speed. "Well that was awkward." Thaddeus said to himself, getting up from his seat. He dialled Abigail's number to no avail with a sigh, "Hope she's okay." Under his desk, Thaddeus pulled out a large container, flicking open the locks before revealing his Camazotz costume. "Showtime."

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Camazotz trekked gracefully atop the surrounding buildings of Manhattan, only his enhanced maneuverability allowing him to move and jump at such high speeds amidst the quake that shook them . He could make out Midtown high, only hoping that Abigail was safe somewhere in there, but with her rebellion, was sure she wouldn't be for long. His echolocation abilities had finally led him to the scene, sat perched on the roof top, watching as the man responsible for it all stood surround by the police. In a break for it, the man seemed to cut into the alley, calling for Zotz to follow after. He leapt onto another tree, using his cape to glide down before continuing on foot.

"Some are fighters. Ha, and some are flighters."
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"Three-hundred eighty-six decibels, Mrs. Hunter!" Abigail responded to her teacher in a hurry. Math class was bored up until the teacher started asking what Abby had dubbed, the easy stuff. Abigail turned to see her classmates, taking a quick glance at her bright desk. Her phone lit up in her hand, opening random snaps in boredom as she swiped through her snapchat persona. Bobby is typing... The words blew Abigail's mind as her middle school crush had just texted her. "ur so smart, could u help me after class?" Abigail looked up at her one and only, blond hair slicked back into a man-bun, tanned face, freckles, and all-in-all, his midtown basketball warm up shirt on. What a hottie... She thought to herself, looking away only when he'd looked to her. She quickly turned to answer, though right in action, her phone descended, the ground beneath the students rumbling.

"Class, remain calm. Everyone down on their knees in the middle of the class. Stay away from the desks." Mrs. Hunter called, speaking into a walkie talkie to alert the school of the occurrence, the same seemed to happen to the other classes. Books fell off shelves, whole desks collapsing and students gasping in fear. Abby definitely knew something was up, since when did earthquakes occur in New York when it wasn't an earth quake. Looking down at her phone again, she dusted off the dirt from when it'd first dropped, cursing at the missed call from Thaddeus. As if right on time, Abby turned to see a whole book shelf descending on the other students, and with quick reflex, jumped forward to hold and push it back up, her strength leaving her teacher and fellow students in awe. Abby turned anxiously to the teacher after the feat, in which she nodded. She knew what it meant.

In long strides, ignoring the rumbling ground, Abigail pushed through the classroom and out the door into the hall. It was time for Interstellar to intervene.

 

[A Common Man]

Stilt-Man!

Dan slowly began to wake up. Yesterday was a long night, fighting against many gangs. Dan looked around his house and slowly began to get up. Dan looked around and did his daily routine. Burha his teeth, take a shower, have something to eat and then watch some TV. Dan plopped down on his couch and turned on the TV.

Dan noticed the news were on about some sort of earthquake and a figure causing it. Dan quickly turned off the TV and got up. Then Dan sighed. "Where did I put my suit?" Dan wondered. He started running around the houde before finslly finding his suit. He quickly put it on and walked out of his house.

A few minutes later....

Dan was getting closer and cliser. It was hard to walk because he could feel the rumbling but he carried on. Dan looked at a few people who were looling at him. "Never fear...Stilt-Man is here!" Dan said using his cheesy catchprhase.

 

[Neon Valkyrie]

aka The Fantastic Noel Miller​

Noel heaved a heavy sigh, watching a long twirl of vapour trail down the sidewalk in the wind. An old woman caught in its path scowled at her. Noel scowled back. She wasn't your typical Canadian. Shifting uncomfortably as she turned her stare back across the street, at nothing in particular, she took another sip of coffee. SHIELD had set up a lot of things for her when she moved away from her parents; A home, a therapist, emancipation, her own ID, even a home-school program. She'd gotten herself a job, working a few nights out of the week at a dry cleaners, and was starting to feel more like she had a life here, but there was one last milestone ... a bank account. Watching another puff of smoke twirl down the sidewalk, she pulled one of her earbuds out as the old woman, just now hobbling past, turned to scold her.

"-other people's air too young lady, what are you even getting out of-"
"Yeah, I don't see your name on the sidewalk."
"I pity you the lack of guidance you've clearly suffered from in your upbringing."
"What does that even-I pity you the march of time!"

The old woman gave her a crooked middle finger just as Agent Wilmore's voice came back onto the phone, replacing the irritatingly poppy hold music that had been playing over her earbuds.

"Alright, well everything I have says it's been sent to you."
"I'm telling you, I don't have it ... I've gone through the papers you gave me, like, a MILLION times. I have state secrets in my backpack right now, but I don't have my declaration. They're telling me I can't open the account unless I have it, or a f@#king parent to cosign."
"Jesus Noel, watch the language, would you? You've told them to call-"
"Of course! They looked at me like I just told them I was f@#king Supergi-Woah!"

Noel fell silent as the sidewalk quivered beneath her feet. A clamour moved through the crowded sidewalk, and even traffic stopped for a few moments. It was the sirens that began blaring moments later that suggested this wasn't your usual earthquake. New Yorkers could handle an earthquake. Noel just chewed at her lip. She would already have been off sprinting if not for one, terrible fact that had only just dawned on her; She wasn't wearing her suit under her clothing. In her rush to make her appointment, she'd forgotten to take it back out of her bag.

"What? What's wrong?"
"I uh, I've gotta go, apparently state law JUST changed."

Noel hung up the phone. It wasn't like she could just dash into a Starbucks and demand to use the bathroom, then storm out moments later in costume ... someone might take her bag. Thumbing through google maps for no more than a few seconds, the little blonde took off sprinting just as the crowd began to flow out of the area. Ahead, a few blocks down, loomed a Library, people flooding past its large stone steps in droves.

Deking up the stairs, Noel pushed past the rent-a-cop calmly asking everyone to leave and dashed up to the top floor, the archives. Microfiche, old newspapers, public records. No one came to the archives. Sprinting through empty stacks, balancing her backpack, coffee cup, vape, and phone, Noel managed to shove all but her coffee into the little white sack, crumpling all of her important papers. She stopped abruptly when she came to the corner of the building, a little lounge area with couches and tables, and large windows for reading ... or for escaping through. There was a well-dressed, but dishevelled college student sleeping on one of the couches, her backpack clutched between her arms.

