Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Mathim on 12-04-2016, 01:10:15</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 01:10:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The city that never sleeps hosts a number of heroes who never quit. Each has carved out a niche in their battle against crime and injustice of all sorts. Up until this point most of it has been relatively tame and manageable, at least in human terms. But something is emerging from the darkness, things distinctly alien and unnatural, the antithesis of humanity in every sense of the word. It will wait no longer for its opportunity to take hold in the realm inhabited by mankind and will devour anyone or anything that stands in its way. Unfortunately for those heroes, it knows of their exploits whether they have tried to keep a low profile or not. It understands very well how difficult they will make its attempt at conquest and subjugation. And it has quite a perverse appetite for tormenting its enemies.<br><br>A lunar eclipse is due tonight. Nothing extraordinary, cosmically speaking, but nothing heralds a dark overlord's hellish hordes than a blanket of darkness in an already light-deprived city. Without warning, the attack will commence. Without mercy, the beasts will strike.<br><br><em>We are about to find out just who New York's Finest really are.</em></span></strong></div><br><br>(http://cdn.hitfix.com/photos/5513956/TheDefendersLSMarvel_article_story_large.jpg)(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/0/5599/194661-149512-cloak-and-dagger.jpg)(http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/Punisher-Blade-Marvel-Comics.jpg)(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/1/19/Heroes_for_Hire_Vol_3_12_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110912184323)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 08:32:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_536,w_888/t_mp_quality/u2p0ti5zogfdyy0lc4zo/from-punisher-to-nova-corps-marvel-netflix-series-ideas-713832.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Castle<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Punisher<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary - Cafeteria to Solitary Confinement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Gore, Extreme Violence, &amp; Satire<br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Chatter; laughter; obnoxious shouting; it swirled about the cafeteria in an incomprehensible din, filling the mess hall to the brim. Cheap box televisions were mounted on cement pillars and the walls throughout the cafeteria, broadcasting news stations like WHiH World News and The Daily Bugle with closed captions. Orange jumpsuits lined the length of every table but one where a man sat alone hunched over a tray with the same shit everybody else was eating.<br><br>Today was a child’s dream come true. Hot dogs and macaroni and cheese—just like Mom used to make. There was even some chopped up broccoli mixed in to make sure the scumbags got their fucking vegetables. Three meals a day and a place to sleep. Clothes you didn’t have to worry about washing. You just lived, breathed, shit when you needed to shit, eat when it was time, and went outside to play when it was recess. It was elementary school all over again.<br><br>The table where that brooding individual sat was completely empty. The flies didn’t even go near that table for even they knew who Frank Castle was. The flies probably didn’t even go near his shit either.<br><br>“Whose shit is this?” asked the fly.<br><br>“That’s Frank Castle’s shit,” said the spider to the fly.<br><br>“Oh shit!”<br><br>Frank Castle, The Punisher, the vigilante who had an eternal grudge for as long as he was alive. He was a regular, so much so that the inmates who were doing life knew not to go near him if they didn’t want their sentence cut short. But the same old crimes were always committed, and with that new prisoners were enrolled into Ryker’s Island <em>Elementary</em> home of the rapists, pedophiles, serial murders, and <em>Frank</em>.<br><br>Dark brows were heavy over blue eyes that were fiercely cast down at his tray. With a plastic spork, he scraped up the remains of his mac &amp; cheese and washed it all down with a paper cup of diluted Kool-Aid (unfortunately without the poison). Wiping the remnants of red juice from his lips with his orange sleeve, Frank paused in his motion when he noticed a man standing in his peripherals. His blue spheres flicked upwards to see the man cheesing at him. He was a scruffy and thin-looking man. The poster child for trailer trash or a cast member from the Devil’s Rejects. He had a full beard, long brown stringy oily hair. He set down his tray right across from Castle who slowly lowered his arm like a beast with his hackles raised. His tongue was busy cleaning the remains of noodles from his teeth as his eyes moved from the inmate sitting in front of him to Billy Bob who sat to the right of him and Billy Joe who sat next to Grease Lightning (he gave them nicknames).<br><br>The noise started to slowly settle like a calming sea. Every head in the cafeteria was turned toward Frank’s table where the Three Stooges thought they could have lunch with him. The prisoners who had been sitting at a table behind Frank all got up and quickly abandoned it. The Stooges merely watched with indifferent smiles as the table behind them was next to swiftly empty.<br><br>“Thur afraid of us,” Greasy rasped out a laugh and Billy Joe followed with an annoying, shrill, rapid-fire of a chuckle, “Heh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!”<br><br>Frank’s eyes closed as he cringed internally at the sound. That laugh alone felt like an assault being fired into his brain—like he didn’t have enough problems up there already.<br><br>“I hear yer tha’ big shot! I hear you come up in here when you wanna, and you leave too. How you do it? How you get outta here? If you tell us yer little secret, we won’t hurt ya,” said Greasy—apparently the brains of the operation (was that a compliment?).<br><br>Frank glanced down at the hot dog he had yet to eat and he had contemplated remaining silent, but then he knew that these numbskulls wouldn’t leave. Picking up the hot dog, he raised it to his mouth and decided to answer Greasy before he took a bite:<br><br>“Answer m-”<br><br>Billy Joe slapped the hot dog from his hand and commanded, “Answer’im!” in his impatience.<br><br>Frank watched the dog fly through the air, separating from its bun to go rolling like a log across the floor, leaving a <del>ketchup</del> <strong><em>blood</em></strong> trail. Similarly, his own hand had reacted. It might have been a reflex, but whether it was or not, he was glad that it happened.<br><br>Greasy’s and Billy Bob’s mouths were hanging open in stunned speechlessness. It had happened so fast. Frank’s plastic spork had been stabbed through Billy Joe’s left eye. The weight of the man’s limp head was bearing down on his neck to the point that his body sent him flopping lifelessly to the floor. As the spork slurped free from Joe’s eye socket, Frank glanced at the human syrup and ichor that dripped and hung from it in threads. His blue eyes shrank and lips rolled back to bare his teeth like a feral animal. He just couldn’t have lunch in peace. Of course not.<br><br>A prison guard quickly grasped his radio in an attempt to call it in and was jumped by a couple of inmates who had other plans. Other prison guards in the cafeteria were knocked down and beaten, while prisoners barricaded the cafeteria doors.<br><br>Meanwhile, the warden and security staff were in the surveillance room watching the prologue to a bloodbath.<br><br>“It’s Castle again,” said the security guard.<br><br>“Get the Riot Squad down there,” said the warden with an exasperated sigh. “If there’s anyone still alive by the time they get there, put them back in their cells. As for Castle, four weeks solitary confinement.”<br><br>“Yes, Sir.”<br><br>Billy Bob’s hand had been creeping toward his pocket for a makeshift shank he had formed from a toothbrush. When Frank made eye-contact with him, he lost all composure and swung at him. Frank in kind had jabbed the filthy spork into Bob’s esophagus. Bob had managed to at least plunge the shank into Frank’s forearm, stabbing him through the orange sleeve of his jumpsuit, but it hadn’t been significant enough to save his own life. Blood tumbled like a curtain from his neck, rolling hotly to douse Frank’s finger as he leaned into Bob to press the utensil deeper and deeper. Bob leaned back with Frank bearing down on him, his face going white as blood bubbled and fizzed from his lips. Frank let the man collapse upon his back and left the spork buried in his neck—it wasn’t like he was going to be eating with it anytime soon.<br><br>Greasy stood from the table with a horrified wail and Frank rose, grasping his tray and sending it flying like a Frisbee to connect with the back of Greasy’s skull. Pathetically, the man winced from the strike and fell to the floor, and Frank didn’t bother pursuing him for his sights turned to a group of men, approaching him with more shanks.<br><br>“You know that tall, black dude with the dreads you dun killed the last time you was here?” one of the thugs asked. “He was my cousin!”<br><br>Last time Frank was here, it seemed that he had left behind numerous vendettas. Not even one after another, they rushed him like a pack of wolves all seeking to overwhelm him, but Frank wasn’t stupid. He backed up, expanding the space the men tried to close until the one most eager to spill his blood bolted ahead of the rest and caught a vicious punch to the throat. The jab had forced the man back with his tongue lolling and hand grasping his soon-to-be bruised esophagus. Right hook; left hook; the man went whirling to the ground and Frank strode toward him to mercilessly stomp his foot down upon his neck. There was a disturbing snap as the man’s body briefly convulsed before going limp.<br><br>The second guy came at him slashing with his knife. Frank jerked back once and then once more before he caught the thug’s shank wrist and using the momentum he had given him, yanked him into a long table. The edge of the table connected with his abdomen and Frank came up behind him with a hand slapped against the back of his head. His fingers tightly curled into his hair and with a growl, Frank started slamming the thug’s head into the table. He slammed his head over and over until when the third goon ran toward him, he paused to intercept him with a forceful kick to the gut. The goon grunted loudly and folded over to drop to his rear. Frank returned to slamming the thug’s head, which probably had a concussion by now, into the table until a hand-slung ball of mac n’cheese struck his cheek.<br><br>There were three more men trying to get his attention and Frank peered down at the shank still clutched within the hand of the thug’s whose head he had been using as a hammer. Taking the shank, he turned to face the three other prisoners.<br><br>The surveillance room was growing crowded as a motley of guard personnel filled it, watching the screens as though it had all been real TV. There were several:<br><br><em>Oh!</em><br><br><em>OOOOoooh!</em><br><br>Popcorn bags were going around while the warden was away making sure the Riot Squad handled the situation the way he wanted them to.<br><br>“Oh fuck! Did you see that?” one guard exclaimed.<br><br>“That guy’s not gonna be pissin’ out the same hole ever again.”<br><br>“That guy’s insane!”<br><br>Frank was panting heavily as he jerked his fist that had a shank between his middle and ring finger from the stomach of a dead inmate. His hands were covered in blood, his sleeve where he had been stabbed earlier had a red spot from where he was bleeding, his cheekbone below his right eye was starting to swell with a lucky shot some punk had managed to land on his face, and he not only had mac n’cheese splattered on his other cheek, his jumpsuit had red Kool-Aid staining it (the weapons some inexperienced morons tried to use). Several prisoners who didn’t want to get involved remained crowded against the walls by the exit doors.<br><br>Surveying the cafeteria, with seven dead, it had interestingly fell quiet. He was able to hear the Riot Squad shouting on the other side of the door, requesting for a hydraulic battering ram to get it open. Frank happened to notice lying on the floor a hot dog still within its bun upon the floor. He walked over to it and stooped down to pick it up in his soiled hands.<br></span><br><em><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">BANG!</span></span></em><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The battering ram destroyed the lock on the door and the Riot Squad pushed against the door and the long table that had been blocking it. Hastily spilling into the cafeteria, they hid behind their shields while other guards brandishing shotguns crept close.<br><br>“Get the fuck down!” a prison guard screamed.<br><br>Slipping the hot dog into his mouth, Frank hadn’t had much time to eat it before a sandbag round was emptied from a shotgun to slam against his stomach. Bread, dog, and a sprayed mixture of vomit, Kool-Aid and specks of mac left his mouth before he crumpled to the floor, coughing on his own chum. The Riot Squad were quick to surround him, one beating him with a riot baton, while it took about five idiots to handcuff one non-resisting man.<br><br>It hadn’t been long before he was taken to a small dark empty cell to spend a solitary four weeks. It was just the day in the life of Frank Castle at Ryker’s Island.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 19:05:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of NYC -&gt; Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><em>Un-fucking-believable.</em> When she'd taken the case from her latest client, some guy in his forties who suspected that his wife was having an affair under the pretense of going to a 'book club', Jessica had just been expecting the usual: finding the wife banging the best friend, a coworker or something like that. Instead, she got a whole lot more than she bargained for, not that it was necessarily a bad thing. Well, not for her at least, since she was being paid by the hour. Perched comfortably atop the fire escape staircase on the either floor of an adjacent building, sipping away from her flask, Jessica had front row seats to what was going on in the hotel room across the street through the powerful lens of her camera. <br><br>Tonight's show starred not only the naughty wife and her suitor...but a whole host of them! Having already gone through a couple rolls of film, Jess continued snapping more steamy photos for as long as the procession of men kept coming through the hotel room. Taking a short break while the latest John put his clothes back on, Jess pulled her phone out of her jeans' pocket and tapped the screen on so she could check the time, her eyebrows raising a little. <em>Damn, almost one every half hour. Can't accuse her of not being industrious.</em><br><br>That explained the expensive watch that the woman's husband had been wearing when he came into Jessica's office. She'd noted it as being slightly suspicious from the start, considering that the married couple were supposedly both school teachers, not exactly the highest paying profession in the world. How the hell hadn't the husband figured out that something was off sooner? Didn't he wonder where that extra income was coming from? In Jessica's mind, that just reaffirmed how stupid people could get when they were in love, not that she really needed any more reminders, her job providing them almost on a daily basis.<br><br><em>Oh yeah, don't forget your own shining example of brilliance when you decided not to tell Luke about...</em> No, no! That wasn't love. She didn't do love. It was...something. Something else. Now maybe it was nothing. Probably. Unscrewing the cap of her flask hurriedly, Jessica took a big swig of whiskey to chase those pesky feelings and shit away, then a second one, only to be disappointed and frustrated as she discovered that she'd already drank it all. Suddenly, she wasn't enjoying this easy money job nearly as much as before, and was that -another- guy walking into the hotel room?<br><br>Nope, it was another woman, actually, wearing designer labels from head to toe. She was the wife's pimp, as it turned out. Or was it madame? <em>Whatever</em>. The good news was that Jess could finally wrap it up for the night and get the hell out of there. It wasn't until she tried getting up that she realized just how sore her ass had gotten from sitting on that metal grating for over four hours. Occupational hazard, she supposed. Groaning, she descended back down to the street and hailed a cab to take her to the photo developing place that she always used. Jess kept the wheels greased so that they always prioritized her stuff and she didn't need to wait long. Still, there was a bit of time to kill, so she walked around until she found a stand where she could buy a couple of hot dogs, scarfing them down in the most unladylike fashion which would probably have Trish frowning disapprovingly if she'd been there to witness it. In any case, they were pretty delicious, and by the time Jess got back to the photo lab, her staggering amount of evidence was ready. Yeah, Mr. Schoolteacher was not going to be a happy camper.<br><br>Walking the rest of the way home, she was pleasantly surprised to find her door and the window with her agency's name on it still intact. There was no reason for someone to be busting down her door at the moment, not that Jess knew of anyways, but she'd gotten so used to having it destroyed recently that seeing it in one piece still felt a little unusual. Stepping inside, she took her jacket off and tossed it over the couch before crashing lazily into her chair, leaning back and throwing her feet up on the desk. Malcolm had gotten the apartment repaired after the pleasant visit that she'd received from Trish's former boyfriend - apparently clients didn't respond all that well to bullet holes in the walls - so the place probably looked better than ever. Still a mess, Jessica did live there after all, but perhaps not quite as bad as before.<br><br>Stretching her arm out while balancing precariously on her tilted chair, Jessica pulled open one of the lower drawers. So far, she'd only found one good use for all the extra money that she was getting thanks to the influx of cases, and that was buying more booze. Gone were the days of not being sure whether or not she'd be able to get fully hammered. Massive quality of life improvement right there. The open drawer was stocked with half a dozen bottles, and that wasn't even her main stash. Plus she'd upgraded to Jack Daniel's from whatever the hell she'd been drinking before. <em>Luxurious as fuck</em>.<br><br>Filling her coffee mug up halfway, Jessica closed her eyes and took a long, oh-so-satisfying sip, almost like a junkie finally getting the fix she'd been fiending for. Another perfect and absolutely-not-depressing-at-all night of drinking alone, what more could a girl ask for?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 19:30:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_213,w_500/t_mp_quality_gif/zfzsfw9y4fshk0io1tca/wesley-snipes-is-still-pretty-upbeat-about-the-possible-blade-reboot-but-how-would-it-w-564949.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eric Brooks<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blade<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Abraham Whistler, Abigail Whistler, Hannibal King, Frank Castle <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br><hr><br><br>As he looked into the back of the nondescript work van he made use of from time to time when performing...sensitive operations, Eric Brooks couldn't help but flash the pearly white fangs he'd been blessed with. On the outside it looked like a red panel van with tools and ladders attached, but on the inside away from prying eyes, aside from the copious amounts of hi-tech equipment like laptops, scanners, and the like. There was a legitimate small armory packed back there, and an extra package that took a bit of prep work, but was in fine working condition for what was to come. <br><br>"Let's go over the plan one more time, Whistler." A sigh from an old man sounded from the drivers seat, while the peal of a woman and a man laughing in the back also rang in blades ears. "Jesus, Blade. For the fortieth time we got it. We're like a well oiled fuckin' machine. But if it'll make ya happy. We got our inside man ready as soon as we give the signal which is riiiight about <em>now</em>." Whistler tapped a button on the laptop, sending a message to their guard in the prison. He messed with some wires, and right around the time the work van would pull up for scheduled daily maintenance to the prison, the electrical problem would reveal itself. <br><br>"After old man in the mountain parks, me and Abby posing as repair techs waltz right into the prison control room and get unlimited access. While yoooou, mister tall dark and fangsome, use that snazzy guard outfit and your spiffy new credentials to walk right into solitary and yank him loose. We're in and out, 20 minutes tops." Blade nodded, satisfied that everything would go to plan, then he hopped out of the van. "Good luck. Keep it tight, people. We can't afford to screw up. Not tonight...not now." Walking over to a police cruiser(also borrowed), Eric tossed the gear for his "friend" in the trunk, then hopped in the drivers seat and revved the engine, driving off ahead of the crew to get in position.<br><br>--15 Minutes Later--<br><br>There was no mass guard change at Ryker's. It was individual men and women switching out when their shifts were ending and others were beginning, like most jobs. That actually made Blade's job pretty easy after some rooting around in the prisons mainframe. Because as of now, he was officially known as "Leon Hendricks", an ex-Marine and new transfer to the prison to help deal with the rowdier prisoners. After he parked, he slipped on his gear. Tazer, Stun Gun, Pistol(tranq rounds), spray, etc... He looked just like a prison guard, and wouldn't rouse any suspicion. He even had contacts in to make his eyes look like a normal, unassuming brown.<br><br>&nbsp;Taking a deep breath, he counted for five minutes until it was time for him to clock in. Whistler and the others would be arriving shortly after. "Alright boys and girls, showtime." He was whistling when he got to the guard station, engaged in a bit of small talk, then swiped his card and walked right through. He'd been in Ryker's before, on both sides of the bars. His reasons were unimportant though, as the only thing that mattered was his complete memorization of the prison, and real time updates on a certain prisoners status. Everything was still going according to plan, and Blade casually walked through the prison like he owned the place.<br><br>&nbsp;When he passed the mess he saw the mess left over from a previous altercation. He had one idea about who'd caused it, and would bet money that he was right. While he walked, the others arrived, flashed their own creds and just so happened to get a call on their walkie-talkies about a possible electrical malfunction. Blade was nearly at solitary when his team did their jobs and the lights died. Cameras were shut off, and while the cells remained locked, entry to solitary was unlocked. Playing his part, Blade grabbed the wrist of the guard who he'd just been talking to. "Oh, shit! The powers out? The power doesn't go out here! We got eyes on Castle?!"<br><br>&nbsp;Even though the man couldn't see an inch in front of his face before Eric pulled out a flashlight, he raised an eyebrow. "Course we got eyes on him. He's in lockup. No in or out. Why?" A sigh came from Blades mouth. "Power suddenly goes out <em>just</em> after we put the fucking Punisher in solitary? This has gotta be some sorta plan to get him outta here." Two guards standing outside the entrance to solitary. Blade had ones attention, the other was on high alert, panicked and looking around. "Why the fuck you so certain this is some plan to get Castle loose?!"[/color] The other one had finally spoken, giving Eric the opening he needed. "Because <em>I</em> planned it."<br><br>&nbsp;A seemingly gentle push sent the first guard sprawling backwards into a stone wall hard enough to bounce him almost half the way back to where he'd been standing. He was unconscious without a doubt...maybe he had a few broken ribs too. Hazard pay. His friend didn't get a chance to move before the barrel of Eric's pistol was pressed against his chin. "Open it." "I-I can't! The powers out, my card won't work!" Blade sighed and pressed the pistol harder against the man. "Not you. Guys? Little help?" The door buzzed and the keypad turned green. With his gun still on the guard, Blade backed up and grabbed his friend by the utility belt and hoisted him off the floor with ease.<br><br>&nbsp;"Alright. Castle's cell. Be so kind as to show me the way?" The guard groaned, then nodded his head and walked to the correct cell. "Don't kill me man, please. I got a wife. I got kids. Hell I got a mistress who thinks I love her! I got too much to live for. Just...just please don't kill me." He started to cry, and Blade looked around like he couldn't believe this guy right now. "Muthafucka I...you know what? Just strip. Down to your boxers. Hurry up now, before I get mad." He dropped the guys friend and waited until his clothes were folded neatly in his hands. He gestured for him to put his clothes on the floor. And before he could look up, a chop to the back of the neck put him to sleep as well.<br><br>&nbsp;"Open sesame." Once again, the door opened right up, and even in near pitch darkness, Eric could see the man he'd come for. "As I live and breath. Good to see you again, Frank." Punisher knew who he was. Even in the darkness he'd know Blade. "Cavalry's arrived. Now put on that guard uniform and let's get you outta here. We got a looooot of catchin' up to do, and some people to <em>punish</em>." the Daywalker said with a grin as he tossed both unconscious guards into the cell to let them sleep it off, then flashed his light into the cell and tossed the guards clothes to his friend. "Double time it. My team can't keep this up forever."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 20:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Harlem NYC -&gt; Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><strong>MEANWHILE IN HARLEM<br></strong><br>“You a damn lie! You never seen me steal anything! You just want me gone, just say it!”<br>Russel fussed. He&nbsp; had been caught selling narcotics to high school kids before, but every time he would go to jail, they would let him right back out.<br><br>“I’ve seen you do a lot more than steal, now you selling on the playground.” She gripped his collar&nbsp; with her bionic arm, pulling the frightened junkie forward . “ Your mother would roll over in her grave if she saw the kind of shit you were doing to this community. I’m sick of seeing you on this corner. I gave you chance to get right.” She shoved him gently back enough for him to stumble back into a pile of garbage.<br><br>“You’re disgrace Russell. Stay out of this community.” She warned not having to go any further with threats. Junkies never had balls to fight back to begin with. She watched him as he ran off down the street. It wasn’t enough to scare one, for another would soon follow in his steps.<br><br>Misty sighed as she pulled her coat tighter around her. The 5’9 beauty with the bionic arm had enough going on her life right now.&nbsp; One thing that always seemed to remain constant was the war on drugs. She had seen neighborhoods turned out every time a new commercial drug hit the street. The lives of husbands,wives and children pulled into a circle of lies and despair. It made her sick to her stomach. It was also the main reason she joined the force in the first place.<br><br>Misty climbed the steps of her Lofty PI firm. Last night she had gotten a domestic abuse case. Though she didn’t handle cases like that, it was for the police to handle, still she never thought it would hurt to look. When she found out that wife beater was actually an associate of a local crime lord who was known for pushing drugs in the community, that’s when it got really interesting.<br><br>If only she could get one of these guys to talk, put these punks away for good. If Only. Setting down her bag she began to check her messages, none worthy of an immediate call back. Her brown orbs cut over to the television she left on before she left. They played that story repeatedly about the demise of that mind control freak. She had been following that story for a while. Why it was that exact same story that lead her to crossing paths with Jessica Jones. <br><br>Jess was well known in the PI market. Chick was really good at what she did too. The thought actually gave Misty an idea. Grabbing her keys she locked the door and headed out onto the streets of New York. Her destination now was Alias Investigations.<br><br>This city had really gone to the dogs, but New York was always the place for weirdos who wanted to run free. I mean it wasn’t often that a chick from Harlem sported a bionic arm? She recalled the day she had to make that tough decision to get her arm amputated. Being labeled with a disability wasn’t even the worst of it. The chief told her to just be fortunate enough that it was only her arm she lost and not her life. That she had a good run and there was no shame in&nbsp; doing a desk job. Before she politely resigned , depression had taken over and the bottle was definitely a way to numb the pain. It wasn’t till she had her tenth run-in with Jones that got her thinking she could do better than this, she could do better than a one warm and a desk job. Applying to Stark Industries fallen warriors&nbsp; program she was fitted with a nice bionic arm, courtesy of Tony himself .<br>Though she would never look the same in a spaghetti strapped dress again, it was a blessing in disguise.<br><br>“Jack Daniels?” Came the familiar voice of Misty Knight. She helped herself with the door and casually walked in. Misty took a pause to note the cleanliness of Jones’s apartment. “I see you got rid of those bullet holes. Was starting to think you liked that type of thing.”.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 21:03:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Hearing the old, rickety elevator ding at the end of the hall, Jessica slowly opened her eyes with a sigh, hoping that there wasn't another prospective client about to barge into her office - or even worse, an unhappy client. Not that she didn't appreciate the increase in business or anything, but she already had more cases than she could reasonably handle, and she really wasn't in the mood. Squinting, she attempted to make out the silhouette through the frosted glass of the door, which turned out to be rather easy once the person on the other side took a few steps forward. The gigantic mane of hair was pretty unmistakable.<br><br>Jess didn't have many friends. She'd never been the super social and popular girl, not even as a kid, but her job had caused her to distance herself from people even further. It tended to make her see the worst in people - whether that was a pro or con in and of itself could be debated - so she preferred to stay away. She could count her friends on one hand and still have fingers to spare. However, Misty Knight was unlucky enough to find herself on that highly exclusive list, also known as the list of people perpetually in danger, since danger seemed to follow Jessica like an unrelenting storm cloud. At least Misty was a badass who could handle herself and then some, Jess had seen that first hand on multiple occasions, so she didn't need to worry. Much.