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Post by Deadpool on Mar 3, 2019 22:40:07 GMT
It sure has been a wild year, hasn't it? Hell, it feels like it's been even longer than that since the first recorded vagrant superhero crashed into this New Earth and shook up the status quo. Oh, wait, you don't know about that? Oh ho ho, then pull up a chair, friend, and let Ol' Wade fill you in on what's been going on 'round these parts. Y'see, this New Earth, as we've been so creatively referring to it, is a world where superpowered weirdos, called Neo-Humans here, weren't given a formal introduction to the rest of the public until very recently. They were around, sure, but kept very heavily under wraps, and often anyone who exhibited such powers disappeared under very mysterious and most certainly not nefarious circumstances. Neos kept themselves hidden, generally, with those looking to use their great powers for great responsibility working in secret behind masks. That is, until the Vagrants started showing up. Heh, makes us sound like such a threat, doesn't it? Vagrants. So menacing. So scary. Really, we're just lost travelers from other dimensions, some with powers, some without, that ended up literally slipping through the cracks from our homeworlds and ended up in this one. None of us know why. Some are working on developing a way back to where they came from. Others took up part time jobs and try to continue heroing or villaining in their down time. And of course a few preferred to swing their dicks around and garner as much attention as possible. Which may have included attacking the White House with giant magnetized scrap balls on international television. Yeah, that last part didn't exactly put vagrants or neos into a very pretty light. Thanks, Magneto . Since then, world governments have put a heavier emphasis on neo-human and vagrant detainment, and the general public lived in greater fear of powered people. Those captured, like yours truly, were usually sent to holding facilities...which turned out to be more of the scientific experimentation type of facility with scalpels and freaky serums. Not a fun time, lemme tell ya. But that was a year ago! Let's get you up to speed on the state of New Earth now. New Earth still isn't exactly the friendliest alternate dimension I've visited, and I think its only gotten more f**ked since last year. My friends managed to bust me out of Echo Labs, the top neo research and detainment facility, in the United States, tearing down the whole thing and freeing all the captured and lab-designed neos being kept there. I ended up back in good old New York City, but I can't help but wonder where all the others ended up scattering to. Perhaps those character applications will come up in the near future to let us know! On the native neo-human front, they haven't exactly fared much better, despite the exposure of the cruelties being performed at Echo Labs. International superstar, Gensokyo Girl , made quite the scream in the media after being outed as having powers she kept hidden for years, leading to further distrust among neighbors, and a greater emphasis on stamping out these supposed anomalies once and for all. There have been talks of more desperate means being taken to dampen neo-human abilities with specialized serums...but those are still in the testing phases. Where they're testing though...and who they're testing on...maybe we need to smash up a few more laboratories? Meanwhile, one of the dick-swingers from my own universe (or at least one very much like it – once a Doctor DOOM , always a Doctor Doom, I suppose) founded his own recreation of his home country, supposedly as a safe place for neo-humans and vagrants alike, where they won't be persecuted for their powers and will be under the protection of the Latverian government. Huh...oddly generous there, Vicky. Call me paranoid, but that sort of charity often comes with a huge catch, especially when offered from a guy that literally is called DOOM. And that's where we stand for the moment! What about the rest of you? What's been going on with you since last year? Give us a short write up of what you've been up to since last we met up. And if you're planning on moving a thread you were working on prior to the fast forward to “now” as opposed to “then,” let us know that as well, and which ones! *** For me, I've been keeping it more on the down low lately, hiding out in New York City in my good buddy Spider-Man 's apartment. He's a real pal, you know? Dealing with my nonsense and all that. I should really figure out a way to make it up to him...
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Post by Gensokyo Girl on Mar 4, 2019 0:13:00 GMT
It was quiet and calm. A dark room that might as well have been her tomb. Apart from the sound of her breathing, the only noise that broke the maddening silence was the subtle ticking of the clock. How long has she been hiding in here? Two days? Or was it three? With thick curtains covering the windows and the door blocked to prevent any light from seeping through, she wasn't able to tell if it was day or night. She had to get up and do something, Kris knew that all to well. But it just required energy she didn't have. A soft knock tapped on the door, but to the girl, it might was well have been gunshots, the way it made her head throb.
"GG? You still alive? Kris?" a voice called through the barrier. Despite it intending to be soft and concerning, it pounded in the teen's head like a jackhammer.
