Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread
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				Title: <strong>Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 02:34:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Playing Thread One/New Years Eve:</strong></span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://livedoor.blogimg.jp/rabitsokuhou/imgs/6/a/6a29fb7f-s.jpg)<br><br><br>In this reality, Stark Tower is a high rise building towering over Manhattan located in 200 Park Avenue. Tony Stark maintains a New York residence there. The top ten floors are reportedly taken up with many technological research and development. The entire building is powered by an arc reactor and its electronic systems are maintained by J.A.R.V.I.S. Despite Stark's vision of the pinnacle of modern architecture no potential tenant wanted to hire office space within the gleaming edifice. The Tower is comprised of some of the most advanced technology in the world and is built with the nigh indestructible materials. Every wall both interior and exterior is made of Vibranium reinforced concrete, the windows too are virtually indestructible. Aside from lavish living quarters the Tower has technical labs, medical labs, an armory, state-of-the-art gym, Iron Man's 'Hall of Armor'. <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/17n9e6wuly6k1jpg/k-bigpic.jpg)<br><br>The Lounge is on the top floor of the tower. Where Tony entertains his guests. Complete with its own lavish bar, a plasma tv and full recreational toys. Tony also has a small work station, after all he likes to mix business with pleasure
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 03:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone.<br><br><hr> <br><br>The Elevator Doors pinged open on the top floor of the Lounge area of Stark Tower, out stepped the Russian beauty Natasha Romanov. Dressed in a gorgeous black number which highlighted her womanly curves to perfection. She had a matching purse tucked under her right arm and a bottle of expensive French Champaign in her right hand. It was New Years Eve and the Avengers were celebrating, it was nice to have a day off from Hydra, The Masters of Evil and every other madman who was Hellbent on taking over the planet. <br>Usually she was on a mission during the American Holiday "Season" but with her resignation from S.H.E.I.L.D to be a full time Avenger Nat was finding she had free time on her hands for the first time in her life and she was surprisingly enjoying it. Bought herself a little two bedroom apartment in Grenache Village and was finding time to do the little things in life like take Art classes, go to the Theatre and the Cinema, hang out with her team-mates during down time and generally relax. <br><br>She had spent a lot of time recently with Bruce Banner helping him find his inner peace through Yoga and other medative arts. He was bold enough to stay stateside these days and as such needed some support from his fellow Avengers. Helpnig him deal with his darker nature was helping her come to terms with her own. She saw Clint all the time and hung out with Janet for what the Wasp called "Girlie Time."<br><br>Widow stepped out to see that no one else was here but Tony had put on some ACDC playing in the background to welcome his guests. The Penthouse looked decked out and it was clear the playboy was ready for a party with a capital P. Natasha smiled and headed towards the bar area and placed her *Gift* on the counter and then went about getting herself an ice cold beer from the mini fridge and opening it. It was going to be interesting to see who was going to turn up tonight, so many Avengers these days they were practically handing out Memberships on the streets. But it was a good thing, they were Earths Protectors and it was no Small task, Avengers had died in the call of duty and the more members they had the better equipped they were for whatever lay ahead. It had been quiet lately and that didn't mean everything was clear sailing, Natasha was defiantly as cynical as you could get. Part of been a red blooded Russian she figured.<br><br>Nat heard the Elevator open to see another Avenger step out and she greeted them with a warm smile as she walked on over. "Welcome to Mr Starks Winter Wonderland!"She joked in a carefree way which normally wasn't associated with the Russian spy. <br><br>(https://33.media.tumblr.com/6eef92e0a88ca98aa93abd17577a94c5/tumblr_neg46kVcYP1trbf6yo3_500.jpg) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garuss Vakarian</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 10:19:36</strong>
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				Name: Steve Rogers<br>Location: New York City<br>Wherabouts: Parking lot, Star Tower. Lounge.<br>Wearing: Leather Jacket, boot's, black shirt and blue jeans.<br>Tagging: Natasha<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://yahoo.tw.weibo.com/bmiddle/697b3ffbgw1ehc61rz4iyj21kw11xgvg.jpg)</div> The engine roar's, as the motorcycle came to a slow halt, within the parking lot of Stark Tower. The enging crack's, and purr's, before coming to sudden silence. Steve kick's over the stand, leaning his bike to one side, yet still sit's upon it. He takes a deep breath, looking over at the busy street. Turning his head, to see the buildings all around. And.... A sigh escaped his lip's. Reaching for his head, he run's his hand through his short hair. Trying to keep himself from reminiscing on old days. He found himself imagining the old buildings of New York. Looking to the road, all he can think of was how rare it was to even own a car back in his time. And, that's where he stopped. The words that came to his mind, his time, was a scary thought. It reminded him the past is gone, it reminds him what he missed, and clouds him from the here and now. Though, as much as he may try, not a day goes by that doesn't remind him of his days growing up. Or his days fighting in World War II. Back in a time where the american dream was still young, and one understood what it truly meant to be a patriot.<br><br><br>Standing up from his bike, he reaches for the saddle bag. Reaching in, he pull's out a holster and a gun. With his chosen mode of transportation he couldn't exactly lug a shield around, and Nck was not liable to let Cap walk around with a shield made of a hyper advanced alloy like Vibranium. So the HellaCarrier it is to stay. For the time being at least. so the good ol'soldier's side arm was a good substitute for his signature weapon. Why he even felt the need to be armed was perplexing, but it must have something to do with how bad things seem to constantly happen around him and his team.<br><br>While walking towards the door's entering the front lobby, he strapped the holster to the harness hidden within his leather Jacket. A few men and women pass him by, as he made his way to the elevators. More then likely employee's, finishing up before heading to wherever they chose to spend their new years evening. As for Steve, he was to spend it with familiar company. His.... Only company to speak of any way. The Avengers. As the elevator began to rise, he felt a small jolt go up his spine. Followed by sudden weightlessness and sudden grounding just as fast. He gave a small snicker, he remembered The first elevator he had been on. It secretly terrified him. He never showed it, but deep down all that came to mind was simple. He was in a metal box, suspended hundreds of feet in the air. Brought down or up after a sudden jolt. The very concept was incomprehensible to him, let alone possible. <br><br>As the door dinged, and slid open. He was greeted by an all to familiar, and quite pretty face. <strong> "Nat, hi!"</strong> He said, walking straight out of the elevator and into her arms. He gave her a long, warm hug. A warm welcome for a friend that finally can be free from lies and espionage, while still helping the world. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Welcome, i'm glad your now officially an avenger."</span> He whispered into her ear, before pulling back, his hands resting against her arms. <strong>"Well now, I wouldn't exactly call this place a wonderland. Unless we turn off the lights and run a black light around, then it's something strange."</strong> He then took a step back, his hands slowly sliding down her arms and back to his sides. Reaching for his jacket pocket's, he began to look around, and so came a rather golden question. <strong>"Well, late as ever it seems.... "</strong> He said. Obviously mentioning Tony. And, as he spoke, the song ended. Moving to it's next track.<br><br>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4EFddbHkRo
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 16:39:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving at the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Per picture below<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone<br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.lepeza.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Kelly-Brook.jpg)</div>As the elevator doors open.&nbsp; Having stopped at the level in which the private lounge of Tony Stark's sits.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The tall curvy beauty paused momentarily within the confines of the elevator boxcar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her heighten senses taking in the sounds of the others as she listen to see who is already here.&nbsp; &nbsp;She detect the swish of ice in a glass.&nbsp; The gulp of a drink being swallowed.&nbsp; &nbsp; After the moment pause, the dark hair bombshell would step out of the elevator.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The woman is more commonly known as Spider-woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looks no older then in her early twenties.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dressed in a killer revealing dress.&nbsp; &nbsp; That shows she wore no bra.&nbsp; &nbsp;An if she had on any panties it be a g-string.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With stylized matching stiletto heels.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The door closes behind her to the elevator box car.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she now takes in who is here with her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Why is Jessica Drew dress to kill, well a bit of rewind it is new years eve and she and the others of&nbsp; the group known as the Avengers are throwing a new years eve bash.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course there is always the pheromones that she produces that effect others.&nbsp; &nbsp;Attracting men ad alienating women.&nbsp; &nbsp;She of course had sprayed herself down with her special perfume.&nbsp; &nbsp; To dampen this effect.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Her comrades,&nbsp; teammates would notice a difference about Jessica this evening, besides looking her sexy self.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has gone back to her natural hair color.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It would seem she is early as Jessica espies Natasha greeting Steve.&nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha already has a beer in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;How things have changed over the years.&nbsp; &nbsp;This&nbsp; pops into her head as she hears the greeting banter between Natasha and Steve.&nbsp; &nbsp;An&nbsp; Steve's response about a black light living things up for the new years party.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Taking that cue,&nbsp; Jessica would interject as she approached with the soft click of her stiletto heels.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"A black light Steve, a fan of the 70's there?&nbsp; &nbsp;I say bring in Frank Sinatra or Bing Cosby.&nbsp; Or better yet Benny Goodman and his big band.&nbsp; &nbsp;So we can put a fire to the party with some jitter bug moves.&nbsp; &nbsp;Good evening Natasha you look lovely tonight."<br><br>Alright sure she was dressed in a modern dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;But like Steve, she had been frozen for decades.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sure she been a kid during the big war while he been a hero.&nbsp; &nbsp;But still she grew up listening to those she named and wanting to do the jitter bug in which she had practice with friends as a kid in make believe play that they were adults.&nbsp; &nbsp;She offer the two a bright engaging smile.&nbsp; Sure some things nostalgic was fun to remember,&nbsp; but the advances for women in equality could not be beaten.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still it is always nice to feel like a lady in front of a gentlemen.&nbsp; &nbsp;An that is what Steve was,&nbsp; a throwback to an era when men were gentlemen.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>08-01-2015, 21:17:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Logan wasn't the most ardent lover of confined spaces. Elevators were better than planes, but they were still pretty bad. At least this one moved without stopping. The Stark tower had a lot of elevators, which meant that anyone that wanted to go up or down could get their own freakin' ride, and not bother him on his way up to the lounge. He didn't know why was going there. He was bored. The Avengers didn't have much to do during New Years. Seemed like villains had taken the Holidays off.<br><br>Kudos to them. Logan took a long drag of his cigar and puffed the smoke out at the 'No Smoking' sign inside the elevator. Because fuck Stark and his elevator rules.<br><br>The sound of another elevator rising just above the one that he was riding could be plainly hear. It was all but rattling up there. The scent, as well as the perfume and pheromone-heavy cloud that accompanied reminded him of only one person. Unless Steve was going through some hormone changes, it was definitely Jessica Drew. Spider-Woman. One of them, anyways.<br><br>His elevator dinged, a sound which made him wince. It was like nails on a chalkboard to his sensitive hearing. Scent and voices told him that besides Jessica, Steve and Natasha had already arrived. Were they bored too? Great, they would all be bored together. The Avengers had ways of turning a boring evening into a fun, action-packed... month or so.<br><br>Without greeting the bunch, Logan moved over to the bar. Natasha had settled for a Beer, and the other two weren't drinking, so he settled for a bottle of scotch. With sleek unsheathing of a single claw, he decapitated, and therefore opened the bottle, and, pulling his cigar from his mouth, took a long swing," Whachu-all doing tonight?" He growled at them, despositing his unconventionally heavy body on a neaby couch, propping his feet up on a coffee table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garuss Vakarian</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 01:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://danileathers.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/Chris-Evans-The-Avengers-Steve-Rogers-Jacket.png)</div> Name: Steve Rogers<br>Location: New York City<br>Wherabouts: Parking lot, Star Tower. Lounge.<br>Wearing: Leather Jacket, boot's, black shirt and blue jeans.<br>Tagging: Natasha, Jessica, Logan.<br><br>Before he knew it, more were coming to the party already. One would assume they were all so used to Tony's tardiness that they would chose not to come so early or on time. But, it seemed none learned that lesson.&nbsp; Turning, he can see that the clicking heel's was a rather revealing Spider Women. With a smile, and a small uncomfortable cough, he speaks. <strong>"Well, for one ive missed quite a bit over the last generation. Black lights are rather pretty when you make a room glow, but I was&nbsp; mainly joking and hinting towards their alternative purpose. You know, make a shine on some explosive residues for all the times people try to kill Stark. Or how about his everyday partying? Id bet if we used a black light to show that horror show, we wouldn't want to look at his furniture the same way again. ha ha.... I do like your choice in music though, that would be an improvement. Dont get me wrong, Rock'n'roll is good in it's own right. But, im a man anchored to the past, what more can I say?"