EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York
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				Title: <strong>EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>10-09-2019, 13:20:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avengers Tower</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://i0.wp.com/mcuexchange.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/Avengers_Tower_AoU.png?resize=1152%2C759&amp;ssl=1)</div><br>The tower formerly known as Stark Tower and Avengers Tower is a high-rise building complex located in Manhattan, New York City. Constructed by Tony Stark, the tower was powered by an Arc Reactor that makes it capable of running itself for over a year. The top ten floors were originally all devoted to research and development. <br><br>Following the dissolution of S.H.I.E.L.D., Stark made the tower the main headquarters of the Avengers. However, after the Ultron Offensive, Stark refurbished an old Stark Industries warehouse upstate into the New Avengers Facility for the Avengers to use as their primary base while Avengers Tower was repurposed for Stark Industries' use. <br><br>Following the Superhuman Civil War, Stark sold the tower and had the valuable items and artefacts loaded onto a cargo plane for transport to the New Avengers Facility however Maria Hill and SHEILD purchased it under a sudo name.<br><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 06:36:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Firestar-Marvel-Comics-Warriors-Avengers-h2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The Roof to the skylounge.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Things are so quiet now; she's still not used to it. She knows, from the sirens and the excited whispering of rumours in the apartment&nbsp; building and around her in class, that things are rough out there, in that world she used to belong to. Angelica doesn't watch the news anymore, and she takes her mp3 player with her when she leaves her apartment. It's too much, and she knows enough to be glad of her choice; she doesn't need to know more, to be drawn back into it and have to choose again. She wrestles every day the back and forth of being a superhero....of being her....Firestar. But the worlds heroes were gone, The Avengers, the X-men, The Inhumans, The Fantastic Four. It has left a big hole and everywhere she goes in the city she sees&nbsp; anger in the citizens of New York. Angelica had been pretty much everything at one point ore another, she had been a Hellion under the thumb of Emma Frost at first. Then a New Warrior, A Avenger, a *Diva* (Don't ask), a Young Ally(REALLY dont ask) and more recently a X-man. But they were all gone and such a gap was present in their place. The Avengers and the X-men she knew personally and she couldn't get over they were....gone.<br><br>Angelica was a year and a half into remission which was nothing to sneeze at. She was a cancer survivor which was its own kinde of Superhero. She had close friends like Patsy, Moncia and Felicia all of whom told her she needed to be public about it, the poster girl. And although she may have been a Avenger for a hot minute she was also still a mutant and the world still hated mutants. Her friendship group was kinda broken and she was living in&nbsp; box room in the Village working as a waitress in a restraint. But tonight was her day off and she was just on her bed looking up at the ceiling. She got a text and her phone buzzed on the table next to her, she rolled over in her bed and saw it was just a message from a blocked number. The Avengers Logo popped up with a similar message she had received a few times before. "Angelica Jones, will you answer the call?" It was a rally cry. Maybe the Avenger's were back? Maybe the remaining Avengers on Earth wanted to form a new line up. Angelica rolled her eyes, she couldn't be a part of it. She had a job now and she was thinking of saving for a puppy (for company) She thought about it for a few moments before knowing exactly what she was going to do. She knew the phone would have a GPS so she decided what the hell and would go investigate. She suited up in her trademark red and yellow costume complete with Marvel Girl inspired mask. She took the phone and was out the window. It was ranining but her firepower kept her warm as she had in envelope her entire body. <br><br>She flew through the city and headed towards said destination. Avengers Tower, but she thought it was detested? Tony Stark sold it didn't he? Firestar however flew to the roof and flew down onto the landing pad. She walked towards the front entrance doors, they were locked, she pulled on them, again but harder. She rolled her eyes and used her microwave powers to burn down the lock so she could get inside. The whole place was deserted and derelict. Angelica looked around clutching the mobile phone in her right Hand. "H-Hello?" She called out rather naively. If this was a trap then she had potentially walked into it without thinking. Was she so sad and pathetic as a 24 year old washed up superhero she was willing to leap into an situation that presented itself? Angelica used her left hand as a torch holding up in the air given it was miserable outside and there was very little light coming from the once prestigious lounge area the Avengers had socialised in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 17:29:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Kitchens off of the skylounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>The call had come in days ago. Julie had been out of the country at that point of course and had missed it. For days. On returning she had found the messages turn up once she turned her phone back on. She wasn't overly fond of cell phones beyond their capacity to play music and had really very limited use for one for years while she was still completely blind so had never really aquired the habit of keeping one around. Some cryptic message about the Avengers? Yeah, great, so likely a trap. And an insistent one. Fabulous.<br><br>Still, how could she really resist a trap?<br><br>Julie had arrived at the tower in the normal way, up through the basement from the tunnels underneath the place. After all, if you knew the tunnels under the city as well as she did it made all the sense in the world to use them when attending an event that was most likely some kind of 'kill off all the remaining possible heroes' type deal. She had arrived and picked her way in past the various mechanical locks, the electronic security seemed to be currently disabled, and worked her way in, and then up, searching floor by floor, looking for signs of something, anyone, that was out of place. Her ability to 'scan' through walls and generally being very hard to detect at night with the darkness ability and all coming in exceptionally handy with all the lights off in the place.<br><br>The trap turned out to be very good indeed. There was no sign of it. Always deeply suspicious when they had hidden the trap so well that a human MRI couldn't find the damn thing. By the time Julie reached the top of the building she found everything more or less deserted, at least people wise, yet there was food in the fridge and most of the furniture was still in place. She decided to wait till the next evening to leave again as it was getting light outside, napping on one of the sofas for the morning before getting up and heading to the kitchen once she was up and around.<br><br>She had been sitting down at one of the counters with a rather bland can of ravioli in tomato sauce in one hand and a fork in the other contemplating the wisdom of having taken the descision to open the thing in the first place when she heard movement out in the lounge. Ah, the party was starting then? Trap time! Julie put the can down, dabbed at her face with a paper napkin, placed the fork on the napkin and stood to pad silently over to the door. There was someone out there alright, she could sense the figure stalking about in the lounge, and at the very extent of her 'scan' range pickup the burned out lock on one of the doors in from the roof. Someone female, not ferociously tall but certainly not short, attractive, a very nice figure, and there was something about them that Julie was sure she recognised but couldln't quite place. They were familiar though. She was sure there was a name there somewhere in the back of her head, but her brain was saying that this was a friend. Ah, classic trap. Show you someone you think you know.<br><br>Stepping out from the kitchen on silent feet despite the big heavy boots Julie padded into the room as Angelica had her back turned and sat down on one of the couches, waiting to be noticed. She was as ready as she was going to be for this trap. Might as well play along and find out what it was all about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-09-2019, 19:50:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> NYPD Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Parked out front Avengers Tower<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Intro.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Mid-day and the streets were packed. Every bus, taxi cab, and those too ignorant to navigate public transportation were on the road, beeping and blaring their horns at each other. If Blake hadn't needed his vehicle, then he would have utilized the many economical ways of getting around: walking, bus, or the metro. He had done it once, and then he received a call about a bank robbery, which forced him to have to quickly abandon the cafe he and his partner were at...that was right. So it hadn't been his idea after all.<br><br>She sat in the passenger seat. Her red hair was pulled back into a neat donut bun and freckles sprinkled her entire body. She always said that she had the most typical Irish look and name, Siobahn O'Shaughnessy "O'Shag" as everyone jokingly called her in the office. They also called her "Shaggy" and she hated it. Sadly, the typical American could not correctly pronounce her first or last name. She had lived with it her entire life.<br><br>The two officers were on lunch break. Siobahn had a greasy lunch bag of burger and fries, while Blake had a tupperware filled with a healthy salad and grilled chicken. While she was munching on a fry, she glanced over at Blake as he ate his meal that made her feel guilty. It was funny really. She giggled out of the blue and Blake's grey orbs flicked over to her.<br><br>"You would think a skinny bitch like me would be eating that salad. Instead, my fat ass is porking on burgers and fries," she joked.<br><br>Blake's attention returned to the street as he watched people and delivery men on mopeds, weaving through traffic like they had nothing to lose. He frowned. It was a pet-peeve of his but he never did anything about it. He couldn't stop them all. He only stopped the really crazy ones that nearly ran over pedestrians or got hit by a driver suddenly opening their door.<br><br>"You're not fat," Blake told her plainly.<br><br>"I was joking, but thank you for being honest at least I hope you were."<br><br>"I try to be."<br><br>"I was hoping you would get a burger with me. Doesn't a big guy like you need protein?"<br><br>"I always get my protein."<br><br>She held a crispy fry out to him, and she watched Blake's head tilt away as though she were holding kryptonite instead. "Want a fry? I know you want one?" Siobahn teased. "It's healthier than those donuts you eat in the morning."<br><br>Blake kept his cheek turned and growled, "I only eat one. Get that outta my face."<br><br>Siobahn retracted the fry and slid it into her mouth. "I don't know how you stand going to lunch with me when all you do is eat salads everyday. It's not like you need it."<br><br>"Salads aren't the only thing I meal prep."<br><br>There was a secret roster between her and the other girls at the office. Blake was ranked the highest out of all the other male officers for "would fuck" but not so much in "would date." He was beaten by Brad Temple. Temple was not only hot but had a great personality. But to Siobahn, he seemed absolutely fake and predictable unlike Campbell who could be strange at times and a mystery. Blake was also more dedicated to his job than Brad, which should not have been a bad thing since they were all "officers upholding the law," but some of her female coworkers found it to be a turn off. Ironically, when it came to partner assignments every female was hoping to get assigned to Blake because they trusted him more than Brad when it came to police work. When Siobahn got selected, she gave all those bitches the bird. Suck it! Her dream came true. Strange or not, he put up with her and didn't seem at all bothered.<br><br>Blake's phone vibrated in the cupholder and while munching a leaf of lettuce, he placed his fork in the container and reached down to pick it up. He thumbed in the passcode and then clicked on the text message. His chewing slowed and his eyes narrowed at the Avengers icon. The message from the unknown number read, <em>Will you answer the call?</em><br><br>Siobahn was studying Blake's expression as he stared at his phone. She was shamefully curious, and a little worried. Did he have Vickers's number? Or Harrison's? Did he have Harrison's number that slut!? Siobahn nibbled on a fry and asked, "Is everything okay? Who is it?"<br><br>Blake pocketed his phone and answered, "I don't know. It was unknown." He proceeded to close the lid and handed it to Siobahn. She placed it on the floor. "Isn't the old Avengers Tower abandoned?"<br><br>"Yeah. As far as I know."<br><br>Blake started up the car and flicked on the lights so they could get through the traffic. He drove over to the site of the old tower and pulled up to the sidewalk. Both officers stared at the inactive and lifeless building.<br><br>"Is someone vandalizing the place?" Siobahn asked.<br><br>"I don't know; the text didn't say, but if there's anybody in there, then they are trespassing and probably even breaking and entering."<br><br>Siobahn closed her eyes, sighed, and sat back in her seat. "Now I understand why you always take your car."
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 02:47:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br><strong>Time and Date:</strong> 9/10/2019 | Mid day<br><strong>Location:</strong> small loft in East Village --&gt; Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heeding the Call<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The soon to be Secret Avengers<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Manson's Third Day of a Seven Day Binge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdV1Zc_PFdg)<br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">I've got bullets, in the booth<br>Rather be your victim, than be with you<br>I got bullets, in the booth<br>Rather be your victim, than be with you</span></div><br><hr><br>She woke up in a place that wasn't hers, pressed between two disparate bodies, male and female, one dark the other light. She couldn't recall their names and had no idea how she had ended up in such a place. Too much weed? Too many drinks? She knew that blackouts happened, understood implicitly that she'd put herself into a stupor and then went beyond it, enough so that she needed the company. That had been par for the course thus far. Every morning, she would awaken somewhere new with people she didn't know and then she'd have to scramble away, like a bug from the light.<br><br>Gods but she missed the Institute. She missed her people.<br><br>Now, this wasn't all that she was but it was all that she wanted or at least that's what she told herself. Having been part of the Young X-Men before the old ones went off to fight and never came back meant that she wasn't team-oriented, not anymore. Maybe it was because she'd never really been a part of that team, had spent more time alone than with people. A spy did not require teammates. That is what she was. That is how Cyclops had trained her.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Don't Be Seen.<br>Don't Be Heard.<br>Get The Info.<br>Get Out.</span></div><br>With a shake of wild, dark curls Alisa slipped silently away, phasing easily through the bed before rolling to her left as she touched down on the dirty floor beneath it. With a soft sigh, she quickly exited and stood up, now covered in dust. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Fuck me,"</span> she muttered after catching a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. Obviously, a shower was required but she wasn't going to do that here. So, she dressed and slipped out, exiting through the wall just beside the front door.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Half Hour Later</span></div><br>Her phone, usually quiet, chirped irritatingly at her, just as she exited the shower. A frown touched across pensive features even as one small hand scooped up the offensive piece of technology. She entered her code and flicked upward only to be greeted by a text from a blocked number:<br><br><div align="center">(https://www.redwolf.in/image/cache/catalog/stickers/marvel-avengers-logo-sticker-128x128.