Noel weighed her options, and after a few second, slid out of her clothing and into her costume. The woman was still asleep when she slid her pack back across her shoulders, and moved to the window. Still clutching her coffee cup, she opened the large, single pane and leapt up to the roof to get a better view of the area. Standing tall on the corner of the building, her hair caught in the wind, Weaver downed the last of her coffee, dropping the cup from the building and watching it sail down, down, down, and bounce off the edge of a trash can. She frowned.

Police vans were weaving down the street through the dense mid-day traffic, sirens blaring, heading off toward the source of the commotion.

Weaver followed.

Spoiler: TL;DR

Noel has just been rejected for opening a bank because because her handler at SHIELD forgot to give her paperwork essential to proving she's emancipated. The quake draws her attention, and she realizes she's forgotten to put on her suit under her clothes. Runing to a deserted section of the nearby library, Noel changes into her Weaver costume and chases after some police vehicles heading to the scene.

 

[Lux___Wolf]

--O-R-I-O-N----D-U-N-N--

Central Park. NYC. Orion Dunn was on a gay date at a breakfast diner.
He sat uncomfortably opposite a dashing male model, blushing pink.
They had flirted, joked here and there, until a phone rang. Both checked.
Orion held up a finger, mouthed an apology, clearly having to take this.

"Heather?" He glanced out the window, listening for his ex-wife.
"This a bad time?"
"No, no, um do you need something?"
He glanced at his date, wincing a smile. His date knifed a pancake.
"Max's come down with a cold, I ran out of medicine ..."
"Ah, I can go to the store today, that's not a problem."
"Thanks, Ry. Okay. Well, I'm going into the subway."
"Don't worry about it, I got it. You have a good day now."

Click. Dial tone.

Orion returned his attention to his date, clearing his throat, "Sorry. My ex-wife. So you were saying, you tripped down a runway?"

They chuckled before the funny humiliating story resumed until the table knocked one side, slamming into the floor. Plates, utensils, glasses clacked as Orion grabbed onto his date for stability. People had yelped out shortly until a jarring silence left them looking about startled and confused. That was way too brief to be an earthquake.

They looked out the window. Smoke flooded from one place. Then, faint yelling and screaming. Crowds with pitter-pattering feet began to move. The diner seemed paralyzed, rooted with fear. His date swore under bated breath. "Not another super freak..." A pulse of weird energy rippled under Orion's skin, raising hair on its end. And in the depths of his waking dream, a neon face emerged from darkness. An otherworldly voice trembled: Go to.

"I'll handle this," he muttered to himself. His date noticed, with alarm growing on his pretty face. "No, I didn't burn a disc yet, so you can't come out. No, you listen to me, it's not time. You stay put. I'll go check it out. It could be nothing."

Orion looked to his date, "Got to go. This was really nice. Uh, I'll call you?"

The guy said nothing, like a deer caught in headlights, so Orion headed out the door, chiming a bell. He ran on foot, bumping through the fleeing people, his mind zipping through the situation as police vans wailed. He had left his laser weapons back home, so all he had was ... himself ... and the alien thing that lurked within.

His eyes glowed, x-raying through the gushing smoke, the bodies, vehicles, and skyscrapers. Local police had set up a barricade between them and a man standing at the heart of all the commotion. Not good.

TLDR; Orion was on a gay date that got interrupted.

 

[thebigbadwolfy]

Marcelo Rios
Mothboy​

[div style="width:60%;margin:auto;"]Mars sat, casually flipping through the hotel's TV channels. He and his father had spent the whole day, walking around New York and sightseeing.

"We're taking it all in!" Nikolas Rios clapped his hands over his son's shoulder, jostling him in a friendly, reserved-for-fathers manner.
Mars scrunched his nose, slumping in a way that made him smaller. "Couldn't we take it all in-" he waved a hand, "where it doesn't smell like piss and also with food in our stomachs?"
"Come on, pal. It's a city. It smells like piss everywhere. But, if it's food you want, what about some hole in the wall place, huh?" His dad was like every lame tourist ever, and Mars was partly convinced it was done to torment him personally. From his son's look, he figured that wasn't in the picture. "Alright, maybe some high-ballin' place. The kind that doesn't require reservations."

And, well, that never happened. They snatched some eats from some fine-dining on wheels and continued on their way. But his dad had promised somewhere fancy for dinner. The reservations weren't for another few hours, so they had returned to the hotel and were taking a breather after their first day in the big city. Mars sighed, finally deciding that there was absolutely nothing worth watching and switched back to the news, listening to the idle sound of water from the bathroom as his father showered. Then he read the Breaking News! line and bolted upright. Something was happening several blocks away. The kind of thing he knew he could help deal with. "Oh, crap," the boy muttered under his breath, scrambling to his feet. He threw his duffelbag onto the bed and pulled out his superhero gear, quick to start putting it all on. "Hey, uhm, dad?" The young man called, hopping up and down on one foot while tugging his boots on.

"Yes?" Came the muffled reply behind steam, running water, and doors.

"I think I'm gonna go uhm, use the hotel's workout room!"

"Burn some calories before that big dinner, huh!"

"Yeah," He laughed lightly, wiggling into the harness and tightening it. "Gotta keep up the summer bod! Alright, I'm headed out!"

And with that, Mars was hopping off the open balcony. Thank God for wings, or this run would have been hell. [/div]

 

[Karcen]

Sol was doing what she always did, playing games in the air tight windowless, cell that passed for a room in what she was sure was a shield prison when the earthquakes started. Sol honestly couldn't care less so what if a few buildings fell over it wasn't her problem those people had legs and arms they could use them. Really she had been in this damned cell for nearly two months after shield had figured out how to hold her at least for awhile and it beat the locker they basically had her in before, and knew next to nothing about anything outside as they didn't really allow her outside time or any connection. All this because her house happened to blow up someone really needed to tell shield about the bill of rights, damned jerks. Still they couldn't keep her here forever and they had learned how to get her to behave, games, as she needed nothing else.

Thus Sol was loaded up into one of shield's seemingly endless fleets of aircraft that they had, really where the fuck did they get all this money to make custom holding cells, and have billions if not trillions of dollars worth of machines. Which brought up a question if if shield actually ever managed to do anything with all these toys? Really did they, all anyone ever talked about was the heroes never how the waves of disposable government workers deposed the villain and saved the day. As the helicopter flew towards the area some person that Sol apparently should remember was telling her about the mission. Sol didn't pay the person any attention, in game briefings were always so boring unless it was an RTS other wise she could just deal with a picture and a go get them the after this started the faster she got her prize.