</strong> He gave a small, uncomfortable laugh. He knew women in this century dressed so, risky. But, it was still always a shock to see. He had the urge to give her a comment on decency, or tell her it's safer to have a proper ladies attire. Especially since they both had come from pretty much the same time. But he fought it, seeing as though he couldn't honestly argue with the appeal. Nor, was she some young girl in need of relationship advice. Natasha, on the other hand looked quite beautiful as well. And Jessica was right to compliment the russian beauty. Her black dress hugging her curve's in as much an appealing way as how Jessica's dress was revealing. Both women knowing their strengths, and just how to make a boy scout like Steve a bit tight in the collar so to speak. <br><br><br>Soon the elevator Dinged once more and Steve turned to greet the next guest to Tony's little party. <strong>"Hey Log....an...."</strong> He said, as the man entered the lounge. He walked right past them, quite disrespectfully so. But, Steve simply let it go. After all, Logan may not remember much of his past, but Steve remembers the Canadian paratrooper Jim Howlet all to well. And, as a man that Steve bled with in the past and the present, Steve respected Logan. Even then, Logan has done enough to earn his respect with almost any one. Even if the respect he wants, is as frustrating to others as 'respectfully leave me the fuck alone.'<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 01:29:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain America, Spider Woman and Wolverine<br><br><hr> <br><br>Natasha was pleased to see Steve was the first to join her and they hugged warmly, he kindly said he was pleased she was a full time Avenger. Her double life as an agent for Fury often had come into conflict with her work as one of Earths Mightiest. He noted Stark was absent and the decorations were rather something, Nat wondered if Tony was still with Pepper. She liked what Miss Potts brought out in him but she knew all too well what this *life* could do to a relationship. "Tony dosent really do suttle, its not a word he acquaints with."&nbsp; Soon they were joined by Jessica Drew aka Spider Woman and she complimented Nats dress and she did the same. Jessica had a killer body and she knew how to show it off in that sexy little pink number. "Youre very lucky, I carnt pull off pink." Natasha told her with a warm smile as she noticed another fourth Avenger had joined them. <br><br>Logan. The Wolverine. <br><br>More an X-man then an Avenger? Yet he was one of their toughest current members and no would could argue what a badass he was. The Widow gestured lover the bar to Steve and Jessica to help themselves as she moved towards Logan sipping at her bear. Both he and her went way back and whenever she was around him she got a feeling of nostalgia. The Canadian seemed pissed off about something but the Widows playful side run out and she gently ruffled his hair from the back before moving around to sit with him. "No other X-men could make it?" She asked him as she took a seat next to the mutant powerhouse. "What about Beast? He loves these hero functions." She said commenting on former Avenger and X-man Hank McCoy, infact if she had put money on it Hank would have turned up tonight and Logan would have stayed in. Funny, even to her people kept surprising her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 07:03:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Penthouse in the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A pink open back, deep plunging v that flashes her belly button in front. Left side rides high and open showing leg while the right side trails long like a tail.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress is finished off with a match set of stiletto high heels.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, so far Natasha, Steve and Logan<br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br>Jessica smiles to the responses of the two as she approaches Steve and Natasha.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"Why thank you Natasha.&nbsp; Yes black lights are pretty cool.&nbsp; &nbsp;I had a taste of such through with Haight-Ashbury movement the summer of love in 1967 San Fransisco.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You had such bands as the Who, Grateful Dead, the Animals, Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Otis Redding, The Byrds, and Big Brother and the Holding Company featuring Janis Joplin.&nbsp; Talk about being awkward.&nbsp; &nbsp;I was newly unfrozen, just thinking about taking on the persona of being Spider-Woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;To suddenly be in a counter cultural revolution where&nbsp; girls ran around bare with their breasts exposed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pot, acid, mushrooms, hemp you name it was all there and the free love.&nbsp; &nbsp;Talk about a shock." <br><br>A pause as Logan comes in and heads straight to the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;She let the others greet Logan first then would also greet him and continue her reminiscence about San Fransisco in the early days of coming out of the freeze.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course it is not hard to envision Jessica part of the free love during that time.&nbsp; &nbsp;Heck she might had been responsible for most of it with her pheromones if one thought about it.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"You been around a while Logan,&nbsp; &nbsp;you don't age as quick either.&nbsp; &nbsp; Did you partake in the free love scene and all that&nbsp; counter cultural revolution?&nbsp; Like be at Haight-Ashbury or even make it to Woodstock in 69?"<br><br>She start to head over to the bar to get herself a drink.&nbsp; Its new years eve.&nbsp; Time to have fun,&nbsp; and then decide which one she wanted to kiss her at midnight to bring in the new year.&nbsp; &nbsp; So far it was just Logan and Steve,&nbsp; but others would be coming in soon and the party would be picking up.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 07:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Infinitely+Polar+Bear+Portraits+2014+Sundance+Gmu1BcG9xCBl.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bruce Banner<br><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Steve, Natasha, Jessica, Logan<br><hr><br>Finally he had a night off. As an Avenger and one of the top ranked SHIELD scientists(even though he as basically a contractor), Bruce felt like he'd been running nonstop for months. In truth he'd been pushing himself even harder, but ironically "hulking" out helped him. It let him vent his frustrations, and that nifty healing factor of his always left him fresh and invigorated, if a little uncomfortable...but since he made a suit that changed with him and he wasn't practically naked when he became human again, that had become better too.<br><br>&nbsp;His body felt better at least. His mind was always going a million miles per hour. Thinking of the next invention, trying to solve a mystery of the universe. He couldn't turn it off sometimes. Well tonight was a night to celebrate and finally turn his brain off...maybe by downing a few bottles of Disaronno. New Years Eve. Time for resolutions and good tidings. Party time. Stopping in front of his mirror, he took one last look at himself. He was dressed nice, but casually. A dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a vest; slacks and nice shoes. <br><br>People found out quickly that Bruce Banner wasn't a suit and tie kind of guy. "Well, no time like the present to keep working on getting over those social anxieties of mine," he chuckled as he slapped himself a few times on the cheeks. "It's just a party, Bruce. Nothing big." As ready as he'd ever be, he sent a mental command to his teleporter and in a small warping of space, he was at the party surrounded by the others. "May auld acquaintance be forgot, hmmm hmmm hmmm. Evening ladies, gentleman...Logan." A bit of humor to start the night off right. "Whose ready to party like it's 1999? Jeez remember when that was a thing? And I just did it. This is <em>not</em> the way to start the new year off right," he grinned softly at the others before shaking his head and heading to the bar. Drinks solved everything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 16:53:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Jessica Drew, Steve Rogers, Open<br><hr>A gentle nod and a salute consiting of taking the cigar out his mouth and raising it in Steve's general direction was the effort that Logan put into greeting Steve. Rogers was a good guy. Honest and loyal, almost to a fault on both counts, He was a sharp thinker and a damn good fighter, putting Logan on his back a handful of times when they decided to spar together. Sure, Logan didn't really appreciate the whole patriotism thing, and Rogers was a bit too much of a boy scout, in his honest opinion, but he earned the right to be whatever he wanted to be. Besides, he was Canadian.<br><br>Taking a long drag from his cigar, before placing it in a crystal to his left and took another long and hearty swing from his bottle, he turned to Natasha," Ah... nah, Summers is holding a big New Years party at the School. Ororo invited me, but since it's a school party, there's no smoking and," He raised his bottle," Definitely no alcohol. But if I know Beast, he'll be turning up here once he's finished appearing at Scott's party," He tipped the bottle back again. Not a single buzz yet. Damn.<br><br>He turned around halfway in his seat when Jessica asked him a question. Damn, wasn't everyone chatty tonight. Except Steve. Good on you, Steve," I uh..." he cleared his throat to give himself time to remember. In truth, that time in his life was a little fuzzy in the memory department," I was in Vietnam in 69. Trudging through rice paddies and going on black ops. I don't think I got back to the States until the 80s. That was a weird era," He said, more to himself than anyone else.<br><br>And then Banner showed up. The other 'animal' of the Avengers, although, granted, he had been here first. Whenever the two got together they usually ended up butting heads, literally more often than not. Pitting the two of them against each other was the incarnation of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Two indestructable fellows having it out. Good times.<br><br>He showed a middle finger at Banner before returning to his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 15:22:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Susan Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> Lounge.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See post.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br>"You can't 'weaponize' finance and not expect--"<br><br>Josh's laughter cut in, bitter and barking. "Waitwaitwait. You can't possibly think the 'weaponization' of financial markets is going to bring the former Soviet Union crashing down."<br><br>After a pause long enough to take another hit off the joint, Avaline met Josh's incredulous laughter with a snicker of her own. "And you can't tell me that the Soviet markets AREN'T going to feel their currency crisis, or, HEY, HOW ABOUT A PLUMMETING GAS COST!"<br><br>It was Don Kueller, the second highest rated primetime news anchor on television, and the man who'd invited Sue to such a New Years shindig, who arrived at Sue's elbow with a chuckle on his lips and the smoking joint in his hand. He took another long drag off it, before Susan outright stole it from his fingertips--not to put it out, but to take her long, long, drag off the joint. <br><br>"Can't believe I'm smoking a joint with an Avenger."<br><br>Don's voice a whisper, like he was afraid everyone else at the party--some nearly a hundred folks, all staffers of Don's 9PM show--would hear him. "I can't believe I'm smoking a joint around all these journalists." Her own pink lips smirked as big, bright, blue eyes snuck a peek at the news anchor from over her shoulder, before finally deciding on a song to select on the large television currently being used as the party's jukebox: Miike Snow's "A Song For No One."<br><br>Sue found it fitting, considering.<br><br>Don's lips had become a wry, near sardonic, grin. "It's not like any of us are <em>really</em> journalists..." Don liked to joke he was no 'real' newsman because he had to worry about ad-buys and ratings and focus groups. The look Susan Storm's blue eyes gave the news man she respected more than nearly other, said all that needed to be said about her disagreements. Don's hands rose innocently into the air, palms out, as Susan took yet another long hit from the joint and turned her body just-so to give Don the full effect of her 'look.' "Okay, okay, we're journalists."<br><br>"OH PLEASE!!"<br><br>Susan actually winced as the yell washed over the room. As Josh's yell, the head strong and entirely too smart for his own good Senior Producer, caught them unprepared. Or, rather, caught Susan by surprise. Everyone else, Don included, seemed used to Josh by now. The sudden rise in volumn had surprised her, but not when Josh and Avaline turned to someone to referee their little debate. <br><br>"Miss Storm."<br><br>Sue had just handed the joint back to Don when Josh addressed her from across the room. Just in time for Susan to cough, violently, from the smoke coming out of her high glossed lips and nostrils. <br><br>"She wasn't smoking, I was." Don spoke up, trying to deny the obvious--because everyone hadn't just seen Susan smoking. Judging from the smirks on everyone's faces, including Josh and Avaline's, it was pretty clear Don's denial was more bad joke than something to be taken seriously. Especially for a kid with more combat experience than most Army soldiers, not to mention a Princeton education, like Josh. Or Avaline, a girl who at nearly the same age as Susan had covered two wars and graduated from Smith College and Harvard Journalism school. <br><br>"Miss Storm," Josh, still trying to stiffle a laugh, returned to the point in question.<br><br>Just as Susan was elbowing Don to hurry up with the joint, before it went out. "Yes, Josh?"<br><br>"What would YOU say is the biggest threat facing the world in 2015?"<br><br>Her immediate response was non-verbal: those big blue eyes snapped up from the joint being handed back to her, to Josh's eyes. Then Avaline's eyes. Susan knew what had started their 'debate'--the Eurasia Group's 'Top Risks for 2015'--she hadn't read it yet, herself, but she was well aware of all the issues listed there. But Don wasn't done being funny. <br><br>"What are you asking her for? She's just an actress." Then Don turned to face Sue, his voice dropping to something more appropriate to the foot separating them. "I thought you were WONDERFUL in that episode of Game of Thrones, by the way. Breaking Bad didn't know how to use you, that episode was NOT your fault--"<br><br>Susan simply did her best not to laugh, looking away from Don--maybe ignoring him--to answer not just Josh and Avaline, but the entire room of young media staffers that wanted to know what the Invisible Woman thought was 2015's biggest threat. It wasn't hard to swallow her laugh, when she got to thinking about it for all of a half-second...and all the dangers of the past came flooding into her mind. <br><br><em>Baroness Von Doom?</em><br><br>"In my experience, Josh, Avaline...the biggest threat to 2015, the Eurasia Group with it's think tank won't see coming. All of you, the broadcast media, journalists of all sorts...you won't see it coming. And what'll really put a scare into you this New Year's Eve?...we superheroes probably won't see it coming, either."<br><br>"But you'll totally be there to beat up whatever tries to steal the Earth's lunch money, right?"<br><br>Don was acting so silly, Susan turned back to him, and had to smile. "Don, sweetheart, go roll us another joint...before I hurt you."<br><br>Did he? Maybe Don meant to. But he was too intoxicated by the time Susan found him again, in just one of many rooms to his Manhattan penthouse flat. This time she found him not with a joint in his hands, but with a guitar in his hands, and a small crowd surrounding he and another young staffer who'd grabbed a guitar for the impromtu jam session. <br><br>Better yet? Susan knew the song, sliding inbetween the crowd to appear next to and just behind Don Kueller, her hand leaning on his shoulder at the very moment she joined his voice and a few others in song, "...I want to walk through the empty streets, feel something constant under my feet. But all the news reports recommend I stay indoors."<br><br>There were a few loud hoots and hollars at the mention of 'news reports' in this rowdy crowd of cable news journalists. Much as it made Susan laugh, she was able to stick with Don's voice as they sang the next part in duet: "Because the air outside'll make our cells divide at an alarming rate until our shells can no longer hold our insides in--and that's when we'll explode, and it won't be a pretty sight!"