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Will you answer the call?</span></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"No. No way,"</span> she fumed. There was no way she'd put herself back into such a stupid thing. No way she'd lose a team. No way she'd allow that in any way shape or form. Yet, she slipped into all black, corralled her mass of curls and headed out. She remembered where the Tower was.<br><br>It was well past noon when she arrived on site. The place looked deeply ill-used and terribly abandoned as if all vitality had been sucked from the building with the loss of its founders. Something told her to turn away; a warning? Still, she slipped toward the side of the large tower and allowed her form to slip through the wall. She arrived in the lobby a few seconds later and began to climb...and climb. <br><br>Finally, she heard a voice. With nary a thought, she stepped back into the safety of the darkness. Though she wanted to move forward, the idea of it was slightly freaky. There was at least one person here, maybe more, and there was a possibility that this was a trap. However, after a few moments, The young dark-skinned woman moved forward, her steps beyond silent. If it WAS a trap, they would have a hard time catching her.<br><br>She paused and glanced around the corner only to be faced with two women. One was slender in the extreme while the other was lushly built. She definitely recognized the woman in red and gold so, with no more hesitation, she completed her entrance, not stopping until she was easily seen by both.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Looks like a party and y'all started with out me."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>12-09-2019, 07:50:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/089_gt_107_unit_00125r.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Manhattan<br><strong>Content</strong>: Ready to 'see' where this will go<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers<br><hr><br>Matthew had never been a fan of Manhattan's canyons of steel and glass. It was noisy, its buildings were sleek and high, making using his grappling hook risky, and it was full of the kind of people he liked to keep away from Hell's Kitchen. Still, the summon - if one could call it that - was intriguing enough that he had to check it out. He never thought of himself as being Avengers material. The likes of Thor, Ironman, Captain America, even Spider-Man... they had power - except Ironman, but his armor more than made up for it. He was only human. He had keen senses, sure, but saving the world was far beyond the capabilities and the purpose of Daredevil - that was, at least. Matt's opinion.<br><br>As he came closer to his destination, he began to sense the shimmer of the air from the heat of the Avengers Tower's glass surface and the vibrations of Manhattan's noise off it. He knew it was there. While being in an area as noisy as Manhattan was distracting, it certainly made navigation easier. The reverberating sound waves quite literally made every building, every lamp post, every trash can literally glow in the darkness that surrounded him at all times. A darkness that was much brighter than usual today, but the contrast between nothing and something was still very much within the range of his senses to detect. <br><br>With a last swing, he reached the platform at the top of the tower and landed then flipped a switch on his baton to reel in his grappling hook. He then proceeded inside, not bothering to try and be silent. However, he kept his senses on high alert, taking in any vibration he could, whether they were from man or machine. Finally detecting a small group of people in his vicinity and - more importantly - hearing them, he relaxed. There was no apparent danger and at this point, it was unlikely to be a trap for his benefit. He walked into the room and stashed his baton into his belt. <br><br>"Afternoon", he greeted them in a very obvious New York accent, though his gaze didn't cycle between them as one would expect, instead, staying eerily straight ahead of him.<br><br>"Glad to see I'm not the first. I hate being first in a meeting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 05:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/99/97/9b/99979b70e0b1fa74d852bbc519c2c41f.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Daimon Hellstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310000.msg15059925#msg15059925)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Finland-&gt;Hotel-&gt;The Avengers Tower <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Magic Tomb Raiding-&gt;Heeding the Call<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Firestar, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>His former mentor Dr. Strange had given him a few final tasks and suggestions in order to progress as a sorcerer and develop his own style. One of Strange's fortes was that he collected artifacts of power to either use personally or to keep out of the hands of people that would abuse them. Right now he was looking for one of the bloodstone shards, it helped keep one's darkness at bay and increased your strength greatly. <br><br>Daimon always looked at his heritage as being both a sorcerer and a warrior. Demons would take every advantage, cheat and gang up on you. They didn't care about anything other than results. Strange usually sought more cerebral and esoteric artifacts usually the books. Daimon had a list he'd put into his android after some research of all the known magic items in the Earth plane. Some where obviously held by other sorcerers some where held by villains. He devised a list and put it in order of putting it to items he could immediately use that would increase his physical and mystical capabilities like a bloodstone or one of the crystals of Woi.<br><br>He was in Finland tracking down stones Merlin enchanted when he got a call. He let it go to voicemail, the ice giant stalking him was ready to make some kind of move but the ringtone made him think twice and he headed off. Dammit, questioning that behemoth would have been easier than following a centuries old trail. Not all of us were just given the Eye of Agamotto on day one. Hmm...maybe the cloak of Levitation had a sister.<br><br>The phone text noise happened now with an Avengers logo on it. "Probably need help with some demon lord or they were traveling to a Hell dimension and wanted to figure out if they should eat anything."<br><br>He could fill out the various items on the list another day. He glanced at the address of where he was supposed to appear. Heading back to his room at the Kakslauttanen Arctic Resort East Village...because there was no way he was going to stay at Santa's Hotel Aurora. After checking out he found somewhere secluded and raised the three middle fingers on his right hand which instantly changed his civilian garb into his heroic garb. It was so cold here he could cut glass with his nipples. Waving his netheranium trident in the arcane symbol for transport he disappeared in a burst of flames; he added that last bit on purpose because he thought it was stylish and he already had a fire motif going on.<br><br>He appeared maybe ten feet away from the four gathered in the kitchen in the same burst of flames.<br><br>"<strong>Ladies, gentleman. You've summoned a devil.</strong>" he states and glances at Daredevil. "<strong>And you've managed to bring two.</strong>" he says in somewhat scratchy and rumbling voice that is deep enough that all feel it in their chest. <strong>"Do any of you know why we are here? My text was somewhat vague upon the matter.</strong>" he says and lowers his trident to the stone floor which produces a soft echo. From their clothing he gathered that they were all heroes, the only one he recognized was Daredevil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 14:40:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> NYPD Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Eavesdropping<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Stairs (https://youtu.be/_VcXeddASyY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Siobahn was watching out the window when she noticed a fiery blur land somewhere at the top of the tower. It had been so fast that she thought it was a bird, but she hadn’t seen a bird that large; that color; or that fast. “Something just landed on the tower,” she alerted.<br><br>Blake opened the driver door and stepped out. He stared up at the tower as though hoping to see what Siobahn indicated, but he saw nothing. “What was it?”<br><br>“I don’t know. It looked like a burning comet. It was yellow.”<br><br>A comet would have made a big bang as it impacted the tower. Blake continued to watch until he noticed an African American woman trespassing on the property. “Stay here; watch the car; and stop anyone who comes outta the towa’,” he directed.<br><br>“Are you going in there by your-”<br><br>He closed the door. She frowned and crossed her arms before her chest. She watched as he started jogging toward the scene and he turned back toward her to point to his radio. Siobahn returned a thumb up as she watched him venture off all on his own. As much as she didn’t like it, she didn’t defy his orders. She had fought other officers for a seat on his team and now she was in it.<br><br><em>You better not make me regrets this, Campbell,</em> she mused.<br><br>Blake had followed the trespasser to the side of the tower and when he caught up to her, she was gone. The cop stopped and glanced around in a circle. He didn’t see a side entrance. He approached the wall and pressed his hands against it. He felt foolish for checking for a secret entrance, but then again, this was formerly owned by Tony Stark. Nothing.<br><br>“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. He lost her, but he still had to investigate the comet Siobahn had talked about.<br><br>Blake walked from the side of the building around to the front. He approached the glass doors and gazed inside. It was dark. He glanced to the cameras and didn’t see any activity from them. If there were vandals inside, they didn’t play with the power or the security. The Avengers had to have had some sophisticated technology. The building was abandoned, and so he didn’t need a warrant to search the place. He wanted to be able to do so without causing any major damage.<br><br><em>There has to be a fire escape,</em> Blake mused as he left the front to venture around the back.<br><br>Siobahn watched him. “Just smash the glass,” she muttered. He was making things so complicated.<br><br>Blake found a lone door at the back of the building. <em>Bingo.</em> He checked the doorknob. It was locked as expected. He checked the hinges. They weren’t normal hinges. Of course, they would be electronic. The cop scowled in frustration. What a pain in the ass. Kicking in a door didn’t cause as much damage as shattering multiple glass panes in the front. Blake faced the door, lining himself up before he turned and walked a few paces. A normal door wouldn’t have required so much preparation. Blake whirled and quickly sprinted toward it before he sprang into the air and threw his weight against it in a kick. He made a loud noise, but nothing else came of it. The cop tried again and a third time. The door started to warp, caving at its center where he had been kicking. On his final kick, Blake had given himself enough space so that he could build up enough speed for a kick. Springing into the air, both of his legs tucked before they extended to have both of his feet slam against the door. The door collapsed inward, and he and it went dropping to the dusty floor. The dust rose in a thick cloud that curled and billowed above him. Blake fanned the dust from his face. It wasn’t the best air to breathe when he was trying to catch his breath. As he coughed and continued fanning his face, he gazed up at what the outdoor light revealed to be an endless square stairwell of winding stairs.<br><br>There were so many stairs…how was anyone supposed to escape a fire with so many stairs? Blake picked his ass up off the floor and sighed. He was going to get a second workout in today. He radioed in to Siobahn:<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Radio check.<br>Copy. Radio check.<br>I’m goin’ upstairs. I’m gonna hafto lowa’ the volume.<br>10-4.<br>Over.</span><br><br>Blake lowered the volume on his radio and started climbing them, skipping one and sometimes two as he went. His heart was hammering in his chest, and his lungs started to burn as he continued. Right when his body was ready to quit, he felt the euphoria of a second wind. With sweat building on his brow, he scaled the steps faster and faster. He removed his flashlight and turned it on to help him see as he ascended. He felt his conscience slipping into tunnel vision. Before he knew it, there was a white wall in front of him and he halted immediately unless he wanted to run right into it. Blake’s eyes grew a little. It was a close call. He stepped back, and then glanced back at the stairs and then over the rail at the ground floor—a small bright square. He had felt so proud of himself until he turned only to see…another locked door.<br><br>Blake breathed an exasperated breath. He wouldn’t be able to open the door the same way. Not without making a ridiculous amount of noise. He knew that he had some special skills that made him unique to not only the police force but humanity. <em>Work fo’ me,</em> Blake pleaded to whatever allowed him to use his strange powers. He grasped the doorknob and pulled on it until he ripped it off. He set it down quietly, returned his flashlight to its holder, and then grasped the hole where the knob had been. Baring his teeth, he pulled on the door and braced his other hand against the wall until his shirt started to tighten. The muscles in his back raised and his arms expanded as the door started to bend away from the door catch. Once he finished, the door gave, easily swinging open. Blake released it and closed his eyes, taking a momentary break. As much as he didn’t want to have to invest in some tools for breaking and entering…he was really thinking about it after all the trouble he went through.<br><br>Blake once again removed his light but kept the beam directed at the floor. He quietly and quickly crept through the hall listening for anything, and what he heard were voices. He had found who he was looking for, and he hoped there weren’t any other groups. He cut off the light once he approached the doors of the chamber where he heard the voices. He crouched and crept closer to the door, turning his back against it. He grasped his shoulder radio and whispered into it:<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">I found’em.<br>How many?<br>I dunno. ‘Definitely more than two. I’m gonna listen in. I’ll let you know if I need backup. Over.<br>10-4.</span><br><br>What was going on? Some sort of club meeting. Not with the comet supposedly in there. He was certain metahumans were in attendance. Metahuman delinquents were going to be a nightmare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 19:18:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/8a/9e/7b8a9ee7d3039337f52d6fe171f9e162.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The Roof to the skylounge.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Angelica was soon joined by other heroes and as she was she breathed a huge sigh of relief. It wouldn't be the first time she unfortunately walked into a trap. Some times the Hellions and the New Warriors had made mistake's, they were young and reckless at times and Angie had gotten mixed up with the problems of other heroes. But she leaned stability and good judgement in the field with both the Avengers and more recently the X-men. She&nbsp; felt a presence behind her and she jumped, her reflexes had been honed since she joined the Hellions, it was a young woman. She was youghtful looking dressed in gothic clothes with a steampunk flair, she was stunning, Angelica offerd a small smile trying to look as welcoming as she was. "Hey." She offerd warmly as she looked upon the young woman she would come to know as Blackout. Angelica had fought alongside many diffenrt heroes in all different guises since she became Firestar. So she had no idea who this young woman was, was she a mutant like herself? A Inhuman? Celestial? Alien? Something else entirely? Perhaps she was the latest recruit to the Avengers? Angelica knew that feeling all too well. But before she could ask the young woman anything else they were soon joined by other heroes and strong types.