Marvel Legends- A Marvel Universe Roleplaying Game

The Wrecking Crew is Back In Town (open)

2011-08-30T13:08:09Z

Alarms cut through the usual noise of the New York streets near the Federal Reserve building in Manhattan. Four individuals were currently after the bricks of gold that was stored inside. Wrecker, Thunderball, Piledriver and Bulldozer, members of the Wrecking Crew, were smashing their way through the building to reach the vault and the gold.

marvel_legends @ 2011-08-15T12:08:00

2011-08-15T16:51:20Z

Progress was considerable on all of Kristoff's current projects, both technical and diplomatic. He'd worked hard to do his job to the fullest, to help fulfill his family's and his country's agreements, to make his Master/Father proud.

But there was something he had not attended to in a while. A personal ritual of sorts. And so, although he wore his armor with the built-in communication line, in case he was needed at the Castle, Kristoff left that towering structure and went to the outskirts of Doomstadt. To the gypsy funeral grounds.

He knelt beside a particular tree, and he told her what he'd done, and he told her that he loved her and missed her. More than a dozen years hadn't changed that.

He stayed a little longer than usual, trying first to keep, then to regain, his composure. A Von Doom does not cry where anyone could possibly see.

Dad's Old Junk

2011-08-10T23:39:41Z

This had to be a joke. A really sick bad joke. By someone with balls the size of grapefruits. Kevin shook his head as he looked at the address in the text message again. This was it. Apparently he was supposed to meet, at a used car lot of all places, Captain friggin' America, Steve Rogers.

Hell with it.

He walks up to the nearest salesman. "Hey, apparently I'm supposed to meet Steve Rogers. Where's the video cameras?"

New Digs (Open to SA)

2011-07-23T14:22:32Z

Well it wasn't Avengers Mansion, or any other place nice, but it would serve for their purposes. The old underground SHIELD base hadn't been used in a decade or two and it would be the new home of the Secret Avengers. The underground facility had everything a team could need. It had a kitchen and dining area, conference room complete with communications equipment, sleeping quarters, motor pool area and even a medical bay. The only thing it didn't have was windows, but they weren't a necessity, only a liability.

It had been cleaned out and the equipment upgraded before it was time to move in.

Natasha sat in the conference room looking at satellite feeds over the area they had gone to on their first mission. A steaming cup of black coffee sat on the table. She had arrived two days ago and was expecting the "team" to start arriving to check out their new base any time now.

Business Call.

2011-07-18T01:57:49Z

Kristoff watched the news and was... vexed. He telephoned Tony Stark.

marvel_legends @ 2011-07-10T19:40:00

2011-07-11T03:46:17Z

Who: Tony and open
When: July 10, 2011
Where: Stark Resiliant, new temporary NYC headquarters
What: Tony gives a press conference on his newest project, at which things don't go as planned
Rating: PG-13 for violence and adult language

Backstage, Tony spent the last few minutes before taking the stage, checking that his tie was straight and that his hair looked appropriately tousled, as though he'd just gotten out of bed. It took him ten minutes to get it to look that way tonight, but when he caught sight of his smirking reflection, the expression faded.

Meeting his own eyes, Tony glared. "What're you looking at?"

Pepper's interruption was almost a relief. Following her out, Tony waved away the notecards she tried to hand him, but at her murderous look, he smirked and took them anyway, sending her one last wink before mounting the stage. The cards disappeared into his pocket before Tony raised his hands above his head in dual greetings to the press, and the crowd beyond them, who rose to their feet in excitement upon his entrance.

A mosquito-like buzz rose among the newspeople, probably in reaction to Tony's surprisingly enduring popularity, but Stark himself wasn't surprised. Nor was he as egotistical, as he was in his youth, to think that they were here because they loved him. He knew from experience that they were here out of morbid curiosity - to see just what would happen next. How he would screw up. Well, Tony had no intention of satisfying them today.

As he reached the podium, the noise-level diminished, and pulling the cards from his pocket with a wry glance off-stage, squinting into the darkness, Tony flashed his teeth at the sea of microphones.

