MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America
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				Title: <strong>MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:32:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">THREAD DIRECTORY</span></strong><br><br><strong>Administrative:</strong><br>Recruitment Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156287.msg7151369#msg7151369)<br>Character Biographies (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156367.msg7156000#msg7156000)<br>OOC &amp; Plot Discussion (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156288.msg7151409#msg7151409)<br>GM UPDATES!!! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156696.msg7176403#msg7176403)<br><br><strong>In-Character:</strong><br>New York (<em>Eastern US/Canada</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156508.msg7165306#msg7165306)<br>Los Angeles (<em>Western US/Mexico</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156511.msg7165393#msg7165393)<br>Moscow (<em>Europe &amp; Northern Asia</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156514.msg7165561#msg7165561)<br>Tokyo (<em>Asia &amp; Pacific Ring</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156520.msg7165755#msg7165755)<br>Cairo (<em>Middle East &amp; Africa</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156516.msg7165677#msg7165677)<br>Buenos Aires (<em>South America</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156522.msg7165804#msg7165804)<br></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">-&nbsp; BUENOS AIRES&nbsp; -</span></span><br><br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YFLSgYkxb-s/TRbuuwZYUiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_SpgBUw5PIU/s1600/8.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;By far the most controversial occupation of Apocalypse forces has been Buenos Aires and the Amazonian jungle. In this region also, Apocalypse has commandeered every single science and research facility. His delegates routinely send small excursions out into the Amazonian jungle in search of exotic plants and animals. There are also other non-poaching parties that go out in search of mysteries that only the locals remember in the oldest of memories; but even those are but glimpses of a former civilaztion that used to dominate the world with highly advanced technology that has been lost for a very long time - technology that rivaled even that of the Pyramids in Cairo.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The landscape is harsh and unforgiving here, and only the very strongest survive. Elite superhuman natives are hidden, scattered among the dense overgrowth of the Amazonian jungle. Apocalypse believes that one of his age-old rivals still lives here and he is actively seeking that being out - in hopes he hasn't gone into slumber permanently.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 01:03:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tarzan... pool.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Totally not worth it.</em> Wade thought as he trudged on through the thick Amazonian undergrowth, his foot sinking into a small puddle of swampy mudwater.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Oh shut up, like we really had anything better to do."</strong> he said aloud, to himself apparently. He pulled his foot out of the small bog-hole and swung one of those sleek adamantium katanas, cleanly sheering a vine that hung horizontally in front of him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>One particular Druglord-owned brothel in Columbia is telling me otherwise.</em> The jungle was thick in this area, and there were very few clear-cut trails that he could follow. Even if there were a trail, it would likely take less than a week to disappear under new growth. Wade could feel the jungle sticking to his traditional red and black jumpsuit. It actually wasn't that bad though, it didn't feel much different than being covered in blood - though he would have preffered the fun accomplishing that mess to the work he was doing now. Which was cutting his way through the Amazon jungle in search of blue-skinned-god knows what.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"That's funny, cause I don't hear anything."</strong> He swung again, slicing clean another strong green vine.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>It was metaphorical, Jackass.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Why don't you go an use your metaphors elsewhere."</strong> It was more of a statement than a question, as if he could actually will away his mind to another location.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Says the guy who wanted to drag me along through this human-forsaken jungle. Speaking of which</em> - <strong>"Thinking."</strong> - <em>whatever. 'Thinking' of which, I thought we were on a steady pace to have this whole continent logged down by now?</em> <strong>"Stupid tree-hugging hippies."</strong> Deadpool lashed out at another vine, one that wasn't even really in his way. <em>We need to kill us some hippies when we get back to the states.</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade paused his forward progress and nodded in agreement - to himself... <strong>"Yes, but the first thing we're doing when we get back to the states is taking a nice long bubble-bath and putting on a new season of 'Gossip Girl'... with a bucket of black-raspberry chocolate ice-cream."</strong> <em>What the fuck Wilson, is it going to be that time of the month for you?</em> <strong>"No, but nothing gets me fired up to brutally slaughter hippies like watching a season of Gossip Girl."</strong> <em>Touché</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When he finally came to a clearing - a rather <em>large</em> clearing at that. He looked up at a small stone monolith that still towered in front of him, though still hidden beneath the highest canopy of the jungle. Wade pulled out a map from a pack on his back and studied it for a minute before making a small notation on it and marking a location with a small red sharpie. Apocalypse had offered Deadpool a pretty nice deal to go on this little easter egg hunt - with bonuses for every superhuman he managed to bring in - though he hadn't encountered any yet. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Looks like a big hunk of worthless rock to me."</strong> He folded the map back up and tucked it back into his pack. Wade looked up to the top of the small stone pyramid, while simultaneously reaching down to his utility belt, clicking a small button <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong> .-*ZPOOF!!!*-.</strong></span> A split second later he was standing on its highest level and he looked down and the jungle floor below him, those sharp eyes scanning the surrounding area for anything suspicious. <strong>"So... we're all done here?"</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Yeah, I think he's got another villain to write about anyways. Stop being such an attention whore.</em> <strong>"Fuck off."</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 10:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Felicia Hardy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black cat<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Felicia sighed as she leaned up against the tree. She stared upward and saw the trunk disappear high up into the foliage above. A damn fine mess she found herself in. She had been vacationing in Buenos Aires when the shit hit the proverbial fan. The hopelessness of the situation in the urban areas had quickly dissuade any action on her part in those battlefields. She only would have gotten herself killed, as so many others had. Instead she had retreated into the jungle, only to find that it too was crawling with Apocalypse’s minions. It was easier to elude them though… <br><br>After several days of trudging through the forest, she would have given a small fortune for the luxury of a shower. The moist, warm climate made her catsuit cling to her body and she didn’t even want to think about how much she must have stunk at that point. Thankfully there was no one around to pick up her odor. She had been tracking the rather obvious trail left by some individual who was cutting a rather obvious path through the jungle. Whether he was a friend or a foe was not clear, though it was safe to assume that anyone she encountered wouldn’t be on her Christmas card list.<br><br>The early morning fog hadn’t yet cleared completely, which helped her attempts at remaining undetected. The perpetual tension that had been in the air since she had fled the Argentinean capital itself was getting stronger by the day. No doubt it meant that the amount of Apocalypse’s subordinates roaming the jungle was growing by the day. The small amount of food she had brought was growing scarcer by the day. She needed to help herself as much as the dying Earth. Had she been in NYC when this hit, she could have hooked up with her old beau Peter Parker and really tried to make a difference. As it was now, she was a lost kitten in a big old forest.<br><br>Eventually the thick foliage opened up and she found herself in a clearing. She was too late to notice the figure standing on top a large monolith in the middle of the area… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 03:45:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tarzan... pool.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Black Cat<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ever alert - despite his continuous self-dialogue - Wilson quickly noticed Black Cat break the foliage on the edge of the clearing about a hundred yards down and away from him. He grinned and raised his eyebrows, <em>"Now that's what I'm tal... 'thinking' about."</em> He reached down to his belt once more and clicked that same button as he eyed the woman. In a fraction of a short second his body disintegrated into purplish haze that disappeared as quickly as he had. Before that same second could even complete itself, Deadpool's phyiscal reconstruction already had - down in front of Black Cat just a handful of steps away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Meow."</strong> Though she couldn't see the grin that creased his face through his mask, the elastic material did torque somewhat on one side, hinting as to the expression that lay underneath (not that she'd need any hint given the tone of his previous word). <strong>"I knew that the Amazon was full of exotic cats... but: DAMN! If the discovery channel ever did a documentary on you, I probably would have visited this hell-hole much earlier."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Of course Wade wondered in the back of his mind what she was really doing out here. He wondered if she too was working for Apocalypse, searching for these giant worthless stone monuments - but then he'd remembered his parents teaching him the importance of not talking to strangers. Sleeping with them was never discourage though - at least not that he could remember. Wade shook the tangent of thought away and refocused on the woman in front of him who was clad in a tight black outfit that did plenty for his over-active imagination. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Sooo.... Is that a mirror in your pocket?"</strong><em> "Nice..."</em> The expression was said with a shameless wink that could definitely be seen, mask or not.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 09:49:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Felicia Hardy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black cat<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wade Wilson<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Felicia wasn’t truly surprised when the man materialized right in front of her. Her instincts had been telling her she was being watched long before the stranger had made his presence apparent. His behavior however was surprising. Where her muscles had readied for a battle – who else but a foe would be trudging through the jungle – he reacted to her presence like a horny fratboy. His rather pathetic attempts at pick-up lines made her frown. He was obviously well-armed and well-equipped, but his behavior was in sharp contrast to that. The crimson-clad stranger’s final remark made her utter a disgusted <strong>“ugh”</strong> as she crossed her arms underneath her chest. Why on earth was she such a magnet for creeps and losers – not to mention the creepy losers? Even in the middle of the bloody rain forest they managed to find her. <br><br><strong> “Nice try cowboy… Mind telling me who the hell you are?” </strong>Even though she felt no immediate danger any more, she still was cautious. Just because the man appeared to be a harmless idiot, it might all be a ruse. A rather strange tactic, but not impossible. She scanned the edges of the clearing for any hints of movement. If this was an ambush, the man in front of her might have been sent ahead to distract her, with the real attack coming from her blind side. If that were the case, the stranger was certainly keeping up the act rather well. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 21:10:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tarzan... pool.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Black Cat<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade's self-praising grin only widened more at her apparent disgust. For those that knew him, it was no secret that he took pride in having an effect on someone - usually in a bad way. He had zero shame; but I suppose when every inch of your skin is covered in an ugly and grotesque cancerous scar, you don't really worry much about saying the wrong thing. <em>"Cowboy?"</em> <strong>"There's no gold to be found in these parts madam, just swamp, shit, and bricks."</strong> he said in response to her choice of noun, one hand thumbing over his shoulder at the ancient Mayan ruin behind him. <strong>"But it pays well enough."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She had crossed her arms and taken on a non-threatening stance but her current attire kept him from feeling too comfortable around her. <em>"This Catwoman-wannabe may have a few tricks up her sleeve, careful Wadey."</em> Wilson took a step backwards and slowly drew his Katanas from the sheaths on his back. Given the fact that she didn't know who he was, or what he was doing here... Deadpool could only assumed that she was one of the superhumans Apocalypse wanted brought in. <strong>"The bonuses are nice too."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He slid the sleek adamantium blades across each other at an angle, a slight blue spark flaring up before he brought them to the ready. <strong>"The name's Wade - but you can call me Sheriff Sugarlips if you'd like,"</strong> he offered her a wink to go with his terrible one-liner before narrowing his eyes. <strong>"and it looks like I'm gonna need to bring you in for questioning Pussypants."</strong> Even in his ready stance Wilson cocked his red-and-black masked head slightly to the side, <em>"Sheriff Sugarlips?"</em> He shook away the annoyingly over-critical voice and lifted his chin towards the black-clad woman. <strong>"Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way... but if we do it the hard way, I might cop a feel or two mid-combat - I'm just sayin',"</strong> He shrugged, <strong>"It's lonely out here."</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 21:26:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Felicia Hardy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black cat<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wade Wilson<br><br></span></span><hr><br>What happened next didn’t exactly fill her with relief. The idiot didn’t tone back his act, quite on the contrary. But at least he sort of confirmed he was on someone’s payroll. And the only one sending goons out into the jungle was Apocalypse. So that at least answered one of her questions. She glanced over his shoulder when he pointed out the ruin. She hadn’t really considered another possibility for his presence there. She made a mental note to check out the place, provided she got the chance. Right now her attention was devoted to Sheriff Sugarlips. <br><br><strong>“Questioning? Who is it that wants to question me?”</strong> Her tone was mocking and a smile flashed across her face. She casually flashed her claws at him, matching his show with the blades. <strong>“I’m afraid I’m going to choose option two, sugarlips. I should warn you though. If you play with the cat, you might end up getting scratched.”</strong> She got into a defensive stance in front of him and relaxed and then tensed her muscles, only to focus for what was to come. The guy was well-armed, and he apparently had the capability to teleport, which would obviously complicate any fight. But it wasn’t as if this was her first rodeo. <br><br>She opted against waiting for him to make the first move and suddenly pounced forward. She made sure to stay well out of the way of his blades and rolled to the side at the finally moment. She swiped at his lower legs with her left hand and used the momentum to roll clear of him. She leapt back to her feet and turned ready to react to his parry. She tried to figure out whether or not her swipe had drawn blood or not. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 06:00:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tarzan... pool.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Black Cat<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Deadpool didn't answer her question, as he figured he'd probably already told her too much. He had no idea if these superhumans <em>knew</em> they were being hunted, or even who was behind it. He couldn't go spilling all the beans at the same time, now could he? Her final comment was cliche, but true - as she quickly pounced towards him and swiped with those dangerous fingertips. Wade hadn't really expected her to move so fast - so he didn't pull his leg away nearly in time. He could barely turn with her and bring his blades around in the moment of distraction wrought by her tumbling, muscled bottom. <em>"Nice."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her claws dug right through his outer jumpsuit and directly into his skin and calf muscle. Wade grimaced slightly at the pain and couldn't help but offer a chuckle as the blood dripped down his torn calf. <strong>"What is it with people and sharp claws? Is that the new cool thing these days?"</strong> he said, referring to his old nemesis Wolverine and even Lady Deathstrike (among others). He shook his head and slid his katanas across each other once more. The blood that was originally pouring from his wound after she'd gashed him was now barely seeping out - and through the torn cloth on his leg she could see his flesh knitting itself together before her very eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wilson wasted no time in taking his own shot at her, nothing to dramatic - mostly just testing her defenses. He jabbed forward with his left katana, keeping the other horizontal and perpendicular above it in case she tried to counter-attack. He'd be able to dip the tip left, or arc it back right and intercept those deadly hands of hers. Sure he could regenerate just about any laceration she could give him - but that didn't make them hurt any less. Though Deadpool has been known to be a glutton for pain... <strong>"HIYA!"</strong> <em>"Ooo...cheesy 80's martial arts flick here we come!"</em><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 08:41:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/BlackCatBA.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Felicia Hardy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black cat<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wade Wilson<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Her eyes went wide in amazement and shock when she noticed that she had indeed drawn blood, but the wounds were healing right in front of her eyes. The gush of red liquid turned to a mere trickle to eventually stop altogether, all in less than a minute. <em><strong>“Great…”</strong></em> she mumbled to herself. Of all the goons she could have encountered, she had to run into one who was nearly invulnerable. Her mind was going into overdrive. Clearly she was in a battle she could not possibly win. No amount of wounds she inflicted would slow him down, and the longer their scrap lasted, the more likely it became his blades would eventually land. <br><br>She ducked out of the way of his blade, avoided the other by turning around and slipping to his side. With uncanny speed of motion she then deployed her grapnel. It stuck near the top of one of the large pillars of trees that surrounded the clearing. She let herself be pulled upwards towards the thick foliage above. Eventually she landed on a branch near the top. Knowing she had little time to waste, she started her acrobatics routine, going from branch to branch and tree to tree, moving ever further away from the clearing and its ruins. She would return to them later, provided she got away from her pursuer. <br><br>She knew instinctively that the man would follow her, the only question was how long he would keep it up before giving up the chase. The green of the trees and leaves turned into a blur as she moved across the jungle at a break neck pace, improvised trapeze style. She didn’t even dare to glance over her shoulders in the fear of losing a critical second of time. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 02:17:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>It all happened so fast. So fast that there was hardly anyone who could properly defend themselves for what was to come. There were no warnings, no threats. The onslaught just began, like some biblical disaster. Millions died. Billions died. And so many more were lost, missing. How many more are suffering. <br><br>Picture if you will… Buenos Aires. One of the most beautiful and largest cities in all the world. It isn’t the kind of place you might expect to find one Susan Storm Richards, the world famous Invisible Woman. Her usual stomping grounds are New York, as you might well know. But this week has been a special time for her and her 2 children. She had accepted an invitation from one of her oldest, dearest friends to visit the city. Her friend, Maria, has lived in the city for close to a decade with her husband, Dom. The invitation was a surprise, to say the least. And she almost didn’t take it, knowing her workload within the Fantastic Four was a full schedule. But her husband insisted, and the kids would love Buenos Aires. <br><br>She’s really going to regret coming. Maybe if she was in America, in her own territory, she could have put up some kind of fight. <br><br>It’s about midday here now, and the sun is shining bright over the sky. This whole week, the weather has been just lovely. Just perfect. Susan, Maria and Dom are currently inside of the house, in the kitchen specifically. It offers a nice view of the very large backyard, which is where her children are currently frolicking. Each of the adults holds a cold drink in their hands, for Maria and Dom it’s margaritas. And for Sue, it’s Crystal Light (lemonade). Mother of two has to fight to keep her figure, after all. Sue is clad in a dark colored top with simple worn looking jeans. It was nice to be out of the uniform for a whole 4 days so far. Has to be a new record for her. Ever since that fateful day the Fantastic Four gained their powers, it’s felt like she has worn one kind of costume or another.&nbsp; Her long blond hair is pulled back into a ponytail, perfect for this kind of temperate weather. <br><br>The three of them laugh softly as they talk about the good times in college, where Sue and Maria met. Maria is telling Dom about the time she and Sue were dared to go to a frat party.. but Sue of course wouldn’t. She wasn’t really that kind. It was a wonder her and Maria got along so well, and especially after all these years. Sue smiles widely as she listens to the old stories, and every few moments she glances over Dom’s broad shoulders towards her children. At the moment, Franklin seems to have taken something from Valeria, and she has taken to chasing him around the yard. There are a few times she almost screams out at them to stop their horseplay, but she has to remind herself that she’s on vacation. Her children are happy, brother and sister merrily enjoying their time together. Even though Franklin seems intent on being mean to his little sister, it’s obvious how much they love each other. <br><br>“So t’night, we take the kids out ta tha pier mebbe? There’s this celebration goin on t’night. All tha boats’ll be all lit up. Lil Franky and Vally’ll love it.” &nbsp; &nbsp;Dom says with a broad smile, his dark eyes on Sue. Dom is such a good man, and Sue thinks that Maria is so lucky to have him. He tops out at about 6 foot even, and tips the scales at 250 or so. He’s a big man, but would never hurt a fly. Maria gasps as Dom speaks, and she nods excitedly.&nbsp; &nbsp;“oh that would be so wonderful! It’ll be the last bit of fun we can really have before you have to go back to New York!” &nbsp;Maria says as she leans lightly against Dom. Sue laughs gently, glancing once more outside towards her children.&nbsp; “I think that would be wonderful. Valeria loves boats.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze moves back towards Maria and Dom, who seem just as thrilled at the prospect of going out and having a good time on the piers. <br><br>Sue turns then, setting her bottle of Crystal Light on the counter as Maria explains about the celebration, how it’s sort of like homecoming. But Maria stops.. seeing Sue suddenly acting odd. Sue freezes, and something in her heart tells her something is wrong. But what really stood out as a red flag for her, the fact that she no longer heard her children carrying on outside. Sue turns suddenly, her wide eyes looking passed Dom and Maria towards her children.. seeing them both standing motionless in the yard. Both of the children are looking towards the city itself, seeming fixated on something. Sue’s brows furrow as she looks passed her children, looking towards the city also. Maria and Dom look towards one another with an odd gaze, and Dom shrugs as he looks towards the children also.&nbsp; “Whut whut’re we lookin at?”