<br><br>First was a former young X-woman who went by the name of Alisa Targar AKA Cipher. She had been a student recently at the Jean Grey school which Angelica had briefly taught at. Firestar smiled as she recognised Cipher and nodded in her direction. "Cipher Right? You were at the Jean Grey School?" She said as she turned inward so she was facing both young women. Maybe this wasn't a recruitment of the Avengers but rather a recruitment of the X-men? But they too had disserepared, Cyclops, Wolverine, Storm, Beast and so many others had vanished just as the Avengers. She just was glad to see a familiar face, she never taught Cipher in any of her classes but she was only at the school for two and a half months, hardly any time really in the grater scheme of things. But she did take note of as many of the field trained X-men as she could because she knew from past experience one day they would become active heroes. Then a rather unexpected figure showed up from the shadows. Daredevil, he was a urban hero, who mostly fought inside New York and Hells Kitchen. But he was a respected her, he looked rather imposing. Angelica had been born and raised Catholic so she had mixed feelings about seeing a man dressed as the Devil himself.&nbsp; She frowned&nbsp; not knowing really what to think given she had mixed feeling's about her religion as it was. Given everything she had seen as a hero and her battle with breast cancer. But Wolverine once said he respected the Devil of Hells kitchen and Logan was the best judge of character she ever knew. <br><br>Daredevil stated he was glad he wasn't the first one to arrive at the *MEETING*. Angelica sighed heavily taking in the room. "So you weren't the one to call it? I got a text on my cell. A Avengers call out I guess...but I figured...you know....all the key Avengers were....gone..."&nbsp; She really hoped someone here was going to turn up with some answers here for her. Angelica didn't like NOT knowing what was going on and who was pulling her strings. He appeared maybe ten feet away from the four gathered in the kitchen in the same burst of flames.<br><br>"Ladies, gentleman. You've summoned a devil." he states and glances at Daredevil. "And you've managed to bring two." he says in somewhat scratchy and rumbling voice that is deep enough that all feel it in their chest. "Do any of you know why we are here? My text was somewhat vague upon the matter." he says and lowers his trident to the stone floor which produces a soft echo. From their clothing he gathered that they were all heroes, the only one he recognized was Daredevil. Within seconds a supernatural being was in their presence. He appeared maybe ten feet away from the four gathered in the kitchen in the same burst of flames. It was the ever arrogant Damien Hellstorm. Angelica got on the defensive, he was the son of Satan. She emitted fire from both hands as she looked across at the former Defender. He was the Ex husband of one of her best friends Patricia Walker Aka Hellcat. <br>"Hellstrom." She muttered under her breath through gritted teeth. He was apparently *reformed* and fought on the side of Angels. But she knew for a fact he had put Patsy through Hell (literally) and that she couldn't forgive him for. Was it a trick, had he summoned them here even though he was saying he too had received the same text message? "We really supposed to believe you're here by accident Hellstorm? patsy told me you don't do anything without some nefarious scheme." Firestar challenged him in front of the other three, she hoped they would back her up if he turned, she knew she could trust Cipher but the other two were not known to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>13-09-2019, 19:53:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Kitchens off of the skylounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>More people arrived. Julie recognised Daredevil, she hadn't really seen him before, but the costume was, even without her normal sight, quite clear. There was something all too familiar about the way he moved and interacted with space. Julie set about scanning his face closely, his eyes... Yup, Daredevil was blind, though unlike her, he flat out didn't have the option it looked like of being able to see again, not that Julie herself had figured out that trick for about a decade, but still. She had a kindred, and one who, like her, could find their way about, and fight, completely blind. He was handsome too under that mask. During this entire few seconds her head and expression had not moved at all.<br><br>Cipher was here, Julie recognised her, though the other woman had been in mostly different classes and they weren't really more than passing acquaintances. Interesting, multiple X-People, a Daredevil, another devil man who smelled like magic, all smoke and grease and static... Yeah, this was quite the collection. The trap grew ever more interesting.<br><br>There was also someone lurking just outside one of the doors, it seemed things were about to be sprung. Julie gestured slightly to Cipher, to gain her attention and then indicated the door and held up one finger and then a fist under the line of another flat hand. X-Men gestures, there is someone hiding behind that door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 03:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/99/97/9b/99979b70e0b1fa74d852bbc519c2c41f.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Daimon Hellstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310000.msg15059925#msg15059925)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dealing with a brat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Firestar, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Daimon made eye contact with those around him waiting for an answer to his question. It seemed none of them knew why they were summoned here. It was rare that someone assembled powered individuals without some purpose either out of desperation in order to ask them to perform some suicide mission like 'save the world' or things a lot more sinister, like removing future enemies. Daimon wasn't paranoid, he had seven Hell Lords out for his soul since he was born.<br><br>The barely out of high school looking redhead decided that she had a quarrel with him and raised her hands, flames crackling around them. When you controlled the Flames of the Faltine as well as Hellfire, her pretentious little display brought about as much reaction as it deserved, which was none. He was immune to flames. "Hellstrom." She muttered under her breath through gritted teeth. <br><br>He nodded to his name. "<strong>Yes, that's right. I'm Daimon Hellstrom.</strong>" he decided he'd go for the high road and remain civil even though she was being rude and antagonistic; and it appeared only towards him. But of course he saw the hate in her eyes and she couldn't let it go. "We really supposed to believe you're here by accident Hellstorm? patsy told me you don't do anything without some nefarious scheme." <br><br>The mention of his ex wife had Daimon's eyes flame up and his hair too tinged with hellfire and crackled. He made no move and just stared at the young woman challenging him. Patsy was his wife he loved her more than he thought he was capable of; now she was lost to him. Patsy was still an open wound inside him. "<strong>No you are not.</strong>" he tells her. "<strong>I clearly indicated I got a vague text, just like everyone else here. Were you not listening to what I said over the sound of the galloping hooves of that high horse that you're sitting on?</strong>" he asked. <br><br>She is a stupid and simple minded brat whose only good quality so far is blind loyalty to her friend. It made for an ok friend but a rather poor choice in a hero. Daimon made up his mind to leave, there is no way that she would ever see beyond her hatred. "<strong>Apparently my services are not required here since you've already made up your mind to hate me without even bothering to ask my side of things...</strong>" he says turning his back on her and gesturing with his trident for a flaming portal to open up. He was about to step through when he turns to look at her. "<strong>You know what? I don't think I'm going to be judged by someone whose probably never experienced anything more difficult in her life than getting a stain out of her banana coloured leotards.</strong>" <br><br>"<strong>Put your flames away small minded one, they won't work on me. I'd like to ask you to imagine something if you could. Seven Hell Lords.</strong>" he gestures and the flames from the portal turn into illusions of &nbsp;Mephisto, Satanish, Thogg, Belasco, Asmodeus, Beelzeboul, Lucifer. (https://static1.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11112/111121692/5127359-2914679594-tumbl.jpg) "<strong>..coming up with a plan to annex the Earth and other dimensions by combining their essences together to pollute, corrupt and control an infant. Imagine those entities taking control of you so that you are only a passenger in your own body. They try and shred every ounce of humanity you have by targeting the one person who knew exactly what you were and loved you anyways. They made her suffer through me.</strong>" It would be impossible for someone so simple minded as this redhead to conceive that perhaps he was a victim in this as well so he had to spell it out for her.<br><br>"<strong>I understand completely why she hates me. I fought off their control to free her or do you think she just managed to escape from a Hell dimension because a portal opened 'randomly'? Your knowledge of me barely scratches the surface of truth, so watch your mouth before you accuse me of anything else ill considered.</strong>" he says allowing the portal and the fiery illusions to dissipate. "<strong>Or is this what kind of so called hero you are? Just jumping to conclusions without any investigation?</strong>" he asks staring her down. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 04:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br><strong>Time and Date:</strong> 9/10/2019 | Mid day<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content:</strong> So, shit got real and someone is at the door. Should we let him in?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The soon to be Secret Avengers<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br><br><hr><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Spin my way out of Hell<br>There's nothing left this soul to sell<br>Live fast and die fast too<br>How many times to do this for you?</span><br><br>Well, this was interesting.</div><br>Alisa shifted lightly yet there was nary a sound to announce it. Her discomfort grew as yet another person joined them, this one wearing the red suit of the infamous Dare Devil. He gave voice to a small introduction, <em>as if he even needed one</em>, and set her back at her ease. A small smile cocked her lips upward even as her attention returned to the two women who had greeted her prior. Of course, Firestorm spoke first, her husky query halting the darker-skinned woman's movement for a mere moment. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"> "Cipher, right? You were at the Jean Grey School?" </span><br><br>Alisa nodded. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yup. Left the Institute after the..."</span> She paused and swallowed as tears gathered to gleam in her dark gaze. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Anyway, before Cyclops and the rest left, he told me to go there...so I did. Wasn't the same. No one could make use of my skills in the way that he could so the training was redundant. I thought I'd be going back home..."</span> She sighed and grew quiet. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I do remember YOU and the beauty behind you. You taught and she, well, I just saw her, tiny and something about the dark. I guess that's how you got your codename?"</span> Alisa pitched her voice slightly so that the smaller woman would know the question was directed at her.<br><br>However, soon another arrived, stepping through a veritable ring of fire, his voice a rumbling growl of sound. <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Ladies, gentleman. You've summoned a devil. And you've managed to bring two. Do any of you know why we are here? My text was somewhat vague upon the matter."</span><br><br>Yet, before anyone could answer, tension ramped up as Firestorm went on the offensive. The bile in her voice was almost thick enough to drown in. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Hellstrom. We really supposed to believe you're here by accident Hellstrom? Patsy told me you don't do anything without some nefarious scheme."</span> Alisa immediately stepped back, prepared to move through a wall or the floor if needed. No way she was getting singed in a battle of the fire throwers!<br><br>As she flowed back a few steps, she caught the hand signs of the slim woman with the dark hair. Someone was outside, possibly listening? She figured the other would hear her whisper of <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Okay."</span> before she phased through the wall and peeked at the strapping man listening at the door. With nary a thought to the consequences, she flowed to another spot, her slender form easily getting into position behind him before she stepped out.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Excuse me, sir? Are you here due to a random text message or did you decide to investigate all on your own?"</span> She had no reason to assume either possibility, not really, but it was the only thing that made any sort of sense. No one would just show up at an abandoned Tower without reason. The only question she had was what had brought HIM to this site. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I mean, you do realize that it's not polite to eavesdrop, right?"</span><br><br>The sound of a raised voice, the one called Hellstrom, made Cipher want to peek through and see what had caused the ruckus but no. First, she had to find out why this man was here...and possibly do something about it. That would suck of course. After all, he was wearing a damn police uniform. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>'Fuck me. I am going to jail. True, I'll escape but there will be so much wasted time!!'</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 05:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/089_gt_107_unit_00125r.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Manhattan<br><strong>Content</strong>: Getting impatient<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers<br><hr><br>Matt eyed the actual devil and the woman argue and sighed. Whatever this gathering was about, it was already up to a rough start. <br><br>"Pipe down, will ya? If this was a trap we'd already be surrounded by now. I'm giving this five minutes then I'm heading back to Hell's Kitchen if whoever sent us those texts doesn't show up. This is New York City. Everybody's busy."<br><br>Some years ago, the arrival of an actual demon from Hell would have fazed him. In recent years, this city had seen aliens, gods, titans, all that in addition to the usual mutants and creatures that roamed its rooftops and sewers. Anyone would have gotten jaded at this point. Hellstorm's vibration was strikingly different from that the of the others in attendance, obviously, but that only made him easier to recognize for him.<br><br>As Alisa phased to another room, Daredevil realize she would be by far the most difficult for his senses to handle. She could disappear and reappear elsewhere at will. Not even his keen sense could beat that kind of speed. She could get the drop on him whenever she wanted. He'd have to be careful around her, he thought.<br><br>He made no further comment for now, at any rate, and simply found a spot to lean his back against as he waited, silently scanning his surroundings in case anything - or anyone - entered the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 13:24:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> NYPD Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Eavesdropping<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Stairs (https://youtu.be/_VcXeddASyY)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>There was shouting inside…Hellstrom. Blake frowned in contemplation. One of the lawbreakers was named Hellstrom? A deep voice confirmed it after. Daimon Hellstrom. They were identifying themselves, and it was going to make catching them easy if they tried to flee. He had thought he heard someone mention the Jean Grey school earlier, which meant there were mutants inside and dealing with them was going to be a pain. Blake counted three voices, but there still could have been more inside. Some who just didn’t speak.<br><br><strong>Excuse me, sir?...</strong><br><br>Blake’s head snapped over his shoulder so fast to regard the woman he had chased suddenly behind him. His eyes were wide in startle and his hand naturally went to rest on his firearm. The cop made no further motion as he processed the rest of what she was asking him. The text message. She had received it too. The next thing she said, he didn’t really care about. Blake stood and faced her, his hand no longer on his weapon. His lips parted to speak, but then he closed them. If he was going to talk to her, then he might as well spoke to the rest of them. Blake faced the door, looking it up and down. This one was normal.