<br><br>"Oh sure, just let yourself in whenever," she said wryly, making some sort of dismissive gesture with her hand, though the way that the corners of her lips curved ever so slightly upwards proved that she didn't actually mind. At the comment about her renovated decor, Jess simply gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Malcolm's idea, gotta keep it classy for the clients, you know. I thought the bullet holes were rather quaint."<br><br>Lazily, as if it were the biggest effort in the world, she slid her feet off the desk one by one, letting them land with two separate thuds against the wooden floorboards. It looked like she was about to stand, but then she slumped further down into the chair instead, slowly inhaling and exhaling once before finally pushing herself up to her feet. After disappearing into the kitchen for a minute, Jessica returned with a clean glass which she placed on her desk right next to the scattered pictures of Mrs. Schoolteacher moonlighting as a hooker, pouring a very generous amount of Jack's for her friend.<br><br>"You've got some catching up to do," she hinted towards her earlier drinking, not that it would have been hard for anyone who knew her at all to guess that one without any clues. "So," Jess started, settling herself back into her chair, trying and failing to find the same comfortable position as before, "What brings a nice young girl like you to a place like this? New boyfriend you want me to run background on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 22:04:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr> “Yea ,like I got time for a man right now.” She couldn’t even remember the last time she got laid. In between pummeling the neighborhood drug dealer, smacking up a few junkies and trying to grow her business Misty had not found the time. “Guess I ain’t as lucky as you.” She added with a smirk before helping herself to a bottle of Jack. Luckily in the bag she was carrying she stashed away a cup, because for some reason Jones seemed to almost never have kitchenware.<br><br>She took a seat on chair across from the desk just as the raven haired beauty hunkered down lower in her chair. Misty just shook her. “You look like someone killed your best friend.” Eyeing curiously at the photos of the affair. She figured it must of been her latest case.There was nothing as entertaining as watching a man get cheated on, sad yes, but entertaining.<br>&nbsp;<br>She took a shot of caramel colored liquid. Misty was never much of hardcore drinker, but after she lost her arm and voluntarily her job. The bottle had been her only comfort. It must of been a private detective sort of thing.&nbsp; Putting the glass down on the desk she looked at her good friend.<br>“Been on this personal case for a while, trying to find the group responsible for importing&nbsp; this new commercial drug&nbsp; into the neighborhoods.” She really didn’t have the best of luck.It was like everyone was to scared to talk. She hated that mob mentality. People needed to really learn to start putting their communities first and grow a damn pair.<br><br>“So far it’s been one dead end after the other. Now I’m not sure where to start…”She just shook her head as she looked at the glass. Her crown of hair waffing from side to side as she did. “It’s starting to piss me off really, all those sacrifices, years on the force and it’s like I don’t even know my own neighborhood anymore.” Perhaps she should took her mother’s advice and studied to become a doctor.&nbsp; She had always been an honor roll student, but there was nothing more rewarding than catching the bad guy. Back when the world was just so simple, you either took the straight and narrow or the curvier path.&nbsp; Now nothing was that simple anymore.<br><br>“And you?” She asked with an arched brow. “Catching cheaters the only thing you got going on right now?” She said a little shocked<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 22:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://c2.staticflickr.com/4/3223/2449743720_fb7a2b6c9f.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Wouldn't you like to know?<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening, just before eclipse<br><strong>Location:</strong> Empty rooftop<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Another mysterious party<br><br>To an outside observer, the scene on an empty rooftop would scream 'sinister' so it was fortunate for those up there that it was completely unoccupied.<br><br>Despite there still being some moonlight it was nearly pitch-black up there. They both seemed right at home in it.<br><br><strong>"It's starting."</strong> one of them stated, staring up at the moon.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah." said the other. "You sure this'll work?"<br><br><strong>"Now's as good a time as any. But I think this eclipse is a bit...poetic? We'll look back on this night fondly, I think."</strong> the more well-spoken one replied.<br><br>"Uh-huh." the cruder of them grunted. "And the Rider?" he asked, a bit of alarm in his voice.<br><br><strong>"Indisposed."</strong> the other said reassuringly. <strong>"Or rather, duly occupied overseas. We shan't be crossing paths with that particular nuisance for some time and by then, it shouldn't matter."</strong><br><br>"Super." the crude one spat. "Wake me when it's over."<br><br><strong>"Yes, yes. Save your strength. You'll need it for the task at hand."</strong> his accomplice sighed. The moon entered into its alignment. <strong>"Arise, my children. Playtime."</strong> he laughed, almost childishly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 23:51:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>"What? I don't have time for that either!" Jessica blurted out a little too defensively. It was most definitely still a very touchy subject, and her fuck up of monumental proportions with Luke was easily the thing she'd ever done of her own free will that she was most ashamed of, so she wasn't trying to advertise it. "At least you have your robot fingers that never get tired. Jealousss!" Her best attempt at deflection.<br><br>She just shrugged her shoulders again at Misty's remark about how gloomy she looked and kept quiet while listening to her friend's frustration with the drug runners down in Harlem. Jessica could certainly relate. The scenario may not have been exactly the same, but her foray into heroism had been met with a whole lot of ingratitude from people most of the time. It really sucked going out there every night, putting your neck on the line, taking the beatings, and for what? To be rewarded with a healthy dose of mistrust and suspicion? <em>Yeah, I'll take cash and booze over that any day, thanks.</em><br><br>But Misty wasn't exactly like her. She was a better person than her, in truth, not that it was saying a whole lot. Even now after having left the police force and opened up her own private investigation agency, there she was struggling with a 'personal case' just to make her neighborhood safer for a minute until the next gang or cartel showed up to replace the old one. And they always did, like roaches that just refused to die, only these roaches mutated and came back stronger and more ruthless each time. <br><br>"Look, relax for a second and stop beating yourself up over it. It's not your fault that people are cowards and assholes. Trust me, I know." Getting annoyed at not being able to regain her comfortable position from earlier, Jessica kicked her feet off the desk again and allowed her chair to fall back into its natural position. "You just gotta find the right asshole, apply a bit of pressure in the right place, they'll break easy. Have you been putting that bone crushing arm to good use? I mean, other than..." Jess trailed off, wiggling a couple of fingers towards Misty.<br><br>"And nope, not just cheaters on my end. I've got fraud, theft, industrial sabotage, missing people, at least one haunting, some clown who wants me to find an elephant that he made friends with in a circus ten years ago - yeah, like literally a clown." Jess closed her eyes and shook her head while making a face. "We like to dabble in a little bit of everything here at Alias," she finished, sounding a little bit exasperated and overwhelmed as she lifted her mug up for a toast before taking another long sip.<br><br>"Oh hey, what are those drug runners that you're after called anyways?" <br><br><em>Wait, fuck, did I just like, volunteer myself? Ughhhh...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 01:20:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Expendables-2_02.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Jessica Jones, Danny Rand<br><strong>Warning:</strong> A normal night so far...<br><strong>Music:</strong> Smokestack Lightnin' (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ri7TcukAJ8) &gt; Contagious (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvMjaCGc4rk)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr>Luke stood behind the bar, polishing a stout glass until it was clear as crystal. It was the fifth in a row. Tonight was a slow one, but he didn't mind. Even in a new location, the customers he'd had were loyal enough to still stop by, and the new location meant new people all the time. Well maybe not <em>all</em> the time, but he had enough turnover to not complain, nor did he have to worry about bills. Especially since business with Danny was doing a lot better than either of them had hoped when they decided to use their combined amazing abilities to help people who couldn't help themselves...for a modest fee of course. He'd just started on polishing a sixth cup, when one of his regulars Rico stood up and went over to the jukebox.<br><br>&nbsp;Luke had a sound setup that played music from either a playlist he set up, XM radio, or even requests. But whenever someone put money in the jukebox, that was what everyone listened to. He picked a blues classic, then shambled back over to his lonely spot at the bar. Usually he was full of life, always laughing and buying rounds for the bar. He had a pretty good job as a real estate agent. And a good realtor in New York was a very wealthy person. He also had a smokin' hot wife who he was madly in love with and thought the world of. So tonight something seemed really off. Taking the newly polished glass, he held it under the tap until it was full of ice cold, frothy beer. Then he walked over and placed it right in front of one of his regulars. <strong>" Sup', Rico? You lookin' a lil uh...what's the word? Forlorn tonight.<br><br>&nbsp;Have one on the house while you say what's on ya mind."</strong> The man sighed, looking down and out before grabbing the glass and gulping half of it down before remembering to say "Cheers." When he looked up, Luke could see his eyes for the first time tonight. They were red, and puffy. "She uh...I caught her, man. I caught Melody with some <em>fuck</em> she used to hang out with back in college." He started to stew a bit, and Luke held up a finger, then went under the bar only to come back up with a double shot glass and a bottle of goldschlager. The good stuff for a good man having a shitty day. After filling the cup, he passed it, nodded, and waited for him to drink. <strong>"Shit, man. I...I don't know what to say. Five years and nothin' but good times. And just outta nowhere?"</strong> The entire glass was emptied, and his shoulders started to shudder. Luke poured another glass just as the song switched to something...<em>worse</em>. <br><br>And the bad thing was, that was one of the rules of Luke's. You paid for the jukebox, your song got played. Luke shrugged because Rico knew his rules were usually ironclad. He accepted it and continued. "I uh, I actually found out from that lady you referred me to. Jessica Jones?" Even though he and Jess were...he didn't know what they were right now. But she was a good PI, so he threw business her way when he could for whatever reason. If he remembered, Rico had only asked him about checking on potential buyers and stuff to make sure they were legit. Apparently he had concerns he kept close to his chest.<br><br>&nbsp;"She told me she couldn't find anything conclusive, but she had a hunch. And her hunches were usually right. So...I decided to put some fire back in the relationship just in case. So today, I closed a niiiice loft over in Manhattan. 20k commission on a 1,200 square foot box. So I got excited, rushed home to take her out to a nice dinner, a night of dancin'. You know, spontaneous, romantic. Tonight, Luke. Tonight was gonna be the start of me doing better for any bad. Making her my queen again. I wanted to make sure I would never lose her." Luke nodded, and filled the glass again. Rico had more than enough to pay for his drinks, so Luke giving them to him for free showed his concern.<br><br>&nbsp;"I walked in happy and shit and...and I thought she wasn't home, but her car was outside. So I get a beer from the fridge, and I hear music. R&amp;B shit, real soft and slow and sensual. My heart dropped immediately, Luke. You just don't know." Luke knew all too well. He'd lost a wife too; for different reasons, but getting your heart snatched out kinda felt the same regardless of the reasons. He let his friend speak though; now through tears starting to stream down his face. "I got my phone out because I knew. I just fucking <em>knew</em>, ya know? And I put it on record, and I snuck in our bedroom. The bedroom we shared for eight years, five as husband and wife.<br><br>&nbsp;And there she was, face down, ass up, trying not to moan his fucking name. I recorded for...fuck I dunno. Twenty minutes? I'm not a cuck, I'm not Luke! But I had to get evidence for court." It was going to be a long night, so Luke got a full bottle from behind the bar and stepped out, then he took Rico over to a booth and sat across from him. He only had about six people tonight. And Roy was behind the bar too so he could handle anyone else who came in. Luke was glad Roy decided to come back after he rebuilt the bar. He was a good worker, and loyal too. For that he got paid a good deal more than most bartenders. Luke was loyal too.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"You drink free tonight. So drown your sorrows and get it off your chest before you do somethin' crazy. Hell if you want, we can go out back and you can blow off some steam with the bat."</strong> Rico just nodded, and slammed back another shot. <strong>"Hey Roy. Can you get my man a pastrami over here? He's gonna be 90% liquor by the time the nights over."</strong> "Will do, boss." They'd started serving food now. Even without the new customers, the food brought in a lot more cash. "I sat there and watched her Luke. Through a crack in the door like some fuckin' pervert. I watched him fuck the shit outta my wife while she called his name, called him daddy, said he was the best she ever had. Like the ring still wasn't on her fuckin' finger.<br><br>&nbsp;After it got to the point I couldn't stand it, I busted in and told her it was over. And that I was coming here. And if he wasn't gone by the time I counted to ten, he was done. After he left, I told her if her, or any of her shit was still there when I got back...it would be bad. That was about...5 this afternoon? I think she's smart enough to be at her mothers or one of her slut friends houses by now." He slammed back another shot. "I fucking loved her man," he finally uttered out at barely more than a whisper. Now the tears flowed freely. <strong>"I know, man. I know. Let it all out."</strong> This was another reason Luke's was getting popular. Luke Cage actually cared about his community, and the people in it. If he got to know you, he got to know you, remembered your name, treated you like family.<br><br>&nbsp;For another two hours the men sat and talked and shot the shit. Until Rico started to slur his words and after going to the bathroom, nearly tripped coming back. "Luke...m'drunk man. I think I'm drunk. I...I'm sleepy too. I'ma go home. I'll be back tomorruh, maybe take that slugger out back and shee how I make it ash a demo man, hahahah." Before Luke could put his bottle back on the bar, Rico was already staggering outside. <strong>"Rico. Rico, hold on now!"</strong> Shaking his head, he jogged out after the man. No way he'd let him drive home as hammered as he was. His fears were for nothing though. Rico's sleek black Benz had a neon yellow, dingy boot on the tire. He'd parked in a no parking zone in his anger, and he'd been at the bar for hours. "Shit! Now I got a damn boot on muh car. Fuck me, huh?! Just fuck me!"<br><br>&nbsp;Luke reached out and grabbed his shoulder to keep him from freaking out, then held up his hand. <strong>"Rico. Calm down. I'm gonna call you an Uber to take you home. Leave me your car keys and I'll take care of the boot, park it out back. You come back and get it tomorrow. Cool?"</strong> "Cool", the man huffed. He fumbled around and got his keys, then headed back inside while Luke called him a ride. Once they showed up, he helped him into the car, tipped the guy a $100 and told him Rico's address. After the car was nothing but tail lights in the distance, Luke looked around before opening the car and putting the keys in the ignition. Setting the car to neutral, he got in front of the car, leaned down and clamped his hands under the frame.<br><br>&nbsp;Standing up, he locked his arms with the car behind him and pulled it by the front end into the parking alley behind the bar. He set the car down, then after putting it back in park, he locked it and grabbed the boot. He squeezed, crimping it and causing it to fall right off, then he crumpled the boot into a ball and tossed it into the dumpster. Problem solved. When he finally walked back into the inside, he washed his hands and went back behind the bar. "Everything okay, boss?" <strong>"Fine, Healy,"</strong> Luke said as he grabbed another glass and started polishing. <strong>"Just another night of good people gettin' shit on for no good reason."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 02:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>"What? I don't have time for that either!<br><br>Misty gave her ‘the look’. She didn’t know the full details of what happened between her and Luke, but the last time she saw the big guy he looked like he had more than enough. Her intuition told her it was something to do with his wife,now that was a good woman, a very good woman. A shame what happened, Luke didn’t deserve that. Nobody did. “Mmmhmm” Misty reached for the bottle of Jack. “ I hope you got another stash somewhere, this bottle won’t last the night.” She poured her cup and sat the bottle down. “The greatest painkiller on earth.” She mused before taking a sip. She looked a Jessica,the look on her face priceless. “Luke is a good man, not to get all in your business or anything, but I know you two will work it out.” She had a flair of confidence about her words. Like an old sage teaching a student.<br><br>At the mention of her arm she lowered her gaze, staring at the shiny metal artifice that was suppose to be the ultimate replacement for what she had left behind at the hospital that day. “Not really, looking to get an upgrade though.” Sure she had used her arm to toss around a few folks and scare some wannabe thugs, but she would save those serious ass whoopings for the real criminals, the ones that the public don’t see. “And No, I don’t use it for that.” She said quite casually. Though it was fun to try different things with it.<br><br>As for business it seemed like Jess had a plate full. She had much more going on than her, preferring to build up her contacts slowly until she got a good grip on things. Literally. These people out here nowadays were afraid to speak up. It was more common for people like her and Jones to get hired to do the dirty work.&nbsp; Which also reminded her that she had a bit of news to share.<br><br>"Oh hey, what are those drug runners that you're after called anyways?" <br><br>“From what I could get out of the last guy I tossed around, they call themselves MS13.” The cocoa colored woman placed her empty glass down. “ From what I’ve researched their operations stay mobile, never sticking around long enough for me to come knocking at the door ,you know. Does this mean you want in Jones?” Misty had a very slick smile on her face. Sure it was hard getting Jessica to team up the first time, but anyone who knew Misty Knight, knew she didn’t take no for an answer. “Well….how bout it, you can’t honestly want to spend the rest of the night in that chair.” She said crossing her arms over her chest. “Maybe we could even stop by Luke’s…”Misty teased.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>13-04-2016, 04:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Cocking her head to the side, Jess gave Misty her best <em>are you serious right now?</em> look when questioned about her alcohol stash. Reaching down for her special drawer again, she started pulling more bottles out, planting them on top of the desk one by one until there were five of them lined up like little soldiers. Wonderful throat-burning, short term amnesia-inducing soldiers. "And that's just my too-lazy-to-get-up drawer. Don't insult me."<br><br>“Luke is a good man, not to get all in your business or anything, but I know you two will work it out.”<br><br>"She said while getting all up in my business..." Jessica mumbled to herself while rolling her eyes for good measure. The whole point of the getting hammered thing was precisely <em>not</em> to think about feelings and past fuck ups, but Misty was trying really hard to murder her buzz. Of course, Jess knew that her overly optimistic friend only had her best interest at heart, so she couldn't get mad at her. What she could do, however, was drink more to compensate, so she got started on that right away. "Great pep talk, thanks." <em>Empty mug, refill, repeat.</em><br><br>The tidbit about Misty wanting to get an upgrade for her arm came as a bit of a surprise. For whatever reason, she'd assumed that it would be difficult to replace, but then again she was admittedly not an expert on bionic arms. Anyways, the thing was already pretty damn badass, so she wasn't sure how it would be upgraded even more, but it sounded good to her. She'd just have to remember not to challenge Misty to any arm wrestling competitions.<br><br>For a moment, Jess naively believed that she might have dodged the whole mess with the drug runners, only to have her hopes of a quiet evening at home crushed when Misty jumped back into the topic. <br><br>"Does this mean you want in Jones?”<br><br>"Uhh...no," Jessica answered despondently, knowing full well that she was as good as check-mated already.<br><br>“Well….how bout it, you can’t honestly want to spend the rest of the night in that chair.”<br><br>"The fuck I can't! And don't talk shit about my chair. It's a fine chair." She made a halfhearted attempt to stand her ground, but she recognized the tone in Misty's voice and the look on her face. Her only choices were to agree, or to have Misty hammer her for an hour about how they should do the right thing and all of that idealistic crap until she ended up caving anyways. They'd already gone through that song and dance plenty of times in the past. "...Fuck my life," Jess grumbled, pushing herself up to her feet and retrieving her jacket from the couch. Then she found a couple of brown paper bags that had been tossed haphazardly, offering one to her friend and wrapping one of the bottles of Jack in the other. <em>For the road.</em><br><br>"What kind of name is MS13 anyways? Sounds like some kind of British spy agency or something. Whatever, let's go fuck their shit up. After you," she said, gesturing towards the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 01:01:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7O1TOfa.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Cloak/Tyrone Johnson<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Holy Ghost Church, Manhattan<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, black t-shirt and sneakers, and of course a cloak<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dagger, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Tyrone was sitting in the rectory of the old Holy Ghost church, leaned back and playing a hand of poker with Father Delgado. The priest was winning, to say the least, and Tyrone had an absolutely awful hand. It looked very much like he was about to fold, in this game, but not in the 'spirited' debate they were having.<br><br>"All i'm saying, father, is that if there is a god watching over us mere mortals he's a hell of a lot less active about his business than the devil, because I know at least one demon who's going around eating people all willy-nilly, and he isn't concerned about being in the Lord's House right now."<br><br>Cloak's voice held a hollow echo, a side effect of his powers that while disturbing to most people was also extremely cool because it made him sound like Darth Vader. Delgado played his hand, and Cloak suppressed the urge to swear before putting down his own hand and sliding all the poker chips over to the priests side of the table.<br><br>"I mean, look at the world. There are so many evil people that tandy and I couldn't stop them all if there were a million of us. And when was the last time anyone got saved from a mugger or a rapist because they prayed?" Delgado waggled a finger at Tyrone as he spoke, beginning to deal out another hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"I disagree, Tyrone. The Lord may work in mysterious ways, but work he does. You and Tandy are living examples of his wisdom and glory. A child of light, beautiful as an angel who commands the devil to fight the good fight? That can only be god's work."<br><br><sub>'His god has forsaken him, and he is too foolish to realize it.'</sub><br><br>Tyrone chuckled and shook his head "Or it could be the work of a genetic mutation like all the other mutants out there. Either way, we'll never really know."<br><br><sub>'You know, portal guardian. You know that we demons feed on the souls and the light of life that his god bathes this world in, even as you mortals pray to your silent 'savior'. Stop wasting your time playing foolish games and go feed me their light. I hunger. Perhaps start with the priest....'</sub> <br><br>Tyrone had long ago learned to mostly ignore the voice that spoke quietly but insistently in his head. The being called the Predator was an even more constant companion to him than Tandy, and even when he was by himself he was never truly alone. The Predator never, ever left him alone when he hungered, and Tyrone had also learned to mostly ignore that hunger as well.<br><br>"Speaking of Tandy, where did that radiant beauty get off to?" Delgado asked, and Tyrone looked at the priest coolly. He'd been commenting on Tandy's looks a lot lately, and while she herself seemed oblivious to it, Tyrone was a good deal more cynical and world-wise well beyond his years, and he most certainly had noticed.<br><br>"I haven't the faintest idea, father. She probably got bored of listening to us debate theology."<br><br><sub>'The priest hungers too. I can taste his desire...'</sub>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 03:33:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/9/10/56155aca905be/landscape_xlarge.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Matt Murdock<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Daredevil<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Frank Castle, Eric Brooks <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Hannibal King, Abraham Whistler, Abigail Whistler, Stick<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br><hr><br>He didn't like this.<br><br>He didn't like this one bit.<br><br>Teaming up with Castle was one thing.&nbsp; Breaking him out of prison, though?<br><br>Just another criminal act that Murdock was going to have to add to the growing pile of criminal activity ever since he started operating as a vigilante.&nbsp; He was against this plan from the beginning, but Stick managed to talk him into it.&nbsp; Convinced him that Castle needed to be freed.&nbsp; That they were going to need his help.&nbsp; Murdock had been wary about trusting his former mentor, but the moment he learned just how dangerous the Hand could really be was the moment he started believing Stick's BS again.&nbsp; At the very least, he wanted to be present when they got to work on the prison break, if only to ensure that no lives were taken in the process, innocent or otherwise.<br><br>Moving through the shadows and avoiding both the cameras and the guards proved infinitely easier when you knew the place inside out.&nbsp; Thanks to Brooks' friends, Daredevil had the benefit and opportunity of memorizing the prison's entire floor plan and guard schedule.&nbsp; This wasn't the first time he stood within the walls of this building, but he was normally there as an attorney, not as a vigilante.&nbsp; Still, he felt that these hallways and cells were familiar to him.&nbsp; He could hear every footsteps echoing throughout the dark hallways.&nbsp; He kept track of the location of every guard within the vicinity.&nbsp; All the guards walked a certain way due to the belt full of tools that they had to wear.&nbsp; Of course, he had also memorized Brooks' individual footsteps as well so as to distinguish him from the others.<br><br>Stacks of pepperoni pizza.&nbsp; One Hawaiian.&nbsp; Someone ordered pizza delivery and stiffed the delivery... girl on the tip.&nbsp; A fresh batch of coffee had just been poured.&nbsp; The sounds of a flushing toilet came from the water-pipes.&nbsp; A fly got into one of the cells shared by two burly prisoners.&nbsp; The guy on the bottom bunk made a shiv out of a bar of soap.&nbsp; Irish Spring.&nbsp; A bottle of Vicodin was popped open.&nbsp; The prison doc was feeding his addiction again.&nbsp; One of the injured noticed, but was pretending to be asleep.&nbsp; A poker game two rooms down.&nbsp; Someone holding a pair of sevens just went all in.&nbsp; One of the others was getting nervous and took a puff from his cigarette.&nbsp; A prisoner stuck in solitary was getting stir-crazy.&nbsp; Not Castle, though.&nbsp; Castle hit harder than that.<br><br>"Don't kill me man, please. I got a wife. I got kids. Hell I got a mistress who thinks I love her! I got too much to live for. Just...just please don't kill me."<br><br>Moving through the shadows, Daredevil took notice of two sets of feet making their way toward Castle's cell.&nbsp; The poker game buddies.&nbsp; One of the stank of Camel brand cigs.&nbsp; These two have been around for a while.&nbsp; Long enough to know that shit was about to go down.&nbsp; Was it instinct that warned them that something was wrong?&nbsp; They both knew about Castle's solitary confinement.&nbsp; They had been informed.<br><br>They had their tranq. guns and their flashlights out.&nbsp; They weren't taking any chances.&nbsp; One of them, the guy with the pair of sevens tried calling it in, but was largely dismissed and ignored.<br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; You!&nbsp; Hands where I can see them!" The Camel cig guy shouted as he pointed his dart gun at Brooks.<br><br><em>K-tang!</em>&nbsp; <em>Wham!</em><br><br>Before either guard realized what had happened, their world went dark.&nbsp; Well... darker.&nbsp; They both stumbled to the ground as standing behind them was the Devil Man himself.&nbsp; Holstering his billy club, he picked up the two guards and tossed them into the cell to join the ones Brooks had already taken out.<br><br>"We need to move."&nbsp; That was all Daredevil said before fading back into the darkness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 04:16:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/U5Wo3WC.