Reaching over to her nightstand, the celebrity slipped on her headphones. While she was used to having stress. Recently, it has increased nearly hundred fold, causing the idol to get migraines from hell. Speaking of hell, ever since she got her powers back, there's been some issues. They were less controlled. In large crowds, she would tend to get vibration overloads practically forcing her mind to shutdown. While she has made a lot of progress of regaining control over her unique abilities, there was still a ways to go.
"Kris, I'm coming in" the voice stated once more. As the knob turned, a crack of light entered the pitch black room. It felt as though she was staring directly at the sun before a large figure walked through. She'd recognize that walking brick wall anywhere. It was Bobby; one of her few friends that remained by her side through thick and thin. Not to mention someone that helped keep her head from going too far into the clouds.
Shuffling his feet across the floor, the behemoth of a man nudged wrappers, electronics, and general trash out of his path. It was probably a good thing the lights weren't on. Calling the place a pigsty would be an understatement. The smell of unwashed teenage body wreaked through the stale air. This wasn't enough to deter the man from helping his client, however. Sitting down on the bed and gently as he could, Kris could feel the mattress angling slightly from the sheer muscle mass. A firm, yet calm hand laid itself on her shoulder. The touch was warm and comforting against her oiled skin.
"I know it hurts, Kris, but you need to get up. They need you. It's time Gensokyo Girl became a beacon of hope once more."
Opening her mouth, teen spoke her first words in over a week. "I'm not enough...." her voice was rough from the tears threatening to roll from her eyes. It was just too much for her to bear. The last several months have taken their toll on her sanity and will. Every turn was met with equal or greater opposition and each time was harsher than the last. Gensokyo Girl, a name that was once at the top of billboards and known throughout the world as a symbol of happiness and hope no longer held the same great spark. While tours and concerts were still being held, their impact and crowds diminished significantly. But, Bobby was right. If not now, then when? This world has been plunged into chaos and, while battles were being fought everyday, turmoil was still growing.
"If one isn't enough, then make more" With that final statement, bed went level once more as the hand left her shoulder. Large footsteps shuffled back to the door. A glimpse of light entered then disappeared as the hinges of the barrier creaked ever so gently.
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Post by Zach Sainmore on Mar 4, 2019 1:14:12 GMT
The rancher wiped the sweat off his brow after he finished nailing in the final board. A new chicken coop and run was finally established on the farm. Sainmore Farms was slowly getting a name in the local areas. Known for their quality produce and animals, Zach was able to sign a few more contracts with several diners and grocery outlets. In turn, the extra cash allowed the man to buy several more acres and expand. To say that things were running extremely smooth would be incorrect, however. Just the other day, a bull went out of control and destroyed several structures. It rammed the side of his tractor, damaging the vehicle to the point of making it inoperable. As much as the lightmancer hated doing it, the animal was forced to be put down. A well aimed shot from his rifle, ensured it passed without suffering.
With one more task finally completed, the boy went to take a much needed break and cool-off. Looking up at the aged sign hanging near the entryway, Zach gave a small chuckle. It's been almost two years since the farm was created. And only a few less months since meeting his companion. Speaking of which, where was she on her delivery route? Although his truck was beaten up and old, it should still be running fine. Giving a small shrug, he leaned against a fence post while guzzling a bottle of water. If anything happened, he could always tow them home with his new dually.
Looking up to the sky as a slight breeze stirred up the smell of hay and manure, most would've gagged at the scent. But, to Zach, it put a smile on his face. Living out in the country was peaceful. He never did like the city life. Too much noise and pollution. Not to mention people aren't as friendly, most often. Granted, a lot of people seem to be on edge nowadays. News of the laboratory being destroyed reached even the outskirts. The doomsday callers practically appeared on every corner afterwards, claiming that neos and abominations were going to be the destruction of humankind or something. The thought of it while irked the farmer, also made him chuckle slightly as he shook his head.
"Well, might as well start fixin' up the tractor," he said aloud to himself. Walking over the green farming machine, Zach checked the inside of it, not even sure where to begin on the repairs. This was a task that was going to take quite a while.