<br><br>(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LjAwMDAwMC5RbUZ1WnlFLC4w/twelve-ton-goldfish.regular.png)<br><br>The doors of the lounge flew open as Blake lowered his foot and marched in. “NYPD! All of you are trespassin’ on property owned by the state. You can either clear outta here or I’m finin’ all you guys. Your comrade here was tellin’ me about a text message. If you noticed the state of this place, then bells shoulda’ been ringin’. It’s probably all a joke.”<br><br>As he was talking, the cop noticed Daredevil. Out of all the strangers gathered, the Daredevil was the only one he recognized by costume alone. What NYPD cop hadn’t heard of the Daredevil and witnessed his accomplishments? Blake’s brows rose a little in surprise to see him here.<br><br>“Daredevil…you uh…you gotta text message too?” Blake was starting to not feel so certain about his earlier claim. He once again looked around at those gathered. Some of them were wearing their costumes. This wasn’t a group of thugs, but a group of heroes—most of them at least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>14-09-2019, 20:08:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/0/02/All-New%2C_All-Different_Avengers_Vol_1_13_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20181110152047)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vision<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sky Lounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Firestaar, Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>The power in the lounge comes on, and as it does, a holographic image in the center of the room resolves into the form of the Vision.&nbsp; At first it looked to be a pre-recorded image, but the head movements, the eye contact made with every person in the room made it more than it appeared to be on the surface.&nbsp; A voice whose accent was none and all rolled into one started to speak after it had made its circuit the room.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Ah good, everyone is finally present, we can begin.&nbsp; Also I would suggest staying to hear what I need to say, Mister Murdock and Hellstrom.</em></strong><br><br><strong><em>"After the events of which is not being called the Enhanced Civil War, after the reconciliation of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, they saw a need for a group of Avengers who operated outside of the public spot light, to operate in the shadows where most of their enemies had free reign in order to bring them to justice.&nbsp; Each member selected for the specific skill or experience in their past to accomplish the mission.&nbsp; All of you have selected as while the current roster of Avengers are missing in action, the mission still remains, and it does not stop merely because we are inconvenienced. Thus each of you have been recruited, to become the next iteration of the Secret Avengers, because there is a threat still out there, a threat which you as a time are uniquely qualified to face."</em></strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQrCfMjliZw/VtoIFnccY1I/AAAAAAADFgs/lJjZIdsStYE/s1600/BAD_Girls_h211.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Three other holographic images appeared in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Vision continued as he pointed to two of the women with dark hair.&nbsp; <strong><em>" Cleo Nefertiti and Tanya Sealy, both former members of the terrorist organization known as the Serpent Solutions and current employees of BAD Mercenaries.&nbsp; You might know them better as Asp and Black Mamba.&nbsp; Both were apprehended earlier in the week at chemical storage warehouse containing class A and high controlled chemicals with other members of Serpent Solutions.&nbsp; Normally this would not raise too much additional concern as they were stopped along other members of the organization.&nbsp; However, there is, as you humans call it, a twist."</em></strong><br><br>Vision points to the last woman, the one with the magenta colored hair.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Rachel Leighton, known as the operative Diamond back, owner and chief operative of BAD Mercenaries has been trying to gain her friends freedom, stating they were innocent and some form of coercion had to been used, as the other criminals they were captured with were ones who had raped Cleo Nefertiti and Tanya Sealy in the past.&nbsp; Multiple times, she claims, and thus would be more apt to kill those criminal, not aid them in any manner.&nbsp; When questioned further, Leighton said the last contact she had with each of her friends was when they were sent to investigate rumors of a new criminal organization targeting selling a new drug to school yards in Hells Kitchen.&nbsp; I find, as much as I understand about human behavior, there is a kernel of truth in Miss Leighton's words, despite the fact there were no markers in either Miss Nefertiti and Miss Sealy of chemical or mental coercion.&nbsp; Thus I have determined this is a situation to be looked into, and this new team of Secret Avengers be the one to investigate."</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 01:01:26</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Kitchens off of the skylounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> THE VISION! Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>It was always fun when people were shouting at one another, and hilarious when the police showed up. As a trap though, a single police officer, one who was, it appeared, struck 'fanboy' at the sight of Daredevil, was somewhat of a disappointment. Then the bloody Vision showed up and gave them some good news. Or what he seemed to think was good news. The Vision wasn't really there of course, Julie couldn't 'scan' him, but the voice was fairly clearly him. Or it, or they, it was hard to tell without asking. Julie made a mental note to raise that if/when the opportunity arose and seemed to be appropriate. However, the AI seemed to be making several large assumptions here, which didn't seem to be in character for an AI...<br><br>"If you are a cold, logical mind that is ruled by reason, facts and evidence, why are you assuming that we are all going to do precisely and exactly what you want, to whit, joining this team?" Julie's voice was English, quiet but with clear strength. "What did you have planned in case we decide we don't want to take part? Is there a backup plan if we decide to wander off?"<br><br>The whole thing turned out to be a plot to force a bunch of strange and disparate characters to join together into a 'Secret Avengers'? Julie, to be fair, was flattered but more than a little concerned that she wasn't going to be happy forced to work with one or more of these oddball characters. The one that smelled of sulphur and regret for a start. The cop didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed but she hadn't heard enough sillyness from him to start to form an opinion as yet. The others? Well... Cipher she knew would be halfway solid being an X colleague, the flame woman looked familiar, and hadn't come across yet as a total flannel, and, well, Daredevil would be solid if his reputation was to be believed. She had certainly heard good things about the man from Logan. Logan. She missed that hairy old man. He was a total loony, but the good sort. So many of her friends just gone. She tried to keep the pain of that thought from her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 02:46:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/089_gt_107_unit_00125r.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Avengers Tower - Skylounge<br><strong>Content</strong>: Listening to the AI - who made him boss?<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers<br><hr><br>Matt raised a curious brow under his mask when the police officer broke into the room, remaining calm in his demeanor, but his legs were already primed for him to bolt and leap off the tower if necessary. However, the officer's next sentence quickly defused the situation and Daredevil's legs could relax again. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310493.msg15073793#msg15073793">Quote from: TheBlackThrone on 14-09-2019, 13:24:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Daredevil…you uh…you gotta text message too?” <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Matt nodded to the officer. "Hello officer. It seems we all did."<br><br>Their confusion was finally dispelled when the room came to life and the AI known as Vision made his presence known.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310493.msg15074241#msg15074241">Quote from: BlackStone on 14-09-2019, 20:08:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em>"Ah good, everyone is finally present, we can begin.&nbsp; Also I would suggest staying to hear what I need to say, Mister Murdock and Hellstrom.</em></strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Daredevil was not the type to stay or leave on anyone's command, but in this case, he felt compelled to stay and listen, whether it was mere curiosity, or the fact that the famous android created by the Avengers was obviously the one who summoned them all. Matt remained silent and listened to the AI's speech but made no effort to hide his annoyance. He nodded in agreement with the young woman in a skirt as she spoke, turning his gaze to her despite his lack of a gaze, then added his own comments to hers, speaking in his usual low and purposefully dark tone.<br><br>"First, you know it's bad form to address a masked hero by their real name, do you? Registration or not. Second, what she said. Third, though, I'm in if it means keeping this drug out of my turf's schoolyards, but I need more details on the drugs, and on their organization."<br><br>Matt crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the AI's answer and the others' comments quietly, taking in the voices and the vibrations in the room as well as the details of each of them's faces and bodies, as much as the ambiant noise in the room and his senses allowed. If they were going to work together, he needed to be able to know who they were and how to tell them apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 03:25:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> NYPD Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A~nd, he's out.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>As though on cue (after Daredevil’s comment), the electricity in the tower suddenly powered on. A hologram of a green and red alien or some sort of humanoid appeared in the middle of the room. He then immediately went into a brief informing everyone why they were there. Blake was at a loss for words. Did he receive the text message by mistake? He glanced around at the costumed heroes, and even the ones not in costume were acquainted with each other. He was the odd man out, and it made him feel very uncomfortable. He became even more comfortable when the briefer emphasized the apparently classified part of the discussion. Blake’s jaw tightened some. He had at least a SECRET clearance, but nothing higher. <em>Secret Avengers.</em><br><br>Like an idiot, Blake listened to everything. How there could be some new criminal organization on the rise selling an unknown drug to adolescents. He had heard everything, whether he felt the text message was sent to him by mistake or not. Now he knew information he probably shouldn’t had known. Why didn’t he just walk out when he had the chance?<br><br><em>It couldn’t have been by mistake,</em> Blake mused. Had it been SHIELD? For the others who surrounded him who were used to playing the superhero field, this was overwhelming to him. He had a partner in the car. He was still on duty. The investigation wasn’t going to be a problem, but accepting his role in this new team. He didn’t know if he was ready for that.<br><br>The cop turned toward the door and stopped a moment. He felt destiny; regret; whatever that strong feeling was where it felt like strings were attached to his heart and being tugged. That was what was happening. He needed to think about it. Maybe a day. The worst part was that he was alone on the decision. He couldn’t tell anyone not his boss or his partner. Shit; he had to come up with a story to cover up this whole situation.<br><br>“Sorry to interrupt,” Blake said before he walked out. He was about to take the stairs, but then he figured if the power was back on then he could catch the elevator. He approached the elevator and pressed the down button as he waited for it to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>15-09-2019, 18:55:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/8a/9e/7b8a9ee7d3039337f52d6fe171f9e162.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The Roof to the skylounge.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Vision, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Angelica knew Hellstorm was baiting her, Patsy told her that was his speciality. That he loved nothing more then to bait those he was adversaries with. Angelica was not going to take his crap ore listen to his threats, she had been far too much in her life as it was. "What you dont know about me could fill the grand canon Hellstorm!" Fierstar angrily spat back at him as he insulted her saying she had no worrys in this life. Then he insulted her costume to which Angelica responded. "This costume is iconic dipshit, second only to Dazzlers!" She said as she arched her back, he said he was going to go, pretending he got a text like the rest of them but then (just to be extra annoying) said he was going to stay. Angelica rolled her eyes, like their was any doubt they were going to get ride of him....assewipe he was. She knew her flames wouldn't work on him more to the pity but she could still hurl one at him if he kept sassing her out like this. He then started this whole rant how HE was the victim in his divorce from Patsy which just made Angelica roll her eyes and sarcastically say. "Sure you are." She could see the others in the room were not a fan of this tension between the two red heads, but they didn't know the full history of him and Hellcat who was like Angelicas big sister.&nbsp; She noticed that Cipher backed off suddenly into the darkness, the former young X-man must have spotted something which gave Firestar cause for concern. Daredevil told them firmly to pipe down and if whoever didn't send the texts didn't show up he was leaving, commenting this was New York after all. That comment made Angelica smirk alittle, so it was true, the Devil of Hells Kitchen was a New Yorker born and raised. She wondered if the rumors were true and he really was that blind Lawyer everyone said he was. <br><br>Just then the doors flung open with a God All Mighty Bang which made Angelica jump alittle. A handsome man marched in saying he was NYPD! Great, that was the last thing they needed right now. officer cutie then proceeded to inform them they were all trespassing on property owned by the state. Great just great, was this some sort of set up? Apparently Cipher had sensed him and she had told him about the text message they all received. It was a Avengers code so only a former Avenger ore SHEILD operative could send it. But that didn't really narrow it down all that much. He didn't seem to recognise any of them which bruised Angelica's ego alittle abit but she had to admit everyone knew who Daredevil was, guy was a urban Legend. But she knew that would kill Hellstorm with a ego like he had so that gave her some satisfaction at the very least. Just then The power in the lounge comes on, and as it does, a holographic image in the centre of the room resolves into the form of the former Avenger Vision. Angelica put out her flame as a result he no longer needed the light in the room. It was kinda creepy, even when she was a teammate of the Vision he creeped her out, she knew it was wrong and small minded of her but she had bad experience's with cyborgs. It turned out he sent the text message which made a lot of sense. He stated that After the events of which is not being called the Enhanced Civil War, after the reconciliation of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, they saw a need for a group of Avengers who operated outside of the public spot light, to operate in the shadows where most of their enemies had free reign in order to bring them to justice.&nbsp; The Secret Avengers, yeah, Monica had told her all about it (as well as the fact she was pissed she wasn't asked at the time.) <br><br>Vision explained that each member had been selected for the specific skill or experience in their past to accomplish the mission.&nbsp; All of them in turn had been selected as while the current roster of Avengers was missing in action. Vision wanted them to be the next iteration of the Secret Avengers. Angelica didn't know how this was going to square with her day job but she was excited at the thought. She felt guilty for what happened to the current Avengers and she felt the responsibility of using her mutant abilities for good. Then three other holographic images appeared in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Vision continued as he pointed to two of the women with dark hair. It turned out these women were former members of the terrorist organization known as the Serpent Solutions and current employees of BAD Mercenaries. Codenames Asp and Black Mamba (Really? And people said Firestar was cheesy).