" You got all that" The ahndler asked

Sol blinked she had zoned out and hadn't heard a word he said " Yeah yeah go in do something stop bad guy then profit" Sol said showing she hadn't even paid attention.

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

The Daughter of Baron Zemo

Within the halls of the New York Library, Sophia Zemo searched tirelessly through every single document she can get her hands on. The girl sighed and muttered under her breath, "Three Months of Research and I'm still no closer in finding out where my father is." She then threw up her hands in defeat. 'If only I had access to SHIELD's archives then maybe I might get somewhere...' she thought for a moment then brushed the idea off, 'Yeah right, like SHIELD would ever open up their archives to a Zemo...'

'My father's up to something, I just know it,' Sophia then stood up from her chair and made her way to the exit when the earth beneath her shook. "An earthquake in New York?!" she exclaimed as she rushed outside to be met with panicking civilians as chaos filled the streets of New York caught the attention of the young fledgling heroine. A smile grew on her face with the thought that this may be a plan devised by her father. she ran into an alley to hide from the crowd and out from the shadows Sophia Zemo emerged as Citizen V, "Looks like it's time for Citizen V to Strike!" Citizen V then ran towards the source of the chaos.

 

[DOUBLENICK3L]

David Lang
"Ant-Man"
"Can I get a regular crif dog, included with bacon please? Thank you." Ordering a personal favorite from New York's number 1 weiner, David was killing time to meet up with his buddy, Edwin. He decided to buy himself something after Edwin took a long time arriving in the restaurant. Looking around to see everyone enjoy their lunch, David was losing patience for his order. VZZT! Suddenly, David's phone went off. He checked what the commotion was, and apparently his sister sent him a text.

Spoiler: Message

Cassie

them

David!

me

Yeah, what's up Cass?

them

New York is rumbling, and I'm worried.

me

In a good way or a bad way?

them

Both technically. Just come back home and suit--

me

And suit...?

me

um....

me

Cass r u still there?

me

Hello?

Unexpectedly, Cassie stopped texting. She wouldn't usually leave David empty-handed on a text but today's different. He received his order inside of to-go box. Leaving his change, David felt a odd pat on the shoulder.

"I see someone was eager to eat."
"You're late Edwin."
"I had errands to deal with."
"Like what?"
"Personal errands."

David was held up by Edwin, who tried to make excuses for not coming earlier. He couldn't handle him right now due to his concerns with Cassie. "Look Edwin, my sis texted me and I gotta go--", before David could finish, everyone in the bar stood still. Quietness went through the room with silent whispers. Then, tables went shaking and glasses were breaking. Waiters try to calm everybody down but the loud noise from the shake increased. The doors were overrun by terrified people. David took a quick glance at Edwin, only to head exit the place themselves. Outside New Yorkers were running from what seemed to be an earthquake?

"What the hell is going on?'
"It seems like we're experiencing a earthquake!"
"I thought earthquakes only appear in California?"
"There must've been a crack in the nearest fault line."
"What are we gonna do? We can't just stand here and die!"
"Go home Edwin. I need to find my sister."

David desperately runs through a crowd leaving Edwin behind. He heads to a nearby phone booth. He closes the door and begins to grab something out of his pocket. It appeared David was holding on miniaturized suit. He toggles the suit's belt and in matter of seconds, David holds his Ant-Man suit. He puts the suit and helmet on and exits the booth. "Alright. Cassie warned me about New York rumbling a few minutes ago, meaning the quake happened where she was before it happened here." David was processing how the earthquake could be heading through New York, occurring to one city to the next. "The earthquake might possibly head to another location. Maybe it could be stopped from its origin." David shrinks into the size of ant. His helmet's antennas ring when a close-by flying ant pickups Dave, as they try to find the source of New York's earthquake.

Spoiler: TL;DR

David stops by Crif Dogs and receives a text message from his sister about an earthquake happening in New York. Then, a friend of his meets up with him before the quake hits near David. He leaves the restaurant and becomes Ant-Man, looking for the origins of the earthquake.

 

[Lil Shirou]

Maxine has spent most of the last the three months trying to reestablish herself after the pulse. It was chaotic to say the least. New York already having every super power type was bad enough. Now max was busy trying to help with new threats to the average person. Police barely able to compete with fireball and brimstone. Max was lucky as shifter she could help do what the police can't do.

She remembers a time that was easier on her. When she had a friend that never judge her on bring a mutant. A girl in a wheelchair. Turning into kittens and puppies just to get a smile. She never knew what happen to her friend just that their was an explosion at her friend's house. Time seem to stand still as she tried to put the pieces together. Max began writing a online blog around this time. Mainly about her adventure in New York. She write her blog stories always as fiction and in her point of view. Leaving out details or changing places. The reality is she hope her friend was alive and maybe she was reading her stories.

Maxine currently writing one of her stories when suddenly she feels a earthquake. " this is weird. Even for New York. " max said out loud to no one as she lives alone in her apartment that smelled like bad Chinese food. After feeling everything shake again Max decided to go check it out. She concentrate on what a hawk looks and feels like. Hair and skin turn in feathers and her arms into wings. She shrunk to the bird's height. Out the window she went after she finish the transformation. Max literally went to get her bird's eye view of New York city and see why there was so many earthquakes suddenly.

Karcen

 

[Coldpopz]

HOOOOONK. The ship's horn blared through the harbor as the vessel carried its occupants past the Statue of Liberty. Overhead, the yellow sun cast its golden light over New York's buildings. Ever since Ego's death and the global genocide that ensued, the emptiness of the city had been something of a void that demanded to be filled. People from all over the world rushed to fill the vacant suburbs, while others left the city to escape the pain that had been left behind by the memories of their loved ones. Nonetheless, space was constantly being traded back and forth like debris in a tornado. If someone waited, they might just find themselves out of luck. That was why she came.

Zara's amber eyes flicked between the massive statue and the metropolis ahead. From her place at the bow of the ship, the sound of breaking waves from below reached her ears. Once again, her irides drifted to the torch that the monument upheld. Liberty, they called it. Though the other passengers wore blue jeans and big coats, an animal fur was draped around her shoulders, as well as a raccoon skin upon her walnut hair. She shifted uncomfortably beneath all her garb as the sun struck her with its pale rays. Every toe curled in the thick boots that embraced her feet, and a thin sheen of moisture emerged on her forehead. Was it the sea that made the air smell like copper, or was it her own sweat? Either way, it was much better in Serbia.