<br><br>Don and the junior staffer launched into accoustic guitar solos. Sue stole a quick kiss of the cheek from Don, her way of saying farewell without breaking the rhythme of his solo. Susan was now a little bit late to her 'other party', but considering Stark Tower was only a few blocks down the street from Don's building, she wouldn't even need to take a taxi. She even left not through the front door, but Don's balcony--waving to a few party goers and saying goodbye before literally launching from her feet, and disappearing quickly into the cold Manhattan night sky. <br><br>Her high heeled blue boots touched down just outside Stark's lounge, the blue leggings she wore with the light pink tank top and blue leather jacket, pink bangles and large pink hoop earrings, might have announced her presence--had she not arrived in stealth, inisible to everyone but the big nose inside. It was that 'big nose' in which Susan 'appeared' seated besides, scotch glass already in her hand as she took the bottle of scotch, appraising the sliced open bottle gingerly in her hand.<br><br>"Highland Park. 18 years, single malt...very nice." A quick pour, without any need for ice, and Susan placed the bottle on the very table Logan had settled his feet. Susan curled her feet underneath her body as she sat on the couch, sipping on her new glass of single malt Scotch. Before Logan could say much of anything in retort, Susan smiled at him. Her head lifting upward just-so, a quick 'what's up.' "Hey, bub. It's cold out there tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 23:13:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark<br><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> Private Office<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tuxedo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone bold enough to barge in on the host...<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg.html)<br><br><em>Sometimes it was hard being a genius billionaire playboy philantropist!</em><br><em>Who was he kidding?</em><br><em>It was... AWESOME!</em><br><strong>"Awesome indeed!"</strong> Tony Stark exclaimed.<br><strong>"Sir?"</strong> came the low sophisticated voice of J.A.R.V.I.S., the A.I. that aided Tony Stark in so many things.<br><strong>"Nothing. Nothing... just thinking out loud" </strong>Tony said. He was seated dressed in a fine suit behind his desk, his fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard.<br>Even now as the guests poured in, Tony couldn't help but put some input in the computer. He was working on his next piece of hardware and as much as Tony loved drink and beautiful company...<br>His gaze moved to the side where several screens showed his 'guests'. Susan Storm, Natasha Romanov and Jessica Drew definitely caught his eye.<br>He whistled. <strong>"Glad Pepper isn't down there. She'd be fuming with jealousy... and break my legs à posteriori!"</strong> he exclaimed amused.<br>He tore his gaze away from the screens and back to the computer where a schematic was slowly taking form. <br><strong>"Drinks, women and a brilliant idea for Iron Man Mark... what version are we at now J.A.R.V.I.S.?"</strong> he asked casually while typing.<br><strong>"32 sir. 39 if I take into account the casual +10% upgrades sir"</strong> J.A.R.V.I.S. said, calm and composed as ever. <br><strong>"Right... right. Let's go with 40. Sounds more impressive. Mark 40..." </strong>he frowned and rubbed his goatee. <strong>"Actually that doesn't sounds awesome at all. Makes me sound like a workaholic."</strong><br><strong>"According to Miss Pots and Mister Rhodes you are..."</strong> but Stark interrupted him <strong>"Nevermind that. They just can't keep up with genius. And the fact I sometimes lock myself up 24/7... for a month. Hey did Da Vinci ever get bothered? I don't think so! A brain like mine needs moments of solitude. The scent of oil. The flicker of circuitry and..."</strong> he took the nearby Champagne bottle<strong> "Dom Pérignon 2004!!?"</strong> he grinned <strong>"Yes genius clearly needs <em>'un peu de culture, un peu de qualité'</em>"</strong> he said as he grinned boyishly.<br>He opened the bottle with a <em>'plop' </em>and poured himself a glass.<br><strong>"J.A.R.V.I.S.?"</strong> he asked.<br><strong>"Sir?"</strong> came the immediate response.<br><strong>"A good and productive 2015 to you old friend!"</strong><br><strong>"Thank you sir. The same to you. Preferably with a less angry Miss Pots and even less lifethreatening injuries for you. I do so get tired from executing your extraction protocols or initiating the activation of your trump card of the day..."</strong><br><strong>"..."</strong> Stark was silent a moment.<br><strong>"Did you... just make a joke?"</strong> he asked.<br><strong>"I suppose I did sir. Was I in error?"</strong> J.A.R.V.I.S. responded.<br><strong>"Oh no no no!!!"</strong> Stark sipped his drink while making a casual handwave with his free hand<strong> "Da Vinci eat your heart out..."</strong> he grinned, pleased with just how far his genius reached if his A.I. was starting to learn 'humour'.<br>He glanced at the screen.<br><strong>"Sir? Perhaps... you should join your guests? I'll run a data analysis on what you have yet. I doubt we'll need the Mark 33... or 40? Anytime soon."</strong> J.A.R.V.I.S. said.<br><strong>"Quite. And yes let's go with 33. WHen we get to 40 I'll find an excuse to skip it. I don't like 40. 40 is an age that is approaching far too fast."</strong><br><strong>"You mature like a fine wine sir."</strong><br><strong>"Yes... naturally."</strong> he rose up an eyebrow and looked at his glass then at the ceiling as if he 'watched J.A.R.V.I.S.' <strong>"Also you're starting to sound like Pepper when she's placating me".</strong><br><strong>"Well..."</strong> the A.I. began to speak.<br>Stark waved his finger <strong>"Let's leave it at that shall we? So... suit okay?"</strong> he put down the glass and stretched his arms.<br><strong>"Dashing and handsome are the words Miss Pots uses. In my humble opinion. They would be right on the mark".</strong><br><strong>"Thanks J.A.R.V.I.S. at least I know I can always count on you"</strong><br><strong>"Always sir"</strong><br>A small drone flew in to pick up the trash can.<br>The small white thing had blue optics and beeped gently as it passed by, carring the black container. It would return a few minutes later.<br>Stark straightened his cravate. He ran a hand through is hair and then glanced at the screen tempted to linger and work on it more. But then his gaze returned to the vidfeed. And well... the guests were certainly appealing to the eye.<br>Well the female guests.<br>Captain America looked adorably 'lost' in time. Which was pretty much the case.<br>Logan looked grumpy and annoyed. <em>No change there!</em><br>And good old Bruce... well... <br><strong>"Need to have a talk with my him. Man needs to develop some... <em>'savoir vivre'. Only person down there I can have a discussion with that's on a level of intellect i can respect and he goes through life like a sulking puppy</em>"</strong><br><strong>"The fact he can become the Hulk might have something to do with it sir"</strong><br><strong>"Clearly you haven't only developped Pepper's charm but also Rhodes' talent for stating the obvious"</strong><br><strong>"Thank you sir"</strong><br><strong>"...remind me to finetune you some more during your next system's check..."</strong> Stark said.<br><strong>"Yes sir"</strong><br>Stark finished his drink. <strong>"Have it put in the fridge" </strong>instantly a little drone floated in to pick up the bottle and carry it off to his lab.<br>Reluctantly he deactivated the computer.<br>He straightened his jacket.<br><strong>"Odd..."</strong><br><strong>"Sir?"</strong><br><strong>"I'm strangely nervous..."</strong><br><strong>"About the guests?"</strong><br><strong>"No." </strong>he looked out at the cityscape that towered beneath Stark Tower. <strong>"Something else. Something more elusive." </strong>he smiled lightly. <strong>"Next year. It will be interesting. I just know it".</strong><br>His playboy smile faded and his expression became grim.<br><em>'Interesting indeed...'</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 05:15:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk and Invisible Woman<br><br><hr> <br><br>Logan explained how the X-men were having a tamed party back at the School, but given it was a School meant that no booze was allowed. She then looked up to see Bruce Banner join the group and she got up and motioned towards the Doctor who seemed to be doing...well. She wondered if he was still keeping up with his yoga and healthy diet and everything that he could do to keep himself stress free. The Red haired beauty motioned towards him, he joked with the Wolverine which got him the middle finger as a response and Banner didn't seem to bat an eyelid. "Bruce." She simply said with a hug towards him as he seemed to take stock of the room and everyone in it. In that moment she realised each of them had trust issues and&nbsp; maybe that's why they functioned so well as a team. Steve was the man out of time who had been manipulated before (Mainly by Nick Fury to serve his own agenda), Logan had been used as a lab rat and turned into a living weapon, Jessica had a similar upbringing to Nats in the way they had been used and forced to do horrible things in the service of mad men. Men who were determined to shape the world in their own twisted image. Then you had Bruce, who had been on the run ever since the accident that turned him into the Hulk, former friends and colleagues turning on him at a moments notice.<br><br>Soon another entered the room but she had used stealth and appeared next to the Wolverine, Susan Storm aka the Invisible Woman. With a bottle of Highland Park in one hand and a fresh glass in the other. Nat must be getting old, she figured she would have sensed even someone as stealthy as Sue Storm enter the room. However the limits to Susan's powers were clearly off the scale. The red head looked back towards Bruce . "Can you drink?" she asked him in almost childlike wonder, to say they were all walking on egg shells around him at times was a bit of a understatement but it was never the less true. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 05:50:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Hyperion_4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Milton/ Hyperion <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Savage Land to Manhattan, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> The lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black combat boots, blue jeans, black silk shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Widow, Captain America, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Spider Woman and Wolverine<br><hr><br>He really didn't want to leave at the moment.... Marcus stood in the Savage Lands and watched his children as they were over the date line, and had already watched the new year come in once. He had been invited to Stark Tower to celebrate so he would be flying back across the date line to celebrate again. Hyperion was actually the newest member of the Avengers if one kept track and besides the battles he had not really got to know them. The clothing he was going to wear was in a bag at his side, but was still dressed in his uniform as the flight over would tear up the others. Bidding the Children of the Sun farewell he lifts up into the air and flies towards New York...<br><br>Minutes later he arrived in New York and saw the rising sight of Stark Tower and he actually chuckles to himself. The place was really hard to miss to tell the truth... Then again Marcus found Stark to be one that had to be seen all the time. Landing he finds a place to change into the clothing that he had brought and then places his uniform into that same bag. Hyperion wanted the uniform close by in case of an emergency, which could happen at any time. Walking the streets heading towards his destination he watches the people of New York moving about, most heading to parties of their own. He smiles as he listens to their laughter and some of the resolutions that are already being made. Then there he was standing at the doors of the tower. Marcus pauses a moment again wanting to be back with his children... He liked to think they needed him more, but with the way the Children of the Sun lived they really didn't.<br><br>A small sigh escaped his lips as he moved through the doors and headed toward the elevators. The ride up was uneventful, but his mind was still moving with random thoughts. This was of his father back on his old world and wondering what he would have thought of Marcus's actions. The doors opened and Hyperion moved into the party looking over his teammates. It was quite different then battle situations.... His eyes falls on Logan and adds an almost to the last sentence... It seemed that almost everyone had a drink in hand and Tony didn't seem to be here yet. Moving around the room to stand by Steve, "Good evening... Been quiet lately..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 20:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Jessica Drew, Steve Rogers, Open<br><hr>He could smell her coming from a mile away. From her scent, and the sound of her soft footsteps that few but him could hear, he could tell that she was close by. The Invisible Woman. Reed would have agreed that Susan Storm was an appropriate name for her, although he refused to take any sort of official stand on the matter. What happened between Storm and Richards stayed between Storm and Richards, and was best kept that way. Logan was no fan of idle gossip. Unless he was far drunker than he had any right to be.<br><br>Speaking of, his eyebrow shot up when the bottle that he had been nursing was invisibly taken from his fingers. The other eyebrow dropped like an anchor over his mildly annoyed eyes when she appeared, and he turned his formidable glare at her. She appraised the bottle that he had picked out at random," I didn't notice," He growled, watching her pour herself a glass and placing the topless bottle on the table. Pulling his feet from said table, he grabbed the bottle again, grumbling something about if you took something, you put it back where you found it, or some such, as most of it was covered by him taking another long sip from the bottle. The sliced glass pressed to his lips and cut it lightly. The coppery taste of blood touched the scotch in his mouth, but just for a moment as the wound sealed itself again.<br><br>It was barely a second, and Logan hadn't even flinched, pulling the bottle from his lips and looking at Susan," Bub is right. What happened to your news cast bash?" He was interrupted when Marcus entered the building, and room, greeted by another raised eyebrow over the bottle from Logan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 06:24:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Susan Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> Lounge.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> See post.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Logan<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br>"The guy with heightened senses can't notice good Scotch from great Scotch? 'Just random'?"<br><br>Long black brows perked over Susan's bright blue eyes; bright blue eyes that were alive with a bit of playfulness in that moment. An energy mirrored with the tiny grin hiding just under the surface of her strawberry glossed lips. It was a tease, but deep down, Susan could believe Logan just shrugged and grabbed at something. "I can see it. But consider the stock from which you're so randomly pulling from. The only thing that could surprise me about Tony Stark...is if he had a bottle of bad Scotch in the whole of Stark Tower."<br><br><em>And VERY little else about that man would surprise me.</em> Bless Pepper's heart. <br><br>After a lengthy sip of her own glass of Scotch, Sue went from reviewing the room with her eyes to looking at Logan's eyes. And smiling. "It was fun. Got to see an old friend. Got really high. Then flew acros part of Manhattan here for the low-key entrance. Now I'm sitting here next to you, happy that you're much warmer than the air outside. Also wondering about the food options. And if we're all about to be attacked by some guy in a helmet having a bad day...I don't know why they're always wearing helmets, but far too many do. You guys got Buckethead, right?"<br><br><em>You guys...as if my guys were still the Fantastic Four.