Avengers Grimm: IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 02:52:39</strong>
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				<em><strong>The lands of myth and legend are not the self-contained stories they were thought to be, but a united world, with every culture's fairy tales and fables living in a delicate balance, four continents separated by an X-shaped ocean, each divided into the various ethnic regions. There is understood to be a fifth 'continent', but it exists in a nigh-unreachable realm above wherein only the most powerful of beings dwell and bestow blessings or curses upon the lesser beings, while also serving as the source of all magic and power in the world.<br><br>Some beings have the ability to tap into that limitless power, but have restrictions upon how it is wielded. The Djinni, for instance, can perform any feat of magic their masters desire, but only in the event they are conjured and commanded; their power and personal freedoms are restrained by this safeguard against their corruption, and no master could gain true dominion with only three wishes. None of the Djinni seem to remember why they have been condemned to such a fate but it must have been a truly harsh crime in a previous life that expelled them from the place the dead go for their eternal rest and chained them to their eternity of slavery. Few other beings ever attain that level of raw power.<br><br>One Djinn, however, did not accept their fate without a fight. Twisting every wish their hapless masters made, always bringing them to the brink of death and attempting to force them to free him from his lamp with their final wish in exchange for a promise of mercy, but failing every time when they chose to spurn him and earn death than to let loose such a horror upon the world unrestrained, Rumplestiltskin was a fearsome beast indeed, but man's greed never failed to tempt them to take the risk of rubbing the lamp of a Djinn that might very well be the legendary monster himself.<br><br>On one occasion, Rumplestiltskin attempted to dispense with his vindictive approach, by gaining the favor of what would be his final master, or rather, mistress, and gave her her heart's desires in hopes she would believe he was in love with her, and made her fall in love with him with his feigned charm and generosity. She freed him with her final wish, hoping they would live a mortal life together, but be happy and want for nothing with what her first two wishes had gained her. Instead, he buried her in the sand up to her neck and left her for dead in the blazing sun the moment he was set free. After all, it had taken infuriatingly long for her to fall for his insufferable ruse do what he had manipulated her into doing.<br><br>His freedom had not come without its disadvantages, however. His life was no longer eternal, nor was his magical power limitless. His connection to the higher realm beyond the veil was lost, and only by drawing upon his remaining skill could he replenish his magic and prolong his own existence. He would still grant wishes, but now they were given only in exchange for something else, whether a physical object, a favor, or merely a promise. He started building his strength up slowly, wandering the streets of the largest desert kingdom there was, preying upon the desires of the beggars and other such riffraff, whose wishes were simple but still gave him a boost in strength, and by the time he was done, he had enough to sink the entire city, palace and all, into the sand, annihilating both his benefactors and everyone else who had no idea what kind of demon was in their midst. With many of them dead, his obligation to fulfill their wish after the deals had been made evaporated and he kept the bulk of the energy generated by that fateful handshake. The drawback to this was that any deal he could not keep his end of, would result in his immediate demise. He had to be careful how he worded his arrangements, but had centuries of experience twisting things to mean just about anything in his favor.<br><br>He set his sights on loftier goals and decided that if the higher realm would not welcome him, he would settle for the entirety of the mortal realm falling under his dominion. But he could not do it alone. Nor would an army suffice to spread his influence. He needed peers, others of power and ambition, but of course none quite as powerful as he himself, they might get too many ideas about who ought to be in charge and challenge him. As long as he could remain top dog, even the most legendary of warriors and spellcasters would bend at the knee before him. So he set out, forcing every ordinary person he could come across to submit to his rule, join his army, or be put to death as an example to anyone who would oppose him. His war with the order that kept the worlds in balance had been declared loud and clear, but had so far been confined to the Southeastern region of the Eastern Continent. However, he was very near the coast and could thus invade any of the other three continents at any time. If there was ever a need to oppose a force by bringing together warriors from every corner of the world, it was now.<br><br>Only one person had the resources necessary for instigating such an endeavor; Snow White. Her access to the master Magic Mirror could connect her to any and all other mirrors in the world, both for sending messages to any who would listen, as well as using them as gateways for transport from any mirror to any other mirror, so long as the master Magic Mirror remained intact. If those who were willing to listen to the call would step through the mirrors and meet at what would become known at the Heroes' Summit, the world might just stand a chance of defeating Rumplestiltskin and preventing the world from degenerating into a dark, desolate place.<br><br>This ability to view things remotely alerted Snow White before any other kingdom received word of Rumplestiltskin's foul deeds, and a pre-emptive strike force was dispatched to deal with him before he grew any more powerful. It did nothing to deter the foul devil, and cost Snow her beloved. More than that, it clued Rumplestiltskin in to Snow's secret, and he would be watching her in just the same way she would watch him, though he couldn't make use of the mirrors in the same way. So while she had shown her hand first and he was able to beat her in this first round, she still had far more options than he. It did have one more unintended effect, however; Rumplestiltskin had become quite infatuated with the most beautiful in all the land, and now sought not to obliterate her like all other opposition, but subdue her, tame her, make her submit, and become his Queen. What great King had no fair maiden by his side, after all?</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>22-11-2017, 03:54:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Snow%20White%20badass_zpsgjfgn0rj.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Location</strong>: Southern Germany {Southern part of Germany belongs to Snow White}<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>This whole set, with her hair down (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=231314737[/URL) <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Striking the first flame of resistance<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Azula the Blue Fairy {Whose profile will come tomorrow} &nbsp;(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/blue%20fairy_zpsapziriwx.jpg[/URL) <br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Potential champions against Rumpelstiltskin</strong></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>Snow White stood before the tall gilded edged mirror that hung upon the wall, the fingers of her right hand curled thoughtfully beneath her chin as her milk chocolate brown eyes gazed at the white face of the wise spirit residing in the mirror... the mirror had offered her some... interesting options, for lack of a better way of putting it...<br><br>“Are you are certain about these individuals?” Snow asked softly, her eyes narrowed slightly in deep thought “Can we really trust them in our battle against Rumpelstiltskin? We can have no margin for error that Rumpel could take advantage of”<br><br>“Nothing is certain, my fair queen... but these individuals have potential to effect the tide of this fight, I have sensed an aura of destiny around each of them. One way or another, they will become involved... it is up to you, Snow White... in what way that will be...” The eerie white face replied “Rumpelstiltskin searches for you... I have been able to shield you so long as you remain in the castle, but you cannot remain so forever... you will have decisions to make, my queen...”<br><br>Snow wore a serious expression upon her lovely face and nodded, she knew the spirit of the mirror was correct... she couldn't afford to be idle with uncertainties, there were choices to be made and those choices had to be made sooner rather than later... or else, the consequences would be most severe. Snow White did not have any doubts of that.<br><br>“Cu Chulainn... the monkey king, Sun Wukong.. The great wolf of fear calling himself Bigby... Red Riding Hood... Kitaka the kitsune... most of these of whom are of neutral allegiances as you've told me...” Snow White murmured softly, turning from the mirror briefly to slowly pace back and forth across the mirror chamber... these neutral parties were going to be risky to attempt to recruit, she had no idea if they would turn on her for a more 'tempting' offer from Rumpelstiltskin... was there no other way?<br><br>Turning to the mirror again, Snow White heaved a great sigh “Are there not heroes in our lands devoted to the Light? Can you not see them, spirit?”<br><br>“I... they shrouded at present, I do sense others, but... I cannot clearly see them, I do not know why... perhaps it is simply not yet time...” The mirror replied “You must act, Snow White... you know this... caution is good... but being overly cautious could spell out your doom in missed opportunities”<br><br>“Your wisdom is obnoxious...” Snow White grumbled softly, but eventually sighed “But quite correct nonetheless... very well... I will immediately instruct Azula to send the located potentials an invitation...”