Marvel Next Generation Roleplay

Ambush! (open to Hal)

2012-02-10T04:47:58Z

Svalin stood off to one side and watched the actors and actresses move around the set. Her brother was filming a new movie...He-Man or something like that and Svalin was taking a break from her consulting work on fight choreography to watch. The studio had taken her on as a special consultant when it came to choreographing fight scenes. It wasn't real battle, but it kept her in practice and she liked teaching people how to properly use a sword.

This was the tenth time they were doing this scene and Svalin thought about wandering over to the table of food soon.

marvel_nextgen @ 2012-02-09T19:57:00

2012-02-10T03:11:26Z

Bored and somewhat lonely, Sasha decided to go see just who she could find lurking around the mansion. Her hearing picked up ambient sounds, indicating there were a few options of who to bother. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo...

Freedom always has a price.

2012-02-10T01:01:46Z

The incursion into the Weapon X facility had resulted in the liberation of its inhabitants - one of them being Evie. During the chaos, she'd managed to slip through the building to a door... a door to the outside. The collar inhibiting her abilities was removed, broken into tiny shards, and Evie was free to use her powers as she wanted. Finally. Fear, panic and the need to flee had her lifting off the ground and flying as fast as she could away from the building. She didn't have any direction in mind, hell, she didn't even know where she was, but she wanted to be away. Far, far away.

She barely paid any attention to the landscape as she passed, merely trying to find a place she could easily lose herself in. A city came into view, one teeming with life and bodies and places easy to disappear into. Landing on a rooftop, she collapsed to her knees. Adrenaline and stubbornness had gotten her this far. She was already weakened from a week with no food - a punishment for disobedience - and needed a moment to catch her breath before attempting to fit in with the bustling bodies down below.

When she'd calmed enough and felt more steady on her feet, she went to the side of the building lined by an alley, making sure the coast was clear as she quickly lowered herself to the ground. She knew she shouldn't use her abilities in public; a fact that had been drilled into her by her handlers for the time when she'd been broken enough to be a useful asset. Landing in the middle of the alley, she leaned back against the brick wall, feeling her heartbeat slow from a thundering roar to something almost normal.

She couldn't believe it. She was free. A strangled sob left her, one she quickly swallowed back down. Now was not the time to fall to pieces. She needed to--

"Well, well, well. Look what the alley cat dragged in. What's the matter, Red? You get a little lost on the way to Grandma's house?"

The voice came from her right, three bodies coming from around the corner of the building and making their way over to her with smiles she recognized all too well. Mean, bullying smiles. Predatory smiles. The guards had worn those smiles. She'd hated them. Looking at the three of them, she pushed off from the wall and turned to walk to the other end of the alley. To the street filled with people that was visible from where she stood. She'd made it five steps before she felt her arm grabbed and she was whirled around, held face-to-face with that leering smile that made her hunch her shoulders out of habit.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you it's bad manners to ignore someone? We asked you a question, Red. And now you've gone and hurt our feelings." He was a bulky, dark haired man, teeth yellowed and eyes cruel as he looked down at her.

The thin blonde with the darting eyes snickered from beside him. "I can think of a few ways she can kiss it and make it all better."

"Great idea, Stan. Whaddya think, Red? Where you wanna kiss first?" One of his hand slid up her arm, cupping the back of her neck.

And Evie had had enough. Enough of the leering. Enough of the mean smiles. Enough of being defenseless. Without the collar, she was anything but, even at low reserves. Her hand came up and grabbed his wrist, an action that had him laughing for a heartbeat before there was a sizzling sound and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Then he was howling, jerking himself away from her and cradling his arm to his chest. "Bitch! Freak bitch!"

The whistle through the air warned her of the pipe aiming for her head, one she stopped halfway to its mark with a thought, turning to glare at the third male, one currently wearing a look of surprised fear. Another mental push, and the man - and his pipe - went flying into the opposite wall, a satisfying crunch as he landed face first, nose gushing blood as he slid down to land in a heap on the ground. The skinny blonde's eyes were darting even more as he hid behind the dark haired thug, tugging and screaming at him to get him to leave. Rage fueled the handful of flame that manifested in her palm, flames that grew bigger as she hurled them at the pair. A scream left her as she stood there, watching them both be enveloped in a pillar of fire, all the rage and fear crawling its way out to make a hideous pained howl.