</em> It was a strange feeling thought. One she quickly abandoned, and ignored.<br><br>'Buckethead'--that's what she'd heard one of the X-Men call Magneto. There could not have been a better name for him. Of that, Susan was utterly convinced. Ben turning Doom into 'Doctor Dope' was likewise glorious. It was hard to tell if Doom frowned at that, or if he just frowned at everything. The man was twisted, dark, and a creep atop it all. She knew. Soon enough Susan had yet another long sip, her glass running near dry. "So, uh, any more where that bottle came from?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>13-01-2015, 07:34:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Infinitely+Polar+Bear+Portraits+2014+Sundance+Gmu1BcG9xCBl.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bruce Banner<br><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Steve, Natasha, Jessica, Logan, Susan<br><hr><br>Logan's response to his joke had been rather tame. A few times he could recall the mutant challenging Hulk to a fight over a simple bit of ribbing. But then again he'd be a hypocrite if he held it against him as Hulk had come out over ice cream before. So he kept it light. "Just the middle finger, Logan? I thought you'd pop the claw. That's how I know you care," he said with a bit of a strained laugh. Not that he didn't think it was funny; laughing was still a process for him. <br><br>But he knew the Wolverine had his back when it counted, and that was all that really mattered."Hey, Natasha. Looking as beautiful as ever...or deadly. Hell why not both. You're looking very femme fatale-ish tonight, which trust me, is some of the best flattery material I've got." He smiled at the spy and returned the hug, not averse to human contact...especially with such a voluptuous woman.<br><br>&nbsp;He stepped back from the hug after an appropriate amount of time and contact; which was just in time for him to see Susan materialize out of thin air like she did so often. Honestly it didn't even surprise any of them anymore. He gave her a nod and a small wave before she turned to hang with Logan. Natasha turned to her too, then looked back at him and inquired as to whether he could handle alcohol. "Can I dr-? Can I drink? Oh yeah; yeeaaaah. All the stuff we've been workin' on. The yoga, the martial arts, eating better. It's all helped." <br><br>Leaning in close, he whispered quickly into her ear. "Weed helps too. Really mellows us out," he said as he meant both himself and his green counterpart."[/color] Coughing slightly in case the human animal heard him, he straightened up his posture. "And me and the big guy...well believe it or not we've been sort of getting along lately."<br><br>&nbsp;The smile on his face and the nervous rubbing of the back of his head were typical for him, but Natasha could pick up the tells. He was being honest. "I mean...he still calls me "Puny Banner" and likes to question everything I do. But we're not at each others throats now and when I Hulk out, I'm still sort of in control. It's kinda crazy, but amazing. So let's get wasted, huh? Or at least buzzed. I really need this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garuss Vakarian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 00:44:02</strong>
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				Name: Steve Rogers<br>Location: New York City<br>Wherabouts: Parking lot, Star Tower. Lounge.<br>Wearing: Leather Jacket, boot's, black shirt and blue jeans.<br>Tagging: Natasha, Jessica, Logan.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://danileathers.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/Chris-Evans-The-Avengers-Steve-Rogers-Jacket.png)</div> Rather quickly the lounge became filled with avengers. Bruce, Marcus, Sue. Steve had walked to the bar alongside Natasha and Jessica. But for the most part he stayed silent. Listening to his team interact, as he perused Tony's 'wares'. Everything seemed peaceful. Even Logan and Bruce played nice, which was great seeing as though they have a history of proving it's never good for a immovable object to meet an impenetrable wall. <strong>"Well if Tony doesnt have any plans for food here, we can always order a good'ol new york pizza."</strong> He said in response to Sue's question about food. <strong>"I know I wouldn't mind some pie."</strong> After a minute, he found something that appealed to the all american, with a wide grin he turned back towards the bar with a small bottle in hand. <strong>"Well, Tony's not here yet, im certain he wont mind us getting the party going."</strong> Steve said, as he pulled the cap from a bottle of fine whiskey. It seemed to be an expensive bottle. Good brand, ready to burn down ones gullet with that satisfying buzz. He started placing shot glasses along the bar. All in a row, and in easy access to each avenger. A glass for everyone, from Bruce, to Jessica and with it he filled each and every glass, just to the brim. <strong>"Im glad your all here. And, hopefully everyone can make it. For now, here's to a new year!"</strong> And with that, he downed his own shot. A satisfied grunt escaping his lip's as the liquid burned down, his hand putting the glass back down to the bar with a loud cling. <strong>"So, any one have any New years resolutions?"</strong> Something people tend not to remember. But, much like how thanksgiving asks you what your thankful for. New years tends to leave the question, of what you hope the years end will bring you, or what you hope it has brought you. A fair question indeed, especially from a such a sentimental guy like Cap. Ever the boy scout.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frostsider</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 12:41:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608044438983935252&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Clint Barton/ Haweye<br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suit and tie, dress shoes and slacks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone.<br>Clint stepped out slowly out of the elevator slowly. The young man looked around assessing his surroundings. Being around the others these days made Clint weary. Perhaps it was because the group as a whole was made of a bunch of super humans and a freakish green monster. Or&nbsp; perhaps it was because he and Natasha were no longer together as a few months back their short relationship ended abruptly and now she was getting close to other men. <br><br>Clint did not care as it was not his business but it did leave the situation to be well less than desirable. When he notices that everyone else has arrived Clint sighs. "Seems as though I am always late to the party. Sorry bout that. Was doing some recon yesterday and had to pick up my clothes earlier from the laundry mat. Seems though you guys are having fun." He said with a shrug before walking in and smiling as he was trying his best to be social. That was not easy these days as with all the things that had happened recently was changing him in ways Clint did not think could.<br><br>Clearly Clint as of late was not the talking type. He would look around the room once more and notice some new faces. So they brought in Logan and Jessica drew. Well that only meant their group was going to get a lot more bizarre. Not that Clint was bothered by it as it would help in case Banner lost control or some catastrophe came about this evening..which with this group was not that uncommon. Add in Susan Storm, and Hyperion and you got a serious party going here. Stark had indeed outdone himself. But that was his MO these days as he was the type to keep up appearances. Clint even enjoyed watching him do so for amusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 22:05:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark<br><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> The 'lounge' area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tuxedo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg.html)<br><br>Clint was quite right.<br><em>Appearances.</em><br>Oh Tony Stark did love appearances.<br>They hid insecurities, they maintained his old public image of playful billionaire.<br>But above all they hid the hero within from himself. It was odd, everyone loved being the 'hero'. And he liked the fame, the glory, the thrill but part of him hated it. Because despite all he had achieved something inside him ached and made him fear dissapointing the world, his father, his friends but above all himself.<br>But on a lower less abstract scale he just liked to <em>'perform'</em>. To his mind all was a game. A puzzle. Something to toy with, improve and discard to move onto something more stimulating.<br>Today was no different...<br><br>The music started suddenly. And out of nowhere came a small regiment of classy but attractive waitresses walked in. Each carried a rare and expensive dish and a handful of male waiters carried a specific bottle and a tray with glasses. Most people would never even <em>'see'</em> the quality food and drink on display now.<br>And just as all of them took up strategic positions for optimal service, the host strolled in almost 'casually'.<br>Clad in a fine suit, his goatee trimmed and well kept he was the perfect example of the textbook playboy. The way he walked, smiled and acted oozed confidence, bravado and a certain cockyness people would find both charming and annoying simultaneously. Because if there was one thing Stark enjoyed it was complexity. And he did not bother with people that didn't keep up.<br><br><strong>"Greetings my heroic friends, comrades, colleagues and..."</strong> he waved casually with his hand and grinned teasingly at Black Widow <strong>"Think I saw you somewhere too. Might have been an assasination attempt. Not that I'd blame you for it."</strong> he said <strong>"...I'd kill myself too".</strong><br>He stepped forward and moved to a more central location in the room. Moving his hands together he spoke with the calm tone of a performer <strong>"I do apologize for being late..."</strong> his eyes locked intentionally with Banner for a moment <strong>"You know how it goes with us excentric scientists... so easily distracted with food for thought..."</strong> he then turned his gaze over everyone present. Taking a brief moment to make eye contact with each.<br><strong>"But let us enjoy the evening. There is food and drink enough to feed a small army. So feel free anything your stomach might desire. Odds are good my talented staff will be able to be of service"</strong> he said. <br><strong>"Later on tonight I have a <em>special</em> surprise for you all"</strong> he smiled mischievously at that. He was either up to no good or up to something pleasant. Might be a little bit of both.<br><strong>"Gaston... go for it"</strong> he said as he motioned to an older man. The man bowed and a small band began to play at his instruction. It quickly became clear these were not some random party performers but expert musicians of a rare talent.<br><br>As he stepped forward to perform his part of gracious host 'mingling' with his fellow superheroes, a little thing bumped into his ankle. He looked down at the little drone wiping away some spilled champagne.<br><strong>"Tsss what are you doing here little guy..."</strong> he snapped his fingers and the thing beeped in response <strong>"Go join your buddies"</strong> he looked at the smooth white creation which hovered away making a reluctant beeping noise. Somehow even the crude creations of Stark had a little bit of the petulant personality of their creator in them.<br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 22:39:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Hyperion, Hawkeye and Iron Man<br><br><hr> <br><br>Natasha was glad to hear that Bruce was well onto his way to finding inner peace with the Hulk. She knew it was a rather a difficult struggle for him and as such she felt relieved knowing he was well on his way to conquering it. She saw out of the corner of her eye Marcus Milton aka Hyperion join the room. He was a very powerful individual indeed, with levels up there with Thor and Hulk. He was a man from another world and as such they were still learning about him. What was his potential and what could he provide in terms of raw power when they needed it? He seemed to fall under Caps leadership well enough and truly that was all that really mattered.<br><br>"Well you are in the company of friends Bruce, so you can kick back and relax with us." She told him as she touched and squeezed his right shoulder gently. Just as Steve asked the room another Avenger joined them, Clint Barton aka Hawkeye. Natasha had trusted him before anyone else and even though they weren't as "Close" as they once had been a history was still between them. The red haired beauty glided across the room towards Hawkeye and gently kissed him on the check. "Happy new year Clint." She said to him in a soft voice before she turned inward to the room to answer Captain Americas question when suddenly the music in the room changed and tonight's "Host" made his fashionably late entrance. <br><br>Out of nowhere came a small regiment of classy but attractive waitresses walked in typical Tony Style. Each carried a rare and expensive dish and a handful of male waiters carried a specific bottle and a tray with glasses. Most people would never even 'see' the quality food and drink on display now. Stark strolled in dressed to the nines, so much for a casual New Year Between friends. Music played at his request as some skilled musician's had entered the room out of no where and Tony joked (mostly at her expense) but Tasha could take a joke. <br><br>Tony claimed later on he had a special surprise for them and Nat could only imagen what on Earth it could be. But others who had been invited were still missing, such as Scott Lang aka Ant-Man, Janet Van Dyme the Wasp, Jennifer Walters/She Hulk and others. But Tony seemed happy enough with the current gathering to start up the party. "Tony. Steve just asked us what our news years resolutions are going to be. Mines defiantly to not get kicked out of the team." She was half joking of corse, Natasha knew her moral compass and way of doing "Things" could clash with even Tony and most defiantly with Steve. She wanted a new start but she was very aware of who she was and where she had come from.<br><br>She looked around the room as she was offerd a fresh glass of champainge by a waitress who seemed positively star struck but was hideing as best she could. Nat wondered which Avenger next would reveal their New Years resolution.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>14-01-2015, 22:49:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark<br><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> The 'lounge' area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tuxedo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg.html)<br><br><strong>"Tssss my dear 'Miss Romanov'" </strong>he jested <strong>"What could I possible wish to change. I'm perfect."</strong> he winked <strong>"Or at least I like to pretend I am".</strong><br><strong>"But here's a New Year's Resolution I think even Cap and I can see eye to eye to" </strong>he took a glass of champagne and lifted up his glass, toasting in the direction of Captain America.<br><strong>"Let us keep fighting the good fight, watch each others backs and especially ensure nobody of us gets hurts"</strong> he sipped from his glass and then added <strong>"That and maybe stick to a some more projects for longer than the design phase..."</strong> he added more as an afterthought.<br>He walked closer to the redhaire superspy and eyed her from head to toe, whispering <strong>"Not the first time I've mentioned it"</strong> he said <strong>"But black really is your color"</strong> he complimented her. <br>Stark and Natasha had a long past of a love-hate friendship. But Stark didn't keep grudges that much, he had mostly moved on past their little bickerings and moral conflicts. <br>There had been a time he had loathed her. There had been a time he'd been infatuated with her. Life was cyclical like that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 06:12:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Penthouse in the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A pink open back, deep plunging v that flashes her belly button in front. Left side rides high and open showing leg while the right side trails long like a tail.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress is finished off with a match set of stiletto high heels.