&nbsp; &nbsp;He says as he shrugs again. And as he says that, they all see something in the distant city.. something… rising. Lifting from the buildings. Sue immediately starts forward as she speaks&nbsp; &nbsp; “Franklin, Valeria, come into the house… please…”&nbsp; &nbsp;her voice drifts off as the distant object glows a bright red… and there is an explosion of energy. It happens in an instant. There was no way to prepare for it. For what was to come. Sue’s heart leaps as she sees what is happening, and she thrusts her hands forward as she cries out.<br><br>And then there is darkness. <br><br>She can’t say just how long she’s been unconscious. But she knows her whole body aches. She’s trapped under something, her weak voice cracks as she utters&nbsp; &nbsp;“…. F.. frankl… V.. va…”&nbsp; &nbsp; She’s laying on her stomach, she can’t see anything.. but the smell is just acrid. She smells ashes, so much of it she thinks.&nbsp; “Franklin.. Valeria..”&nbsp; &nbsp;she says now in a stronger tone as she tries to push herself up. She groans with the effort, finding herself still trapped.&nbsp; “Franklin! Valeria!”&nbsp; She calls out more loudly, though still not that strongly. The images of her children smiling flashes in her mind, and she lets out something of a warcry as the debris around her suddenly just disperses. Pushed away by an invisible and unstoppable force. She lays there a moment, gathering her strength. But after that moment, she very slowly pushes herself up, small bits of stone and dust falling away from her as she does. She coughs loudly, her hand coming to cover her mouth out of habit. To one knee she pushes herself up, her eyes squinting as she looks around herself, trying to get her bearings. <br><br>Susan felt a little dizzy, of course. She still doesn’t know what happened. But she knows that the world around her is destroyed. What has this kind of power? Annihilus? Blastaar? Galactus, certainly. But she doubts it could be the latter. He wouldn’t get within the solar system without the Fantastic Four being alerted. She doesn’t know who it was, but knows they’ll still be here most likely. So she’ll watch for her team or her allies to come in and save the day, to take down the menace that did this. But help won’t come. <br><br>She lets out a gasp as her train of thought comes back to her more immediate concern, really her only concern.&nbsp; “Franklin! Valeria!”&nbsp; &nbsp;With a soft grunt she pushes herself to her feet, and she calls out as loudly as her voice will carry.&nbsp; “Franklin Benjamin! Valeria Meghan! You answer your mother right now!”&nbsp; &nbsp; She calls out as she starts to walk slowly… and then almost trips on a piece of rubble right next to her. She glances down… and then gasps in shock as she sees what it was she tripped on. Not rubble… but the half charred remains of.. well it can only be Dom.. he was the debris that was on top of her? She looks around slowly through wide eyes, making note of how most of the house has just been decimated. Most of it burning rubble or just ash. Did Dom save her with his body? She was in closer proximity to Dom than Maria was… so maybe Dom just saved who he could. Sue stares down at his body, and she feels tears suddenly rimming her eyes. Half of his body is just… gone. Burned away. She sees no sign of Maria… she has to find her children now. They’ll be okay. Franklin has powers, and he could save himself and Valeria from this kind of thing. He’s the big brother, he knows it’s his duty to keep little Valeria safe. That’s how this kind of thing always goes. <br><br>Slowly she tears her gaze away from Dom’s form, and she makes her way towards the backyard. She now gets a better look at Buenos Aires. My God… it’s been… just destroyed. She can see smaller beings in the distance, flying and leaping along the cityscape. So it’s an invasion. She gets out into the yard itself, and she looks around slowly. Fearfully. They have to be alright. After everything they’ve all been through. And what she finds in the yard.. it will haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. <br><br>There in the grass, it looks like two outlines. Charred into the ground itself. Around the charring marks, bits of clothing. Almost not enough to be sure.. but she can be sure. She knows it’s the remnants of the clothing her children were wearing. Slowly Sue starts to shake her head, now tears streaming down her dust covered cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp; “No… nooooo… no no..”&nbsp; &nbsp;She says in a sobbing tone as she stares down at the char marks on the ground. The marks are about the sizes of her children… right next to each other.. almost like outlines of where her children once stood. She can’t breathe suddenly, her heart feels like it’s going to explode in her heart. Or maybe it’s just been torn into little pieces. Sue drops to her knees right in front of the char marks as she sobs loudly, uncontrollably, her hands clawing at the ground. As if she thought that they were safe there just below the surface. And it occurs to her. <br><br>They are safe now, in fact. <br><br>Susan lets out a horrified scream as she claws at the ground, and her upper body slumps forward as she brings her hands up to her face. How could this happen.. for all of her power, she couldn’t save them.&nbsp; &nbsp;“My babies.. please God no… not my babies…”&nbsp; &nbsp;she says in heavy sobs, trying to plea with whatever deity that might be listening to give her children back. She continues to cry uncontrollably, her mind reeling. Finally, her body just gives up. The whole spirit gives up. Slowly she lays down on the ground there next to where her children were. She just lays there curled up on her side, staring at the grass with blur filled vision. She wants to die. She wants to be with her babies. <br><br>And for hours she lays there. As the world goes by, as the attacks by Apocalypse’ forces continues. Bit by bit the world is brought under his control. Were Susan aware of that, she probably wouldn’t care. Let it burn. Let he whole world burn. She lays there in the singed grass, until finally she passes out from mental anguish and physical exhaustion. <br><br>Her dreams are naught but nightmares. All she can see is her children, her babies, and the char marks on the ground that is their remains. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>-get up-</span><br><br>It’s dark now, and Susan slowly comes around again. She still lays there in the grass, her mind reeling. She can hear… fighting in the distance. People yelling. She hears a warzone… a disaster. The sort of thing her and her team are supposed to aid with. Help those that need it. But now, thoughts of just killing herself dance in her mind. Just ending it. They’re gone. Her babies are gone. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">-get up!-</span><br><br>“I don’t want to”&nbsp; she murmurs as she lays there, her eyes closing again. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing. She hears… it almost sounds like heavy footfalls getting louder. Something is coming. But she doesn’t care. Nothing matters anymore. Hopefully whatever it is will end her misery. End this nightmare her life has become.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">-get up!-</span><br><br>Susan’s eyes flutter open, and for the first time in many hours she looks away from the patch of grass. Her eyes are red by now of course, her body trembling. She sees people in the street, in the short distance, running. In groups. Staying together. Running from something. Now Sue pushes herself up with shaky hands, sitting on her knees as she watches. Those footfalls.. they’re getting louder. Her gaze flicks towards the north, where she sees the outline of something.. big.. some kind of machine. Sue’s brows furrow as she watches, putting two and two together. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">-get up! get away!-</span><br><br>Without realizing she was even moving, Sue is suddenly on her feet, still staring in the direction of the walking machine. No one has noticed her yet. Everyone seems intent on their own business. Either being hunted or hunting, she thinks. Down to her hands she looks, her hands still shaking. And then down to the charred grass she looks once more. Slowly she crouches down, bringing two fingers to her lips and kissing them. She then touches those fingers to each of the char marks before her. And as she does, she gathers what small scraps of clothing are left, and she tucks them into her pocket as she pushes herself to her feet. A scream reaches her ears from the distance, her gaze flicking in that direction. Maybe she needs to go see what is going on.. offer what help she can. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">-run! get away!-</span><br><br>Susan stands motionless for a few moments more, and then she turns, dashing into what’s left of Maria’s house. Quickly, efficiently, she traverses through the wreckage to the guest room she was staying in. Quickly she searches the rubble, whatever piece of rubble she touches turns invisible, to help her along.&nbsp; “There.”&nbsp; She whispers, pulling her backpack from under some of the wreckage of her room. She stands with it, and she looks into the backpack for a moment. It has a couple bottles of water in it, as well as some snacks she had for the children. And her Fantastic Four costume. Another scream reaches her ears.. closer now… so she slings the backpack onto her back, and she is once more in motion. <br><br>Except for the occasional person running by, running from whatever danger there is, the street near the house is essentially empty. Giving one more glance towards the yard, she starts to run. She does look a mess. Her body basically covered with dust and dirt, except for streaks down her cheeks. Not like it matters. She’s not totally aware of the area around her, but she knows if she can make it to the jungle, these things would never find her. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">-run! live!-</span><br><br>She knows she has to run, she has to live. And as she runs, her body seems to simply fade from sight. As If she were some ghost disappearing back into the ethereal. She runs for a few minutes, and then she leaps into the air. She lands on an invisible platform, and it carries her away from the city far faster than she could ever run. <br><br>And by morning, she is in the jungle itself. She thinks if she can make her way.. north.. maybe she can get help. Or get some kind of communication out. Her communicator isn’t working for some reason. By now, she is once more visible, making her way through the jungle at a slower pace. She still looks a mess, and she is still miserable. But now she knows she needs to get to her husband, get some backup to go in there and make these monsters pay for what they have done…&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:45:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tarzan... pool.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Black Cat<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As quickly as she'd initiated the fight, she was gone. <em>"Well... that was quick..."</em> Deadpool thought to himself, scratching his slightly-canted head for a moment. Surely she had more fight in her than that... Wade watched her fire-off a grappling hook and take to the trees, hopping nimbly from branch to branch and making very good time separating the distance between them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He just laughed lightly and shook his head, one hand reaching down to tap the button on his utility belt. In a split second he was standing on the branch she had originally grappled to. He could see her lithe form jumping from tree to tree, probably almost a hundred yards away already - a distance he could travel in a single, effortless click of a button. But that wasn't what came to Wade's uniquely deranged mind at the moment. No, no, no. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade's mind nearly exploded with glee as he imagined the chase in his mind. <em>"Perfect."</em> Before he let her slip any further away, Deadpool reached to his side and snatched a thick vine that clung to the branches above and behind him. <strong>"I've always wanted to do this!"</strong> With a simple swing of a katana he cut cleanly through the vine's end hanging behind him. He deftly slid the two blades away and took the vine in both hands and held on tightly. Then he jumped.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he began to free-fall he yelled as loudly as he could the signature holler of Tarzan from the top of his lungs. As he neared the end of that unique war-cry he broke out into near-maniacal laughter - completely and utterly pleased with his own genius. That was until the vine began to take on his full weight in the apex of the swing... <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*SNAP*<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;... <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Well... that SUCKS!"</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It didn't take long for Wilson to plummet the final forty feet to the ground - his laughter changing into a completely un-manly scream. He topped off his childish acrobatics with a bone-crunching thud on the hard jungle floor - that is... after several thorny bushes helped break his fall. The shock of the impact knocked the masked madman completely unconscious. Over the next several minutes - while his healing factor was hard at work repairing his self-inflicted damage - Wade was treated with a re-run episode of Popeye the Sailor Man in black and white playing in his traumatized head. Which, probably couldn't get any worse than how it had been <em>before</em> he fell.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 04:29:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr>How long has she been walking in this jungle? How long have the bugs been nibbling at her? How long has she been sweating her own body weight? How long has it been since her world was destroyed? She can’t really answer those questions. Things have been nothing more than a confusing blur to her. All she knows is moving. Moving away from Buenos Aires, away from all of the death that now resides there. She has to keep herself alive, to get to safety. To get to her family. The rest of her family. <br><br>She moves through the jungle slowly, carefully. She doesn’t even know where she is anymore. Her dark colored top clings to her body uncomfortably, her jeans now having a few tears in them. She’s managed to keep her tail in a ponytail, her hair off of her face. And her hands, they are wrapped around the straps of the backpack she wears. Nothing fancy, just a dark colored backpack that she sometimes uses to carry her laptop around. She could levitate herself above the canopy of the jungle, move along much easier. But to do so would risk herself even more, maybe exposing her position to the death squads. That’s what she has come to call the small groups of armored beings who have been snatching up people. Everyone. She’s avoided them easily thus far. When they are close, she simply disappears from sight. And she is safe. <br><br>She hasn’t been able to recognize any of those who she has seen fighting. It’s some kind of army.. but how could it strike so succinctly? Just… burn Buenos Aires to the ground. She also wonders if that light armor they wear is some kind of Stark tech. She’s ran into that sort of thing before. But she can’t be sure. <br><br>As she moves along a barely there path in the jungle, she tucks her hand into her front pocket, pulling out a small communicator. She flicks it on as she frowns, and she speaks into it, into the static.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Invisible Woman online… is there anybody out there? Reed? Johnny? Ben?”&nbsp; &nbsp;the only response she gets is a quiet static. She shakes her head in frustration and she tries to change frequencies.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Is anyone picking this up?”&nbsp; &nbsp;She listens once more, and she then sighs in a defeated tone, switching it off. Once more she tucks it into her&nbsp; pocket, and her pace comes to a stop. Her eyes scan the green lush world around her, and she decides she needs to rest for a moment. <br><br>Her shoulders roll, and she shrugs her backpack off. Setting it down, she leans up against a very large tree. She then slides down the side of the tree, feeling the bark grip and lightly tug at her clothes and skin. She slumps down at the base of the tree, scanning the area carefully as she draws her knees up. She holds her backpack close to her between her drawn up knees, her head resting against the tree.&nbsp; “Stay focused Sue.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She murmurs to herself as she sits there, keeping her mind on the task at hand as best she can. Keep her mind on getting out of this jungle, finding civilization that isn’t burning to the ground. Keeping her mind off the fate of her children. Yeah, good luck with that last one. <br><br>She simply can not help herself. The mere thought of children brings a deluge of awful emotions, of things she doesn’t want in her mind or heart. Her eyes close tight as he face reddens, her hands coming up to her face. Huddling closer to the tree, she starts to cry silently. It’s all she can do to not scream in rage, in utter fear. The heels of her sneakers dig into the dirt at her feet as she tries to control herself. Sue then slams her head back against the tree as she cries softly, her head remaining tilted back. Her chest heaves as she breathes deeply, painfully. How badly she just wants to give up. But she can’t. <br><br>She remains just sitting there for almost an hour. Though she has no idea it’s been an hour. All she knows is that now she needs to get moving again. Sue draws in a deep breath, and with a soft grunt she pushes herself slowly to her feet. She closes her eyes tight to get her bearings, her hand planted still against the side of the tree. Once more she wipes at her eyes with her clenched fist, and then she scoops up her backpack. In one smooth motion she slings it onto her back… and once more she is in motion. On the move, hopefully to find someone… anyone.. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 07:58:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires City Center, on the move<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The scent of smoke drifting into her nostrils was finally what allowed She-Hulk to fully regain consciousness. The fading throbbing at the back of her skull made her realize that she had sustained a rather serious injury; most likely one that would prove fatal to a normal human. The pressure of heavy objects against her body warned her not to open her eyes, recognizing the rough texture of broken cement against her skin as she wiggled the fingers of her left arm, currently resting at an odd angle above her head. Judging by the unusual stretch of her muscles, it had likely broken in the fall and repaired itself in a matter of minutes.<br><br>As swiftly as possible, she ran through a check of her physical state, noting where each limb was resting in regard to the objects pinning her to whatever uneven surface she happened to be lying on. Comfortable was not the first word that came to mind.<br><br>With a grunt and a heave, she managed to shift the weight atop her torso, fingers splaying to allow her a better grip on whatever she was moving. It took effort, which was saying something for this particular circumstance. Normally, a slab of cement was something she could shift without breaking a sweat. But this . . .<br><br>One final, hard shove was all she needed, the sounds of skittering rocks, bending metal, heavy breathing and ripping fabric sounding through the air around her. The cool texture of fresh air caressed her face and she finally opened her eyes, a gasp of pure shock sucking a smoke- and dust-congested breath into her lungs. Her eyes welled up just slightly, whether in response to the foreign objects in her windpipe or the sight of pure devastation, one would never know.<br><br>Bodies were everywhere. Humans. Civilians. <em>Military.</em> <strong>Children.</strong> Whatever had done this . . . Or <em>whoever</em>, was no friend to Earth. Therefore, no friend to her.<br><br>Jennifer’s blouse was in shreds, a typical look for her heroic figure. All that remained of the sleeves were wisps of white fabric, attached by threads at her wrists and shoulders. Patches of her bra and abdomen were visible where objects had snagged and torn the outer material. The black pencil skirt she’d worn to meet with her business associate was covered in overlapping sections of brown and gray dust, a sign that she had been locked beneath so much debris; a lengthy, jagged tear ran up the length of her right thigh. Her shoes were gone. Lucky for her, she really didn’t need them.<br><br>The sound of movement in the distance caught her attention, her legs shifting of their own accord to take her higher atop the rubble, allowing her a better view to survey the area. Her attitude didn’t improve much. She saw no survivors, as far as she was able to observe: Her main hope was that some of them managed to get away, to get to safety, to call for help.<br><br>Which reminded her . . . Vibrant green eyes dropped to her left wrist, eyeing the watch-like intercom she’d secured there prior to her flight to Buenos Aires. She shifted further away from the city center, knowing her voice would echo in the small section of ruin she had unearthed herself from. While walking, she brought the intercom close to her lips, the fingers of her opposite hand gripping the knobs at the side to bring forth the sound of blaring static.<br><br>“Anyone out there?” No response.<br><br>“Iron Man? Spidey? <em>Anyone</em>?” Still nothing.<br><br>She-Hulk slammed the side of her fist into whatever wreckage she’d managed to settle her back against, lips curling into a snarl as the sound rang like thunder all around her. She knew, deep in her gut, there was no way she would be able to face whatever was out there. Not alone. With the Avengers unresponsive, she allowed her years as an attorney to kick the logic on, her mind quickly running through every possible scenario.<br><br>Sure, she could stay and battle it out with <em>whatever</em> was nearby, but the chances of her tiring before reinforcements arrived were far too great. And, if she were a civilian running from a threat, she would attempt to get as far from the city as she could. With the possibility of survivors on her mind, she allowed her gaze to settle on the seemingly endless jungle looming in the distance, praying to whatever gods were out there that some of them had the necessary items to survive in the wild of the Amazon.<br><br>Her head jerked to the side, an instinctual reaction to sound: Something was getting close, the clinking of metal and grinding gears sending her adrenaline into overdrive; not a good thing, in her current, green state. A quick reminder about survivors had her breathing regulated, her pulse slowing, and she bolted.<br><br>It was an unnatural feeling, being a “hero,” an Avenger even, and running from a fight. But she had no idea what she would be facing out there. While her cousin likely could have fought them off for a time, she was more concerned with the well-being of anyone who may have made it to the jungle . . . And survived so far.<br><br>And then she realized: She had no idea how long ago all of this had happened. She couldn’t have been out for long, with her regeneration abilities . . . But she <strong>did</strong> have an entire building topple in on her. If she’d acquired a serious head injury, it was highly likely that she had been out for much longer than just a few minutes while her body knitted its wounds back together. Yet, the attack had to have happened relatively recently, judging by the smoke and dust still lingering in the air . . .<br><br>Jennifer shook off that thought, the balls of her feet sinking in slightly as the terrain changed from cement to singed organic material, the trees swallowing her up like a hungry predator as she lunged into the darkness of overhanging foliage. Her pace slowed to a complete stop, her torso turning to allow her one last glance at the demolished city she’d just left behind. She scanned, hoped, nearly begged from some semblance of remaining life. Nothing caught her attention. No military crafts in the sky, no tanks in the streets, and . . . The palm of her hand rested against the nearest tree, the wood creaking in protest as her fingers gripped and dug into the bark.<br><br>“No screams. No yelling. Just . . . Air.” She realized in that moment why she’d felt the urge to run. The screaming of helpless people would have urged her further into the city, to aid those in need . . . But there had been nothing.<br><br>She brought her wrist back up to her lips again as she turned her back to the fallen Buenos Aires; a second attempt to reach someone, “this is She-Hulk, reporting in . . . Buenos Aires has endured—well, not really, but—the city’s fallen under a massive attack and needs immediate assistance. Please respond.” More static. Her cheeks puffed out as she released a heavy sigh, her eyes surveying the jungle as she trudged further and further in, senses always open for possible survivors. There had to be <strong>someone</strong> around who could tell her what had happened, someone who witnessed the massacre of Buenos Aires. She only hoped she could find them before some predatory creature (or worse) found them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:15:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://x.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/8/70/4cd062bc512f0.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tarzan... pool.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk, Invisible Woman<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Some time after his spill, Wade finally began to stir. He groaned as he peeled himself off the sticky jungle floor, but cut that painful expression short as he heard footsteps heading his way. Not just one pair, but two. It took a concentrated effort to pick himself up and tuck himself into the shadows of a nearby tree. He didn't know how he got here or how long he'd been unconscious for. In fact, the last thing he remembered was laying down to go to sleep in a luxury suite in one of Buenos Aires finest hotels.