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Dagger/Tandy Bowen<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Holy Ghost Church, Manhattan<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cloak, Open&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>All she could remember when the theological debate came out was the first verse of Psalms. "Blessed is the one who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners, Nor sits in the seat of the scornful," she whispered to herself as she overheard their theological discussion. The truth was, despite being raised Catholic, she avoided the theological debates, and confrontations like that in general. She had no real interest in things like theology or politics or even most social issues. The only thing she confronted, or wanted to confront, was the sort of naked evil that had tragically exploited so many children and ended so many lives, including that of Tyrone and her own. She paused, musing on it for a moment and how it related to the discussion the other two were having as she tiptoed along the rafters and support beams just below the churches ceiling. <br><br>Tandy spent most of her young life practicing the art of dance. She started off with ballet... and evolved into ballroom and contemporary. It also complimented her gymnastics skills. But when the experimental drug she was forced to take transformed her, filling her with bountiful life force, leaving her literally vibrant and glowing with light, it had seemed to of almost accentuated her own natural skill when it came to agility, strength, balance, flexibility and dexterity. While what she was doing now was higher up then she would've ever dared doing before, the ceiling support beam was only slightly thinner then a gymnasts balance beam. But she usually need focus or concentration. Right now her mind was filled with thoughts of the past and how she could never go back to her old sheltered life, and the present and how ironic it was she found sanctuary in a church when her faith in people was challenged the most, and the uncertainties of the future<br><br>Then, on a whim, she back flipped off of the support beam and spread her arms outward, her legs gently bending at the knees as she braced herself for a deceptively soft landing upon the church floor thirty feet below and nailed the landing without the slightest stumble. She stuck a ten point landing perfectly as she approached the card table, the hair on the back of her neck almost sensing the rising chill wafting up from Cloak's form. Her hips gently swaying, Tandy herself, in all of her radiant beauty, completely ignoring or perhaps still ignorant of just how salacious her white form fitting attire actually was, then walked up behind Cloak. Her alabaster hands slid around the collar of his cloak and then over the edge of the opening of the cloak and rested those same hands on the impenetrable darkness that was Tyrone's chest. Only there, when her arms and hands contrasted with his perfect darkness, did Father Delgado notice the glowing radiance of Dagger as she laid her almost healing hands upon Cloak's chest and practically radiating the warmth of her excess lifeforce into his being, feeding his hunger. "All I know is that out of so much misery and death, I met you Tyrone and if it wasn't for those experiments, we wouldn't have the power capable of doing more then being just victims."<br><br>She paused, thinking of how the dark experiments turned her on a path of even greater good. "We struggle so much but I know we've saved... and changed so many lives of New York's forgotten. And with every life we save, I know I am doing good. And with every life we take..." she then said, perhaps unknowing of how dark or pragmatic it sounded. "...we save so many more from becoming forgotten victims." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 21:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> -&gt; Jessica's apartment / Alias Investigations' office, 485 W 46th Street ---&gt;&gt;&gt; LUKE’S<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Luke Cage&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br><br>She took one more swig for the road. " Hell if I know." MS13 had to be&nbsp; some new gang&nbsp; that just moved in to take territory. There were so many gangs now that she could barely keep up with them. Times sure did change. Besides, she had to get Jones out that chair. The evening was still young and they had some work to do and some serious shit to fuck up.<br><br>Rising to her feet, black heels clicking on the floor as she headed out with her sullen friend, Misty began to reminisce about the days of old when a pimp was just a pimp and not some guy with a freaky athletic ability. She remembered her first reaction to Jessica’s ‘ability’. Thought the girl was on some stuff and wanted to have her admitted.&nbsp; Now she was practically like her, give or take a few.<br><br>“You know what?” She said as they headed to the elevator. “ I think I know who can help us…”<br><br>TWENTY MINUTES LATER at LUKE’S<br>&nbsp;<br>Misty walked through the door of Luke’s bar. She looked around at the new renovations since it had been a while. “Is that reinforced steel bars??” She noted over to Jessica who didn’t seem to be to be to happy about being here. However Luke had the best wings on this side of town and it wasn’t like she had tricked Jones into coming. This was bound to happen.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“Hey Roy!” She shouted and waved taking a seat at the bar. “Where’s Luke?” She inquired. The bartender pointed over to a table. Luke looked like he was playing counselor to some unknown. Just like him to always be the supporting owner of a bar that had just blown up not to long ago.<br>“Hmmm...I see. I’ll take a bud light, lime.” She said with a smile as Roy nodded. Looking over to Jessica she arched an eyebrow inquisitively. “ What you getting?”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 00:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Jessica hadn't figured out who it was that would supposedly be of help until they were about a block away from the bar. Or had she just been fooling herself into pretending she didn't know what Misty was up to? The alcohol wasn't exactly making it easier to think, either. Hell, even walking somewhat straight was already a challenge by that point, which would have still been fine if they were just going to be roughing up some gangster punk for info. That would have been the easiest thing in the world, but now Jess realized she was going to be thrown into something else entirely; the one thing she'd been most conflicted about.<br><br>She wanted to argue against going inside. If she just told Misty <em>everything</em>, then surely she'd understand and back off, right? Great plan, except for the fact that Jessica's throat went dry just at the thought of it, a sudden burning sensation creeping up her neck and face, leaving them flushed. Misty was basically half of Jessica's friends, someone that she actually respected and liked at the same time...she was too ashamed to tell her.<br><br>Trudging into Luke's behind Misty, Jess tossed her empty whiskey bottle in the trash and wondered just how the hell she'd allowed herself to get into this situation. <em>Because you're a drunk, selfish asshole.</em> Somehow, the brutal honestly of her own conscience managed to surprise her as she made her way to the bar and took a seat. It was Roy behind the bar. <em>Just</em> Roy as far as she could see. Maybe she'd actually gotten lucky. Still, Jess shot her friend a murderous glare when Misty inquired about Luke, all while being loud and drawing as much attention as she could. As if she hadn't done enough of that already just by strutting into the place wearing those heels.<br><br>Instinctively, she turned to glance in the direction that Roy was pointing before being able to stop herself. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment while she stared wide-eyed like an idiot. How could she miss him even more now that they were just across the room from one another than she had the past few weeks? Swallowing hard, Jessica forcefully tore her eyes away from Luke, planting her elbow on the bar and pinching the bridge of her nose almost hard enough to shatter it.<br><br>"Make it two," she echoed Misty's order, probably to the surprise of everyone, including herself, since catching Jessica Jones turning down an opportunity for hard liquor was like spotting a unicorn. She figured that she was enough of a goddamn mess already without getting even more drunk. There were so many jumbled questions racing through her hazy mind, but very few answers. Or rather, none of the answers were comforting or satisfying.<br><br>"Can you just..." Jess glanced sideways at misty, "Just ask what you're gonna ask for your dealer problem so we can get out of here. Please?" <br><br><em>I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't.</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 01:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Expendables-2_02.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Surprised by a visitor<br><strong>Music:</strong> Ms. Jackson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYxAiK6VnXw)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr>Luke had thought Rico would be the only sad story tonight. Well he'd been wrong. Next up was another regular, but his job schedule was erratic, so he was in at seemingly random times. The weird thing though, was that Luke had never seen Julian at the bar at this time before. And he'd been nursing one beer all night. Usually he put down at least six. So Luke went over. <strong>"Julian."</strong> The not nearly drunk man looked up from his probably flat beer and gave Luke the barest hint of a nod. "Hey, Luke. I figured you'd eventually ask what was wrong. Wellp...I lost my job yesterday. Downsizing or some bullshit like that, but I guarantee my boss's boss gets a bonus this year now that me and some others are out of a job." <br><br>Luke creased his brow and leaned back. <strong>"Dammit, man. Uhhh, don't worry. You've got your savings to live on for a while. And I can ask around, see if I can get you on somewhere. Gimme a few days. Oh,"</strong> he paused as he stood up, and put a thick hand on Julian's shoulder. <strong>"Buy more beer, asshole. Your alcoholism is what lets me get that bread I like from Whole Foods."</strong> "Bald asshole," Julian snickered before twisting his wrist to say he did indeed want another beer now. <br><br>Looking up from the man finally, Luke saw two beautiful, familiar faces. He didn't quite know how to react to seeing Misty and Jessica, so he kept his expression calm and neutral for the moment while walking behind the bar. He heard their order, and got a clean glass to pour the second glass while Roy handled the first. Of course Roy made sure Misty got the cup he poured. He was silent when he walked over, and only after he placed Jess's drink in front of her did he lean forward on the bar and look back and forth between them. A small smile started to stretch across his features. <strong>"Evenin', ladies. This is a surprise. A pleasant one though."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;It really was nice to see them. But seeing Jessica still felt strange. He wasn't sure how he felt. But that feeling would never go away if they continued to not talk. <strong>"And what's this I hear 'bout a dealer problem?"</strong> If they were here for info, it would hardly be a surprise. It made a lot more sense than them stopping by just to catch up and gossip. Besides, everybody knew Luke Cage always had his ear to the streets. If he wasn't such a stand up guy, having all the connections he did would make him look miiiiighty suspicious. While waiting for one of them to answer, he poured himself some whiskey and set a joint on the bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 02:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.craveonline.com/images/stories/2011/2011/November/Comics/marvel/punisher/punisher5658.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Castle<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Punisher<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary - Cafeteria to Solitary Confinement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blade <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Daredevil<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The cell had been completely pitch and the only way he had managed to move about his solitary confinement was by memory alone. When they fed him meals, the room lit up for that brief moment for a prison guard to slide the tray inside through the steel hatch. He was able to locate the bathroom, which was basically a hole in the wall that the prison guards flushed for him on the outside when they remembered to.<br><br>Curled up in the darkness, with his wrists and ankles shackled and linked together by a chain, rested Frank. He had a lot of time to sleep, and he was able to still perform push-ups, sit-ups, and a few isometric exercises to keep himself conditioned throughout the ordeal. His rest was light. It was as though his body slept, but his mind didn’t. He heard the guards walking passed his cell, the sneeze and coughs of the guard who was posted outside, and just from listening to the patterns, he knew that there had been four on rotating shifts guarding him.<br><br>Tonight, however, was different. His blue eyes cracked open as he heard voices outside his cell. There was a strange voice. It was different. A fifth guard? It made him suspicious. Pressing his palms against the floor, his chains rattled as he sat up on his hip and stared at where he knew the door was. Frank paused, listening closely to the muffled voices until what sounded like a struggle occurred. He was used to guards breaking protocol. One never knew when some family would bribe the prison guards to let one of those hitmen in to kill him. Frank log-rolled over to the wall left of the door and with his forearms posted on the floor, he curled his legs beneath himself. Pushing off the floor, he sat upright on his knees and rose to his feet. With his back pressed against the wall, he waited, waiting for whatever hitman was outside that door to open his cell and peek inside. Curling and uncurling his fingers, he cracked them as he was prepared to throw his weight into the intruder and grapple him.<br><br><strong>Open sesame.</strong> The cell door opened and Frank had been expecting light from the hall to pour in. Instead, poking his head in was a man that he hadn’t been expecting. His eyes had adapted to the dark lighting, he supposed that the fact the power was out was a good thing for he was in no mood to be blinded. <strong>As I live and breathe. Good to see you again, Frank.</strong><br><br>Frank scowled, regarding the vampire suspiciously.<br><br>“What the hell do you want?” he asked gruffly. His throat felt so dry and unused that his voice sounded scratchy. Frank hadn’t spoken in a long time.<br><br><strong>Cavalry’s arrived. Now put on that guard uniform and let’s get you outta here. We got a looo~ot of catchin’ up to do, and some people to <em>punish.</em></strong><br><br>It was then Blade disappeared back outside the cell and tossed in two full-grown unconscious guards as though they had been small children. Frank didn’t bother to question him further for he figured that he would learn more in due time. He wanted out of prison, and he wasn’t about to pass up any opportunity he had to leave. Hell…he had to get back at…<br><br>Another scuffle Frank heard in the hallway made him freeze. Did Eric bring a friend? Two more guards were thrown into the cell by…speak of the fucking devil.<br><br><strong>We need to move.</strong><br><br>Frank’s face immediately hardened into a deep scowl at the sight of Matt Murdock, the fucker who had put him in here in the first place.<br><br>“You sure you want to give me a gun?” Frank grumbled to Blade as he walked over to one of the downed guards and patted about his belt until he produced a ring of keys. He began quickly flipping through the keys, stabbing each one into the cuff hole until he figured it would be quicker if he just…<br><br>“Give me a hand,” Frank said to Blade as he chimed over to him with his fists outstretched. He knew the Daywalker could easily break his cuffs. Once his wrists and ankles were free, Frank turned to the folded up uniform and quickly dressed into it. He grabbed a few extra M9s and magazines that he stuffed into the compartments of his belt. Seeing The Punisher dressed in a tan and black prison guard costume might have been a nightmare to some inmates, but if it hadn’t been for his neglected grooming that made his face bristlier than a porcupine’s ass, he might have actually looked the role.<br><br>He checked the chamber of each of his pistols, locking each bullet in so that they were ready to immediately fire when he needed them. Stepping out of the cell into the hallway, Frank rolled his shoulders and rotated his arms. It had been a long while since he had been able to raise his arms above his head. Frank stopped when he realized that he was getting ahead of his rescuer (he was eager to be back on the outside). He glanced back at Blade.<br><br>“After you.”</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 03:02:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> -&gt;---&gt;&gt;&gt; LUKE’S<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Luke Cage&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br><br>She didn’t know why, but Jess looked very uncomfortable in her seat, almost liked it pained her to be here. “Oh girl stop it, we got plenty of time. Live a little..”.<br><br>Roy placed the mug down in front of her. “Thanks Roy.”&nbsp; Picking up the mug, she took a much needed gulp. The beer was nice and cold, just how she liked it. Licking her lips that left a well satisfied smile on her lips she looked up to greet the owner of the bar and dear friend, Mr. Cage.<br><br>“Hey Luke honey, love what you done with the place. Me and Jess were in the neighborhood, so we decided to drop by.” She cut her eyes over to Jessica as if expecting her to say something. Sitting up in her chair as she crossed her legs, the song ‘Ms. Jackson’ in the background she couldn’t help but tap the toe of her boot to the beat.<br><br>It was true Luke did have a very solid ear to the streets. The same type of ear she would of have if she wasn’t an ex-cop. People in your neighborhood look at you differently when come back from off the field. Especially if&nbsp; you come back with a metallic arm. She rested her bionic limb on the counter as Luke personally delivered Jess a mug of bud light. She couldn’t help but feel this odd energy coming from the two. So they went on a few bad dates, big deal, or perhaps there was something else missing, something she didn’t know about. In any case, Misty loved playing matchmaker. The hard part was already over in her eyes.<br><br>“Yea..” Misty continued. “ A new group of wannabe Tony Montana’s, called MS13, you heard of them?” She asked. Praying he had some type of information.&nbsp; Completely unaware that a prison break was going on, though she hadn't completely ignored the many police sirens on the street. Her bag started to vibrate and she reached inside to pull out her phone.&nbsp; Misty still had connections within the NYPD, but they were very discreet. Whenever they needed help with something they couldn't get their hands on because of the red tape, they would notify her.<br><br>Tapping a few buttons on her phone she slipped it back in her bag and turned her attention back to her friends. " Havn't noticed any new kids on the block have you? " Everyone she had talked to had either pissed their pants or refused to talk. Something odd was going. Especially since she started receiving reports about these new drugs being made from altered DNA. What ever the hell that meant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 03:29:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://images-cdn.moviepilot.com/images/c_fill,h_213,w_500/t_mp_quality_gif/zfzsfw9y4fshk0io1tca/wesley-snipes-is-still-pretty-upbeat-about-the-possible-blade-reboot-but-how-would-it-w-564949.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eric Brooks<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blade<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Daredevil, Frank Castle <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br><hr><br><br>Blade seemed completely focused on the guard while he was freaking out, but his own enhanced senses picked out a fellow master of stealth as he approached. And the fact that he noticed him before he noticed the two guards meant his worry level was beyond negative. You brought back up for reasons exactly like this, and as soon as the light flashed on him, there was the somewhat toe curling sound of metal striking skull, and then both were curling to the floor, unconscious. "Wondered when you'd show up," came Blade's calm and sarcastic response that he didn't expect an answer to. And didn't get one. Instead the Daredevil told him they needed to get moving, and was already on his way. Someone was all business tonight. <br><br>When Frank ID'd him, the Punisher's first query was what exactly Blade wanted with him. "I planned on sending a cake with a file in it, but things changed and we had to speed up our time table. Your services are needed, plain and simple. I'll explain more when we're free and clear." He stepped aside as Matt tossed the other guards in the cell. Boy would they have egg on their faces when they woke up. Even in the darkness, he could see every detail on Frank's face. And how it changed when he caught sight of the man in the mask. He asked if he was sure he wanted to give him a gun, and he scoffed. "Well not if you're gonna try and put <em>another</em> bullet in him.<br><br>&nbsp;We need him as much as you tonight, so try to focus those murderous urges toward what's comin'; not dumb, <em>but</em> innocent prison guards or Red and Fearless over there. You're gonna need that fire." He paused, then realized it was probably too much to ask for Frank to not shoot anyone. "If you gotta shoot...at least try to wing em'." In his usual brusque fashion, after not finding the right keys to his chains, Frank just held his arms out and told Blade to help. Reaching over, he grabbed the cuffs and snapped each one off his wrist, then he snapped his ankle cuffs too. In about ten seconds, Frank Castle was free in every sense of the word except that he was technically still behind "enemy" lines. He closed the door with the guards inside, and was already walking after Frank toof off.<br><br>&nbsp;"C'mon. It's dark enough that we should be able to walk right out. If it looks like trouble though I know a few auxiliary exits we can use. Oh, take this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an earpiece that would let Frank talk witht he others, then passed it oer to him. He took the lead, gesturing for Frank to keep up before breaking into a light jog. "Castle's in the bag and we're on the move. Keep the power off as long as you can; shouldn't take more than a bit to get to the parking lot." "Affirmative," came Whistler Jr's voice over the comm. "And what about the man in red pajamas and a BDSM mask?" was King's question.<br><br>&nbsp;"He's around here somewhere. Don't worry about him. Unlike some people...he's a pro." Hannibal gasped loudly into the comm. "I resent that!" "What? Sayin' Daredevil's a pro, unlike you?" "Nah, not that part. I know I suck sometimes. No, Eric. It was the <em>way</em> you said it...you hurt my feelings." Eric's eyes rolled at the ridiculousness of the guy he depended on almost every day. "Hannibal...shut up and do your job." "Yes, dear." <br><br>Blade couldn't help but sigh once again. With Frank on his six, and his senses on full alert, Blade led the way out of solitary and back into gen pop. The lights were still off, and random beams of light flashed around as guards hustled this way and that. But in the darkness, even when light shined directly on them, nobody saw anything out of place. Far too much panic and confusion going on. Just a few more minutes, a few more corridors and they'd be home free. With the power out, they didn't even have to swipe their access cards, just keep a brisk pace and look like they had somewhere to be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 04:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROXZFfuHbrs/TEhyO0C-API/AAAAAAAAMR0/AEorqMvgIqE/s640/jon+foo+10.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shang-Chi<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Chinatown, NY-&gt;Subway-&gt; Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, black sweat pants -&gt; Red sleaveless hoodie, black sweatpants, and kung-fu shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Luke Cage (Mentions), Jessica Jones (Mentions)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Inside a darken room, a lone light from a wax candle flickered; illuminating barely little of the room. What it did reveal with it's light was a lone man sitting with his legs crossed, eyes closed, and arms dripped over his legs. From head to toe the man was covered in sweat, whether it was from anything physical remains a mystery. However, as he sat there, sweat rolling off his body as time flowed, the man's eyes flickered as if he was dreaming. He wasn't sleeping, or at least the definition of sleeping. The man, Shang-Chi, was in a deep state of meditation that aided in his calmness of mind.<br><br>However, there was no calmness in this session. A pained expression on Shang-Chi's face revealed his discomfort as a sensation of coldness covered Shang-Chi mind as he felt it slowly cover the city. He could feel it. He could feel the cold darkness decend upon the city ever so slowly as if it was trying to drain Shang-Chi of his life. Within Shang-Chi's eyes, all he saw was darkness. Within the darkness, hands reached to him that he could barely makeout. These hands were made of the darkness that obfuscated his vision as if it was every shadow within the world through his eyes.<br><br>It grasped Shang-Chi's arms and as it did a lions roar screamed through his ears, shocking Shang-Chi out of his trance. By coicidence or fate, the candle that illuminated his room was blown out, leaving Shang-Chi in total darkness as he breathed heavily. Standing up, Shang-Chi shakenly walked into his bathroom and turned on the light to illuminate the room. Splashing water on his face and grabbing a towel to dry his body of sweat, Shang-Chi looked into his bathroom mirror and stared into his own eyes for an entire minute. Seeing the same dark hands that tried to grab him in his own eyes reflection, Shang-Chi closed his eyes and dried off all the sweat from his body and proceeded to shower as fast as he could. For whatever reason after his meditative session, he did not feel safe in his own appartment anymore. It wasn't like how his father's assassins would barge into his quarters and try to kill him. Shang-Chi did not fear them. Whatever this feeling was, Shang-Chi felt fear come from him because of it. He needed to find someone. He needed to know if they felt it too. If not, he had to warn them that something is coming tonight. A darkness he could not describe was coming.<br><br>Exiting his appartment, Shang-Chi looked left and then right. His caution was causing him to feel out his surroundings more so than he usually would when he felt threatened. His mind was on high alert now and remained so as he jogged his way to the closest Subway entrance to his house. Paying the 3$ fare for him to ride a train to Harlem, Shang-Chi boarded the train with no problem.<br><br>There were few heroes Shang-Chi was affiliated with in his time as a street hero. Some, like Spider-Man and Daredevil, were hard to find considering they could be in any place throughout where they work. However, the one Shang-Chi is seeking is someone Shang-Chi is almost certain he would be in the spot he would find him at. Luke Cage aka Power Man was someone Shang-Chi met through Heroes for Hire, a rag-tag group of Street-level heroes that Shang-Chi was once apart of. He remembered fondly of the team that he left after awhile to hunt his father. Now, returning to New York for the same reason Shang-Chi left, he came into contact with Luke Cage who's been running a bar. While Shang-Chi doesn't drink, he would visit to say greetings to his friend. It was also Luke who pointed Shang-Chi to someone who would help him find his father in New York; Jessica Jones. Jessica was another person special like Luke. However, she didn't do the hero exploits like Luke and Shang-Chi. She did, however, do investigative work. She was someone Shang-Chi needed in finding whatever he could&nbsp; about his father. It also humored him seeing the sour look when he mentioned to Jessica that she was reconmended by Luke Cage. It wasn't hard for Shang-Chi to deduce that something is going on between the two. Thinking about it was easing Shang-Chi's mind and almost made him relax.<br><br>Suddenly, inside the train that Shang-Chi was riding to Harlem in, a gush of wind brushed Shang-Chi's neck. Turning around immediately, ready to engage what was about to attack him, Shang-Chi was met with just the normal sight of pedestrians riding a train. Some of them were looking at Shang-Chi as if he was losing his mind. Maybe he was, but Shang-Chi was too balanced in spirit to be feeling the effects of insanity. Turning back around, Shang-Chi still felt that someone was watching him; stalking him. This feeling stayed with Shang-Chi as he exited the train and walked to his destination. This sensation that someone was hunting him was slowly wading on his mind as he remained walking alone on the streets of Harlem. <br><br>Shang-Chi was spooked. Spooked enough for him to find companionship in order to confirm that he was not alone in this sensation. He needed to know if someone else could feel this darkness that was coming, even if they were not of responsive to the world as Shang-Chi was through meditation and martial prowless. Finally reaching his destination by foot, Shang-Chi gripped the handle to the door to Luke's, but did not enter. No, he checked his surroundings for whatever was watching him first. Finding nothing within his vicinity that warranted his attention, even with extending his meditative sense to make sure he was safe, Shang-Chi entered the door to the bar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 04:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><em>Shit, shit, shit!</em> The word kept repeating in Jess' head as she spied Luke from the corner of her eye, heading back behind the bar with that slight hint of swagger. Pulling her hand away from her face, she straightened herself out a bit in her seat as a result of the tension suddenly spreading all throughout her body. Half-expecting that he would tell her to get the hell out - despite Misty's seemingly endless optimism - Jessica was already prepared to take off with her tail between her legs by the time that Luke leaned in towards her. <br><br>"Evenin', ladies. This is a surprise. A pleasant one though."<br><br>"It is?" The blank, stupid look on her face and her raised eyebrows made her own surprise blatantly obvious. She would have been suspicious that somebody was making him say that, had she not felt Killgrave's neck snap between her own fingers. Slowly, Jess reached out to grab the cold mug that Luke had brought her, dragging it closer towards her side of the bar. "I mean...hi. Place looks good as new," she reiterated Misty's words, not having the slightest clue as to what the appropriate thing to say was in this scenario. <em>Yeah, compliment him on the bar that your psychopath stalker made him blow up, you know, the one he built with his wife that you killed before trying to cover it up. Fantastic.</em> <br><br>Funny how she was good at solving everyone's problems, yet so pathetic at dealing with her own. Thankfully, Misty came to her rescue by asking about MS13 before she could make any more brilliant comments. It may have looked like Jessica was paying close attention to Luke's answer, but the truth was that she was barely listening. She was just watching him, wondering what he was thinking, agonizing over it since he looked so neutral and casual that she wasn't getting anything at all. Like nothing had ever happened.