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, Steve <br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br>Others had come in, most did not associate with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;That did not bother Jessica.&nbsp; &nbsp;Being a strong minded woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps in the past she had gone out of her way to impress people.&nbsp; &nbsp;To try and fit in.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now it did not matter.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides each one had their own little idiocies.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Still in the mood to do some swag.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her left heel tapping in rhythm in her head to doing the Lindy.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she really was in the mood to be a jitter bug this new years eve.&nbsp; <br><br>She had half a mind to grab one of the men and have some big band music put on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Foregoing that thought as Steve pours a round of shots.&nbsp; &nbsp;She take the shot set down in front of her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Bringing it up to quaff it down.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pause waiting for Steve to say his toast.&nbsp; &nbsp;Adding quietly right before she drinks hers.&nbsp; "To a trouble free new year."&nbsp; &nbsp; With her add in to Steve's&nbsp; &nbsp;toast Jessica take and down her shot in one gulp.&nbsp; &nbsp;As for her own new years resolutions,&nbsp; &nbsp;she hold those for now.&nbsp; She really had not thought of such.&nbsp; &nbsp; So she cheat a little and let others babble out theirs and then go from there.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her gaze swing towards the elevator,&nbsp; &nbsp;Clint come in,&nbsp; Hawkeye to the public.&nbsp; &nbsp; The thought flashes upon her that he looks rather dashing this night.&nbsp; He really does have killer eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 17:47:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Hyperion_4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Milton/ Hyperion <br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> The lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black combat boots, blue jeans, black silk shirt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Widow, Captain America, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Iron Man, Spider Woman and Wolverine<br><hr><br>Everyone seemed to be getting along and his eye turned to Steve pouring a round of shots, while mentioning resolutions. His head tilts slightly as he thinks and then Tony comes in fashionably late. Marcus looks around at the wait staff moving about with their treys and absently wonders what this surprise might be? Hopefully nothing that they would end up having to battle against later... Fireworks would be good enough for him, nothing can go wrong with those... He reaches picking up the shot glass and his eyes flicker to Jessica, "I'll drink to a trouble free new year, but I don't think any of our villains can go without making problems for that long. If they did though? We might actually get bored..." Lifting the shot he downs it and still wonders what people saw in this stuff?<br><br>Resolutions though.... Natasha's was simple and Tony? Well let's just say his surprised Marcus to be sure... Others had yet to say one, but still what could be something he would resolve? Toying with the now empty shot glass Marcus looks up, I guess I'm the newest Avenger.... So let's keep it simple... To get to know all of you better as well as getting to know myself and what I'm capable of. Lastly to always do right by my children..." Marcus looks around the room, "I know some of you might not have agreed with me about the Children of the Sun... Though they are really intelligent and are learning quickly these days."<br><br>Suddenly he smiles, "And please no giant alien robots... I can go without seeing Ultimo for awhile... He was a pain in my world."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 19:28:33</strong>
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				Strange did not begin to appropriately, nor approximately, summarize the group assembled. Not that Susan thought each of them bizarre; only some of them. But when you threw them all together and shook the bag, what came out? A team of supers? It sounded nice enough, but Susan Storm knew that was not how it worked. Her team of supers had been a family--literally, a family. But there was no family in this room. Only a collection of super-powered strangers. Susan knew what leaving the Fantastic Four would mean, DID mean. <br><br>It didn't just mean the end of family, to Susan. It meant the end of the Fantastic Four...at least for now. <br><br>With supreme ease did Susan slip from the couch, and find her high-heeled booted feet. One by one, blue eyes struck a hero as she slowly walked to the bar. First there was Logan; he was case study in isolationism, but at least Susan believed she could trust him in a fight. Otherwise, the man was a mess. When her eyes hit Hyperion, there wasn't much to think: Susan knew Hyperion little to not at all. He would know The Invisible Woman from the Fantastic Four, that's who they all saw when they looked at Susan Storm. When you're the public face of the world's first superhero group, it comes with the territory. But it was still more than she knew about him. Natasha was a liar, and a spy, and mortal besides--but it was clear that Natasha cared, at least, for this group.<br><br>It would be enough, at least, for Susan to go on. For now. It was much the same for Hawkeye, save that Susan wasn't quite as sure Clint was as dedicated as Natasha. Susan couldn't even understand the life of an assassin, let alone the emotional give and take of one. Banner was a joy, if only because she understood what it was like to have radiation change you. It wasn't just physical, it was just as emotional and mental. But Banner was a scientist, like Reed; they'd of given their lives for their science. In a way, they had. Bruce's life would never simply belong to him again. <br><br>Much as Susan could never just be Sue Storm again. The Invisible Woman was never going away, Reed had tried. <br><br>Just like no matter how hard she closed her eyes and wished, Tony Stark was never going away, either. Her eyes touched upon Stark, then almost immediately blinked and looked elsewhere. His egotism was more unappealing than cosmic radiation--saying something, coming from the thoughts of The Invisible Woman. But Susan was determined to find SOMETHING about the man she could like.<br><br>Sue was still looking, though, and didn't expect to find anything tonight. Jessica would be easier to see the virtue in, Sue had a feeling, even if Susan knew much about Spider-Woman and very little about Jessica herself. Then there was Steve, a man her blue eyes hit as she stepped up to the bar, and found her poured shot. Of resolutions...only one came to mind, as she lifted the glass in the air. <br><br>"To being the same hero, with or without family." A quick smile, and Susan's head leaned back in a&nbsp; sudden motion--downing the drink in seconds and replacing the glass with a 'thud' upon the bar. "Thanks, Cap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 16:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Might actually get bored? Logan was a couple of inches from the point of coaxing Banner into a brawl that would detonate the entire building. See Tony sport a smug smirk after that.<br><br>Logan had seen too many new years to think that any one of these guys was going to change. Arguably the granddaddy of the bunch, he felt no sort of affection for the bunch. It was a pity that Draken wasn't here. At least then there would be somebody to sit in brooding silence with. Clint had arrived. Huzzah... Hawkeye was in a bit more of a slump than usual. For a former operative, he did tend to attach himself to people, and hell, even Logan could have told him that getting attached to the Black Widow was an exercise in futility. The name all but gave it away. Dumbass.<br><br>At the point that Stark entered the Room, Logan stood from his comfortable seat. Between Rogers trying to get everyone into the holiday spirit, Tony being Tony, and everyone else going to and from each extreme, except Hawkeye, of course, Logan was feeling that he might have been better off at the School Party. Less emotional goeyness, and a patch of forest and a small logging town with a bar in running distance in case he needed to escape Summers' outstanding idiocy.<br><br>There wasn't space in the world for animals like him anymore, Logan mused as he stepped out into the porch, finishing his first bottle and going for the second. He was an apex predator in a world where predators weren't at the top of the food chain anymore. Sure, he could hack and slash as good as the rest of them, but people didn't need that anymore. They needed heroes, a man in a brilliant and patriotic suit to tell everyone that the wordl was going to be okay. It wasn't ending just yet.<br><br>Jean... Mariko... Rose. What would they think if they saw him now? Just the thought had his hands clenching, only stopping when he heard the sound of shattering glass. He looked down. His hand had closed around the neck of the bottle, shattering it and sending the bottle and it's contents to the ground, covering his boots in the expensive whiskey. Within a second, one of Tony's drones was there, cleaning up the mess. Logan snarled at the thing and kicked it away before going to find another place of solitude.<br><br>Turn it all off. Lose your humanity. Become the Animal you were born to be. His eyes went back into the timeline that Xavier had unlocked for him, and he saw Dog there, standing a foot and a half taller than him, impaled on his claws, still of bone at the time. Bleeding. Feeling the rush of power as he tore the man to shreds. His hands clenched and he felt his claws tugging at the muscles holding them in place. He breathed.<br><br>The Animal. When he got into that kind of mood, even Banner would have a hard time beating him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 03:25:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Hyperion, Hawkeye and Iron Man<br><br><hr> <br><br>It was a night that they all needed, to leave their cares behind from the year that was. Natasha felt very happy in the company of so many good friends who meant so much to her as these souls did here in the room. They were a family for better or for worse and she was proud to be one of them. She knew things weren't perfect but things were better then they had been and she knew the new year was a new begging for all of them. They all had New Year wishes around the room for a stress free year with less adventures as they were so accustomed to. <br><br>The celebrations went on and no other heroes attended, but they did receive several messages from friends saying they wished they could be there but for whatever reason couldn't be. They started the countdown to New Year as it was blaring out from Tonys Large flatscreen tv which seemed the seize of a mini cinema screen. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, "Happy New Year!" everyone in the room chimed together almost. <br><br>Just then the room suddenly became very cold as a ghust of wind seemed to come in from no where and the Avengers were on alert. They knew they were under attacked, a second into the new year and something was making an unwelcome visit here in Stark Tower. A familair green mist filled the space and took center in the middle of the room! <br><br>Once it dissipated the familiar tall figure of the Asguardian Witch known as Amora the Enchantress was before the Avengers. She was one of the teams oldest and most deadly foes, second only to maybe the likes of Loki and Ultron. She was dressed in her signature green and black costume and was looking all kinds of angry. Her fists were glowing green energy of a velocity Natasha hadn't seen before (as she had studied the videos of the first team of Avengers who went up against Amora.) She looked to be carrying more power, you could tell by her body language and her eyes were bloodshot red with tears stained on her cheecks. <br><br>(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8e96tjeUe1rbwwtso1_500.gif)<br><br>"My Love is Dead! And you Mortals stand around and cheer another insignificant passage of time within youre pathetically brief exisance!" She spat at them through gritted teeth as she directly eyeballed Stark and Rogers. Natasha looked form the faces of her friends and colleagues, her love? Thor? Was he dead? He hadn't been heard from in the last week, everyone just presumed he would turn up here at the party, last anyone knew he had business to attended to in New Mexico. But before anyone could utter a word to the enraged Enchantress she threw up her arms and started firing out energy blasts of magic which caused parts of the room to explode! The Avengers were flung from across the room as Amora launched her attack on them, it was clear she had every intention of killing them all. <br>The waiting staff and musicians Tony had hired were fleeing in fear, screaming as the Enchatress screamed a blood curdeling howl which was full of mournful rage. Natasha accidently crashed into Tony and the two slid towards the mini bar. <br><br>Enchantress then used her power to grabb hold of Steve and pull him towards her. "Did you even know or care Thor has been slain and now resides in the clutches of Hela?" She said as she grabbed him by the throat and squeezed with her right hand as her left hand continued fireing across the room hitting Hakweye and then Banner. Oh God, Banner, Natasha knew the Enchantress had manipulated Hulk before and the less then jolly green giant had nothing but hatred for her. And Steve, someone had to get to Rogers before the vengeful goddess snapped his neck like a toothpick. "W-What do we do?" Widow asked the Iron Man who was yet to suit up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 04:56:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Penthouse in the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A pink open back, deep plunging v that flashes her belly button in front. Left side rides high and open showing leg while the right side trails long like a tail.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress is finished off with a match set of stiletto high heels.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, Amora <br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br>The Enchantress sudden appearance accompany by the mayhem that ensues.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Natasha goes sliding across the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Steve is snatched by&nbsp; the power of the Norse goddess.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the midst of chaos of destruction,&nbsp; the band and employed servants scattering for cover.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Jessica does not wait, there is no move to shift into her spider-woman costume.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she is up and acrobatic flipping through the air.&nbsp; &nbsp; She fires off a venom blast.&nbsp; &nbsp; To give&nbsp; Steve a chance to get out of Amora clutches.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She lands between the goddess and Steve.&nbsp; &nbsp;The leap spurred by her flight to accomplish such a feat.&nbsp; While at the same time she calls out to Amora.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"Amora,&nbsp; if what you say is true that Thor is dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then I will go with you to what ever realm that Hela controls and rescue our friend from Hela.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; What will it be Amora,&nbsp; shall you show us the way and rescue Thor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or are you to mortal like with petty emotions of self pity."<br><br>Jessica thought quick in the moment.&nbsp; If Thor is supposedly dead.&nbsp; It might not mean he is dead as one would know it as a mortal on earth.&nbsp; &nbsp; To an asgardian it might just mean something else.&nbsp; &nbsp;An Amora had given a clue he was in the clutches of Hela.&nbsp; &nbsp;As an avenger, it was hers and all theirs to go and find Thor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also she really hopes that Amora backs down and finds reason of common cause.&nbsp; &nbsp;She really likes this dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 06:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Infinitely+Polar+Bear+Portraits+2014+Sundance+Gmu1BcG9xCBl.