Marvel Legends- A Marvel Universe Roleplaying Game


May 23rd, 2011

(no subject) @ 10:20 am

[info]mocks_you:

"Turn left and head for that warehouse." Bobbi had to grit her teeth through most of the ride on the back of the bike to keep from just making sure that she'd be the only one showing up where the target was.  Trusting the situation wasn't going to happen but she didn't have much of a choice.  She needed to find out why they wanted her arms dealer and what he had as well as try to get to Clint if he was still alive.

He was alive.  She'd lived, he could make it too.  She wasn't going to believe that he couldn't get out of whatever Bullseye had got him into.  She had been good to her word and didn't let out any information on what she was doing when she got the location of Ali from Twitchy. 

This was going to suck.
 

May 21st, 2011

dreams are born again @ 11:20 pm

[info]plasma_atk:

Have you ever had one of those days where you just felt something was constructed in your stomach?  Where you felt like something was just, off?  That seemed to be how Alex felt everyday for the past few days.  He didn't understand the feeling, but he did understand that it wasn't a good sign.  Instead of mulling over the feeling, however, Alex tried to focus on other things; more enjoyable things.  Namely, he hoped that Stephen King would remedy the feeling with an invigorating read through Dreamcatcher.

Alex sat down somewhere solitary, away from the rest of the X-Men.  And away from Magneto and Paris.  The fact that they were on the property wasn't exactly something Alex was comfortable with--especially with Paris.  He couldn't help but feel that Scott was really the leader he professed to be.  Emma had a hand in all of his decisions, and Alex felt even less comfortable with her around.  He didn't agree with their relationship, either.  She was a bad influence from the start.  But what could he do, other than stick around and keep an eye on things?

Whatever.  It wasn't the time to keep his mind on those thoughts.  As soon as he made eye contact with the letters on the pages, he drifted into a more enjoyable state of mind.

 

May 20th, 2011

Kevin Masterson Hates You, Hates Your City, and Hates Your Heroes @ 07:01 pm

[info]maceintheface:

"Kevin! Come back here, we need to talk about this!" Marcy Steele called after her son. Along with her husband, Bobby Steele, she'd just managed to smooth over things with the principal at the Maria Stark Academy after the fight Kevin had been in.

"I'll be home later!" Kevin snapped, stalking off with his hands in his pockets.