The fire disappeared abruptly, a wave of dizziness flooding over her as her exhaustion finally began to win out over the adrenaline rush. Backing away from the charred corpses, she stumbled through the debris in the alley, not making it to the corner of the building before she collapsed, watching the world swim in front of her eyes, the colour leeching from it until everything was a blank slate of grey - then there was nothing.

Crazy Things Happen: Shane/Cait Bodyswitching

2012-02-09T03:59:49Z

Shane was in the kitchen packing up a snack to take with him. He was bored and the weather was pretty nice so he figured he would go outside and do some exploring to check the woods nearby the school. He had not really done that yet but it seemed like it would be some fun.

Regrouping

2012-02-09T03:10:14Z

Greg wiped down the mahogany bar with a clean rag in preparation of opening for the night. He had bought the bar two weeks ago and so far it had been keeping him extremely busy. He had the idea of buying an establishment before he went out to LA and after talking to his father the idea became more concrete. When he returned to Seattle he purchased space and got things set up. The Wolf's Den opened a few days ago and had been crowded every night since.

His staff, bartenders and waitresses, have done an excellent job so far and Greg had done well when he hired them. He finished wiping and threw the rag into the sink under he bar. They wouldn't open for a few hours yet, but right now there would be a few people stopping by.

He went to the door.

This Cannot Be Good No Matter How You Look At It - Anya/Toni Crack-Bodyswap

2012-02-08T02:08:58Z

"I'm almost ready," Anya said as she opened the safe where her mother kept all of her jewelry. She picked out a pair of emerald and diamond earrings and a ring she never saw before. She studied it for a moment and then slipped it on her finger. The safe was re-secured and Anya turned to face Toni. "Now I'm ready."

Moving Chess Pieces

2012-02-06T03:57:15Z

Ophois had plans. Those plans required very careful maneuvering and he didn't want those whelps of Thor to interfere. It was time to put some things into motion that should provide a big enough distraction to allow him to do what he needed to do.

He had a few people to visit to set things in motion.

The first stop was the Defenders' compound. They had a few items in their vault he wanted.

Nightmares and Dreamscapes - Kal/Buck Angst 11

2012-02-06T01:49:00Z

The scene shifted and Kalypso looked around. The buildings of New York had been destroyed and turned into rubble. The familiar landmarks and buildings were gone. Something had destroyed one of the greatest cities on Earth.

Kal looked around. Where were the Avengers? Why hadn't they stopped this destruction? Where were the Defenders? The X-Men? Any of the other hero teams? Why had they let this happen?

People moved about in the rubble and ruins and Kal desperately sought a familiar face. An elderly gentleman came up to her. He smiled and said her name, but she didn't recognize him. He said her name again and Kal took a closer look at him. "Jack?" No. It couldn't be Jack. Jack wasn't old and this man looked like he was pushing one hundred.

He smiled and nodded. Before he could speak again he started to age more and started turning into dust. "Nooo!" she yelled and reached out a hand. Jack turned completely into dust by the ravages of time and blew away with the wind. Kal's gut twisted into a knot.

There was laughing behind her and she turned to see her uncle standing there. The Mad Titan laughed and destroyed another building.

Kal reached out with her mind to find any Avenger left alive.

In The Wee Small Hours Of the Morning - Angst 5 (Kelly)

2012-02-06T00:35:48Z

Anya stumbled into the kitchen of the Thunderbolts headquarters and silently prayed there was some coffee made. It was early or late depending on how one looked at it, but she hadn't slept yet tonight. Sleep was a rare commodity lately. Nightmares kept her awake at night, but on the plus side she was getting some work done.

She stared at the coffee maker as if willing the thing to work were possible. Blinking a few times she kicked on the autopilot and started prepping the machine to make a fresh pot.

Trust exercise

2012-02-04T03:56:24Z

Post Nightstalkers forming

Rita had been having a very long week. Things hadn't improved when a vampire she had been tracking had gotten away. She had tried every trick she had learned only to come up short. It left her frequently feeling frustrated since she really wanted that vampire taken out. He was a nasty piece of work.

