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[Excidius]

There are places out there, parallel Universes to our own, that are the same yet different. They may house the same cities and notable figures, share the same views about aliens and religion - but in the midst of all this is a striking divergence from our everyday lives: Superheroes, supervillains, cosmic entities, subterraneans, mutants... beings with power and influence enough to cause cataclysmic events or initiate galaxy-altering events.


Whether powerful businessmen, native tribesmen, prodigal children, struggling students, or maniacal psychopath - they can all exist and shape reality for all to come.


This, is the MARVEL ROLEPLAY-VERSE!

 

[Vudukudu]

The sun rose over the La'Crey institute at 5:23 AM. Marcus knew this, because he had been awake for precisely fifty three hours, twenty two minutes, and twelve seconds. The last two days plus a few hours had been spent alone in a lab. Nearly a dozen electrodes, tiny pins that didn't require hair removal, were scattered across Marcus' skull. Twenty two different screens situated around the room showed various data; monitoring his brain waves, showing pockets of brain activity heightening and lowering. The number of synaptic actions was displayed in one corner, the location of each action highlighted next to it on a 3-D brain model.


Six meals on chrome trays were laid out on a table near the entrance. The food was untouched, although each tray had a small empty medicine cup on it. Each had contained his medication, a stimulant he designed himself. It was extremely addictive and was likely going to cut a few years off his total lifespan, but he didn't particularly mind. It let him think more. He reached into his pocket, retrieving another pill, then popped it into his mouth and swallowed. His mouth was dry. It was more difficult to do than he had thought it would be.


Three hours passed in silence, except for the occasional beep from a monitor. He paced the room idly, scanning each monitor for any trace of odd activity. Everything was normal, which is not what he wanted to see. Then, his phone, which had been placed near one of the monitors earlier, rang. The noise seemed deafening to him after so much time spent in silence. He rushed to answer it, grumbling with disappointment as he answered.


"Hello?" Marcus murmured softly, too tired to speak louder.


"Mr. La'Crey?"


"Yes."


"This is John Newell of the Chicago Tribune, I'd like to schedule an inter--"


"No."


"What? Sir, you know the world is... still in shock."


"I do."


"Mr. La'Crey, please. Your announcement last week about.. being, Psylon. We need to know more."


"If I thought you needed to know more, I wouldn't have refused all your calls for a week."


"Sir! The.. the American people deserve to know!"





Marcus grumbled and hung up the call, putting the phone under the monitor once again. It rang moments later, displaying the same number. He ignored it.

 

[crumbelivable]

As Edward left the jetbridge and stepped out into the terminal, he felt relieved to finally be off the plane. Five and a half hours inside a small 737 was pretty long, if not too long. He sighed as he followed the arrivals signs, off to get his luggage. He had just arrived from Seattle, where he had been talking to the big bosses at Wetpaint, the company he worked for.


He had had a long talk about the future of the wiki, and the possible acquisition of rival Wikifoundry. Edward was a high-ranked member of Wetpaint's New York division. His job had took him to many places, so Newark Liberty Airport was no stranger to him. Newark was one of the largest hubs for United Airlines, so Edward was no stranger to them. His frequent flyer card shined as he made his way to the arrivals room. He quickly flashed his passport to the officer and strolled down to the baggage carousel. He watched as a united Express CRJ was pushed back from the gate and taxied to the runway. He'd always loved going to airports as a kid, seeing all the travelling people, watching the planes take off and land.


As a kid... Edward shuddered as he tried to forget. there was something about his childhood that scared him.Maybe it was that he wasn't a good learner. Maybe it was the time he was run over but inexplicably survived. But most probably, it was his birth...


Put that thought away, Edward thought to himself, you don't need to remember right now.