&nbsp; It turned out both were apprehended earlier in the week at chemical storage warehouse containing class A and high controlled chemicals with other members of Serpent Solutions. Vision pointed to the last woman, the one with the magenta colored hair. Her name was Rachel Leighton, known as the operative Diamond back (Didn't she date Captain America rumour had it?), owner and chief operative of BAD Mercenaries has been trying to gain her friends freedom, stating they were innocent and some form of coercion had to been used, as the other criminals they were captured with were ones who had raped Cleo Nefertiti and Tanya Sealy in the past.&nbsp; That made Angelica shudder, she would do anything for her gal pals, Monica, Patsy and Felicia. She knew Felicia had been sexually assaulted in the past as had Patsy which made her blood boil. <br><br>Multiple times, she claimed and thus would be more apt to kill those criminal, not aid them in any manner.&nbsp; When questioned further, Leighton said the last contact she had with each of her friends was when they were sent to investigate rumors of a new criminal organization targeting selling a new drug to school yards in Hells Kitchen.&nbsp; Vision said there was "a kernel of truth in Miss Leighton's words", despite the fact there were no markers in either Miss Nefertiti and Miss Sealy of chemical or mental coercion.&nbsp; Vision had determined this is a situation to be looked into, and this new team of Secret Avengers be the one to investigate. When he was finished the young Asian girl said she wasn't sure she wanted to take part and asked for the alternative. But this was some serious deep shit, as a woman she should WANT to take part surely?&nbsp; "Well im in." Angelica said with no doubt in her voice. ironic when she was 19 she loathed becoming a Avenger, she only did it for Vance, but now she was jumping at the chance. But since then she had been a cancer survivor and it really did change her perspective on things. These serpent women may be bad but they didn't deserve to be assaulted like that. <br><br>Vision kinda outed Daredevil too which wasn't cool, but Angelica could tell something was off with him. He didn't seem to have any human filters ore emotions like the last time she saw him, maybe his programme had been changed? She knew from what the Scarlet Witch once told her that Vision had major difficulties balancing his vast intellect with human feelings, maybe he purged them? Things like *Secret Identies* wouldn't really factor into that but she could tell that Daredevil was pissed. Especially with a NYPD agent standing next to them. But thing's were fuzzy on where the Law stood on superheroes and vigilantes, things were even more complicated then they had been during the registration act. But even Daredevil (normally a loner) agreed to join the effort. At that point the handsome NYPD officer headed out but Angelica rushed after him, she found him outside by the elevator. So he wasn't anti superhero like some of the police were in this city. "Wait. Wait!" She said as she caught up to him. "Er...hi...I go by Fierstar...I used to be a Avenger too...for like a minute..." She mumbled before regaining her composure. Why did no one remember she had been a Avenger, she had been in the Avengers parade down 5th avenue and everything. "Look this is a real trial and error thing as you can seem, but this sounds like a much more intermit case...why don't you work with us? I mean, I also used to be a New Warrior...before the whole reality TV stars phase...and one thing we always wanted to do was get a better working relationship with the NYPD. Maybe I we work with you guys we can get this sorted and do it all legally and by the books." She offered with a nervous smile. "Things have to change for the better right?" She said inference to the fact the beloved heroes were gone and it was a brand new day weather they liked it ore not.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 00:28:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/99/97/9b/99979b70e0b1fa74d852bbc519c2c41f.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Daimon Hellstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310000.msg15059925#msg15059925)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Finland-&gt;Hotel-&gt;The Avengers Tower <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Listening to a stupid little girl mouth off<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Firestar, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>"What you dont know about me could fill the grand canon Hellstorm! This costume is iconic dipshit, second only to Dazzlers!" <em>Dazzler...really? The disco queen?</em><br><br>Daimon didn't know how to feel after all the things he said to her. She had the empathy of a rock. He admitted he was at fault, that he put Patsy through hell. He gave her context but the idiot standing before him missed all of that. "<strong>I have a few things to say to you and then you and I never need to speak again. Firstly I believe the word you were looking for is the Grand Canyon...not cannon. Perhaps you should have been paying attention in school instead of swiping left.</strong>" he suggests. She was the stereotype of the dumb millennial. He gestures to create an illusion for his second point because this girl seemed extremely dense.<br><div class="floatright">(https://www.pngkey.com/png/detail/327-3271044_hellcat-by-fan-the-little-demon-on-deviantart.png)</div><br>"<strong>Secondly, you think your iconic? And people call me arrogant. For the ...you're wearing a catsuit. They have been around for a long time and you're taking credit for it? In fact, if you look at Patsy's costume...it's a yellow catsuit with a belt and a helmet. So you basically copied her costume of redhead, mask, yellow catsuit...except yours is iconic because you have red instead of blue boots...and yeah, I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain any more to you.</strong>" and with that he was done with the waste of time known as ...he never got her name because she was too rude to even offer it. "<strong>And as a side note, I was calling you shallow in that insult but you made it about your fashion sense--I think that speaks for itself.</strong>"<br><br>A police officer showed up...and then left after outing Daredevil's identity. Not cool but New York was a rough place.<br><br>When the Vision showed up as a hologram he turned to pay attention to that, especially since it was in real time instead of some prerecorded message.<br><br>Daimon knew a lot about being mentally coerced and thought of as a villain. His brand of justice was harsh, he knew exactly what evil was and where it came from. While people were beginning to argue with Vision about being brought together to handle this, Daimon thought about the children being affected. Before he was consumed by the dark soul hew went to seminary to become a priest and wanted to teach in college. He did it for a year before his civilian days ended. <br><br>"<strong>Vision...you may want to rethink the name of Secret Avengers. I walk around bare chested with a six foot golden trident and blaze with fire...I think we're going to remain secret for all of five minutes after confronting whomever is perpetrating this.</strong>" he didn't care about the rest of it. "<strong>Those drugs needed to be removed from the schoolyards and whomever did this to Asp and Mamba will answer to me.</strong>"<br><br>Daredevil was correct, they needed more information to work with. Blackout made some interesting points but she didn't actually start walking off. The cop...was probably going to follow police procedure until these villains got away. He didn't pay attention to the other one who was stumbling with her words and trying to say she almost had all kinds of experience...but not really.<br><br>"<strong>What else can you tell us Vision?</strong>" he asked figuring if people wanted to leave he was the last person that anyone would listen to and convince them to stay. Besides, being a hero was a calling not some pain in the ass thing you did because you happened to sprout wings one day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 01:06:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br><strong>Time and Date:</strong> 9/10/2019 | Mid day<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fuck all this. Maybe I should just fuck off back home??<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The soon to be Secret Avengers<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br><br><hr><br>Okay, so Mister Cop with the perfect ass took out the door and stomped in with some kind of cop-like swagger. Alisa immediately stopped staring at his butt and returned to the main room just in time to hear the tail end of Dare Devil giving the arguing pair a firm talking to. She said nothing. What was there to say? It wasn't her argument and quite frankly all of this noise and stress was giving her a helluva migraine. Maybe she should skip out on this whole thing? It <strong>was</strong> a bit much, after all.<br><br>Suddenly, there was a hologram, one that locked eyes with everyone, promptly outed Dare Devil's real damned name and then proceeded to say some shit that she found she cared not one whit about. Okay, maybe a little whit. Women being harmed with no proof that they had been? Drugs which could flood the streets, get used by kids? Okay, a bigger whit than she thought. Still, staying was not on her to-do list.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"...Thus I have determined this is a situation to be looked into, and this new team of Secret Avengers be the one to investigate."</span><br><br><em>blink blink</em><br><br>Immediately, there were words on offer starting with the slim, almost doll looking one. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"What did you have planned in case we decide we don't want to take part? Is there a backup plan if we decide to wander off?"</span> Oh yeah, could not argue that especially since that happened to be Alisa's immediate plan. With a bit of concentration, she allowed her form to disappate though she did stick around to hear the rest of it.<br><br>Dare Devil came next, his voice a low purr of sound, the New York accent very clear, his words concise. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"First, you know it's bad form to address a masked hero by their real name, do you? Registration or not. Second, what she said. Third, though, I'm in if it means keeping this drug out of my turf's schoolyards, but I need more details on the drugs, and on their organization."</span> Ah, see? She knew he'd been outed! Still, she nodded slightly, agreeing with his assessment completely. If she decided to join up, she'd need to know the way everyone thought, right? <br><br>She just was not sure she was going to do so.<br><br>Mister Officer with the fine ass summed it up nicely: <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“Sorry to interrupt.” </span> Yep, that was it in a nutshell. She felt that down to her marrow.&nbsp; She was not heroic. She was a spy, an information gatherer, hell she could have been the perfect assassin! This? Fuck, what was she gonna do with this? What would Scott have said? Jean? Hell any of them?! Why were they not here to ask? That's right, they skittered the hell off and got killed for their troubles.<br><br>Dammit.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Well I'm in."</span> Alisa nodded to herself. She knew the beauty would not think twice. She was cut out for that heroic stuff.<br><br>It was tall, half nude and snarky that decided her. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Vision...you may want to rethink the name of Secret Avengers. I walk around bare-chested with a six-foot golden trident and blaze with fire...I think we're going to remain secret for all of five minutes after confronting whomever is perpetrating this. Those drugs needed to be removed from the schoolyards and whomever did this to Asp and Mamba will answer to me."</span> Nope, she had to think.<br><br>And before she could stop herself, Alisa had phased through the wall, out into the hall only to note the cop and Firestar by the elevator. <em>'Nope.'</em> With a quick motion, she silenced everything about herself, pulled her mental shields firmly in place and took herself down the stairs. She needed a drink, a think, and a good screw...in that order...or maybe a different one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 01:31:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/0/02/All-New%2C_All-Different_Avengers_Vol_1_13_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20181110152047)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vision<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sky Lounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Firestaar, Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>The Vision continued to regard the group and answered their concerns one at a time.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Yes, there have been some assumptions made based off of data available to me.&nbsp; How could I take for granted everyone's cooperation?&nbsp; I did so because of the current state of the world.&nbsp; There are no more Avengers, no more Freedom Foundation, no more X-men.&nbsp; All organized groups of "heroes" have been significantly culled.&nbsp; The same does not appear to have happened to the criminal factions.&nbsp; Everyday people are being made to suffer under its yolk, and they will not pause or stop merely because the heroes who opposed them in the past are gone.&nbsp; In fact such is only likely to motivate them to escalated their actions in the belief they will no longer be stopped.&nbsp; So yes, assumption was made, but it was not only done so with fact alone, but also upon faith.&nbsp; Faith all of you would carry on the mission and not let such oppression and lawlessness continue unabated.&nbsp; Still, this is not a compulsory draft, if you wish to leave, you are free to do so."</em></strong><br><br>Next Vision made a sweep of his arm about the room, to every person present.&nbsp; <strong><em>"All of you were selected for a reason, and not only because of your power set or abilities alone.&nbsp; Experience, access, and skills were also put into consideration.&nbsp; Everything from having a police detective from the NYC, to others...traits.&nbsp; Are all of your abilities designed purely for stealth, no.&nbsp; Each of you were considered for your ability to move into the shadowy underground where criminals dwell because of your experiences and everything brought together is a synergy which I do predict success, not failure.&nbsp; Like any teams first brought together there of course will be some expected friction, but everyone is also in their own right, a professional. Another leap of faith, as it were."</em></strong><br><br>The holograms change and up next is an address which is by the docks in Hells Kitchen, which Vision also speaks aloud as he draws up the schematics.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><em>"The building has a skylight entrance to its second floor, as well as three other ground floor entrances.&nbsp; All of them with a security system and keypad code.&nbsp; Investigation of this facility is recommended.&nbsp; It will require you to be present, Detective Campbell.&nbsp; I have managed to get the case assigned to you.&nbsp; I suggest at the very least Miss Targar accompany you as she can get herself, and others, into the facility without being noticed. The other course of action I would suggest would be to track down the drug known as ICE.&nbsp; A sample of it, as well as some idea of how it is being distributed, would assist the investigation.&nbsp; For those who remain on the team, this facility shall serve as base of operations.&nbsp; On the exterior it shall look unoccupied.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are there any additional questions?"</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-09-2019, 13:53:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Plotting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> THE VISION! Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Julie scanned the others that were visible to her as The Vision went over his thought process, which was more than a little, odd, and the situation. Which, well, wasn't ideal. Mind control of some sort and drugs? Mind crontrol that was being used on powerful beings successfully? The thought did not please the young woman given her own past.<br><br>"Two questions then." Julie stated in the manner known as matter of fact, "Who is staying and doing this and who is going?" She deliberately swung her gaze around, the dark glasses she wore mostly concealing her black in black eyes, "And what can we all do? Because if we are going to be relying on each other in the field, we will need to have an idea of what each other member of this 'team' is capable of." She smiled, "There are a bunch of other questions, like communications, organisation, and so on, but those are the main two to start with."