<br><br>Turning away from the mirror, Snow White smiled softly “Azula, I know you are listening, would you be a darling and come to me, please? I am in need of your aid”<br><br>A ball of soft sky blue light materialized before Snow White in the center of the chamber, the ball of light expanded vertically to five feet and four inches of height before it began to shimmer and solidify more and more until a woman with long blue hair wearing a sheer blue dress that just barely hid her... private... areas...<br><br>“My Queen... I am ready and eager to assist you however I can” The fairy vowed, taking a couple steps forward “What shall my queen ask of me?”<br><br>“The individuals I viewed in the mirror... I want you to deliver an invitation to each of them to the palace to discuss joining forces against Rumpelstiltskin, I want you to spell the invitations so that when they sign their names on the bottom in agreement to a peaceful talk, a traveling mirror will appear in their possessions... I also want you to spell the mirrors to return to the palace immediately in the event that any of these individuals could betray us. Rumpelstiltskin must NEVER get his hands on any of my stepmother's mirrors”<br><br>Azula, the blue fairy, gave the exquisitely beautiful queen a serious nod “Issue me a letter, my Queen and I will ensure each individual you requested will receive a copy”<br><br>Snow White smiled and nodded “Excellent”<br><br>An hour later, each individual would find a parchment envelope in a place they'd be the most likely to discover it quickly... inside it would read as thus...<br><br><strong><em>The time has come that our world is calling for Champions to defend her, the treacherous tyrant Rumpelstiltskin threads everything we have all held dear and I for one, will not just roll over, expose my belly and allow him to do with us and our world as he pleases. Will you?<br><br>I know what some of you might be thinking, this is going to be a dangerous and risky fight... and you are quite right... but if you sit idle and do nothing, Rumpelstiltskin will spread his reach further and further until you too are swallowed up in his web of shadows... do not think that he will ever end this dark crusade of his until every square inch of our world bares his foul taint and each and every one of us has become his slave. There is but one choice left to us, we must stand up and fight back! We must fight for our lives, our homes and our families, we cannot allow this villain to crush up beneath the heel of his boot as if we are nothing but a simple insect upon the earth!<br><br>Stand with me, stand with me and resist Rumpelstiltskin. I will holding a meeting to occur tomorrow night at my castle, you have until sunset tomorrow to sign your name at the bottom of this letter... should you choose to sign and attend the meeting to discuss together how best to begin our greatest resistance, you will receive a magic traveling mirror... just touch the glass and it will open a portal the castle's great hall. A servant will show you to a chamber where you may rest until the meeting.<br><br>P.S...<br><br>Don't worry, you'll be able to freely use the mirror's traveling capabilities after you've officially decided to join the resistance.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>~Snow White</em></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>22-11-2017, 21:11:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/471/569/large/kevin-hou-original-prbq-0dd600004dd5125f.jpg?1443929380)</div>Who: Bigby<br>Where: Southern Germany<br>What: Making an appearance<br>With Who: Snow and others<br><hr><br>Bigby had made a point to wander. His potent powers of fear meant that no border was closed to him, for he simply stirred up the fear of what he might do if he was rejected. He never acted on these threats, never needed to and never wanted to. The taste of fear varied from country to country, and he enjoyed sampling the local delicacies. Fears ranged, but he had noticed when the fear began to turn. Everywhere he went, the fear was slowly changing to a threat of an unknown invader, a fear that to him tasted of stale bread and watered down soup. <br><br>In short, Rumply, as he was beginning to call the creature, had annoyed him. <br><br>He was well aware that Snow was looking towards him. He could sense the mirror's own fear of seeking him out-and who wouldn't be afraid of gazing upon the very primordial essence of fear itself? For this reason, he was already making his way towards the castle that Snow White resided in. She was afraid, he knew it. And that fear had caused her to call him. That was courage, and he was always happy to lend a hand to those who presented courage. At least, he was now.<br><br>He took the parchment, and while he did not intend to read it, his finely honed intuition told him to do so. This was a good idea, since signing it would allow him to quickly travel to Snow's castle. He didn't mind walking, but teleporting was faster, and speed would be helpful. His signature was a drop of blood-he had no true name to sign, so instead he used a symbol of fear. A single drop of blood inspired more fear than a thousand dead bodies.<br><br>And the drop was enough, as the mirror was given and the portal was made. Of course, his mere appearance was enough to cause a minor panic, a panic he quickly quelled by raising his hand. "I mean no harm. I have come to speak with the lord of this castle." Yes, Snow was a lady, but he was incredibly old fashioned. "Our friend Rumply has angered me. I wish for him to know my wrath. So for now, we are allied." This did little to alleviate concerns, but they would at least receive him. <br><br>He was shown to a room, where he might rest. He had no need to rest, but he would patiently wait. As much as he enjoyed wandering, he had stirred enough fear. Even Snow herself might feel a chill down her spine simply by knowing that he had arrived. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-11-2017, 16:29:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/ab51/f/2013/238/b/4/b4f037a9c8c3929ac0dcda9def6b97df-d6ju4wh.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Who:</strong> Sun Wukong "The Monkey King"<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Kita, Snow, Open</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The only reason Sun was free from his prison was because of the Djinn. The foul one planning to corrupt and darken the world with his evil magic. Buddha himself had appeared in the Monkey King's mountain prison that had been his home for the past five-hundred years. He told him what Rumplestiltskin had done, what he was planning to do if he wasn't stopped. And Sun's freedom was directly tied to the Djinn's fate. <br><br>As long as he, and whoever else stood to fight him won, then Wukong would be pardoned, and made a true equal to Heaven in Buddha's eyes. So he had plenty of reason to answer the call when it came out. And when that was, was when he and his beautiful new traveling companion Kit; who he'd met shortly after being freed from his prison, had been on for about a day or so? He looked down at the cloud and wondered; the cloud responded, telling him it had been indeed slightly longer than a day since he'd summoned that piece of Nimbus as transportation.<br><br>&nbsp;The missive had simply appeared, nestled into the cloud itself. Very impressive magic someone had access to it seemed. Plucking the letter from it's nook, he opened it and quickly scanned all the way through. The only tampering was as the letter said, and once they signed they'd get further gear and instructions. Once he'd finished, he laughed and kicked his legs playfully off the cloud before passing it over to Kit. "Heheheh, looks like Snow White has sent out a call to arms. <br><br>It's worded rather funny though," he said as she seemed to be trying very hard to get people to join her cause. He didn't understand why though. Her cause was just, Rumplestiltskin was evil, and if allowed to succeed the world would be plunged into darkness. How could anyone say no? He <em>literally</em> couldn't as Buddha had tasked him with this, so he didn't have much choice; even though he would've joined regardless. He supposed some people just needed kicks in the pants though. <br><br>"So, Kit? Are you coming with me through the looking glass? There is important work to be done, and by helping <em>me</em>," he paused to point a clawed finger at himself. "You help, <em>you</em>." She knew it to be true. Sun Wukong was a good person at heart, and when he made promises, he kept them. He could offer her much. Riches, fame, fortune. Even a place in Heaven's Court alongside him if she wanted. The first Kitsune elevated to a Heavenly Rank; she'd make history. All she had to do was say yes.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>25-11-2017, 19:24:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Mideast Desert Region Near Coast<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Overseeing aftermath of a victory<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open</strong></div><br>Surrender or be destroyed. There was no third option. Rumplestiltskin would not stand for any insubordination whatsoever, so any place he came across would have to agree to fall in line, or just fall. So much time was spent shaking hands, sealing the deals that empowered him, but every life that pledged itself to him was guaranteed to be spared, so long as they would agree never to betray him in addition to serving him in whatever capacity he demanded at the time of the deal. People were divided according to their aptitude. Able-bodied men were to march in his army, others were to do whatever else was needed like farming, making clothes and weapons, and the like. He never tired of making an example of any who dared try to raise a hand of resistance, and for some reason, it never seemed to get them to completely cease their petty rebellions.