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He cranked his neck to both sides as he awaited the two approaching to show themselves. His neck popped a couple of times, the bones re-aligning themselves after quite the unsettling fall. He did the same with his arms and back, and it wasn't long at all before even the few remaining aches and pains disappeared completely, courtesy of Wolverine and the Weapon program. His hands instinctively gripped the hilts of his twin katanas and he silently drew them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't try incredibly hard to conceal himself, as a man with his regenerative capabilities didn't truly fear much. His eyes narrowed as he watched both individuals enter the small clearing where he had fallen. It was a relatively open patch of jungle about twenty yards in diameter. Of course there was one single thorn bush growing in its center, the one he'd managed to hit on his way down, go figure. It was likely strangling out all the other growth in its immediate vicinity. <em>"Fancy that, a threesome in the jungle. Where is a stereo with a Guns n' Roses cd blaring when you need one?"</em> Deadpool thought out loud to the readers of this post, hoping for an answer to what he believed was a purely legitimate question - he hated rhetoric. <strong>"Long way from home ain't we, ladies?"</strong> Nevermind the fact that he still wondered how he himself had wound up out in the middle of the Amazon during the middle of his vacation. He wasn't exactly big on hiking or exploring swampy disgusting places.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 02:11:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Deadpool, She-Hulk, open<br></span></span><hr>As she walks through the thick jungle, Susan Storm lets out a disgruntled sigh. Why in the hell, she thinks, did she just wander into the jungle? No, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. But she should have at least made an effort to figure out precisely where she was, where she was heading. Just… walking in the jungle is foolhardy, at it’s best. As it is, she’s fairly sure she’s been walking in big ol circles. <br><br>She grunts with almost every step through the jungle, now being thoroughly fed up with… everything. The thought of giving up once more comes into her mind. That thought seems to be coming more and more into her brain. Her eyes are cast down for the most part as she walks, glancing up only occasionally. But when she does glance up this last time, she makes note of a deep cut in a tree she passes. She mutters a curse as she recognizes the groove she cut into the tree about 2 hours ago. As she suspected.. she’s been walking in circles. Her hand comes up to rub her temples, her form swaying for a moment. Since she knows this God forsaken area so well, she knows there’s a small clearing not far from the tree she cut the mark in. So she’ll make her way to it and rest, maybe a nap, even. <br><br>She does still look a mess, her clothing torn in various little spots, her face covered with dust and dirt. Her hair still tied back into a ponytail, but looks frazzled. She enters the little clearing, and she freezes, seeing movement. The movement of something big. She takes a half step back as she comes into the clearing, her hands raising a little towards what she sees moving there in the surrounding jungle. Her first thought is that it’s one of those death squads she’s been actively avoiding. But to her genuine surprise…. <br><br>“J… Jen?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her tone unbelieving. How could <em>she</em> be here? Of all the jungles in all the world, how is that none other than the sensational She-Hulk is suddenly here? She just stares at the larger woman, feeling genuinely shocked. Of everything that’s happened so far today.. this just takes the cake. But it isn’t like she didn’t want something like this. She-Hulk and Susan have had a friendship for many years. And Sue is about to inquire about her presence here… when another voice comes forth from the jungle. <em><strong>”Long way from home, ain’t we ladies?”</strong></em> Sue’s gaze shoots towards Deadpool, and her eyes widen. Immediately she recognizes him. She doesn’t know a lot about him, but she knows he’s some kind of mercenary. And a killer. Susan stares right at Deadpool, and she raises her hands just slightly in front of her body, focusing on him as she scowls deeply. Her body trembles a little, but only due to the fact she’s exhausted. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 09:00:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires City Center, on the move<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>She-Hulk wasn’t exactly in a hurry. With no particular destination in mind, she figured the best way to locate survivors would be to take her time. After all, one of her steps equaled two or three of an average person’s, given the length of her legs. Unfortunately, her size also made it difficult to remain on the top layer of the bog-like flooring covering the Amazon. Every step had her sinking just a bit, a permanent grimace stuck on her face at the sensation of moist dirt and sod slithering between her toes. <em>“This is disgusting, in case you were wondering. Be glad you don’t have to experience this first-hand. Yigh.”</em><br><br>In a swift—and clearly agitated—motion, she ripped the remaining shreds of sleeves from her arms, using them to dab at the moisture that had accumulated on her face and neck. Whether it was from sweat or the jungle’s thick humidity clinging to her flesh like a scorned lover, she would probably never know. Honestly, she was fine with that. Clingy scorned lovers were never fun to deal with, anyway.<br><br>Footsteps nearing her location had her eyes widening to enhance her vision, her head turning to the side just slightly to better pick up the source of the sound. At the same moment, a barely-audible groan came at her from the other side; her own strides halting completely as she realized that she was in the middle of something. Hopefully, that something wasn’t an ambush. Or a soon-to-be-awkward situation.<br><br><strong>“J… Jen?”</strong> The familiar voice and appearance of Sue Storm had a rather broad smile spreading across She-Hulk’s face, her eyes brightening and her mood automatically improving.<br><br>“Sue! Terrible circumstances, but <em>damn</em>, it’s good to see you! What happ—”<br><br><strong>“Long way from home, ain’t we ladies?”</strong> <em>Ah, yes. The source of the groan.</em> She-Hulk quirked an eyebrow at the male, recognition flashing across her face for the briefest of moments as she attempted to evaluate the current situation. She’d never had the opportunity to cross paths with Deadpool, but a rumor or two <em>might</em> have made it to her ears. <em>“What <strong>is</strong> it with men and red spandex? Don’t they realize it makes everything look <strong>smaller</strong>?”</em> Jennifer allowed her eyes to drop just slightly, in order to further prove her point to the audience. Her brow remained arched as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, the slightest hint of a teasing grin beginning to show on her lips.<br><br>Jennifer couldn’t be certain if Deadpool was friend or foe at this particular moment—one could <strong>never</strong> be certain when it came to the Merc (or so she was told)—so she took a step closer to Sue to place herself between the masked man and the Invisible Woman, arms still folded across her chest.<br><br>“You know, it’s really not polite to draw weapons on a first date.” Her lips tilted into a smirk, eyes dancing with the little bit of fire she could muster after the confusing events of the day. If she wanted answers out of either of them regarding the fall of Buenos Aires, she first had to establish whether Deadpool was on their side . . . Or someone else’s. She wasn’t about to let her guard down, especially with potential survivors roughing it in the Amazon. They'd need all the help they could get.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 01:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.images.gametrailers.com/image_root/massives/aaa_games/2012/10_oct_2012/m_deadpool_sdcc12tour.jpg?width=640&amp;height=360&amp;crop=true&amp;quality=.91)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk, Invisible Woman<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade walked casually into the clearing, several yards away from the two women who had recently appeared. He vaguely recognized them both from some point in the past - he didn't usually keep close tabs on most superhumans. Unless they were targets. Which wasn't the case with these two anytime in the recent past. He couldn't help but chuckle at Jennifer's remark. <strong>"It's not my fault your first-dates are boring."</strong> <em>"Medieval Times, ahh... now that's a good first date - if only they battled to the death with real weapons. Now</em> that <em>would be a perfect!"</em> Wade spun his blades casually around his relaxed body - the way a kid might flip a yo-yo as he waited at a school bus-stop. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"But don't flatter yourself hun."</strong> He said, extending one of the katanas in her direction, as if pointing at her. <strong>"These aren't for you. Trust me, I know better than picking fight with angry green rage monsters - woman or not."</strong> The tail end of that comment was a simple prod at her gender, not that it mattered to him - he just loved throwing a jab any chance he got. Wilson's mind then drifted back to his last brutal encounter with the green-skinned woman's cousin Bruce. It was just one of those fights that was impossible to win - and unfortunately due to his insane regeneration, also impossible to lose. Lots of pain...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade still couldn't think of any reasonable explanation as to how he'd ended up out in the middle of the jungle. Given She-Hulk and Sue's surprise at his appearance, they likely didn't have a part in it. It didn't make any sense why he was here - or even why <em>they</em> were here. <em>"Well... it makes sense why She-Hulk is here. If anyone fits the description of 'Amazon' it's definitely her."</em> Wilson decided he'd rather not push any of her buttons right now, choosing not to respond to his own mental voice out loud. He also decided he'd put his blades away for the time being. Both women looked tired and ragged and far from looking for a fight - although they were very prepared for one.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Who's your hot blond friend?"</strong> He knew she was one of the members of the Fantatical Five - or whatever they called themselves these days; but he figured he'd play stupid for the time being. Maybe he'd get a little more information to try and fill in some of the huge blanks he had in his mind right now. Not that his mind was ever all that coherent anyways - at least from an outsider's perspective. <strong>"Either of you ever been to Medieval Times? We could go check it out... you know... <em>together</em>."</strong>&nbsp; He pointed over his shoulder with one thumb, as though it was just a hop, skip, and a teleport away.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 02:22:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Deadpool, She-Hulk, open<br></span></span><hr>Susan stares at Deadpool intently, almost angrily. He might be taking this lightly (to her anyways), and so is Jen. But for Sue.. she’s just trying to keep herself going. Mentally and physically. Her pretty eyes drift between the green hued woman and the red hued man, suddenly being reminded of Christmas for some reason. <br><br>Christmas used to be her favorite time of the year. <br><br>Should you be observing her stance, her features, she doesn’t seem exactly… all there, does she? Indeed she does look a wreck. She’s not adapting as well as Jen obviously is to this new situation, and she doesn’t seem as be taking all of this as carefree as Deadpool clearly is. And as Deadpool points the deadly blade in Jen’s direction, Sue finds herself taking a fearful step back. Now that’s something that doesn’t happen a lot. And hasn’t happened in years. <br><br>She has no fear for Jen, not really. She loves her friend (she loves all of her friends, really), she is worried about her… but Jen is one of the most capable and strong women she has ever known. And not just strong in a physical sense, but in the way she approaches life. For a moment, she has always envied that about She-Hulk. <br><br>Come on Sue.. get it together. You have to get out of here still. And this could very well be a clue, the first you’ll need to salvage what’s left of… of everything. Her head bows down a little as she still focuses upon Deadpool’s form, and a circuit closes in her mind. Almost instantly at the beckon of her will, an invisible dome appears around Deadpool. Not restricting him (yet) or obstructing him in any way… it’s a good 10 feet around him in all directions. In the back of her mind, she tries to remember what she knows about him. She has a feeling he had a teleporter at one time.. she surmises if he had it, he wouldn’t be hoofin it in this jungle. <br><br>But then… he is insane and all. <br><br>Now Sue steps forward angrily, her hands in fists at her sides. She maintains the wide forcefield around Wade, confident he won’t be able to strike her. Maybe. Probably.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m Susan Richards… and we don’t have time for this bullshit.”&nbsp; &nbsp;She points into the jungle as she speaks in an angered tone to Deadpool&nbsp; &nbsp;“Did you have anything to do with the attack on Buenos Aires? Do you know who did? Don’t play damn games with me, I want answers. Or I’ll keep you locked there for the rest of your pathetic life.”&nbsp; Yeah, that’s a little out of character for sweet Suzie Q. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 05:25:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;That one clearing . . . Y'know, somewhere in the Amazon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool, Invisible Woman<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Her teasing expression only turned more playful at Deadpool’s witty responses, her arms dropping to rest her hands on her hips while she relaxed one of her legs. “C’mon, now. If you’re going to point a sword at me, at least make it the fun one.” She ignored the gibe at her gender—she was used to it, being a female attorney. Being green and rather tall didn’t help much, either, in the "being taken seriously" business. <em>"So observant to note my skin tone <strong>and</strong> gender. What a smart boy! Maybe he needs a biscuit . . . "</em><br><br>A little pout plumped her lips as Deadpool sheathed the katanas, as if she’d been hoping he would try something. The expression was fleeting, and wouldn’t have been noticed unless one of her companions had been watching her rather intently. "Well, that's too bad. I'm a bit more fun to play with than my cousin." She-Hulk couldn't resist the urge to wink. It <strong>had</strong> been a while since she'd been able to engage in (mostly) witty banter with someone.<br><br>Out of her peripheral vision, Jen noticed Sue’s unusual acts of character. The way she hung her head, the fact that the blonde had stepped back a bit. All unusual for the strong and brave Invisible Woman. She-Hulk adjusted her posture, turning herself to pay closer attention to her friend, both of her eyebrows lifting just slightly out of pure curiosity.<br><br>Deadpool’s comment about a hot blonde had Jen’s attention switching back to him, her smirk back in place as she was about to mention that he truly had no chance with Sue. But the blonde beat her to it.<br><br>Completely out of character, Sue managed to ‘lock’ Deadpool in one of her lovely little force fields, which caused Jen’s mouth to drop open just slightly. It wasn’t usual for Sue to just . . . Snap and trap people in a bubble. But what had Jen even more concerned was her choice of verbiage when she spoke.<br><br>“Sue?” She-Hulk stepped a little closer to the smaller woman, extending a hand to rest it gently on Sue’s shoulder. “Are you alright? ‘Cause, you don’t look so good.” Jen tilted her head, lowering herself just a tad to be more eye-level with the Invisible Woman. “Maybe you should sit down for a minute and rest. I’ll see if he knows anything.” She-Hulk jerked her head in the direction of Deadpool in all his bubble-trapped glory, trying not to grin at the unusual predicament. With the way Sue had responded, it was obvious something serious had happened today. She’d have to find out what that was, exactly. At a moment when Sue wasn’t quite so . . . Emotional.<br><br>“Now,” Jen stood upright, taking a few steps closer to Deadpool and allowing the small smile to settle on her lips again. “<strong>Do</strong> you know anything about what happened today? Because all I remember is waking up under an entire building. Not a great way to start the day.” Whether or not he would tell the truth, well, that was something to be discovered. Lucky for Jen, she was pretty good at getting answers out of people. And had many different techniques for doing so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 06:12:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/13/132383/2640630-deadpool.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk, Invisible Woman<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Well now. That wasn't nice.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade didn't even flinch when she suddenly snapped on him and a barely perceptible field surrounded his idle form. <em>"Susan Richards... Yes. Reed's annoying little bitch."</em> He calmly crossed his arms and listened to her threat. Sure, he could just reach down, click a button and appear behind her. It would take just the simplest draw of an adamantine blade and he could put her down for good. But then he would spend the next several hours (or longer) trying to find a way to get out of She-Hulk's grasp... which would be a painfully unnecessary tromp that he really wasn't in the mood for.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Before he had a chance to respond.<em> "That's a lie, I had plenty I could have said if I wanted to."</em> - Okay... after Wade crossed his arms and continued to stare back at Sue, Jen interceded between the two - trying to calm her friend. Then the bad-ass green lady turned her attention back to Wade <em>"as it should be."</em> She inquired pretty much the same thing Sue had, and to that Wilson had no real answer, but of course he was full of words to offer - whether they were relevant or not. <strong>"Look ladies, I don't know what you're talking about. Just yesterday - or maybe today - I was lounging in a fancy hotel in Buenos Aires, trying to find a couple acceptable dates to escort to my favorite fake medieval paradise... and then BAM. I wake up here in this stinky, swampy jungle. You couldn't even LARP in this shit."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Wade didn't hide his agitation. He hated not being in the loop. He was <em>always</em> in the loop. However, for whatever reason, he just couldn't recall the last 24 to 48 hours of time - and he had a pretty good hunch the pounding headache he woke up to just minutes ago had something to do with it. It would come back eventually - it always did. His regenerative factor even worked on the neural connections inside his brain. Once they healed up, he'd have the facts in perfect condition... Perhaps that was the reason he came off as so utterly and inexplicably insane. His memory was perfect - to the point that there was so much stuff jammed in there, there was always something popping up at the most inopportune time.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Speaking of something popping up at inopportune times..."</em> There was just something about being threatened by two attractive, healthy, violent women that turned Deadpool on. It wouldn't be the first time, though he definitely would need to find some form of protection - he didn't want 'psycho blonde bitch' chasing him down nine-months later blaming a baby on him - that would be an entirely different kind of headache that his healing factor couldn't save him from. He then began to wonder if these force-fields she was able to generate would do the trick. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He realized then that an awkward length of silence had transpired since his last sentence, and the whole time since then he'd been zoned out on big greeny's breasts. <strong>"Uh... so... yeah. Trapped under a building you say? I mean... I'm pretty bad-ass, but as for leveling an entire building or city - pretty sure I haven't checked <em></em>that off my bucket list yet."</strong> Were they really questioning him about this? Jeez, who did they think he was. <strong>"Have you checked with any of the usual suspects? I mean, I'm pretty skilled with a briefcase full of C4 when I need to be - but why the hell would I want to blow up part of Buenos Aires? I came here for a vacation, not on business."</strong> For some reason he felt like he was lying, but until he knew why - he'd believe it was the truth.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 02:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Vision</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Open</span><br></span></span><hr><br>A winged bird flies throughout the jungle.... Unlike other birds in this place with their colorful plumage this bird's feathers are the color of storm clouds with a yellow beak and eyes of lightning and a disposition to match. It is much larger then the other birds in the jungle as well and it's wing strokes produce mini claps of thunder until Myth actively suppresses the ability and moves a different route much more silently. Settling on a branch the Thunderbird looks around its enhanced senses taking in more then a normal person. He would have picked a mythical animal more native to the land, but South American mythology has never been his strong point. Next time though he will rectify that problem even if it serves nothing more then to make the native squirm. It would be funny to see their faces as their own myths hunt them down.<br><br>Myth thinks as he scouts around as his mind works the same in different forms. He remembers his name is Ragnar Lodbrok, but everything before he came into his masters army is gone except for feelings and flashes. One reoccurring flash is of a younger petite Italian girl dark hair and brown eyes, her dead in his arms. Ragnar himself has no clue if he had killed her, but some feeling inside tells him different. It makes no difference anyhow since his Masters will is his will.<br><br>Suddenly something pulls Myth out of his thoughts and he wings closer to the sound just coming short of a clearing, but to where he could still see. Three people stand there... Two women and a man as he doesn't recognize the women, but the man looked familiar. He doesn't know what is going on, but he knows to signal the rest of his team so he uses the main reason he had chosen this form. Myth lets out the signal he was given which would be a loud sonic scream... It would alert those in the clearing but it couldn't be helped. Next would to shift back so the team could track his position, but first Myth would set the scene.<br><br>The large Thunderbird takes flight over the clearing as he lets loose on all abilities... Wings beat with loud claps of thunder and lightning streams off from his feathers. The sky darkens with storm clouds at his passing and he settles in the trees of the other side. Shifting back to his real form Ragnar cracks his neck before walking towards the clearing making no effort to hide his movements. He knows that he should wait, but Ragnar was spoiling for a fight and the large Norseman wanted his chance before the others got here. If he could do this without shifting forms he would be happy... It had been too long since Myth had felt the splash of warm blood on his face and he makes his entrance into the clearing. The wind blowing long brown hair off to the side as streaks of lightning light up a set of ice blue eyes and the twin twists of his goatee also ride the winds. Ragnar watches the three as he stalks closer, his hands raise to start pulling back the long brown hair into a tight tail as his eyes glimmer with impending bloodlust... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 02:33:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Deadpool, She-Hulk, Myth<br></span></span><hr>Susan watches Deadpool like a hawk, waiting for him to try some clever ploy or to try and talk her down or something. But mercy at the moment isn’t really on her mind. But her attention is diverted with Jen’s worry for her state. She barely looks towards the taller woman out of the corner of her eyes as she keeps her focus on Deadpool, as she keeps him locked in her invisible dome. <br><br>She doesn’t really answer Jen directly, she doubts she could in fact. Not in any coherent fashion. Truth be told, she’d just rather keep her mind on the problem at hand. The problem clad in red and black. Sue’s mind is assuming that Deadpool is somehow in the wrong here, at least. But all in all, she can’t really be sure of that. Not yet. So she takes Jen’s suggestion, knowing she’ll have just as an easy a time getting information out of Deadpool. They would both notice faint, barely there ripples in the air around Deadpool as Susan’s forcefield dissipates, changing its spectrum at the same time.&nbsp; <br><br>With a slight groan she then leans back against a near tree, just kind of letting it support her weight. She looks down from Jen and Deadpool, seeming to need a moment to gather herself. When Jen said that she didn’t look so good, she’s fairly sure the woman was being generous. Her psyche and body just weren’t made for the kind of time she’s had as of late. She keeps her eyes upon the dirt in front of her toes as she leans there, her eyes half closed. <br><br>“It’s not part of Buenos Aires… it’s all of it. There’s… nothing left.”&nbsp; She says in an exhausted tone, her eyes still cast down. But then she looks towards the both of them, her eyes only lifting towards them.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You look like you’re certainly dressed for business, not vacation. Or are you the kind of psycho that considers killing off the clock a vacation?