"Marcy, just let him go... it's a guy thing. He needs some time." Bobby reassured her, watching his step-son storm off. He'd overheard enough while waiting to speak to the principal that the fight had been something to do with comments about Eric.

~~~

"Why the hell did Mom and Dad have to move back here anyway? Not like Bobby couldn't have stuck with his almost the same stupid sports-talk job back home..." Kevin muttered to himself as he went down the street. Now he was living in hero central. All he ever risked running into out west was Wonder Man, and he doesn't count. Now it seems like every other day there's the Fantastic Four or Spider-Man or whoever doing their thing in Times Square and the media going nuts for it. All of them who've gotten to come back so many times.

So why not his dad?

And did any of them even ever apologize for what they dragged him into? Hell no. Sure, he got the occasional check-in from Herc, since he was one of Dad's buddies (nice guy, but dude needs to shower more often), but do you think him or his mom had the Avengers on their speed-dial? Fat chance.

Bunch of stupid costumed glory hounds...
 

May 19th, 2011

Prelude and Field Trip. @ 06:13 pm

[info]preyforheaven:

Exodus was quite happy to finally be having a chance to do something. But he wasn't going anywhere yet. Not with the exertions his Lord was engaging in.

Fresh-baked bread -- yes, a 12th-century soldier can bake -- with butter. Plenty of ice water. And he takes it to go check on his master.


Later, he can go find the children.
 

May 17th, 2011

In Russia @ 06:25 pm

[info]legends_misc:

The modified QuinJet landed in a small clearing outside of a small complex in the countryside not far from Moscow. The light of the full moon made it easier for the Avengers to see, but it also made them easier to see by the guards patrolling the outside of the complex.
 

May 16th, 2011

Starting a War @ 07:30 pm

[info]black_prince:

Blackheart was no longer in Ghudaza. He was at the "true" corporate headquarters of Diabolus, a pocket dimension bordeing the Material plane and his home-realm. Blackheart sat upon a black-iron throne as he gazed at various images, each concerning one of his company's interests. Oscorp's aquisition had brought many young minds to his cause. He'd simply have to cultivate them to see his point of view. Blackheart waved his hand and brought one of the images in his direct line of sight. The image was of Ghudazan prsident, Dhamir Ndroso's flight to the United States to confer with American politicians concerning policies toward mutants.

"You know what you must do." He stated to the massive figure behind him.

"Yes. I'll make it look good, create a few matyrs, but Mr. Ndroso will remain unharmed. As per your wish."

"Exactly. Serve me well and I'll grant you true life again." Blackheart replied back.

"Oh don't worry about that. You are strong, certainly worthy to be served." A golden hand reached up and crushed the image in its grip. "Besides, I'd kill flatscans for fun."
 

Children's gossip. (Clea) @ 03:19 pm

[info]latverianregent:
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As a rule, Kristoff Venard did not do magic. No matter how much he knew, or how hard he worked, he did not do it very well. It had something to do with his accursed natural father; that was the impression Doom gave. Doom took it in stride and simply muttered that Kristoff was all the stronger for managing with inferior genes.

So Kristoff didn't do much magic, as he he was educated in the arts enough to know how inelegant and clumsy he was, and he hated seeing himself that way.

As a rule, Kristoff would also never betray a confidence. Especially that of a potential ally of the Master of Latveria.

And yet here he is. Doing both. He corrects himself. His word was never exacted by Jericho. But that only made talking about Doom's potential associates behind his back marginally easier.

The spell was cast clumsily and inelegantly and Kristoff hated it, but it was done well enough to work.
 

May 15th, 2011

A hard day @ 10:53 am

[info]argent_noir:

 Silver hates it when work gets messy.

It was supposed to be a simple job, a simple caravan guarding job.  Realistically, though, there is never anything simply about war torn countries with starving and powerless people.  The UN food drops, which are a good idea, are never as straightforward as Silver would like but when they go badly, they go so very very badly.  The local gangs try to take the shipments, the government wants to keep it for themselves to make money off of it and everyone else just didn't want to starve.  Sometimes being the good guys makes it that much harder and that much uglier when it all goes down.  People get hurt and on really bad days, people get killed.

A continent away now, post mission briefings over, money collected and Wild Pack paid, Silver allows herself a few moments of silent introspection.  These weigh heavily on her, though she'll never show it in public.  The cost of doing business is the cost of keeping her country safe.  Not every country has someone like her and not ever country ever could.  Still, these people deserve better than the tyrants and despots who think themselves leaders.

Not for the first time, the wonders if she should actually allow herself a short vacation.
 

May 11th, 2011

Awkward Phone Calls. @ 07:58 pm

[info]latverianregent:

He checked that it was a reasonable hour before he made the call. It felt more appropriate, somehow, than bringing these latest developments to the attention of SHIELD or Dr. Richards.

He called the place he'd found out about in Oklahoma.

"Dr. Kristoff Vernard to speak to Anthony Stark, please."
 