<br><br>Being inhuman made his desire for intimate company less prevalent but he did appreciate a pretty face and shapely body. He had those young maidens who fit his aesthetic criteria feed him, wash his feet, massage his shoulders, whatever he pleased, as he was carried around on a luxurious golden carriage, almost like a portable tent but shaped like a miniature castle. There was room for an ornate and spacious bed, and for small tables with whatever food he desired, but not much else. He wanted to be able to leap forth from his throne at a moment's notice should the need for his power to enforce his law upon anything or anyone they came across.<br><br>Ten horses pulled the portable palace along as it was flanked from every direction by what was now 400 men, their families mercifully spared and back at home in towns now flying Rumplestiltskin's flag. With a snap of his fingers, Rumplestiltskin could transport the contents of whatever shipments and offerings were prepared by the towns and placed in a designated area to wherever his army now marched, so nothing would ever need to be hauled along with them, and only when quotas were not filled or any items missing or sneaked in without authorization would he need to transport himself back there and find out just what was going on. So far that particular form of disobedience had not occurred and he was glad of it. He didn't want to start experiencing that sort of disruption before he had expanded his reach to at least one of the other continents.<br><br>Ah, but where to go next? So many tempting locales. Maybe to the North, to find a Troll army to serve by his side? Though dim-witted they would surely be far easier to make loyal to him with a promise of darkening the skies so that they need never fear the daylight and be turned to stone again. Or...the West, where that first army of deliberate intervention had come from. Whoever had sent them certainly deserved to be made an example of, and deserved far worse than simply losing the military force they had sent. The names of royalty from around the world had not been meaningful to him through his long life and had always changed from the time of one master to another, so whatever the climate currently was politically, it escaped him as of yet. But if news was to spread as fast as it would begin, what with bad news spreading like wildfire and he being the worst news in centuries, he would inevitably find out who was aiming for him, and what they were doing to prepare for him and his darkness.<br><br>He understood the limits of his power, and what little his mere mortal army could do, especially if they came across a powerful agent of good who might actually convince them to turn on him if they believed there was a chance he could be defeated. He needed to recruit agents of his own, with power to fulfill his more grandiose orders and whose names would also strike fear in others as did his own. Gaining their loyalty might be a bit more of an issue if they were used to being the top dog of their little circle, but then, having that circle expand to the entire world might just be the right incentive to buy their loyalty. But his time stuck in his lamp made him unaware of who to seek out, or where. He would just have to improvise. If only he had access to something like the fabled Magic Mirror. There was nothing he would not part with in order to gain possession of that gem, something that could do so much and yet require none of his own power to utilize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 03:35:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://smite.gamepedia.com/media/smite.gamepedia.com/4/4f/T_CuChulainn_CC_Card.png?version=b4322db6979213a77218f8dcdb31cbb7)</div>Who: Cu Chulainn<br>Where: Home -&gt; The Palace<br>What: Introduction<br>With Whom: Fand (NPC) -&gt; Open, Bigby mentioned<br><hr>Summons through a mirror; who doesn't have a mirror? Well, his wife was prone to avoiding them for some peculiar reasons, but the Fae were a capricious lot, but he got the message loud and clear. Evil afoot. Bad stuff going down. Warriors needed. That meant a challenge, and to be frank, there hadn't been a good challenge for the warrior in quite some time. No, not in a good long while. <br><br>Fand was beautiful, even by the impossibly ethereal standards of her kind; she quite literally floated across the ground as the two discussed things, blood <acronym title="in Celtic mythology, has a strong association with the Otherworld, as well as violence">red</acronym> dress with forest <acronym title="A color preferred by the Fair Folk, though the tendency is to have green be the main color, and not the trim">green</acronym> trim bristling about in a wind that did not exist. Her onyx <acronym title=" ill omen; a sign of death, illness, plague, bad luck, or the Unseelie Court.">black</acronym> hair shined in the dim lighting of their abode as she fussed over him, while he donned his battle gear. "You're not going to leave your children fatherless, are you?" "Of course not. I intend to win this. Have I ever lost a fight?" <br><br><br><acronym title="another color strongly associated with the Otherworld, as well as death">Gray</acronym> heels clacked down on the ground as the <acronym title="Proper spelling of 'Banshee', i.e. a death-sensing spirit">Bean Sidhe</acronym> considered her husband. "Besides, there's a good chance Aoife will be on the other side. I still need to kill her." "As long as you don't bed her. That didn't go well last time." "Why do you think I turned down Morrigan?" Ahh, yes, the two could readily be identified as a married couple as they went back and forth with this seemingly endless bickering. "It's fine, Fand. I'll return. Maybe with a few heads to play hurley with." He said with a laugh.<br><br>The Fae woman bit into her wrist, and smeared blood on his face. Not red, as one might expect; but her blood was <acronym title="Faeries are almost never described as having red blood; many legends say it is white or green. White is yet another color associated with death.">white</acronym>, almost like chalk. She painted him up with a woad-like war-paint. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't, killer." She practically purred, and when done with her macabre markings, handed him his spear. "Go on, then. I must mind the children, and make sure they don't drink too much pollen punch." <br><hr>When he arrived at the castle, it was already geared for war; armor, marching boots, his monster-bone spear that could kill just about anything in one hand, a hurley stick in another, along with a small satchel of hurley balls at his side. And his face had a weird shimmering-magical-white glow to it of freakin' war paint, designed to evoke terror in those who peered at him; as if the geometric patterns constantly churned, as if alive, forming symbols of death. Skulls and bones, ravens, sarcophagi, burial mounds; symbols of war and strife like crossed swords, and snapped spears. <br><br>Understandably, first impressions with the servants don't go very well, because he looks like he's about five seconds away from slaughtering everybody, but things cool down when he introduces himself in an actually proper and formal manner, and mentions that yes, he did, in fact, come geared for war, because "That's the point, isn't it?" <br><br>When he's escorted to his room, he doesn't actually spend any time resting. Rather, he just spends it working out; also eating an exorbitant amount of food, which no matter what the servants and cooks do, is probably going to be bland to him. He's grown rather spoiled on Fae delicacies, which are not particularly healthy for mortal consumption, and rather difficult to acquire outside the Otherworld anyways.<br><br>Now, if Bigby is around close enough to 'feel' it, Cu Chulainn may actually register as an anomaly... this man doesn't actually seem to fear anything at all. Like, there is not giving a fuck, there is being too stupid, and then, there is Cu Chulainn who, whether it's just supreme arrogance or something else, just doesn't have 'it'. Except for one thing... friendship, ironically enough. He is, if one could forgive the pun, a lone wolf. Ever since what happened with his sworn brother, well, he's just never been able to have actual friends; that is precisely the singular thing he fears these days.<br><br>He doesn't even fear for his wife, or his children, because Fand is a <strong>death faerie</strong>. <em>People do not mess with Bean Sidhe for very good reasons. </em> Also, he's pretty sure that his son could decapitate someone with a wooden stick. Takes after his father. So, you know, they'll be fine. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 05:29:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Kitaka "Kit" Tori<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Sun, Snow, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>Kit took the letter, noting the thin paper and the tidy words that rested so neatly on an invisible line. There was no artistry in this script, but at least it was orderly. The words and thoughts, however, seemed chaotic and panicked. "It smells like fear." Kit said scornfully, pressing her lips into a thin line. Of course these people were afraid. She had heard of this man. She'd heard of him and the things he'd done and wanted nothing to do with the whole thing. Sadly, however, it seemed her host was determined. She gave the legendary figure a reproachful look. She knew it was in vain, as it was unlikely to bring him anything more onerous than amusement. <br><br>Glancing back down, she found herself annoyed by the choice of words. Rolling over? Flashing her belly? Who was this person who used these words so freely? It often irritated Kit when humans tried to adopt the mannerisms or features of animals that they felt were cute or somehow made a statement or that they thought were fashionable and trendy. They didn't know what it was like to have to live with those features whether one liked it or not. Of course, they would enjoy those things, when they could take them off and go back to a life where they weren't hunted and terrorized for sport. Humans were so selfish. <br><br>"You want me to save humans from this?" She said angrily, rapping at the page just once with the back of her hand in indication. "At the expense of my own tails? Sign my own name and alert a presence I've never met to my existence?" Kit sighed. In all likelihood, the letter hadn't been intended for her at all. She was no champion of anything and far from it, preferred to remain aloof of the goings-on to better find herself out of the range of such things as violence and vengeance and other unpleasant factors involved in a life of heroism. She had responsibilities, after all, as the last of her kind. <br><br>With a sigh, she tried one last effort to dissuade the cloud-riding lord beside her. "Who shall bind me to this, hmm? You?" With the letter, she jabbed the air in indication of her companion. "Bind me to words agreed in order to find out what the proposal is. I do not like this. I do not like the idea of agreeing before I know what I'm agreeing to." Scowling, she thrust the letter back into his hands. "Sign it first." Her petulant tone was, nonetheless, defeated. Even with only that grin, she knew she would never convince him. But she was far too curious of what was to be said, what was to be offered, not to at least take the opportunity to find out. <br><br>Besides, she could always flee later, if it came to that. <br><br>"Only then will I." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-11-2017, 07:44:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/ab51/f/2013/238/b/4/b4f037a9c8c3929ac0dcda9def6b97df-d6ju4wh.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Who:</strong> Sun Wukong "The Monkey King"<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Kita, Snow, Open</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Of course it smells like fear, dear Fox," he said with a sniff of the air that carried from the letter. Indeed, if fear could be made substance then this would have been drenched in it. "The Queen is no fool; she knows the power the Djinn posesses. In fact, those who do not fear him are either foolish...or <em>me</em>, hahahah!" Kita gave him a look; that look she used when she didn't like a situation and wanted him to know it...even though she knew that was the extent of it. <br><br>Canting his head to the side, he feigned a look of ignorance before winking. There would be no turning away from this. Even he had to obey Buddha, and the Djinn was his task. So the Djinn would die by the Equal of Heaven, Sun Wukong!! Her anger at the letter caused her to smack it one good time, asking if he wanted her to put her life on the line to help humans. <br><br>"Well, I'd say yes if I knew it would do any good, but since I know it won't, no. Not humans. Fuck the humans if that's how you feel. I want you to save the <em>world</em> by my side. Think! If Rumplestiltskin wins this war, what is not destroyed will be corrupted, and all that remains will belong to him. There will be nowhere to hide, even for you. Buuuuut," he teased on a much happier note. "If we win, then we shall be living Gods, welcome among Heaven and Earth. You will have fame and riches and power beyond your imagining. I may even be able to strike a further deal with Buddha regarding your people." <br><br>Was it a bribe? Oh absolutely it was, but Sun was a Monkey who would always follow through on his promises. She continued to find reasons to be upset and hurried. He nodded or hmm'd through all of them until she shoved the letter back into his hands and said she would sign only after he did. "...Okay," he said and casually scrawled his name across the line at the bottom. "Your turn now, I believe, hehehehe, oooh ooh."<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 06:07:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Kitaka "Kit" Tori<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Sun, Snow, Open<br><br><hr><br><br>He thought he was clever. Or maybe he WAS clever. There was a certain degree of insanity where it was hard to really know. Instead, she simply stared at him as he went on about the sort of riches and rewards he could promise her. It was very nice, of course, in its own way, but Kit was far too stubborn to admit that it could be helpful, even if only to make her comfortable as she whiled away her years. Of course, then Wukong hit - knowingly or otherwise - on the precise thing that might make it all worthwhile in the end. <br><br><em>"I may even be able to strike a further deal with Buddha regarding your people."</em> At the words, Kit's gaze drifted far away, off into another world that presented itself only in her mind, where the paw-pads of every sort of Kitsune criss-crossed every vast range of the eastern continent once again. Where all the destruction that humans could do was powerless to stem the power of her ilk from every edge of the glistening seas to the heart of every metropolis. That.... was an incredibly attractive offer. <br><br>And yet, what if she were destroyed in the process? Then, none would be bound to do as she dreamed, losing her legacy for which she'd gambled the blood of the last Kitsune. Her people would fade entirely from the world, until all that were left were the loathed humans. The ease with which Sun signed the scroll perturbed her. So easily he signed his life away! Technically, it occurred to her, she hadn't promised to sign if he did. For an instant she weighed the option of going through with it against the option of turning him away. It was deceitful, but technically right, the sort of trickery she had been known to pull on humans before the stone Monkey King. But he had been kind to her when many might not have done, and that while knowing what she truly was! She wanted at the very least to maintain her integrity where he was concerned. <br><br>His mad laugh brought the slightest of amused quirks to the corner of her lips which was quickly smoothed away with a sigh and a put-upon shake of her head. "Sun-Sama." She intoned with the even-keel of politeness and the drawl of enforced formality. "If the humans themselves do not kill me, surely keeping company with you will serve their cause just as well." It took her a moment to recall what figures comprised her true name, doing the best she could at presenting the written name as carefully as the appropriate craft of calligraphy could accomplish from her position flying on a cloud inhabited by a man-sized monkey, and the materials with which she could work. <br><br>Kit was getting the feeling this was about to become a metaphor for what her life was going to be like. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>30-11-2017, 21:57:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/ab51/f/2013/238/b/4/b4f037a9c8c3929ac0dcda9def6b97df-d6ju4wh.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Who:</strong> Sun Wukong "The Monkey King"<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Kita, Snow, Open</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Clever was on the right path, but not a proper word for what Sun was. A "clever" person could only do so much. He on the other hand had somehow managed to brute force his way into Heaven, win the fight, and after a short amount of time in prison because they told on him to Buddha, now he was in a position to become their direct equal, and have the God in his corner. What was 500 years to an immortal? A boring time, but aside from that, a drop in the bucket. Clever people wished they were Sun. <br><br>A clever person wouldn't use the thought of resurrecting an entire race to convince a stubborn fox to continue on their journey with them. And he did not do it lightly or without cause. Buddha was wise beyond understanding, kind and compassionate. He would hear Sun's plea for Kita, and he was confident he would right the wrong caused by the humans. Sun Wukong was a trickster, but he was a not a liar. Finally, his companion caved, signing her name in lovely calligraphy next to his.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hahahaha, dear Kitaka," he used her whole name, showing he was serious in this moment. "I don't know how much my word <em>actually</em> means to you, but I swear this. No human, nor anything else in this world shall harm you while I stand at your side. If you are hurt, I will heal you. And whoever did it, will suffer more horribly than they can fathom; even Rumplestiltskin himself." To prove the swear was genuine, he drew several glowing symbols in the air that circled both of them and then centered around before seeming to fade into their skin.<br><br>&nbsp;"That oath is as binding as the one I follow under Buddha. I swear, Kita. I will keep you safe if you just trust me." When the ink from both names had dried, a mirror appeared. He tapped it's surface and then they were both just at Snow White's castle. <br><br>When they arrived, he hopped off of his cloud and slammed a fist into his hand; the most respectful form of greeting in China aside from kowtowing to the Emperor. "SUN WUKONG, THE MONKEY KING, HEAVEN'S GLORIOUS EQUAL! KITAKA TORI THE KITSUNE! WISE BEYOND MEASURE AND BEAUTIFUL LIKE THE SUN! We have answered the Queen's summons and are here to offer our services in destroying the Djinn!" Loud, over the top, and noticeable. Definitely Wukong's style.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 00:35:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/58/03/e8/5803e8e17bc5a12dee14be939265569b--disney-cruiseplan-disney-princess.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location</strong>: Southern Germany -&gt; Snow’s Castle<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Arriving<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Sun Wukong, Kitsune, Bigby<br><br><hr><br>Green eyes fluttered open. Enough meditation, enough communing with the forest around her, for now. She was hungry! <br><br>The red-hooded girl sat in a meditative lotus pose upon a giant toadstool, with trees all about. Birds had gathered above, and small mammals below, while she meditated, as was oft their wont. <br><br>They did not beg or scramble for food when Red pulled her picnic basket into her lap. She hummed to herself, and more than a few birds sang along with saccharine sweetness. She fished through her basket, and just as warm smells wafted out - she happened upon a letter she certainly did not remember adding to today’s lunch. <br><br>She unfolded and read the thing. It was not going to be a quiet peaceful day after all. <br><br>Just as she signed the thing, she noticed also a pocket mirror in her basket. She picked it up, brushed her hair, and saw the image of a castle replace the reflection of her own face. <br><br>She looked closer. Then it seemed there was no mirror at all - only the image of the castle, rising high in front of her, for real. <br><br>She heard a booming voice. <em>”SUN WUKONG, THE MONKEY KING, HEAVEN'S GLORIOUS….”