HOOOOOOONK. Another horn later, and the ship was pulling itself into port. Bells chimed with steady rhythms as the steel behemoth dropped anchor and pulled alongside the docks. A ramp dropped onto the adjacent concrete ground, and Zara began to make way towards it with both her bags. Despite the culling of humanity, the girl was still getting bumped and pushed from every direction. Her gaze remained lowered, however, as she quietly tried to maneuver through. Suddenly, she jumped at the sound of a nearby TV as it switched on unexpectedly. "Thank you for sailing with Cisco Seaways. Be safe out there," it yelled.

Loud thuds emanated from the soles of her boots as she descended the ramp. Gusts of salty wind pushed a few locks of shiny hair into her face, and she rolled her neck to make them return to their rightful places. In doing so, her eyes were lifted to the city she had entered. The bright orbs widened. No matter how far she craned her head up, she could not see the tops of the buildings around her. Endless beams of steel and glass loomed down at the tiny ants that built them, and the only thing that outmatched their grandeur was the scale of noise that bombarded Zara at every turn. Cars, planes, boats, people- children. Her eyes locked onto a mother who was pushing a stroller forward, along with the husband and a little girl in tow. A smile curled its way to the corner of the foreigner's lip, and she watched as they disappeared around a bend in the distance.

Sighing, she dropped her bags and pulled a map out of her coat. The hotel that Mother had arranged was somewhere called... Midtown. And Zara was in... Lower Manhattan. Both knees suddenly went weak as she saw how far that was. Luckily, there were plenty of magical yellow transport machines that sped through the streets. With her luggage in both hands again, the young woman strode forth. About ten steps later, her face contorted as the center of her stomach twisted into a knot, and growled at her ferociously. Fortunately, the smell of something edible touched her nose. She quickly made her way to a hotdog cart with light footsteps, as if she were still on a hunt back home. The vendor, a fat middle-aged man, hollered out, "Dawgs! Git yr dawgs heeya!" As soon as he saw her approach, his mouth was already open to feed her a pitch about how his food was the best in NY, but it froze in place as two $100 bills were dropped onto his booth. Incredulous, he handed her a pair of hotdogs and remarked, "You sure you don't want the whole cart?"

"No thank you," she replied. A thick, Eastern European accent dripped from her voice, and her pupils looked as though they dilated at the sight of meat. Both rows of teeth quickly sunk into the sausages, and not even the spilling of hot grease was enough to keep her from satiating her hunger. Admittedly, this food tasted funny, but it had its strengths. Most of all, it was this readily available? Turning around and looking back at the gigantic buildings around her, Zara had the feeling that she would like it here, even if she was burning alive in her furs.

Health: 100%

Status: Awe
Location: New York City
Interacting With: N/A
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Spoiler: Custom Character Sheet

Fury File #x32: Flashfire​

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  SEX: Female
  
  AGE: 22
  
  HEIGHT: 5'11
  
  WEIGHT: 145 lbs
  
  SPECIES: Mutant
  
  APPEARANCE: Taking after the appearance of her grandmother, Wanda Maximoff, Zara sports the high cheekbones and strong jaw of her Eastern European heritage. She has hazel eyes and brown, wavy hair. When energy manipulation is in use, her irides tend to either flash or wholly become red. On a normal basis, she is usually seen wearing loose clothing with pieces of her grandmother's gypsy culture (despite her mother's protests).
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Basic Hand to Hand Combat - Zara has been trained in numerous wrist locks and basic Krav Maga tactics, but has yet to apply them in a real fight.
  
  Advanced Knife Combat - Though she has not been in a real knife fight, the majority of her skill is dedicated in bladed combat. Her mother, Laura Kinney, practiced with Zara for hours when she was growing up.
  
  Quick Thinker - Leave it to her to quickly find a solution in a jam.
  
  Hunting and Fishing
  
  Cold Weather Survival
  
  Herbalism / Gardening
  
  Cooking
  
  
  
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  Background:
  Zara is the granddaughter of Wanda Maximoff and Vision, and the daughter of Billy Kaplan and Laura Kinney. Her father, Thomas Maximoff, was reincarnated as William "Billy" Kaplan (Wiccan) after his soul was drawn out of Mephisto. Zara's mother decided to raise the baby far from the chaos and influence of the western hemisphere, where markers of the broken heroic age served as constant reminders of the world that once was. When she was born, Laura thanked the heavens that her daughter had no powers.
  Thus, Zara was brought up in the snowy woods of Siberia. There, she learned to live off the land through hunting, fishing, and gardening. Even though the girl had never known about the superheroes that once populated the planet, she was aware of the fact that Laura was not like other people. The way she healed, her claws... they were all traits that were unfamiliar to Zara. When this became apparent to Laura, the mother simply warned her daughter "to never let anyone use her for what they wanted."
  Time passed, and the little girl grew into a young woman. That's when it happened. Ego died. Both mom and child were extremely surprised to find out that Zara had been given powers, but Laura knew that things could not continue like the last two decades. Not when there was an entire world that Zara had never seen, and it was filled with people who would come for them. Though she was filled with sadness, the mother sent her beloved daughter off to New York.
  
  
  Personality Traits:
  
  + Curious: Zara exhibits a constant hunger to learn new things and explore the world she never encountered. The scale of huge buildings, magic tricks, technological marvels such as "flying machines" and "text messages" all fascinate her. However, when combined with her ignorance of certain aspects of modern culture, her curiosity can often come off as naive or child-like.
  
  + Caring: Early in life, the young mutant had shown an affinity for empathy and kindness. She would give some of her grains to nearby squirrels and other small animals, and hunting always seemed to strike a nerve with her. With time, her sensitivity to killing other beings lessened as she came to understand the necessity of survival, but she never failed to give thanks and respect the animals she slew.
  
  Mysterious: "Remember my story, Ana. Never let them control you."
  - Laura Kinney to Zara.
  After learning of her mother's tribulations in life, Zara has come to heed those words of advice. As a result, she typically keeps her background and heritage a secret. However, the numerous gypsy trinkets and her unusual fashion sense often give her an aura of exoticness that others are drawn to.
  