 

[Pink Gorilla]

The sunlight began to pour into Hailey's bedroom. Morning comes to early, she thought. She put her feet over the side of the bed and rubbed her eyes. Previously the night before she had stopped an armed robbery and saved a family from a burning building. She was still exhausted. She got up and walked to her bathroom and took a shower. She got dressed before looking at her clock. She was almost late for work. Hailey cursed out loud and ran around getting breakfast and brushing her teeth. She grabbed her keys and her lab coat and ran out the door. She ran down the apartment hallway and into the elevator. She quickly pressed the lobby button and the doors close. She stood there whispering, "Hurry up." The doors opened and she ran out of the apartment complex. She ran to the coffee shop to get coffee to keep her awake for the rest of the day. The line was huge and she decided to just get coffee at work. Hailey ran across the sidewalk toward the La'Crey institute. She walked through the front doors into the expansive building. She signed in with her ID tag and proceeded to her work station. She sat down with five minutes to spare and she sighed in relief. Hailey organized her paperwork and walked into the employee lounge to make coffee. She finished it and it didn't taste as good as coffee shop coffee, but she need something to get her to wake up. Hailey walked back to her work station and working on files she hadn't finished from last week. These files included the research of concentrated electrical charges, which she found weird. She didn't question her superiors though and just wrote down what they need to experiment it.

 

[Vudukudu]

"Mr. La'Crey?" A voice burbled over the intercom. It sounded like his secretary, Shawna. She was a nice girl, if not a bit ditzy at times.


"Yes?" He replied, the microphones in the room picking up his voice and transmitting automatically.


"Miss Pond was two minutes late, but she is working."


"Pond.. Pond.. Hailey. Yes. The Department of Defense is expecting a working prototype within the year. Do we have a report from her?"


"Yes, Mr. La'Crey. I will send it to you right away."





The call ended abruptly, and Marcus went back to work. In four minutes, the holographic panels on the western wall activated, displaying each page of a long report. The project itself was very intriguing; it had to do with cryo-stasis. His company had already dealt with the main problem of cryo-stasis, that is, the bursting of frozen cells in the body which would kill the subject upon awakening. The other problem, however, was restarting the brain.


The project had to do with this second issue. It was intended to become an implanted system that would safely maintain the health of the nervous system during stasis, and reactivate it when needed. It would primarily be used for long distance space travel, in the future. But, it had another use, specific to Marcus himself. For now, it was just a theory, but he desperately hoped it would pan out.


If he were to put himself into stasis while this implant was active, he may be able to separate Psylon from himself. He'd finally be free of that burden if he could remove the beast from his own brain. There was nothing else he desired more, and he would go to desperate measures to insure he got what he wanted.

 

[Pink Gorilla]

Hailey had sent her report and got up from her desk to eat lunch. She walked into the employee lounge and opened the fridge. Someone had ate her food and she sighed in disbelief.


"Some people..." She said out loud. Hailey had walked toward the front doors and wrote down she was leaving for lunch and that she would be back later. She walked to Wendy's and walked inside. She waited in line for 10 minutes and she walked up to the cashier.


"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier asked politely.


"Hello, can I have a baconator and a coke?" Hailey asked. The cashier wrote down the order. Hailey received her food and she thanked the cashier. She didn't have time to eat her food so she headed back to work. She signed back in and walked back to her desk. She got out her food and started eating while working. She opened her computer and received another message. Her superiors gave her another project work on and she groaned out loud.


"Okay, I better start on it right now..." She mumbled to herself. The files she received had to do with more electrical work. She looked at it confused. She is getting a lot of work about electricity and things related to it.


"Why do they keep sending me these?" She asked to herself.

 

[Deadkool]

Arthur finished a meeting in Danver tower and asked his secretary to start holding his calls. Arthur walked to the elevator and pressed a few buttons in a row. A dinging sound occurred in the elevator as it sped downward, then, oddly sideways. The metal elevator doors opened and Arthur stepped out. He was in a metallic, dark, and lemon scented room. Arthur took a remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. Large fluorescent lights came on and buzzed. This illuminated a glass stand with his vigilante suit and racks of various equipment. He strapped on the suit and grabbed his blow pipe. Various target appeared a few yards away, but they were quickly destroyed by darts. He continued to train, occasionally glancing at a datapad next to him. Arthur thought of his next target, a serial killer by the name of George Newman.