<br><br>She wasn't keen, it had to be said, to work with all of those present, but the cause sounded like a reasonable one at least.<br><br>"For my part, I am in for now. I am a mutant, former X-Man, if a minor one, my powers are based in darkness. I can use it for concealment, attack and defense. I am fairly sneaky, though I do not see well beyond around a hundred yards, I have limited penetrating vision in the nearer ranges, which is due to my darkness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 01:20:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Daredevil_Logo.svg/671px-Daredevil_Logo.svg.png)</div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NF2N2nL.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Manhattan<br><strong>Content</strong>: Getting impatient<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers<br><hr><br>Matt listened to the briefing politely, keeping his usual stoic and calm stance, letting few emotions or thoughts show on his face - a feat made far easier by his mask and the tinted reinforced plastic over his eyes. Internally, however, Daredevil was rather annoyed at Vision, in particular at the gross oversight he made in his briefing. Once again, Blackout's comments echoed his own thoughts - at least some of them. He decided to start with those and nodded to her.<br><br>"I'm in. As she said, however, we will need to organize and plan, starting with when we're going to do this."<br><br>He then turned to Vision.<br><br>"I will need a more detailed audio description of the facility and the women you spoke of. Unfortunately, as pretty as I'm sure it was, whatever images you displayed when speaking was of no use to me. It doesn't have to be right now."<br><br>He turned his empty gaze to the rest of the room. "And the lady is right, since we will be working together, we have to know one another, so ... I'll try not to make this sound like an AA meeting."<br><br>"In case not all of you are from around here, I am known as Daredevil and I'm a highly-trained martial artist. I can fight, I am capable at infiltration, but I am, in fact, completely blind. My senses allow me to detect movement and form images of my surroundings - including people - and I can hear each of you's heartbeats yards away. However, I cannot see colors, text - other than braille - or any kind of picture that doesn't have a tangible or sound component. Hence my previous request. I assure you, however, that my skills are as good as you've heard. Oh, and I'm also a lawyer."<br><br>His tone was slightly cocky, but it was clear that he wished this speech hadn't been necessary. Having said his piece, however, he became silent again, bracing for the questions he expected the reveal of his condition would bring - to those who were not aware of it already. He was also curious about the others and their abilities, despite some of them being fairly obvious, such as Hellstrom's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 01:54:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Plotting - adendum<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> THE VISION! Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>"Oooh, yeah, also have non-working eyes. Well, most of the time, I can, sort of make them work, but it takes a lot of effort and since I have been blind for so long, well, the light hurts. My eyes are not used to it. But yeah, I can sense things around me due to the darkness power. Hence me saying I don't see too well." Julie gave Daredevil a small smile of apology.<br><br>There was, she suspected, something wrong with The Vision, which was worrying her greatly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>17-09-2019, 14:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> NYPD Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Introduction and cooperation.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Blake glanced over his shoulder at the yellow-suited woman who quickly approached him. As he waited for the elevator, he had time to hear her argument about why he should stay. His attention slowly turned back to gazing up at the floor lights as the elevator climbed. Acting as a liaison for the NYPD was something he could commit to. It would probably make their lives easier, especially when the Secret Avengers actually started kicking off and busting bad guys.<br><br>“I need more time to think about it,” he replied. “But I don’t mind actin’ as a liaison.”<br><br>The noise Hellstrom was making caused his eyes to narrow and brows to furrow irritably. Some of the Secret Avengers seemed to know who he was, but to Blake, he was a loud-mouthed nobody. He had plenty of drama with Firestar, and Blake wanted nothing to do with it.<br><br><em>Ding!</em><br><br>The elevator arrived and Blake stepped inside. He then turned toward Firestar. “Just give me a day.”<br><br>As the doors started to close, he overheard the hologram say…<br><br><strong>…Detective Campbell.</strong><br><br>A chill passed over his body and Blake immediately thrust an arm between the doors to get them to roll back open. He stepped through with wide, grey eyes staring at the red A.I. or whatever it was. It knew his name, but not only that, it supposedly had assigned <em>HIM</em>, a case.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font">Campbell is everything all right?</span><br><br>It was Siobhan. She was worried. He had taken longer than normal without giving her updates.<br><br>“You assigned <em>me</em> a case?” Blake repeated incredulously. He had a brow raised at Vision and a look that read: <em>Who the hell do you think you are?</em> Did the Secret Avengers have moles in the NYPD watching him? No; that seemed more like SHIELD’s style. Were they working together? So far, it seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He crossed his arms before his chest, the sleeves of his uniform tight around his biceps as he scowled at Vision. He didn’t like to be manipulated, and the Avengers, SHIELD, whoever the fuck was doing it, was getting on his last nerve.<br><br>One of his hands rose to grasp his radio as he quickly added without radio discipline: <span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font">I’ll be down in a minute.</span><br><br>“I haven’t said ‘yes,’ but if I do have this case, and it involves me stoppin’ some drug from gettin’ out and makin’ my life a pain in the ass, then I’ll handle it and assist any way I can.”<br><br>The Secret Avengers started to introduce themselves at the lead of the blind female. She didn’t give her name but she explained that she had the ability to manipulate darkness and couldn’t see beyond a hundred yards. Daredevil; he knew about him as much as he wanted to. The super hero had his respect and gratitude for helping the NYPD on too many occasions to count.<br><br>When introductions came around to him, Blake uncrossed his arms and started, “My name is Detective Blake Campbell. I was born and raised in Queens, New York if you couldn’t tell by my accent. My favorite color is blue; I like the dark licorice balls at the bottom of those milk teas; and I like chillin’ at the beach (Alert: Blake’s attempt at a joke). I’ve never been a part of any super hero team. Costumes…eh…tights, not really my thing.”<br><br>It was right at the front of his lips, and he felt the secret clenching his heart. <em>You were abducted. You’re probably not even human anymore</em>, he heard his conscience tell him. Blake didn’t feel comfortable sharing that detail with them. He didn’t care that they were heroes. They were still strangers and just because some guy ran around in tights saving lives didn’t mean he was all of sudden so trustworthy that he might as well give him his social security number.<br><br>“That’s about it,” Blake ended. He glanced around the room. “I don’t think your Tagar girl is here anymore. If she was that girl who walked out, then I might be able to track her down if ya give me her full name.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-09-2019, 12:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/8a/9e/7b8a9ee7d3039337f52d6fe171f9e162.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The Roof to the skylounge.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Vision, Hellstrom, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Angelica hoped Blake would work with them, given her history with the New Warrior's she was used to working in a team which focussed on more urban issues then the world at large. Other heroes were still active which meant another team of Avengers must be Visions Alpha team if they were the Beta. The handsome police officer turned to look at her as he entered the Elevator and he simply stated to her that he would think about it. But having the police on side would be a big step forward for them as a unit. Angelica knew JJ Jamerson was still running his mouth about heroes and trying to destroy their reputations like he had with her good friend Spiderman. She hadn't heard from him and she wondered if he had been on the doomed mission with the other Avengers? The streets of New York wouldn't be as safe without the web head and Angelica swore to herself she would take up some of the slack in that regard. She watched him leave and as she did he said he needed a day. "Il be here same time tommrow." The red head called after him as he left. Maybe this was all too overwhelming for him, it was rather overwhelming for her as well. She turned and headed back into the lounge and she instantly saw Cipher had vanished, her heart sank alittle, the one person she knew had decided not to stay. Maybe Cipher didn't want to get emotionally attached to a team that could end up dying on her....just like the X-man had. Angelica wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the reaming heroes as well as the holographic image of the Vision. She frowned, but she knew she needed to ask this question if they were going to be moving forward as a unit. "So who`s going to be team leader? Kinda An important job that needs to be filled." She said hoping that Daredevil would take the job as she didn't fancy taking orders from Hellstorm who she really didn't trust. She herself had been a leader for a brief time of the Young Allys but that had been a total disaster and she only got the gig as she was the oldest one in the group at the time, but she had been so overwhelmed by the responsibility of it the group ended up splitting no sooner then they had formed. This was going to be a serious operation and they were going to be dealing with heavy stuff, she figured the Devil Of Hell`s kitchen had been a hero the longest in the group and as a result was the most qualified to lead this team. He was the only candidate in Angelica`s mind that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>20-09-2019, 09:45:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/Hellstorm.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/99/97/9b/99979b70e0b1fa74d852bbc519c2c41f.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> &nbsp;Daimon Hellstrom (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310000.msg15059925#msg15059925)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Finland-&gt;Hotel-&gt;The Avengers Tower <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Listening to a stupid little girl mouth off<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Madam Satan, Firestar, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Damian listened to Blackout then Daredevil list off some of their skills and abilities. It made sense, you needed to know what you were working with when in a new team. The Defenders were an interesting group to be part off, you had virtual gods like Silver Surfer, Dr. Strange and Namor beside people like Devil Slayer and Hellcat, yet they all were useful and worked well together when they were called to action.<br><br>Two non sighted people in one group, what were the chances. It felt like an inclusion sort of group, the blind with Daredevil and Blackout, the solidly challenged with the Vision, the low IQ with the redhead claiming to be Patsy's friend. He wasn't sure about the cop who basically fled the scene as soon as he walked in on them. <br><br>She came back after failing to bring the cop into the fold...and didn't offer what her powers were but really he doubted it was much beyond fire generation and manipulation, maybe flight.<br><br>"<strong>As I said before, I'm Daimon, son of ...a bunch of devils, its complicated. As to powers...great strength, control of Hellfire and the Flames of the Faltine...magical fires with different properties other than just burning, I can feel mystic forces and have been trained as a sorcerer by Dr. Strange. I can fight and have a doctorate in the occult and comparative religions and can speak a number of languages.</strong>" he leaves out all the different spells he has because he figured they would get it since he said he was a sorcerer. <br><br>He glances at the redhead when she says they need a leader.&nbsp; "<strong>I'm not sure we know enough about each other to just nominate someone. No one here is Captain America. Why not wait to see how we interact and who actually can come up with a plan when things get hectic and chaotic? Besides, I personally dislike the idea of needing a leader. It implies that everyone else isn't thinking or responsible for working out a solution to the problems at hand.</strong>" <br><br>It was rather clear that the redhead fancied Daredevil for the spot of leader. From his knowledge of the man in red, he acted alone, fought quietly in the dark. Leader put him out in the spotlight where some of his combat training as an infiltrator would be compromised. But literally anyone but the redhead would be a good choice. He had no issues with following someone who was a balanced thinker and could come up with strategies using everyone's powers and strengths to best effect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>21-09-2019, 23:24:41</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Daredevil_Logo.svg/671px-Daredevil_Logo.svg.png)</div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NF2N2nL.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content</strong>: Plotting and scheming<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers, Vision<br><hr><br>"I agree with Hellstorm", he replied once the half-demon had finished his piece. "I don't think we need an elected leader at this point. Besides, we seem to already have one."<br><br>He pointed at Vision. <br><br>"The AI has already organised everything, starting from us being here to our mission. It seems to me that we already have our Professor X of sorts, whether we like it or not."<br><br>He observed a short silence before continuing.<br><br>"I don't fancy myself a leader at any rate. It's not a responsibility I feel I should take. Now, what we need to decide is how we attack this problem. We need information on this facility and this organization. Perhaps this is where you come in, officer."<br><br>He turned to Blake and waited for his response, or for anyone else's intervention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>22-09-2019, 13:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/8a/9e/7b8a9ee7d3039337f52d6fe171f9e162.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The Roof to the skylounge.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Vision, Hellstrom, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Angelica looked over as Blake as he walked back into the room. The only one who was missing was Cypher who had gone elsewhere, Angelica found it disappointing that she had gone. She didn't really know any of these guys other then reputation and that put her at a disadvantage, but that was how it was when she joined the New Warriors back in the day.&nbsp; So she was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, get her head down and trust in herself and what she was capable of. Hellstorm made a observation that none of them standing in this room were Captain America and he thought it was best they learned how to work together and see how they got on. Angelica had worked with Captain America before and she knew how hard he worked in the leadership role. Daredevil agreed with Hellstorm that they didn't need a leader as Vision the AI seemed to have everything in hand, after all he had contacted them all and brought them all together. As such Angelica hoped they would be able to work as a unit and her own personal dislike of Hellstorm would have to be pushed down. She had all these pre convinced thoughts about him because of Patsy. Angelica was going to be professional and do what was needed to sort out this situation in Hells kitchen. Firestar cleared her throat and addressed the remaining heroes in the room with her. "Why don't we get in our civilian clothes and go down to the Kitchen. Maybe we could poke around and see what we could find?" She said as she looked from one face to the other. "We draw attention in these costumes. Maybe if we just look like regular New Yorkers we wont draw any attention?" She said as she pulled off her red mask. "Angelica Jones. If were going to be working together I guess we don't need to keep the secret identities anymore. Plus, I trust you guys." She said with a nervous smile. She still had her farther to protect, he was her responsibility and if any of her enemies ever found out about who she really was he would be in danger. Angelica didn't really have any one on one nemesis like say Spiderman had the Green Goblin. But she didn't want to risk her fathers life, her own life was another story, she accepted that fate every time she put on her costume, but he was just a regular joe who happened to have a superhero mutant daughter. She didn't really know Hell`s Kitchen all that well but it was Daredevil`s home turf so at least having him in the team was going to be a massive bonus. Maybe he would know where they could start looking for this Drug Operation which had taken root there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>22-09-2019, 15:02:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Wolfie may joint post for speed!