  - Easy to emotionally compromise: Despite Laura's best efforts, Zara still became a rather emotional and tumultuous woman. It shouldn't come as much of a surprise, considering her ancestry. Unfortunately, it does often play against her favor as she can be easy to offset, sometimes even on accident.
  
  
  • Hobbies: Cooking, the privilege known as 'Netflix,' and talking to animals.
  • Habits: Singing to herself in private.
  • Likes: Find out irp.
  • Dislikes: Find out irp.
  • Fears: Find out irp.
  • Hopes/Dreams: Find out irp.
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  Biometrics
  Power Class: Alpha
  Intelligence: 4/7
  Strength: 2/7 normal, 4/7 adamantium mode
  Speed: 2/7 ground, 4/7 flight
  Durability: 4/7 normal, 6/7 adamantium mode
  Energy Projection: 5/7
  Combat Skill Efficiency: 3/7
  
  
  Spoiler: Values' Scale

  Power Class:
  - Gamma: Normal and peak human to low level superhuman (Daredevil / Captain America).
  - Beta: Moderate threat, superhuman (Spider-Man).
  - Alpha: City buster or army level (Powerman, Absorbing Man).
  - Omega: Planetbuster.
  - Beyond Omega: Cosmic or interplanetary threat.
  
  Intelligence:
  1. Slow / Impaired
  2. Normal
  3. Learned
  4. Gifted
  5. Genius
  6. Super-genius
  7. Omniscient.
  
  Strength:
  1. Weak - Cannot lift body weight.
  2. Normal - Able to lift body weight.
  3. Peak Human - Able to lift body weight x2.
  4. Low Superhuman - Able to lift between 800 lbs and 25 tons.
  5. Superhuman - Able to lift between 25 and 75 tons.
  6. Peak Superhuman - Able to lift between 75 and 100 tons.
  7. Incalculable - Able to lift 100+ tons.
  
  Speed:
  1. Below normal: Slow
  2. Normal: Average muscular speed of a fit to athletic human.
  3. Enhanced human: Able to move at speeds between 40-200 mph.
  4. Superhuman: 200 mph - Mach 1
  5. Supersonic: Mach 2 through orbital velocity
  6. Speed of light: 186,000 miles per second
  7. Warp speed: Transcending light speed
  
  Durability:
  1. Weak: Susceptible to most types of damage and is easy to take out of a fight.
  2. Normal: About as durable as an athletic human, but can reach peak human levels of stamina with extreme determination.
  3. Enhanced: Able to naturally take more blunt force and keep going. May exhibit a level of heightened durability against a particular type of damage (energy, piercing and cutting, heat, etc).
  4. Regenerative: Able to heal from sustained damage at a rapid pace, anywhere between seconds and hours.
  5. Bulletproof: Unable to be damaged by normal cutting or piercing tools. Usually has a heightened resistance to blunt force.
  6. Superhuman: Resistant to most types of damage and is very hard to knock out.
  7. Virtually Indestructible
  
  Energy Projection:
  1. None
  2. Ability to discharge energy on contact
  3. Short range, short duration, single energy type
  4. Medium range, duration, single energy type
  5. Long range, long duration, single energy type
  6. Able to discharge multiple forms of energy
  7. Virtually unlimited command of all forms of energy
  
  Combat Skill Efficiency:
  1. Poor
  2. Normal
  3. Some training
  4. Experienced fighter
  5. Master of a single form of combat
  6. Master of several forms of combat
  7. Master of all forms of combat
  
  Powers:
  A latent effect of the magic that was used to reincarnate Billy Kaplan preserved Wanda's x-gene within him. When combined with Laura Kinney's DNA, something unexpected happened. The adamantium beta that laced Laura's bones became a genetic marker, and "bio-adamantium," alongside Wanda's energy manipulation (no chaos magic), was passed down to Zara.
  Unfortunately, Zara's x-gene was dormant. Though her cells were intrinsically bonded to adamantium within the cytoplasm, the metal could not rise to the surface in a protective layer without the command of the x-gene. Ego's death was the perfect stimulation. Because of the cosmic energy that washed over the Earth, Zara's gene activated and she gained control over her newfound powers, much to her surprise.
  
  - Bio-Adamantium: Each of Zara's cells are infused with adamantium beta, which lies dormant within the interior of her cells. On command, she can draw it to the forefront and become practically invulnerable. However, a loss of focus causes the adamantium to sink back into its resting state. Due to this, the process not only requires constant focus, but is also moderately difficult to hold.
  
  - Healing Factor: Even though Zara was given many gifts with her x-gene, she was not blessed with the full strength of Laura / Logan's regenerative capabilities. While she can heal a cut in minutes, or even seconds if it's minor enough, fatal wounds such as gunshots would require two hours or more.
  
  - Energy Manipulation / Telekinesis: The primary appearance of Zara's energy is a red field that can be turned into bolts or encompass objects (MCU Wanda, basically). This also grants her flight via tactile telekinesis. In tandem with her adamantium mode, she can also absorb other forms of energy and fire it back.
  
  - Telepathy: Zara can infiltrate and explore the minds of others. This can range from simple mind reading to invasive manipulation and full control (with strain), but it is untested against resisting humans.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  - Bio-Admantium Focus
  
  - Vulnerability to blades and bullets when normal
  
  - Lack of experience (currently)
  
  - Easy to emotionally compromise
  
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  - Street clothes
  
  - Curved dagger
  
  - Hidden dagger (x2)
  

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[Capza]

Armory

Zogun sipped his coffee. It's nearing lunch hour and the shawarma joint is filled up with customers. Today he's wearing his tie and suit, meaning no hero duties, no SHIELD wetwork. Today is his first normal day he had in weeks. Or abnormal, if one looked into his line of work.

He let out a satisfied ahh when the ground rumbled.

Earthquake? Here in New York? Shit. Not today. Today is my...

Suddenly his phone buzzed and the SHIELD logo is pulsing on the screen.

"Seriously?" he sighed and grabbed the shawarma as he left the joint and walked back to his car, a 1987 Ford Victoria.

He drove the Old Bucket down the main road until he reached a small pawn shop.

He entered the cramped shop and the shopkeeper sat behind the counter. He recognized Zogun immediately and unlocked the back door. Zogun stepped into an elevator and it descends into the basement. The basement is filled SHIELD tech and gadgets. One of the safe houses scattered around the world, aims to provide relief and support for SHIELD agents.

"You need guns, Zogun?" an old dwarf approached him. Zogun recognized the short man. He was a former helicarrier technician and now he's running this SHIELD safe house here in Queens.