<br><br><em>Why isn't he as miserable as me?</em> The whole reason Jess had stayed away in the first place was because she knew that she'd just keep hurting him one way or another - yeah, she was probably the only person awful enough to hurt a literally invulnerable man - and Luke was such a great guy who deserved infinitely better...so why was part of her disappointed not to find him a depressive mess? <em>Jesus Christ, am I really that fucked up!?</em> Not a question that she necessarily wanted answered.<br><br>Bringing the mug up to her lips, Jessica made herself tune back in to the conversation between Luke and Misty, if only to give her mind something else to focus on for a few minutes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 05:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Expendables-2_02.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Surprised by visitor(s)<br><strong>Music:</strong> No One Believes Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fG7yHCbMQ40)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr> He offered his good friend Misty a friendly smile and a nod of his head when she said she liked the new look of the bar. <strong>"Thaaaanks, Misty. Ya know, all I needed was a new location, furniture that <em>wasn't</em> on fire, unscorched walls, and no random debris everywhere. And good as new,"</strong> he said with a good natured chuckle. If you couldn't laugh at yourself after all, right? Of course he noticed Misty's quick glance at Jess, and he knew exactly what it was for. Good ole' Misty. She was a romantic at heart, and her heart <em>was</em> in the right place. If only he and Jess were fixed as easily as in a movie. And speaking of Ms. Jones, her response was one that caught him as off guard hearing it as it seemed her saying it.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"It is,"</strong> he said before he could think about it. And when he locked eyes with her, for a few moments she'd see the truth. His neutral look was all an act, and it was taking a lot to hold it together. She'd be able to see care and worry underneath the steel hard exterior and his equally steely gaze. Seeing her was hard. Almost as hard as his skin. And not because he was mad. With some time apart, and Killgrave dead, he'd been able to think. <em>Really</em> think. Jones had killed his wife, true. But Killgrave had given the order. And as someone who'd also been under that psycho's control, he knew resistance was basically impossible. And sure she hid it from him. But how did you bring that up? Even if they hadn't ended up sleeping together, which was going to happen regardless.<br><br>&nbsp;She couldn't just say, "Hey Luke...you don't know me, but under the control of a psycopathic Brit with the silverest tongue ever, I was forced to punch your wifes torso to powder." Or, "Hey baby, you just rocked me world...so here's a story of why your wife is dead." There was <em>no</em> good way to bring it up, and as proven by when she finally did, there was no way he could take it well when he first heard it. But in their short time together, they'd been through a helluva lot. And the way it ended...no he didn't want to say ended. Paused? The way things got put on hold didn't sit right with him. He didn't like ignoring her existence while she did the same with his. When she parroted Misty, he nodded again. <strong>"Heh, thanks. It was mostly furnished when I bought it. But considering I'm basically a one man construction crew and I can work all day without gettin' tired, got it up to code pretty quick."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He tore his eyes away from Jess when Misty asked her question. And when she said MS-13, he shook his head. <strong>"Shit. You know somebody mixed up with them? Or worse, <em>you're</em> mixed up in this? I know you can take care of yourself, Misty. But just a warning, these guys don't pull punches. They will try and kill you the first chance they get."</strong> With that warning out of the way, he took a deep breath and ducked beneath the bar. He came back up with the chalkboard he used to display specials, and quickly drew out the symbol for the gang to show to the two women.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Mara Salvatrucha. AKA MS-13. Primarily central Americans, like 90% Salvadorians. Mara pays respect to one of the original gangs that spawned them back in San Salvador. Salvatrucha is what they called Salvadorian farmers who became guerillas during the Salvadorian Civil War. 13 is because M is the thirteenth letter of the Mexican alphabet, and they're showing respect to the Mexican Mob."</strong> He took a swig of his liquor, then put the joint to his lips and sparked it. He'd had a long day and a bit of good gas never hurt anyone. Unless it was propane and you lit a match. After a few puffs, he put it in the ash tray and slid it forward for anyone who wanted to take a hit. After blowing the smoke out, he leaned against the opposite side of the bar.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"They're not really a new gang. Been around since the 90's. But their presence up here is basically fresh. They migrated across the country I found out a lot about them in Riker's. They tried to take me out in the joint once they heard I was top dog. It went badly for them, but that's the case for most people. Still. These guys are...they're monsters. They do it all. Drugs, gun running, trafficking, assassinations, straight up urban war. And everything they do is brutal. They don't do efficient. They do overkill. I'm talkin', you owe them $5 for an hour and to make an example they string your wife and kids up on an overpass, then cut your head off while you're crying about it. <br><br>And record the whole thing. Cut your heart out and eat it type shit. That's their...their system. The more fucked up you are, the easier it is to make it to the big time. These guys answer directly to the Sinaloa Cartel, and promotion is based off of your kill count and your brutality."</strong> She asked if he'd seen any new kids around. Runners, slingers on the corner, look outs, that sorta thing. <strong>"Now that you mention it, yeah. A few new faces that keep poppin' up around town. I didn't pay attention at first because ya know, seein' a hispanic kid around here is like seein' a black kid. You just hope for the best."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He took his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed a list of corners and areas he'd seen kids and guys who looked like they could be even loosely affiliated with MS-13, then texted it to Misty and Jessica. <strong>"So, now you two tell me just what you're into and if you need my help. I haven't cracked skulls in what feels like forever and I'm antsy."</strong> Looking over to the door when someone entered, his eyebrow raised when he saw who it was. A good friend, but not really a bar type. <strong>"Shang? Hey Roy, do me a favor and get my man over there some cold milk or water with lemon or whatever he wants."</strong> Shang was a lot like Danny. Clean body, clean mind and all that. He barely even looked at alcohol, but he was always welcome in Luke's bar. <strong>"What brings you this way, man?"</strong> The song on the radio had changed, and it was one Luke had heard a few times, even though he didn't always listen to Kid Cudi like that. It was creepy though, and sent a tingle down his spine for a reason he couldn't quite put his finger on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 06:46:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> -&gt;---&gt;&gt;&gt; LUKE’S<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Luke Cage ,Shang-Chi&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong>Daredevil<br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br>Luke gave them both the run down on this gang. Everything from the origin story, to the travel patterns&nbsp; to the point of sale. These guys were no joke from how he made it seem and for the first time ever Misty was sorry she asked. <br><br>“Damn.” Was all she could say followed by another hard gulp and several more before she was satisfied. She knew she could count on Luke, she didn’t know why she didn’t come to him sooner. Misty was never one to not ask for help when she really needed it. In fact it would be almost euphoric to have the team assembled again.<br><br>“For some reason, I missed all that information at the academy.” After just being schooled by Luke on gang history, now would of been the time to start connecting the dots. He had sent them both information via text to work with and it was all cool with her. “ Thanks” She tipped her mug to him. That is until he started going into detail about how this gang actually operated. So the MS-13 squad were just another gang of murdering psychopaths from south america. She had a list of bad apples in her black book from her time working with the boys in blue. In that time she had seen all kinds of things that would keep a grown man awake at night. This gang would be no different from the rest, but it did explain why people were scared shitless. <br><br><strong>"So, now you two tell me just what you're into and if you need my help. I haven't cracked skulls in what feels like forever and I'm antsy.”<br></strong><br><br>“Yea, just as soon as I-um we find where they are operating from. If I knew that, I would of came knocking a long time ago.” She needed to find out how they were getting drugs in to the neighborhoods. Maybe they owned some store front property to hide the product until they could sell it. Even with her resources it seemed like these guys were pretty organized, a little to organized. At&nbsp; first she thought this gang may have been connected to the King Pin, because moving around like that took money. However the kingpin had been thrown into a hole thanks to that guy who runs around calling himself Daredevil.<br><br>Misty rested her organic arm on the counter to prop herself up. Jessica, looking as puzzled as ever didn’t really have much to say. Yup, these two definitely had feels for each other.She was about to speak when Luke’s eye shot over to the entry way. Looking over&nbsp; her shoulder Misty caught sight of something she hadn’t seen in a long time.<br><br>“Shang-Chi?” A smile spread across her face. The Martial arts master had walked through and she was not talking about Danny, though he was also good. “Well isn’t this a lovely reunion. What are you doing here, I thought you were in Cambodia or some place like that.” Luke called Roy to set Shang up with a lemon water. She didn’t know what is was with these&nbsp; master martial artists and their green leaf diets, hell she learned a few moves herself, but every now and then a girl&nbsp; just has to toss a bottle of jack back.<br><br>“Good to see you.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 00:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/7d9a07180defda07150cfd0b810afa34/tumblr_nkkkxgHHud1u0y8kwo1_1280.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Patsy Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12244344#msg12244344)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <em>Meow</em>.<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Money Well-Spent (sans nude lip gloss) (http://joylovesfashion.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/blue-dress-beyonce-revel.jpg) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Patsy's Apartment ---&gt; Luke's, Harlem<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica, Misty, Luke, Shang, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Running her fingers through hair that was still a bit dripping from the shower, Patsy listened to the phone in the apartment of her sister ring and ring - was she seriously screening her calls? Patsy rolled her eyes and hung up before Jessica's answering machine could answer the question for her. Turning to stare into the mirror, she pondered what to do with her hair while the hair dryer played with the red strands and then decided to do something simple. If Patsy was a betting woman, then she'd probably be able to find Jessica at Luke's bar, although that was probably the last place she needed to be - still, her sister was a creature of habit. She turned her hair dryer off and pulled her still kind-of-damp hair back into a tight ponytail while she started applying her make-up. She was already putting together an outfit in her head because tonight was one of those rare nights that her waitressing job hadn't called her all day, so Patsy was getting one those rare - what were they called? <em>Nights off</em>. So, the good clothes were coming out, even if she was only going over to Luke's - she hadn't worn that dress in a minute and she had bought those heels last week, had barely been able to pay her rent because of it, so they needed a night out. <br><br>That meant easy on the make-up, other than the lipstick. If you could wear red lipstick with an outfit - and it could be <em>that</em> shade of red - then you were obligated to wear that lipstick. <br><br>Sheer, nude-colored stockings and garter clips attached under the dress to keep the stockings from fall down and then the hunt for jewelry. Patsy settled on some simple cold hoops and this cute bracelet she couldn't remember when she had bought - if she had taken a moment, she'd probably realize that she spent a bit too much on clothing, but where was the sin in that? She worked three jobs, she was allowed to spend money clothing - especially when she looked so damn good in it. Carefully, Patsy tugged the blue dress down over her curves before she applied her perfume and wandered back into her bathroom, letting her hair out from the ponytail. A well-executed side-part followed by scrunching of hair bits and hair spray, and Patsy finally felt ready to go. Out of the bathroom, she shoved her normal stuff into a peach clutch and then was out, locking her door behind her. <br><br>This was New York, so there was a cab as soon as she made herself visible outside. <br><br>"Thanks, enjoy your night!" leaning into the cab window, Patsy handed the driver her fare plus tip - she understood that struggle, so she also winked at him. He probably had a something at home, but still, she liked the smile she got. <br><br>Looking up at the bar lights, Patsy she decided she was probably overdressed, but she didn't give a damn. It was a night off and she felt good, ratings for "Trish Talk" were some of the highest they had been and the show managers were talking about opening up the topics she was allowed to cover - which would mean more ears that might be listening, and when you were a radio show in the age of the podcast and YouTube, you were happy for what you could get. Her fingers curled around her clutch as she pushed the door to Luke's open, unsure exactly <em>who</em> she'd find behind it - and she wasn't taken totally by surprise.<br><br>At least, at first.<br><br>Her sister was here, with Misty in-tow - and Luke, of course. And Shang? Patsy blinked - well, okay. Patsy managed to bounce on her heels as she walked and waved, wandering into earshot as she slid onto a barstool.<br><br>"I hope I'm not interrupting a club meeting. How is everyone?" she grinned and winked at Misty. "I'll take an amaretto sour, extra cherries please." <br><br>The feeling of the bar made Patsy think that something bad had just happened, but nothing was broken, so she sat and waited for the conversation to pick back up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 02:05:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty, Luke, Shang-Chi, Patsy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Just as Jessica had convinced herself that he'd completely deleted any sort of feelings towards her, she thought that she might have noticed something going on behind Luke's eyes. Was there really, though, or was she just seeing what she wanted to see? With the strong buzz still coursing through her body, her talents for perception and deduction weren't exactly at their sharpest. It also made her realize that she had absolutely no idea what she wanted. Two seconds ago, it pained her that Luke seemed fine, yet now that she suspected he wasn't, it only made her heart ache that much worse. <br><br>It wasn't easy dealing with all of that while trying to follow the conversation at the same time, especially with Luke firing off information like he'd majored in South American drug cartels. "Fuck me, Wikipedia has nothing on you," Jess commented with a hint of wonderment. The poor choice of words only hit her about half a second too late. Well, nobody had ever accused her of being overly eloquent, that had always been her sister's thing. No point overlapping skills, right? Tilting her gaze back down to her drink, Jess tried her best to suppress the blush creeping up her neck...which didn't work at all thanks to the heated flashbacks of being bent over the counter after closing time, almost in that exact spot. Technically, it was the pre-explosion bar,&nbsp; but close enough.<br><br>Of all things, it was the mention of cold milk that suddenly snapped Jess out of her little fantasy, making her choke on her own saliva a bit as she snickered to herself. For whatever reason, the scenario of Luke standing there behind the bar and offering someone a glass of cold milk was just the most hilarious thing imaginable to her right at that moment. Tapping a fist against her chest a couple of times to get over the laughing/coughing fit, she glanced over her shoulder to see who the dork walking in was.<br><br><em>Oh, hell no!</em> <br><br>"If you're here to hassle me about your case," Jessica warned Shang-Chi, already expecting the worst as usual. "<strong>Don't.</strong>" She wasn't in the mood to deal with an impatient, entitled client. Not that she ever <em>was</em> in that mood, but she was especially not feeling it at the moment.<br><br>And then her sister strutted into the place like a vision in blue right after Shang, giving Jessica the impression that she was just being blindsided left and right every two seconds. <em>The fuck is going on here tonight, are the drinks free or something?! Did they organize an intervention? Please, god, no.</em><br><br>"I think you might be a teensy bit overdressed," she stated the obvious to Patsy as her sister took a seat, sandwiching Jess between her and Misty. It was actually meant to be a compliment, by Jessica's standards. "G.I. Jane over here was just trying to make us declare war on a drug cartel. Thoughts?" Maybe Patsy would talk some sense into her. Roughing up a few street thugs and shutting down a local dealer was one thing, but this seemed a little bit excessive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 03:27:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROXZFfuHbrs/TEhyO0C-API/AAAAAAAAMR0/AEorqMvgIqE/s640/jon+foo+10.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shang-Chi<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong>Chinatown, NY-&gt;Subway-&gt; Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Shirtless, black sweat pants -&gt; Red sleaveless hoodie, black sweatpants, and kung-fu shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Patsy Walker, open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Shang-Chi entered the bar to find the most pleasant surprise he could get. Not only was his friend Luke Cage was there, but long time ally and Heroes for Hire member Misty Knight was here. And then there was Ms. Jessica Jones who was also someone who could handle herself being as she is stronger than the average human. Seeing the recognition and pleasant greetings of his friends brought relief to the soul. Especially when Luke Cage was already working a drink, non-alcoholic and healthy for the body. Misty Knight made an offhand comment about his absence from New York and spoke about how it was good to see him. Shang-Chi, smiling now, sat at the bar near the group and spoke to his friends. "Luke Cage, Misty Knight, and Ms. Jessica Jones. I am very relieved to see you all right now." Shang-Chi, taking the glass of water and lemon, took a sip to chill his heated body from all his worrying.<br><br>Jessica Jones made a comment about how she did not want to be bothered about the case he hired her which caused hi to raise his hands up in defense in an almost comical way. "Ms. Jones, I wouldn't fantasize about bothering you about my problems." Especially when she could bench press three cars more than Shang-Chi. As he spoke with a smile on his face, Shang-Chi turned to see who else had entered the bar after him to find, to his surprise, another hero he has worked with in the past; Patsy Walker. "Patsy Walker. It's good to see you as well. Have you kept up your training since my last lesson?" Shang-Chi asked with a wave.<br><br>This was exactly what he needed to aid in calming his fears. Yet the fear was still there. The fear of the premonition of what is to come tonight was still lurking, begging him to ask his friends if they could feel it too. Before he could ask, Jessica Jones made her comment about Misty Knight was planning on taking down a Drug Cartel. Sounds like fun now that Shang-Chi thought about it. Maybe he could jump into that mix whenever Misty Knight went about it. "I think I would like to partake as well if you wish for assistance." Shang-Chi spoke about the matter, throwing out his inventation to help.<br><br>"But there is a reason I had came here tonight my friends. And it was not because of the water or the atmosphere. I came here to ask of you if you noticed anything strange within this city in the last few hours." Shang-Chi, taking a sip before continuing, began to speak of his meditation session. "As most of you understand I am attuned to the mystics of the world through meditation and martial arts. Utilizing my chi, I am able to tap into the feeling of the city in what almost seems like a psychic premonition of things to come through meditation. Not too long ago, I was in such a meditation... I've felt something slowly spread through this city. Something dark and evil that blankets New York like clouds falling from the sky. Tonight, a darkness will befall the city and will aim to grab the life from everyone for itself as it tries to grab me through my own premonition." Shang-Chi stood abruptly as he looked to the door once more. No one entered, but the feeling of eyes that hunger for flesh could be felt on Shang-Chi's person. His friends that circled him could see it. They could see how serious this was to Shang-Chi as the spooked look in his eyes did not settle as it did when he first entered in the building.<br><br>"I must know if any of you have felt the slightest bit of unease. No matter how late or recent, surely you all must have felt the hair on your skin stand due to what is to come." Shang-Chi sat back down in his stool. He took another sip of water to cool himself before he looked upon the attentive group around him. He hoped they took his warning to mind. For this night, a serious threat awaits them at the right hour. Not now, but soon.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 04:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> -&gt; LUKE’S<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Luke Cage , Shang-Chi , Patsy&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br><br>Smiling at Shang as he took a seat on the side of her she nodded curiously. “It truly is good to see you again.” Before she could finish her formal greeting another unexpected guest arrive. “Patsy! Hey girl!” The bubbly red head came in dressed to kill. Either she was going on a date or coming back from one, either way Misty loved the shoes. “ Looks like someone’s got a hot date tonight.” She added with a wink. Never minding Jessica’s comment. The day she saw Jones in a dress and heels would be the day Misty grew her arm back, never going to happen. “My goodness, is this a family reunion or what?” She cheered, mug in hand and all.<br><br>As for the recent gang activity, Misty had not forgotten why she was here, since Jessica practically reminded her by calling her GI Jane. “G. I. Jane, ain’t got nothing on Misty Knight..” Turning to Shang-Chi she winked at him. “Ain’t that right Shang-Chi; wow did you put on more muscle?” Having become side-tracked from his obvious musculature. There were many upsides to working in a team of super refined heroes and that was all the fine bodies in one place. <br><br>Shang-Chi was a master martial artist, like Danny his body was in peak physical condition and as for Luke, for as long as she known Luke he was always packing muscle. Hell, he probably came out his momma that way. The chatter continued and her mug was almost empty. She quickly requested a refill. The evening looked more promising than ever, the only thing missing was hot wings. She looked curiously at Shang-Chi when he spoke about showing interest in her not so little mission to take on this drug cartel. “Sure, there’s always room for more.” she told him as she tapped her fingers on the counter to the beat of the music in the background.<br><br>Then suddenly it was like the mood in the place shifted as Shang told them all how he felt a dark presence in the city. For a minute she thought he had consumed too many of those herbal teas. “Honey, that ain’t the darkness, that’s just New York..” she said&nbsp; uncrossing her legs. She grew a little concerned though, between the junkies and the drug dealers she had to admit the amount of fear in this city seemed to rise. She noted the look on his face and immediately realized how serious he was. “Maybe...just maybe you’re right.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 06:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6uzCbh.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Cloud 9/ Abigail Boylen<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Late Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> All over Manhattan but eventually ending up at Luke's Bar, Harlem<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>Green Jacket, Gray Scarf, Black Pants<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><strong>Yesterday Night</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">New Jersey State Police Audio Transcript</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>I am a predator and humanity are animals. They think they are safe, civilized, that they are somehow higher, elevating themselves to their own self importance. But its not true. Humans aren’t safe. They aren’t blessed and they are all in danger. From drunk drivers. From tornadoes. From mosquitoes. From me. Humans go missing or are killed off by predators at the same rate as any other herd animal, it’s the truth. I’m not crazy, I’m part of the natural order. I’m the predator, I’m the hunter.<br><br>I saw her breasts rising and falling with each of her breaths as she approached her vehicle in the car park and I lay and wait. So much life in her, and I’ve been stalking for many long minutes now, waiting for her to come. For her to arrive like a wildebeest at the watering hole. My eyes follow her approach. My stomach starts to churn, unlike a true predator I still eat the drab food of my prey… hopefully not for long.<br><br>I withdraw the knife, palming it in my hand, and walk up to her casually. I attack through deception, like the spider, or the crocodile. I don’t look like an ordinary person, I am an ordinary person. Got the time? Where’s the ATM? Blah. Blah. Blah. The prey is disarmed, ripe for the taking as soon as I gain her attention.<br><br>She gets distracted, I drive the knife to her throat and like clockwork I push her into the car, bending her head down so she can’t scream. In the wild, the prey always die slow, this should be no different but… I don’t want her to feel pain. I raise the knife.<br><br>It drops to the floor.<br><br>So does my arm. It hangs limply, a strong throbbing welling up from just below my shoulder but I feel no pain, just a numbness. The woman screams beneath me, wriggling out of my grip. I back up a step and look around and notice the most dangerous game strike my face as a wooden cylinder slams into my nose. I taste my own blood, it’s familiar. What is this new creature? It has me cornered but I see it… a female.<br><br>I withdraw my pistol as she approaches from twenty paces away. I fire. She disappears in a puff of smoke but not from my weapon. The cloud clings to the ground, almost like a hazy fog and she appears, ripping through the expanding cloud as I feel my throat itch with burning. My bullet must of gone through her. Impossible. What is this? What is she? My feet suddenly lose their sense of the ground and I realize I am rising up in the air, listless. Helpless. <br><br>For a moment I gaze down and see the woman, standing in the mist, gazing at me with calm eyes. I'm merely a predator. She is a hunter. I almost feel smitten before the mist dissipates beneath me and I realize I am falling through the air onto the street below.<br><br>My other arm shatters. I feel the pain now. But I get up, and start to run. The most dangerous game is after me, and I am forced to flee. There is no such thing as an apex predator, all are hunted by something. There is no other recourse. Another strike, another sensation, my legs stagger. Already I know it was her. What is she? She was on the third level of the carpark. Far behind and above me. Was I shot?<br><br>Before I can dwell on it I’m blinded by headlights from the side.<br><br>I get struck like a common deer on the road by a police cruiser.<br><br>It will make the police officers career. I will be placed in the zoo with the other animals, denied the honorable, natural death a true hunter like myself deserves. Why didn’t she just kill me?</em><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Suspect was found to have blunt force trauma injuries to his upper back and right shoulder, consistent with twelve gauge bean bag/baton rifles fired at close range. Other injuries were sustained in the fall from the third story of the car park and being struck by the police cruiser of the arresting trooper. Suspect has yet to be identified but is suspected to be involved in more then one felony at this time.</span> </span></div></div><br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NYPD Precinct #33 Witness Statement, Felony Assault</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>WITNESS STATEMENT OF </strong><br><br><strong>Name&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong>Julie Frederich&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Address </strong> #############&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Occupation&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong>Special Education Teacher&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Date </strong> ##/##/20##<br><br>I make the following witness statement:<br><br>I believe that the contents of this my witness statement are true and accurate. My name, address and occupation are as stated above.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">We had never gone to that bar in Washington Heights before so neither of us knew any of the people there. We just went there after the show because it was within walking distance and on the way to the station. When my husband and I entered the bar, we saw the bar was backed up and we had to actually wait for drinks. That's when the two guys started cat calling and wolf whistling at me. My boyfriend [Frank Hutz, the victim] tried to ignore them and I was trying to ignore them as well. But the two of them kept harassing me and whistling and laughing and calling me names. [see attached Witness Statements] <br><br>My boyfriend trained in MMA and was just as tall as these two guys and finally got fed up and told them to knock it off finally. He also tried to get the bartender involved but the bartender and staff were busy. The two men just laughed when my boyfriend said he was going to call the police. They stopped calling me names when he called them out on it and they started to look real bad. It was then that one of them, the shorter brown one with the stubble who was wearing the black Yankees shirt stepped forward [Armando Aceveda, Suspect #1] and flinched at Frank. But Frank didn't flinch. He just stared at him and then laughed in his face and then we stepped out of the bar since it was clear no one was going to help us.