</em> <br><br>She looked over and saw the boisterous speaker. It became clear from his announced intentions that he had received a summons much like her own. <br><br>She tilted her head, curtsied to him and his female companion, and replied in a comparatively demure voice. “Sun Wukong, was it? I am Red. Sounds like I have come to the right place. My errand is that same summons.”<br><br>With that, she marched forward. She felt prickles and tingles run through her body - not from the imposing castle itself, but a certain presence. <em>The</em> Presence. A flush ran through her body. An emotion she had discovered to exist on the far side of fear, a transcending acceptance, akin to pleasant surrender, for if death was inevitable to all, there was naught for it but to enjoy the sensory richness of life. She whispered, “Bigby, my lord…is that you...I am here.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>04-12-2017, 07:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/471/569/large/kevin-hou-original-prbq-0dd600004dd5125f.jpg?1443929380)</div>Who: Bigby<br>Where: Southern Germany<br>What: Acquaintances<br>With Who: Red, Sun, others<br><hr><br>Red and he had a history. A very intriguing one. She had been one of the few to embrace fear, to stare it into its eyes and make it blink. "My lord? That is far too formal for you, sweetling." He said as he emerged from the room he had been given. He had been brought out by Sun Wukong, a being he knew well for being as fearless as they came. Not out of courage, out of recklessness. He was impulsive, and while his supreme immortality and other powers gave him no reason to need courage, it was still a form of "courage" he didn't quite appreciate. True courage was hard to cultivate, though, and if someone started out reckless, well, all the better if they eventually developed the caution to make true courage. <br><br>He returned to where a strange assortment had gathered. Two legendary heroes of old tales, from opposite ends of the world, a kitsune who feared her race going extinct, and of course, sweet Red. "I would have thought you wanted to be greater then Heaven, good Wukong. But I suppose some restraint is warranted, after all, you did get pinned under a rock for some time." The tiniest smile could be seen under the hood. <br><br>The servants moving away from him served as his introduction...though he looked, for now, as no more than a feeble old man. Hell, he even sounded like one. He had adopted the look of the crazed hermit living on society's fringes. It was what humanity feared the most, after all-the one who lived alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>05-12-2017, 03:55:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Snow%20White%20badass_zpsgjfgn0rj.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Location</strong>: Southern Germany {Southern part of Germany belongs to Snow White}. In the throne room&gt; making her way to the great hall<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>This whole set, with her hair down (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=231314737[/URL) <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Getting know to people before the 'official business' meeting happens<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Azula the Blue Fairy {Whose profile will come tomorrow} &nbsp;(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/blue%20fairy_zpsapziriwx.jpg[/URL), NPC housekeeper Gertrude<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Present castle occupants[/floatleft]<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></strong><hr><br><strong>{Azula}</strong> "My dear queen, you have a couple guests in the castle now, shall I have meals sent to their guest rooms?" Azula inquired, shimmering in beside the throne where her very young queen sat deep in thought "Or perhaps you might wish to dine with them tonight? It might do you some good to have someone to talk to around here other than just me"<br><br>Snow White looked over at the cerulean haired fairy with a soft tender smile "Are you implying your company is not enough? I for one think you are a wonderful friend and our conversations are quite treasured in my heart... however... I suppose your later suggestion does have benefits, it may help talks go better tomorrow if we all know each other a bit better... and what better way to get to know people than over a meal?"<br><br><strong>{Azula}</strong> "Your father loved having dinner with friends... I sometimes think I can still hear his warm laughter in the great hall..." Azula murmured softly and then sighed softly before regaining composure "I shall have them summoned to the great for halls for supper in one hour, shall I have dinner sent to their rooms if any choose to decline the invitation?"<br><br>Snow White nodded "Yes, I do not want them thinking that I am trying to force myself down their throats, I would very much like it to be their own choice to sit with me tonight for dinner"<br><br><strong>{Azula}</strong> The blue fairy nodded and waved one hand in the air, blue sparkles whirling around her fingers for a minute or two before she snapped her fingers and the sparkles vanished in a small glittery burst "There, all done. Each of them should find a dinner invitation in their hands now, instructing them to come down to the great hall in one hour for dinner and friendly conversation. I mentioned as well that a meal would be sent up to them if they chose not to socialize"<br><br>Snow White smiled warmly and nodded "Very good, thank you very much, Azula... as for me, I think I shall go down to the great hall and see if Gertrude would like some help organizing one of the more intimate group tables for dinner... I know she prefers to do it herself, but I worry for her..."<br><br><strong>{Azula}</strong> "Your heart is so gentle and sweet..." Azula murmured after the raven haired young queen had already gotten to her feet and departed the throne room, her eyes softened "Do not let Rumpelstiltskin take that away from you... he's already taken so much, do not let him take away our beloved queen as we know her and love her as well..."<br><br><hr><br>"Are you sure I can't do anything..." Snow White fretted softly as she followed after the aging housekeeper around the large rounded table "It wouldn't kill me to put down a place setting or two..."<br><br><strong>{Gertrude}</strong> "No, no, Queen Snow White, I have it... you just sit down, child, your company is enough to make this old woman plenty happy" Gertrude chuckled, smiling at the warm young woman "Humor this old woman and let me be of use and help while I still got the breath in me to do it"<br><br>"Alright..." Snow White reluctantly relented, taking a seat in one of the chairs that already had a place setting, "Father always said you were stubborn in household maintenance, your way or the highway"<br><br><strong>{Gertrude}</strong> Gertrude chuckled merrily "Oh yes, your father was quite right about that, your dear Gertrude was quite the spitfire in her day. No one messed with me when I was doing my job, just took my orders and did as bid... those were the days..."<br><br>Snow White smiled gently "I'd say you still have quite a bit of that fire left, Gertrude"<br><br><strong>{Gertrude}</strong> "Never you forget it" The old housekeeper replied as she finished up the last place setting "Now, I've had my dinner already and I am heading up to bed, the serving staff should be along around the same time that your guests arrive. Take care now, Queen Snow White"<br><br>Snow White simply nodded and watched fondly as the old woman departed the great... she swore as she watched her that for Gertrude's sake, for the sake of so many other innocents just like her in various stages and walks of life... Rumpelstiltskin could not be allowed to succeed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2017, 12:26:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Kitaka "Kit" Tori<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Sun, Snow, Open<br><br><hr><br>It was almost a tender moment, as Kit listened to the Monkey King's oath. Whatever else she might have doubted about the man - his mental stability or his intent perhaps being to ruffle fur wherever he went - his intention of seeing his companions survive the coming storm seemed unquestionable. She felt as though perhaps she had no need of the way the oath seemed manifest and perhaps could have done without the way it sank disconcertingly into her skin, but the way with which he sought to put her at ease was something of a novelty to Kita. It left more than a little pride in her to be following him into the hall where the mirror had brought them. <br><br>She watched keenly from her position on the cloud, stepping off just as he greeted... the castle? It took a moment of looking around for Kita to notice the other figure nearby. She was about to offer her own greeting and a whispered attempt to inquire where they were, precisely, when Sun Wukong made it almost impossible not to be noticed. Kit nearly dropped her forehead into her hand as he shouted both of their names and felt more than a little uncomfortable at the way he described her. It didn't escape her notice his use of the word sun to do it, either. Clever monkey. <br><br>Perhaps he would not allow her to be killed. Perhaps it was his intent only to give her a heart attack. <br><br>The second figure made their way into the room and now Kita was beginning to feel uneasy. Despite the legends of the Monkey King - which Kit had reason to believe were at least somewhat accurate - the numbers were even. It would not be long, at this rate, before the two of them were outnumbered. Quietly, she came up behind Sun and laid her hand