Finally she gave up because she knew she couldn't find him on her own. So that was why she decided she'd call Tyler since he was an experienced vampire hunter. So she grabbed her cell phone out of her jacket and decided to give Tyler a call. Maybe he had an idea when it came to tracking down a vampire in a city as big as Seattle when it seemed like the creature had gone to ground.

Showdown at Ontoda's - Action 14

2012-01-29T20:22:42Z

"Ontoda, a Ciegrim-7 Firebomb please," Azura said as she slid onto a stool at the bar.

"You're in luck Miss Azura. I have just enough for one more."

Ciegrim-7 Firebombs were the most popular drink at Ontoda's and one of Azura's favorite. Ontoda usually ran out of the ingredients not longer after a new shipment came in. Azura tried to get at least one right after a shipment of ingredients came in.

She gave Ontoda a smile. "Thanks, Ontoda."

Well This Is A Bit Awkward - Crack 9

2012-01-29T05:31:00Z

Svalin wasn't tired and she decided to use the training room to release some frustrations. After three hours in there she decided to cool off my taking a quick swim in the pool. She headed to the pool directly from the training room. Once outside, she stripped and dove into the pool. Not once did she think about finding a swimsuit.

Cait and Sylvie - Angst - 5

2012-01-29T01:03:02Z

Cait woke shaking and screaming. It was only a dream, but it had felt so real. She dreamed that she had been back in Sinister's lab and he had been experimenting on her. Though to her it felt akin to torture. He had done things to her that didn't happen when she was under his care, but she couldn't control her dreams.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the scene shifted and she was Apocalypse's captive. It was ten times worse than being in Sinister's care. She screamed as Apocalypse started transforming her into one of his horsemen.

Cait woke screaming.

2 Members of Alpha Flight Walk Into a Bar (Action, 2)

2012-01-28T17:42:37Z

"Come on," Alex said. "You can use the restroom in here." Alex opened the door to the pub and held it open for Mason. Mason was underage to drink, but not to use the restroom. Besides, Alex was thirsty and could grab a soda while Mason took care of business.

Family Time

2012-01-26T02:50:20Z

Svalin walked along her wife and son on their way back to the Avenger's Mansion after the incident with the dragon. Svalin carried dragon parts while Vernique pushed the stroller with Solver in it.

"Kael fought well," she said as they walked.

Is being snow! (fluff, 14)

2012-01-25T20:49:31Z

In a climate controlled atmosphere such as Knowhere, weather was quite the impossibility. The temperature and atmosphere inside were designed as a compromise to a great number of alien species, which meant that no one was entirely comfortable inside, but that at least no one was in any danger from being inside either.

None of which explained why it was snowing on the Promenade Deck.

Red sneezed, which was followed by a fullbody shake. "...Am not having seen this before."

The air is THIN up here....

2012-01-25T18:49:26Z

Everything had been checked and double-checked. Marlow had practiced the spell until she could see the runes in her mind in just the places she wanted them. It was going to be GREAT. She'd help the team by increasing her own size for limited periods so she wouldn't just be a puny human sorceress learning to fight. She'd be an /Asgardian/ sized sorceress and really show the bad guys who they had to watch out for in a fight.

Sitting on the grass in front of her bungalow, she closed her eyes and recited the words and waited.

She didn't feel anything. Not a thing. There should've been some sort of sensation when her body became bigger, but everything seemed fine. With a sigh, she mentally prepared herself to work on the spell some more and try again later.

When she opened her eyes, a sense of euphoria and wrongness filled her. She was looking down at a body that wasn't hers. The spell had worked, sort of, but... whose body was it?

America (and apparently the Shi'ar Empire)'s Good Time Game!

2012-01-24T03:05:48Z

For future reference for all involved, it is never considered a good idea to play Scrabble with a literate, well-read prince. Board games have been the destruction of many a relationship, though this round had not quite progressed that far. However, Rachel was definitely beginning to feel like a backwater hick by comparison.