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Post by Cheshire on Mar 4, 2019 1:44:39 GMT
Scarecrow : Johnathan Crane has been quite the snake in the grass....Taking residence at an abandoned church....Or at least, abandoned once Crane was done wiping the blood off his scythe. Over the course of a year Scarecrow has been recruiting the most deranged and disillusioned of Detroit's citizens into a class (cult) of students, passing on his wisdom of fear and terror onto a new generation, and they have many....MANY theories and experiments to put to the test.... Mysterio : Mysterio and The Hobgoblin are currently enjoying the height of their popularity, living in luxury with all sorts of merchandise and brand deals. There is still one thing eluding Beck however, revenge against a certain webhead for stranding him in an alternate dimension....No not this one. Cheshire : Cheshire has taken it upon herself to train Lian as a fighter, since she knows she will be unable to persuade her daughter to give up her heroic aspirations. In between taking care of Lian, and giving her lessons, Jade continues to go on vigilante raids to keep her violent impulses under control. Attempting to hold back as a good influence to her daughter, Jade's killer instinct often does get the better of her.... @azaleasalvatora : Azalea's cafe has become a point of controversy amongst the locals. Openly supporting both Neo's and Vagrants, anyone and everyone is welcome through her doors, which of course deeply upsets the anti neo/vagrant crowd. This has lead to her often having her place vandalized, or threatened on a weekly basis, but she continues to endure, confident that she would be able to handle anyone that tried to get serious with their threats. She has also began seeing a former customer of hers, none other than Gensokyo Girl . However nothing is official yet....(given permission by BLCKSWRD )
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I’m told my best subject is sleeping, but I think it’s eating.
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Post by Maddkitty on Mar 4, 2019 2:31:26 GMT
Harley Quinn: has kept up her club and has taken her place next to the joker. She has pretty much fallen back into her hench woman stage instead of mob boss handing over everything she started over to the Joker.
Lian Harper: Lian keeps up her antics as a hero. Going by the name of Speedy. She loves Jason, Roy and Jade. She gets good grades and is always ready to beat up bad guys.
Talos/Jessica: after spending her time with Zach she decided to stay with him on the farm. He is teaching her how to actually live life. She was sad when he put her favorite bull down but understood the reasons. Jessica still has plenty of anger issues and still causes fights to happen when shes angered. She still has red moments, where she lashes out at everyone but can now be calmed by Zach.
Zatanna Zatara: has become a huge star in this world. Her magic shows are divine. She helps out those in need and Shadiwcreast has become a great place for those who need a home. Sun city is also blooming with those who just want to live out their life without fear.
Shuri: Shuri has joined up with a technology company and is helping the world anyway she can. She has also started to rebuild the Black Panther suit and other wakandan weapons.
Frost Flower: not much is know about where she went or what really happened after the run in at the school with the Goverment. Some say she disappeared, others say she simply died. But those few who knew the truth, knew she was saved by Kris Johnson. Since then Jackie has put in time to actually train and learn to control the powers with in.
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Post by Phantom on Mar 4, 2019 6:56:35 GMT
A figure stood atop a hospital as the wind whipped around them. Thunder rolled across the cloudy night sky as rain pelted the streets below. To most, the silhouette would be a shadow in the dark, only the extremely keen eyed would be able to make out the shape of a man. His electric blue eyes focused on their target, a burly man wielding a briefcase as he neared the drop-off point. Jumping from his post, the ninja plunged towards the earth, landing without making any noise as he drew two throwing knives. Sprinting towards the behemoth, Blake launched one of the blades, severing the handcuffed linking the case to the hand. Before the wall of a human had a chance to even recognize what was going on, the neo grabbed the object and, in the same fluid movement, swung a leg square into the enemy's adam apple, preventing any cry for help. As the leg came down, the suit case went up, slamming against the victim's head, rendering them unconscious, and only fifty feet from the drop-off point. Having high-tailed it away from the scuffle, Phantom waited until he got several block away before putting a small device on the steel container. With a high pitched chirp, any form of tracking on it would've been disabled. Upon getting to a secured location, the leader of the Cross clan knelt down and forced the mobile safe open. Inside were several vials of a oil-like fluid that had a subtle gray color. Pressing a button on his headset, the teen whispered to his new sensei, " Phantom to BATMAN. Intel was correct, four vials of the serum. Intended target was flawed. Lack of armed personnel and light resistance raises concerns." Ever since the incident at the high school, the Black Mists lost most of their reputation, resulting in fewer contracts and, ultimately, the resign of their master infiltrator, Blake Cross. Having recently met with the caped crusader during a mission against a splinter cell of the Cross Clan, Phantom turned to the dark knight once more to aide in his training, as the boy realized he still had much to learn. While not always be each other's side, the ninja will never hesitate to assist his superior and take up missions upon the man's request.