against his back, a reserved way to let him know where she was even as she positioned herself to peek around him at the aging newcomer. When she stepped away from Wukong, she still found herself behind his shoulder if not directly eclipsed by him. <br><br>All the better to have been sure the twitch of her lip in a snarl wasn't completely hidden from the man who poked fun at Sun. It wasn't quite a threat, of course, and it wasn't quite an insult, but whatever it was left Kit feeling as though she would rather be free of the old man's presence than anything else. She had a retort in mind, even pulled up her hand to point rudely toward the man before she realized she was holding something in her fingers. A look of confusion covered her face. It was written in the same style as the letter they had found, with the primitive block letters. The hand on Wukong this time was meant to draw his attention to her as she held up Snow's invitation. <br><br>"Again." She whispered, intending that only Sun would hear her. "Again, we are contacted. But no host has met us, yet." Her look towards the Monkey King was inquiring, a tilt of her head as though to ask what their response should be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-12-2017, 16:09:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://smite.gamepedia.com/media/smite.gamepedia.com/4/4f/T_CuChulainn_CC_Card.png?version=b4322db6979213a77218f8dcdb31cbb7)</div>Who: Cu Chulainn<br>Where: The Palace<br>What: Interacting with People<br>With Whom: Red, Bigby, Kit, Sun<br><hr><br>Too much noise. He was interrupted, and of course made curious by the ruckus of shouting, and more quieter sounds of indoor voices; it drew him out and into the halls, where he swaggered towards the rest of the group, casually swinging the monster-bone spear around the air, producing a faint humming noise.&nbsp; He was entirely mindful of his surroundings, and no harm would come to the walls, paintings, or any other such ornate decorations that would be placed in the hall as he strode towards them.<br><br>The spinning of the spear would stop with a resounding tap on the floor when he drew so close as to be at risk of injuring the others. He didn't particularly feel like doing that, as they didn't strike him as enemies at the moment. Enemies typically didn't banter in the hallways of the castle they were besieging; and he wasn't the only one summoned. His light armor was of a definite Gaelic design, with Celtic knots embroidered onto the cloth portions, and scenes of battle etched into the metal. His marching boots had a tendency to 'thud' wherever he went, so chances are good they heard him as he approached; if not the spear, then the boots.&nbsp; He had a hurley stick strapped to his back, and a satchel at his side that click-clacked and spoke of probably-metal things hitting against each other.<br><br>Though he was fair-skinned, there was pure white paint on his face, not too dissimilar from the Woad often associated with the Celts... except it's white, not blue, as commonly depicted. <em>And it moves. </em> Ever-churning, changing, forming new symbols and tableau upon his flesh. War; strife; death. Symbols, and not just limited to ones from Celtic folklore, but universal ones as well. Already armed and armored for war, he also... well, if anybody has a good nose on them, they might smell something a bit akin to 'blood' on him. It lacked the coppery-tangy 'notes'. But it still was a subtle smell of death, which rather clashed with the fact that he more prominently seemed to smell of berries and the woods. <br><br>"So, who are you lot, then? Also got a fancy bit of paper, I take it?" His mood seemed jovial. Then, a bit more pointedly at Sun, he spoke. "You might be of Heaven, but do you really think that means anything to some of us?" But he's sizing the man up. Hmm. He had the attitude... but he looked good, hardy, strong. Skilled. Might be worth training with. By the spirits, how long had it been since he'd had even a worthy sparring partner?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>08-12-2017, 16:14:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Mideast Desert Region Near Coast<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open</strong></div><br>His current holdings were not yielding optimistic results for producing an ally of notable talent. But then, this was merely one small corner of the desert and at the coastline, at that. It was not as though any mermaids would dare approach the shore without knowing they were going to be meeting friendly denizens of the land. So it had to be done the old-fashioned way, despite his misgivings about making such a grand announcement without having a permanent stronghold established, or a meeting place he could say they should always seek out; he was going to generate a small army of beastly carrier pigeons to relay his invitation into his newfound kingdom, promising riches and glory beyond their wildest dreams should they swear their loyalty to Rumplestiltskin, and a horrifically painful death should they refuse or stand against him. The carrot-and-stick approach seemed to have the best results over the centuries, from what he observed.<br><br>Sending these hardy, dog-sized flying creatures to the four cardinal directions, he would be sure to have the maximum chance of recruiting any prospective allies from the widest range of talent pools across the four continents. No sense putting all of one's eggs in a single basket. This did come with a slight and annoying risk, however; those who were uncertain as to whether they should stand against him alongside others would now have even greater incentive to band together knowing the threat was now knocking on their door and promising no mercy. Just by chance, but inevitably, one would find its way to Snow White's castle where those of considerable power were consolidated. The carrier birds were sensitive to such and drawn to it when it neared, so there was really no escaping it if one had the potential, they would find them and the message delivered. To ignore it put one's name on a list of those who would meet a bad end. But Rumplestiltskin was no fool, when the time came to deliver his brand of justice onto the unbelievers, if they threw themselves at his feet and begged to take him up on his offer upon seeing the glory of his power and wrath, he would cheerfully accept their surrender, with an additional proviso as part of the deal they would strike to ensure complete loyalty.<br><br>He could see and hear everything through the eyes of his avian homunculi, so he would know exactly whom they had approached and what their responses were. So to refuse the offer on paper was to refuse it to his face, and that would not stand. No, sir. But they still had the freedom to choose to doom themselves if that was their wish. Upon approaching the magnificent castle of Snow White, he was enchanted by its size and architecture, becoming interested in establishing that as his stronghold and capital of his new kingdom. But what awaited inside was an even more enticing prize. His avian emissary cawed like a diseased jungle cat as it swooped down to enter the base of what was to be the opposing army's base of operations, little realizing that the war effort had already begun in earnest and that he was showing his hand in a way that would only bolster their resolve. But so be it. Perhaps putting the fear in them would be a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-12-2017, 08:15:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/ab51/f/2013/238/b/4/b4f037a9c8c3929ac0dcda9def6b97df-d6ju4wh.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Who:</strong> Sun Wukong "The Monkey King"<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Kita, Red, Bigby, Cu Chalainn, Open</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> "Well met, warrior," he returned Red's greeting with a small bow and nod of his head. While talking to Red, he caught a whiff of fear on her. But she wasn't scared. Then he smelled more fear; far more than should be possible in one person. Turning when they entered, he laid eyes on the wolf himself. One of Sun's eyebrow's raised in an amused look when Bigby shuffled into the room and talked to his apparent servant, before jabbing fun at the Monkey King. <br><br>He took it in stride, looking over his shoulder toward Kita with a gentle smile. "Truth be told, I <em>am</em> greater than Heaven. After all, nothing they threw at me could stop me. They had to summon Buddha himself to imprison me under that <em>rock</em>," he finished with air quotes considering the rock he was trapped in was one of the largest mountains in the world. [color=darkred"So before you make light, fearbringer, I suggest you think hard on the power one must wield that I show humility to them. Before you are shown it yourself..." he paused before canting his head to the side and chuckling. <br><br>Sniffing again, Sun's nose wrinkled up. First fear, now a strange blood scent wafted into his nostrils. He looked toward the smell, which was soon coupled with the sound of metallic clanking and the thudding of heavy booted feet. A man strode their way, wielding a spear of bone and a strange design. The first thing he said was questioning what Sun's statement meant to those who didn't share his culture or history. Whether he believed or not, cared or not. The fact remained that Sun had defeated over 100,000 of the most powerful warriors in Heaven. Including elites, generals, and more. It took one of the most powerful beings in all of creation to defeat Sun Wukong!! "It means I brag for good reason." This man had guts to spare. That much was evident. Looking back at Kita, then own at the invitation in his hand, he pondered for a moment. "We will go to this dinner. See what's what while we fill our bellies." As he spoke, his tail flicked lazily back and forth, as if it operated without command from Sun himself. And maybe it did. <br></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-12-2017, 19:41:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/471/569/large/kevin-hou-original-prbq-0dd600004dd5125f.jpg?1443929380)</div>Who: Bigby<br>Where: Southern Germany<br>What: Acquaintances<br>With Who: Red, Sun, Kit others<br><hr><br>He gently moved his head towards the woman with Sun Wukong, as if expecting her to say something. If she had an insult prepared...he would take any. For he sensed that she was a woman full of fear, and while he had no idea who she was aside from that, in his hidden eyes, she was greater than every "great hero" here. She had put aside her fear, for whatever reason, and chose to come here. And even choosing to speak towards him was a decision worthy of respect, even if it was born of ignorance for what he was. <br><br>"I was complimenting your humility, Monkey King. It is one thing to say you are equal, it is another to say that THEY are equal to YOU." There was a smile, but under the hood, his eyes could not be seen. A deliberate choice. Eyes were too easy to read, and not showing the eyes made it easier to scare people. Something about hiding them was creepy, it seemed. <br><br>He suddenly stood up straight, no longer hunched over like a hermit with a cane. "Yes...let us go to this dinner." He said, even as he cast his gaze upward. But as he turned to head to the dining hall, he took Red aside. "It has been too long since we were together. And war brings us together. How has life been treating you?" He asked. He was chatting with an old friend, even if said friend led to his previous death. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>18-12-2017, 00:28:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/58/03/e8/5803e8e17bc5a12dee14be939265569b--disney-cruiseplan-disney-princess.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location</strong>: Southern Germany -&gt; Snow’s Castle<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Arriving<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Sun Wukong, Kitsune, Bigby<br><br><hr><br>Red giggled good naturedly at Sun's boisterous replayed continued antics. "Let us see what all this monkey business is about..." she walked near him and his foxy companion to enter the palace. <br><br>Her face brightened up at Bigby's appearance - a strange reaction, perhaps, to seeing an avatar of Fear, but, that was how it was for her now. She draped an arm over his and walked along. She curtsied when she saw the painted face of Cu Chu, and answered his group inquiry, "Greetings, sir, I am Red, I have answered a summons which, it seems, we all have." Red sensed a bit of good natured feather fluffing between some of the men in the group, and she moved along with the group and watched, quiet and entertained, and not without some degree of (mostly-)concealed arousal. <br><br>Aside, she spoke to Bigby, "Life has been quiet. Mercifully quiet...but perhaps too quiet. There's always this or that little bad business about me in the woods...gnomes stealing miadens' underpants, or trolls kidnapping them off entirely. I do what I can. There was one incident with two kids who fought their way out of a witch's candy house, which made me feel better about not being there for them in time. There had been naught of late, though, that seemed a part of something larger or truly troublesome."<br><br>She smiled up at Bigby, licking her lips as she looked over him again for the first time in, she felt, much too long. "I had been wondering about you, just earlier today...and if you had found trouble of late...or <em>been</em> trouble."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>22-12-2017, 02:20:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/471/569/large/kevin-hou-original-prbq-0dd600004dd5125f.jpg?1443929380)</div>Who: Bigby<br>Where: Southern Germany<br>What: Acquaintances<br>With Who: Red, others<br><hr><br><br>"Me? Trouble? Oh my dear delicious Red..." He couldn't resist making a reference to that one time he did try to eat her. "I am NEVER trouble." He also couldn't resist a little sarcasm. "But it seems that my role is becoming stranger by the day. Fear used to be so easy to inspire. Now secret men on the edges of town are derided as fools, not as scary hermits that will curse you. I may have to update my usual methods. An old dog learning new tricks."<br><br>"I have strange memories of our companions. Like I met them before, in another life...the warrior, the monkey, even the kitsune. The kitsune seems the most vivid...perhaps in a previous life we did meet, and the old memories are struggling to break free from the mist of time." He chuckled. "There I go being all strange and mystical again." He was a bit more direct then her looks and licks of her lips, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.<br><br>"You too look like old memories struggle to break free...but your memories are not as cloaked as mine. Or are you giving me that look because you can?" He asked, as he started to move the both of them down the hall towards where Snow would be. "Will our host need to prepare two rooms for us, or only one?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ff</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 00:30:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/58/03/e8/5803e8e17bc5a12dee14be939265569b--disney-cruiseplan-disney-princess.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Red Riding Hood<br><strong>Location</strong>: Snow’s Castle<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> as pictured<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Arriving<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Bigby<br><br><hr><br>Red bit her lip and her eyes twinkled to match. "One will suffice, yes. Nice and modest of us to minimize imposition on her host..." came her coy purr. For all that, another part of her mind was churning with the import of his other words of past lives. She remembered how, even in her own lifetime, she had known him to make one jump from one life to another, betwixt wolf and lumberjack, before her very eyes, even without her understanding at the time the events that unfolded. <br><br>"Oh, Bigby, I am sure you will adapt just fine, humanity will always concoct itself horrors enough for you to use as funnels to pour fear into them through. Of course, if the old dog does want some help learning new tricks...well, maybe I can help you figure out a few. I might have a few new tricks to try out running through my skull under my red hood even now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>24-12-2017, 05:34:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://184.154.208.218/~tforum/blu/giant_bird.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Mideast Desert Region Near Coast<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Controlling a Messenger Bird<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: All</strong></div><br>The monstrous bird carrying Rumplestiltskin's message of surrender or death was unconcerned with property damage and would have no qualms about crashing through a window to enter whatever residence it needed to in order to locate its intended targets. With such a concentrated cluster or extraordinarily talented magic-wielders or otherwise expert warriors, there was no question that Snow White's castle was the destination to seek out, and its unceremonious entrance was not to end at the abrupt shattering of wood and glass. Its shrieks and groans, "Gawp! Gawp!" as it flapped and molted, making as great a nuisance of itself as seemingly possible, it landed on the banquet table, its wings knocking over dishes, its flapping feet pulling the tablecloth this way and that, and the noise generally being almost intolerable. But then it froze. It locked eyes with the hostess. They changed, from that obsidian black to match those of its master. Snow would be staring directly into the eyes of the man who murdered her beloved.<br><br>"The reign of the deal-maker has begun. You have been specially chosen by the dominion of Rumplestiltskin to become generals in his great army. Riches and privilege await you for pledging your loyalty to the new master of this world. Only death and suffering will befall those foolish enough to refuse to accept this generosity. The offer is made. You have until the banner of the High King marches upon your land to decide. There will be no mercy or second chances for those who fail to bow the knee." its inhuman voice announced. It made one full turn around the table to witness each and every one of the attendees, and, its eyes returning to their full coal blackness, wobbled for a moment and collapsed dead on the table, its purpose fulfilled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>29-12-2017, 06:43:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Kitaka "Kit" Tori<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Sun, Snow, Red, Big, Cu Chulainn..... I think that's it?<br><br><hr><br>Kit's eyes slid past the invitation to raise an eyebrow at Sun. She was certain, of course, that the erstwhile demi-deity would have some sort of argument she could not get out of. So far, he'd offered her much more in return for the most frustrating aspect of all. What was he expecting from her? She still didn't know. And yet, he seemed to be genuinely kind, provided the people he spoke to didn't try to challenge him. In some fashion, if he were actually a king, it would seem as though he was a fair and just ruler, given his apparent drive to do well by the people around him. <br><br>Despite studying the Monkey King, she kept an eye on those who came and went in discussion over the events to come. She watched as Red and the old man shuffled off to some corridor, turning her attention to her own companion briefly and then off to the broad-chested newcomer, raising her nose up in the air for a moment. She wished she'd thought to slip into her vixen skin before they'd made their entrance. She would have been far less noticeable in trying to scent their potential allies/threats and far less likely to register as a threat to them herself. Those humans who didn't see treasure or threat generally ignored everything else, leaving her to do as she pleased until someone noticed added tails. That alone would have singled her out in any case. <br><br>There'd been no way to win aside from sticking closely with Sun, leaving Kit to briefly wonder if that had been his goal all along. She tried not to narrow her eyes at him. <br><br>As expected, he seemed contented with the idea of having somewhere with potentially more captive audience to listen to his tales, none of which Kit was entirely grateful for. Still... She batted his tail from around her knees, paying little attention to it. "It might be prudent," she muttered under her breath. "To have at least one of us hold back, perhaps see what can be observed about those around us."