<br><br>Before we reached the end of the block though the two men followed us. The short guy said he was sorry and asked if we would come back and he promised to buy us a drink. Frank waved him off and turned around and that's when the second person stepped in. He was taller. Lighter skin. Like tan. Slim. More gaunt. He was wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. [Philip Fernandez, Suspect #2] He stepped forward and punched Frank right in the side of the face. He had something metal wrapped around his fist like a chain [Evidence A1, Brass Knuckle Duster] around his fist and Frank fell down. The two of them then started kicking him in his ribs and head and he tried to cover himself up but he went limp when they kicked his head repeatedly. No one was stopping to help him.&nbsp; <br><br>Then this woman wearing a green jacket and a scarf obscuring most of her face arrived. She looked young. Most of her hair was bundled up under the scarf. I didn't even hear her coming. I was too busy screaming and backing away from it, looking for someone to help. She just sort of appeared behind the tall one or like jumped on him and hit him on his back really hard with a bat [believed to be a telescoping baton, see: Medical Report, Philip Fernandez] and he staggered. And I was still screaming because I thought there were three of them attacking him but then I saw she was hitting him with the bat again and again and he finally fell down. The shorter guy then turned and she hit him across the face. And that's all that it took I think. She didn't even say anything. She just ran down an alley as soon as I stopped screaming. </span></em><br><br><strong>Signature&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">___Julie Frederich </span><strong>Date&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</strong>##/##/20##</div></div><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bank of America ATM (co. West 166th Avenue &amp; Jumel Plaza) Entered into Evidence</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">White male, early twenties wearing a black jacket, black stocking cap and black jeans and boots is seen approaching late model Range Rover parked in a side parking lot located across the street from the ATM. It takes the suspect approximately two minutes to gain access to the vehicle, circumventing the alarm and disabling it. Entering the drivers side door, he closes the door behind him. A moment later the suspect emerges, in distress and pulling off his stocking cap, pressing it over his mouth. He runs around the corner, deeper into the parking lot and out of sight.</span><br><br>[Suspect was found twenty minutes later by Officers Dietrich and Trumbell of the 34th Precinct after anonymous 911 call was placed from a pay phone three blocks away]<br></div></div><hr><br><strong>Today</strong><br><br>New York City. It was always a city she had to return to. No matter how long she spent living in campground and rest areas and open fields, she always felt the urge, the compulsion to return to civilization and just feel the presence of people around her. It wasn't because she liked people or crowds... or the sights or smells or sounds of city life. It just felt more alive, brushing up with humanity instead of secluding herself. Instead of disappearing off of the grid, she immersed herself in the crowds and buildings, hidden in plain sight. City life. It was always moving. Always active. Always bustling. And New York City was the liveliest city of them all. She walked into the city crossing George Washington Bridge yesterday morning. The movies and television shows never did the scale of the city justice. She walked south to Midtown, taking in most of the sights. The Museums. Central Park. Chose a random place to eat some of the flavored paper they called pizza for lunch and then hit up the Intrepid and geeked out there for most of the afternoon.<br><br>She had a cupcake for dinner out of some local, hole in the wall bakery somewhere on 69th Street. She had to have some sort of cake for her 21st Birthday after all though she satisfied herself with one candle instead of adding twenty more. Easier to blow out as well. "Happy birthday to me," Abigail then said as it dawned on her about just how depressing it was that she was celebrating her birthday all by herself. But the truth was, she wasn't feeling the guilt. She wasn't sure if it was possible to be sustained by random acts of kindness and good deeds, but she knew she had performed a half dozen of them last night, and three of them didn't even involve interceding in criminal behavior. People could and were doing good things everyday. It just so happened she knew her training and abilities allowed her to do much more then help old people carry their groceries or pick up litter. So no, she wasn't the kind of person to feel depressed, or even lonely.<br><br>But she did know that she was 'alone' and on her birthday at least, that did seem somewhat odd. <br><br>She didn't so much want to hang out with people, just be around them. Amongst them. Remind herself that yes, she was a bit inhuman thanks to her abilities but she was still part of society. Validate herself and her place in the world, as strange and isolated as it felt sometimes. And on this night, she hoped the bar she entered this night wouldn't end up with her having to intercede in a felony assault.<br><br>As soon as it started getting dark, she took the subway back up to Harlem for a reason. It did have a reputation despite the effects of gentrification which (perhaps thankfully) didn't quite ruin the character and culture of the neighborhood. She knew that when she was done celebrating her 21st, she would have plenty of time to spend her nights doing more good deeds. She started off the evening by reserving a room at the finest, cheapest motel she could find in the area before heading to the classiest dive bar that didn't look particularly ethnic and was within walking distance of her motel in case she had to drunkenly stumble... or float... home.<br><br>She entered the bar and immediately noticed it was one of those nice small, long establishments with the long bar and just enough room for some tables along the windowfront. She was actually pleasantly surprised as the rather diverse clientele that made up the bar and from the way the big Black guy from behind the bar was interacting with some of them, they seemed to be regulars. In fact the bar actually had an almost community type of feel, as if it was insular. She could only hope that it wasn't so insular that she couldn't get a drink.<br><br>It took her about a split second to realize the thought of a bar refusing to serve a cute blonde twenty something a drink would be something amazing indeed. <br><br>Though, a bit to her dismay it wasn't the hunky mountain of dark muscle that took her first drink order, but some codgy old timer (http://marvelcinematicuniverse.wikia.com/wiki/Roy_Healy). "Getya?" he asked or perhaps grunted with all of the charisma of asbestos.<br><br>"Glass of water. And," she paused, noticing the drink specials. "Two cranberry vodkas. Heavy on the vodka. Something Russian... Or Sobieski's if you have it," Abigail then said when the old man paused and grunted, as if expecting something else. It actually took her a second to realize he wanted her ID. Apparently the bar wasn't that cozy as she reached in and produced it. The man glanced at her drivers license. It was from Illinois. Still good too. She had fakes of course, but it wasn't like 'Luke's Bar' was likely infiltrated by HYDRA. <br><br>"Happy Birthday Tsarina," the old man grunted, drawing a smirk from Abigail as he clearly mocked her special request for particular vodka, like she was somehow an expert on her first day being able to legally drink. "Sobieski it is. Do you know-."<br><br>"He helped drive the Turks out of Vienna in 1683," Abigail replied, revealing she did know her history as he poured out the vodka and cranberry into two glasses.<br><br>There was a slight chuckle that looked more like a grimace that rose from the old mans weathered face. "Smart girl to know her history. I can see why your drinking alone tonight," he then added mockingly. "I'll start you a tab sweetheart okay."<br><br>"Okay!" Abigail replied with a smile. "And don't forget the water!" she added.<br><br>"Smart... smart girl," the old man continued to mutter as he filled up a tall glass with water. <br><br>For a moment, Abigail leaned back on the barstool, making sure the compact pistol she had neatly tucked in a shoulder holster wasn't exposed as she opened her jacket up. Just the gun and the baton. She left her real weapons of justice back in the motel room. Shotguns and scoped rifles were kind of hard to conceal on ones person plus, she wasn't exactly expecting trouble. She was just going to celebrate her birthday, by herself... amongst strangers she didn't even really want to talk to. Though if the old man was the crankiest person in the bar, that must've meant everyone else in this bar was probably just absolutely peachy. <br><br>And old. Not old like that bartender that had just served her but... definitely older then herself by a few years. She perked up an ear, hoping to pick up some entertaining nuggets at least from what seemed to be at the very least, an interesting conversation while she started to sip her drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 03:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/7d9a07180defda07150cfd0b810afa34/tumblr_nkkkxgHHud1u0y8kwo1_1280.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Patsy Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12244344#msg12244344)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <em>Meow</em>.<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Money Well-Spent (sans nude lip gloss) (http://joylovesfashion.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/blue-dress-beyonce-revel.jpg) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's, Harlem<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica, Misty, Luke, Shang, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>“No, no hot date. I leave the manhandling to the ones who can handle the men.” <br><br>“Say what?” Patsy looked across Jessica to Misty and raised an eyebrow – an entire cartel? “Seems like it might be a bit much, don’t you think? I mean, unless there’s a good reason, then, by all means.” Patsy curled her hand into a play claw and then looked guilty after Shang-Chi asked about her training. <br><br>“I have definitely been <em>trying</em>, but…” Patsy closed her mouth and leaned in towards Shang-Chi, listening intently. It seemed to be serious, but Misty’s comment made the corner of her mouth twitch and then she was nodding in agreement. “Yeah, that’s just New York you’re sensing.”<br><br>She sat back for a second and gave it another thought, anyways, because she knew Shang-Chi – at least, Patsy knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t <em>bothering</em> him. The door to the bar opened again and Patsy sat up in her seat, peering at the blonde girl who walked in and took a seat by herself. Nothing looked off about her, so she turned back in her seat to continue with the conversation. <br><br>“I haven’t heard of anything odd going on through the grapevine.” she had a smile to offer Shang-Chi, but that was about it. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 06:50:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/9/10/56155aca905be/landscape_xlarge.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Matt Murdock<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Daredevil<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Frank Castle, Eric Brooks <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Hannibal King, Abraham Whistler, Abigail Whistler, Stick<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br><hr><br>Castle was back to being armed and dangerous as opposed to just plain dangerous.&nbsp; Letting that maniac back out onto the streets again went against every fiber of his being, but if things were really as dire as the others made it out to be, then he was going to have to play along... for now.&nbsp; He could hear the metallic clicks as the Punisher checked the chamber of each of his pistols.&nbsp; The blind vigilante could hear each and every single bullet being locked in.&nbsp; Each one gave him an ominous and foreboding feeling of things to come.<br><br>Moving quickly and stealthily, he kept to the shadows and maneuvered through the darkness with ease.&nbsp; At this point, the guards' eyes must've adjusted to the sudden darkness.&nbsp; Still... even if they've gotten used to it by now, they stood no chance of catching someone like Daredevil in these hallways.&nbsp; The guards who were in charge of this part of the prison had been dealt with.&nbsp; There were still a few of the guards who weren't on patrol duty yet.&nbsp; A couple of them seemed to be headed in Blade and Punisher's direction.&nbsp; In a few seconds, they might run into each other.<br><br>No wishing to risk allowing Castle to start shooting the first chance he got, Daredevil ducked into the empty break room, grabbed a can of soda (orange crush?), then dropped it right outside the door and into the hallway.&nbsp; Slipping back into the shadows, he listened as the two guards turned around to investigate the noise.&nbsp; He heard their footsteps grow louder... then they went softer as they moved further away.<br><br>One of the guards knelt down and picked up the soda can, somewhat confused, yet he sounded quite relieved.&nbsp; The other guard breathed deeply before turning back around to continue the patrol of the premises.&nbsp; They went back to their section of the prison, having decided not to wander too far from there.<br><br>If Murdock remembered the map correctly, there should be a shortcut that led up to the roof.&nbsp; He sensed no other presence on the path who about to cross that path toward the rooftop, so he moved quickly and swiftly.&nbsp; Just as soon as he was back out into the open air again, he ran over toward the edge, right above the exit that Blade and Punisher were supposed to come out of.&nbsp; He crouched down and kept an ear out on the area right outside those doors, checking to see if there were any guards right outside who could potentially cause any further problems.&nbsp; If he spotted anyone... or anything, he was going to have to alert the others through he comm he had been given.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 15:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.cloudpix.co/images/ed-skrein/ed-skrein-seated-in-black-8a56e817d00603c7c7caab12171e2154-large-121291.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Rand<br><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Iron Fist</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12235577#msg12235577)<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Alexander Amosu Suit --- &gt; eventually --- &gt; Yellow and green costume<br><strong>Location:</strong> Battle of New York monument - Close to Stark Tower - Eventually Hell's Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Luke<br><hr><br>The features of his face were illuminated by the flare of his phone's screen.&nbsp; His thumbs moving swiftly over it's surface for a moment as he sent a message to Luke.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">I'm home.&nbsp; Will swing by the bar in about sixty minutes.</span></strong></div><br>The limousine he sat in the back of was returning from La Guardia; another business trip to China.&nbsp; While he was no longer an owner of the Rand Corporation, he had been left with billions of dollars.&nbsp; He had experienced a period of inactivity after that but after a year he was itching to get involved with something once more.&nbsp; &nbsp; he had taken it upon himself to become an angel investor.&nbsp; There were a good deal of start up ventures to explore, assist and take advantage of these days and China was a unique region to do business in.&nbsp; It also didn't hurt that he was fluent in mandarin and cantonese.<br><br>"Mr. Jaeger.&nbsp; You can stop here."<br><br>The limousine pulled over to the side of the street amidst a storm of honking horns and allowed Daniel to get out.&nbsp; There wasn't a crowd...there never was but there were more people than usual at the monument this evening.&nbsp; It had been erected in honour of the men and women that had defended New York when the aliens had invaded and the Avengers had first appeared to handle things.<br><br>He had been in China at the time and while he had indeed returned as quickly as he could but by that time, the alien menace had been stopped and what was left was damage control.<br><br>Hell's Kitchen had been a disaster and in some respects it still was.&nbsp; Less than noble individuals were stepping into the real estate vacuum and Daniel was doing what he could to "wage war" with them on a corporate level and keep Hell's Kitchen from falling apart entirely but it was indeed an uphill battle.<br><br>He stood twenty feet back from the monument, his hands folded together at the front and resting low as he looked at it...and the people.&nbsp; Invariably his attention would always move to the shining spike of architecture that was Stark Tower.&nbsp; Comparisons had been drawn between him and Tony Stark and he would be the first to tell people that he was the furthest thing from Tony Stark.&nbsp; Tony Stark was a genius and would no doubt change the world.&nbsp; That wasn't hyperbole.&nbsp; The world.<br><br>Daniel was just a guy who inherited a successful company when his father died.<br><br><em>And I know kung fu....and I fought a dragon...</em><br><br>That always proved an interesting conversation but it usually ended like this...<br><br><em>"So you're saying you fought a dragon but metaphorically...like spiritually and in your mind."<br><br>"No...I fought an actual dragon."<br><br>**Extended period of silence... **<br><br>"Yeah you got me...I was joking.&nbsp; It was just a metaphorical dragon."</em><br><br>Tony Stark didn't just have an empire...Tony Stark IS an empire.&nbsp; Daniel let his hands unclasp as he looked down at his right hand...<br><br><em>Tony Stark is Iron Man and me?&nbsp; I'm only the Iron Fist...</em><br><br>He clenched his right hand into a fist for a moment before looking back to Stark Tower and speaking.&nbsp; "Mr. Jaeger...my small bag please."&nbsp; He stayed silent as he waited.&nbsp; Jaeger had been a good hire.&nbsp; The man valued silence and only spoke when necessary.&nbsp; A few moments later, his driver was standing next to him and offering him a small backpack.<br><br>"You can head home Mr. Jaeger.&nbsp; I'm going to walk."&nbsp; Daniel turned to take the backpack that was offered and was given a look of concern from Mr. Jaeger. "It's fine Mr. Jaeger.&nbsp; Your concern is noted."&nbsp; His driver stayed silent, continuing the look of concern he had given Daniel until he simply nodded his head and turned to return to the limousine.<br><br><hr><br>He had to walk for an hour before he found a place that allowed him to get up on a roof but the hour had been a pleasant one.&nbsp; It was good to listen to the familiar chaos of the city and while it felt almost like home; he really wouldn't feel perfect until he was back in Hell's Kitchen.&nbsp; After having changed into his costume and having folded and placed his suit in the backpack he had slung across his back and then...he was flying.<br><br>Flying...of a sort.&nbsp; Moving swiftly and surely.&nbsp; Running and leaping...powered by his muscles and sense of will.&nbsp; Using just a small tendril of chi to wind it's way through him and give an augmented boost in order to allow him to land the more reckless leaps and falls.&nbsp; There was no hiding in the shadows.&nbsp; He knew who he was and what he was and he was back home.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 17:53:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Expendables-2_02.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Surprised by visitor(s)<br><strong>Music:</strong> Voodoo Child (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZBlqcbpmxY)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr> If it seemed like Luke had given them nearly the entire rundown on MS13 from the standpoint of someone intimate about them but wasn't a member, it's because he did. And he was such a veritable treasure trove of info because of one fact he sort of glossed over just a few moments ago. They'd tried to take him out when he was running Riker's. <br><br>He hadn't mentioned "take out" meant sending a crew of seven men after him in the shower. And then a crew of twelve on the yard, and finally a small group of just four into his cell after lights out. It <em>always</em> ended badly for them, but they were at least persistent. And those attempts helped cement his status as "top dog". It helped when your skin was impenetrable and you could crush a human skull like a peanut shell...if he was a murderer of course. But harsh lessons that wouldn't be forgotten had been taught. <strong>"Damn is right. And MS13 ain't really somethin' that's taught at the academy. They're the boogeymen you learn about after five years on the force and you make detective. You don't teach greenhorns about this kind of human evil."</strong> <br><br>He smiled and cracked his knuckles. <strong>"Lookin' forward to helpin you put those wild dogs down when you find out more though."</strong> He canted his head slightly at Jones when she mentioned Wikipedia had nothing on him. <em>After</em> of course, an interesting choice of words that brought Luke back to a place he would admit he missed. Back when he and Jess were talking. Before the lies and the purple drove them apart. Back when his bed was getting broken every night so he just bought a futon with a reinforced base...<em>heavily</em> reinforced. <strong>"Yeah well, when you've got a guy held upside down by his ankle in the showers and you've got his shiv pointed at a <em>small</em>, but sensitive area...well you'd be surprised at how talkative people can get with the right incentive."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;For Luke, since he was so damn hard to hurt, it was no problem for him to joke about what would otherwise be fatal situations. Like he had a joke about the original Luke's. "What happens when you turn on the gas, and light a match in a bar with a guy inside? If it's <em>this</em> guy, he collects on the insurance." Funny right? He laughed along with Jess when she saw the "drink" he'd made for Shang, and went into auto-pilot right after when Patsy came in and ordered an Amaretto Sour. <br><br>He was already mixing when he answered her question. <strong>"Pretty good, Patsy. I think I'd be a bit better though if 80% of my customers right now didn't drink for free most of the time,"</strong> the massive bartender joked. Her drink was finished and handed to her right when her sister mentioned MS13 and their half-plan to take them apart and stop them in this area at least. After that, Shang started talking about feeling something sinister, something wrong in the air. Luke had been friends with Shang for a while, and a guy just like him even longer. Danny like Shang could control his chi and the chi around him. <br><br>Luke had never picked up the skill, even though Danny said anyone could. But his natural sixth sense seemed to have gotten a bit of a boost hanging around and training with the guy, so he slowly nodded his head. The girls thought it was just New York, which normally he would have agreed. But Shang was the one who'd brought it up so he listened. Just how Luke was absolutely 100% sure if you shot at him with anything you could hold with one hand, you'd just be wasting ammo; he figured Shang would be sure about something like this.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"It's always just New York. But Shang knows his stuff. If he feels like somethin's goin' down, I trust him. Hell I think I've been feelin' it too. Almost a dozen of my regular guys, all walks of life, all different situations and circumstances. And over the past week, I've had to be a sympathetic ear, liquor dispenser, and potential temp agency for all these guys. Cheating spouses, losin' their jobs, random injuries. Shit that just doesn't happen in these kinda numbers all at once. I don't like it. "</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He noticed the new face enter, and nodded his head, greeting her with a <strong>"Welcome to Luke's,"</strong> after Roy started seeing to her. Sure he was a bit of an old salt, but he'd never met her before. That was his standard persona so people knew he was no one to screw with. He got nice...or less crotchety once you spent a few nights there. He'd placed his phone in his vest, and when it went off, he pulled it out and read the message from Danny. About an hour, cool. <br><br><sub><strong>See you then. Have your usual ready when you get here brother.</strong></sub><br><br>Placing his phone back in his pocket, he looked around the gathered people in the bar. <strong>"I'm no Web-Head, but suddenly my Negro senses are tinglin'. Shang, whatever you're feelin...I pray it blows over, or New York's gonna get worse than usual."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 03:42:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://styleblazer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/tika-31-650x555.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> -&gt; LUKE’S<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Luke Cage , Shang-Chi , Patsy&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong> Playing Pool<br><hr><br><br><br><strong>"I'm no Web-Head, but suddenly my Negro senses are tinglin'. Shang, whatever you're feelin...I pray it blows over, or New York's gonna get worse than usual."</strong><br><br>She chuckled at the nergro senses comment.<br><br>"You mean worse than an alien invasion worse?" reaching up to rub the temples of her head. It was baffling to say the least. Now she couldn’t shake the feeling that something worse was going on. It was like the calm before the storm, except there was no calm, just built up anxiety. She had felt it all day and all week. Maybe it was just nonsense, but like Luke said and she had to agree Shang-Chi’s senses were superb.<br><br>It would blow over, just another day in New York.&nbsp; It did seem like New York had the ability to bring out the worse in people, not to mention attracting all the crazy bull shit. This kind of stuff never happens in Detroit. “Well until the creeps come knocking I’ll be throwing around gang members, I’ll let you both now.” She took one last not so sobering gulp from her mug.<br><br>What Luke said about the academy was true. You never really knew how deep the rabbit hole goes until you hit the bottom. When the door opened&nbsp; and a blonde girl walked through she looked over her shoulder curiously before returning&nbsp; her attention back to company. Before the night was over she would get with some of her contacts in Brooklyn and on the force to see if they heard anything about gangs or creepers.&nbsp; Even now with her bionic arm she was starting to feel a little anxious. Not in a slasher film kind of way, more like I just got straight F’s on my report card and mom’s waiting kind of way.<br><br>She tapped the glock safe sheathed in her jacket. “ As long as this ‘darkness’ isn’t bullet proof, I’m not worried.” Sliding out her seat she walked over to the pool table and grabbed a pool stick. It had been a while since she played, the last time she had betted one of Luke’s customers out of $ 300 . Setting the cue balls in the right formation she aimed carefully in the center.&nbsp; Misty recalled the day she first started playing pool, now with her robot arm she had to be a little more conscious of how she handled small objects. “Alright who wants their money taken?” She asked around the room. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 09:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty, Luke, Shang-Chi, Patsy&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><em>Well, that's a first,</em> Jessica thought to herself when Shang-Chi completely dismissed her fear that he'd tracked her down to pressure her about his case. She'd been approached by clients during her personal time on several occasions, and it had always been to hassle her or complain, because clearly their case had to be her top priority. Nobody ever considered how that couldn't possibly work if everyone believed themselves so entitled. If they got too pushy, it typically didn't end too well for them. The local door and window store probably loved her by now, too bad they didn't have those customer loyalty punch cards for a free door after every ten or something.<br><br>"Cool. Cheers." She raised her mug up slightly towards Shang before taking a gulp, feeling quite satisfied and even pleasantly surprised with his response. Apparently everyone else in the little group which had gathered by the bar already knew him, which made Jess feel a bit out of the loop, but then again she'd made the conscious decision to stay away from the whole heroics business. <br><br>Once Shang got into the explanation about what had brought him to Luke's that night, she had to try stifling another sarcastic laugh as best she could. Seriously, had they noticed anything strange? Did he realize who he was asking? Jess sneaked a quick glance at Misty as if to say 'get a load of this idiot', but she refrained from commenting out loud. The man was, after all, a client - and a well paying one at that - so she made an effort to tone the bitchiness down a few notches.<br><br>It didn't sound like Patsy or Misty were buying into the whole premonition nonsense too much, though they were being very polite about it. At least they were only wanting-to-go-to-war-with-a-major-drug-cartel-crazy, not believing-in-the-bogeyman-crazy. On second thought, she'd rather have had it the other way around. <em>Oh well.</em><br><br>Luke, on the other hand, was definitely drinking the Kool-Aid. None of the supposedly strange circumstances that he mentioned seemed that strange to her, even if they'd all happened within a relatively small time frame, but then again her normal was everyone else's strange, so maybe she was desensitized. Besides, arguing with Luke was pretty far down on Jessica's list of priorities at that point. With the amount of guilt still eating away at her soul, he could have said that the sky was neon green and she probably would have agreed. <br><br>And then for an instant, she forgot about all of that as her lips twitched upwards into a slight smile. He always got her with those politically incorrect jokes. Brushing the long black hair on the right side of her head behind her ear, Jess let her gaze dip down again, almost looking bashful for a second there before downing the last of her beer and sliding off of the stool she'd been sitting on. Digging a slightly crumpled twenty dollar bill from the back pocket of her jeans, she left it on the bar and slipped away towards the pool table before Luke could object. <br><br>The dynamic between her and Misty had always included a bit of competition, plus Jess was currently down a few hundred to her friend in pool, so she was quite eager to accept the open challenge in the hopes of winning some of it back. The rest of the cash that she was carrying on her totaled one hundred bucks, which she slammed on the edge of the pool table in front of Misty. "Break," she said succinctly with a little nod of her chin in her friend's direction as she removed her jacket and tossed it over the back of the nearest unoccupied chair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>21-04-2016, 08:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6uzCbh.