She looked at the tiles that Starbridge had put down on the Scrabble board and frowned. "That is so not a word."

marvel_nextgen @ 2012-01-22T21:27:00

2012-01-24T01:43:07Z

Fred was trying to pace the amount of work he did compared to the rest that Sylvie insisted he take. Now was one of his rest periods. Frankly..Fred wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Perhaps something to drink? Figuring this was as good an idea as any, he headed for the kitchen.

Tokyo Held Hostage

2012-01-23T20:08:11Z

It had all gone perfectly. The occupation of the broadcast building had gone without a hitch. Even with the added security that came with the impending live interview with the Prime Minister's daughter, Shinobu's men were up the task. Most of said security were relatively unharmed, adding to the sizable amount of hostages they now had. They had had agents within the building's personnel for weeks, meticulously planning this out. In all, they had several dozen people soldiers, all ready to die if need be to secure their country.

Shinobu stood in front of the camera as it timed down to broadcast his message. "My fellow countrymen, I regret that events have grown so intolerable that I must resort to such methods in order to halt the degrading of culture and society. The American occupation of our land is a constant insult and a tumor of decay that is eating away at our proud homeland. Enough is enough, and it must end. For this reason, I have taken the Tokyo Broadcasting building hostage, as well as its entire staff. More importantly, I have in my custody our illustrious Prime Minister's daughter. Our demands are a simple one. All Americans stationed at the military base must leave immediately. This occupation will no longer be tolerated. For every hour you delay, hostages will be slain. Delay too long..and our Prime Minister's daughter will be added to the body count. I am saddened that this is what it comes to in order to jump-start our national pride, but you have only yourselves to blame for not acting sooner." And he ends the feed.

Lunch (open to Angelo)

2012-01-23T05:20:06Z

Irina loved New York City and being a teleporter meant she could reach New York any time she wanted. Today she felt like lunch in the Village. Corey had also requested certain items that Irina knew she could find in the city. Two birds, one stone.

She ordered a coffee and drank that while she looked at the menu.

Pillow talk

2012-01-22T18:54:34Z

She was feeling pretty good right now. She had gotten Greg to come over and just stay with her for a while. The Asgardian had an arm thrown around his middle as they relaxed after the mead she had insisted they both needed. She had much less than him as she had been feeling a little lazy and had taken her time drinking and now she is just watching him.

This is incredibly comfortable. It had been sometime since she had felt this comfortable around anyone. It was nice and had been very nice.

"Art thou comfortable, Greg," she asks out loud while peering at him. She was willing to get something else to drink or to move if need be.

Dragons, Unicorns, and Dinosaurs Oh My!

2012-01-21T23:03:42Z

Zoey loved New York City. When they came to New York it meant that Zoey could visit Scotty. No matter what business her mother had in the city with her job, she always made sure Zoey had the chance to visit Scotty. Zoey brought all her Super Buddies toys with her and her favorite movie.

After they played with the toys and watched the movie they moved onto playing Hide And Go Seek. Scotty was it and Zoey ran to hide. She ended up in a room with a lot of gadgets and machines. She hid under the desk. Giggles came from her. Scotty would never find her here.

Zoey waited for what seemed a long time. Maybe she had hid too well and Scotty got tired of looking for her and was doing something else. Maybe he gave up and she would be waiting here all day. Maybe she should go see what he was doing.

She crawled out from under the desk. It was time to go find...what was that glowing square thing? It looked NEAT.

Zoey moved the chair over to it and climbed up on the chair. Pretty!

Ready or Not (Open to the Avengers)

2012-01-21T02:27:20Z

The Avengers Mansion was pretty easy to find with how public it was not that Nicolai thought it would be that hard to find otherwise anyways. It was a pretty impressive looking building though it definitely was no castle. The Avengers definitely had impressive technology though.

He had sent a message ahead of time letting them know of his intentions and that he would be coming by soon. The Avengers did a lot of good for the world and the challenges they faced were certainly something he wanted to do himself. He paged the intercom to be let inside.