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Post by Sketch on Mar 4, 2019 8:06:24 GMT
It was a dark, cold night and a small and scrawny looking hooded figure had made her way to towards a location that she had hoped would give her some answers to her past. The dark circle’s around her eyes would indicate to anyone that she was someone who hardly slept much. Her lack of sleep was due to the fact that flashbacks of her horrible past that she didn’t want to remember would resurface. However, a significant amount of her life was almost completely missing from her memory; 3 years. The only thing Sketch had recalled before that time was leaving her abusive foster family, joining a gang and getting kidnapped. After that, nothing. Just broken and small pieces that she had compiled into her sketchbook from memory, so she could try and piece together what had happened to her during those 3 years. The only thing she was sure about was whatever happened during that time gave her the powers she has now.
Sketch continued to make her way down an alley, somehow knowing she was getting closer to the location of this mysterious place. As she got to the end of an alley, she came to a clearing. The young girl became startled briefly as a streetlight above her began to flicker. As the light flickered on and off it briefly shone on a broken sign that read ‘’Echo Labs.’’ A glimmer of hope sparked in Sketch’s usual stern and bad demeanour but the hope was soon dashed when the smell of rubble seeped into her nostrils and the sight of a collapsed building was in the place of where ‘’Echo Labs’’ once was.
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I am vengeance, I am the night, I am BATMAN!
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Post by BATMAN on Mar 6, 2019 6:36:56 GMT
Pain. Bruce Wayne knew pain well. He'd lived with it as a constant companion since he was eight years old, since the night the course of his life was set in stone with the echo of gun shots. The last year had been filled with pain of varying kinds. From the pain of not knowing what the state of his home dimension was or the fate of his allies and family to the physical pain he'd been in since the night he battled Red Hood and the monster calling itself Venom. Almost being slammed through reinforced, bulletproof glass only to ignore the injuries long enough to do battle with a more deranged version of the Joker had left him rehabbing his body for months. While flesh knit and bones mended, the mind and the spirit were not so quick to heal. Somewhere out there was the Red Hood who despite his attempts to deny and explain away the obvious, was without a doubt Jason Todd. Jason the second Robin, the good soldier, his first adopted son, and in many ways his greatest failure. It was not the Jason who's body he had pulled from the smoldering wreckage of that building in Europe, not the Jason who's uniform hung in the cave in a place of honor, not the Jason who met the Batman while stealing the wheel off the Batmobile. In so many ways though he was Jason or at least as close to getting Jason back as he'd ever get. Apparently his Batman had failed him in ways similar yet different and instead of looking for a heartfelt reunion with his adoptive father he was looking to prove him wrong, to wound him in ways simply pain never could. He was using his skills, skills a Batman much like him had passed on to him, to kill. He'd not seen Jason since that night, the night Venom nearly killed them both, but he'd been a constant presence in his mind. In those rare moments that were not spent worrying about Jason and the other wayward members of the Bat Family, Bruce had another old voice renting space in his thought. Less of a voice and more of a laugh. A never ending, always cackling laugh that sent shivers down his spine and made his blood run cold. In truth it was always there, had been before his arrival on New Earth. He'd thought that @thejoker's final demise would have silenced it, but in truth the months following his death back in their home dimension were difficult. In Gotham anything could and frequently did happen, but the Clown Prince of Crime was the only constant. His murderous schemes, each worse than the last, were never predictable and each time Batman was tempted to break his only rule, but there was comfort in knowing that no matter how much things changed, some things never would. Bad enough that time had been spent wondering if after all the years of playing his sick, twisted game the Joker had finally won in death and worse still contemplating whether there was ever any truth to the psychotic clown's claims of the two of them needing each other to be whole, but now any hope that solace could be found in his passing was gone. Joker, a different Joker, was here on New Earth and somehow he seemed even more crazed than the one he'd seen incinerated back home. It was as if the universe was conspiring to see to it that as long as there was a Batman there had to be a Joker. The question, these last few months, while he worked to strengthen his body, was whether there had to be a Batman. This dimension didn't have a Gotham even if it shared some of her darkness. The government was on the brink of war with Neo-Humans and it had prompted other so-called heroes both dimensional vagrants and natives alike to form something of a