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Cloud 0/ Abigail Boylen<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Late Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's Bar, Clinton/Hells Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Abigail hoped her eyes weren't too expressive or her face too lit up when the handsome Black guy behind the bar, whom she inferred was 'Luke' of Luke's Bar from the subtle facts that he was operating the bar and everyone over there was calling him Luke, said Hi to her. It was likely a formality, but secret agent training or not, she found guys attractive. Especially ones that clashed or contrasted with herself. Plus Luke's Bar looked very, very nice. The bar was obviously aged, or rather parts of it were. A lot of the interior looked refinished recently but the structure itself was pretty well aged it seemed. Truth was her eyes weren't just admiring the architecture, she was noticing the wonderfully diverse group of chatty... and yet somewhat insular people on the other end of the bar. She picked up on the Black woman, but the truth was they all moved with practiced poise and that was especially evident when some of them migrated to the pool table. Did they know how to handle themselves? Athletes probably. Luke looked like a football player. The rest of them... definitely sporty. Though they certainly didn't dress that way.<br><br>Abigail wasn't a Detective or an Investigator, but she was as good as observing as any other student with SHIELD Operations Academy training. Though there were obvious gaps in said training. Like when she was idly gazing about, trying to look at people without looking like she was looking at them, she could be so distracted an old man could sneak up on her well enough to cause her to jolt ever so slightly. <br><br>"Huh?" Abigail then said before blinking, needing a fraction of a second to regain her train of thought. "Gin and Tonic," Abigail then said before polishing off a glass of water. "And a refill," she then added. <br><br>"How's the party going?" the old man then asked sarcastically.<br><br>"Best birthday ever," Abigail replied as he started to make the simple cocktail. <br><br>"That's the most depressing thing I ever heard. And I was at the Bulge," the man said in a grizzled voice.<br><br>She immediately raised an eyebrow. "You?" she asked incredulously, knowing he looked old, but not a hundred years old. "How old were you? Six? Were you a drummer boy?" she then asked sarcastically as he let out a far more uproarious laugh at her sharp response. She cracked a smile as well, the imagery of a drummer boy in the midst of the Ardennes Offensive striking a darkly humorous chord with her as it did with him. "Told you I'm smart."<br><br>"Yes. How's that working with you again?" he then asked, apparently figuring if Luke was going to be with his super friiends, he might as well strike up a conversation with the only other customer capable of cogent conversation here. <br><br>"I am alone... not lonely," Abigail enunciated sharply to clarify as she got to work on the gin and tonic. "What's with the party over there? Is this a Division I Quidditch team reunion or something?" <br><br>"I have no idea what you said," the salty old coot said, leaning on the bar now, actually listening to her talk. "But please keep talking." <br><br>"Is there like a special birthday discount or anything?" Abigail asked, slowly shaking her head.<br><br>"I knew you were smart, I didn't think you were so smart that you were Asian," the old man replied with feigned dismay as he literally just made a racist joke about Asians being cheap. To her own credit, Abigail choked a bit on her drink as she tried to suppress a laugh at such a terrible joke. This time he was smiling as he saw her laugh. "And that's up to the Boss man," he then said nodding to Luke. "He likes making specials on the spot for pretty women," he then added dryly.<br><br>"He looks really scary," Abigail then joked with an exaggerated nod. "What's up with them anyways?" she then asked, nodding to the gaggle of people around this Luke person. "Acapella group?" she asked before draining the gin and tonic, leaving only half melted ice in its wake. The old man purposefully evaded the question, clearly not interested in talking about Luke and his friends and she noticed it. And for some reason that screamed to the inner ex SHIELD academy student in her. But she didn't want to pry too much on some random bar in Harlem. They all probably had some sort of secrets going on. "I'll have a.... White Rum Punch," she then said.<br><br>"Killing me with these things... this isn't a Caribbean bar," the old man replied, still getting the cocktail mixer never the less to prepare it.<br><br>"This is Harlem. Like a quarter of the bars here are Caribbean," Abigail replied with a shrug, pulling the number straight out of her ass. After all, if he was going to make generically stereotyped comments... Watching him make the drink, she decided to steer the conversation back to the group of people in the bar again with a joke setup. "So a Chinaman, a redhead and a black woman walk into a bar..." she started to say.<br><br>The old man slammed the tall glass on the counter. "ENJOY THE RUM PUNCH BIRTHDAY GIRL!" the old man then said in a booming and slightly mocking voice as Abigail forced a smile to her face as she accepted the drink. "If your so interested about them, ask them yourself," he then added in a low voice.<br><br>"Well played sir," she replied in a tight voice, wincing a bit as she sipped the new drink. It wasn't half bad. Wasn't great either. Either way, she was feeling a little hot in the nape of her neck and figured after this drink, maybe she should be heading back to the motel and wonder why she had to be so stubborn about poking her head into other peoples business. "I'll take the check too," she then said in a softer, more humbled voice, her tone sounding apologetic.<br><br>"Your too young to be a cop," he then said, not going to the register as he watched her drink.<br><br>"Too smart too," Abigail then said with a smile. Maybe a couple more drinks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>21-04-2016, 20:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROXZFfuHbrs/TEhyO0C-API/AAAAAAAAMR0/AEorqMvgIqE/s640/jon+foo+10.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shang-Chi<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red sleaveless hoodie, black sweatpants, and kung-fu shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Patsy Walker, Abigail Boylen, open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Shang-Chi looked pleased that at least Luke seemly understood that he was not crazy. He could understand Patsy Walker's and Jessica Jones's thoughts about how it could be mistaken or that he was crazy. Misty Knight, like Luke, always has that feeling of suspicion but wasn't overly concerned. She's fought crazier before and Shang-Chi alongside her. "New York is a different feeling all together. The evil in New York would always be in a constant state of flux with everything that happens to it. What this darkness is in comparison is a cold blanket over the city being pulled over as the night goes on. It's primal and hungry for our life-force. Sort of like that beast from those movies; Vampires I think they were. It's almost like a metaphorical version of those creatures when I describe what I am feeling it is trying to do." Shang-Chi finished his water and sat on the table with his bare arms resting on the bar. Using his resting arms, Shang-Chi rested his head on them.<br><br>Shang-Chi peaked his head up at Misty Knight's declaration of losing money. Smiling, Shang-Chi decided he would like to throw in his stake in this game. Looking around, Shang-Chi's attention was caught by the newest addition who entered the bar without Shang-Chi noticing while he was talking to his companions. A blond woman who was well dressed as all the women Shang-Chi has been associated with, well besides Jessica Jones, ordered names of Alcohol that Shang-Chi did not know of or would ever understand. There was something to her that Shang-Chi's attention was caught by, but it was shaken off in favor of joining his friend Misty Knight in a game of pool. "Luke. You understand it would take something considerable to make me feel cautious this way. I hope you don't mind, but I would like to stay here through out the night until the feeling blows over." Shang-Chi, returning his gaze to Luke, spoke to his friend who's "Negro-Senses" seemed to have also picked up on Shang-Chi's distress. Getting off the bar stool, Shang-Chi stuck his hand in his pocket and rolled a couple hundred dollar bills to match Misty's bet.<br><br>"Misty. I would like to have a gander." Shang-Chi said cheekily as he held up his bet and tossed it in the middle of the pool table. Being a master of martial arts did not mean that Shang-Chi didn't divulge in playing games of pool and poker. It was addictive, but easy considering using his senses of chi made it easier to tell if his opponent is bluffing. Cheating? Not to Shang-Chi. It was just a natural sense to him now. He couldn't help it. Pool, however, is a more fair game. This game of pool, however, was easier for Shang-Chi to dictate.<br><br>"It's as they say now a'days old friend; you in or out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-04-2016, 23:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The moon slowly disappeared behind a shadow, heralding the eclipse. Not so momentous an occasion for the average person, but in the limited area around the heroes in question, the lights suddenly decided to give out. Not the electricity, just...lights. Whatever little devices, like clocks and computer screens, were still illuminated, but anything designed to bathe a room in light - poof!<br><br>What sounded like a mix between a monstrous roar and a horrified shriek, but uttered simultaneously by multiple beings, rang out as the attack commenced. Manhole lids exploded upward and dozens of bloodthirsty humanoids swarmed out and raced for the scent of the targets they had been trained to hunt. And that was just the first wave.<br><br>At Ryker's, the same numbers were scaling the rock walls, emerging from the waters and preparing to storm the prison, simply to take out a handful of targets. Nevertheless, their master wanted to be thorough in the extermination of anyone he considered to be pests.</span></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 11:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blastr.com/sites/blastr/files/hellcat-1-review-163589.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Patsy Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12244344#msg12244344)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <em>Meow</em>.<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Money Well-Spent (sans nude lip gloss) -&gt; Pictured (http://joylovesfashion.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/blue-dress-beyonce-revel.jpg) <br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's, Harlem<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica, Misty, Luke, Shang, Abigail, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>“Hey, now. I pay – sometimes.” she grinned at him and curled one hand around her drink, using the other to play with the cherry inside the drink – she’d eat it, eventually, but there were more interesting things at the bar, currently.<br><br>Like the little blonde girl drinking alone at the end of the bar, the girl that Walter ended up screaming a happy birthday at. Walter wasn’t exactly the most charismatic man to have behind the bar, but he seemed to get along well enough with Luke and he didn’t really harass the customers who came in – which made his behavior… odd. Patsy abandoned her drink and slipped off of her barstool, walking quietly over to the girl – and she definitely was a girl, couldn’t have been older than 21, and even that was <em>pushing</em> it. Still, she was drinking alone and no one should be forced to drink alone – even if they preferred it that way, and that thought had Patsy glancing back at Jessica, who was moving over to a pool table with Misty. Shaking her head with a smile, she continued to walk down the bar until she was near enough to the girl that her voice could be heard, but far enough away that it wouldn’t be weird.<br><br>“Hey. If you want some company, we don’t bite.” it was a lie – she enjoyed biting, quite a bit – but the girl wasn’t really her type.<br><br>The invitation extended, Patsy slinked back to her group and picked up her drink before wandering over to the pool table. It looked like Shang-Chi had decided to join in on the fun, which meant that the teams were uneven. She sipped her drink before deciding that she’d throw something into the game – but, she opened her clutch and found barely enough for cab fare. Whatever, she’d catch a ride with Jess or Misty if they lost. <br><br>“I didn’t want to have to do this, but you guys have left me with no choice.” she grinned, clearly being sarcastic. “I’m gonna have to take one for the team and play with Jess ganging up on her is just unf-” <br><br>The lights went off – not the air conditioning, or the jukebox, or anything else that required a circuit breaker – just the lights, and up went the hair on the back of Patsy’s neck. She fumbled with her purse, setting her drink down on what she hoped was the pool table, and pulling her phone out. The camera lens quickly turned into a flashlight that zoomed around the bar and confirmed that everyone seemed to be just as confused as she was. And then came the noise, and noise was a <em>great</em> word for it – it wasn’t the kind of normal New York noise, no, it was the kind of noise that made her turn off the flashlight of her phone for fear of being caught. By what? Who knew.<br><br>“Whatever that is, it doesn’t sound friendly. Excuse me.” she turned the light back on and picked her way to the bathroom. <br><br>It wasn’t that she didn’t trust everyone in that room, but there were definitely strangers and Patsy enjoyed what little bit of mystery she had. Locking the door to the women’s bathroom for just a moment, she flexed her hands out and summoned the costume. The blue and yellow thing that hugged her skin just so and let her look fabulous while also supplying her with an above and beyond ability to protect the people she loved – all of which were currently in that bar, probably thinking or preparing to do the same thing she was: go outside. Hellcat carefully tucked her purse in the side of her belt with the intention to set it down and then unlocked the bathroom door. She stalked out of the bathroom with her flashlight on again and purposefully bumped into something to let everyone know she was back in the room.<br><br>“So, what’s the plan?” her ruby red lips curled into a lazy feline smile as she looked around the room again, her now yellow eyes adjusting to the odd light of her phone and any other sources of light.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-04-2016, 23:17:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8d/36/07/8d36071af51808d686da75d47a39c8c2.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Prepping for bad things<br><strong>Music:</strong> No More Mr. Nice Guy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPZkOK88WU&amp;index=8&amp;list=PL1WGTiMvY7dujN17fnJ-bABC_soJswV58)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr> <strong>"Hmmm,"</strong> he pondered to Misty's sarcastic question. <strong>"I'll say somewhere below alien invasion and killer robot AI dropping a city on the planet, but <em>above</em> psycho brit making people dance like puppets and Kingpin's trying to run Hell's Kitchen. Well somewhere around there,"</strong> he said with a deep chuckle. While the ladies went off to play pool, Luke gave Jess one last look before taking her $20 and putting it in the register. Money was money and he had bills to pay, friendship...or whatever "ship" he and Jones had aside. Even a rich man could always use twenty bucks. And as Shang explained what he was feeling, it gave Luke the willies. He'd always believed in aliens and magic and stuff as a kid. Growing up in a place like this, you needed your imagination a lot more than someone not from Harlem would think. But when aliens actually fell from the sky? He couldn't believe it.<br><br>&nbsp;Until one of those things tried to kill a family nearby and Luke had torn it apart. And when Danny told him he'd been living in a magical city where he trained in magical Kung-Fu and had to kill a magical dragon to get it's magical soul so he could do his magical Iron Fist...well he believed it. And if Shang was right...dammit if he was right. He offered to stay at the bar until the feeling passed, and the big man nodded his head. <strong>"That bad huh? Yeah man, no problem. Stay as long as you want. I'll even pull out the sleeper for you if you want it. Or <em>need</em> it. I've seen you and Danny do those meditative trances where you sit for hours and I swear you're asleep. But you're not...fuckin' creepy sometimes."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;He remembered once when he'd tried to sneak up on Danny during one of his trances with a water balloon, and he'd popped it with his chi before Luke got halfway across the room. Jess's sister said she paid sometimes, and he scoffed. <strong>"Pfft, and your sister's not an alcoholic,"</strong> he said playfully. She wasn't Tony Stark rich, but Patsy Walker made a pretty decent living. As the game got underway, suddenly it just got dark. Oh yeah, the eclipse was supposed to be tonight. But the strange thing was, the lights went out. The screen on his register still worked. The jukebox still worked. Patsy's phone still worked, even his did when he pulled it out.<br><br>&nbsp;So the power wasn't out. Just the lights?&nbsp; And then the most awful noise he'd ever heard since listening to a shitfaced Jess try and belt out Adele lyrics. It was some kinda animal. No wait...then he started hearing more. Animal<em>s</em>. But here in the middle of Harlem?!<strong>"What the fu-"</strong>&nbsp; Then another noise drew his attention. The sound of a manhole cover getting shot into the air, and then clanging on the ground. He knew that sound because they'd accidentally blasted one off when he was a kid while they were trying to get the fire hydrant to pump water so they could play. He set his cup down and walked over to the window in time to hear a lid crash onto a car and set off the alarm. Shit. This was bad. He didn't even know what it was, but he knew it was bad. Luke knew what to do.<br><br>&nbsp;Taking a deep breath while Patsy went off to the bathroom, he grabbed Roy by the arm. <strong>"I don't know what, but shit's about to go down Roy. And I don't trust sendin' anyone outside right now."</strong> Leaning down, he whispered a passcode into the man's ear. <strong>"That's the code for my panic room, take all the regulars in there and lock it down tight."</strong> He'd gotten a panic room installed after that incident with Kilgrave. If he ever raged out again, he was pretty sure even he wouldn't be able to power his way out without some time. Hopefully it was protected enough to keep them safe.<br><br>&nbsp;Before the grizzled old man went about his duties though, Luke held his arm tight. He reached under the bar with his other hand and pulled out a spiked Louisville slugger(a memento from his old days), a 45. pistol. And a sawn off 12 guage shotgun. <strong>"I'm countin' on you, Roy. Big pay check for you come sunrise, deal?"</strong> "You got it boss," the old man said as he slid the pistol into his belt, cocked the shotgun, and slung the bat over his shoulder. "Listen up! You don't run with Luke or his crew here, follow me! Somethin' bad's in the air and we don't wanna be here when it shows up." <br><br>Taking out his own flashlight, Healy shook it a bit to get the regulars attention and led the confused, starting to panic people to a wooden panel. He slapped it and it slid back, revealing a metal door with a keypad on the side and a small view window. He typed in the code, then the door slid open. "Already, everybody in. We're gonna weather this storm in here. Trust me...you don't wanna be outside for what comes next." He made a point to shine the light on the birthday girl and gesture her to follow him as well.<br><br>Normal people shouldn't be around for the scary part he thought. The last of them were filing into the room as Patsy came back out. She asked what the plan was, and Luke calmly reached back under the bar. He came back up with a box. And after pulling out a dull yellow jacket, he slipped it on. Then he pulled out a length of chain that clanked as he rolled it around his fist. It was probably just a bit over 12 feet long...and just as indestructible as the man holding it. <strong>"Plan? We keep these people safe. We keep the people outside safe. And we <em>fuck shit up</em> for whoever decided tonight was the night they wanted to have a party."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Thankfully the bar was something of a fortress. Reinforced stone building, new, heavy gauge metal doors, bars on the doors and windows. The windows themselves were reinforced bulletproof glass(after a few problems with drive-bys). He spent a small fortune on this place, but considering what happened to the first one, he wasn't too upset with his investment. <strong>"Only question is do we wanna do this in here, or out there with <em>them</em>? Don't make me no nevermind...I'm insured,"</strong> he said with a grin while cracking his knuckles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 20:04:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6uzCbh.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Cloud 0/ Abigail Boylen<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Late Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's Bar, Clinton/Hells Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Patsy Walker et al&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Abigail turned her head to the redhead. She smelled nice. And dressed nice. And considering this was a bar in Harlem that meant she was very classy and confident as opposed to just rich. The fact she invited her to their little party was rather nice as well. Abigail certainly didn't have any plans besides getting drunk on her 21st and she wasn't getting any particular rape vibes from anyone here, so that was a definite plus as she canvassed her mind for any excuses of why not to join their little party, beyond general social awkardness and whatnot. "Sure I can hang," she then said, sipping her Rum Punch. "Just let me finish my drink. It's too expensive to spill," she then said, only partially true of course. Truth was she just needed to will herself up to actually investing into being with a group of people in a social setting without letting off where and what she had been doing for the past couple years. The old man behind the bar seemed to be smiling, or happily grimacing and Abigail tried to play it off. "Think she'll cover my tab?" Abigail then asked, nodding to the redhead as she made her way to the bathroom.<br><br>"Patsy ehhhh." He shrugged. "Might pay for a glass from the wines we have in stock," he replied as Abigail shrugged again, contemplating the bars wine stock when, in the streets just beyond the bar she could hear the shrieking and howling of something clearly unnatural cutting through the air followed by the loud, heavy clanging of metal on asphalt. That seemed unusual, even for New York City and needless to say, she quickly slid off of the stool and twirled around to look outside. Of course, showing terrible things happened in groups of threes, along with the howls and clanging of manhole covers flying through the air, the lights suddenly went out in the bar. <br><br>Her mind went to her gun, but she kept that stashed in her shoulder holster. Private gun ownership was hard to come by in the limits of New York City and she sure as hell didn't have the relevant permits. Thankfully the proprietor of the bar, as soon as he saw the shit hitting the fan outside, went behind the bar as the old man, Roy, opened what looked like a safe room located behind the bar. At first she thought it a bit odd... but then again, there was the incident with the aliens invading a few years back. Oh and the Battle in Harlem before that. Oh and the Stark Expo thing that occurred before that. Then there was the HYDRA attack on the United Nations building... that terrorist bombing in Hells Kitchen.<br><br>Yeah plenty of shit went done in new York to the point that when Luke Cage started to produce weapons from under the bar like it was a Dean Koontz novel, she actually took it in stride. Why <em>wouldn't</em> you be crazy prepared for anything if you lived in New York City? All of a sudden she wished she had brought more then a pistol to the bar. But dragging a large sporting rifle out to her 21st birthday seemed like a poor idea at the time. She was busy standing there, more getting in the way of the other patrons as they hurried into the safe room, then anything else but that was because her eyes were transfixed on the street outside. The fact that the interior of the bar was only illuminated by some cell phone lights meant that her eyes, and everyones eyes, were rapidly adjusting to the darkness and soon they could see more outside then just the night.<br><br>"Birthday girl. Party is over! Come on!" Roy then called out to her as Abigail saw what was coming, and the fear started to shoot up her spine as she saw the pale shapes darting down the darkened streets. She turned to Luke Cage. "Give me a gun. I was in a cadet program for the police. I can handle one," Abigail then said as nearby Ron shook his head.<br><br>"I thought you were too smart to be a cop!" Roy shot back to her, smirking a bit.<br><br>"I'm not a cop," Abigail replied before turning to Luke. "It didn't take..." she said, extending her hand to Luke. Sure she already had a gun... but... she didn't want to pull out an illegal firearm if she didn't have to. Plus... this seemed like a situation where two guns would be better then one. If those... things... broke in... reloading might be a bit of a hassle. Of course, it hadn't quite dawned on her alcohol buzzed mind that a strange inebriated 21 year old asking for a gun and swearing she had law enforcement training wouldn't be the most trust inducing statement to make. But if those things broke in well, Abigail was glad she did bring her own pistol. Gun laws be damned, better judged by twelve then carried by six.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 23:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/01/a5/a801a5580c4d87a496fe64015b576527.jpg)<br></div><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Misty Knight<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> -&gt; LUKE’S<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/70/18/c0/7018c042e9e1680b1405c1df02ecf821.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones, Luke Cage , Shang-Chi , Patsy&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>Warning:</strong><br><hr><br><br>She grinned as Jess and Shang Chi came over to play a round of pool with her. "Looks like we may need to form teams. " Misty's smile grew a tad wider as Shang- Chi threw some cash down. "Alright!" She said before chalking the tip of the pool sticky.&nbsp; She was going to suggest they take turns playing her, since she could hand enough whoopings out on her own. <br><br>Thank goodness Patsy came over and made it even. "Okay so me and Shang Chi..." She took 300 dollars out her back pocket and slammed it down on the table. "Against&nbsp; Jess and Pats over here." She was going to ask if anyone else wanted to get in on this, but there was no point in being greedy.<br><br>"Okay ladies and gents now it's time to-"<br><br>Just as she was about to break the lights went of. "The hell?" Looking over her shoulder at Luke she gave him the sharp eye. " Oh don't tell me you behind on the light bill." Her voice echoed just as several tiny lights from phones and flash lights came on. "Wait..." She looked over and noticed the juke box was still going. If Misty's hair wasn't already standing up it would of stood up. Grabbing her cash and some of Shang-Chi's, you know for safe keeping, She pulled out her phone and used the flash light on it.&nbsp; "Is it me or did the temperature just drop in this place?" She shined the light on Jess to make sure she was still there before going around the room.<br><br>As Luke accessed the panic room for the bard patron to come in Patsy left and came back in her yellow one piece. "Oh..so it's time to suit up?" She pulled her glock out the sheath of the gun holster before working her way to the door to peer outside. The street lights were out from what she could tell from the window. Narrowing her gaze she&nbsp; heard the cries of what sounded like a animal, a really hollowing scary cry. Slowly Misty backed up from the door of the bar.&nbsp; " What the hell..." her gun clicked in the brief silence." Outside, inside....I don't think it matters Luke.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 07:32:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty, Luke, Shang, Patsy, Abigail&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Ironically, Jessica had sobered up a decent bit since entering Luke's bad, so her generally very discerning environmental awareness was beginning to come back to her. The place wasn't jam packed or anything, but there were a decent amount of customers scattered around the place at the various tables and booths. Mostly just what you'd expect to see, a bunch of sad people attempting to drown their pain and problems in alcohol. The scene was actually kind of gloomy in a way, when she took the time to linger on it. <em>I don't come off that depressed when I drink, right?...Nah, no way...</em> <br><br>Anyways, the only person who really stood out from the expected crowd was the little blondie sitting by herself, sipping on some fruity looking drink that Jess wouldn't be able to name. Why would anyone want to add juice or whatever else to their drinks? Just to pay twice as much and take twice as long to get where they were trying to go? Her best guess was that some people just liked the scenic route, but it was still perplexing. As a force of habit, Jess disguised her glances in the girl's direction, only to suspect that Blondie was trying to do the same thing, not that it necessarily meant anything. Teenagers were awkward and stuff. <br><br>On a different night, and definitely in a different place, Jessica might even have been tempted to try her luck. When she caught the brief look that the girl sent in Luke's direction, however - or at least was pretty sure she caught it - she felt a whole set of entirely different emotions surge though her in that instant. The corners of her eyes narrowed slightly, and for a brief moment she considered doing something stupid, but instead she forced herself to turn her attention back to the game of pool that was shaping up into a two against two now that Shang and Patsy had chosen to join the fray. Jess was okay with that. She and Patsy had always been the dream team, and Shang obviously didn't spend that much time in bars, nor did he strike her as the pool shark type. Easy money.<br><br>Of course, her sis had to pick up the stray on her way over, classic Patsy. And the little jab, too, which Jessica was already preparing to answer when the place suddenly went pitch black. Not just the bar, in fact, but the entire block at the very least, since her first instinct was to glance out the nearest window and check if the lights were still on outside. The jukebox was still playing, though, which didn't make any sense. It wasn't some weird jukebox that ran on batteries, either, since she remembered tripping over the cord and getting real close and personal with the floor on at least one occasion when the free drinks had gotten the better of her.