Introspection and Upkeep (open)

2012-01-18T20:26:54Z

Vincent sat on the edge of the roof of the Baxter Building, looking out and down on the city. He rubbed his arms, the simple tunic and belt with pouches he was wearing offering only minimal protection against the cold. He let out a sigh, able to remember not only when the cold would not have registered, but when he could have thrown himself off without a second thought. Granted, even before the Demogorge incident, he would have had to do something before hitting the pavement, but he would have done so with his power. He had been a scion of both mortal and divine blood. Since then... he'd been something else.

He was still human, for all intents and purposes. What Odin had done to him, regarding his longevity, was more a matter of a job with really good benefits, rather than being a supernatural or divine being. Vincent's lifespan had a condition for its end, but he supposed he would still age and grow. (Not that he'd put on any height or muscle mass in the year-plus it had been since then...) He certainly got tired and hungry and cold and sick and all those insipid little things baseline humans had to deal with. Even Doctor Strange and his father had to grapple with the limitations of the sack of meat and bones they were born with.

The difference for him now was in his power. Certainly, he still had the mental aptitude for sorcery and inborn strength for it that his father and grandmother and who knows how many generations before them; but he could no longer give them the same 'kick' he had been accustomed to. Before the 'repairs' that Odin had performed with the ordeal on the World Tree, it had been like using someone else's hands. Afterwards, with the benefit of his new patrons, it had merely been like learning to write left-handed. He was, he supposed, as formidable as he ever was in terms of magical prowess; perhaps moreso, with how the ordeal had forced him to grow.

He furrowed his brow as one patron in particular stuck out in his mind. Loki. That was the second, perhaps third time in his life, that the God of Mischief had personally had some hand in his affairs. The escape from Doomstadt had come into focus, and he felt there was something else, but it refused to achieve the same clarity. Why? What was Vincent to Loki? Just a way to needle at his biological parents, random boredom, or something else on the part of the Liesmith?

That was enough navel-gazing for the time being. He had work to do. His patrons had yet to fail them, and he owed them a nod every so often, via not letting any of his skills in their respective domains grow tarnished. He got up from the edge and walked to the middle of the roof, drawing out the ritual dagger he used in his spellwork. It was a simple blade, but the edge was real enough.

"Tyr of Battles, you guide my hands." He speaks, almost sure that if his day were illustrated, his voice would need a different font. He then spends a few minutes doing basic combat exercises. Thinking of his blade slicing flesh, deflecting strikes, and so on. When he stops, he lays the knife to the back of one arm.

"Idunn of the golden apples, you mend my wounds." He makes a light cut across his arm, and with another gesture, closes the wound. He smiles, as his favorite ritual of tribute is next on his list. He forms a fireball in each hand, and tosses them high above him, and they arc slowly, before coming back towards him.

"Balder of light, you shield me from harm. Sigyn of victories, you remove my obstacles." One fireball splaches against a shield, while the other simply dissipates into the air. He smiles. No matter how old he gets, or how much better he is with illusions, fire is always cool. He cleans of the dagger, then bends his arm back.

"Bragi of wonders, warp that which is and should be." He hurls the knife hard into the rooftop, but by some wonder, it neither breaks nor even chips. Preservation enchantments, always so wonderfully practical, if not glamorous. Vincent smiles to himself as he retrieves the knife, then lets out a heavy sigh.

"Loki Liesmith, you deceive my foes." Vincent reaches for something not there, and pulls a conjured cloak about himself, making him invisible. While he's got another layer between him and the elements, he looks skyward.

"Thor, God of Thunder, you let me commune with the sky above..." He holds out a palm, and feels the winds swirl about him, bringing a gentle shower of rain with them, which quickly passes. He dispels the cloak, shakes off the excess water, then hurls the knife high over his head.

"Odin All-Father... you give me insight." He closes his eyes, and waits. When he feels a twinge of instict, his arm lashes out, and he catches the dagger neatly by the handle, before it would have pierced him. He smiles and puts it away, heading towards the elevator. He stops and lays his palms against the door-frame.

"Frigg of Hearth and Home... you shield my family from prying eyes and harm." He smiles, as he gives a tiny refreshment, the best he can manage without a proper ritual, to the various magical protections on the Building, before going inside and then headed to the common area to relax with a movie and as much food as his mortal stomach will bear.