"Good afternoon," he began. "I want to thank you all for coming to our little party here. We at Stark Resilient have been hard at work on an excellent project that we're proud to present as an innovation in not only the green energy movement; not only..."

Tony trailed off. In the back of the room, a man moved through the crowd. He looked very familiar. It made Tony's stomach crawl, and a cold sweat washed over him.

Clearing his throat, Tony tried to continue. It couldn't be who he thought it was. "Ahem, Not only... not only an innovation for the housing industry; not only is this the greatest step forward city planning and..."

The man in the back moved again, and the bald head gave way to a face that was unmistakably that of Obadiah Stane.

Anger surged through Tony, followed by confusion. Leaping from the stage, Tony vaulted into the audience, past the shocked members of the press who turned to follow him, only to be trapped by the wall of the crowd behind them. Tony just kept pushing through, shoving people aside who didn't see better than to get out of his way before he reached them. "You! Come here!"

The man - Stane, he was sure of it now - looked terrified, and well he should be. Moving closer, Tony reached for his arm. "Hey! Stop! Let me get a look at you."

The man kept going, and just as he reached the door, grabbed him by the collar, swinging him around to face him with a roar of "STANE!" Fury made his vision swim, but he knew that face, and rage flooded his body, filling him with hatred he hadn't felt in years.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Tony scream, throwing Stane to the floor. Stane tried to scuttle backwards, shaking his head, his mouth working as though he wanted to apologize, but it was way too late after all the times he'd taken Tony's life to pieces and left him for dead. And then what his son had done to him - done to Pepper - enough was enough! "I'm going to rip your nuts right off your body so that you'll never create any more hellspawn to torture us again, you mother-fucker!"

As his fist hit his one-time mentor's face, Tony could feel the bone shatter against his knuckles and the pleasure he took from it was almost sexual. Staring down at him through a haze of red, Tony hit Stane again, and again, not realizing that as he did, his own howls were growing louder and louder, too.

The Terror of the North

2011-07-11T01:40:21Z

The Wendigo was confused. One minute it had been tracking a group of hunters in it's territory in the Canadian wilds, but now..it wasn't home anymore. There were no trees, no snow. The Wendigo was confused, angry..but then it realized this new place had one thing in abundance. It practically assaulted it's nostrils. Prey. This place had so much prey. So packed together, so closed in. It didn't care when the fleshings screamed in fear, or when one in blue began shooting hot pebbles at it. These were nuisances. The Wendigo roared in anticipation as it eyed a few choice morsels. Let the feast begin!

"WENDIGO!"

(set after the SA mission)

2011-07-07T01:46:32Z

Natasha sank down into the hot water of the bath until it came up to her chin. Her head fell back onto the bath pillow and she closed her eyes. A long content sigh came from her as she started to relax. The hot water felt heavenly and the oils and salts in the water helped to relax her along with the heat. The glass of wine she had before the bath and the one she has for the bath didn't hurt either.

Natasha let her mind wander as she soaked.

The City of Angels (Open)

2011-07-06T23:59:37Z

Los Angeles was the City of Angels, but Sersi was far from being an angel. There may have been one point in history where her people were mistaken for angels, but Sersi would never claim to be one or otherwise pretend. Angels seemed like the stuffy type and Sersi couldn't abide stuffy.

Sersi loved the lights and glitter of LA. It was her kind of town. So was New York, Tokyo, Paris and a few others, but each one had a special feel to it. LA was no different. The feel and energy of the city was like no other.

She had only come to town for a weekend, but now it had been six months. She just didn't see a reason to leave just yet. Money wasn't an issue when you could create your own and Sersi wasn't quite done shopping. Right now, however, she was sitting in an outdoor cafe and enjoying a double espresso.

Chat with Talent Recruiter

2011-07-06T22:26:31Z

Spiral hadn't checked in when she was supposed to. He knew she was fine, the monitor chip in inside her brain gave him all sorts of details regarding health and mentality. No she wasn't in trouble, she was purposely avoiding him. This was nothing new of course, but this project was important. So Mojo used the chip to triangulate her current position. For the moment he waited, as he was sure she wasn't alone in the area.