<br><br>Then came those blood-curdling noises that sounded like some cross between a legion of warriors bellowing war cries and a herd of angry dinosaurs. <strong>"You jinxed it,"</strong> Jess said flatly in the direction where she'd last seen Shang-Chi, since her eyes hadn't adjusted enough yet for her to actually see shit inside of the bar. Of course, having a bright light flashed in her face certainly helped with that. Grimacing, she turned her head to the side and brought an arm up to shield herself. <strong>"Jesus, can you <em>not</em>!?"</strong> she grumbled at Misty, whom she recognized only by the direction of her voice.<br><br>Maybe her friend was right, and it didn't matter whether they stayed inside or not, but - in spite of herself - Jess couldn't help but think about the innocent people who might be caught out on the streets, helpless. Now that she was able to distinguish shapes well enough through the darkness, she could see that Patsy had already suited up, Misty had unholstered her gun, and Luke was apparently getting ready for the third World War. If she was about to get caught up in the next alien, genocidal robot or whatever-the-hell else invasion, she picked a good group to get caught in it with. <br><br>As she began making her way over towards the door, Jess couldn't hold back a derisive snort when Blondie asked for a gun, citing her extremely impressive credentials of having attended - not even completed - a cadet program for the police. <strong>"Stupid enough not to get out of the way, though,"</strong> she remarked, following up on Roy's latest comment right before giving the girl's extended arm a tap on the wrist with the tip of her pool cue - maybe just a tiny bit harder than was necessary to get her point across. She hadn't expected Blondie to react by trying to snatch the stick from her grasp. <em>Frisky little bitch.</em><br><br><strong>"Get in the goddamn safe room, jailbait, we're not about to babysit you,"</strong> Jessica ordered harshly, ripping the pool cue away from Abigail's hands with enough force that the girl wouldn't stand a chance at holding on.<br><br>Having wasted enough time already, resumed her previous trajectory towards the door, calling over her shoulder to the others. <strong>"Who says they're after us, specif-"</strong><br><br>Something slammed into the door suddenly from the other side right as Jess reached it, sending the heavy slab of steel swinging right at her. She narrowly avoided catching it with her face by instinctively turning her right shoulder into it half a moment before losing some of her teeth. The violent impact rattled her, and it certainly didn't feel great, but she was able to hold her ground.Whatever was hissing angrily on the other side was no pushover, though it still wasn't nearly strong enough to keep her from slamming the door back shut and keeping it that way for the time being by leaning against it with her back. <br><br><strong>"Okay, so maybe they're after us,"</strong> Jessica admitted, a slight but noticeable amount of strain in her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 15:45:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Outside Luke's bar, the vampires were ferociously tearing at the walls, the door, the bars on the windows and the bulletproof glass. Of course such prime targets would have appropriate defenses. Nevertheless, their sharp nails left scratch marks all over the surface of the wall, their powerful jaws partially bent some of the bars and left deep teeth marks in the steel, but still they were unable to penetrate their quarry's inner sanctum. They continued to hiss and roar with fury, their fists banging futilely against the reinforced glass. One of them, however, managed to have a moment of clarity and seized the manhole cover that had concealed their hiding place before, and threw it with all its might, with pure luck causing its aim to be true, and it managed to break through the window it hit, though the entire window still stayed intact. Only their clawed hands could fit through, but then, so could the heroes' gun barrels.<br><br>So it was a standoff. Lasting however long the evil mastermind could tolerate before pulling out his trump card.<br><br>It was starting to become evident that the vampires were insufficient for this strike to be successful. It was time for the dark forces to bring out their big guns. Fortunately for them, they had some waiting in the wings as a precaution. The cement in the middle of the street started to crack. Tiny tremors could be felt, as though an industrial piledriver were being employed, only from beneath the ground. Steam and smoke began to emerge from the growing hole in the asphalt, and a dark figure resembling a bald, slightly more out-of-proportion Hulk crawled out from the sewers below. The only source of illumination from it, a small slit where what could be assumed its eyes would be, if it had any resemblance to a humanoid beyond the superficial. Its footsteps, while heavy, did not cause any further tremor, but the fact that its blows to the concrete were powerful enough to, would have been cause for alarm. The vampires rallied behind it, not daring to be anywhere in its field of vision while it stared down the enemy stronghold. Its gait was slow, almost clumsy, like a gorilla attempting to walk without using its arms, suggesting a lack of intelligence. How appropriate for a being that was commonly known as a Mindless One.<br><br>When it finally reached striking distance of the bar, it felt the steel bars around one of the windows. With one backhanded swipe, it sent them flying like toothpicks. It reared its head back and hit the wall in such a way that half of its head hit both the wall and the window, while putting forward its upper body and followed through like a football player barreling through the opposition. The hole it left in its wake would have allowed two vampires to waltz through comfortably. But with their animal-like movements, half a dozen could have entered simultaneously without having to fight for elbow room.</span></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 19:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.wp.com/bitcast-a-sm.bitgravity.com/slashfilm/wp/wp-content/images/ironfist-raining-dark.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Rand<br><strong>Alias:</strong><em>Iron Fist</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12235577#msg12235577)<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Iron Fist Costume - Yellow and Green<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hell's Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Luke<br><hr><br>He was on the move.&nbsp; Flowing freely from rooftop to rooftop.<br><br>Silent.<br><br>Swift.<br><br>Yes there were plenty of heroes that could fly and he was sure it was convenient.&nbsp; He was also sure they really had no idea what it was like to "fly" the way he did.&nbsp; Some of the others in Hell's Kitchen knew.&nbsp; To intimately know each rooftop in the area.&nbsp; To propel yourself forward and upward by your own limbs; never slowing, never faltering.<br><br>It was exhilarating and intoxicating...right up until when it wasn't.<br><br>It seemed as though all of the power for Hell's Kitchen went out...except...it hadn't.&nbsp; There were things still running but streetlights and emergency lights on rooftops and...<br><br>...everything just got very dark.<br><br>Then everything got very loud.&nbsp; The clattering of manhole covers striking and then clattering about as the flattened on the road found his ears, followed shortly thereafter by an unpleasant and nearly inhuman yowling.<br><br>Looking over the edge of the four storey building he was on allowed him to see&nbsp; the source of the noise...or sources rather.&nbsp; A number of people dressed in a way that made homeless people look well-off were clambering up and out of manholes on the street.&nbsp; Further observation revealed a number of them quite literally crawling up the walls of the building that he was atop of...<br><br>He was simply trying to process the moment when he heard the crunching of gravel atop the roof behind him.&nbsp; He turned to find one of the "people"; twenty feet away and cresting the edge of the roof.&nbsp; Much of it was obscured by the dark that seemed to hang over this area of the city but what wasn't obscured was it's obvious aggression and ill intent.<br><br>"Wait...you don't want do this..." , he warned as it charged him with reckless velocity.&nbsp; As it drew closer he could see that there was something quite wrong with it's teeth and part of what allowed it to climb the building as it had was due to the talons on each finger.&nbsp; Whatever it was; the point where it had drawn just close enough, it's hands outstretched to tear into him; Danny smoothly stepped to the side.&nbsp; The creatures arms swept aside and in the same motion it's legs were cut out from under it.&nbsp; Sending it tumbling past Danny atop the unforgiving gravel.<br><br>It was back on it's feet far faster than Danny had expected and was scrabbling across the gravel, charging him once more.&nbsp; Danny was already rotating...spinning and a moment later his heel connected with the side of it's head, snapping it's head to the side and sending it tumbling to the ground once more.&nbsp; That strike would slow it down and yet...the creature quickly scrambled to it's feet once more.<br><br>Danny was already on it.&nbsp; It was fast...and strong like a meth-head but with more claws and fangs.<br><br><em>...and resilient.</em><br><br>A sharp strike to a nerve cluster beneath it's armpit to deaden the use of it's arms only served to irritate the creature further and for Danny to almost get eviscerated by it's claws.&nbsp; <br><br><em>...so the hard way.</em><br><br>He moved without thought in the middle of the rooftop. A shoulder was separated a knee dislocated and a shin snapped.&nbsp; The creature still howled but frighteningly fast axe-kick crashing down onto the creatures head dazed it enough to shut it up for a moment.&nbsp; Danny was about to unsling his pack and pull out his phone to update Luke when his hand paused as he reached for it.<br><br>He had company.<br><br>He slowly turned in a circle as over a dozen of the creatures; like the one he had just fought encircled him.&nbsp; Their eyes...black.&nbsp; Shoulders lifting with each laboured breath as they looked at him.&nbsp; Danny settled smoothly upon the balls of his feet; hands at the ready as he spoke in a clear, calm tone.<br><br>"I should warn you...I know kung fu."<br><br>The creatures' jaws opened wide as they howled in unified rage before charging at the lone man.<br><br>"...I thought as much." , he muttered before showing them precisely what he knew.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 23:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6uzCbh.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Cloud 0/ Abigail Boylen<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Late Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's Bar, Clinton/Hells Kitchen<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica Jones&nbsp; <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage, Patsy Walker (go Hellcats!)<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><em>Bitch!</em><br><br>Abigail paused, realizing she said that inside of her mind. That was a relief. The woman was freakishly strong. Probably steroids... or you know... super strength. She began to suspect the later when Misty mentioned suiting up and like Luke Cage, pulled out a gun of her own. Then the redhead that was so nice to her from before emerged from the bathroom wearing some yellow and blue get up.... and now the raven haired <del>bitch</del> woman just showed off some superhuman strength and was likely not Human Growth Hormone related. And she didn't even know what was special about the Chinese guy, but she had seen enough Kung Fu movies to fully suspect that he would unleash some sort of Kung Fu themed whoopass after a sufficient build up of tension. She only hoped she could live long enough to see it.&nbsp; <br><br>As soon as all of the other bar patrons hustled into the safe room and old man Roy closed the door behind them, Abigail turned to the street. First things first, she thought they had to get out there. There had to be civilians out there in danger and... Abigail jumped back a bit and saw the front door buckling from the impact of whatever pale grotesque humanoids that were literally throwing themselves against the door with enough force to rattle the frame and hinges. Jessica pressed herself to the opposite side of the door, slamming it shut as whatever creatures that were trying to come in continued to almost futilely try and batter it down. The glass of the bar front meanwhile wasn't just tempered, but reinforced and combined with the bars over the windows, looked rather secure even as their attackers pressed their inhumane visages against the glass, clawing at the windows and bars with long, curved claws and baring almost disjointed looking maws filled with rows of sharp teeth. Thankfully there were no yellow eyes which meant these weren't CHUD's... or at least movie Chuds. <br><br>"Okay, so maybe they're after us," Jessica stated nervously. Abigail sighed. Maybe the people on the street were okay. But why would they be after them. She glanced over to the others. There was yellow eyes, but those belonged to the redhead. She looked like a superhero. Maybe she was a superhero. What if they all were? She had no idea who they were of course but then again, she hadn't been in New York City for years. Maybe they were after them. What a terrible choice of a drinking hole... out of all the bars in Harlem... In New York City.<br><br>A manhole being hurled at one of the windows and opening up just enough of a crack for the critters to claw their ragged looking claws through caught Abigail's attention as she realized no extra guns were forthcoming. Shrugging to herself, she reached into her jacket and produced her own pistol. It was a Smith &amp; Wesson M&amp;P Compact. Standard SHIELD issue and since secretive old SHIELD really wasn't a thing until recently, she felt it was a rather safe bet that it couldn't be traced by its serial number, or at least was behind many spooky classifications. She just wished she had added the flashlight attachment to her pistol, but then again... she wasn't expecting to get into urban combat. Sighs... everything fell apart after Rudy Giuliani stopped being Mayor. <br><br>She brought the pistol up as her old SHIELD training suddenly kicked in, no doubt fueled by the adrenaline she was feeling. Looking at those... those claws... sliding through the crack in the reinforced glass. Like the hospital scene in the Walking Dead. "Stop!" Abigail suddenly screamed aloud. "We are armed and will open fire if you do not stop right now!" Abigail shouted as she got snarls and howls and hissing in response. God, this was ridiculous, she realized. But she had to cross her t's and dot her I's when it came to shooting people. <br><br>Then the Abomination showed up.<br><br>No wait, it wasn't the Abomination. Just had that same look about it. Giant, massive, hulking brute of indistinct flesh. The silhouette almost looked like a golem as it loomed over the lesser creatures. Lurching forward like a statue animated, it simply lifted one of its tree trunk limbs and swatted aside the iron bars over the windows with a mere gesture, iron bending and breaking like wooden splinters. Abigail backed up, gun in hand as she saw the creature then rear its head back and simply slam it forward like a literal battering ram, smashing its featureless head through several layers of transparent laminated plating like glass itself before drawing its massive head backwards. With a single gesture, it smashed a hole as wide as its shoulders into the windowfront of the bar and as soon as it reared back, at least a half dozen of the pale creatures lurched forward. <br><br>"Staahhhhhhfuck!" Abigail screamed aloud, more preoccupied with trying to get a single word out then shooting but she wasn't even able to finish one word as a single shot rang out. The bullet hit something but she didn't even see where it landed. Either way, none of them lurched back, or even paused and before she could fire again, Abigail felt herself being lifted up in the air. Like a rocket being launched, a thick white smoke billowed around the soles of her shoes as her body was propelled upwards and left a cloud of clean smoke in the spot where she was standing. The action had been subconscious, purely born out of reflexes like a muscle memory. The leading one of the creatures surged forward, flying through the cloud of white gas that Abigail left in her wake and slammed headfirst into the front of the bar with a loud thud. The others were practically falling over themselves after it entered while above it all, Abigail ducked her head down, narrowly avoid slamming her head into the ceiling. "Fuck..." she finally stammered as she saw the creatures boiling in. <br><br>She backed up, perching herself into a literal sitting position on the very top of the bar shelving as two more of the creatures half lunged, half crashed into the edge of the bar counter. They were flailing at the clouds she had left in her wake and as soon as their heads popped into view, emerging from the clouds of smoke. She was always a good shot and spotting targets coming out of a cloud of smoke, it was all muscle memory and hand eye coordination, just like another shooting drill. She wasn't perfect, but she had a stable platform to fire from, close range, dim lighting and a heart that was beating like hell. Not ideal... but far from imperfect. The bar lit up in flashes as she fired her pistol. Single, tight shots, all aimed quickly and efficiently. <br><br>Two rounds discharged and disappeared into the smoke to no effect. She wasn't sure if she missed completely or just missed the head. Then on the third shot one of the creatures literally leaped from the cloud, honing in on her little perch at the top of the bar shelf. It was actually an incredibly easy shot since she just barely managed to keep her nerves in check and not fluff the shot at the last second. She fired a third time as the creature leaped up at her in midair and while she couldn't see the impact, she did see a welter of dark gore and ichor explode out of the back of the creatures head. But it was still flying through the air towards her as she squeezed off another quick shot, this round tearing through the creatures lower jaw and then punching clean through its throat. Though she didn't realize it, pure momentum was flying him through the air and though it was already dead, the fact its lower jaw looked all the more terrifying as it lay uselessly hanging from its head made Abigail actually scream as she lashed out and slammed a boot into the face of the flying creature, kicking the corpse back down to the bar. <br><br>"Sh....poop!" she grunted, somehow having enough sense of mind to not swear all of a sudden. Perched up here, she saw the creatures seemed rather single minded in flooding through the hole in the glass and lurching towards the other ones still on the ground floor. The next one that burst from the rapidly dissipating cloud of smoke lurched towards the dark haired girl... Jessica... who was still bracing against the front door. Again, more reacting then thinking, Abigail took aim at that one and fired another round. Her aim wasn't perfect, the bullet thudding into the upper back of the creature as it scrambled across the ground on all fours, its shoulder barely recoiling from the gunshot wound and only slowing it for a split second.&nbsp; Ten shots in the magazine. Six fired. Four left. Had to make them count. She started to fire another shot at the one coming at Jessica when yet another of the monsters leaped up towards her and by the time she panned her aim back to her front and center, Abigail was already pulling her legs back as she saw the long claws of the creature rack against the soles of her sneakers.<br><br>Her poo comfortable Sketchers. Three more gunshots rang out. Three of them punched through the upper body of the creature, tearing through its shoulders and chest but the creature practically landed upon her, its inhumanely large maw filled with sharp teeth opening up, ready to rip her face off. Abigail winced, jerking her head back hard enough that it thudded against the back edge of the ceiling and wall. She fired the final round in the magazine, not even having to aim for the giant mouth that provided such an excellent target. The bullet destroyed the creatures tongue and shot straight down the back of the creatures mouth, exiting out the backside and taking most of the rear of its brain and chunks of skull along with it. Abigail closed her eyes as flecks of blood splattered across her own face and she quietly hoped as the corpse fell away and onto the bar floor, that whatever these creatures were, they weren't contagious. She wiped the blood clear off of her face and onto her sleeve before noticing the insane melee occurring at her feet. <br><br>She was glad she brought another mag and quickly fumbled through her pockets, trying not to panic as she slammed the fresh ammunition into her pistol and then worked the action. Some return to America this was turning out to be. At least HYDRA wasn't going to try to eat her face off. What a birthday. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 00:13:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.craveonline.com/images/stories/2011/2011/November/Comics/marvel/punisher/punisher5658.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Castle<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Punisher<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary - Cafeteria to Solitary Confinement<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blade, Daredevil <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Dawn Til' Dusk in this Bitch!<br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Frank had been following behind Blade when he stopped and slowly, his blue eyes traveled to the ceiling. He heard the shrieks, snarls, and grunts (https://youtu.be/3-efkE7XNYc) of several creatures whose silhouettes flashed over the windows. They were like roaches fleeing from a sewer and were quickly drenching the place. Slowly, bringing his eyes back down to Eric. The hard dark scowl that seemed to have never left his face since his family’s murder settled on the vampire.<br><br>“Friends of yours?” Frank asked facetiously.<br><br>He moved closer to Blade and turned his back to him, keeping his foot touching the vampire’s foot so he would know that The Punisher was still at his back.<br><br>“Now is not the time to be hiding in the shadows, Red. I can’t guarantee that I won’t shoot you in the face,” he told Daredevil if he was close and listening. He had even raised his voice so that it resonated throughout the prison. It was bad enough that there were other prisoners trapped in Rykers with them. Whatever these creatures were, he couldn’t help but wonder if they would use the other prisoners as food.<br></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 00:43:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OhQxDrP.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eric Brooks<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blade<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Blade's Team, Daredevil, Frank Castle <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> So much hitting<br><hr><br><br>Things were going well. They were getting closer to the exit by the minute, and soon they could just waltz right out the front door free and clear. No muss, no fuss. "Alright gang, let em' have their lights back. We're far enough along that the real guards won't even think about checking our id's." He waited a few seconds, and when the lights didn't come back on, he looked around. "Well?" "Yeeeeeeah, problem, big guy. They won't come back on. And before you ask, <em>no</em> we didn't fuck up. Something happened and they're just...off. I can't explain it, it's like-" King didn't finish his thought, as there was a horrible shrieking noise that all of them heard. <br><br>"They're here." "What the fuck?" Blade looked up and saw the creatures darting about over the windows. "Change of plans, if you're not inside, get in here now! Get as many as you can secured and gear up. Speakin' of, where'd you leave ours?" "There's a bag in the maintenance closet in the bathroom closest to you guys. It's got everything you'll need. Hurry though...whatever those things are, they're not what we usually deal with." Blade's eyebrow raised when Frank asked if those things were his friends. He cocked his head to the side and huffed sarcastically. "Because I got fangs and they got fangs, we're friends? Don't be racist, Frank...it's beneath you," he joked.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come on though, we need to get to that bathroom. I got a feelin' standard issue prison guard equipment's gonna piss em' off more than anything. We need the real deal. And don't worry about Daredevil. He's smart enough to not make himself a target." He kept close to Frank, close enough for the Punisher to know where he was at all times until they made it to the bathroom. "Daredevil, get your ass inside. Those things'll swarm you out there. Find us as fast as you can," he said into the comms. The Daredevil had already been briefed on the situation, and he too had been gifted with situation specific weaponry that would ash those monsters as easy as anything else. Once they were inside, he locked the door and pulled the bag to them.<br><br>&nbsp;After opening it, he handed Frank a pair of what looked like sporty sunglasses. "Spectrum glasses. Night vision or infrared's the most helpful; these guys are probably too cold to show up on thermal." And once Frank could see, he was free to pull the weapons Blade had brought for him out of the bag. He couldn't fit their outfits in there, but with the amount of firepower they'd smuggled in, Frank would still be impressed. "This prison break wasn't entirely out of the kindness of my heart, Frank. My team's been preparing for this for a while. And as good as you are at killin' people, I figured you'd do a pretty damn good job puttin' undead back where they belong. Everything in there is for killing vamps. Silver knives, uv grenades; .45's, an MP5 and a shotgun. All the bullets are hollow-points, garlic filled, silver. Pretty much you try to kill it, it's gonna die."<br><br>&nbsp;Blade was stacked up with his usual. His adamantium katana with the silver acid edge, his glaive, stakes, and two pistols with a whole lotta ammo. "Come on, Frank...let's see just how rusty you are." No point waiting for the inevitable in the bathroom, so he he opened it and walked out into the open, ready to kill his way out of the prison. Or just kill until they stopped coming. Whichever happened first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 01:13:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Within the walls of Ryker's, the residents weren't taking the situation as well as the heroes. Huddled in their cells, some convicts were seizing, others curled up in the fetal position and whimpering or sobbing, others having night terrors, a few praying to whatever gods they believed in, and very few actually harming themselves in reaction to imagined threats. The guards were faring similarly, huddled together in their own safe room, bawling and fighting over the most tight corner for a hiding place. While the intruders would be ignoring all of them, they were duly occupied with their own distractions to ensure they would not interfere in the extermination.<br><br>It would barely register, even for someone with hearing as sensitive as Daredevil's, but the faintest hint of a chant was the culprit. "Surrender to the fear...bow to the Fear Lords." This just repeated, over and over, a whisper coming from a dark underworld. But that was of too little consequence to matter given the incipient attack, and none of them would know how to deal with it anyway.</span></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Life in Color</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 23:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blastr.com/sites/blastr/files/hellcat-1-review-163589.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Patsy Walker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247454.msg12244344#msg12244344)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <em>Meow</em>.<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's, Harlem<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jessica, Misty, Luke, Shang, Abigail, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><hr> <br><br>“Well, duh.” her lips moved into a playful smile aimed at Misty, pushing her cheeks to the edge of her mask.<br><br>Her hands flexed in her blue gloves at the sound of the chain that Luke was carrying. She wasn’t like Luke or Jessica, or even Misty – or Shang. No, Patsy had no powers that really made her cut out for the whole “hero” gig, but she did have that nagging feeling in her stomach to simply <em>help</em> – and maybe that’s why the magical blue and yellow costume chose to bond to her, instead of someone like her sister or Misty, or someone else with the power to help already. The sound of guns cocking brought the steel of Hellcat’s claws out and had the redhead nodding with Misty, armed with a confidence she didn’t quite feel.<br><br>“Misty’s right, Luke – I don’t think it’s going to matter whether we’re here, or there – at least in here we can watch over the regulars.” Hellcat cocked her head at the small argument between her sister and the blonde girl. “Jess, if she wants to help – let her help. We don’t exactly have an advantage over here.”&nbsp; it sounded like there was a lot of.. whatever, that was out there. <br><br>Hellcat moved after her sister, on instinct – she remembered watching a show about how lionesses hunted one night while she had been waiting for her hair to dry and she’d have giggled about it, if there wasn’t something hissing loudly outside. When the steel was pushed back on Jessica, she jumped back and kind of felt a need to hiss, but that would be really silly, so she crouched near a table and simply watched as Jessica man-handled the door back into place. <br><br>“So, which one of you pissed off whatever those things are outside?” the question came out as she rose, dusting her costume off. “Because this doesn’t feel random, at all.” she felt the floor gently shake beneath her feet – and sometimes she wished she didn’t have whatever powers this suit gave her.<br><br>“Guys..” she didn’t need to say more – something bigger was outside.<br><br>She squinted, letting her eyes settle into the darkness, and through the windows she saw the <em>thing</em> as it approached -&nbsp; approached was a bad word, that made it seem like it was a gentle walk and not the charge that it was indeed initiating. When the inevitable pieces of wall and glass went flying, Patsy ducked under most of it and moved towards the new girl – she’d have to get her name, eventually. She was confident that Jess and the others would provide a decent front line once they got their bearings again, so she stuck to the blonde like glue. One jumped at them, but it looked like the girl had things handled. Hellcat had to keep from gagging as the girl wiped the blood off her face.<br><br>“Name’s Hellcat. After this, I owe you a spa trip.” under her mask she smiled and heard another… whatever they were – looked like vampires? What were vampires doing coming after any of them? Another looked to be leaping at the pair on the bar and the claws came out just before Hellcat leapt at it, dragging it back down to the floor and then kicking it back against a wall with carefully placed feet under its chest.<br><br>She was sure that it would be back. For now, she looked for anyone needing help. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 01:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8d/36/07/8d36071af51808d686da75d47a39c8c2.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Handing out ass whoopins<br><strong>Music:</strong> No More Mr. Nice Guy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPZkOK88WU&amp;index=8&amp;list=PL1WGTiMvY7dujN17fnJ-bABC_soJswV58)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr> <br><br>Roy did his job and got everyone in the panic room. Well almost everyone. The birthday blond refused to go in, instead asking for a gun and saying she'd gone to the police academy. Well if that was true, at least she'd know how to shoot. And considering cops pretty much taught you to aim for the body and dump as many rounds as possible into the target, he figured she could do okay in this situation. Still though, she was an unknown, and though he had more guns(with his record expunged he could legally&nbsp; own them now), he didn't want to put her in this situation. Jess was quick to shut her wishes down though, saying they couldn't babysit her. And Luke was inclined to agree.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Look, I know you mean well. But I'm a tank on legs. She's got a metal arm. She's strong enough to lift a car. She's got super...cat powers. And I've seen that guy do stuff that would put ten Bruce Lee's combined to shame. Your hears in the right place, but these things aren't for normal people to fight. I couldn't live with myself if you got killed on my watch."</strong> The creatures started trying harder and harder to get in, and Patsy suggested letting the girl fight. He grabbed a 9mm from under the bar, but still contemplated on giving it to her. Well his choice finally got made for him, as Roy closed the door and she refused to get in the safe room. <br><br>Sighing, he handed her the extra firearm. <strong>"We'll watch your back. Hopefully we all make it through this."</strong> Jess used her body to bar the door, and Luke's eyes raised in shock. If Jones was struggling, then these things were no jokes. Hustling over to the door, he braced his shoulder against the door as well, making sure they wouldn't get in. Even after one busted the window with the manhole cover, he stayed where he was since they still couldn't get in. Birthday girl screamed at them, but Luke shook his head. <strong>"One and done! You gave em' the warning, and they didn't listen. Fuckin' shoot em already!!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; He and Jess held strong, unflinching and unmoving. That is, until he looked through the door slot and saw the concrete starting to crack and give way. Then <em>something</em> busted it's way up through the street. Even in the darkness this monstrosity stood out as a large, gray slab with arms, legs, and a glowing red slit for a face...even the slit was narrowed like it was angry. Fuck them sideways. <strong>"Jess, get back. Get back!"</strong> He jumped away from the door, and pulled Jones with him a safe distance away. The creature, whatever the fuck it was then walked right up to the bars and kinda just demolished them like they weren't worth his time.<br><br>&nbsp;Then he busted open the window with a headbutt. And as if that wasn't enough, Luke had to watch him smash his upper body through the wall, leaving a massive hole for the vampire looking fuckers to surge through like bugs trying to get out of the rain. <strong>"Fuck em' up!"</strong> That was Luke's battle cry, since he hadn't had much time to prepare. But everyone would agree with the sentiment. Before he could take a step though, a gunshot rang out and a bullet pinged against the back of his skull. He sighed and was about to turn around when one of the vampires hissed and jumped at him.<br><br>&nbsp;He caught it by the skull and squeezed as hard as he could, crushing it in his grip and causing blood to spew out of the holes before the whole creature turned to ash. Gross. But he couldn't worry about that now, he had a job to do. <strong>"Tiny's mine!"</strong> With a portion of the chain wrapped around his fist, he rushed forward and ducked under the creature's swipe, pushing up and into it's gut hard. Then he wrapped his arms as far around it as he could and lifted.<br><br>&nbsp;All the time his momentum never stopped, and soon he was running full speed back out the building with the thing in his arms. He rushed all the way across the street before he finally slammed it into a car so hard the vehicle was destroyed and they both tipped over. Before he could get up, the monster swatted him, sending him flying into a wall so hard he cracked it. Luke only smiled when he hit the ground. Then stood up and brushed himself off. <strong>"Never fought someone who could give as good as they get. Let's dance big boy!"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 02:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Mindless One was unprepared for someone with that level of strength and immunity to its own damaging blows. While it was not savagely intent like its vampire cohorts, it wasn't terribly clever. However, it did understand its own abilities quite well and in the face of an opponent that could only fight with a limited range, it wasn't too big a stretch to figure out the appropriate approach for dealing with such a foe. The thin slit that stood for eyes widened just a tad, but a much larger proportioned beam of yellow light burst forth. The force would have lifted an SUV into the air and thrown it several meters, so a durable but much less massive human might react a bit differently when struck dead-on.</span></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 08:30:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/9/10/56155aca905be/landscape_xlarge.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Matt Murdock<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Daredevil<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Frank Castle, Eric Brooks <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Hannibal King, Abraham Whistler, Abigail Whistler, Stick<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br><hr><br>They were coming.&nbsp; Murdock could hear them coming.&nbsp; Bare, cold hands gripping rocky protrusions.<br><br>They were scaling the walls.&nbsp; He could easily pick up their loud shrieks and monstrous roars.&nbsp; It was both chilling and deafening to his sensitive ears.<br><br>One thing he supposed he should be thankful for was that their hearts still worked.&nbsp; It worked differently, since those hearts were now used to pump ichor... but they still made a recognizable sound that the blind vigilante could easily pick up.&nbsp; He walked along the roof, trying to get a read on how many there were.&nbsp; How many they were going to have to fight.<br><br>Too many.&nbsp; There were too many scaling the walls and making their way into Ryker's.<br><br>Using the route that led him up to the rooftop in the first place, he quickly made his way back inside, making sure to lock the door shut behind him.&nbsp; He had to find the others.&nbsp; Regroup and come up with a new plan.&nbsp; On his way over, he proceeded to swap out parts of his main weaponry.&nbsp; He had his club customized so that silver blades could be attached to both ends.&nbsp; He also had the whole thing coated with silver paint.&nbsp; He was informed that silver would be far more effective... and that he needn't worry about killing vampires since they were already technically dead.&nbsp; That didn't sit right with him, if he had to be honest.<br><br>"Daredevil, get your ass inside. Those things'll swarm you out there. Find us as fast as you can."<br><br>"Right behind you." Moving slightly out of the shadows, Daredevil showed himself to Blade and Castle.&nbsp; His face was still half-covered in darkness.&nbsp; He intended to slip back into the shadows before dealing with the vampires.&nbsp; Hopefully, his stealth would be better than a vampire's enhanced senses.&nbsp; "There are dozens of them out there.&nbsp; Too many to count."<br><br>He caught the scent of the arsenal that Brooks brought along.&nbsp; A lot of firepower.&nbsp; Lots of silver, too.&nbsp; Hollow-point silver... wait, was that garlic he smelled?&nbsp; Garlic actually worked?&nbsp; UV grenades.&nbsp; A bunch of silver bladed weaponry...<br><br>Daredevil had been wondering what the plan would be, until he heard Blade walk out the door and into the open.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; Charge in, guns blazing.&nbsp; With his silver-coated club in hand, he followed Blade out the door to fight some vampires.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-05-2016, 00:24:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img02.deviantart.net/5f2c/i/2014/332/4/d/frank_castle_by_iskandarsalim-d87zx2c.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Frank Castle<br><strong>Alias:</strong> The Punisher<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary - Open Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Blade, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Daredevil<br><strong>Warning:</strong> I got my own plans.<br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>…And don’t worry about Daredevil. He’s smart enough to not make himself a target.</strong><br><br>Frank recalled a time where he shot Choirboy in the stomach. “I beg to differ.”<br><br>He followed after Blade as they quickly navigated the prison to the bathroom where the arsenal was waiting. When he saw how many weapons they had stored in the maintenance closet, he was surprised that nobody had found them. It would have been all he would need to take over Ryker’s Island if he wanted to.<br><br><strong>Right behind you…</strong><br><br>Speak of the devil, Frank resisted the urge to direct the pistol in his hand at DD’s face. He wouldn’t have killed him as much as he did get tired of him getting in his way. But it would have made him feel better…<br><br><strong>There are dozens of them out there. Too many to count.</strong><br><br>Blade handed him a pair of sunglasses that Frank took and held up as though they were a smelly sock. He frowned at them suspiciously.<br><br><strong>Spectrum glasses. Night vision or infrared’s the most helpful; these guys are probably too cold to show up on thermal.</strong><br><br>Situating the sunglasses over his eyes, he grasped the corner of the frame, tinkering with the buttons until he got the hang of them. He set them to night vision and taking a step toward the bag, he took a knee and went rummaging through it with purpose. He laid out on the floor next to the bag the weapons he would be taking with him on this slaughter fest.<br><br><strong>This prison break wasn’t entirely out of the kindness of my heart, Frank. My team’s been preparing for this for a while. And as good as you are at killin’ people, I figured you’d do a pretty damn good job puttin’ undead back where they belong. Everything in there is for killing vamps. Silver knives, uv grenades; .45s, and MP5 and a shotgun. All the bullets are hollow-points, garlic filled, silver. Pretty much you try to kill it, it’s gonna die.</strong><br><br>“I don’t expect anyone who breaks me out of prison to be doing it out of the kindness of their heart,” said Frank. As he started lining his waist with a stake belt and grenade pouches, he was already musing about the after party. As soon as he finished wiping the ugly off the face of the Earth, he wasn’t going to stick around. He figured that Murdock would just want him back in prison or attempt to keep him here. No; Frank planned on ditching the crew as soon as business was finished. He had his own plans to take care of.<br><br>Frank rose to his feet. He kept the M9 but swapped out the riot ammo for the hollow mags. Within both of his hands were two MP5s. Still wearing the prison guard get-up, sunglasses, and practically wearing a suit of guns—he looked like the One Man Army that every hero, villain, and vigilante knew him as. All he was missing was his notorious skull.<br><br><strong>Come on, Frank…let’s see just how rusty you are.</strong><br><br>“About as rusty as stainless steel,” The Punisher replied as he followed the vampire and the devil out into the open prison, sweeping the corners and upper lofts. Before the hour was up, Frank expected the prison to be painted with blood whether the blood of demons or inmates. At times, there wasn’t much of a difference between the trash in the prison and the trash clawing their way inside. They would all get the same treatment. This just gave The Punisher an excuse to clean up both parties.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterOfMyFate</strong> on <strong>05-05-2016, 03:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROXZFfuHbrs/TEhyO0C-API/AAAAAAAAMR0/AEorqMvgIqE/s640/jon+foo+10.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Shang-Chi<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red sleaveless hoodie, black sweatpants, and kung-fu shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty Knight, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Patsy Walker, Abigail Boylen, open<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Shang-Chi's vision was obscured by darkness, which aided in the resurfacing feeling he had all night in a larger magnitude. What ever it is, it is coming and they have no choice but to fight it. Shang-Chi's resolute became harden at the feeling of fighting alongside his long time companions. Shang-Chi decided for himself that he would not be afraid anymore. Not of this darkness that is coming for them or anything else. Shang-Chi watched as the strongest of them bar the door with all their strength only for the biggest creature to barge in and create a hole for the monsters to come through. Watching as Luke Cage contested with the biggest in a battle of strength, Shang-Chi turned his attention towards the beast that was charging at him and leaped towards him. Meeting him in mid air, Shang-Chi connected a flying kick into the creature's head, severing the head from it's body which turned into ash in a bright display that illuminated the next creatures that were pouring in. Shang-Chi, removing his sleeveless hoodie, revealed his bronzed skin to the creatures as a taunt for them to come to him. Shang-Chi, striking a pose most would affinity towards Bruce Lee, flicked his nose with a thumb. <br><br>Another vampire struck towards Shang-Chi with it's claws, which Shang-Chi blocked and brought his hand up within an inch of the creature's chest cavity. With an incredible show of force and control, Shang-Chi punched the creature's chest within one inch; which caused the creature's heart to implode. The creature turned into ash, but within a second of the creature being fully ashed, another slashed at Shang-Chi's chest through the ash. Jumping back, Shang-Chi was barely cut on his abdomen with four scratches going across it in a diagonal fashion. Looking down, Shang-Chi touched the blood and brought the hand closer to his face. Looking at the creature that charged at Shang-Chi, Shang-Chi let out a furious roar as he grappled the creatures arm and threw him into a table. "WAAAAAAAAAAAATAAAH!!!!" Shang-Chi yelled, jumping up, Shang-Chi brought his foot down onto the vampire's skull and caved it in. Rubbing his foot into the now ashed vampire, Shang-Chi looked up to see the creature shoot a yellow lazer from it's eyes. Shang-Chi narrowed his own eyes at this sight before more vampires came into his vision. Those who witnessed Shang-Chi's display hesitated from coming close to Shang-Chi knowing how dangerous he is at a close range now.<br><br>"Now that I know you beasts are so finicky, I fear you no longer." Shang-Chi said as he slid into a pose once again. The two that stood before Shang-Chi charged at him, hoping their numbers would overwhelm him. Shang-Chi, in response, kicked both of them multiple times with one leg from their legs traveling up their bodies. Then, in rapid succession, Shang-Chi struck both of them with as many fist as possible. Within the many shots Shang-Chi landed on their bodies, they tried to respond with their own strikes which Shang-Chi blocked and repaid them with a strike to their bodies. Uppercutting one into the ceiling, Shang-Chi ducked under the slash of the other vampire and caved in the knee-cap of the vampire; effectively breaking the leg. With the vampire reeling on the ground, Shang-Chi picked up a wooden stake that broke off the table he threw the vampire on. Before he was about to stabbed the creature on the ground, Shang-Chi ducked under the other vampire that broke free from the ceiling with it's face slowly healing. Stabbing the stake where the heart should be, Shang-Chi watched the vampire turn into ash before removing the stake. Looking down at the last vampire, Shang-Chi watched as it tried to crawl away from him. "Woooooh." Shang-Chi pointed the stake towards the vampire as if he was aiming it.<br><br>"WATAH!" Shang-Chi yelled as he threw the stake in the air and kicked it on it's blunt side, sending it into the creature's chest cavity. The vampire screeched as he turned into ash slowly with Shang-Chi whipping his nose for the second time with his thumb. "It is as they say. 'Another one bites the dust.'"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>07-05-2016, 06:27:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0euJdLC.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Jones<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black tank top, dark skinny jeans, flat heel black boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Misty, Luke, Shang, Patsy, Abigail&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Jessica was enjoying a pretty intense back massage as the hissing fiends outside kept throwing their bodies violently against the door, but she could have kept the way barred all night if she needed to. Still, she didn't complain when Luke came over to help, scooting over far enough to let him cover half of the door. She glanced up at him, saying nothing, and for a short moment, all of the chaos and uncertainty in and around her seemed to subside. Funny how it just took some sort of life threatening danger to make things not feel awkward, if only for a few seconds.<br><br>“Guys..” Patsy's voice plucked Jess out of her silent contemplation of Luke's face.<br><br>She knew that tone all too well; that combined with the fact that she could feel the floor rumbling beneath her feet, well, it couldn't be anything good. She was already sighing preemptively and rolling her eyes up to the ceiling. "<strong>What is i-</strong>" Luke was yanking her away from the door and the wall suddenly before she could finish asking, just in time for her to watch some grey Hulk wannabe thing get its Miley Cyrus on by smashing into the building like a wrecking ball. And then the floodgates were opened.<br><br>Her head snapping towards the sounds of the first gunshot, Jessica was somehow less than shocked to learn that it came from the pistol in Blondie's hands. <em>A stubborn teeny bopper, surprise, surprise.</em> Kind of reminded her of her younger self, annoyingly enough. The stubbornness, not the teeny bopper part. Watching the girl suddenly lift off into the air under a cloud of smoke, almost like the launch of a spaceship, that was a little more unexpected. And as if visibility wasn't already limited enough by the darkness, that thick smoke spreading through the bar just made it all the more difficult to see whatever the hell was coming. <br><br>Jess found out soon enough when one of the things that had charged in through the newly torn down wall lunged at her out of the white cloud, bearing its mouthful of lovely, not so pearly white fangs. She was already preparing to brace herself against the charge when the thing that looked like Nosferatu's little cousin recoiled from a bullet. If she wasn't too preoccupied, Blondie would notice another sharp look being thrown her way, some kind of dichotomous combination of <em>thanks</em> and <em>you better not fucking shoot me</em>. <br><br>Having apparently only been momentarily deterred by the gunshot wound, the vamp came rushing at Jess once more while the rest of its friends stormed the bar, engaging the rest of the misfit group of heroes. "Hang on," she said dryly, grabbing the fiend by the shoulders to keep it at arm's length before easily lifting it up and impaling it on one of the twisted metal bars from the windows which had been curved inwards, just like hanging a side of beef up on to a hook. Jess backed away and winced, wrinkling her nose with a bit of disgust as the monster sort of just imploded in a mess of ashes and gore.<br><br>Retrieving the pool cue that she'd dropped when Luke pulled her from the door, she snapped it in half with her bare hands and slammed one of the halves down the next vamp's throat when it tried to have her for a snack. Jess wasn't a hundred percent sure if that was enough to kill it or not, but it went down at least, and the others seemed to have the situation in the bar mostly covered, so she rushed outside to see how Luke was faring against the larger threat instead. <br><br><strong>"Never fought someone who could give as good as they get. Let's dance big boy!"</strong><br><br>"<strong>Uhmm, excuse me?</strong>" she begged to differ, right before the yellow beam of energy caught Luke dead on.<br><br>Yes, she obviously knew that he was practically invincible, but that still didn't keep a brief but clearly distressed scream from leaving her lips. Breathing a silent sigh of relief once the small puff of smoke cleared and she saw that it was mostly just his pants which looked worse for wear, Jess hustled over to the nearest street lamp and grabbed it with both hands, pulling and shaking it from side to side until it came loose. Electrical cables snapped and sparks flew as she tore the metal post out of the ground, just before she swung it up at the grey behemoth's head as hard as she could. She had no idea what it was, but aiming for the head - and even more specifically that single glowing red eye - was the best idea coming to mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 19:01:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/8d/36/07/8d36071af51808d686da75d47a39c8c2.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Luke Cage<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Still Luke Cage[Sometimes Power Man]<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Luke's - Harlem, NY<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Jessica, Misty, Shang, Patsy, Abigail, Open <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Handing out ass whoopins<br><strong>Music:</strong> No More Mr. Nice Guy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpPZkOK88WU&amp;index=8&amp;list=PL1WGTiMvY7dujN17fnJ-bABC_soJswV58)<br><hr><div align="center">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEtgCZIgzcZgxu_2_b.jpg)</div><hr> <br><br>It felt good to cut loose for a change. A little known secret, but clearly one not too easy to guess, was that Mr. Cage had never used his full strength against anyone. Why would he? Gangbangers and private security were still normal guys behind their weapons(which he was invulnerable to), so he wasn't hitting guys hard enough to make them explode or tossing people over buildings. Even when he fought other capes like himself, he tended to hold back because he didn't know how much damage they could take. He'd never be able to live with himself knowing he killed someone because he couldn't pull a punch.<br><br>&nbsp;Well...right now that shit flew out the window. Here he was fighting a rock golem that didn't seem to feel pain, and hit him hard enough for him to actually notice he was getting hit. There was no reason to go easy on this fucker. So at the end of this scrap, Luke planned to stand victorious over a pile of pebbles. He just hoped his confidence in himself wasn't beaten by the creature. Right as Luke wound up to swing as hard as he could into the creatures...<em>skull</em>? He heard Jessica's voice, it's usual sarcastic tone overlaid with tension and anxiety from the attack...questioning him about fighting someone who could challenge him.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Really Jess, you wanna do this noaaarrrrgh!"</strong> That momentary distraction had caused him to look away, to her, and forget that he'd seen the eye slit opening. Well when he turned back all he saw was yellow, and he just crossed his arms in front of him as it was the only thing he could do. Well it worked...sort of. The energy beam tore into him with more impact than anything he'd ever felt, and as he looked away from the blinding light, he saw his pants getting shredded. And then he started getting pushed back, and then...he was flying. Despite his strength and durability, Luke only weighed a few hundred pounds. <br><br>And he hadn't braced himself, so the energy beam sent him flying. Flying across the street and clean <em>through</em> an industrial grade dumpster. There was just...a mangled dumpster and the big hole where Cage went through. <strong>"Ffffuuuuuuuuck. Never wanna do that again,"</strong> the still smoking Hero for Hire grumbled as he stood to his feet. Calmly walking over to a Hummer parked nearby while Jess took a street lamp to it's face, Luke wrapped his chain around the axle and made sure it locked tight. <strong>"Jess! Get outta the way!"</strong> And then he ran toward the Mindless One until his chain snapped taut; then his muscled bulged and he pulled, swinging the hummer through the air to slam it down on the monsters head in a massive arc, like a gigantic improvised game of whack-a-mole.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OhQxDrP.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Eric Brooks<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Blade<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Blade's Team, Daredevil, Frank Castle <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Warning:</strong> So much hitting<br><hr><br><br>As sneaky as Murdock was, and as highly trained as he was, it was still damn hard to sneak up on a guy who could smell your blood more than a mile away; or hear a mouse scurrying under a moving subway train. Blade didn't even react as he stepped out of the shadows, until he gave him a curt nod. There would be plenty of time for pleasantries later. Right now, they needed to make the undead...just <em>dead</em>. A task he was very skilled at, and he was sure the other two would get the gist of it really quick. Frank was a soldier, and he mowed down groups of highly trained men all the time. This wouldn't be anything new. He'd just need to get used to fighting feral vampire monsters. <br><br>The Daredevil on the other hand didn't tend to kill, but Blade had heard about that mess with the Hand and Nobu. Matt could take down undead just fine. It wasn't like he had to worry about losing the support of the Nosferatu association and he'd get no more business from them. Matt stated what Blade already feared and already knew. "These aren't your normal vamps. You can throw that "Interview with a Vampire" and "Twilight" shit out the window. Imagine...a swarm of rats, trained to kill. But vampires. And that's where we stand." Frank was...well he was Frank. Answering every tease with a comeback of his own that managed to be part snarky, part stating fact.<br><br>&nbsp;With both men behind him, they went to work. The first of the vampires fell from the rafters, shrieking like a banshee and stretching it's claws toward Blade on the way down. "Well. Bout damn time you finally started the party!" And then with what seemed the greatest of ease, Blade shifted just enough to move out of the way, then twisted to slam his palm into the back of the vamps head and push down as hard as he could. It's skull shattered against the stone and under Blade's hand, causing it to poof into ashes. "One down! Who's next?" With his glaive in one hand, and his sword in the other, he was taking all comers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 22:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The blow dealt by the street-lamp Jessica Jones swung at it turned the Mindless One's head forcefully to a 90-degree angle, with an audible crack. Its almost rock-like exterior did show some signs of wear at what would be considered its neck, though difficult to register in the poor lighting of the current battlefield. It may have been given an objective and targets to annihilate, but it wasn't prepared for Cage to get right back up again after that blast, and the power behind it had drained its energy reserve, making it impossible to fire off another one for a short time. That window of opportunity was enough to make it unable to react to the improvised ball-and-chain style weapon Luke was slamming down over its head. The sturdy material of the military-designed vehicle still managed to be pierced by the greater durability of the Mindless One's body, but it was taking time struggling to extricate itself now that its body was surrounded by the rest of the Hummer. With its head the only thing sticking out of the new 'sun roof', it was unable to use its arms or legs to strike out temporarily, though it thrashed and groaned inside its small prison. It was almost like the Mindless One's head was in one of those stocks used to keep someone from moving before being subjected to the blade of a guillotine...</span></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel's The Defenders: Hit the Streets and They Hit Back! (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>25-05-2016, 05:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.annihil.us/u/prod/marvel/i/mg/9/10/56155aca905be/landscape_xlarge.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Matt Murdock<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Daredevil<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> TBD/Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Ryker's Island Penitentiary <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPCs, Frank Castle, Eric Brooks <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Hannibal King, Abraham Whistler, Abigail Whistler, Stick<br><strong>Warning:</strong> Stealth, Subterfuge, Hitting<br><hr><br>The strange sounds of the vampires' heartbeats aside, Daredevil could tell that they were undead creatures from their stench alone.&nbsp; He knew what a living person smelled like and these... things smelled even more wrong than...<br><br>Hold that thought.<br><br>The first of the vampires came down from the rafters, but Blade was quick to deal with that one.&nbsp; The scent of burnt ashes wafted through the air, signalling the... re-death?... of the bloodsucker.&nbsp; Daredevil, however, sensed the presence of another, approaching from around the corner of the hallway.&nbsp; He could hear the footsteps... the small shuffles... the unnatural heart beat... the subtle scraps along the wall...&nbsp; Using his billy club, he launched one end of it, ricocheting it off the prison wall so that the chain would go around the corner and wrap itself around the vampire's neck.&nbsp; Gripping a hold of the other end of his weapon, he yanked the chain, strangling and pulling the vampire into view of Blade and Punisher.<br><br>Not allowing the vampire time to react, the blind superhero hopped up into the air, twirling off of one foot before bringing it down <em><strong>hard</strong></em> on the undead skull, shattering it into pieces.<br><br>Using his highly-tuned senses, he picked up on the locations of the nearest vampires.&nbsp; The ones that posed the most threat.&nbsp; "Two coming up from behind.&nbsp; Three more coming this way from the front.&nbsp; Two of them are just around the corner, not really doing anything.&nbsp; Another one's still up in the rafters."<br><br>With that last sentence, Daredevil suddenly shot his specialized club up into the rafters before using the retracting chain to pull another vampire down, <strong><em>smashing</em></strong> him straight into the ground.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>