resistance movement. Most had powers he lacked and they definitely lacked the mileage he'd put on. It was far easier to shrug off years and the injuries when your body fixed itself or when you could bench press a semi-truck with little effort. Besides, with everyone worrying about the next escalation in the conflict, someone had to worry about getting the vagrants back to their home dimensions. It sure wasn't going to be that tin-suited celebrity Tony Stark. Despite flirting with the notion of retiring the cape and cowl, at least until he was home, Bruce had kept a watchful eye on events. The young ninja he'd encountered, Phantom as he was known, had been of great help. He was able to be Bruce's eyes and ears while he was recovering and he took direction well. He didn't seem the sort to sign up to be the next Robin or Nightwing, but he needed direction and the chance to use his skills for something more than assassinations and settling his clan's grudge matches. Wayne had also kept himself busy using his knowledge of advanced compounds and technology not yet available on this Earth to bankroll the rebuilding of resources. A man in Germany was working on a prototype of a new Batmobile, an auxiliary base that closely resembled the one he'd kept beneath Arkham was under construction, and other attempts to replace that which was left behind were underway. For a man wondering if the monster he created was even needed he'd taken great steps towards seeing to it the Batman was born again. He had to admit the contradictory feelings and actions were a result of his habitually watching the news. Whether it was the evening broadcast, the internet, or even old fashioned print there was no denying that crime was on the rise and getting worse. Every report of a mugging, of gang violence, or neo-human clashes left his blood boiling. It took everything he had not to don the suit, even one without the armor padding he'd come to prefer, and go back to basics. In some ways it would be easier. He could focus on the Bat, become lost in it, ignoring the responsibility that Bruce Wayne had to attend to back home. It would allow him to be his true self at all times, to toss aside the persona that kept him grounded and forced him to pretend he was anything close to normal. Deep down, he knew the lure of that was what really kept him from going out into the night. He wanted it, craved it so badly he'd put any junkie to shame. Deep down he also knew that one night sooner rather than later the call would be too strong. One report too many, one life lost pointlessly, and his doubts would wash away in a rain of fury and vengeance. There was no telling what would push him over the edge but when that tipping point came he knew that he could be looking down the final stretch, a time where he'd cease to worry about the monster he'd created as he fully embraced it. Where that road ended he didn't know, but he feared even the Joker wouldn't like it...
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With Great Power Must Also Come Great Responsibility
The Spectacular Wallcrawler
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Post by Spider-Man on Mar 6, 2019 7:25:59 GMT
Consider, Sir, how insignificant this will appear a twelve-month hence.
-Samuel Johnson Roughly a Year Ago“It'll pass. I mean, c'mon these two dweebs will show their true colors soon enough. There's no way anybody would be stupid enough to buy into this goody two-shoes routine. It's a carnival act! A reality show in the making! Just look at the guys. Who is gonna trust a pallid, orange clad buffoon who laughs like that and has exploding pumpkins? Pumpkins! And then there's Mysterio. I mean seriously, the guy is cheesier than a Uwe Boll flick and his name sounds like a breakfast cereal,” Spider-Man complained to a gargoyle. “Remember kids, MYSTERI-Os are a sugar filled teeth rotting part of a healthy breakfast!”
Sitting down beside the inanimate figure he sighed. “I mean really? REALLY? These goons have tried to kill me multiple times. Collectively they've racked up a body county that gives SHIELD a reason to have files on them. Hobbie alone changes who it is under the rubber mask on a monthly basis. I mean he licensed out his name and weapons for Pete's sake. And he's nothing more than a failed, wannabe fashionista Bubblehead couldn't get work on a SyFy monster movie after the scam he pulled. There is no way this new world is gonna buy this junk!” NOW...“OH COME ON!” Spidey shouted as a downpour began drenching the city. Don't worry Peter. It'll pass. I mean...something has to! he thought as he held a newspaper over his head. Landing besides a now familiar gargoyle he sighed. “Phil, I tell ya, this is crazy. I'm heading to work today and I'm late, because of course I am. I mean Deadpool had an impromptu Golden Girls Marathon that drowned out the alarm. Then I rush to work only to find out that the project we've been working on has been upgraded to require some kind of special government clearance meaning all the work I've done on it is now under lock and key. At lunch I stop a mugging only to find out it was a setup by the local P.D. Because in this world everyday is Pick on the Spider Day. Oh and as I run away tearing yet another costume in the process I find out that those two morons are on the Today Show selling merchandise and getting cheered! Cheered!”