Two Moments To Change Everything

2011-06-28T03:39:06Z

Some people say you get one moment in your life where, in the space of just that moment, the decision you make will shape everything from then on for you.

Phil Urich was about to have two.

Life was pretty good. Uncle Ben and even the higher-ups at the Bugle had received his work on the Latveria story well, and everyone seemed to love his pictures. The old man had even asked him to help with another research project, doing site-photography for decomissioned H.A.M.M.E.R. facilities and other holdings by Osborne. Phil didn't have the heart to tell his uncle how the last round of investigating anything Osborne had gone, so he agreed.

He'd just been finishing snapshots of a helipad center when something in the back of his brain tickled him just a little. The same sort of impulse that had made him steal Chris' pendant. The same sort that had driven him to cut the deal with Fujikawa. The same sort that had let him know just who to call to put Hollow into protective custody.

And, of course, with his track record in decision making, he found himself in a safe-house, having keyed something in on a pad, he was pretty sure.

"...woah."

Next generation Goblin gear adorned the walls. A fully functioning workshop, safe-house, and small manufacturing depot.

"This... this is..."

No. No, he's not allowed to make any kind of decision about this. Not in his current state of mind. He goes out, gets a cup of coffee, and comes back, trying to make sense of it all. He's about two sips in when he hears the door at the end of the hallway open again, and he dives behind a console in terror.

Re-Match

2011-06-26T21:06:26Z

Paris was watching one of the screens getting a broadcast of some news service. A state visit by the president of Ghudaza to Washington, D.C. His teeth were grinding with every word the man spared for the cameras. He should probably turn this off. He had so few outlets for his anger here, and so much of it.

But he doesn't turn it off.

Father-Son time.

2011-06-19T22:08:18Z

"Now, Sire, look at this neural interface. Even with all the core processors destroyed beyond repair, it's fascinating," Kristoff says cheerfully as he points out the elegant wiring techniques where the robot has been carefully opened up. "Rumor has it that Atlas's own 'Human Robot,' the M11, actually drank the essential life-spark out of his creator through the energy-transfer circuitry, that's how biocompatible some of this is, even if it's normally only used for lethal-force purposes. This kind of design is quite practical to keep in mind in reverse when transferring a computerized sentience to proper organics, don't you think, Sire?"

Stark Resilient's Latest Project

2011-06-16T13:01:07Z

A female reporter is giving her report on the latest news.

"..Tony Stark is expected to divulge his and Stark Resilient's latest undertaking to the world later this week. While there is much debate over what this project could be, Mr. Stark has stated that it will be something never before attempted that could revolutionize the way people live. Considering Mr. Stark's endeavors in the past, this will surely be something to see. While we do not as of yet know specifically when he will address the media, he has assured that he will let us know as soon as possible. This is Rebecca Grangier, Channel 3 news."

Five Minute Break

2011-06-13T02:21:17Z

A daring bank robbery - well, daring in the sense that the idiots carrying it out chose to rob a bank in New York City, which has a per capita superhero population roughly equivalent to the number of Italians in New Jersey - has just been foiled, the money back in the proper hands. Just another day in the life of the friendly neighborhood whatchamacallit.

It seems like he's been running non-stop, lately, despite the aforementioned density of superheroes - but working full-time and holding down a gig with the Avengers doesn't leave him a lot of time for R&R. And things with M.J. were still a teensy bit awkward, with the whole Harry thing.

So Spider-Man sits atop one of the buildings on Central Park West, chowing down on a couple of hot dogs, and enjoying a rare New York breeze that doesn't actually smell like New York.

The Monster That Wanted to be a Real Man

2011-06-10T20:51:51Z

Quasimodo walked over the crumpled bodies of the AIM personnel as he began his search of the lab. The location was on a small unmarked island in the Pacific. Norman Osborn had discovered this group of AIM scientists, but saw them as little threat and wrote them off. Normally Quasimodo would agree, but this group had been studying a subject that interested him, biomechanics. They were looking for ways to create humanoids with bionic enhancements of a less mechanical nature. What the Living Computer wanted more than anything, was to attain a human body. If what these AIM scientists had tried to do worked, then feasibly not only could Quasimodo create a body for himself, but a body that would allow him to transfer his power as well. On that glorious day, his life would begin anew. He'd use Osborn's archives to make him a power unto himself.