</span></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br><strong>Time and Date:</strong> 9/10/2019 | Mid day<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fuck all this. Maybe I should just fuck off back home??<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The soon to be Secret Avengers<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.treksinscifi.com/babedaily/babes/2014-01-24_Steamgirl.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Plotting - adendum<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> THE VISION! Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Julie took off her dark glasses and stashed them in a pocket of the denim jacket revealing her all black eyes to the whole room, well, to anyone in the room who could see. The darkness absorbed all light, nothing was reflected, it was like Julie had two impossibly black and improbably deep holes in her face, it was disconcerting, most physical mutations were, but as humans we pay special attention to faces, Julie's was quite, quite wrong and certainly remarkable.<br><br>"Julie Parish." The Julie put forward, "What you will find in the kitchen, which is back there," Julie pointed indicating the direction she had entered the lounge from, "is a half eaten can of ravioli that I was into before everyone else showed up." She offered an apologetic smile, "I will be along in a minute. I have to do something first."<br><br>She wandered over to close to one of the walls where she was scanning one of then many microphones in the room, "Vision, could you please dispense me a concealed in ear comm and let me know if&nbsp; you can locate Cipher for me please? I would like to talk to her." Another X-Person on the team, someone Julie could have instant trust and faith in, would be ideal, she wouldn't try to con Cipher into joining this venture, just tell her why Julie herself was going to and see what happened.<br><br>Vision had indicated that Cipher was about halfway down the stairs and not taking them at speed, Julie strode towards the stairwell doors indicated, there were several stairwells in the building it was important to choose the correct one, and opened the door. She couldn't scan too far down due to the limitations in her scanning ability, she risked concentrating hard enough to try to unshroud her eyes for a few moments, but the light, she needed to work on this a lot more, her eyes were so out of practice dealing with light and focus, the muscles had atrophied and would need a lot of work to recover. Yeah, no, she could hear faint footfalls a fair way down though. Now she could run after Cipher, but really, that didn't seem wise, not at all. Julie stepped back into the building.<br><br>She popped the comms unit she had been dispensed out of it's packaging, activated it and pressed it into her ear, the device formed to her ear and blended itself to match her skin tones. "Vision, please guide me to another stairwell." she took the directions, and arrived at another set of stairs leading down. She heard the lights flick on as she entered, efficient. Now running down would be good cardio and she was tempted, but this required expediency.<br><br>Julie opened her mouth and a pair of long thin tendrils shot out, one latched to the handrail at the top of the stairs, the other hung, for the time being, loose. She lifted herself with the solid black matter and set to lowering herself rapidly down the gap in the middle of the stairwell. Tendril over tendril, she cleared several floors at a time, much faster than running, she stopped about half way down at a landing, "Vision, please let me know when I am sufficiently bellow Cipher that I can meet her on a landing as she comes down, but be there before she arrives, so she doesn't see me come through a door?"<br><br>The AI informed her that she needed to lower herself another seven floors at her current pace, this was done, with another tacked on for good measure, she then had Vision guide to her Cipher's stairwell, descended another half level to the midway landing and lent on the wall and waited.<br><br>Cipher represented home and family, she was an X-people, which made her automatically someone that, if Blackout was going to be along for this crazy ride, she wanted to have at her back. There was a certain kinship and camaraderie from that experience at the mansion.<br><br>Cipher had resumed her normal mode: visible, able to be heard though she still moved with soundless steps. She could have remained as she was, could have hidden away to avoid those who might look for her, might search her out, might stop her before she had physically escaped the confines of the Tower but she figured she was safe enough. After all, they had to be talking, right? And the cop? He had taken the elevator. He would be long gone.<br><br>Her thoughts were a whirl of supposition. What did they really want? Why had they been called now? It wasn't as if this problem was new. It wasn't as if these things required someone of her skills. She could phase and be wholly invisible but none of that meant anything, not really. So why in the fuck did they need her? Granted, the rest of the group was pretty self-explanatory. They had fuckin' Dare Devil for gods' sake! It was only her inclusion she pondered. Well, her's and the cop with the perfect ass. What powers did he have that meant he'd been included besides having an in with the NYPD?<br><br>She had just turned a corner when the small one caught her eyes. Julie? Blackout. Power over darkness. One who had been as quiet as she was, who had withdrawn when things went to shit. With only a slight pause, a need to phase through the wall and head down to avoid this conversation, Alisa continued until she stood right before the young woman.<br><br>"Okay. Obviously, you knew I was gone. Who else? And...what do you want?"<br><br>Julie smiled and held up her hands, "I don't know who else, I noticed you were gone because, you know, Xaviers. Because you are an X-Person. As to what I want... I want to do this, I want to help, I want to try to figure out what is going on and to try to remove this poison from the streets. But I want someone along that I can trust, who has my back and has my best interests at heart. Another mutant. Someone else trained by Scott and Logan and Henry and Jean and Charles. Someone who I can count on. And yet..." Julie smiled hugely, "I also will not ask you to, or cajole you in any way. I would like to ask why you left." <br><br>The small woman with the big hair tilted her head, dark chocolate eyes glancing toward the toes of her shoes. "I needed a chance to think. Like why spring it on us now? Why wait until shit was so dire that they are forcing this without a proper meet and greet? Most of us have disappeared, yeah I know. But obviously, they knew how to find us LONG before now. It just seems cagy." She paused. Shook her head, curls flying. "I did not leave because I have no interest in helping. I left because it just doesn't seem right."<br><br>She shifted, allowing a sound, pitching her voice so that it held just the merest trace of a purr. "I miss the Institute. Jean's school was never my home. The Institute, Professor's school...that was home but I don't think that group upstairs is gonna work out so well. Hell two of them hate each other, you know??"<br><br>"I know, The Vision seems wonky, there is something off there? I didn't know him well before, but yeah, I don't think he was so cavalier in the past? As for people not liking each other, well Logan and Scott were never best of friends, but yes, it helps to have at least professional respect for each other's competency. The mage who smells of sulphur... He is going to be a problem. Just one of many reasons I would like to have an ally or two on this job." Julie smiled a little thinly, "I want to help, I want to help make the world a better place, to be the change, all that stupid and cliche crap. Hell I have been trying to stop the Morlocks killing each other the past couple of years despite all that the tunnels did to ME in my late teens, clearly I have all the screws loose and few tightened. But I do want to help." Julie shook her head a little at herself, "You could well be the most sensible one here wandering off honestly. If I were trying to con you into joining us I would be doing a terrible job right now eh?" The English girl sucked on her lips for a moment, "It's been too long since I had someone to talk to honestly, since I could trust those around me, since I could just relax for a few moments and not be on the look out for a knife in the ribs. Morlocks be crazy. The thought of having a team again, of working with others I can trust and count on, is really, really good. But yeah, there are cracks in this group before we start and I have serious reservations. Now, I am going to do it anyway, because clearly I am a masochist, which is odd because I always seemed more of a top in my head." A small smile, "So. I am going back up there and I am going to try to make the best of this craziness and ask The Vision what the fuck is up with his code. You don't have to come with, but if you do I will give you the biggest fucking hug ever."<br><br>Alisa listened as the slender female spoke, that velvety alto purring along in contemplation. Of course, every word was more than truthful. Even the intonation announced as much!!&nbsp; Cipher scratched at the back of her head, and nodded. "I think Hellstorm will be alright. Well, if he and Firestorm don't burn the place down."<br><br>More words spilled from a mobile mouth as Julie continued, not saying anything that wasn't almost completely agreeable. Her reasons for sticking it out were a jumbled mess but in the end, it boiled down to: "I want to make a difference." as well as "I need to have a team." While the darker-skinned young woman understood, and agreed, with the first...she found herself on shaky ground with the second. A team could die. Frankly, she was unsure if she could handle that...again.<br><br>Finally, with a headshake at her own ridiculousness, Alisa spoke again. "Fuck it. I'm coming..."<br><br>Julie's brain flagged the statement of 'Fuck it. I'm coming...' and she smiled hugely, then paused, "See, if I said that, it would come out filthy." then she returned to being jubilant, she stepped in and hugged Alisa close and tight, the hug went on for almost a moment too long then the English woman stepped back, "Thank you. I wasnt' kidding about the hug." A glance up, "Ah, did you want to head back up the quick way or the slow way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>26-09-2019, 03:26:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br><strong>Time and Date:</strong> 9/10/2019 | Mid day<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content:</strong> And I'm back. Dammit Blackout!!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The soon to be Secret Avengers<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br><br><hr><br>The quick way meant thick tendrils of darkness wrapping around railings as a third held Julie's head stable. Somehow, Alisa had ended up wrapped around the delicate frame of the tiny woman, dangling from her like a pretty sloth from a tree limb. Almost as soon as the pair arrived on the correct landing, the dark-skinned woman released her grip and stepped back. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That was both creepy AND cool. Why did I not try that shit out sooner?"</span> <br><br>Then, Alisa strode back into the room, her husky contralto offering up an introduction. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Yeah. Alisa, code name Cipher. I can pass through anything, walls...people. Make myself unheard. Block all but the strongest of telepathy. Obviously, invisibility is a thing. I worked with the X-men, both the originals and the Young Ones. Trained by,"</span> Her voice broke and long moments passed as she got herself together. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Was trained by Cyclops and Jean for infiltration, espionage."</span> <br><br>Alisa took a step back and settled her small form against a wall. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Y'all gotta plan?"</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>30-09-2019, 06:45:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Daredevil_Logo.svg/671px-Daredevil_Logo.svg.png)</div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NF2N2nL.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content</strong>: Plotting and scheming<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers, Vision<br><hr><br>Matthew drew a cocky smirk at Firestar when she removed her mask and introduced herself as Angelica Jones. "Good to meet you. I'll keep my costume on if you don't mind. I don't mind a little attention", he joked. Even though they all knew his identity at this point, he did not feel at ease unmasking, as he felt there was still some protective aura to his Daredevil identity, in addition to preferring to keep both of his identities as separate as possible. "Given how long this place has been abandoned, I'm pretty sure we don't want to mess with anything we find in the kitchen. Don't trust the dates either. You'll be much less attractive in that bodysuit of yours if you have salmonella."<br><br>Matt nodded as the two women returned. He gave Cipher a smile as she enumerated her abilities and he studied her. She was powerful - a former X-Man (X-Woman?). He noted the emotion in her voice when she spoke of Cyclops and Jean but did not mention it, even though he was tempted to give her some comforting words. Perhaps if they find themselves alone at some point. <br>"Good to meet you, Cipher. We're actually working on that. In fact, those abilities of yours will certainly come in handy when it comes to investigate this facility and find out exactly what we're up against. I can find us ways to get there through the back alleys without being detected. Or make them wish they didn't detect us. I'm fine with either."<br><br>He turned to Angelica Jones again after leaning back against a piece of furniture again.&nbsp; "On second thought, if they have any beer in there I could use one."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-10-2019, 13:53:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7b/8a/9e/7b8a9ee7d3039337f52d6fe171f9e162.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Angelica Jones (Firestar)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> The Roof to the skylounge.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Vision, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>Angelica smiled towards Daredevil, her friend Felicia Hardy was correct in saying he was very charming, he had that dangerous thing going for him as well which added to his appeal. The last thing she needed was to get involved with another superhero romantically so she did her best to keep her eyes front and centre. He joked they shouldn't really eat something given this base of operations had been abandoned for awhile. "Probably not a good idea." She agreed with a nod towards the man who wouldn't reveal his real identity. But the truth be told most people suspected he was the criminal lawyer Matt Murdock, it was a rumour flying around and Felicia had all but confirmed it when she told Angelica and the girls about her one night stand with him. Cipher then asked them if they had a plan and the room fell silent, without anyone talking on the leadership role it seemed that they were just fumbling their way through things. Hellstorm vanished in a sudden cloud of smoke, it seemed he didn't like the idea of been asked to be a secret Avenger ore whatever. Angelica hide a smile, she was glad that jerk wasn't staying given her feelings towards him. But it did mean they were now one member short. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing, Hellstorm was always a solo player and he could turn on them at any time. "I think we need to find out where Rachel Leighton is hiding? Given she is our point of contact? Maybe some Police connections could help?" She said as she looked over in the direction of Officer Blake Campbell.&nbsp; Angelica had never gone up against Dimondback and she didn't know squat about her, maybe the Vision AI would have a solid lead for them?