May 9th, 2011

(no subject) @ 03:16 am

[info]steelmagnolia:
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Rogue isn't looking for Remy, not exactly, since looking for him is likely the best way for her to never find him. That man has the most uncanny ability to know when someone is looking for him and be somewhere else. So, she's happening to be in the places that he typically happens to be. It could take days and that fact is a little strange to her. Usually, she's the one tripping over him.

Then again, they're both good at running when they want to be.
 

May 6th, 2011

It's Not About Diplomacy, It's About Dignity @ 11:01 pm

[info]go_ape:

It's a relatively quiet day in Latveria, when the saucer appears over the castle, humming with energy and shining brightly as a holographic display appears before it. A gorilla bellows in dynamic tones.

"All shall bow before Woo Yen Jet! Master of the Golden Horde and The Atlas Foundation, whose visage silences even crying babies! He who is Khan of the Eternal Empire! He would have words with whoever rules over this land!"

Damn but there ain't nothin' like a good entrance. Even if he's spewing out scripted lines.
 

May 5th, 2011

(no subject) @ 08:28 pm

[info]the_ruskies:

The call comes in about 4:20 am EST.

A man in crimson armor climbs out of a harbor in Manhattan, barely able to stand. He collapses, water-logged and battered, upon the ground. He lit up American airspace alerts two or three miles out, but he moved too quickly for anyone to mount an adequate response.

Two hours later, Crimson Dynamo sits in an interrogation room on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, awaiting someone, anyone who will hear him out. It galls him to ask the Americans for help, but he has no choice.

He is betraying his country to save it from a monster.

 

May 4th, 2011

A Discussion (Blackheart) @ 06:59 pm

[info]i_am_doom:

Doom does not normally use an image inducer or hide his face beyond his mask, but today warranted such, if for no other reason that he did not need his enemies dogging his heels at this point in time. He looks up at the Ghudaza branch of Diabolous Industries from the bench in the industrial park and shakes his head again; it's so blatant that only a caveman could miss it. But when Doom looked about, all he could see, in a sense, were cavemen.

He enters the building and looks down upon the secretary.

"I'm here with my appointment for Mr. Jericho. Please tell him I've arrived." Doom says, cutting the air with the fingers of his hand that she cannot see. He presses upon her will, just so, and she presses button on the intercom.

"Mr. Jericho, you have a visitor..." she says, looking up as she realizes she doesn't know his name.

"Tell him Doom is here." 

"Doom wishes to speak with you, sir." she says flatly, the mental fog having settled over her mind.

 

(no subject) @ 12:55 am

[info]anthonyestark:

 Building cities.

It's a very new direction for the Stark legacy, but Tony knows he can handle it.

Self-doubt isn't something he suffers from when it comes to his work.

He's relishing the opportunity to delve into the ins and outs of architecture and building design - not  his usual focuses, but he has an excellent team assembled, even if it's still, of necessity, small. With their help, he's not just going to create the city of the future, but a city on the bleeding edge of technology - off-grid; completely self-sustainable; powered entirely by green energy, and repulsor technology.

And it's the repulsor technology that's really taking this endeavor to that edge. It's his life's work, and he's spent his career jealously guarding it like a dragon's hoard. Given the events of the last few years, those days are over. They have to be. Tony's had an epiphany, and he's lost everything he's had too many times in the past not to know what's in store for himself and his crew now; the sacrifices, the hard work, and the sleepless nights.

Sleepless nights like this one. Not that he slept often anyway - he never had. Tony's not sure the last time he slept, to be honest, but it doesn't matter. He's got too many things to do. His heavily protected technology is good for so much more than he's ever used it for, due to his own arrogant selfishness, but now Tony's going to use it to do what the Stark legacy - this time in the form of Stark Resilient - has always wanted to do, but has never been able to accomplish: he's going to change the world. Save it, if he can. More immediately, he's going to rebuild his company, his fortune, and regain all that he's lost in the recent years of his exile, and give back to his closest friends what they had lost, too.

It all starts in Broxton, Oklahoma - where they're living at the moment. The government has returned most of his property, but his penthouse is gone, the building that housed it sold to the Avengers for a dollar, and he wasn't yet ready to face his parents house again. The work is here, for now - he's content to stay here for the present. It's not like he can't fly anywhere in the world he wants to, whenever he wants to. But the loss of a huge chunk of his memory has taken a toll on him, in some ways. It's made him tense, not being able to remember what he's done or said to someone. He plays it off with his usual nonchalance, but he finds more and more that he much prefers the company of the mechanical to the flesh these days.

So he builds repulsor powered cars. Sketches buildings and houses powered without electricity or fossil-fuels, and contemplates entire utility systems based on green fuel and ARC Reactor technology. He even thinks about water filtration for farmlands, as well as for drinking, constantly searching for areas he's forgotten to consider.