"Nah. I'm here to change," Zogun answered and he used his mutant ability and a white box appeared from a portal. He opened the box and inside is his suit. A black titanium fiber suit, with hardened Kevlar plating armor. The shoulder plating has SHIELD logo embedded in it. The helmet is also black in color with red faceplate.

"Since the Pulse, things have been crazy. Well, crazier than normal." the dwarf said he's looking at the screen. "What's your take on this?"

"Probably some idealistic kid with newfound powers," Zogun answered as he put on the armor. "He didn't rob a bank. He just started a quake in Big Apple. He's making a statement. Or looking for trouble. Or trying to impressed somebody."

"Well, if he's making a statement, he's doing a good job." the dwarf snickered.

"He could start a blog. Or a vlog." Zogun complained and he grabbed the utility belt and checked the content.

"You're using 44 magnum autorevolvers?" the dwarf asked and he inspects the silver metallic gun.

"It uses recoil from firing to rotate the cylinder. And the barrel is aligned to the bottom of the cylinder, reducing the usual twisting motion." Zogun explained and he put the guns on his hips. Zogun looked at the screen. "You've pinpointed the source?"

"Yeah."

Send it to my comm." and Zogun put on the helmet. "You have transportation?"

 

[Aurum]

A light "beep" followed by the sound of her room's doors opening let Theresa know that someone was here to see her. She looked up from her book, at the familiar man walking towards her, but keeping a safe distance, just in case.
Reese sighed and let the book down on her bed, not really bothering to stand up, but eager to listen to what the director of the facility had to say. "I thought you may have been watching the news", he commented, looking at the screen that also served as mirror. He hadn't seen it on many times.
"Why? Did something happen?", Reese asked, a tint of worry escaping from her words. She finally stood up, and walked over to her desk, where the big mirror waited. With a touch of her finger, it lit up and started showing options for research and entertainment for the confined woman, and she selected all the news channels she could find. Almost all of them had the same event unfolding as their presentators commented, scared looks on their usually professional and serious faces. An earthquake in New York, some said. Others were already pinning blame on a new Oscillation mutant. Some went even further and asked the people who had escaped the attack site for opinions and testimonies, but no one seemed too sure about what was going on. "Well shit", Reese whispered, and turned around to look at the facility director, "that's close to my mother's job".
"We know", he answered in a serious, yet sympathetic tone. Most people here had a mix of compassion and respect for Reese DeMarco, which made them unable to treat her as coldly as they did most other subjects. "We thought you should know as well... We are trying to contact her and your siblings, but nothing so far".
The room's temperature went up 10 degress in that second. Reese's skin seemed to glow before she started breathing the way she had been taught here, bringing down the heat enough to make the director call off the nurses already running inside the room with tranquilizers. "I'm ok! I'm ok! I'm sorry...", she smiled as she laboriously breathed, a hand holding her chest, the other up in the air in a calming gesture. It took her a few more seconds to completely regain control over herself, but when she did, she looked pale and with a pained expression none of the people in the facility had ever seen her make in front of them. "I need to go there".
"You know we cannot allow that. Not in such a populated area, with as unstable as you are now".
"I know, but then am I supposed to sit here and watch as my family may be in danger!?", she tried not to yell; strong emotions usually made these people react with sedatives, like they had just now. Still, controling herself was hard under these circumstances.
"We have agents over there. We should get feeback on the situation soon, and an order to take the rescuing of your family into priority has been issued", against his usual attitude, the facility director approached Theresa and placed a hand on her shoulder, which was still a little hotter than you'd expect from a normal human being. "I'll keep you informed, ok? But we can't have you going off on your own".

 

[Vsland]

Jordan Jolar

"Fear not, Mortals, for Hercules, the God of Strength is here!" Hercules attempted to reassure citizens as he placed down a car that had been hurled at him, looking over at the teen with a smile. "Come little one, let's stop throwing a tantrum and protect the innocent ones from flying cars and-"

"Whatever, man." Jordan sighed, rolling his eyes before flicking his wrist with a smirk. A beer truck that had been minding it's own business suddenly jolted into the sky, the driver yelling and screaming for help as Jordan chuckled. With a wild look in his eyes, the male stared at Hercules gesturing up with his other hand. "You're a god right? If so...save 'em." Snapping his fingers, the truck began to fall, the back of it opening up to allow kegs of beers to fly out and hit the ground around Hercules, the barrels breaking and splashing the liquid onto the god.

Hercules jumped up and caught the truck, placing it down as he sniffed the air. "Not only are you harming citizens, but you are wasting a drink that rivals Ambrosia?! You shall pay! I swear on the name of Hercu-"

"Will you shut up?" Jordan asked as he ran at the Incredible Hercules, forming a fist before throwing a punch. The god simply laughed and returned the punch, expecting to send the boy flying. However, his eyes widened as he felt the connection, the teen's fist pushing against Hercules'. The impact sent shock waves throughout the city, shattering windows and causing the earth to shake violently.

"H-how did you?" Hercules asked, confused by the matter.

"Simple." Jordan replied with an uppercut, sending Hercules off his feet. "Kinetic energy. Plain and simple." In truth, the punch had hurt Jordan. Hercules was strong, and even though he increased the amount of force he was sending out and decreasing what he was taking in, the demigod could still feel the impact of the blow. His right arm tingled as his muscles tensed up. "I wouldn't expect an idiot like you to understand. No god understands, you're all too stupid."​

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

The Daughter of Baron Zemo

​

Citizen V jumped across the roof tops as she made her way to the source of the chaos. The masked heroine began to theorize who or what may be capable of such a feat, 'Earthquakes in New York, possibilities of it being Moloid related are high...' until she finally came to the scene where her theory was soundly disproved, 'Or it's caused by a mutant...'

The young heroine hid behind the stairwell entrance to keep her away from the villain. Citizen V then spoke aloud, "Okay, so from the looks of things I can safely assume that fellow is either an Alpha or an Omega-level mutant..." Citizen V grabbed her grenade-launcher and took a deep breath before she muttered out, "Please don't kill him...Please don't kill him...Please don't kill him..."