Discarding the paper as rain soaked through he pulled a boot off, shaking water from it. “I mean what's next? Hosting award shows? Having a hospital wing named after them? What about a fishbowl and a witch mask with an orange sock on it appeals to the people of this world? I mean my costume, when it's not leaking that is, is cool. Why can't I get my face on a lunchbox and an interview with Oprah? I swear the only thing missing is J.J. Ripping me a new one. But seriously, Phil, level with me. Who likes the B-Team of the Sinister Six? Who? I mean SINISTER is right there in the name!”
As thunder roared he put his soggy boot back on. “Stupid The Hobgoblin and his snow globe headed sidekick Mysterio. Next thing you know they'll be getting a sitcom!”
Stepping in a puddle he groaned. “Well, at least it can't get any worse...” he began, a massive sneeze interrupting him. “Eventually I'm gonna learn to stop saying that. Aahchooooo!”
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Post by Mecha on Mar 6, 2019 23:52:55 GMT
Alarms blared as red warning lights flashed all around the girl. Frantically pressing buttons and moving levers, she was trying everything she could to get the ship to pull back up. The ground was rapidly growing closer and time was almost out. " Not good! Not good!" " No, really? What was your first clue?" " Right now is really not the time, Heather!" The girl's right eye went from brown to purple as the parasite attempted to assume control. " Let me do this!" " You don't know anything more than I do flying a space ship!" " Just reboot the system!" " Boot? Boot.... YES! BOOT! It's the only thing left we haven't tried!" Out of sheer desperation, the young athlete drew her foot back. Using as much force as she could muster against the gut-wrench G-forces, slammed her shoe into the dashboard. Lights flickers and a few sparks jumped from the recoil, but almost instantly, the alarms stopped and sirens halted. Bright green words flashed across the screen, "Autopilot engaged". Giving a huge sigh of relief, Kiara flopped back into her chair and fastened the safety restraint once more. Despite the Guardians of the Galaxy having "acquired" this intergalactic spaceship several months ago, it was Mecha's second time flying it. The first time, she got too excited and accidentally spilled her sports drink all over the control, damaging some vital components and drastically reducing the speed and flight capabilities. " Oh, I really hope Rocket Raccoon and @mantis won't be too upset. I mean, I didn't break anything.... this time." " You're really lucky we share the same body, otherwise I, personally, would kill you."
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Post by Puzzles on Mar 7, 2019 23:21:48 GMT
The Jigsaws have already earned a name in the underground as rulers of the night streets. However, thanks to the confusion and focus on the vagrants and neos, Dean was able to lead the small gang down new paths. By the time others started noticing, it was too late. The once small gang went from the occasional theft and street racing, to smuggling drugs and weapons, and even trafficking. Puzzles was able to bring the name of the Jigsaws across borders, turning the organization into a cartel. However, the added workload didn't take its toll. The gang leader has taken up smoking once more and his mind has started to break. Violence is a bit more enjoyable to him and he isn't as afraid to pull the trigger.
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"Leonard Snart! Robber of ATMs!"
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Post by Captain Cold on Mar 8, 2019 0:40:59 GMT
Gemstone has come more to terms with herself and has elected not to stop her superhero activities. These trying times as the year has passed and her stubborn refusal to let bad things happen to good people has only encouraged her to keep going, keep pushing herself harder. As a result, Gemstone has become significantly more competent, more confident, and more formidable as a costumed hero. She's also become more famous and popular, having made more of a name for herself(mainly because the attack on the school a year ago went viral) and as a result is trying her best to live up to these new standards as well as get through school and make the streets a little safer. She has occasionally allied with other young heroes on missions when their goals mesh, including Phantom and still thinks about her friend Frost Flower hoping she is still doing well... Captain Cold and his Rogues have managed to move to and move up in the Chicago underworld, to the point of now practically ruling it. Snart and his allies control a good amount of its crime from a fancy nightclub called Absolute Zero, which he and the Rogues purchased with a rather lucrative score in between their heists, but still maintains his code: No killing cops or capes unless absolutely necessary in self-defense. No drug trafficking(which he has extended to human trafficking as well). No killing innocent bystanders. No grudges(they cloud judgement), always keep it about the score. Decepto continues to travel about the country eluding the feds and causing mischief ever since freeing Talos
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"We are Venom. We know the evil that men do!"