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bruce Banner<br><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Steve, Natasha, Jessica, Logan, Susan, Amora<br><hr><br>"Feels good to hear you say that, Natasha. I think I will kick back and relax. I tend to forget to do that which is pretty ironic since I need it more than most people." The smile faded and he cleared his throat. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I do that sometimes." Thankfully Steve had shots for everyone, and Bruce gratefully took the glass the Captain poured for him, and held it in front as the first avenger toasted to the new year. "Cheers!" He skulled the shot with the skill and ease of a man who found solace in a bottle. One who had for many many years. <br><br>Steve asked about resolutions, but before he could think of one they were joined by Clint Barton. Hawkeye. He waved him off when he apologized for being late. "We're all superheroes, Clint. We know how hard it is to be on time. No worries." Smiling at his friend and raising his empty glass, he looked down at it. "Well the sentiment's the same. Cheers, Clint. Happy New Year." At this point in his life, Bruce wasn't a wreck, but he was still prone to jump scares. The sudden music startled him and he quickly turned to see what it was. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was just Tony...being Tony.<br><br>&nbsp;After the billionaire playboy made his entrance, he apologized for being tardy to his own party, but Bruce knew the reason why. And when he confirmed it, he wondered what he'd been working on. "Tell me about it. I got stuck in my lab for three days once working on how to improve a solar power generator." Tony went on, giving them free run to eat, drink, and be merry. He just hoped Hulk wasn't hungry, because 'enough food to feed a small army' roughly translated to 'lunch' for mean green. Natasha told Tony her resolution for the new year, and he laughed as everyone else said theirs. "I'll be happy if I can stay off Ross's radar for a few weeks. He wants me to slip up so bad. It's more aggravating than anything. But uh, if I'm being honest...I want a year where the Hulk is a name people admire and not fear. I just don't want to be seen as a monster in the eyes of the world no matter how much good I do."<br><br>&nbsp;It was pretty somber in comparison to the others, but he didn't do feelings well apparently. He found his way to the bar and poured himself another drink as Tony chatted up Natasha. "Hey, Sue. You uh, you look stunning tonight. Glad you could make it." Susan Storm was like him. A person in the wrong place at the wrong time and victim of circumstances beyond her control. They'd both been changed by radiation, but he was thankful only one of them was a monster. She already had enough trouble; she didn't need that fear of persecution and harm hovering over her head every day like he did. He looked at his watch just before midnight and began counting down with the others. When the clock struck one he shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR" with everybody and felt happy...for a few moments. <br><br>A sudden icy wind blew through the room, and all of them were almost immediately looking for threats. Then a green mist appeared in the middle of the room and he watched as the Enchantress made her presence felt. He opened his mouth, but the only sound he could utter was a shout of surprise when her energy began tearing the room apart. "Thor's dead?! How is that even possible?!" She didn't answer his question. Instead she used her magic and snatched Steve into her waiting clutches. <br><br>Magic was her forte, but she was still Asgardian and the weakest of them were still far stronger than a human. Even one like Captain America. She asked the man if he knew her love had been killed and was trapped in Hela's realm. "Of course we didn't know! If we did we'd be there right now trying to-OOOMPH!!!" An energy blast slammed into him, interrupting him and catapulting the good doctor into the TV up on the wall. A shimmering field of blue energy could be seen as he fell to the floor, leaving a sparking and shattered mess where his body had impacted and ruined the television. <br><br>His force field had kept him from having to change. Hopefully he could stay human for now. Jess was the first one to move, and a quick blast of her own got Steve in the clear. Deciding that without his shield Steve was still at a major disadvantage, he teleported over to him, then teleported them both to the other side of the room. In an instant he was by Jess's side, his Old Power Taser fully charged and ready to knock some sense into Amora.<br><br>&nbsp;"Listen to her, Amora! I know a bit about how you Asgardians work. Hela's the Asgardian death goddess. If she's got Thor, then she has his soul or something like that. We get it back from her, we can bring him back. That's how it works right? So how about instead of attacking us in a hissy fit, you do like my friend suggested and let us help you bring Thor back?" He took a deep breath, his taser still trained on her if she attacked again. <br><br>"You love him, and you're angry right now. I get that. Trust me if anyone understands it's me. But attacking us is crazy. You want to kill one of the few groups of people who can and will try to get him back? What sense does that make?!" He was still in control for the time being, but Hulk wanted out. He wanted to SMASH. Banner's eyes flashed with green before he shook his head and took control. "Clocks ticking, Enchantress. Give us an answer before <em>he</em> makes it for you. <em>Please.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 13:04:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark<br><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> The lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tuxedo<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Widow, Banner, Enchantres, Spiderwoman...<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/tumblr_inline_mitbbpJIlg1qz4rgp_zps6adfc55c.jpg.html)<br><br><strong>"Ooooof"</strong> Tony said. <strong>"Thanks for the save Red."</strong> he rubbed the back of his head as he slammed into the minibar. <strong>"I know you always liked to play it rough but watch the head... I need it. It's my superpower"</strong> he jested. He glanced back taking in the situation. As much as he acted like a goofball... there was a reason he and Cap usually were teamleaders. And where he lacked the natural military authority and symbolic aura the Captain brought to the table, that made him the natural nr1 of the Team... few thought as fast as he did... and as creatively.<br><br>Still it surprised him how much the sight of an endangered Captain angered him.<br>As much as he and Cap bickered, he secretly was fond of the anachronistic Boy Scout. Having him get killed was a <em>No-No</em>. So he needed to think of something.<br>Banner and Jessica were trying to calm the Enchantress but big dumb and all-destructive was about to take over from his buddy.<br>And he did so hate it. Not only did it automatically mean the only person he could communicate to on an intelligent level was forcibly kicked out of the room, it would also mean his interior decorator would have a lot of work. <br><em>...and Pepper would have an additional reason to freak out. Which would be such a hassle...</em><br>He pulled up his sleeve. <br><strong>"J.A.R.V.I.S. send in the latest FINISHED Armor... but first... feel free to unleash the sturdy MKIV... and send him into a collission course with our unwelcome visitor. Assignment. Distract, neutralize, pin. Whatever turns out feasable"</strong> he said. <br><strong>"Affirmative" </strong>came the A.I.'s response <strong>"Recovering armors. And deploying on the rooftop within 5 seconds."</strong><br><strong>"Excellent"</strong> he said.<br>Tony looked at Black Widow and gave her a small smile <strong>"Would you be so kind as to... keep her attention away from the window... we're about to have visitors"</strong><br><br>Atop the rooftop two cilinders appeared, sliding out of a circular metallic platform. The first that opened was an older gold and red armor. And it lifted up with due haste. Its thrusters flared to life, accompagnied by a savage roar.<br>J.A.R.V.I.S. guided it downwards. It was heavily armored and had boosted jets... it would make one nasty projectile meant to temporarily pin Enchantress.<br><strong>"Diversion armor deployed. Preparing to deploy your personal suit..."</strong> came the A.I.'s voice.<br><strong>"Good boy J.A.R.V.I.S. good boy..."</strong><br>As the others made their movies... armor 1 was about to enter, ram and engage Enchantress. 10 seconds later... he'd be whole again.<br>He'd be <em>The Invincible Iron Man</em>...<br>He smiled lightly as his mind raced over his next stratagem. He would never get tired of his codename. It was <em>cool</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frostsider</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 20:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608044438983935252&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Clint Barton/ Haweye<br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suit and tie, dress shoes and slacks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enchantress, spiderwoman, banner, captain america<br><br>Clint smiled in the direction of spiderwoman. Of all the distractions he could have from widow after their falling out he welcomed hers. He nodded in the direction of natasha as she said hello. "Hello Natasha." He said softly trying his best to not make things awkward. Clearly Natasha was not here alone and as always Clint had a issue with getting jealous over her. Call it what you will but Clint had always been protective of her. Still for the time being he would keep his distance. The rest of the gang was here and as always there were many cooks in the kitchen. Susan Storm was a good person as far as the public viewed her but he was not so sure what she was like up close as he had never met her before now. And Finally Logan was being his usual self. Nothing more to see here.<br><br>Clint was about to go and pour himself a drink when the the room got cold and a familiar face appeared. The Enchantress was always a deadly foe and Clint knew without his bow the best he could do was support and help those around him. Clint knew the only one who could fight back probably was Stark, and perhaps Cap as he did have that strength. Logan could help but Clint was unsure what he would, as well as Hyperion and susan. With majority of the group not having their tools and the others not having acted yet, Clint watched as Chris was dragged forward. This was getting worse by the moment. Stark readied his suits, Banner and Spiderwoman both tried to calm her down and the others watched. Clint was not the type to diffuse a situation with words so for the time being he would grab the only weapon nearby to fight with which was a bottle should it come to that Clint though hoped it would not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 17:38:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Hyperion_4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Milton/ Hyperion <br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> The lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine and Enchantress<br><hr><br>He caught sight of Logan moving out to the porch away from everyone as the clock counted down. His voice wasn't in with the others at the happy new year as he fell deep into thought. Marcus studied the other avengers as they interacted as friends that had been together in battle and out. He was the boot of the group to be sure and from a completely different reality. Of course it had been like this on his own earth before it was destroyed as well, since he was from a different world. It had been Marcus's adoptive father the got him through the periods of loneliness, but here he was truly on his own. Being AIM's lab rat sucked, but it was a step up from floating in the remains of his reality after he failed to stop the two different earths from colliding.<br><br>His eyes continued to watch the others and he finally turns moving towards the bag containing the parts of his uniform that he couldn't wear under his clothing.&nbsp; Fully intending to let the others have their fun without him he suddenly stops as his senses picks something up. Turning back the Eternal watches as the Enchantress makes her entrance and his eyes go wide, "Amora?" She looks all kinds of pissed and then there was the red eyes that still showed the tears from before. Her next words chill him to the bone... Thor was dead? How? When? He considered the God of Thunder a brother and he falls to his knees as the thought rolled around in his mind. Of course that made sure he was unprepared for the blast that came next. <br><br>It flung him over into the wall by his bag while ruining the clothing he wore... Standing back up he shreds the clothing revealing his uniform underneath and it took only seconds to reach into the bag to finish the ensamble. The cape flutters about as his mind starts to analyze the situation.... Banner looks to have saving Steve under control and his hearing picks up the words between Tony and Natasha. So the playboy needs time? That he can do, but blindsiding Amora would possibly take the encounter where they didn't need it to go. In a sudden burst of speed he appears before the Enchantress... With Banner not hulking out at the moment and Tony not in his armor it made Hyperion the strongest on there at the moment. His hands ball into fists but those are not what he uses... No it's his mouth, "I might be new to this world and the newbie of the group, but I consider Thor a brother to me... If you persist in pushing us to battle the time we waste could be used in going to save him..."<br><br>Hyperion calculates the likely window that the blindsiding armor will come from and walks around to block that window. He doesn't want the fight to escalate and he had more to say, "Amora listen to me please... In my reality you were a hero and like a sister to me... I know you are not the same Amora that I came to love like family, but I think everyone of us has the spark of change in us. Hell even I could shave my head and turn evil, but we can still work together to save my brother. I have lost too many that I have cared for... First was my own race of Eternal's when their world died and I ended up being the only survivor... Then it happened again when my reality was destroyed... I held the two Earth's apart for as long as I could, but again I was the only survivor. I have lost everything and everyone I knew and loved."<br><br>Holding out a hand to Amora, Marcus finishes, "Take my hand and lets go get Thor back... I might be the youngest here, but I've possibly lost more then anyone else here. I do not wish to add Thor to that list. I'm alone here on this new Earth having to start over and make new friends... No a new family, but understand this... If you persist in this needless and worthless fight, I'll take you down myself. It will be with a heavy heart, but I will do it... So what's it going to be? Save your love like I never could with mine or do we fight and waste time that can be used going after Hela?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 00:15:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>Logan was so lost in his own thoughts and drink that he almost neglected to notice the fact that the Avengers inner sanctum had been invaded. He was drunk and mulling and thinking and he knew that it wasn't a good combination, or a healthy one. But he couldn't help it. A guy that had all the time in the world ended up spending quite a bit of it thinking rather than acting, and drinking rather than... well anything else. Despite his enhanced senses, he was too deep in his thoughts to be brought out immediately.<br><br>But it didn't last long. Logan was a warrior and the sound of a fight didn't go unnoticed for long by him. His head snapped up and the his wrist stiffened, the uncomfortable feeling of the muscles in his forearm shifting and powering, the sharp cutting feeling of his claws slipping out of their meat sheath.<br><br>He moved out of his hiding place, his face hard and his body tense," Hey," Couldn't exactly call the Enchantress bub," Bitch. Who the hell are you calling mortal?" And then he attacked, moving fast and hard, claws moving slashing for the Asgardian's neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 14:54:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1kfesQc0j1qcah0do1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amora The Enchantress <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Avengers!