​

As she ended her prayer she stepped out of her cover to fire her grenade-launcher at the villain, hopefully it would go well.
Vsland

 

[Karcen]

A huge guy sent flying by a much smaller one, yep that wasn't normal guess this was the freak that had caused the earthquake. Really Sol just didn't see the fun in it but that was villains for you their end goal was no goal at all just an and then. She of course didn't really care about justice and whatnot but really using powers just to prove you had them and could use them was petty and childish. That might actually be the best way to describe villains childish, and as they drew in closer she wondered what his excuse was, every villain had some reason they thought was good. So the question what was this guys reason did he think he could rule better, did someone touch him when he was young, did mommy not give him enough hugs? Well it seemed his powers were super strength as that was all that could be seen and Sol luckily had been supplied a tiny amount of Vibranium that would allow her to absorb and redirect kinetic force, it was very helpful against most villains who punched things.

The helicopter flew by as some girl in a costume showed up, great another weirdo just what Sol needed to deal with another freak. Well two for one she would just say they were working together and let shield sort out if anyone was doing anything wrong, she was sent to beat some people up so she was going to do it. The costumed girl had a weapon, so she likely wasn't going to start farting lightning or something. Sol soon jumped out of the Helicopter no needing it to land or a parachute she didn't get hurt by things like this anymore.

" ATTENTION WEIRDOS STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND SURRENDER TO SHIELD OR FORCE WILL BE USED.... or something" She said shouting the lines that she had been told to say so that if these people resisted no one would have an issue with her beating them down, though weirdos was her addition.

Vsland Phantom Thief of Hearts

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jill Davenport/Spitfire: New York ​

​

Jill sat on the bed in her apartment, playing a recent FPS game while leaning back in an armchair. A small dog rested at her feet, one of the many rescues she had fostered since trying to settle into a human life.

Spoiler: The Dog

The dog placed his paw on one of Jill's legs, playfully.
"Oh buddy." She smiled, "Okay."

Running a hand along the dog's head, Jill was quickly snapped back into focus as the sounds of gunfire erupted from her screen.
"Crap!" She gasped, causing the dog to jump "Sorry."
She returned fire, and then paused with a thousand-yard stare. The game wasn't even paused as the echoes of her character dying filled the room. The dog looked up at Jill, patting her leg again.

But Jill could only stare as the green-skinned humanoid female with pointed ears continued to fire, hitting her character several more times before a GAME OVER was displayed on the screen.
The dog started to bark and whine, now clawing at both of Jill's legs, finally catching her attention. The animals are always the first to notice when something's wrong. She thought.

A few seconds later, the room started to shake violently, throwing a collection of books, CDs, games and equipment around the room. Jill took the puppy in one hand, using the other to catch a photo that almost hit the floor, gently setting it on the bed. The puppy wined again, even as Jill set him on top of the bed. She charged out of the door, making her way into the landing to see that the lift was caught in place.

Gently setting the puppy at her feet, Jill dashed towards the lift and with a grunt started to pry the steel doors open. Converting her left arm into a crowbar, she wedged it into the gap she had created and continued to pry at the doors. Letting out a sigh in relief, she saw that there was nobody inside.
Spinning around, she faced the puppy again.
"Alright, dog. We're going." She said, picking it up and cradling it in one arm. Running down the stairs, she arrived on the ground floor to find the building's tenants had gathered into a small crowd.

Leading them, as she had during other incidents New York had faced was Mrs Browse. She was a short and somewhat stout elderly woman with short grey hair and, as Jill would put it "Took no crap." Whether it was in the form of alien invaders, or suit and collar types looking to buy her property she stood her ground.
"Jill!" She shouted, her hands on her hips
"Mrs Browse. I need you take this dog."
"What?!" She snapped
"Take the puppy. I need to get across town and I can't take this dog with me."

The landlady paused, taking the puppy from Jill's hands and holding him above her head.
"This better be a family thing." She scolded
"Yeah."
"He have a name?"
"No idea. Pick something." Jill smiled, getting a stern glare from her landlady in return "I gotta go."

She charged out of the front doors, running into an alleyway and changing into her suit. Within less than a minute, R'Gildine abandoned one of her personas and changed into the other: Spitfire. The hero took off, flying deeper into the city and listening to radio chatter. It didn't take her long to find the powered individual, and she touched down in front of the police barricade.

"Yo!" She yelled "Could you do us all a favour and surrender peacefully? And isn't causing Earthquakes another supervillain's thing?"
She lowered her hands to her sides, charging up two fire blasts
"This is going to get messy, so do yourself a favour before me and the other supers deliver a smack-down and put you in hospital."

Booperboy

 

[Capza]

Armory

Armory left the safe house and now is riding a black superbike when suddenly his comm started to beep. The screen showed the map of the incident and on right corner it showed the directives. SHIELD have their own directives when dealing with a crisis. But what interesting about this, is the last one. Rescue the mother of one Theresa DeMarco.

"Dwarf. What's with the last directive?"

"Seems a facility director added that one." the dwarf said. "Pretty weird to add that one in the last minute."

"Pull up this Theresa DeMarco dossier." Armory said and a list of info appeared on the oil tank of the bike. "A Pulse mutant. Fire, heat and combustion. And the Director wants us to save her mother?"

"Maybe she flashes them eyelashes of her." the dwarf commented.

"Or the Director wants to get on her good side. Interesting." Armory gave his opinion. Armory grumbled and weighted his option. "Dwarf, send me the route to this woman."

The map changes and showed the new route. "ETA, two minutes." Armory pressed the bike and it zooms away from the running civilians and he turned into the small alleyway. He's using the least crowded area in order to get to his target as quickly as possible.

Aurum Vsland

 

[Vsland]

Jordan Jolar

Jordan unclenched his fist as he looked over Hercules, seeing him emerge from the rubble and debris of a nearby building. Civilian screams and children crying created an eerie atmosphere, one in which Jordan reveled in. "Hah! So much for being a god! You couldn't even beat a teenager! I feel more intimidated by your Disney musical than you. What a waste!"

The male turned around to see a grenade launcher being fired at him. 'Well fu-' He thought to himself, trying to move the grenade out of his way before it exploded. He covered his face with his arms, the grenade suddenly blowing up, slightly to the left of him. The force from the grenade threw him back, ripping his shirt and slightly burning his skin. Jordan bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming. "Huh, you actually hurt me. Well then, looks like someone has a death wish!"

Next, came someone spouting nonesence about weirdos and another one talking about earthquakes. "Earthquakes? Oh, I didn't do that on purpose, no. In fact, that was just me besting Hercules in strength. It seems I'm at a disadvantage now..." He huffed and stretched his red, burnt arms before stomping on the ground, stopping Hercules' lunge from behind and lifting him up along with the one who fired a grenade at him. "Let's even out the odds shall we?"