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Post by Venom on Mar 9, 2019 6:34:15 GMT
A year ago Eddie Brock found himself in a strange new world and unlike other refugees from alternate dimensions, Brock was not filled with a longing for home or despair over anything or anyone lost. Despite the growing tensions between those with powers and the mundane, Eddie found himself hopeful for the first time in years. His past was left in his home dimension. The mistakes in judgment, the assassination of his reputation, and the destruction of all he held dear was almost a distant memory. Even the news that the accursed Spider-Man had found his way to New Earth, as disheartening as it was to have the shadow of the man that had ruined his life once more looming, ready to spring forth and tear everything asunder once more, Eddie Brock was...content. Sure his job lacked a certain credibility he longed for. Reporting for online gossip mags covering the cases nobody else cared about with bylines about sightings of Bigfoot and Dracula hanging out with Elvis and his alien lovechild were less than fulfilling. That said, he was making strides towards real reporting, using the slowly growing fan base (consisting largely of conspiracy theorists) to investigate something real, something big concerning the involvement of a supposedly Neo-Friendly billionaire industrialist and the horrible experimentation being done on Neo-Humans. He had found a paper trail that linked a shell company to the importing of chemicals and materials being used to contain and/or destroy the powers of Neo-Humans. From there his investigation, aided by his symbiotic Other allowed him to work his way up the chain. He had been close, so close to proving the man at the top knew about, no ordered the abuses he could almost taste it... Then everything went sideways. Somehow he and his Other had been branded, marked by some kind of supernatural substance that turned him into a ravenous beast. He was unsure of how many innocents, those he vowed to protect, may have been devoured but he did know that it was only the bravery of a young Neo-Human calling himself Nevermore that saved him. Since then he'd stayed in touch with the young hero, but Eddie left New York not only to chase leads, but to distance himself from Jake or anyone else that could end up in the crosshairs of anyone gunning for him. He'd attempted to make a life for himself in the sunshine state, picking up where he had left off years before, acting as the Lethal Protector of the innocent. There was even a run-in with Venom's deranged offspring Carnage, one that ended with Cletus dead and the alternate dimension Carnage symbiote was consumed. Attempts at being the hero he knew he could be were going well. That was a year ago. In the time since Eddie found himself the target of a nationwide manhunt, entire units of Neo-Human Containment Teams being turned into Symbiote Kill-Squads. Somewhere along the way he'd gotten to close to the truth and now that billionaire and the government stooges in his pocket were gunning for Venom. Not just for Venom, but for Eddie too. Someone had given them a full profile on his deeds, both for good and ill back home. Part of him wondered if Parker played a role in it despite the fact the tin-suited tyrant Stark was the more likely suspect. In the end though, it didn't matter. Venom/Eddie was homeless, on the run, and without resources. Even his pathetic cyber-journalist gig evaporated once his employers and fans began thinking of him as a man-eating psychopathic alien from another realm. Once again, his life was destroyed. “I thought I had it right this time, that fate had finally smiled on me, on...us,” Eddie lamented. Stop moping Eddie. Sure you are a loser. A double loser in two different dimensions now, but you have something nobody else does, Venom whispered in his mind. “Let me guess, truth? Journalistic integrity? Some other BS ripped out of a Captain America speech?” Rising from his shoulder to face Eddie head on, Venom snapped, “NO! ME MORON! I've been the only one to have your back, the only one to lift you out of the ruins you make of your life. Alone you are just Eddie Brock, washed up journalist and fugitive. A lonely shell of a man. But together...together we are VENOM!” Wincing as frothy spittle hit him in the face Eddie sighed. “Yeah, you. I have you. You who freaking ate your own offspring! You've been acting weird ever since. I swear if I got some kind of mad cow disease symbiote crap because you ate...” “Reintegrated, Brock. We reintegrated Carnage and besides, it wasn't our Carnage. We are stronger now, more aware, and together we can set things right. So tell me Eddie, do you want to sit around whining, crying about how unfair it all is? Or do you want to man up, go back to New York, and find a way to prove everyone wrong about you, about...us?”[/font] “You already know the answer to that,” Eddie replied as he looked out the window of a stolen car bound for NYC. “But we do this, we get answers. We clear our name, we help bring this bastard down. We are not here to snack on brains or...bite off any heads.” “Well...some heads surely. Investigative work and righting wrongs does work up an appetite. So...some heads. Brains. Combination thereof. In the name of justice of course.”
“So long as its the right people losing their heads,” Eddie vowed.
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Post by Hush on Mar 10, 2019 14:45:16 GMT
A year… It felt longer… if even a day…
A year since he... since they spoke...