<br><br><hr><br>Kit was late to the meal by necessity. She had no illusions that her hostess would have known of her comings and goings, based on the great amounts of power she seemed to hold, what with travel mirrors and magic paper and the like. Even if the queen did not know, however, it was prudent to assume she was stronger than she appeared. In fact, Kit was so surrounded by powerful creatures that she was beginning to seriously doubt her ability to contribute to the group. And as always, when great heroes gathered, death was sure to follow. In all of her life, Kit could only say that she knew of three, perhaps four tales in which the common folk of the world did not pay the price for the petty and powerful clashing on any subject from ideals to love to greed and beyond. It battle began amongst these giants, she would have nothing she could offer except the sight of her tail retreating as quickly as possible. <br><br>These people, at least, seemed to have real enemies. She had superstitious yokels who wanted to skin her for "good fortune". She'd met few kitsune in her life, but if the tales were true, wouldn't there be more of them around? Didn't that tend to negate the validity of those folktales? <br><br>Kit slipped into the dining room, making as little a show as possible, as though she was expected and yet unremarkable. She moved quickly over to where Wukong was speaking and eating almost at the same time. At first, she thought she'd knocked over a tray or a platter or some silverware or perhaps the lot of it. She turned sharply to look at the ground where she'd anticipated finding the source of the noise. It wasn't until the voice began to relay the message that she allowed her gaze to settle on the bird. Wide-eyed, she stood absolutely still, body quivering on the edge of change as she evaluated the need for flight. <br><br>When the bird fell dead, she blinked and jerked her head, pushing her face forward in an attempt to smell. She spent so much time as a fox she'd forgotten that human senses weren't quite as strong. Still, it didn't <em>smell</em> different, to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-12-2017, 12:28:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://smite.gamepedia.com/media/smite.gamepedia.com/4/4f/T_CuChulainn_CC_Card.png?version=b4322db6979213a77218f8dcdb31cbb7)</div>Who: Cu Chulainn<br>Where: The Palace<br>What: Interacting with People<br>With Whom: Kit, Sun, Queen, Rumpelstiltskin<br><hr><br>"Well, if you brag with good reason, then I look forward to seeing what you can do." His grin was wild-eyed, and showed a dangerous amount of teeth that didn't quite seem right. Maybe it was those blood tattoos just acting up, though.&nbsp; They sure did seem to squirm around a lot. Hopefully, this monkey-man wouldn't end up like many of the so-called champions Cu Chulainn himself has readily conquered.<br><br>He trailed along with the others, bringing up the rear, watching them; constantly assessing them, even as the blood tattoo was beginning to flake off of him, and dissolve into nothingness, as all things eventually faded. By the time they reached the dining room, they had stopped moving and become fixed into a pattern of warfare and strife along his cheeks and forehead. His attention lay on the Kitsune, trying to place her. However, he had rarely traveled outside of his own realm, and admittedly, was not much for studying; unless it came to battle and stratagems. <br><br>"And what do you smell?" He asked as he saw what might be, to some, a strange action; her scenting the air. But the thing is, there were plenty of Fair Folk who could literally scent out all sorts of things, so it neither took him by surprise, nor was it something he would miss easily. <br><br>When the messenger bird came crashing through the window, he was half-tempted to hurl a ball at it. But just as he was getting a hurley ball out and his stick ready to send a big chunk of metal that would just outright flatten the damned thing, as a waffle iron does to batter, it began to speak; and he stopped long enough to listen. "Hah! Death and suffering? I'm married to a <acronym title="traditional spelling of 'banshee'. Strongly associated with death">Bean Sidhe</acronym>. I know more of it than you do." He said with a boisterous laugh, dismissing the threat and invitation from Rumpy-dumpy without giving a single damn. <br><br>"Well, a rude guest." He picks up the dead bird, ready to throw it out the window it had come crashing through. Assuming no one stops him, he does hurl the damned thing back outside... and probably a good couple hundred feet away from the castle, despite it not being aerodynamic in the least. If he was stopped, assuming the bird was still removed, he'd continue with. "Well, let the goat-licker make his threats. In the mean time, I believe that we have things to continue."<br><br>He gave a flourishing, elegant bow to the Queen that was nearly painfully formal; Fae Nobility tended to like such things, and crossing the Gentry was never a good idea, even for one such as himself. Perhaps especially because of his wife. "Cu Chulainn, at your service. <acronym title="Canonically, Cu Chulainn was slain in a battle, but I/we aren't using that">The stories of my death</acronym> have been exaggerated." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-12-2017, 08:15:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/ab51/f/2013/238/b/4/b4f037a9c8c3929ac0dcda9def6b97df-d6ju4wh.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Who:</strong> Sun Wukong "The Monkey King"<br><strong>Where:</strong> China<br><strong>What:</strong> Making an appearance<br><strong>With Who:</strong> Kita, Red, Bigby, Cu Chalainn, Open</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Red made a pun of course making full use of his name. And Sun being Sun couldn't help but laugh at the bad humor of it. After a few words with Bigby, he paused and did a bit of silver tongue'd flattery. The Dreadwolf could weave words as easily as he stitched nightmares it seemed, and he placated Sun's ego with a few candied ones. "Hmmmph. The one who reads the fear of the masses is wise indeed." It was Sun's own way of paying a compliment in kind, and trying, as humbly as possible(for him) to graciously accept Bigby's, as well as his explanation about the misunderstanding.<br><br>&nbsp;And the spear-wielder who drew a bit of Sun's ire, perhaps due to the innate and very obvious similarities between them spoke of wanting to see what he was capable of. The King puffed his chest out slightly in response. "Any not my enemy always want to see just what I'm capable of. You will bear witness soon enough." Kit, bless her paranoid, rapidly beating(because of the sheer paranoia) heart. She wanted to scout the castle, and scout the other guests; despite this being a place of good energy. He almost sighed, then decided against.<br><br>&nbsp;Just like he had some ways he was set in and would not change, so did the Kitsune. He wouldn't ask her to get rid of her instincts which had served her well so far. Instead, he smiled. He plucked a blond hair from his head, and blew on it before handing it to her. "Speak to it. I will hear. And you will hear me. We can stay in touch while you get a lay of the land." A bit later, during the feast, Sun was stuffing his plate to then stuff his face, when a massive and ugly bird flew in, landed on the table, and was fully possessed by the Djinn. Sun was on his feet in an instant, but paused when the fowl had something to say. <br><br>A challenge of death should Rumplestiltskin be rebuked. The ultimatum caused the Monkey King to peal into laughter while the Celt removed the now dead bird. "Even a scared Cobra will rear it's hood to a threat. The Djinn fears what you are doing, Queen Snow. What you are creating here. Or else he wouldn't send empty threats; he would take action. Hah! This creature of darkness already knows cowardice before the war even truly begins. I look forward to seeing how my staff makes him bounce. Hahahah! Oooh oooo!"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Grimm: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>02-01-2018, 01:22:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/471/569/large/kevin-hou-original-prbq-0dd600004dd5125f.jpg?1443929380)</div>Who: Bigby<br>Where: Southern Germany<br>What: Acquaintances<br>With Who: Red, the bird, Sun, others<br><hr><br>"Fear always lives on. Fear is forever something that exists. And that is good. For without fear, courage and valor would not exist. Without fear, true strength would be impossible. I need not create it, I have never needed to. Only to strengthen it." Heroes could throw around their bravado, but Bigby was not interested in what they could do, but why they did, and when. It was one thing to spare with a fellow warrior who only seeks to measure you. Another to face down the armies of darkness and stand to meet them.<br><br>He ate little during the feast, though he did pile his plate and ate slower then the others. It was a way of not being impolite, as he truly didn't need to eat, but he did have a taste for a few things. Additionally, anyone eating that looked over and saw him not eating would be rather put off by it. Then the bird came in and spoiled the bratwurst. Pity, he liked that stuff, especially with just a touch of sauerkraut. <br><br>He said nothing to the bird, merely regarding it as one might regard a child trying to wear his father's shoes. What was Rumply doing, sending this bird, to strike fear into HIS heart? Rumply was more than a fool. The fey was a blasted, bloody moron. He would learn. By force, if Sun and Cu Chalainn had anything to say about it.
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