"At last I will be the master. It will take time, but if there is one thing a living computer has, it's patience."

Quasimodo then began to sift through AIM's files.

Acclimatizing

2011-06-10T15:58:19Z

His reunion with his people had gone pretty much as he expected. A few were overjoyed to see him, a few were outraged by his mere presence, and the majority didn't know how to react to him. Thor offered them a village in Asgard where they could be safe and under the protection of the Asgardians, to which the grateful Korbinites accepted. When Bill offered to take them, they refused. To them the destruction and death was too new, and many blamed him due to his negligence. Thus Bill had returned to Earth.

"This is going to be..an experience," he muttered to himself.

He saw the looks of passerbys as he walked through the city. He'd gotten mixed reactions, much like those from his own people. Some smiled and waved, recognizing him. Others shrank away from his presence. A few had yelled "mutie" and threw objects at him. Bill grumbled to himself. He would have to find proper lodgings. Thor had offered Bill a home in Asgard, but he declined. If he was going to protect his new world, he must not fall into the negligence that had cost the Korbinites their home. No, he'd need an alternative.

Sounding the Alarm

2011-06-06T22:13:33Z

Bob was worried about Dr. Vernard had told him just minutes ago, and one of his compatriots was a man of the nation of Wakanda. It wouldn't be right to allow such a threat go unwarned. Yet, it could not be done directly. So, using the technology of the saucer and as many screening abilities as he could muster, Bob made a call to the highest office in all of Wakanda, all under the guise of a call from a secretary.

Before the one you serve

2011-05-30T23:49:41Z

Kristoff was being kept pretty busy by the current projects, and by his fears. Suddenly, he noticed a call coming in on the private line. He pulls it up and bows.

"Sir."

The President's Speech (News Report-Open to Reactions)

2011-05-24T18:27:45Z

"...and it is imperative that those of us who do not possess the gene for mutancy to insure that our civil rights and inherent freedoms are not violated by those that do. I do not advocate violence or discrimination against mutants; on the contrary, I advocate assimilation and integration with the general populace, after said people have declared their empowered status and work with the government for a set number of years to improve our country." President Ndroso says to the assembled crowd.

The assembled reporters seemingly nod in agreement, remaining mostly silent as he continues to speak.

"However, the subversive and terrorist activities perpetrated by the group known as 'The Chosen of the Gods' will /not/ be tolerated. We will hunt you, we will find you and it is this administration's first priority to root out this group of mutants and bring them to justice for their crimes against the human populace of Ghudaza. This group has recently taken responsibility for the attack perpetrated one year ago at Ghudaza Medical Center, killing over 2,000 people including my wife and young son." Ndroso says, pausing to let that sink in.

The crowd murmurs in shock and disbelief. Ndroso's desire to run for office had come from that singular event, though he rarely discussed it in public, even if it was common knowledge.

"Next week, I will be visiting America to speak with the President of the United States and the Senate about a joint effort between several countries to root out all mutant terrorist groups, as well as initiate discussions on how to bring mutants more fully into the global community. Those who wish to live in peace are welcome to do so, but those who are dedicated to the cause of mutant supremacy over humanity by any means, violent or non-violent, must be apprehended and brought to justice." President Ndroso says, looking directly into the camera.

"Thank you for your time this evening, and God Bless." he says, turning to leave the stage.

marvel_legends @ 2011-05-23T10:20:00

2011-05-23T13:55:55Z

"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.

dreams are born again

2011-05-22T03:21:56Z

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.

Kevin Masterson Hates You, Hates Your City, and Hates Your Heroes

2011-05-20T23:12:27Z

"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...

Prelude and Field Trip.

2011-05-19T23:57:20Z

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.

In Russia

2011-05-17T22:22:19Z

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.