Time continues to pass, no matter the will or want for it to remain still. Moments continue to slip away into the darkness, memories being consumed into an endless abyss of numbness. The man he had become in this world was slowly decaying, his patience eroding and his tolerance waning.
All because of an act of faith, A gesture of good will.
Bruce had asked him to reveal himself. And he had. Probably not how Bruce would have wanted, But he thought that announcing himself to the public would served the world better. In some ways he was right, but in most he was wrong. Foot traffic to his club swelled, but with it also came protests, Some politicians wanted to use him as a tool for their own ends, supporting or opposing, it made little difference, they disgusted him all the same. He was under increased scrutiny, the local law keeping a watchful eye on his club, waiting to drive the screws into him.
Some of these passed, some remained.
His waking moments requiring him to be more human than he was, the private ones leaving him less than he could be, the gossamer veil growing more ephemeral with each passing day. And yet, what he longed for, what he desired would never come to pass.
He was yet to hear from the man that set him on this path, the man that demanded so much, and as usual granted nothing in return.
At least the relationship with the prodigal son had been beneficial, the Hood had kept trouble down. The scum that worked under him had avoided operating near his club, l’Oublette remained clean, controlled, and mostly without incident.
Until recently…
Drugs had become endemic, always the same choice of poison, first he had discovered them when dealing with some of the attendees, then when the police questioned him, pressing that he was supplying. Finding that one of his staff was dealing, an example was made, but it didn’t stop the flow. So he has spent recent weeks tracking down and excising the cancer of humanity.
Angel…
Her network was the cause of the drugs in his club… She and Hers would be dealt with… none of them would be allowed to walk away from this insult. A pity then that in the course of this, that it would come to light that she worked under the Hood.
Was protected... by the Hood…
An opportunity has presented itself. One that he can not and will not allow to go past or escape him.
An opportunity to hurt... or to heal…
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"Got me again, Flash!"
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Played By Overlord
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Master of Mischievous Mirth
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Post by The Trickster on Mar 12, 2019 0:03:34 GMT
"It is being I!! Err... The Great Ivan Eh, TETROTSKY! Yes! It is being the Great Magician and Narrator Ivan Tetrotsky! It certainly is not being comrade, James Jesse! No-hoh-hoh! And anyone who say otherwise will be THROWN INTO GULAG!!" The supposed magician jovially grinned to an empty crowd, straightening a floofy velvet ascot "Da! It is being I, as previously stated in my eloquent and Shakespearian tongue! I am being here to you now, a magician and world class gentleman, to discuss the exploits of other magician and world class gentleman! And he is being, the great and powerful and über sexy supervillain known simply as The Trickster!" "Is he not the superman!? Is he not being handsome playboy bunny American fellow!? Is he not being icon of sex in capitalist American culture!? Have my babies, James Jesse! Have my babies, comrade!!" Awkwardly, "Ivan" cleared is throat and wiped no small amount of sweat from his forehead "Blyat! Excuse self... Tetrotsky is not knowing what came over himself... As Tetrotsky was saying... This dazzling and aggravatingly handsome comrade has been through many exploits since capitalist exploitive time skip! Yes! He is certainly not being lazy d#$@hebag capitalist lazing about on couch as his other comrades do all of work! That would be silly! Which Tetrotsky is being not!..." "You see, comrades! Whilst comrade, Jesse's comrade Leonard Snart, better being known as Captain Cold was crying and whining like chubby American boy, The Trickster was being strong working class proletariat! Single handedly building Rogue night club in Chicago and making ungrateful whiny American bourgeosie baby boy king of underworld! Comrade Snart is most ungrateful for all of hard work Tetrotsk-I mean Jesse do!" "Gracious and most kind comrade, Trickster made many a friend along the way as well! Like comrade Nightwing ! And bourgeosie wench Gensokyo Girl ! Did Tetrotsky also mention comrade Jesse pantsed bourgeosie wench in public television? Yes! Mighty proletariat son of golden hair James Jesse had many a renowned exploit!" "And now... It brings Tetrotsky great joy to announce that Soviet legend and hero to people, James Jesse lives on in tales and myths told by proletariat workers everywhere... A myth that, mischievous blyat Jesse is alive and well, serving humbly as King Loser Leonard Snart's court jester and royal fool! And of me? Ivan Tetrotsky shall pass to next world... And become more powerful then American pigs can possibly imagine... Dasvadaniya comrades, and good day! And remember! Better Red then dead!"
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