Arthur stopped training as his datapad's ringtone went off. Looks like he had a visitor. Odd, Arthur wasn't expecting anyone today. Regardless he changed out of his gear and stepped back to the elevator. Arthur,pressed on his datapad shutting down non-essential systems. He walked into the elevator and pressed the plastic number 100 on the elevator wall and was carried up to his office. Arthur sat in his chair which overlooked the city and pressed a button on his desk. A speaker came on, allowing him to communicate with his secretary. Arthur said "Sure, send her in." He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge in his desk and and opened it, taking a sip. Arthur thought to himself, who was this Alex Smith?


Arthur looked at no-Alex Smith and said. "I could've guessed that Alex Smith was a lie. I'm very busy, so,if you could make it quick." He looked around the room and sipped at his water. "You've got ten minutes to voice your grievances. I'm very busy tonight so I apologize not giving you more time to invade my office and begin arguing." Arthur thought to himself. How the hell did she get past security. Do we actually need security to watch the security? Leo grabbed his datapad and set a timer.

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Morning arrived in the restless New York City, where vehicles busied the streets and people occupied the sidewalks. Vendors who offered food, jewelry, cologne--or something of the like--were the purveyors of trade. Those who carried fliers for advertisement were mostly denied by the people who passed by. Musicians, street dancers, and homeless citizens sought for dollar bills and loose change. Where there were populated areas, there are criminals traveling incognito, walking among the innocent. Some of them are the people who apprehend those criminals.


For example, one of the tenants in a fine apartment complex was a sleeping young woman. She opened her almond-shaped brown eyes and the sunlight rammed into her vision. Groaning exasperatedly, she lifted a hand to her pale face. The young woman was lying on her stomach, one arm over her head; her two bare legs positioned as if they were running. The white sheets were tousled around her, and the duvet was nearly on the carpet floor.


Out of all things about her, only her short, dark hair seemed tamed. This was Taliah Asuhara. A veterinarian by day; a masked vigilante by night. Last night, she apprehended a kidnapper who held four young girls captive. Fatigue was the only one thing Taliah fought more so than the criminals. "Come on, get up..." she told herself. "At least you didn't have to set your alarm clock today." Like sand in an hourglass, Taliah slid out of bed and onto her feet. The young woman stretched her limbs; some of which briefly detached from her torso and reconnected.


Taliah went through her normal routine with the notion to do something outside--something relaxing and peaceful. When Taliah first came to New York City, she couldn't handle all the noises. She only stayed because of the criminal activity. However, after a while, she got used to how things ran in the place. Taliah walked outside of her apartment complex wearing a loose jacket, a graphic tee, a Yankees baseball cap, slimming jeans, and a pair of weathered--but trustworthy--sneakers.


Taliah was successful enough to call a taxi cab. When she told the driver to make a stop in front of Danver's tower, he questioned, "Are you there for sightseeing reasons? You can get plenty of it from afar."


She made a face at him. "Ha-ha, very funny. No, I'm going there to make a complaint. One of their medicines aren't that helpful."


The driver shrugged his shoulders. "All right, but good luck. I hear the security's tough to get through." Taliah didn't reply. They reached the destination, and the young woman paid the cab driver, then looked up at the immense building.


There were two burly men guarding the entrance door, both clad in all-black despite the sunny weather. They seemed statue-like and they stood as if they were soldiers. Sheesh, what is this--the White House? Casually, Taliah approached the double doors, but both security guards held their arms in front of her.


"Sorry, miss. We can't let you through."


"Your boss is expecting me. I'm not a local here, so when he knew I was around, he called, and asked if I could make a visit as fast as I could--so here I am." The security guards exchanged looks. She added, "I'm an old friend of Arthur's." Taliah knew to do her research on the head of the company before making a stop there. The security guards were convinced--they opened the door for her. She nodded politely to them, and walked into the building. They believed it? That wasn't too bad.