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>05-10-2019, 16:51:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://jessicajayneauthor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/phq83x3ccovopo.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Blake Lloyd Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310417.msg15069284#msg15069284)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> NYPD Uniform<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Police Car<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Headed back to the police station<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> N/A<br><strong>MUSIC:</strong> About the Money - T.I. (https://youtu.be/etfIdtm-OC8)<br><hr><br>It was a meditative walk back to his car. After walking away from the gathering and emerging back outside, it felt like a dream. He gazed at Siobhan who pouted at him from the window as he took his sweet time to walk over to the car. Blake walked around the front and opened the driver’s door. Settling back into his seat, he glanced over to Siobhan as she sat there with her arms crossed.<br><br>“So? Did you find anything?” she asked.<br><br>“No; not really,” he replied.<br><br>“You should have let me come with you. Why did you expect to find anyone in such a big building all by yourself?”<br><br>Blake felt so mentally exhausted that he didn’t even know how to respond. Siobhan noticed the look on his face as he adorned his seatbelt and started up the car. She uncrossed her arms and asked in concern, “Blake, are you all right?”<br><br>“I’m just a little tired,” he replied. “We’re gonna head back to work. I got somethin’ I need to look into.”<br><br>“Okay…”<br><br>The ride back was quiet. It was a little uncomfortable. Blake was usually a quiet person but the silence coupled with the contemplative look on his face made her wonder what happened in the building. Had he received a negative text about something? When they stopped at a traffic light, she glanced at the radio and then reluctantly turned it on. She sank back in her chair and looked out the window to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks for the song that happened to be on seemed a little girly and didn’t really fit the mood.<br><br><em>Shit, this is awkward</em>, Siobhan thought as “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea played on the radio. She turned her head, peeking at Blake to see that he didn’t seem bothered and his mood hadn’t changed much either. She had to get rid of this awkward air! “What do you like to listen to?” she asked him.<br><br>Blake glanced over at Siobhan. She started to fiddle with the tuner. “I can find maybe some country or classic rock or something…”<br><br>Blake smiled a little and answered, “My music isn’t always appropriate.”<br><br>Siobhan stopped and stared at him. “What do you mean? Do you listen to EDM or something?”<br><br>“Don’t judge me all right.”<br><br>That was probably what he needed. He needed some music to take his mind off of that recruitment pitch or whatever that was. He picked up his phone and thumbed through the security and a music app. He then handed it to Siobhan as he continued to drive.<br><br>“Go ahead and plug that in.”<br><br>Siobhan glanced at the name of the song and the singer and looked at Blake in disbelief. “No…”<br><br>Blake grinned softly and repeated, “I said don’t judge me.”<br><br>Siobhan plugged in the aux cable and adjusted the volume. Her hands went straight to her mouth when she watched an officer of the law rapping to such a profane song. He was making hand gestures and using no filter.<br><br>(However, the lyrics were filtered for E)<br><em>If it ain’t about the money…<br>Don’t be blowin’ me up, *****I ain’t gettin’ up<br>If it ain’t about the money…<br>Ain’t no use in you ringin’ my line, stop wastin’ my time…<br>If it ain’t about the money…<br>Nah I can’t even hear what you say, I ain’t finna do shee~t~<br>If it ain’t about the money…<br>Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch ***** miss me with it.<br>TURN IT!</em><br><br>Siobhan laughed and clapped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing or seeing. Did anyone else in the force know this about him? She was going to keep it as their little secret.
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>06-10-2019, 20:51:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/0/02/All-New%2C_All-Different_Avengers_Vol_1_13_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20181110152047)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vision<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sky Lounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Firestaar, Madam Satan, Hellstrom, Cipher, Blackout, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br>The Vision listened to requests and started up the proper machines to carry out the tasks at hand.&nbsp; <strong>"The material presented is being printed up to be available to all who require it.&nbsp; I do have to ask such material not leave the tower due to security concerns, at least at the moment. <br>While Officer Campbell did display some...reluctance, I do believe he will be present at the crime scene tomorrow evening, one hour after sunset.&nbsp; I can also arrange the shift change to happen and to make certain there is a minimalist presence at the scene.&nbsp; For all here, communication devices, as well as the latest Avenger's stealth technology will be crafted and available now I know who has been committed to the mission.&nbsp; The technology prevents any modern means of recording.&nbsp; Audio and visual records will be rendered ineffective.&nbsp; Eve legacy and antiquated technology will not work.&nbsp; As to leadership potential, for when the team enters into a combat situation, Daredevil, followed by you, Ms. Parish are the ideal field team commanders."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JFD99</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 02:17:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c5/Daredevil_Logo.svg/671px-Daredevil_Logo.svg.png)</div><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NF2N2nL.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Daredevil<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Daredevil Costume<br><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 9/10/2019 | Mid-Day<br><strong>Location</strong>: Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content</strong>: Plotting and scheming<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Secret Avengers, Vision<br><hr><br>Matt remained eerily motionless and offered no immediate response or reaction as he listened to Vision. After the AI was done with his explanation, he nodded. <br><br>He wasn't keen on being considered a leader. Leading generally implied a level of responsibility over how the mission progressed and its eventual success or failure that he wasn't accustomed not, not to mention having to see to the safety of his teammates. Working alone was simpler. If he failed or died, that was on him, and no one else had to suffer. That was particularly true since Foggy and Karen had died. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen would hardly be missed. <br><br>He corrected his own thoughts : there was Jennifer, who knew him more than either of them ever did - both of his identities. Nevertheless, having responsibilities over more than his own life didn't appeal to him. <br><br>"If I must, I will lead, but I'm no babysitter. I expect everyone to know what they're doing before we go anywhere", he grumbled. "Does this mean we're done here, at least as soon as the printouts and the devices are finished?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 02:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/0/02/All-New%2C_All-Different_Avengers_Vol_1_13_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20181110152047)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Vision<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Costume<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sky Lounge<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Firestaar,&nbsp; Cipher, Blackout,&nbsp; and Daredevil<br><hr><br>While it was not a gesture either Blackout or Daredevil could witness, Vision did incline his head, but he also spoke at the same time.&nbsp; <strong>"The printouts of all intelligence, as well as the schematics in raised impressed three dimensional printed documents of the facility are currently available.&nbsp; The devices will not be till tomorrow morning, so everyone who is, as Hawkeye would say, "in", will need to come by tomorrow before heading to the warehouse at the appointed time.&nbsp; Until then, we are indeed finished here."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 03:20:57</strong>
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				<br><strong>NAME:</strong> Julie Parish (Blackout)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Black well polished army boots, black jeans, black blouse with frill collar and cuffs, black denim jacket with many enamel pins, black sunglasses, white and red stripped cane, black M73 Ski Cap reproduction with gold piping.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> Sep 10, 2019<br><strong>TIME:</strong> Mid-Day<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Avengers Tower -&gt; Centeral New York<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Plotting - adendum<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> THE VISION! Hellstrom, Cipher, Firestar, Law and Daredevil<br><hr><br><br>Julie gestured to Daredevil and pointed to a side room she knew to be a small lounge area from both her active scans and her earlier exploration.<br><br>Once they were alone her hand went to the bridge of her nose, "Yeah... Sorry. Don't want to lead particularly either. Yes I caught the twitch when you were nominated," She smiled knowing that she had reacted in similar fashion, she had, had more than enough of leadership lately with the bloody Morlock council to last her, it was a challenge and an important one, but it had also become a burden of responsibility. "I am damn sure Vision can hear us here, but, something seemed off about him and... I am not inclined to place all my trust in someone I don't know personally and have only a reputation to go on? Okay, this is a machine, an artificial intelligence, one that Stark and Rogers trusted, but... I don't know this creature, never met him. This Avengers thing... It is far beyond what I would choose for myself you know? I had my hands full keeping the Morlocks from exploding especially after M day! So many of them lost their powers and so many old scores and old wounds and boons people didn't see the need to repay any more... Yeah. This thing with chasing minor supervillians about? It isn't my thing, but I will do it because... I have history with being forced into situations against my will and because there are other people on this team that will need me. But with you and I nominally in charge the thing we have to be hyper aware of is that the joke is going to be that it is the blind leading the blind. So yeah, nip that in the bud and use that joke first before someone else does eh?" Julie smiled. "Okay that's my brain dump for the afternoon..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: EMH Avengers {RPG} Avengers Tower New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfling72</strong> on <strong>12-10-2019, 23:00:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Cipher.2.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Alisa Targar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.phptopic=310417.msg15065563#msg15065563) AKA Cipher<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leggings and a cropped tee in black, Doc Martens<br><strong>Time and Date:</strong> 9/10/2019 | Mid day<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br><strong>Content:</strong> Picking the leaders | Offering snark<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The soon to be Secret Avengers<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THNEolxBmso)<br><br><hr><br>It was the man in red who spoke first, his gruff tones a balm to battered nerves. <br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Good to meet you, Cipher. We're actually working on that. In fact, those abilities of yours will certainly come in handy when it comes to investigate this facility and find out exactly what we're up against. I can find us ways to get there through the back alleys without being detected. Or make them wish they didn't detect us. I'm fine with either."</span><br><br>Alisa nodded, and then flopped back against the wall, her thoughts running in circles like mice in a maze. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Let me point out that for the initial scope out, I can get in and out while not being seen or heard. I blank myself hard enough? No heart beat, no footsteps, no deep down thoughts. Hell, I was in the Institute for three months before Jean noticed me and that was a combination of her strength and me letting the shields go! Goin' in, excuse me, blind is just stupid. Those charts and layouts ain't the same as having actual eyes on."</span> She paused and allowed herself to ruminate a bit more as Firestar spoke up.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> "I think we need to find out where Rachel Leighton is hiding? Given she is our point of contact? Maybe some Police connections could help?"</span><br><br>Alisa nodded again, her face thoughtful. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"I am thinking that's why the hottie with the perfect ass was brought in."</span> The dark-skinned woman glanced around. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Hell! When did he leave??'</span><br><br>Her gaze was drawn to the hologram as it (he?) proffered up some pertinent information and printouts for those who required it even as words were given.<br><br><strong>"While Officer Campbell did display some...reluctance, I do believe he will be present at the crime scene tomorrow evening, one hour after sunset.&nbsp; I can also arrange the shift change to happen and to make certain there is a minimalist presence at the scene.&nbsp; For all here, communication devices, as well as the latest Avenger's stealth technology will be crafted and available now I know who has been committed to the mission.&nbsp; The technology prevents any modern means of recording.&nbsp; Audio and visual records will be rendered ineffective.&nbsp; Even legacy and antiquated technology will not work.&nbsp; As to leadership potential, for when the team enters into a combat situation, Daredevil, followed by you, Ms. Parish are the ideal field team commanders."</strong><br><br>A moment of silence and then Alisa started to giggle while glancing around the room. She swallowed her thoughts completely but still that merry giggle rang out. It wasn't that the pair were visually impaired though she gave no fucks as to whether or not they took it that way. No, the giggle was drawn up and out by the idea that anyone could corral this herd of cats. No matter how awesome Blackout and Dare Devil were? They were gonna have their work cut out for them. Eventually, the giggling stopped and she released her reasons for the mirth.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Don't take my laughter as being at your expense. No, I was just giggling about the idea that anyone could get us all working together without a lot of hemming and hawing. Hell, I am used to goin' in alone. That is what I DO!"</span> She grew serious for a moment.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"That ain't to say I won't listen, you dig? BUT when it comes to infiltration and espionage? No one here can match me. No one. Cyclops and Jean made damned sure of that."</span><br><br>Daredevil asked the query that was on everyone's mind after he and Julie were appointed field commanders. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Does this mean we're done here, at least as soon as the printouts and the devices are finished?"</span><br><br>Gods, let Vision say yes!! Thankfully, he did.<br><br><strong>"The printouts of all intelligence, as well as the schematics in raised impressed three dimensional printed documents of the facility are currently available.&nbsp; The devices will not be till tomorrow morning, so everyone who is, as Hawkeye would say, "in", will need to come by tomorrow before heading to the warehouse at the appointed time.&nbsp; Until then, we are indeed finished here."</strong><br><br>Alisa clapped her hands briskly and grinned widely before speaking, <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">"Sweet. Ima get drunk and then get laid, in that order. See, y'all tomorrow."</span> With that, she faded from view and was gone.
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