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes narrow a little at that last part. She can’t say that Deadpool is responsible, or even involved. But… well answers aren’t just going to start dropping out of the air, are they? <br><br>Oh wait, maybe they are. <br><br>Susan jumps noticeably with Myth’s alert to the rest of his little squad, or whatever they would call themselves. She is suddenly on her feet, searching the skies over her head for the source of that awful and loud sound. So maybe Deadpool has backup. But then…. There’s nothing to say that’s true either. And making assumptions like that tend to lead to conflict. Her eyes flash towards She-Hulk and Deadpool, and then she looks in the general direction that Myth landed. Deadpool only had his swords unsheathed when he approached the clearing.. but this new guy… he’s putting on the ritz. Making a real show of his arrival. Susan feels herself sigh as she stares at him, a deep scowl on her lips. Now what…&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 05:21:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Still the same clearing in the Amazon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool, Invisible Woman, Myth<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Although She-Hulk’s attention was primarily focused on Deadpool, she couldn’t help but allow a glance back at Sue every now and then while the man spoke. She was concerned for her friend; she’d never seen her so seemingly distraught before. Nor that frazzled. Yes, the Amazon heat was a pain, but Sue looked like her spirit was exhausted from too much trauma.<br><br>The only thing that drew Jennifer out of her silent evaluation of the Invisible Woman was the eerily long silence that dragged out between Deadpool’s admissions. One eyebrow lifted slowly of its own accord when she turned her attention back to him. <em>”I wonder . . . If I bounced <strong>just</strong> a little . . .”</em><br><br>Sue’s interjected comments had She-Hulk dropping that entertaining idea almost immediately. The stress of the current situation dropped down on her shoulders, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she released an exasperated sigh. Their situation was not a good one: That much was obvious. “Sue, as loathe as I am to trust him, we really should give him the benefit of the doubt. Three heroes make a better t—“ She-Hulk’s phrase was cut off by the shrill sound ripping through the air. Instinctively, She-Hulk drew her hands up to shield her ears, her legs lowering her into a crouch as eyes searched carefully for the source of the noise.<br><br>Before long, the shriek gave way to thunder and static lingering in the air. Jennifer could feel her skin crawling with the energy as she rose to her full height, her gaze settling on the large bird that soared overhead. She allowed herself a quick glance toward both Sue and Deadpool before she stepped forward, fists clenching at her sides.<br><br>As the bird-man landed and transformed, She-Hulk continued to move forward, her steps slow and calculated as she fully evaluated her surroundings. She had plenty of organic material she could utilize in the event that this came to blows. Which she was pretty certain, it would.<br><br>“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s <strong>rude</strong> to interrupt someone’s conversation?” She-Hulk refused to halt until she was mere feet away from the new-comer, green eyes blazing fire and the barest hint of anger. Now that she was closer, she could see the expression of a killer lingering on his face, her brows knitting a bit as she adjusted her footing for better purchase on the boggy ground. “Sue, we might need to put the bird back in his cage. Maybe we should clip his wings first?” Jennifer never allowed her eyes to leave the man-bird-thing (that was really the best way she could describe it); she just hoped that Deadpool and The Invisible Woman were still back there . . . Somewhere. Otherwise, this would likely be a long (and painful) day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 04:12:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m67l7q15UX1qeimwq.png)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Vision? No, wait. The Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk, Invisible Woman, Myth<br><br></span></span><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Susan's response clued him in a bit more about Buenos Aires... and he felt some twinge of subconscious that tugged at the back of his mind - but he still couldn't remember clearly. Her next remark, however, <em>did</em> register for Wilson. It was a joke. <em>"Something about three blind mice becoming murders?"</em> Wade shook the distracting random connection from his thoughts. <strong>"Honey, I <em>always</em> dress for business. When you love your job... it's kind of like a vacation."</strong> He didn't say it in a threatening tone. He was merely offering her an explanation for his attire. <strong>"And who would wear casual clothing running off into the wild jungle anyways... I mean... besides you?"</strong> He said with no small hint of mirth in his voice.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't want them to think he was affiliated with whatever destruction had been brought on Buenos Aires, as clearely Sue was personally attached to the event; but before he could change the subject, Sue decided to free him from his "prison" and trust her green comrade's instincts. He was glad she did. <em>"Whew. Dodged a bullet there huh? There's no</em> way <em>I could have gotten her to believe watching things go KABOOM isn't entertaining."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Then it was Jen's turn to speak. She continued to further convince Sue that it would be better to trust him for now. <em>"Trust me, really??? Damn. Something big must have really gone down."</em> Deadpool thought to himself as she spoke. Her sentence, however, was cut short by Myth's flashy appearance. Lots of bells and whistles and stuff. <em>"How inconspicuous..."</em> Wade thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. <strong>"Amateur."</strong> To be honest... Wilson was slightly envious of the grand and dramatic entrance. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was something, however, about how the man looked at Wade - as if he recognized him. It in-turn triggered some slight recall of Wilson's memory and he understood the man was once an ally... but he couldn't put a finger on why quite yet. Maybe putting a blade on it would give him the answer. <em>"Damn brain, hurry up and heal already."</em> Wilson thought with no small amount of frustration. He decided to vent those frustrations on the man in front of him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Can't have that son-of-a-transforming-bitch stealing my thunder can I?"</em> Deadpool thought, before responding to his own inner-voice. <strong>"Let's give this cocky fuck a real show."</strong> He then strode forward quickly, running past She-Hulk whilst drawing both blades. If this guy wanted a fight - well Wade would definitely give him one. The reckless mercenary led his charge with both blades extended forward towards the man's torso - paying little heed to the fact that he may very well be offering two adamantium lighting-rods in his convenient direction. Well I guess that's what a good healing factor is for.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 22:35:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Vision</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Deadpool, Invisible Woman, She-Hulk</span><br></span></span><hr><br>The right side of Myth's mouth pulls up slightly at the green woman's banter, but he doesn't bother to answer her as he looks down slightly at the woman. Truth be told the armor adds a couple of inches to his already impressive height so they would actually be about equal in that aspect. His fingers flex and tighten of their own accord releasing a lock on the gauntlets that releases a row of spikes along the knuckles of each hand with a metallic thunk. If one listened closely they would hear Myth whispering a prayer to Tyr under his breath. Eyes shift to the pieces on the board calculating each....<br><br>From all he had heard Ragnar figured the man in red and black would make the first move and he holds up his right hand with his fingers spread. One by one the fingers go down in a silent count.... Two his middle finger goes down and he uses the old devil horns that is so popular with the hardcore metal heads anymore. Myth hits one and the middle finger comes back up flipping them all off as he explodes into action slightly before Deadpool.<br><br>Actually of them all Deadpool was easy since the move was well telegraphed to the former mercenary that preferred hand to hand above all else. While a person could lie and faint their muscles told the whole story. Ragnar dipped and spun past the charging swords, then as he came around his right palm comes up and Myth fires a full powered blast at the red suited mans spine. That completed he comes around that same right hand clenches into a fist heading towards She-Hulks face, but suddenly he stops it short as his true attack becomes apparent. Myths knee comes shooting up towards her jaw and he triggers the jump jets to add even more power to the blow.<br><br>He smiles as the attack puts him high enough to fire off several blasts at the last woman. As Ragnar hits the ground he takes several hops back and stands there fists at his shoulders and his right knee slightly toes lightly touch the ground...
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 21:41:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Deadpool, She-Hulk, Myth<br></span></span><hr>Susan’s focus now lies upon the new stranger.. the one who seems to be strutting like some peacock looking for a fight. She could see it, just by his body language. By the way he carried himself, the way he looked at all of them. She’s seen that look thousands of times over her years as the Invisible Woman. <br><br>But she is actually shocked when Deadpool actually moves to attack.. lunging at the stranger. What is he thinking?! Sue starts forward only a few steps, but then she abruptly stops herself. For a moment she had forgotten herself, the actual misery she’s in. How can she just charge in and fight at a time like this? She needs to get out of here… find out what’s going on. Find her Reed. That is paramount in her mind at the moment. Indecision forces her in place, makes her stay right where she is. Does she run, try and get help? She knows she has to stay.. if she stays close to Jen, she’ll get out of this okay. Well, relatively. <br><br>She winces as the battle is indeed engaged… and the stranger lashes back at Deadpool. So that’s not a big deal. And if it was just a fight between the men, she wouldn’t have that much of a problem walking away. Getting Jen and moving on their merry way. But the man then moves to attack She-Hulk.. and suddenly Sue is being attacked also. She’s rather experienced in this sort of thing, in battle. In being underestimated. This guy was itching for a fight… and Deadpool started one with him. She doesn’t like this, but she has to act. <br><br>Susan goes from grief stricken to business like in the expanse of the blink of an eye. Those (most likely) deadly blasts hone in on her, and she just stares them down. They all get to within 2 feet of Susan, and they seem to explode against something. They impact against an invisible force field created by Sue’s consciousness. The blasts explode harmlessly, and the force field simply ceases to be. As the blasts dissipate, Sue’s big blue eyes lock on that very angry stranger. Myth, not Deadpool. She isn’t sure how long she can keep this up, but she’s going to give it a go. As she stares at Myth, the area immediately around his head seems to be cut off, as if he were to suddenly put on a helmet. Sue erects an invisible force field around his head, squeezing against his neck. She changes the frequency of the light spectrum of the force field, making it seem to darken a little. As if it were tinted suddenly. She means to show all that she is doing this, making Jen aware of it so that she doesn’t try to hit it or something. She makes sure the force field itself doesn’t allow oxygen through, intending to basically choke the man out. <br><br>And something occurs to her. Those jump jets… her eyes narrow as she focuses on Myth and keeping her force field up around him, and she calls out to Jen.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Jen! That thing he’s wearing! The death squads I’ve been hiding from, they all wear the same thing! And they hunt in packs!”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 05:29:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Still the same clearing in the Amazon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool, Invisible Woman, Myth<br><br></span></span><hr><br>With the sudden rush of red and black streaming past her, She-Hulk was caught off-guard. She had hoped that her companions had remained in the clearing, but had no assumptions that they would engage in battle with an unknown foe. Truly, Deadpool was far more intriguing than she’d initially given him credit for.<br><br>She-Hulk simply stared, watching as Deadpool charged recklessly toward an opponent they knew nothing about. It didn’t take long for the shape-changer to evade the dual blades and spin toward She-Hulk. Her eyes narrowed, brows furrowing as the anger began to pulse through her veins like a drug. Her arms lifted as she ducked her torso down, evading the blow from his fist—but that blow never came. Instead, his knee made contact with her jaw, the force behind it causing her vision to blur momentarily. Of course, this only served to elevate her anger to a level akin to livid.<br><br>She-Hulk stood up to her full height, running her fingers across her jawbone as she attempted to lessen the ache. She could feel her healing factor kicking in, the section of jaw that had certainly shattered from the force of the attack beginning to tingle uncomfortably. She watched as the man attempted to lay an attack on Sue, her lips tilting in what could only be described as a hybrid between a smirk and a snarl. Of course, The Invisible Woman seemed to have things handled. Jennifer never doubted her—she was one tough cookie, Sue Storm.<br><br>The visible bubble around the man's head forced a little snort of amusement from She-Hulk, her eyes glued to the small tinted force field as she opened and closed her jaw to make sure it had fully recovered. Suddenly, Sue was calling out to her, Jen’s head whipping to focus on the little blonde as she shouted out information. She-Hulk’s eyes darted to the jump-jet, one slender brow arching just before she turned toward Deadpool. “Hope you’re up for stealing a jet-pack.”<br><br>She-Hulk didn’t bother to wait for a response, she simply lunged forward, eyes focused completely on the pack strapped to Myth’s back. “Keep that thing on him, Sue!” She-Hulk dropped her torso, aiming her shoulder toward Myth’s abdomen. If she could knock him off his feet, hopefully Deadpool would sneak in there to get the pack off. After all, if there were more of those things out there, it would be beneficial to their little “team” if they had one of their own.<br><br>Sinking into the bog, she put all of her weight behind the final little push that would allow her to make contact with the new-comer and, hopefully, knock him on his ass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 01:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20081210042112/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/b/b9/Deadpool.jpg/255px-Deadpool.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Viva La Resistonce!<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk, Invisible Woman, Myth<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The palm strike sent Deadpool crashing to the side - it was remarkably more forceful than the average human being of the enemy's weight and size. The ol' Merc with a Mouth went tumbling diagonally - as his forward momentum influenced his launch equally. He tried to lean forward and tuck into a combat roll, but his shoulder met the ground with too much force and snapped audibly. He still managed to tumble over a couple times and land in a kneeling position, both swords still in hand - though one was gripped loosely. Breaking his clavicle sent a sharp sting of pain down his arm that weakened his grip. <em>Careful Wadey. That ain't just no transforming bird, that dude's got training.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Thanks Captain Obvious, that would have been useful a minute ago..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade stood to his feet, the grasp on his katana only gained strength as his healing factor rapidly went to work on the damage in his shoulder and back. He noticed Sue's shield around the man's head, as he jogged back into the fight. As he contemplated his next attack, She-Hulk came blasting in with a leap - and Wade wasn't about to get anywhere near <em>that</em> collision. <em>Looks like the hot muscly green lady will be tanking, Sue is handling support... that leaves us with Ranged AD or Burst Mage.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Seriously, League of Legends?</strong> Wade thought back in response to his own inner monologue...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Whatever works man... whatever works.</em> Wade slid his katanas away and drew his pair of compact tactical .45 pistols just as Jen's body was about to intersect with Birdman's. He held them up and took aim, firing a couple of shots at the most likely trajectory the adversary would take if Jen were to land the heavy assault. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>*BANG&nbsp; BANG&nbsp; BANG* </strong></span><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Three is a couple now? Who put Jerry Springer in charge of counting gun shots?</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>...Wait, that's not a bad idea actually. He'll need the practice for filling out police reports after his shows are over!</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Would you two shut up, I'm trying to concentrate here!"</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 05:17:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Vision</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Deadpool, Invisible Woman, She-Hulk</span><br></span></span><hr><br>From his stance Myth seems relaxed and his eyes constantly flick back and forth taking in all he can. He is momentarily surprised that his blasts didn't get anywhere near the blond haired woman, but oh well that stuff happens sometimes. The reason is answered moments later as the tinted field is placed around his head. Myths fingers runs along it lightly and it hits him... A force field of some kind, so that's why his blasts didn't get her and judging from the way it's set up not likely to allow him any air as well. It doesn't bother him too much for now, if worse would happen Myth could always let the helmet snap into place. The armor had a limited air supply, but he didn't need it.... His breathing changes to conserve what he has in the bubble.<br><br>Then Ragnar hears the magic words... So ol blondie figured it out huh? A glance at his wrist tells him that back up is closing in, but this fight was too much fun to share with the others... His eyes snap forward as the green skinned woman charged towards him. The lowered shoulder tells him what is going to happen as if these people were rank amateurs... Always telegraphing, but Myth slumps letting his body go limp as the emerald woman slams into him and he goes flying backwards.<br><br>Time seems to slow as Myth is in the air and he hears three gunshots. The first he sees clearly as it bounces off the force field.... Thank Tyr the blond woman had put that up... The other two though? He feels the shock as the armor takes one but the last bullet finds a seam and burning pain brings a smile to his face. Hitting the ground he rolls for a moment before slowly getting back to his feet. A smile stays on his face as his haunting voice sounds in the storm, Myths Nordic accent is thick as he finally speaks,<strong>"Pain! I love it! Give me more pain! Make me feel alive!"</strong><br><br>Standing straight he looks at the three and his armor disappears leaving him in his clothes.... Seconds later they also disappear into the other dimension where his gear is kept when he shifts leaving his lean muscular form nude before them. They would see the runes covering Myths upper body most of them on his arms are tattooed on, but the ones on his chest are branded into his white skin. He glares as his body starts changing, when the thunder from his entrance fades away the others are treated to the sound of his bones stretching, breaking and finally reforming. His muscles bulge and tear beneath his skin as well, but that wouldn't be noticed because his skin changes colors becoming black as obsidian as scales begin forming.<br><br>Dropping down to all fours Myths body grows rapidly easily stretching out 25 feet before a long muscular tail adds more to him. He saved the best for last as large wings bust from his back and gives an experimental downstroke casting a blast of air all about him. From his shoulders the still very human head grins again despite the pain he's in from changing... The scales around the shoulders bulge momentarily before four more heads burst from the form. Myths head joins the other four as they extend on long serpentine necks and change forming large angular heads with large sharp curling horns coming from the top. The teeth also sharpen as they grow longer extending to about the length of a forearm and draconic lips curl into an evil smile showing them off. The other heads take in breaths so now Ragnar doesn't have to worry about his air supply anymore...<br><br>The now massive multi headed dragon that Myth changed into towers over the three looking down at them. Amber eyes glint with blood lust as lightning flashes reflecting off of the smooth obsidian colored scales. It would be breathtaking really.... If the beast wasn't looking to continue the fight.... One head turns to regard the blond haired woman momentarily before a sharp intake of breath is heard coming from it. If one knows dragons they know what coming next and Myth doesn't disappoint... The head stretches out letting forth a burst of red flames that rush straight for the blond.<br><br>Not wanting the others to feel left out Myth leaps forward using his powerful legs and swipes at the emerald skinned woman as another head reaches out to snap half heartily at the man with the swords...
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 22:53:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> She-Hulk, Deadpool, Myth<br></span></span><hr>It is Sue’s sincere hope that the ‘plan’ is to hijack the jetpack worn by this stranger and flee. That would be downright great at this moment. It’s a nice thought, but today isn’t the day for things to go her way. In so many different ways. <br><br>But despite her errant thoughts, she keeps her focus upon Myth. Wanting to keep her force field bubble erected around his head, hoping it’ll be the thing that gives them an edge in this fight. It isn’t hard to keep a force field around an object that’s in motion. It’s really a matter of minute adjustments to the size and placement of the bubble. But what he does next, well it takes her by surprise. She actually grimaces as Myth’s gear and clothing fade away. <br><br>“What is it with men wanting to get naked during a fight…”&nbsp; &nbsp;she mutters to herself, still keeping the force field up around Myth. But then surprise number 2 comes. Now she never actually saw him change shape, since that happened before he even entered the clearing. So when his body starts to distort, her eyes narrow in frustration. Her hands whip out to her sides, and the force field around Myth’s head suddenly is gone, erased as if it had never been there. She had no wish to do permanent damage… but as he starts to grow in size and head count, she has to wonder if she could have done permanent damage with that force field. <br><br>Well he has the size advantage now, and with that size does come certain disadvantages. There is more of him to act as a target and all, and he’s probably slower. But.. more firepower seems to be what he has gained. But Sue doesn’t seem perturbed or intimidated in the least, her eyes locked on the eyes of what she tracks as the original head. A look of bold defiance in her own eyes, and a thought occurs. For a&nbsp; moment, she’s reminded of Fin Fang Foom. The feeling she has at this moment is the same kind of feeling she gets when she’s staring down that particular giant menace. Well the one time she actually saw him face to giant face. And what did she have to watch out for with Fin Fang Foom? Yeah, acid breath. Her eyes narrow once more as she sees the giant Myth draw in breath, and she’s not so surprised with what follows. What does surprise her is the ferocity of the attack. <br><br>The jungle around her is lit up with red as the flames shoot right for her. Her hands thrust out towards them as she stands her ground, letting out a gasp as a force field suddenly appears in front of her. If you were to look at her, it would seem like she is pushing up against the onslaught of flames. But like the shots before, the flames never actually touch her. The area around her explodes into flames as everything is alit with the fire bouncing off of the force field she has erected around herself, a perfect dome. You learn to make domes when faced with an area of effect attack like fire… so it doesn’t sneak around and nip you in the butt. <br><br>Now this would normally be the part where it is described how she fights back the flames, maybe redirects them with a series of shaped force fields right back at the creature. Or how she stands there and smirks up at Myth, as if taunting him to try a bit harder to get her. And on another day, in another time, perhaps that’s how things would go. But for the today, for the here, things won’t unfold. <br><br>Almost immediately she feels herself start to sweat more as she fights the flames, as she keeps them at bay. She keeps her hands outstretched in front of her, as if they were holding the invisible shields up around her. Despite herself, despite her want to put on a good show and make Jen proud.. she is simply not up to this. With a soft pained cry she drops to one knee, keeping her hands shoved forward as she fights to now keep her force field up. She knows she isn’t going to last long… and maybe this would be a kinder fate… <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/74814A.