The secretary, a strawberry blonde sitting behind a wide desk, looked up with a smile but with confused eyes. She was accustomed to seeing people dressed up in suits and business casual. "Do you have an appointment?"


"No; last-minute request from Arthur Danver. He wants to see me."


"May I ask for what reason?"


"He needs my assistance for strengthening one of the medicines you have on the shelves."


"Name, please?"


"Alex Smith. I'm an old friend of his--he'll know who I am."

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Taliah was about to carry on to the elevator, but then paused and asked the secretary, "Sorry, it's been a long time since I last came here. Which floor is his office?"


"The hundredth. You can't miss the doors."


"Thank you." Taliah strolled into the spacey elevator after pushing the call button with the side of her fist. She hummed a song to herself as she briefly waited. The walls surrounding her were reflective and seemed like there were layers and layers of mirrors behind them.


Taliah didn't make it a habit to lie so breezily. However, what she did moments ago was an exception. she was determined to make the complaint after she was denied one from the pharmacy store and as a customer via telephone. It was vexing whenever it took more than a few tries to do something very simple. The elevator doors opened, and Taliah found herself in a corridor, leading straight to a pair of glass double doors. She was sure there were security cameras watching. She didn't have anything to worry about though.


Even from a fair distance, the young woman could see what the room looked like through the double doors--most of it anyway. There was a chair behind a desk, facing a wide window that overlooked the city. She figured Arthur Danver was sitting there. As soon as Taliah approached the double doors, she pulled the handle and let herself in.


Taliah announced herself with her distinctive voice. Her voice was mellow--not at all high-pitched--but some of her words carried a strange rasp at the end or beginning of them.


"Good morning, Mr. Arthur Danver. I'm here to speak with you. I'll be honest; my name isn't Alex Smith. And before you call security or anything, I'm here as a customer. It took way too much of my time trying to get a hold of you, just to make a direct complaint about one of the many things you produce."

 

[Vudukudu]

The data flashed up on Marcus' screens at a nearly incomprehensible rate. For a moment, he thought there might be a failure in the coding itself, before the realization hit. It wasn't the computers, it was him. He was too tired to continue. It was perhaps 2 in the afternoon now, but he needed sleep desperately.


The drugs were wearing off, fortunately enough. He took the private elevator from his lab to his bedroom in the Institute, then was out cold on the bed within minutes. His sleep was wracked by nightmares and shivering, but these things no longer woke him up. He dozed semi-peacefully for almost a day before his body refused to be inactive any longer. That, and he was starving.


When he finally woke up, the first thing he did was order food to his room. Several meals worth of food were delivered in short order, without question from his staff. They were well aware of Marcus' peculiar schedule, and many of them had informed him it was unhealthy. His reply had been a soft chuckle, followed by "So is having my brain."


He consumed almost six thousand calories in one sitting. The binge was delightful, but he knew he'd feel sick the rest of the day. It didn't particularly bother him, though. He was slowly adjusting to it, letting it become a mere every day occurrence. He hoped it would eventually go away completely.


"Can you feel me, Marcus?" Psylon whispered. His tone was soft, almost benignly curious.


It was all a trick, of course. Marcus knew the nature of the beast. It was deceitful, mischievous. A liar.


Go. Away. Not now. Not right now. Please.


"Oh, just for awhile. Please? Turn it off." The voice murmured. Marcus felt his hand edging upwards toward his neck before he quickly shoved it into his pocket.


No. The refusal was silent; but in his head, it was at a scream.


"You should know better than to keep me locked up this long, Marcus." The voice wasn't accusatory. It was almost.. sympathetic. Like it understood.


No.


"I'm sorry, Marcus."





Marcus heard a soft thud as the Psy-Inhibitor fell to the carpet. Then everything went black.