Tapping his charcoal pencil against the small table serving as his workshop desk, he frowns at his papers. A weary hand pulls across his face in frustration. His head hurts. It's a lot to consider, and he hasn't really slowed down since waking up from his coma. There hasn't been time, with so much to do. Tony's body has certainly survived worse - certainly this won't be the thing that kills him.

 

May 3rd, 2011

(no subject) @ 09:26 am

[info]magnetic_master:

It was his old home and yet at the same time it was not his old home. Since he had arrived Erik had learned the magnetic structures of his area until once again he could monitor them without thinking. It was much the same as breathing or your heart beating to him to have the fields and waves of power and resistance constantly at the edges of his awareness. It was one of the reasons he was always so hard to sneak up on. It is hard to take someone by surprise when you have to move through the magnetic fields to get there.

Their role here was not sure yet. He encouraged Exodus to explore and speak with people while they waited but he had kept himself separate for now unless he was approached by someone. Those who approached were always treated openly and with honesty which might be a surprise for some. And he kept his helmet off to show his trust that even should Emma decide to transgress and look inside his mind that she would find only the intent he'd shown since the beginning.

They would figure out what to do with him eventually or at least allow him to figure that out for himself. Until then he waited.
 

May 2nd, 2011

Today Our Fragile Flesh and Steel.... @ 03:01 pm

[info]latverianregent:

It was a time of indulgence. Kristoff was playing one of his Leslie Fish albums while he worked on blueprints for the changes in irrigation systems. The nationwide effort for expanding the innovative and inexpensive power grid was going well; and looked to improve quality of life as well as economic production possibilities. But always cleanly. There could be no turning of the country into one of the many filthy, polluted places in other parts of Eastern Europe. This was Latveria.

So he's happily working, and humming along to the music.

"Young -- I mean, Dr. Vernard?" One of the staff asks.
"Yes, Hans?"
"There's an official screen-call for you."
He won't get excited. He knows who it's not -- Doom would have used the private connection set up for him, most likely. "Thank you, Hans. Have them put it on screen here."
Kristoff turns the music down and straightens his ever-formal posture even more.
 

Maddie and the Madman @ 01:05 pm

[info]media_tyrant:

Mojo had to admit, when he had sent Magog to track down Spiral regarding her delay, he hadn't expected such a find. Iniatially he believed she was Jean Grey back from the dead. Instead it was someone he found infinitely more interesting, Madelynne Pryor. The woman had taken many roles: wife, mother, clone, mistress, sorceress, villainess, an infinitely adabtable woman. Pity she couldn't be made into a performer, but Mojo was not stupid despite what people thought. He knew what had happened to Sinister when he had tried to manipulate this powerful woman and he didn't desire the same thing to happen to him. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't be useful to him. He would just have to be careful. As such, Mojo was not in the room where Madelynne had been resting, well awre if she woke up to his unappreciatively handsome visage, she may react badly. As such, he made sure her environs were comfortable. 

He glanced at her readings, she would soon wake up. Mojo pressed a button for the intercom in her room.

"Good morning, Ms Pryor. How are you feeling?"
 

May 1st, 2011

The Search Begins @ 03:29 pm

[info]iamnotahorse:

Their journey through space was a bittersweet one for Bill. On the one hand Bill greatly valued being in the company of old friends. On the other hand, they were coming closer and closer to where his world once existed. The logic was that perhaps they could find traces of energy from fleeing ships and use it to track down any survivors. Bill of course understood the logic but..seeing the emptiness again would be difficult.

Bill had grown increasingly insular the closer they got. He'd answer when spoken to, but always in brief, concise answers. He wasn't angry with them, he certainly hoped they believed that, but the memories of events had destroyed whatever enthusiasm he had regained while on Earth. They were almost there, the site of his ultimate failure.
 

April 30th, 2011

One By One @ 02:49 am

[info]black_widow:

Natasha had a list of names of possible Secret Avengers, as the team was going to unofficially be called, that she and Steve had put together. Now it was time to go and talk to each of them to see if they would be interested.

She went to the first name on the list.
 

April 28th, 2011

And so it begins....(One Year Ago) @ 08:19 pm

[info]i_am_doom:

Doom's arrived in Moscow under the cover of darkness, the chill of the winter air stinging his eyes. This was the only effect that the cold had upon him; his armor's life-support systems managed his body temperature easily as he walked across the darkened landscape leading to the city. The time was nearly at hand to make his appearance to the "Russian" president, and Doom could still hear the crowing of those blithering idiots in their self-styled "Intelligencia" . Leader and M.O.D.O.K. were out of the picture, and with them went the true power behind the group.

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