<br><br><hr><br>Amora listed to the pleas from the Avengers. How Thor could ever stomach them she would never know. Firs the Woman of Spiders spoke and then the son of Banner (The man who was more beast now then mortal). Both of which attempted to foolishly "Subdue her" making her think that her beloved was still in this land and could be "Saved" but the Enchantress knew better. <br><br>Thor was gone and his brothers in arms had no idea it had even happened. <br><br>Another one she did not know spoke, a man who was called Hyperion. He claimed to know of her in another life but she cared not for his half truth's and talk. He claimed to love Thor like a brother and would travel to Hela himself to get the Thunder God back. Still, she sensed great power in him that was untapped and that in itself made her curious, but as she reached out for him with her spare hand she was suddenly rammed hard by a suit of Armour which caused her to release the Captain of The Americas from her grasp.<br><br>Then the clawed Wolverine came charging at her Slashing with his claws like the animal he really was. The Green Witch used her spells to cause the nearby piano to come ramming across the room and towards the Mutant and slamming hard into him pinning him against the wall. She then stepped forward, her eyes glowing with dark green energy. "The time for talk is over Avengers!"<br>And with that she threw both hands up in the air and a massive blast of magic energy surged in the room, it exploded around the heroes as they were flung backwards towards the windows. Some even crashed through the glass due to the sheer seize of her magical surge. But the Hyperion stood tall infront of her as he was clearly powerful enough to withstand the blast! "Defiler!" She spat in a voice that sounded no longer human and then she swatted him hard across the face with the back of her hand, the strength she put behind the blow would have surely snapped the neck of a mortal.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Hyperion, Hawkeye and Iron Man<br><br><hr> <br><br>Natasha knew they weren't outgunned if Banner Hulk`d up he could take down the Enchantress, but the witch had been in his head before and as such they knew she could easily manipulate him to other males on the team. But Jessica had powers to always bring them back home if Amora started playing them off each other, which was her MO. Natasha looked over at Tony who as ever had a back up plan up his sleeve. As the others attempted to calm the Asguaridan Witch Stark put a call into J.A.R.V.I.S as Nat grabbed her gun from her side arm and rolled out from the bar and stood up and pointed it towards the blond haired vixen. Nat knew she was out of her league with Amroa, now Madam Hydra was a very diffen`t story, but both she and Hakweye were skilled tactions and could easily&nbsp; distract her while the heavy hitters took her down. <br>Stark had ordered two suits, one of which rammed into the scantily clad Sourcress and in doing so realised Steve from her grasp. Logan then took to the killing blow only to be thwarted by the Enchantress as she rammed a piano hard into the Xman! "Logan!" Natasha called out from across the room as she saw the man she thought of as a uncle been so violently pinned to his place. <br><br>Then a surge of Energy filled the room as Amroa`s rage grew and suddenly they were been blown backwards towards the windows. Natasha was flung across the room and crashed through the glass and was hurtling down towards the city streets below.&nbsp; The Black Widows luck was about to run out very soon if someone didn't jump in and aid her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 07:19:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Penthouse in the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A pink open back, deep plunging v that flashes her belly button in front. Left side rides high and open showing leg while the right side trails long like a tail.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress is finished off with a match set of stiletto high heels.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, Amora <br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br>Bruce had tried, along with Hyperion as she had.&nbsp; &nbsp;To diffuse the situation and find out what had happen to Thor.&nbsp; &nbsp; Clint had readied himself in a defensive posture.&nbsp; &nbsp;When it is all for naught.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Logan would charge ahead in attempt to get at the Enchantress,&nbsp; who slams him with the paino.&nbsp; &nbsp;She then lets loose a powerful blast that pulsates out battering all in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hyperion stands tall.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then the enchantress would slap him so hard with such a force, if he had been a mortal man.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would have had his neck snapped.<br><br>Withstanding the force of the blast that is tossed out.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had completely wiped her beautiful dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving Jessica in her g-string and stiletto heels.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her fights with Morgan Le Fay had taught her&nbsp; a lot.&nbsp; Also long conversations with Dr Strange.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pushing off a wall that she had braced herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;A grimace on her face.&nbsp; Through not for pain, but for the loss of her dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would use her flight to propel and leap and land in front of the Enchantress.<br><br>The Enchantress was like all the other Asgardians.&nbsp; &nbsp;A peak top physical specimen.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She through was not honed in fighting with physical prowess.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had a reputation and history of relaying on her magic and seduction charms.&nbsp; &nbsp; Jessica being a world class martial artist and nicely enhanced.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would deliver a series of blows to the throat,&nbsp; hands of the Enchantress.&nbsp; &nbsp;Every time she attempted to move a hand to gesture a spell or go to speak&nbsp; &nbsp;Jessica would deftly go to strike the Asgardian goddess.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 16:02:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Susan Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> Lounge.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, tank top, leggings, tall leather boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br>The gasp nearly froze solid in her throat from fear. Not the fear of the Enchantress, but from the fear of her teammates being injured from a strike Susan could stop. Ben was fond of calling her the Fantastic Four's 'centerfielder'--she was in back center, where she could see the entire 'game' unfolding before her, able to run down and prevent any crushing blow to her team. Ben was right, in his way, but it left one truth unsaid: if she missed and they were hurt, it was her blame, and her's alone. It was a unique responsibility...one even most her new teammates would never know. <br><br>At least she hoped so, for their sake.<br><br>The simple hesitation Sue took seemed to cost poor Jessica her dress. But at least from there, the Invisible Woman was immediately able to start fulfilling her role with her new team. Those being tossed through glass were immediately caught, shielded from the countless tiny and not-so-tiny glass shards, then placed upon the ground as gently as micro-seconds allowed her, the others she had been able to shield from the blunt of the emerald insidious force of the Enchantress's magic entirely, the magic hitting some invisible shield just a foot before their eyes. A shield that was be gone seconds later after the blast dissipated.<br><br>Hyperion was too close and center for her to stop that smack...not that, according to Reed's detailed analysis of each of her new teammates, Hyperion couldn't handle it. More important to Sue in that moment was keeping everyone protected, and there was no hesitation in what the best way to do that right this very moment was: she was almost instantly at Bruce's elbow, encapsulating them both in a translucent bubble, not even letting sound get in and out. <br><br>Part of Reed's report on Bruce? That villains had success in the past in using the Hulk to temporarily throw the team into chaos, creating a window of what Reed called 'extreme danger.' Susan knew coming into this very evening what her very first step would be should they be attacked...Bruce Banner. It was a surprisingly awkward moment, however: being stuck in a bubble with a guy she hadn't met before, not being able to see out or those on the outside see in. Awkward enough to nearly (or maybe just barely) stir a blush upon Susan's cheeks, her mouth slipping into a tiny grin. <br><br>"Sorry. I hope you understand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 20:59:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark / Iron Man<br><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> In and around the Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Iron Man Armor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Widow<br><br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/download_zpspgzf7jii.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/download_zpspgzf7jii.jpg.html)<br><br>As hell broke loose, Stark smiled as the armor slammed into the Goddess.<br><strong>"J.A.R.V.I.S. bring the pain onto her"</strong><br><strong>"Affirmative. Secondary suit arriving in 5...4..."</strong><br>The A.I. controlled suit meanwhile, had landed and was firing blasts of energy at her, slowly approaching and upon arriving near it would try to punch the woman down... and not stop punching. But as the past had shown... blasts and punches were one thing... keeping a deity down usually took more...<br><br>Just then as Black Widow was pushed out of the window, his armor arrived. He didn't wait and moved into a jog... jumped and in mid-air his armor shattered into pieces to reassemble around him. He slammed into the distracted Goddess who was dealing with his stray armor, bounced down and did his best to land in a 'cool' crouched position as if nothing had happened. Instantly his jets burst full power and he went after his fellow Avenger. The red and golden hightech titan couldn't waste any time! <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZJPYo-YUkA</div></div><br>Iron Man was in the house...<br>And left the house...<br>In one fluid motion.<br><br>His jets burning fiercely, his motion accompagnied by booming noise. In many ways Iron Man had become a living rocket, a projectile piercing all... its purpose clear.<br>He needed to be fast and almost instinctive. Avengers like Black Widow were specialists. They were extremely good at what they did but they lacked the durability of the Hulk or Thor... they lacked superpowers and they lacked a fancy suit of armor that kept them from turning into bloodsplatters.<br>He was missing out on all of the fun inside but he suspected his fellow Avengers could handle it. <br>The trick was to grab his comrades without breaking them in mid-air. So he had to grab each in turn... in the right way. Either way they'd be loosing the oxygen in their lungs quite suddenly.<br><br><br>As he passed he grabbed Miss Romanov. He connected with her and did his best to not hurt her but in a way she should be pleased she wasn't going to be integrated into the local pavement. <br><em>And man the local pavement was a doozy... all those cigarettes, chewing gum and substances best left unnamed.</em><br><br>He landed crouched holding the redhead in his arms and let go of her slowly. The speed had probably been rather desorientating.<br><strong>"You okay my dear? Ready for the fight?" </strong>he asked as he looked up and the blasts inside his beautiful building were causing quite the lightshow. He was concerned for her but he preferred to hide it under his usual cocky bravado <strong>"Because you're making me miss my own party..."</strong><br>Cars had braked suddenly and people were honking their horns or taking pictures with their cellphones. They really were the center of attention now and not in a good way.<br><strong>"Going back up?"</strong> he asked Black Widow, holding out a metalclad hand, offering her a 'ride'.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 21:36:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.philippalmer.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/440px-Wolverine_James.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr>He was that close. Inches from impaling the witch on his claws and ending the excitement for the night. She seemed to have been distracted, what with Stark's armor hammering into her, and he thought that it would buy him enough time, but no. He knew that as soon as he heard the sound of something heavy screeching it's unnatural way over to him. The breath was knocked out of him as the piano hammered into his side and dragged him across the room into a wall. If he had been human... hell, if his skeleton hadn't been laced with adamantium that blow would have put him out of a fight.<br><br>But, thank the gods, he <em>wasn't</em> human, and his skeleton <em>was </em>laced with adamantium.<br><br>Without more than a smirk at the thought of what Tony's face would look like when he saw his expensive piano cut to matchsticks, Logan released himself with a roar and a flurry of claw-slashes. The sound of wires snapping and wood being chopped up filled the room and if anyone looked over to Logan, they would know from the sheer power that he seemed to be radiating that he was beyond pissed. He pulled his torn leather jacket off, his body tense and pulsing.<br><br>"Bad move," He snarled and, with everyone preoccupied with defending themselves, Susan being a blushing example of that, The Enchantress was having free rein to attack and pound at everyone's defenses. Logan had a mind to end that.<br><br>He picked up a broken bottle, leaking scotch, and with a flick of his arm sent it sailing at an impossible speed towards the witch. A distraction, as it probably wouldn't do anything but piss her off more. He arced his body, changing his direction so as to end up charging the bitch at a 45 degree angle from the flying bottle of whiskey. As he closed the distance, he threw another bottle and changed directions again, flowing past her, claws flashing for her neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 14:14:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/008/a/2/bruce_banner_x_reader_by_momooverholt-d5quywj.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bruce Banner<br><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Steve, Natasha, Jessica, Logan, Susan, Amora, Hyperion<br><hr><br><br><em>Inhale. Relax. Exhale. Control.</em> Bruce and Hulk were the same...but they were different. They shared the same body and mind, but each could only fully exist while the other was stuck in their combined mindspace. Although Hulk was more than just a split personality with anger issue, he was literally a persona that was a different person all to himself. As they stood off with the Enchantress, Hyperion made a plea for her to see reason, that her anger was misplaced and despite her being evil, they had a combined interest in helping Thor. <br><br>They'd aid her however they could. "Listen to him, Amora. Everything Hyperion says is true and from the heart. Actually, I don't even think he knows what lying is." Maybe this could actually work? Maybe they could calm her down and figure out how to save Thor. Then motion out of his peripheral caused him to gasp while a suit of armor crashed into her. And here he'd thought they could maybe settle things without a fight. <br><br>To make it worse, Logan was awake...and Logan being awake meant Logan was angry. "Logan, no!" His cry came too late though, and the Wolverine charged at Amora like the berserker that he was. He had no disregard for the situation either, it just seemed he wanted a good fight. Somewhere in the back of his head the Hulk laughed. <em>"Now that's what we should do, Banner! Get the party started!"</em> He tried to ignore Hulk, but the big green machine was really anxious to get out. Thankfully there was nothing to force the change, but if things kept going like they were he might have to do it on his own.