Flicking his wrists, he sent the two heroes flying at the other heroes. "Why fight you guys when I can get you guys to fight you guys? That made sense, right Grenade Girl?" He hummed, flicking his wrists in a motion that made him look like a conductor of music, sending the heroes back towards their target if they missed.
Phantom Thief of Hearts Karcen The Mad Queen​

 

[Phantom Thief of Hearts]

The Daughter of Baron Zemo
​

The Grenade made contact with its target which caused the super-criminal to be thrown back. Citizen V looked over to see that the super-criminal was indeed still alive, "He's still alive, thank goodness." Citizen V then looked over to see Hercules as he emerged from the rubble.
Citizen V smiled, "Plus I saved an Avenger, looks like justice does strike like lightning!" then her attention was caught by the sudden appearance of a SHIELD agent ordering for the Super-Criminal and her surrender. Citizen V looked over to the SHIELD agent and shouted at her, "But I'm not with him! I'm trying to save the day here!"

Citizen V then realized that she was being lifted off the ground she then looked over her shoulder to see the Super-Criminal is back to his feet and appeared to be using his powers to fling the masked heroine towards the SHIELD agent. Citizen V braced herself for impact.
Vsland Karcen

 

[Lil Shirou]

Max arrived to the source of the earth quakes. Flying high above the scene Max can see with her hawk vison the explosions and people fighting. What drawn her the most was a familiar face in the chaos. Though it was definitely different from the last time she say this friend. Max thought to herself. Max landed on a nearby ledge and observe. It was something she was good at. Even with her abilities going up against grenades.

Max see the man lift the costume hero with his powers. It look like he was going to be thrown that costume person at her old friend. It seem like a good time to interfere with his plans. Max leap off the ledge and plug directly at wings spread like she was hunting a mouse. She aim for his face scratching with her talon and blocking his vision with her wings. Max then flew off him and change forms to a large black bear. She had acquired recently from rural New York trip she took.

Karcen Phantom Thief of Hearts Vsland

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jill Davenport/Spitfire: New York ​

​

"Well, if it's a fight you want..."
Spitfire flew upwards, trying to avoid the now shaking ground "I hope you've got good health insurance."
She re-shaped her left arm into a hammer and flew above Jordan "You're up against t...Is that a bear!?"
She shrugged "I'll take it."

Flying directly towards Jordan, she let out a battle cry as she aimed the blow of the hammer for his face.
"As a great poet once said...Stop..."

Before she could finish, she was thrown back with the others, hitting against the side of a nearby building.
"So I can't just punch my way outta this one? Alright." She groaned

Lowering her hands, she prepared an energy blast.

Vsland Lil Shirou Karcen

 

[Capza]

Armory

A superbike crashed through an office window and he now finds himself in an... or was an office. The ceilings fell to the ground, some of the pillars are cracked and some are lying on the ground. The impact of the earthquake did a number to its epicenter. Armory activated his heat vision and called out Mrs. DeMarco. "Mrs. De Marco? Mrs. De Marco? Are you here?"

He scanned the area and found nothing until he heard a groan behind him. There he saw a heat signature pinned by a concrete pillar.

"Shit," he mumbled and he ran towards it. The heat signature is a woman, middle age, red hair with signs of greying. "Mrs. DeMarco?"

The woman nodded and she groaned. "I can't feel my legs."

"Yeah, that tends to happen when you're pinned by a concrete pillar." he joked and he inspected the damage. Her legs aren't crushed, so that's a good thing. It seemed the legs are stuck between the pillar and a few rubbles. "Where're your co-workers?" Armory started a conversation as he inspects the best way to rescue her.

"They left."

"That's....terrible. Maybe you ought to find a new job?"

"Maybe you can use your SHIELD connection and put a good word for me for Parker Industries or Stark's."

"We'll see." Armory snickered and he grabs a titanium bar from his portal and use it as a leverage to lift the pillar. He used all of his might to lift the pillar, with enough clearance for the woman to pull herself. "Okay now pull yourself."

Mrs. De Marco manage to free herself from the pillar and suddenly the ground shook again.

"Dwarf, what happened?"

"Hercules just got send flying." the dwarf replied to Armory.

"Damn, it's going to be one of those days, huh." Armory grumbled and he carried Mrs. DeMarco to his bike.

"We have several new anomalies approaching the target."

"Friendlies?"

"Unknown."

"I'll deal with it after I get Mrs. DeMarco to safety."

 

[Neon Valkyrie]

aka The Fantastic Noel Miller​

WThe police vehicles below, slowed by the swell of panicked pedestrians fleeing the scene, fell behind. Weaver didn't need them anymore. She'd seen the shock wave, seen the adjacent buildings reeling from the concussive force of the titanic strike. Seen the raining glass and showering debris. With so many broken, gaping windows overlooking the battle for blocks, it was easy to slip into a perch, and place herself above the battle. She didn't have the kind of strength to contend with what she'd just seen, she'd have to be careful, strategic. The element of surprise would give her a small advantage when the time came ... or, at least, it would have. Weaver realized she recognized one of the two figures being lifted helplessly into the air by unseen hands.

"God damnit V ..."

Her lips sealed tightly as she sprinted the few short steps to the broken window. The weaponized heroes began to accelerate toward their targets, a woman with flaming fists, and another wearing some kind of metal suit, neither of whom seemed terribly concerned. The lithe, black and gold figure sailed into view, plummeting like a dart on an intercept path with the two airborn heroes. >Thwip, Thwip< Webs shot from each of her fingertips, her hands moving with blinding speed and seeming-ease. It took only seconds to weave a web across the entire street, her fall slowing as she put more and more weight onto the emerging structure. The web had become a net of fragile-looking threads by the time V and Hercules collided with it.

With the moment's crisis averted, something she'd seen on her way down finally leapt to the forefront of her mind, and she looked down at the fight. Was that a bear? Without looking away from the large, clearly competent mammal, Weaver offered her team-mate and leader a sardonic greeting.

"Morning boss, what's blondie's problem?"She gestured to the instigator below. Hercules she more-or-less ignored ... not that she could actually avoid looking at him without a toque, or a hood. It was all her teenage mind could think to do once she recognized him as an Avenger, in addition to a greek demigod.