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Genius, Man With The Plan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rurouni Safehouse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Every man, woman and child on God’s green Earth<br></span></span><hr><br>If you have a communications device… anything from the Avengers or X-Men or Fantastic Four or even a walkie talkie… you will be able to hear Tony Stark’s voice. It would first be broadcast in English, and then 4 more times in other languages. Anyone that can receive radio broadcasts, television signals, even some data signals will be able to hear the message. You won’t be able to communicate back, but you will hear his voice. And a few hours later.. you would hear the voices of others around the world, depending on the range of your communications device. It’s not spotless, there is going to be breakups in the signals and static… but it’s a start. <br><strong><br>“I know you’re out there listening. Looking for hope. Hiding from those that seek to destroy you. This being, Apocalypse has committed the first offense against us, against all of us. Borders, nationalities, religions, they don’t mean anything to him. If you are alive, you are a target; but you probably know all of this already, don’t you? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I want to tell you that hope still exists - that right now I am building an army for the grand counterattack... but I'm not. I can’t, not alone against such powerful tyranny. Every single one of us has been struck, or someone we care for has been struck. I have. But I know I have to keep going. And so do you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We’re far from ready to come riding out of the dawn and save the planet, but soon we will be. If you can hear me, and you aren't under the control of Apocalypse, then you are a part of this too. It doesn't matter what you think about yourself or your abilities or what you can or cannot offer - you are a part of this! <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mourn for the dead, pray for the living. That’s all we can do right now, until we are ready to strike back. To rise. To stand. To resist.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have full confidence that if all of you answer the call, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our home. To ride out this storm of war - and to outlive this menace of tyranny and violence. We are the only resistance left. You are humanity’s hope, each and every single one of you. You are the heroes now. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It may take days... it may take years... At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is what I am going to do.<br>Because I am Iron Man, and Apocalypse has not seen the last of me yet; nor has he seen the last of you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Our vengeance is coming.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 08:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Still the same clearing in the Amazon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool, Invisible Woman, Myth<br><br></span></span><hr><br>She-Hulk was overjoyed as her shoulder made contact and the familiar rush of keeling over settled into the pit of her stomach. Until she heard the gunshots. If their situation hadn’t been as sticky as it currently was, she certainly would’ve given Deadpool a piece of her mind about potentially hitting her. Not that it would have done much damage, but that wasn’t the point.<br><br>She rolled to one side of their enemy, pushing herself up on her hands and knees and glancing over at where he’d gone down. She was incredibly disturbed when she heard his words of pain, demanding more, one eyebrow quirking as her mouth dropped open just slightly in dumbfounded amazement. <em>”Seriously. Who <strong>is</strong> this guy?”</em><br><br>Then he was losing armor and clothing, and She-Hulk’s eyes dropped to the one thing she knew would be a weakness in his nude state. She shoved herself into a standing position, ready to lunge forward and give it a good solid twist when the changes to his physique had her hesitating. The unnatural and all-too-familiar sound of cracking bones registered in her ears, and she knew he was transforming. Yet, as the scales began to appear, she realized that he was taking on a different shape than the one she'd already witnessed.<br><br>Far too close to him for her liking, she dodged forward and out of his reach—or so she thought, at that point, anyway. Had she been a bit wiser to his abilities, she likely would have opted to take up a position behind him, where one of the newly-formed heads wouldn’t have been able to reach her quite so easily. Alas, she was lacking in knowledge when it came to this new foe, and was caught off-guard. <em>”Well, shit.”</em><br><br>When the clawed foot reached for her, she dropped, somersaulting to the side and out of his reach before rising up to a readied stance. The flames angled toward Sue attracted Jen’s eyes, her attention flitting back and forth between the giant dragon-man and her close friend. And then she saw Sue drop. She could feel the rage building at the assault toward someone she held so dear, her fists clenching at her sides. Even if she could make it to Sue in time, there was no guarantee that she could block the woman from the flames. She only had one option.<br><br>And then her com flared to life. It was louder than one would expect, considering the size of the device on her wrist, and certainly loud enough for all in the clearing to receive the message and get the point across.<br><br>Harnessing her rage, the hope Iron Man’s still-broadcasting message had begun to instill, and the knowledge that she was more fire-proof than most, She-Hulk bolted forward, unleashing the gift of her super-human speed as she rushed toward the beast. Powerful leg muscles tensed to launch her into the air as she reached the fire-breathing head, her arms wrapping around the jaw of the creature to force its mouth closed and seal off the heat. “Pick on someone your own damn size!” Now fully embracing the green monster within, She-Hulk gave a violent twist with her arms, hoping to do a decent amount of damage to the . . . Thing. As Tony's message came to a halt, Jennifer shouted in Sue's general direction, “Sue! You heard him! We can do this! Get <strong>up</strong> and show this <strong>bastard</strong> what you’re made of!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 04:57:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pF6DLyYKvOg/Tw2RSbVufpI/AAAAAAAADTs/ZfvwlHpPB2E/s1600/Deadpool-logo.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Viva La Resistonce!<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle Clearing, near Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk, Invisible Woman, Myth<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The shots landed, at least a couple of them. Fortunately for the outnumbered villain, Sue's mini shield blocked the most potentially lethal round. <em>"Damn."</em> It didn't appear to matter anyhow. The assailant merely took the hits and stood back up asking for more. <strong>"He must read my comics. That's totally one of my moves."</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"What, getting shot, liking it, and asking for more?"</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"No you idiot. <em>Pretending</em> to like it, just to get in my opponent's head."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Oh shit, you mean he's in here with us!! Right now?!"</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Deadpool growls... apparently to himself, to the outside observer. <strong>"No you moron! It doesn't work if we're on to him."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"We didn't list that mental power on our character bio..."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Ughhh.... SHUT UP! We have bigger fish to fry right now!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade managed to silence the annoying voices inside his head just in time to see the blast of flame erupt from the now-fucking-huge-Dragon-man's third head towards Sue. <strong>"Oh fuck no. Apocalypse didn't say shit about fighting fire-breathing mythical creatures."</strong> Wilson said, finally out loud. It was then that he realized his memory had mostly returned - probably when his internal voice mentioned his character bio - which is listed under the villains. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Wait, that means I'm supposed to be on <em><em>his</em></em> side..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And just at that moment Jennifer took off again, executing several fancy maneuvers before attempting to take the giant beast head-on again. Of course Wade couldn't help but admire the motion of her sexy-yet-powerful green body during the process. He shook the tempting thoughts away just in time to see the half-hearted snap of yet another head, coming right at his torso. Deadpool twisted and ducked just barely in time, and the dragon's massive maw crashed together with a terrifying snap that had his ears ringing. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He rolled backwards and stood, a hand on each ear. <em>"Wilson, if you side with a psychotic monster over two single, attractive, and lonely women - I'm going to have to pull the fag card on you. I know it would be a lot of fun to team up with a psychotic mythilogical shapeshifting madman... but we have got to have some fucking priorities man."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"You're right."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Where the fuck is Gandalf when you need him?! Wizards are never late MY ASS!"</strong> Wilson shouted as he re-drew his twin katana's. He'd obviously dropped his pistols to hold his ears, right? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Right."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He then sprinted towards the giant morphling the same way he had done in the beginning of the fight, telegraphing yet again with the twin katana's pointed straight at the giant creature's chest. The adamantium would drive right through his scales, whatever they were made of. Of course it was just a very well executed bluff. One of Deadpool's many advantages: endure a little pain to produce a convincing tell. The majority of the damage he took in combat was planned ahead of time, aimed at gaining an edge in some way or another. Even his shit talking was just a distraction. <em>"Actually I do it cause it's really fun."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Way to shoot down your own compliment. Our previous dialogue made us look pretty stupid, trying to save some face here..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wilson rolled forward diagonally at the last second towards one of the creature's massive forearms and slashed out with both blades as he went by, hoping to sever it clean. Even if he scored a deep gash, the payoff would be worth it. His roll carried him out under the side of the creature and he popped back up into a ready stance - slightly too far forward to be in reach of the creature's tail, and yet far enough back that it would have to expose all three of it's necks and chest badly to curl back around to snap at him again. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"You want pain? I can give you some fucking pain!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was entirely possible that overhearing Stark as his speech rose to an emotional peak was inspiring Deadpool to join the Resistance against Apocalypse and his forces... but then again he was probably just listening to himself think and not really giving two shits about whatever-the-fuck Tony was saying over the comm device. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"We're a fucking bad-ass for that paragraph. I feel like James Dean, except without the greasy hair... and cigarettes, and black leather jacket, and too-tight jeans... Well... uh. You get the point!"</em><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:06:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Vision</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Deadpool, Invisible Woman, She-Hulk</span><br></span></span><hr><br>Acute hearing brings the main head around as a pained cry is heard. It looks curiously at the blond haired woman and the others are forgotten, the head quits blowing the fire even as its mouth is clamped shut by the green skinned woman. The head moves of it own though jerking up and thrashing about trying to get the annoying creature off of it. The main head just watches Sue for the moment, before her posture triggers something from the depths of Myths mind. The head that She-Hulk is grappling stops in the air and then just detaches and drops from the neck falling to the ground. The form rapidly regresses back into Myth's human form, the unexpected shifting causing the danger of Deadpool's blades to pass by as Myths location shifts.<br><br>Dropping down to his knee's ice blue eyes stay fixated on Sue, but not seeing her as the blond woman she is... Rather they see wavy brown hair and looks of a different person. He lets out an anguished cry that sounds haunting on the wind and brings his head down smashing it into the ground before him. Glancing back up he cries out, <strong>"Christine!"</strong><br><br>His attention then snaps as four armored forms enter the clearing... The earlier lapse is forgotten as the new people bring him back to the fold. Myth's eyes narrow as he counts the new people, <strong>"Four? Where is our glorious leader? Probably wanting to make an entrance...."</strong><br><br>Of the four newcomers only one appears to be female who rushes with a another member towards Myth. The male soldier with her jeers at Myth, <strong>"You're in trouble Myth... You weren't supposed to engage them without us. Mary says that your punishment is to watch us take them out and cart them to the Master.... Don't worry though I'm sure we'll be able to do what you couldn't faster..."</strong><br><br>Out of the two that are left one Asian looking mutant glances at Sue before raising a hand and bringing a bolt of lightning down from the sky aimed at her. The other rushes at Deadpool at blazing speed. It's not quite as fast as Quicksilver could manage, but still faster then most can manage. He speaks as he closes, <strong>"I'm the Streak swordman... My partner with the lightning is called T-Bolt... I might not be at my fastest, but I won't need top speed to take care of you...."</strong><br><br>The two that are left face off with She-Hulk, but doing so takes their focus away from Myth who stands there in quiet rage. His clothing and armor disappear again, while he makes another shift. These idiot's were not going to take his fight! His skin shifts to green scales as his legs snap together and lengthen into a long snake tail. His upper body makes a drastic shift as well as a pair of naked C cup breasts appear on the scaled form. The face turns female and looks like it could have been attractive at one point, but that would have been forgotten as a forked tongue flickers out and slitted eyes fix on the two interlopers. As for hair? The long brown hair comes alive as it changes into a mass of hissing green snakes. Myth's new feminine voice shrieks at the pair facing She-Hulk, <strong>"No! This is my fight! You are not worthy of such an honor!"</strong><br><br>The Gorgons gazes falls on the two as they look at Myth startled by the words spoken. Then their voices come as short lived screams while they turn to stone.... Moving with an almost inhuman speed Myth darts over to the new lawn ornaments and with a flick of a powerful tail shatters the male. The other statue the Gorgon takes her time with... Curling around the stone form before slowly crushing it with in her coils, <strong>"My fight!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 17:29:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Black-cat-68.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Felicia Hardy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Black cat<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Jungle, West of Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Felicia had successfully eluded Deadpool after their earlier meeting. She wasn’t sure if it had been luck or skill that had allowed her to escape, but escape she had. She had stayed well clear of the ruins nearby where she had met the strange foe and instead went off in the opposite direction. She had briefly stopped to delve into her ever dwindling food supply. It was no more than twenty&nbsp; minutes after she had set out again that she was alarmed by some ruckus. The sound of shouting voices and the familiar rumblings of battle were audible in the distance. Felicia moved into a sprint, artfully dodging all obstacles she encountered on the jungle floor. <br><br>Eventually she was presented with a rather strange sight. A woman and the strange man she and encountered earlier that day were battling superpowered soldiers. And then it got really absurd. Not far from them, she saw what appeared like a Medusa slithering closer to a muscular green woman. <strong>“Well looks like you stumbled onto quite the party, Felica.”</strong> She could go around of course, as far as she knew, none of the combatants had spotted her.&nbsp; But Tony Stark’s message had brought her focus back. She had to do more than simply endure and survive, it was her duty to try and make a difference in the fight. <br><br>Even though her former assailant was one of their victims, Felicia felt that the soldiers posed more of threat. She emerged from her concealment and headed straight towards the one who was attacking the solitary woman. She approached the soldier from behind and aimed a kick at his upper leg, in the hope that it would make the man lose his balance, if only for a moment. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 21:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/SS002A.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Sue Storm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Invisible Woman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> She-Hulk, Deadpool, Myth, Black Cat<br></span></span><hr>Sue grits her teeth as the fire continues to rain down on her. She can hear Jen’s words, but they don’t really register with her. She’s more focused on just keeping her shield up. She knows if she wavers in the least, she’ll be toasted. Literally. But then just as suddenly as it began, the fire stopped. A moment or two after the fiery barrage ends, her force field dissipates. She lowers her arms slowly, remaining on one knee to regain a little of her energy. She knows this fight isn’t over. <br><br>She knows she should focus on the backup she knows is coming.. but she finds herself suddenly fixated on Myth as he stares at her. But the look in his eyes, it’s isn’t the gaze of a predator. It’s something else completely.. it’s a look she recognizes, she thinks. She actually jumps a little when he cries out the woman’s name… Christine. Slowly she pushes herself to her feet as she catches her breath, and she takes a step back. Her big blue eyes now fall on the others as they enter the clearing, the armored force she had been expecting to show. She was right, they are all together. And hunt in packs. You hate when&nbsp; you’re right about some things. <br><br>Now Sue starts to think that this whole situation isn’t what they had first thought. She’s not so sure that everyone here is the enemy. And as the soldier insults Myth, she’s sure of it. She glances to Jen and starts forward, her hands in fists at her sides. The small group seems to pair off… one of the men seems to watch her, and then he raises his hand. Now generally, that means something bad is about to happen to you. Sue has no idea who this jerk is, or his powers (though it’s going to be very apparent here in a second). So given that, her usual and best defense is a globe formed around her body. So that way, no matter what direction the attack comes from or what kind of attack it is, she has some kind of defense. Her mind projects an invisible globe around her body, and just in time. Not the blink of an eye later, and a bolt of lightning slams down towards her. <br><br>She grunts with the impact, the lightning being dissipated around the globe and then into the ground. Well that was way to close. She glares at him as the force field around her body ceases to be, and she formulates a plan. But… someone else acts and her plan doesn’t seem to make a difference. Black Cat seems to come out of nowhere, causing Sue to gasp with surprise. As she kicks T-Bolt from behind, Sue’s hand thrusts forward towards him. As she moves, a basketball sized force field comes into existence just in front of T-Bolt. With her motions, the force field rams towards T-Bolt’s face, intending to act as a good punch. Like the punch an MMA fighter would give. She doesn’t know who the white haired woman is, but she’s thankful she was there. <br><br>She nods to the woman with obvious gratitude, and as Myth tears into the other soldiers Sue calls out.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Jen! We have to get out of here! This is our chance!”&nbsp; &nbsp;She looks to Felicia as she continues&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Come with us. It’s not safe out here!”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze then turns to Myth…. And she nearly offers for him to come with them. She moves closer to Jen, but her gaze remains upon Myth. <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demi</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 05:05:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y173/SettyJenesequah/RP/SheHulkAvi.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jennifer Walters<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She-Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Still the same clearing in the Amazon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool, Invisible Woman, Myth, Black Cat<br><br></span></span><hr><br>She-Hulk was completely occupied maintaining her grip on the now-wiggling dragon head. Luckily, it had ceased fire just before she’d managed to get a hold of it, but it was still a tricky creature to hang onto while thrashing back and forth. Her arms tightened around the snout, talon-like fingernails digging into the scales to anchor herself.<br><br>Then she was falling, the head having broken off. Her feet hit the ground with a slight tremor, arms releasing the head as she bent her knees in preparation of whatever was coming next. Seeing the dragon disappear and the man resume his normal shape, Jennifer stood a little straighter, an eyebrow quirking curiously as the mutant dropped to his knees, seemingly completely fixated on Sue. The name he cried out only spurred Jennifer’s curiosity, her rage slowly subsiding as she realized that their current fight seemed to be paused for the time being. Or so she thought.<br><br>Four others entered the clearing then, She-Hulk allowing herself to return to the readied stance, fists clenched and at her sides for whatever the newcomers dared to send her way. Of course, the first attack was sent toward Sue, which only further agitated the green beauty, her eyes narrowing as her brows furrowed to openly display her swiftly-rising temper. The second took off toward Deadpool, unnecessarily announcing himself and the lightning-wielder. The other two would have one Hell of a fight, She-Hulk adjusting her stance to easily dodge out of the way of whatever attack they saw fit to toss her direction.<br><br>She never got a chance. Out of the corner of her eye, she was vaguely aware of the birdman changing into another shape, but she couldn’t warrant more attention on him than absolutely necessary with two enemies standing directly before her. Before they bothered to attack her, they turned to look at the shifting man—now a woman—and were painfully transformed into stone. She-Hulk was beginning to hate their odds by this point, her eyes flicking to land on Sue as the smaller woman called out her name.<br><br>She-Hulk’s attention shifted to Deadpool and his new assailant, then to the green snake-like body of Myth (refusing to look at the creature’s face) before returning to the Invisible Woman and the woman in black—an entrance she’d clearly missed while focusing on her two would-have-been opponents. She might not trust Deadpool, but if she left with Sue, he would be stranded to face whatever was coming next all by himself. With a sigh, she shook her head, green eyes shifting to land on the concerned face of her friend. “You two go on. I’m not leaving him here alone,” she jerked her head in Deadpool’s direction to show them who she meant. “Besides, I think this is our best chance to learn what we can about our opponents.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 22:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i54.tinypic.com/2mg5fz4.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool™<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Panzy-ass Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rumble in the Jungle<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jen, Sue, Myth, Sexier-Catwoman, NPCs<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade watched as a big round cartoon dialogue bubble popped up in front of his face exclaiming 'WHOOSH' as his swords missed and hit nothing but air... wait. That's not a Batman Comics only thing is it? Anways... Myth's transformation was unexpected and Deadpool spun around to see the man back in his human-like form. Wilson's mask crinkled as he narrowed his eyes, now starting to get a bit irritated that his most impressive-looking attacks were getting dodged left and right. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Before he had the chance to make a smart ass comment the party was crashed by a handful of new allies, I mean... <em>enemies.</em> Had Deadpool not already grown to frustration, this probably would have been the point at which he'd quickly jumped back over to the bigger team - but he'd had enough of this shit. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He watched as the "Streak Swordsman" came his way, announcing both himself and his partner as if they were proper villains that deserved any respect. Deadpool had a quick flashback of a drunken memory when he too had once been a Streak Swordsman - but that was a story for another day. He changed weapons yet again, by sheathing his Katanas and redrawing his two pistols. <strong>"Actually it doesn't matter how fast you are."</strong> Wilson began laughing as he quickly slapped a long cartridge in each pistol and clicked over the select-fire switch to auto. Machine pistols are all the new rage they say. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Little newbie-ass bitch. Who the fuck does he think he's messing with? </em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He brought one pistol-wielding hand to his utility belt and rested his thumb on the 'I-hope-your-faster-then-Goku-BITCH' button before raising up his other to start squeezing the trigger. Deadpool looked slightly up and off to his left as the first round left the chamber and then started spamming his teleportation like a seven year-old kicking his dad's ass at Tekken. With each rapid depression he poofed up and away, all-the-while trying to keep his firing arm oriented towards the Streak Swordsman during every flashing appearance. A haze of purplish smoke practically formed a globe around the swordsman as rounds came zipping in from every conceivable direction.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After his cartridge was empty (which only took a handful of seconds) Wade came to a stop right where he'd originally been standing. He brought up his other, fully loaded pistol and aimed inside the quickly dissipating cloud and held down the trigger to fire off another stream of bullets just for good measure. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>If the cunt somehow managed to survive that, then we'll show him a thing or two about</em> real <em>swordsmanship!</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He tossed his pistols aside and drew out his Katanas again. <strong>"Bring it on, asshole."</strong> he said, most likely to a bullet-riddled corpse. Part of him kind of hoped the bastard had lived. He'd love to show this little Apocalypse noob a thing or two about handling a blade. He doubted Apoc would have equipped this canon-fodder with adamantium or any metal that would match the steel of his own.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade could hear Jen and Sue argueing off to the side, as well as a new ally that entered the fray - the woman he'd encountered earlier. <strong>Uh oh...</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Yeah, she might have a thing or two to say about who's side we're</em> actually <em>on...</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Fuck it. Jolly Green Sex Machine seems like she'll back us up, no worries Wadey.</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He concentrated back on his opponent - who indeed had taken several bullets during the instant-transmission-shooting-spree. The Streak Swordsman was barely able to keep himself upright - let alone zip around and back-up his claims. <strong>"Hah... figures. Maybe Apocalypse shouldn't have decimated Xaviers school for try-hards. You probably could have used a lesson or two."</strong> With a smooth and steady gate Deadpool walked right up to the Streak Swordman as the fool weakly brought his own blade to bear. Deadpool swung hard and fast with both Katana's.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;To his credit - the opponent managed to get the blade up in front of Deadpool's attack... But Wilson had guessed right - the young mutant's swords were regular steel and Wade's adamantium blades went clean through both the opposing blade and the man's torso. He fell to the ground in three bloodied pieces. <strong>"Too bad that Serum didn't give you an epic-rate healing factor."</strong> He then spun his head around to the sound of a loud crack as Myth - now a fucking Gorgon - smashed and crushed two of the new villains to pebbly pieces. Sue and Sexycat had apparently taken advantage over T-flava-flave-Bolt... but the earlier mention of a "Mary" had Deadpool wondering if this fight was anywhere <em>near</em> over.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 04:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Myth</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Vision</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jungle, Buenos Aires</span><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Black Cat, Deadpool, Invisible Woman, She-Hulk</span><br></span></span><hr><br>Suddenly as fast as everything started the fight ground to a halt in a barrage of gunfire and dicing katana's. Myth's form slowly shifts back to his original form as his clothes and armor reappear on his form. His eyes glance around as he isn't even breathing hard, might have something to do with his mutation, but who knows at this point? Seemingly slightly confused Ragnar looks over at Sue as it appears that she might want to say something to him, but what it was never comes as the emerald skinned woman says something about staying and learning about their opponents. This only takes on a side track as he finally notices the newcomer with her white hair. <br><br>Sadly at that moment the mind controlling agent takes Myth back over and he starts to turn towards the hero's as his face pulls into a scowl. Although what happens next takes everything into a whole new perspective. A new feminine voice breaks the silence as a woman appears from the tree line....<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/Typhoid_mary.jpg)</div><br>She is wearing pants that are unbuttoned and unzipped missing the left leg. A black leather jacket adorns her upper body and not much else since the halter does nothing to cover her up. As she walks the motion of her body and any slight breeze kicks up either side of the jacket to expose a breast and a nipple. Her face is half painted white and red hair falls down about her. Seeing Deadpool she smiles, "<strong>Wade! It's been such a long time... Come give Typhoid Mary a kiss... On second thought no, you shouldn't. You've been a bad boy. I thought I was lucky to come across Myth in this stinking place, but now you? You do know that Myth here was on his own little mission, so I probably wouldn't be on my own against all of you. Though with recent development's I suspect that his loyalty might not be with us anymore..."</strong><br><br>Walking along the tree line Mary draws a single katana, but in her right hand is housed something different that couldn't be seen at the moment. Looking at Myth this time she pouts,<strong>"It's a shame really.... Myth here was really good...Better than Daredevil even and with the serum he is quite a handful in a fight, wouldn't you all agree? I do know all about his mission here as well. Apocalypse sent him to check on Wades progress... And to clean up any sites that needed it before Daddy dearest came to do his thing, but Wadey here has been slacking. Now I don't even have Myth to keep me company at night anymore..."</strong> Turning she slowly looks over the three women and smirks, <strong>"Not that I'm worried though... You three probably aren't even his type, he likes em with darker hair probably reminds him of the Italian bitch that he kept trying to protect when we forced the serum on them. It was oh so sweet the girl crying out Ragnar! Even as she died in his arms..."</strong><br><br>It was that comment that opens the flood gates and whatever mind control that is left is broken as Ragnar comes to himself again. His eyes turn to ice as he regards Typhoid Mary and his words come in a growl, <strong>"You were the one that forced that on me and my Christine... I will see you all dead for that. I swear on Tyr's blade that you will all pay..."</strong><br><br>Mary laughs and with a wink in his direction she holds up a gem, <strong>"I will get you back dear... We had so much fun... Though I need more troops now so don't you all wander off too far. I'll be back with them after I report Wade's failure to Apocalypse. I suppose it will save some money although Daddy will be sad to have lost you... Imagine what you might have been like as a Horseman? Oh well... Ta-ta for now!"</strong> With that the gem in her hand glows and she disappears from sight.<br><br>Now the clearing is quiet for the moment as Ragnar looks over the people gathered. The unconscious form catches his eye and even though the man can't fight back, it will be a suitable start for Ragnar's vengeance. Walking over to him he kneels over the motionless form and after a moment triggers the device that undoes the armor. It might be handy for later on... Quickly stripping the armor from the mutants body Ragnar silently looks at him a moment before pulling a K-Bar fighting knife and slashing the mutants throat. Standing back up he makes his way over to the others as his armor disappears and he rolls up a sleeve. Not even looking at the gathered people Myth picks out a spot on his forearm and using the same knife he carves a rune into his skin. Honestly he would prefer a tattoo needle, but this would have to do for now.<br><br>Only then does he look up at the gathered people his gaze cold as ice, <strong>"Now... Who the hell are all of you? Wade don't even bother speaking... I owe you a punch in the mouth after that last job. You might have beat me to the target, but you could have at least stayed and helped me clean up. I had to fight my way out... I might consider looking the other way this time if you get me a decent beer. I have planning to do..."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 11:17:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/5/58550/1918376-deadpool_42_by_dave_johnson.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade Wilson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Deadpool™<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Panzy-ass Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rumble in the Jungle<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jen, Sue, Myth, Leather-Tits x2, NPCs<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wade watched Myth finish his work and then witnessed Typhoid Mary enter their friendly little jungle arena of death. She was a bitch... correction she IS a bitch. Also dressed like a slut. The multiple personalities don't help her fit in either. He both lusted and loathed her for it. He'd have been full-on twitterpated, until she opened her mouth. Talking like she was the main attraction and everyone wanted tickets. Instead of interrupting her outright he just waited and listened to her blahdy-blah-blah like everyone else. Part of him wondered how the women would handle the news of him working a job for Apocalypse... but the rest of him didn't give a fuck.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So he waited, and waited, and waited for her to shut that stupid mouth, but before he could get in a response she disappeared... and now he knew to exactly where. His mind had fully regenerated and so had the complete memory of all his recent events, including his failed Tarzanian swing. <em>"We'll have to try that one again someday. Practice makes perfect."</em> He put one hand to his head to try and rub away the tickling sensation he could feel beneath his skull as his healing factor finshed up and began packing up shop.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He turned to regard Jen and Sue, but before he could he was cut off by Myth's complaining. Like a little child. Where was his professionalism? He just laughed in response, and also at the absurdity of his situation. It felt eerily similar to Deadpool issue #5, except it was before the first page of art - before the cover even. Maybe issue #4 is a better fit? Anyways... the point is, it's decision making time. <em>"We can teleport back to Apocalypse and kill that bitch before she tells him - or we can join with</em> these <em>people..."</em> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Apocalypse is going to shit a flying saucer either way. Might as well say fuck-it. He'll probably kill that Typhoid cunt for failing to keep Myth under reigns - since he has so much 'potential'. So there's really no point in going that direction."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"True. God damn you're persuasive. So we're joining 'the Resistance' then?"</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"No, they'll never truly trust us; but we have to at least pretend for now.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Deadpool's inner monologue finally comes to a stop as he realize others are waiting for a response. He speaks audibly this time, in Myth's direction, <strong>"I didn't know you needed a babysitter. Are you sure you're old enough to drink?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Look, all joking aside - I did what I had to do, as always; and you'll have to get used to that, because it looks like we're stuck together for now. There ain't no planning YOU can do that's going to give you any shot at the vengeance you seek. This battle's way bigger than any of us. Why the fuck do you think I was running errands for alien Hitler? If we don't stick together we're all as good as dead - and I don't like dying -"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"It's not so much the dying... it's the lack of dying despite complete physical devastation part that sucks..."</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Touche. Now quit interrupting me."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"And I'm fucking sick of this damn jungle, so if we're going to argue about this we're going to do it elsewhere. I've got a safehouse that's hopefully still standing in New York. Take it or leave it."</strong> He reached down and put one hand on his belt and the teleportation device that was seated there. He held out his other, offering to everyone present. <strong>"Clock's ticking."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Normally Wade could only use the device to hop short line-of-sight distances, but he did have a few long-distance coordinates programmed in that he could pop away to when needed. Unfortunately it drained this shit out of his power-supply, which would need swapped out, especially if he was toting back luggage. One of Wilson's personalities hoped that everyone declined except She-Hulk, and the two could go back and get better 'aquainted' in private - that was the personality inside the front of his pants of course. Maybe it was Typhoid Mary's slutty attire that had sparked the inclination; or maybe it was just the current male-to-female ratio he was enjoying. Who knows?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Ooo pick me. Pick me! I know!"</em><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 23:32:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; N/A As of this moment<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Ciera sat on the edge of the bed, in the Serum camp. It was more like a cot, but she didn't care. Her dark eyes focused on the walls, and she felt the pulsing change in her body. She had watched them, screaming and writhing, as they all died. She had watched the light of life trickle from her brothers body. Her twin, her twin brother, the other half of her soul. All of them had been ripped away from her. At first, she was thankful, due to whatever nasty thing was in the serum. But then the dreams had started. The pulsing dreams, full of power and crows. The dreams that drew her from the darkness, the darkness that the serum had thrown her into. She tasted the bitter vile twist, of the bile that she wanted to spit. The taste of anger, revenge, the darkness she wanted to sweep across those that had done this to her. <br><br><br>Her eyes closed, as she pulled her leg up to her chest. Her back against the wall of the 'cell' she was in, and her eyes closing as she remembered. She let herself get lost in the past, as she remembered. <br><br><br><em>They were screaming, she could hear them screaming. She had screwed her eyes shut, despite the people trying to make her watch. She could hear the children screaming, her family screaming. The high pitched sounds of children in pain, the deep sobs of men being torn to pieces, the women screeching and wailing. It sounded like banshees, the sound of the dead and dying. Slowly her eyes opened, as she heard someone whisper at her. They were coming towards her now, her and her twin. They had been restrained, for proper injection. The entirety of her clan had fought tooth and nail, and had not gone down without a fight. <br><br>She had watched her family, torn to pieces. Physically, mentally, genetically. They had twisted and deformed, with each injection. Their bodies incapable of handling the process, whatever was in the Serum. She hadn't seen everyone, but she had seen those who mattered most. She didn't know if some people survived, or not. All she knew was that those she loved, were dying. She the Maiden if her circle, was unable to do anything to help them. She was restrained, and she felt her twins fingers tangle with her own. They had reached across the gap of their chairs, to hold each others hands. <br><br>She stared into his eyes, as they slid the needle into her arm. As the injection began. She watched them do the same to him. She held her breath, as she watched the pain flitter across his face. She released it the moment the mind searing pain ripped through her body. It felt like something had been ripped from the deepest recesses of her being. She heard it again, the screams of the dead and dying. She clenched her teeth, biting her lip, she tasted blood. She finally released an unearthly scream, as she felt her body jerk with the pain. <br><br>Still, even with all this happening, she kept her eyes on her twin. She watched the pain rip him apart, his mind breaking, and the light leaving him. She dropped his hand, as soon as that happened. Knowing he was no longer in his earthen form. She blacked out then, as the pain ripped her to pieces. <br></em><br><br><br>Ciera clutched her head, as she rocked back and forth on her 'bed'. She wore the tattered remains of the clothing from her vacation. A tshirt, and her jean shorts, her sneakers were long gone. She was barefoot now, but perhaps that was better given the heat of this place. She was covered in insect bites, from earlier in the vacation. She was mentally drenched in the agony, the wounds, the memories. She had not cried, not since before the Serum had been injected. She could not cry, would not allow herself to cry. She felt the vice of anger and vengeance, burning like a brand across her mind and heart. Dark hair cascaded around her, twisted and clumped from not being washed. She didn't care, she just wanted her family back. <br><br>She looked wild, and almost inhuman for a moment, as she looked up at the wall. There was no one in her cell, but there deep inside her... something waited. Her palm slid down, pressing against the marking over her lower stomach. The mark of the Goddess Morrigan (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/325/6/8/a_Spin_on_an_old_raven_Tatt_by_Dawbun.jpg), her touch had brought Ciera back to life. The woman's dark eyes closed, as she let her mind drift away, drawing on a more recent memory. <br><br><em>She was dreaming, she knew she was dreaming. She had the same nightmare for three nights in a row, the nightmare of her family being torn to pieces by whoever had done this to them. It started out wonderful, they were on vacation, but ended in Ciera screaming. Even in her dream state, she knew this was not something she wanted to remember constantly. But something had changed, this time. The dream seemed different, she hear the cry of crows... She turned in her dream, as the scene changed to an old battlefield. <br><br>She could feel the weight of armor on her body, the feeling of leather hugging her form. She felt the heaviness of a blade in her hand. There was a cool breeze, and she felt it sweep across her body. It made the sticky heat of her armor vanish, and made her feel... calm. She didn't know what had brought her dream to this point, but she was glad for a change in something. Then she heard it, the sound of wings, and then the sound of someone approaching. <br><br>She whirled around, facing whoever was approaching. What she saw was a savage beauty of a woman, a woman battle ready. There was a cloak of black fabric on the woman's shoulders, and that cloak had an edge of crow feathers. Ciera knew who she was instantly, dropping to one knee. "Goddess Morrigan, you do me honor." She whispered. <br><br><strong>"It is you who does me great honor. Ciera Baine, of the Morrigu line. Descendant of mine daughter."</strong> The voice whispered, even though the woman's lips did not move. <br><br>"What would you have of me!" Ciera pleaded, as she shook. She was startled as she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her armor melted away, and she was left standing nude as the day she was born. Slowly she stood up, as the woman bade her too. Ciera felt the press of the woman's hand, looking down to see what the woman was doing. She saw the woman's hand press over her womb, and she looked back up. "Am I do carry a warrior's child?" Ciera asked softly. <br><br><strong>"Perhaps someday, Warrior Maiden... but for now I need you to become Retribution. I want you to wreck havoc and revenge upon the one who so mercilessly destroyed a clan of my people."</strong> The woman said as she moved around Ciera, to stand behind her. Morrigan wrapped her arms around the young woman, and pressed both of her palms over the woman's womb. <strong>"You will carry my mark, and know freedom. The darkness of the Serum, will not effect you. You will be free to do as you will, as I will."</strong><br><br>Ciera went still in the dream, as she felt a searing pain race through her. It was nothing like what had happened with the serum, but still it burned. She looked down, and noticed the marking appearing over her center of life. The place where all life began, the cradle of life inside of a woman. "As you wish it, my Lady Morrigan." She said in a shaking voice. <br><br><strong>"I give you my knowledge, and my history. You will know what I know, and you will learn and use magics that have been gone for decades. Seek your vengeance, and seek your King Stag... Maiden... for you cannot become the Mother, till the right male appears."</strong> The goddess whispered, as she slipped away from her new warrior, her link to the mortal realm. <strong>"Reset the balance lost...or be lost yourself."</strong><br><br><br>And with that done, the dream shattered around her, Ciera woke in a cold sweat, to find the marking on her body. She had been changed, and she was changing. Things were different inside her... and on that night, she vowed her revenge.</em><br><br>Ciera let the memories slip away from her, as she felt the pulsing anger return. She jumped from her cot, even though she was hungry and in need of something to give her sustenance, she still moved better then she would have before. She slammed her fist into the wall, a scream leaving the woman as she continued to punch the wall. She didn't care about her own pain, or what was happening, she just wanted this to break free. "Damn this world! Damn these people!" She screamed, as she whirled around. She dropped to her knees, a position of prayer, raising her hands to the heavens... the heavens she could not see through the cell she was in. <br><br>"My gods! Do not abandon me! PLEASE!" She screamed, as she felt the rise of energy in her body, she reached out - pleaded, begged - with her energy. She felt the release of something, but she didn't know if it was a spell. "PLEASE! I do not care how it happens, but please get me out of this hell hole! Bring me someone, or take me from here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 19:22:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0a33374b876d11a83aaf488563aa5b65/tumblr_mikrxif13z1rm5ceao3_500.png)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Not fond of anyone right now<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br><span class="bbc_u">Cairo</span><br><br><em>To be so full of power and then emptied of it in the blink of an eye was, sadly, not an unfamiliar feeling. What made his head swim was the mystery of how it had happened without the hand of Odin lifted against him. There was someone else here now, someone besides himself and this strange enemy queen, who was suddenly demanding his attention.<br><br>Loki's black eyes sought the jackal in the shadows. No living person moved in the room, but the jackal beckoned his spirit from a flowing veil just behind the woman.<br><br>“Trickster, you don't remember me. How easily distracted you are by your ragged reality.”<br><br>“What are you, Midgardian dog? Why do you torment your betters?”<br><br>“Nai,” the jackal said softly. A needle pierced Loki's lip, dragging thread and stitches of darkness until the prodigal god was silenced. “Attend your lessons. You act like a wicked child and are treated as such. You forget your purpose. We would have you remember what it was to serve those who spoke your name with reverence. We would have you remember how to be a god in this realm.”<br><br>The Abyss began to swirl beneath them, its tendrils lapping at their feet. “Go serve the warrior queen, if you would regain your magic. She tells me that her daughter has need of your essence, immature as it is. Take your body and answer the call, forgetful one.” A gold-sandaled foot struck his chest and everything fell away, replaced by a flutter of feathers and a bone-rattling crunch as the unmistakable floor of a cell suddenly met Loki's face.</em><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Present location</span><br><br>Sprawled in a very undignified way, he brought his hand slowly to his mouth before he made any other moves. There was no thread, no scars. He rolled over and opened very green, very bloodshot eyes. A dirty little human met his gaze – all dark hair and pale skin – who positively stank of magic. Loki's eyes narrowed as he rose to a crouch in the tight space, brushing sand from his cheek. “Who are you, what are you, and where are we – in that order, if you please,” he whispered, as close to politeness as he had been in centuries. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 06:20:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; N/A As of this moment<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki<br></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>They say that true understanding comes, in the darkest of your hours. Ciera was starting to understand this saying, but she knew that the darkness had yet to truly fall. Ciera had seen several things, that she wished she could never live through again. But she knew that the dark was just beginning to fall, she had a lot ahead of her. A lot of hard choices, and they hadn't even begun yet. They weren't even as hard as the ones further down the road, that was all she knew - even though she didn't know why. Her mind pulsed, ached with knowledge. She felt the combat wanting to burst free through her skin, she felt the taste of copper in her mouth - a need to see her enemies writhing in agony. <br><br>Her hands clenched, her eyes closed, as she stayed crouched on the bottom of her cell. Then she felt something, a change - a shift - something changed. Her eyes snapped open, their dark depths seemed to pulse with something new. She felt a tingle flow across her, and then <em>he</em> was on the floor of her cell. Every part of her body was suddenly tingling, her pupils widened as she took in a deep breath through her nose. She could smell him, her senses making her feel strange in that moment. She was crouched, like some wild creature, on the floor. She perched there, and then slowly she stood with a fluid but primal grace. Like a caged beast, wearing the skin of a human. A wild creature that wanted freedom. <br><br>She stood over him, watching him. He was asking her questions, but she stared at him for a bit longer before turning her head towards the door of her cell. He asked questions, and she felt something twitch to life inside her. Magic wanting to burst free, her body aching for something she didn't understand. "I am Ciera Baine, I am... was... human. What I am now? I do not know. Where are we? Buenos Aires... At a Serum Camp, as I believe they are called." She whispered in a soft voice, it was a musical voice. She walked towards the door and put her hand on it. She felt something rising through her, a pulsing of understanding. Rituals, and spells spiraling into her mind, only a few. <br><br>"Now, it is your turn." She said as she turned to stare at him, with those dark as night eyes. She looked like a 'daughter' of the warrior queen. One many gods knew as 'The Morrigan'. She took a few steps towards him, and extended her hand. Though she was hungry, tired, and wanted a shower, she still offered hospitality. "Who are you, and what are you? Where you are, is obvious." She said as her head turned upwards she took in another breath. She felt it, the need to escape building. Her eyes opened again as she focused her attention fully on him. <br><br>"I wanna get the fuck out of here." She stated bluntly. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 02:59:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/21b72cbaf2728f032c3e5df235430dcf/tumblr_mlw0410Bvx1rkfiilo1_500.png)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Warming up to his cellmate<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br><br><em> "I am Ciera Baine, I am... was... human. What I am now? I do not know. Where are we? Buenos Aires... At a Serum Camp, as I believe they are called."</em><br><br>His mind raced as she spoke. Not human anymore. More than human. All the soldiers he'd met in Cairo had been more than human as well. Serum Camp? Serum... that made them more than what they had been, yet they were also enslaved to the world's new master. Was it this serum that had made him more than what he had been as well? Was this why his power had surged beyond what it had been, drawing the attention of Midgard's gods even as he had been compelled to obey the one who had given it...?<br><br>She held out her hand and he stared at it with knit brow. Power swirled around her; he could still feel it if not quite see it with his arcane vision on the wane. She wasn't so small after all. This was a woman grown and more... there was a warrior spirit here, wearing human shape.<br><br><em>"Who are you, and what are you?</em><br><br>"I am Loki and I am a god, you dull-" his lip spiked with pain at his hasty reply "-you darling creature." It was a feeble effort but his silver tongue was slow to recover. "In truth, I know not what I am now, either. Still, I am honored to meet you, Ciera Baine."<br><br><em>"I wanna get the fuck out of here."</em><br><br>"As do I."&nbsp; He reached out, touching but not taking her hand. His palm barely brushed hers as he straightened, stood, towered in small cell. "We must work together, then. These cells are made to hold a being with godlike powers. Let us see how they fare against two." There was an unaccustomed heat in his fingertips as Loki withdrew his hand, a sensation that made him want to touch her again. Midgardian, god, whatever she was - he was suddenly very aware of their proximity and convenient isolation. He took a step closer.<br><br>"You won the favor of your gods, Ciera. Do you know what abilities you have gained? Can you walk through the walls? Melt the steel? Can you solve the puzzle of the lock on this door? If not, then perhaps," he leaned towards the woman with a very wide smile, his gaze traveling downward, "we may attract the attention of a guard with our combined cries of ecstasy and... conquer all?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 23:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; N/A As of this moment<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><em>"I am Loki and I am a god, you dull-" his lip spiked with pain at his hasty reply "-you darling creature." It was a feeble effort but his silver tongue was slow to recover. "In truth, I know not what I am now, either. Still, I am honored to meet you, Ciera Baine."</em><br><br>Ciera resisted the urge to laugh, it seemed that some sort of Geis may be on this male. He had wanted to say something demeaning and condescending, but for some reason he seemed to rescind his comment and say something else entirely. Her eyes danced with mischief, a twinkle that seemed out of place in the eyes of someone who had been through so much recently. But she could not deny her nature, the way her heart ached for mischief and playful natures. It was just part of what she was now, and she had slowly come to accept that. Not that she could perform such things. <br><br>His hand did not take hers, but it did brush against her hand. His hand pressing against hers, as she waited patiently for him to make his decision. Her dark eyes watching his green ones, there seemed to be a bit of soul searching. But it wasn't a real 'soul search', it was the woman trying to judge what kind of person she was locked up with. She shivered, just barely, at the feeling of his hand against hers. He stood, towering over her by a bit of height. She was a woman of small stature, in comparison to him. But the size difference did not bother her, she was a warrior. He gave her his name, the name he was known by. A few flashes entered her mind, memories from her college years. <br><br><em>Loki, Norse God, Mischief and Trickery, brother of Thor, Son of Odin, Shape-shifter, Illusion caster... powerful magic... powerful blood... a God... </em> Her mind raced with these words, she almost missed when he began speaking again. She focused completely, as she heard his words flow through her. <br><br><em>"We must work together, then. These cells are made to hold a being with godlike powers. Let us see how they fare against two."</em><br><br>His hand slowly withdrew from her own, and she just barely curled her fingertips so that her fingers just barely locked against his for a moment before his hand slipped away from hers completely. She clenched her hand, then slowly released her muscles, enjoying the simple static sensation that had filled her. She had felt power, a power locked - or something like that. A power that seemed to call to her. Her mind was lost again, as her mind turned with possibilities. Memories of her dream, where Morrigan appeared. It was not yet time. <br><br>She looked back towards the door, the need to escape had reached an almost frenzied level inside of her body. But what he said next, really caught her attention. <br><br><em>"You won the favor of your gods, Ciera. Do you know what abilities you have gained? Can you walk through the walls? Melt the steel? Can you solve the puzzle of the lock on this door? If not, then perhaps," he leaned towards the woman with a very wide smile, his gaze traveling downward, "we may attract the attention of a guard with our combined cries of ecstasy and... conquer all?"</em><br><br>She had been ready to respond to his first bit, her mouth opening as she went to answer him, then he stepped closer to her and made her body feel like it was on fire. He probably realized what he was doing, but she wasn't used to such stark arousal. She wasn't used to feeling such <em>hunger</em>, she definitely wasn't used to the feelings of power and lust flowing from her own body. She didn't know how to react, but her mind clicked into 'safety-mode', as she leaned back away from him, stepping back and misjudging the distance in her cell. She ended up hitting the edge of her cot with her legs, and sitting. He was intimidating, but she was not going to let him lord over her! Oh hell no, she was used to males around her. She was used to seeing her brothers 'sexcapades', she would be no ones 'bitch'.<br><br>"Lord Loki, I would like to ask you something. Are you aware of the title of 'Maiden'. For that is what I am. I am 'The Maiden' of my circle." She said in as clear and as cool of a voice as she could. "I have something in mind, to release us from this place... but I will need your help... your energy... your essence." She said as calmly as she possibly could. Her body was racing with the arousal, and still she fought to keep her 'poker' face. She wasn't going to let him <em>see</em> the way he was effecting her. But because of her status as a maiden, because she hadn't really paid much attention to flirting - or innuendos - or anything like that... she was quite unaware at how her last words could be taken. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 18:51:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/21b72cbaf2728f032c3e5df235430dcf/tumblr_mlw0410Bvx1rkfiilo1_500.png)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Warming up to his cellmate<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br>The little wench backed away and landed hard on the cot, a rather amusing development. Loki’s lascivious smile didn’t waver as he followed her down, putting one knee on the cot to maintain the intimacy of their position, his face just above hers. He read the very positive response in her scent, in her heartbeat, but there was a jumble of conflict in her eyes. What had she been through? What were her powers? <br><br><em>“Lord Loki…”</em><br><br>His name was known to her and that at least was gratifying. Before he could be properly pleased with himself, she went on about being a Maiden. His eyebrow cocked at that; Ciera looked well past the age of girlish fancies. Was she a warrior maiden, then? As yet untouched by man, in spirit given only to battle? It stood to reason that was her purpose here and why her gods called her now.<br><br>“Oh, yes, I know the meaning of maidenhood. You are full of untapped… potential.” He lifted his hand to the side of her face, very gently smoothing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “But I see we are of a like mind in our escape plan: we must raise the power together. And that is hardly the work of a Maiden, is it? No,” his voice had lowered to the pitch of black velvet. “With all that has happened to this world, I agree that it is high time for you to accept your new role.”<br><br>His hand lowered and slid over her shoulder, caressing her deceptively frail form. Loki had the distinct impression he was playing with fire and he found that deeply exciting. The interfering spirits of the realm had obviously placed him here as a motivating factor for their “chosen one”. He had dallied with enough Valkyries to know that warrior women were as likely to beat a man senseless with their poleaxe as they were to accept a very long and satisfying fuck. Either act served to make them ready for battle, but the latter path was far and away the preferable one from his point of view.<br><br>“We shall begin, then,” he said, his fingers slipping languorously down her spine and his face tipping to hers, ready to kiss her pale lips. “Know that I long to give you my essence, Ciera.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 19:40:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; N/A As of this moment<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Ciera's heart was pounding in her throat, her mouth felt dry - it wasn't just the fact that she hadn't had proper sustenance in a bit. Images flashed through her mind again, images from the Rights she had seen. The tangled form of lovers, two people bound as one. The pulsing music, the grinding flesh, the slick sweat as two people joined in the 'Great Marriage'. It was not a marriage, as others would call now, it was a sacred right, performed by two beings. It was something that brought a fruitful harvest, and it was something that resonated back to the older days. Bound in marriage for a single night, the two lovers would use their energies to beseech the gods for a plentiful year. <br><br>He was before her, his face so near to her own. Though her clothes were in tattered remnants of their former 'glory' - they did their best to cover her bodies reaction. The fabric felt too constricting, as if this males presence alone evoked lost feelings and emotions. She flinched when he touched her, his hand pushing back a stand of her hair. She shivered at the feeling of his hand, but the fire was raging inside of her. He thought she was just a normal maiden, he didn't understand what she was trying to say. Surely the Norse had an equivalent? The greeks did, their vestal virgins. She had been about to reach up for his hand, respond to him, but then his hand slid lower. The caress of his voice, like black velvet sliding across freshly washed skin, making her inner flames fan higher. <br><br>This was arousal, this was what others felt on the ritual nights, this was what she had been denied - and continued to deny herself - every day since she first awakened as a woman. He caressed her, as if she was something precious - something delectable. She knew otherwise, that there were other females with more pleasing of forms. This was only a means to an end for him. His hand slid down her spin, her back arching in response as she grit her teeth to bite back a hiss of pleasure. He said those words, but there was a tinge of something inside of her. She didn't believe him, she didn't <em>want</em> to believe him. But her body wanted him, she wanted to wrap herself in the pleasure that their bodies could bring. <br><br>She wanted to feel the pulse of pleasure, she wanted to scream to the heavens in release. But like cold water - her desire was quenched as she remembered her purpose. Her hand came up slowly as she put her hand on his shoulder, pushing back against his shoulder with as much force as she could manage. "I am not <em>a</em> maiden, Lord Loki, I am <em>the</em> Maiden. It is not a word that states my state of being, but my title. I am not to lose my maidenhead, until The Great Marriage, the festival of Fertility, the awakening of a plentiful harvest. I have been in this state, since my maidenblood first began to flow. I was chosen, to abstain from sexual intercourse - till such a point as an appropriate male was chosen for me... whether by the gods or by my -" Her words choked at the end as the tears formed in her eyes. <br><br>She had spoken the words, so natural to her tongue. But when she got to the word <em>family</em> - the pain lanced her like a cold knife. "I was... chosen to abstain, and wait... to not perform full sexual intercourse, until the dully appointed time." She said as she tried to choke back the tears. She had cried enough, and she did not need to appear weak before this male. With that, her sexual desires seemed to turn to burning rage. "If you truly wish to assist me, share your essence with me, share your power... So that I may blast that damn door from it's hinges." She hissed as her hands now gripped his shoulders. Her dark eyes, which he could now see were not black - but a dark honeyed amber - locked on his face. <br><br>"Help me rip that door from it's hinges, and then bath in the blood of my enemies... Then... so long as it breaks not my code - I will give you something in return... for helping me accomplish such a task. Get me out of here... get me somewhere I can work stronger magics... and I will take you <em>wherever</em> you wish to go." She said as the steely band of focus and determination wrapped through her. Her arousal was still there, and if he wished to push - he could of course build a stronger different sort of magic... but <em>she</em> did not feel ready for such things.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 23:53:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/2f83da2fefdf39ecce7a8177bae8eb7e/tumblr_mm8rwhvp1j1rgwwjfo1_500.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Cooling off towards his cellmate<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br>He felt so close to his objective: something soothing to cool the fire in his blood, something pliable to salve his wounded pride. Then came the firm push and his back was to the wall and his teeth were bared. The girl was babbling about blood, harvest, and her chosen mate, as if any of that mattered now at the end of this world.<br><br>“You insolent little-” Loki got no further, not because of any spiritual reprimand but because Ciera stumbled on the memory of her family and looked ready to cry. He had heard and watched hundreds, perhaps thousands of humans crying in the past few days and felt nothing. He was removed from them and their individual tragedies, his interest fixed on the source of the carnage and the power it represented. That was what mattered, that was all that ever mattered, wasn't it?<br><br>Now he was face to face with a creature that was as close to his equal as could be found in Midgard – a human rising to meet a fallen god – and she was full of tears and it... hurt. The pain of her loss was obvious and raw and it spilled over onto him, tainting his selfish desires. Loki's eyes dropped and darted around the dirty space between them. Was this sympathy? For a human? His lip curled. <br><br><em>“If you truly wish to assist me, share your essence with me, share your power... So that I may blast that damn door from it's hinges." </em><br><br>Ciera held him by the shoulders and stared until he met her look of new-found fury with the ghost of a smile. This one was a quick study. True warriors cloaked their sorrows in anger, so they could be used.<br><br><em>"Then... so long as it breaks not my code - I will give you something in return... for helping me accomplish such a task." </em><br><br>His smile vanished. “Insolent little witch!” he spat, finishing his original curse. “Are we making deals in the dark? As if I couldn't take your innocence right now! I As if I cared about your precious code! Do not think to bribe me with empty promise.” He rose, slowly, standing on the razor's edge of his decision. “Here is my bargain. We will pool our abilities and destroy everything we must in order to break free from this squalid cell. Then we will leave this place for safer ground. And then, in exchange for my generosity, you will offer me your maidenhead... because it is a rare commodity and it is all I want from you.”<br><br>It was a blatant lie but it was all she deserved, having infecting him with pity. He put his back to her, spreading his hands against the door and pressing into the steel as he smothered his own need with carefully directed rage. Unlike Cairo, there was so much moisture in everything here – it made the process much easier.<br><br>“Not long ago, I had a disagreement with the All Father,” he began, feeling the frost gather beneath his fingers. “He saw fit to strip me of power and cast me out of Asgard. Again.” Points of ice formed, spread, shot between the molecules of metal. “But there were two talents he could not take from me because of what I am.” When he turned to look at the girl, his eyes were twin fires blazing in a face of Jotun blue, his rune scars glowing dimly in the cramped cell. “The bolts will freeze within the locks, become brittle. Use your warrior gifts to break them and rip the door away, Ciera. Use all of your pain and lust and anger. Now.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 21:22:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; N/A As of this moment<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Ciera wanted to slap him, how dare he call her such. She had her powers and strength, because she had followed her code. It was her dedication, her pure faith in her gods - that had brought her to this point. Even with the serum changing her, Morrigan had chosen Ciera because of the strength the woman had with her faith. Because of how dedicated Ciera was to the cause of her people. She growled low, when he insulted her - her eyes narrowing as she felt the dangerous energy rising within her. He spoke about making deals in the dark, claiming he could take her innocence at that very moment. He called her vows empty promises? Treated her as if she was nothing, how dare he. Her anger at this place, turned into a cold fury towards him. A coldness that made the deepest cold seem like a summers sun. He thought her just a simple warrior minded human? He treated her as if she was such a paltry thing. <br><br>But she smiled, almost viciously, after he finished the first part of his tirade. Even as he approached the door, and began his work. Slowly she stood, stepping up behind him. She watched the ice spread out, and leaned in towards his ear. He thought her just a simple maiden, but she had a few tricks of her own. "Lord Loki... You would not rape me... Torment... tease... perhaps even make my body flare to your will... but you would require my consent... because... rape... is not part of who you are. Rape is for the dull minded, for those who are nowhere near the level of intelligence and sharp wit - that you possess." She said with that nearly burning cold. <br><br>She didn't even respond to his deal, the fact that a god wanted her maidenhead. It caused a thrill through her. But she would not be treated like she was some twinkie to be taken and tossed a side after you got that first sweet bite. No, she was going to make him work for that - if he truly sought such a thing. She had duties to uphold. She watched the change overcome her, and she was struck with something close to awe. In her family, there was stories told of similar creatures - the Frost Giants, the Ice Giants... the great Fomorian menace which caused so many problems for the old gods to take Ireland and Scotland for the humans. But.... they also spoke of the greatest King of the Tuatha'De'Dannan - Bres. He was half formorian, and he was a beautiful King. But his mind was twisted, and his manners lacking. As beautiful as he was on the outside, he was corrupt to the core. <br><br>Ciera had never seen a creature such as this before, but she was struck by an odd sense of the beauty he held. She smiled softly at his words, regaining her focus. She pressed her hand to the door, drawing deep from her core the words that wanted to burst free. She gathered the energy, her eyes closing as she hummed softly. " Fuinneamh Bíge" She whispered, her voice lyrical and musical. But the pulse of energy that slammed out from her hand, was not gentle or musical in any way. The door blasted from the hinges, through their combined efforts. But the woman found herself panting as she pressed her hand against the door frame. The door had not wanted to move at first, it was like trying to slam her energy against an immovable object. But she had used her will, her rage, her lust... all of it to break that door from it's hinges. She looked down the halls, as the alarms started going off. <br><br>"Shall we, Lord Loki?" She said rather calmly as she snapped her hand out to her side. She gathered energy into her palm again, and then released a heavy breath. "Thoghairm Lann"She whispered, as the sword formed into her hand. It was wicked and sharp, and she could feel the beauty of it's weight in her hand. Her eyes closed, as she let herself get released into what it was to truly be what she was. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 19:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/24232d4e35d620c2b9671f5816b1209c/tumblr_mgxrn1LNaN1rujk88o1_500.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Saving his own nuts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr><em>"Lord Loki...&nbsp; rape... is not part of who you are. Rape is for the dull minded, for those who are nowhere near the level of intelligence and sharp wit - that you possess."</em><br><br>She came so close as she spoke, her words making the process of freezing metal far more difficult than it should have been. She was remarkably perceptive for a human; an irritating quality that made her even more desirable. If this sort of thing continued, he might find himself valuing her for reasons beyond simply wanting to break her body and wring every drop of magic from her soul.<br><br>"How do you know who I am?" he hissed, breath hanging like smoke from his blue lips. "If I am anything like your trickster of Midgardian legend, then my nature is not fixed. I may be a prince one moment and a monster the next. You'd do well to remember that."<br><br>He pushed all of his force, fractures spreading like a web through the brittle steel. When Ciera's power struck the weakened door, hinges and bolts screamed as they gave way. The metal fell like a clap of thunder, a most unwelcome sound, immediately followed by alarm bells ringing. The hallway beyond their cell was narrow and featureless, lit with dull red lights. It was impossible to determine whether they were above ground or below it, although the abundant moisture and cool air gave Loki the impression of being in a cave.<br><br><em>"Shall we, Lord Loki?"</em><br><br>"They know where you are, but I wager they do not know what you can do. Go to meet them," he advised, admiring the conjured sword in her hand. "While you fight, I will slip behind them. We must act quickly, before we are sealed inside this place. Most importantly - if you find any of their serum, take it.&nbsp; If my powers begin to fail before we escape... it will be needed."<br><br>It was costly, but time was of the essence. His rune scars faded, his ember eyes went dark, and the diminutive frost giant melted to an impossibly small shadow on the floor. Ice cold paws suddenly clung to Ciera's leg through tattered cloth, as Loki took care not to touch her bare skin so soon after being in Jotun form. A jet black squirrel - small, fast, unexpected - shot up to the woman's shoulder and waited, his silky tail curling around the back of her neck. He chittered something encouraging (or insulting, the odds were equal) as the sound of assembling enemy forces drew near.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 22:34:24</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Freedom - The Morrigan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp - Escaping<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>Ciera realized that she might be getting to him, but her mind was focused on something else entirely. She felt a bit drained from taking out the door, but a rush of adrenaline and battle magic rushed through her. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt the weight of the sword in her hand. She could hear his words, and only chuckled beneath her breath. "I'm a Druid." She said firmly as her eyes snapped open, dark depths seemed to have molded into a liquid amber color that bordered on golden. Her breath rushed from her as she fully gathered herself. There seemed to be something quite different in how this warrior acted. Loki was used to the Asgardian 'heroes' and their warriors. At least that was what Ciera could assume. <br><br><em>He's not used to fighting one of my daughters, or fighting beside them.</em> a chilling wind swept through the young woman's mind. She could hear the sound of crows, but it was only a sign that the goddess was with her. <em>He is not used to a warrior that uses intelligence, and magic... just as much as he. It would do good to damage his pride a bit. He would deserve it quite thoroughly. Who knows, might drive his desire... It is not uncommon for warriors to fuck each other after a hard battle. It might even be allowable via your 'guidelines'... there are more ways to kill a man - then there are to make love. That is saying a lot. You are MY fighter now, and you are of MY blood. I will not be angry with you, if you brake your vows of maidenhood. But the male must EARN it.</em> With those words, the presence was gone from Ciera's mind. <br><br>She felt the claws on her leg, looking down she noticed that he had shifted forms. She waited patiently for him to climb, as her temperature rose. She felt his weight on her shoulders, and his tail around her neck. Her eyes narrowed, and that was when she moved. She ran through the halls, blade flashing as she laid her blows out on any who came near. "Are you sure you want me to find some of the Serum? I remember being dragged down this hall a few times. I think the injection chambers are that way, they wouldn't want to take the serum far from there." She commented as her eyes narrowed. "Tug my right ear if you are sure, left if we can do without it." She commented, figuring out a method of communication while he was in that form. <br><br>She moved gracefully, twisting her blade when it was needed elsewhere, and continuing to move towards whatever she could find. "I may capture one of them, and demand the way out of here... might... spare their life... might... mind you."</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 15:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/24232d4e35d620c2b9671f5816b1209c/tumblr_mgxrn1LNaN1rujk88o1_500.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Saving his own nuts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr><br>It might have been excessively cruel, he mused, as his paws clenched the woman's right ear, to leave the&nbsp; initial charge up to her alone. On one hand, there was no doubt that she was now possessed by something – her goddess, echoes of druidic spirits, whatever it was – and imbued with power enough to take care of any guards tasked with keeping the peace in a holding pen. On the other, if she failed, a tiny black rodent was likely to be overlooked as it scuttled away from the fray.<br><br><em>Injection chambers</em>, Ciera had said. That was how the Great Power behind this apocalypse built an army out of enemies. The serum he had tasted was being forced into the blood of humans and they were transformed. Transformed and presumably enslaved, made faithful to the one behind it all. But in a few, it did not work as intended - Ciera was the proof. And on a god, well, the effects were far more unpredictable. Would it have a lasting effect if it was mixed with his blood? Would enough of it restore his full arcane abilities?<br><br>His vantage point allowed him to analyze the situation as they progressed. Her blade was swift, her blows precise. It was an unexpected pleasure to watch her work. She was every bit as gifted as a veteran shield maiden, perhaps even a Valkyrie. It warmed his heart to know this most useful of weapons was in his debt.<br><br>The guards, as anticipated, did not present the same level of danger as the mutated soldiers he'd encountered in the streets of Cairo. They had lesser gifts. Their shields or energy weapons or enhanced reflexes were not equal to Ciera's abilities. These were not the cream of the Great Power's crop but they did have the power of numbers on their side.<br><br>They progressed along hallways, up a stairwell, and finally burst through the doors of a primitive laboratory. The ones in white coats were not warriors of any kind; that much was obvious as they took one look at the armed and bloodied woman and rushed for the exits. But they would certainly know the way out of the compound. He gave another tug on Ciera's right ear to confirm the plan of capturing one before flinging his furry little body at a rack of glowing serum vials. Not a breath was wasted as Loki began whisking them into a plastic pouch lying on the counter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 20:37:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Freedom - The Morrigan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp - Escaping<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br><br>Ciera moved like a dancer through the ranks of the soldiers, bodies falling around her like leaves in the wind. Her body ached, and she sensed that she was injured. She pushed herself onward, even when she realized that she would need to get out sooner rather than later. She would need food, or something to boost her system soon. But she was keeping herself going on her sheer emotional energy. When they entered the lab, she saw the fleeing doctors. She had to resist her urge to slaughter them, they were the reason her family was dead. But they were allowed to live, for they were also the reason she was alive and able to do the things she was doing. She saw an opportunity and took that chance, while he was filling a bag with the vile liquid. <br><br>She took this chance to get one of the doctors. She threw her sword, the blade stabbing into the white coat and burying the blade several inches into the wall near the Doctor. A trapped creature doesn't think as easily, and it was the right more. The creature/man was pinned and Ciera moved. She looked like a demon almost, with the way she seemed to stalk her prey. She moved just before the man, in a manner that was unsettling. She used a burst of speed, and strength, as she slammed the man to the wall by his chest, her palm cupping his sternum. "Move and I rip your heart from your body." She said in a low tone. <br><br>"I'm going to ask you some simple questions, and if you answer me... and are true in your answers... you just might live through this night. But if you try to interfere, or lie to me - and trust me I will know if you lie to me - I will kill you on the spot and bath in the fountain of blood that will ensue from ripping out your heart." <br><br>This seemed like the perfect thing to say, because the man began blathering out details. Ciera released him, when she heard the truth in his words and then yanked her blade from the wall. "Go, and never let me see your face again, for if I do I will slay you for the harm you did to me and mine." She stated as she pointed the blade towards the exit. Then she turned towards Loki, and motioned with her hand. "Come on, we need to get going." </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 20:16:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/dfc8b74d137eff0510c45acfe81cafa7/tumblr_mnx9ig3sLF1rxj7yno1_500.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Not quite escaping<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br>If a squirrel could have smiled, he certainly would have. Ciera's warrior aspect was very appealing. Persuasive. He was faintly disappointed when the unfortunate lab worker blurted out everything they needed to know and was released for his efforts. She would be lovely, bathed in blood. <br><br>Alas, no time to daydream. He cleared the rack with his paws, judging vaguely that there must be enough serum in the pouch to turn a dozen humans. That ought to be enough for his experiment. <br><br><em> "Come on, we need to get going."</em><br><br>Her motion to him, as if he were a pet or a lackey, set his chisel teeth on edge; unfortunately, escapes were never optimal times to debate the matter of respect. Loki gathered the mouth of the pouch together, bit down hard, and began racing across the counter top. With enough momentum, he should be able to leap from the far end with the bag and land on Ciera's shoulder once more...<br><br>...&nbsp; But the concussive shell that removed the wall and half of the counter while he was still on it ruined his calculated plan. The force of the blast tossed his squirrel form across the room, driving him into the concrete block wall opposite. His concentration shattered and he landed on the floor in his normal shape, slumped at the furthest possible point from Ciera and the exit door. The serum vials scattered and burst around him with loud popping noises as they impacted.<br><br>A fresh wave of guards, obviously better-equipped, began to pour through the gap in between the two escapees, facing off against one or the other. Loki shook his head to ease the ringing in his ears. This was not the first time he had been grateful for his natural Asgardian resilience since ending up in this apocalyptic mess.<br><br>The first soldier on the scene pointed his weapon in Loki's direction and suddenly found the barrel filled with ice, ice that spread towards the stock like a living thing. His gloved fingers burned with cold and he dropped the rifle. The weapon shattered like glass on the laboratory floor. Another man lunged towards the fallen god, only to stumble back with a needle of ice protruding from his eye. Loki hadn't the strength to stand yet, but he would exact a great price before any mortal laid hands on him.<br><br>“Ciera, go!” he shouted over the din of the guards filling the room. He couldn't see her now but she had been close to the door and freedom. If they both fought, it gave the creatures more time to cut off their escape route. If she went now she had a better chance alone. He couldn't repress a sneer at the irony. Something had pulled him halfway across the wretched planet to rescue her and apparently that's what he would do in spite of his best attempts at self-preservation. That he should be reduced to a “diversion” ravaged his pride. The next two guards to advance on him paid for Loki's irritation by losing all their fingers to frostbite as orbs of ice engulfed their weapons and hands all at once.<br><br>He caught sight of the pouch that had held the serum vials, just out of reach to his left. Something remained inside it. He feigned to the right, dodging a disruptor blast, then rolled to the left and came up in a crouch, the plastic in his hand. Then he howled – a mad, piercing sound that filled the laboratory and echoed down the halls – calling as much attention to himself as possible. He followed it up by slamming his palm to the floor and forcing a sheet of ice to build and spread across the concrete, engulfing the spilled serum, glass, blood, and the boots of the guards to hold them still, if only for a moment.<br><br>If he must be a diversion, Loki would endeavor to make it memorable for everyone involved.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 21:49:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Freedom - The Morrigan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp - Escaping<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Ciera was poised, ready for the squirrel to make his landing. What she wasn't prepared for was that concussive shell going off. The air became filled with absolute chaos, in mere minutes. Loki was rather far away from the exit... and her. This would not do, damnit! This would not do at all. She was the sort of person who never left a comrade behind. Even with her ears ringing and her body aching, she wouldn't leave him behind. Then desperation flickered through her brain, her Gods had sent Loki to her. She was not going to abandon him! No, she couldn't do that. While the soldiers seemed distracted, and Loki seemed to be distracting them - she did something that might be considered very very stupid. <br><br>She gathered her energy, she could feel it crackling across her skin as she gathered all of it into a focal point. "Fuinneamh Bíge*" She let those words leave her lips. But instead of the concentrated blast it had been before - it was a pulse, a wave the slammed out from her feet. Since Loki was already on the ground, he would be safe from the pulse wave of energy that would slam into the soldiers and remove their ability to stand properly. It was like someone just slammed a pole into the back of their knees. Lucky for Loki, the soldiers in front of him absorbed almost all of the shockwave, leaving him with a sensation that would be akin to getting slapped with a large trout. <br><br>Her blade twisted now as she raced towards Loki and the soldiers. They were already distracted by the ice, and now by the feeling of getting knocked over by an unseen force. She let her blade fly, ending what lives she could find. She enjoyed the spurt and spray, the sudden feeling of flesh giving way to the sharp edge of her blade. When she finally got passed the men on the ground, she crouched next to Loki. She spread her free hand out, pressing the palm of it to his chest. A warm pulsing energy leaving her hand as she seemed to gather her energy again. "Tadhaill Cneasaithe**" She whispered softly, as her eyes opened and she stared straight up at Loki. A wave of healing energy would ripple through him, hopefully making him capable of getting up and getting out of there. "You're lucky I love you, damnit... or else I would have left your ass behind." She stated as she slapped his shoulder. <br><br>It was something that just slipped out of her mouth, something from years of having brothers. Her mind was stuck in the past, almost. It was just the easiest way she could say that she was glad that he was alright, and damnit don't do something that stupid again. <br><br>Slowly she stood up, snapping her blade out to the side - a few droplets of blood falling free. She took in a deep breath and looked back at him only for a moment. There was death all around them, and she seemed to thrive from it. Her eyes closed as she drew in a deeper breath, almost as if she was enjoying the smell of the blood around her. She really was 'Retribution'. <br><br>((*Energy Pulse - Sort of like Magic Missile, or in this instance a 'magic wave'. <br>** Healing Touch - Basically an insta heal that requires physical contact to perform. ))</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 01:48:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/dfc8b74d137eff0510c45acfe81cafa7/tumblr_mnx9ig3sLF1rxj7yno1_500.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong> Oh hell, who knows<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Serum Camp – finally escaping<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br>Foolish girl, she didn't heed him. Worse, she poured out power to crush the soldiers; the flickering edge of her magic knocked him back to his knees. When Loki looked up, teeth bared, he watched the blood fly in swaths from her blade. She killed them, many or most of them, just to cross the room and put her hand on his chest.<br><br>The warmth of her healing spell caused him to draw breath sharply. It was unexpected, unnecessary. Even as strength surged back into his limbs, his temper mounted. What madness possessed her now? She could have been free of the complex by now, had she gone out the door. <br><br>“Why-” he began slowly.<br><br><em>"You're lucky I love you, damnit... or else I would have left your ass behind." </em><br><br>“-are you MAD?!”&nbsp; he finished, appalled by her sudden turn to sentimental raving. He preferred her bloody threats to this misguided display of emotion, but there was no time for arguments. <br><br>“Fine. I'm fine,” Loki hissed, rising to his feet. He stuffed the serum pouch down the front of his leather vest, then willed a pair of ice blades into his hands. “Cut a path to the exit, out of this building. I will keep them lagging behind us. We'll go together. Now.”<br><br>Once more into the breach, into the halls with ringing alarms, they fought together to reach the metal-jacketed main doors of the serum facility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 21:26:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Freedom - The Morrigan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Serum Camp - Escaping/Outside world - Restaurant <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Ciera stood up, swaying for just a moment as she turned and then moved straight for the exit. There wasn't as much for them to deal with it seemed, as they reached the exit. The soldiers seemed to be falling back, most likely because they had never had a break out in the facility, not like this. She was glad that Loki was at her back, and had his own blades. She wasn't sure how much more magic she could muster, before she passed out. It wasn't hard reaching the escape path the scientist had spoke about, and Ciera was nearly bursting with joy when she found the service shaft she had been told about. She pushed the hatch open and climbed out into the light. It was day time, it was daytime and she could feel the sun on her face. <br><br>"Oh sweet Dannu..." She whispered as she dropped to her knees for a moment. Joy spreading across her face. She moved quickly though, as she stood back up, using all of her energy to keep herself going. She dispelled the sword, mostly because it was taking too much energy from her. She also wanted to move more quickly. "Looks like the Serum camp is under some sort of Night Club." She mused as she looked behind her. "You doing alright? Loki?" She asked calmly, there seemed to be absolutely no reason for her to be this calm, but she was. She just seemed different then the raging warrior who she had been not even moments before. She looked around, trying to get an idea of where she was. <br><br>"I... know where I am!" She said in surprise. The night club in question had been one her siblings and cousins had talked about the possibility of going to - while the family was on vacation here. "There should be a food shop down the road here... with luck there is still running water and electricity... I can make us some food using non-perishables!" She said as she started to run down the sidewalk, heading towards the place she was talking about. It seemed that luck was definitely on her side, and she was ecstatic to be free. Her eyes were alight with mirth, and she seemed like a different woman. Hungry, tired, energy depleted, but a different woman. She seemed happier than she had ever been, since the moment Loki had met her. <br><br>Though not much to be happy about, when you are in a place like that. <br><br>It didn't take her long to slide into the restaurant. "So you wanna check out the kitchens? See if I can make us some food?"</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 16:55:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/dfc8b74d137eff0510c45acfe81cafa7/tumblr_mnx9ig3sLF1rxj7yno1_500.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Loki<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>God of Mischief<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong> Parilla<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Buenos Aires<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Ciera<br></span></span><hr> <br>As they progressed towards their exit, Loki took advantage of his unexpected rejuvination. Still warm from Ciera's healing touch, he was able to draw on his innate powers more freely than&nbsp; should have been possible. Shifting his form was usually enough to drain him to the point of mortality - or so it felt - but now he was able to push his Jotun abilities to the limit.<br><br>Ciera cut down the threats that rose before them; Loki wreaked havoc with those that attempted to follow. Sheets of ice rose in crackling waves wherever his blades struck, grabbing boots and limbs, rooting them in place. Walls thickened with frost that burned to the touch and icicles dropped from the ceiling like jagged teeth to impale a few of the unluckiest camp guards.<br><br>Of course, It couldn't last forever.<br><br>The Asgardian was feeling the strain as they scuttled out of the service shaft like vermin into the sunlight. The area around them was oddly empty. Had this "serum camp" already served its purpose? Was the battle ended here?&nbsp; Of the millions of souls that had filled the city around them... were they all transformed? Deployed elsewhere in the realm?<br><br>How much time had passed since Cairo and the beginning of this apocalypse?<br><br><em>"You doing alright? Loki?"</em><br><br>"Hungry," he said bluntly. Ciera seemed rather light-hearted after their escape. if this was truly the first time she'd tasted her power, it was no wonder. Between that and the normal elation of being blood drunk after dispatching one's enemies in battle... he wouldn't be surprised if she started dancing on their skulls.<br><br>Luckily, food was also on her mind. She lead him down the broken and deserted streets to a tavern of some sort. They slipped in through the missing door and climbed over scattered tables and chairs in the front room. <em><br><br>&nbsp;"So you wanna check out the kitchens? See if I can make us some food?"</em><br><br>Loki's eyes narrowed. "What I want is meat and mead. I doubt we will find either." Driven by need, he moved to the kitchen anyway. The enclosed space was dark but the faintest hum of machinery indicated that something still functioned here. At the far side of the room was a steel door, cool to the touch. Loki wrenched the handle and opened the door, peering into some kind of cold storage pantry. Contrary to his initial predictions, the shelves inside were piled with meat- slabs of beef and pork wrapped in butcher paper, buckets of sausages and offal - all still frozen solid.<br><br>"Seldom have I been so relieved to be wrong." Loki sighed as he reached for a blood sausage. Solid as it was, he tore the casing with his teeth like a wolf and sucked the frozen mush. He threw himself onto a bench in the kitchen as he continued to gnaw the icy chunks of blood and meat. "There is food. Eat it."<br><br>He fixed Ciera with a steely glare. "Then you will tell me why you disobeyed me. Why you spent your power to save me. Healed me. And why - by all the gods - you said you loved me. Because none of that, warrior woman, makes any sense."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: BUENOS AIRES - South America</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 20:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Ciera Morrigan Baine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Retribution<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Freedom - The Morrigan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In a Kitchen making food<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Loki </span><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Ciera began moving around the kitchen like she was used to being in such places. Her hands started to find pots and pans, which she put into a sink. She started the water, to give all of the dishes a good scrubbing. She was hungry, but that last thing she needed to find out was whether or not she could get food poisoning. She was busy gathering things, and setting things up on the counter. It looked like she was preparing to make a feast, and she probably was. She didn't understand why she was so hungry. She went on search for flour and all sorts of things. She didn't know when she would have access to food again, so she was damn well preparing food that could travel. Bread, was something people often misunderstood. <br><br>She walked past him, as he began ripping into a sausage, grabbing some slabs of beef from the freezer. She came in and put them in their own sink of scalding hot water, hoping to quicken their defrost. That wasn't something you should do usually, but this was needed. She hummed, washing her hands and putting scrubbed down dishes out to dry. "I saw some Rum... over in the bar area, it's not mead... but it's made out of molasses... meads made from honey... so... should be sweet similarities..." Ciera said as she dried her hands off. She went and grabbed said bottle, as well as two shot glasses. She hummed as she poured herself a shot, and then motioned that he could have as much of the bottles as needed. <br><br>Ciera turned around and started to find other things in the cold storage. She managed to find cans of green vegetables, and she began to make a mixed vegetable mixture. She found some fruit cans, and also worked on a fruit salad from that. "We are both going to eat, all of this. God or not, we need to regenerate as much energy as possible..." Ciera said as she seemed to ignore his questions for the moment. She was thinking of how best to respond. She managed to find out that the gas stove was still working, and got that going, set on frying some sliced root vegetables, to make a good starch base. The dough would have to rise, but it would be ready by the time she was ready to go. <br><br>"Now... as to answer your questions..." Ciera said as she sat on the counter, spooning fruit cocktail into her mouth. "First of all... I would have done it for anyone who worked with me. I wasn't going to leave you behind to die, I was tempted... but my Gods brought you to me for a reason - that means I need you..." She said as she hopped down, putting a serving into a spare bowl, walking over to him and handing it to him. "Trust me... not as good as fresh fruit, but it'll be nice to have some fruit in your system... " She commented as she scrubbed her hands on her pants. Grimacing at the dirty feeling she had. Her next stop was finding a shock with clothing and a shower. <br><br>"As for why I said I loved you? It was a mistake... I was ... I was honestly thinking of my brothers... " She said as she looked to the side. "But I don't regret it, because that way of thinking is what got you out of there. The gods have plans, I can't say I know them... but they put us together for a reason..."</span></span>
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