<br><br>&nbsp;A piano was all that was needed to stop him for the moment apparently, and then Amora unleashed another blast of energy; this one much more powerful than the last. His force field would hold though, as he'd designed it to stand up to people who could give the Hulk a good brawl. And after that, he could zap her with his taser. It's power output was measured on the Richter Scale, and it had more than enough power to make even Amora think twice. Others wouldn't be so lucky though. He turned, ready to jump in <em>somebody's</em> way and take the hit for them, but suddenly Susan was pressed against him and they were stuck in one of her own force fields. He couldn't even see or hear anything. <br><br>Panic flashed on his face before he calmed down. He took a deep breath and looked over at Sue, also noting how the bluish-black glow of his bannertech field was causing a little light show inside the bubble. He chuckled a little, that nervous laugh of him when she smiled and he could see the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks. Even the way she apologized was...he needed his head in the game. "I get it. I really do. Angry Banner is bad. Hulk is bad. Hulk smash equals bad."<br><br>&nbsp;He put his hands up and mimicked the monster within him; trying to keep the situation inside light despite what was outside. And while this whole thing is...well I'm not complaining being trapped in here with a woman like you. But the others need us out there. And I'm <em>okay</em>. You guys think I'm a pot that's always ready to boil over, but I've got a lot more control now. You don't have to treat me like a kid. I just...I just wanna be treated like everyone else," he said with a sigh that made him sound tired. Whether they realized it or not, everyone tended to treat him like fine china. Afraid he'd break at the slightest thing. It was draining to say the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2015, 23:17:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Susan Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Lounge.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, tank top, leggings, tall leather boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br>The grin may not have faded far from Susan's lips, but there was suddenly sadness in her big, blue, eyes. It was hard to know just where the first fracture in her heart occurred, standing there staring at the man in darkness and dim glows. <em>Why couldn't he be treated the same as everyone else? Who was treating him like a kid?...why did the Hulk have to be bad?</em><br><br>When her lips moved, she heard her own voice, using words that her heart knew as closely as if they were her own. A whisper meant for her own soul, not his ears. That grin coming back upon her face like a new day sun, brilliant and burning hope into where there was darkness just before. "I know nothing else but miracles."<br><br>The shield was gone, sound and light and air and the chaos of creation that came with it rushing back in to surround Bruce and Susan where they still stood. "One day I'll talk Shakespeare with the Hulk."<br><br>Words that were very much meant for Bruce, words she deeply believed, given as a gentle battlefield farewell as she slipped past him, her eyes returning to the metaphysical melee--returning to her spot in centerfield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garuss Vakarian</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 09:49:57</strong>
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				Name: Steve Rogers<br>Location: Stark Tower<br>Whereabouts: Lounge<br>Wearing: Leather Jacket, jeans, black shirt<br>Tagging everyone<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsE/54936-28124.jpg)</div> Steve gave Tony a pleased nod. He couldn't help but smile at Tony's little toast for his new years resolution. Steve had to agree with the Iron Man. <strong>"And hopefully none of us do get hurt." </strong> &nbsp;Steve replied, but with those words it was almost as if Tony and he had jinxed the team for hurt. Soon the party was crashed, new years went off like a count down to disaster. Worst of all, Steve much like Natasha was left worthless. Incapable to do anything.<br><br>As the Enchantress had crashed into Stark Tower, steve drew his gun, pointing it at the disgruntled women. She was babbling, something had happened to Thor and the obsessed women was ready to lash out at any one for it. A few of the others tried to reason with her, discover what had happened. But she was so far gone in her own obsession with Thor, her own rage, that she was no different then the Hulk on a rampage. Steve could almost sigh in relief that she had not began harming civilians or destroying buildings around her with her magic. <br><br>Steve grimaced in frustration. As a few of his friends, his team, had been already attacked. It was at least a few which can handle themselves against her might, all of which came back from it perfectly fine. Steve was only afraid for Natasha, as Tony flew out the window, Steve ran to the void in the glass. Peering down in hopes Tony had made it in time to catch her. Sure enough, he did. But, now it was time for Steve to stop standing around. As mortal as he may be, there was still uses his own team can get out of him. Quickly turning from the window, he assessed the situation. Sue had already begun trying to control the battlefield with her shields, a great call on her part. One he came to expect from the ex F4 member. She had much experience working in a team, and her powers were a god send when it came to battlefield control or defense. Every one else was a different matter, Logan had taken a direct route to attack. A good call, if not for his claws being a useless weopon against her. But it was better then standing on their heads, Steve gripped the pistol with both hands, aiming for the back of the Witches head. With quick acquisition, Steve fired three rounds, each pinging off the back of her head. Each likely pissing her off more, as they were 45 caliber armor piercing rounds, not mere wasp stings like a 9mm. So hopefully that was the final Distraction, towards Wolverings charge.<br><br>After that, he ran across the lounge, Towards Suesan. Or at least where he knew she last was, he was unsure due to her and Bruces sudden invisibility. If the Witch decided it was the leader to be her next target, it was best to give Sue a better vantage with her force fields. So hopefully, she was still in the general area. With a dash, and a slide, Steve had turned to face the witch once more. He was now a few feet away from where Suesan, as well as Bruce were last standing. Getting a better look at the Lounge. Steve had seen Jessica, and boy, was that going to be something hard to ignore. Her beautiful dress was gone, leaving nothing more then her undergarments. Steve gave a small cough, trying not to let that sight distract him. There was a fight at hand, and Jessicca didn't need ogled at on top of her unfortunate luck.... It was a nice Dress.<br><br>Soon, Sue and Bruce had now reappeared. Steve couldn't exactly understand the meaning behind Sue's words, but he knew the context. Shakespear to the hulk? It was entirely possible Bruce was losing it, but Steve trusted it was the opposite. That Sue was simply encouraging him. At the rate Bruce was going, talking to the Hulk was an entirely possible reality some day. Bruce had proved a lot over the past year, to himself, and others. Steve still was careful with the man, but he respected the scientist as both a friend, comrade and intellectual.<br><br><strong>"Sue." </strong> &nbsp;Steve said, as she began to take Centerfield. <strong>"Beating her is not impossible. For now, we need to keep her off of us for a few minute window. Some of us here are a bit to mortal to stand to close to this figurative forest fire."</strong> Steve said, quite conflicted. The situation at hand, after all was dire without the aid of their asgardian compatriot. "Can you contain her in a force field? At least long enough for.... For Bruce to become The Hulk. And for us to get out of his way." He couldn't believe he was saying this. But, dire times come with desperate measures. <strong>"I will consider this a test run Bruce. I trust you, I trust all the work you have done to have control. This is a good time to prove that trust is sound. Do you think you can control the beast, while he is active? Do you think you can over come her charm?"</strong><br><br>There was great risk in asking this. He did trust Bruce, it was just the Enchantress he didn't trust. But Hulk being manipulated by her was a risk he was willing to ignore. They needed some one whom can subdue her, or at the very least scratch her. Hulk was the only one who can scratch her, aside from Hyperion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>02-02-2015, 22:21:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Hyperion_4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Milton/ Hyperion <br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> The lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine and Enchantress<br><hr><br>Things were actually moving along smoothly... That in itself should have given Marcus a clue that the storm had not truly hit yet. Amora, well he really didn't know what she was thinking at the moment as Banner had more to say. That did bring a chuckle to his lips... He knew how to lie, but Marcus never really saw the point in it. If the lie was revealed for what it was, it would just bring more bad down on the situation. His eyes shifted to the hand of Amora as it started to reach out towards his own hand. This was a good sign to him, but his stomach dived at the sound of thrusters from a pair of Tony's armors. A hint of annoyance entered his face that the fight was in fact going to go down.<br><br>The annoyance grew when Logan charged into the fray and that caused Marcus to do something uncharacteristic of him.... Hyperion actually swore, "Goddammit Logan!" He shakes his head and has a Bobby moment, "Balls!" Of course between Tony's sneak attack and Logan's failed decapitation attempt, it set Enchantress off in a big way. The piano slid across the room to slam into Logan and to tell the truth Marcus didn't care at the moment. This could have ended without the fight, but Logan just had to blindly attack and got a musical instrument in return. The blast of magical energy that came next caused more damage to the tower and sent people flying. Leaning forward Marcus growled, but otherwise wouldn't allow himself to move. The Widow ended up flying out the window, but Tony had that covered as the second suit moved to keep up the pressure on Amora.<br><br>There was a change in the Enchantress's voice before the back of her hand came around and contacted his face. His head snapped to the side and momentarily didn't move as his anger started to grow. From the corner of his eye Marcus witnessed Jessica come to attack Amora sans her dress which apparently was destroyed in the magical blast. Even he had to admit the dark haired Spider-Woman looked quite lovely fighting in a simple thong. Logan recovered from the mutant eating piano and was himself attacking once again, along with Steve who was taking potshots at the back of Amora's head with a .45... That word was used again... Mortal... Defiler from Amora and suddenly he looked up his eyes flashing red, "No... Not mortal or defiler, but Eternal!" He rises off the floor and begins to float towards Amora before shouting, "ENOUGH!"<br><br>To Amora he adds in quiet words that only she can hear, "I meant what I said and I will fight... There is but one other thing first... I have a single regret coming over and that was I never told my Amora how I really felt. My world is gone and that moment is lost... This is something I should have done then..." Setting down back in front of Amora he reaches out towards her and attempts to pull the Asgardian in close. Then his head dips down to mesh his lips with Amora's...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>04-02-2015, 23:39:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1kfesQc0j1qcah0do1_500.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/eb/93/6a/eb936a2e8d5d7dbef81f731b771a5e32.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amora The Enchantress/Lady Sif <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Asgaurdian garbe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Avengers!<br><br><hr><br>The Wolverine went on the offensive again, once more slashing at the Enchantress and even scratching her tender neck, but his claws were very little against Asgaurdian skin, more like a cut a mortal would get from shaving and she swatted him to the side with a gust of magical force. But the caped wonder stepped up to the plate and shouted ENOUGH! It seemed this one was tired of the fighting and wished to resolve it. He honed in on Amroa and to which she readied herself for a conferenation with him like with the clawed runt. He said he would fight with her and try to avenge the death of her beloved Thunder God. But who was he? Who was he to presume he knew her so? <br><br>But the Enchantress did sense great power in him and that was something which drew her in like moths to the flame. So much so she let the Hyperion draw close and even captured her lips with his own. A searing kiss and she moaned against his lips as the powerful man claimed her luscious lips and for a moment she was taken by surprise. She forgot her hatred towards the Avengers and the pain she felt for loosing Thor and caressed Marcus face once the kiss was ended. "You presume to tame me boy?" she asked him in a low raspy voice. Suddenly a Sharpe pain struck threw Amroas chest and she clutched at her heart, to find a sword sticking out from the front of her voluptuous chest, it was a Asgaurdian blade which violated her body. <br><br>The Sharpe sword was withdrew as quickly as it had appeared and the blond goddess fell into the muscled arms of the Hyperion. Behind her stood the wilder of the blade, her most hated enemy, the Lady Sif of Asguard. Sif was dressed in her red and silver battle armour, her long dark hair tied back, her armour was slightly dirty from her travels and she looked very distraught indeed. Sif was the beloved wife of Thor and she was a friend to those that called themselves Avengers. <br><br>"She spills nothing but lies my brothers and sisters. My beloved Husband is still very much alive. But this witch is using all her trickery to make us believe other wise." Sif annoced to the room, her eyes fell on Hyperion who was cradling Amora. "Stand aside brave one, so I may finish this spawn of Hella and send her to the living Hell she deserves." Lady sif said as she raised her sword which was already stained with the potent blood of the Enchantress.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Captain America, Spider Woman, Wolverine, Hulk, Invisible Woman, Hyperion, Hawkeye and Iron Man<br><br><hr> <br><br>Natasha was saved at the 11th hour by Tony, who swooped out of the sky In full armour to save her perky behind from falling to her death. The Widow clung to Tonys Iron Man suit as he held her mid air. Stark joked she was making him miss his own party to which she responded with a raised eyebrow as if to say "Really?" and then he asked her if she was able to fight to which she simply replied to him with. "Da"&nbsp; as they flew back into the lounge area Natasha saw Steve and the others were on the defensive, Jessica had lost her clothes and was exposed but ever ready to fight and Amora was been cradled by Hyperian as Lady Sif stood over her. The arrival of the Wife of Thor did not bode well for the Thunder Gods well been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>frostsider</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 01:27:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608044438983935252&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Clint Barton/ Haweye<br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suit and tie, dress shoes and slacks<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enchantress, spiderwoman, banner, captain america, widow<br><br>Clint eyes went wide when he was flung backwards into the bar and groaned in pain as he landed on glass. He could feel one of his ribs being broken and pain was running up and down. Worst case scenario was he had broken ribs. Best case scenario was he had bruised ribs. Clint would push through the pain. He quickly dashed behind the bar and peeked over. Hyperion was holding amora and sif had her sword sticking out of her. Things seemed to getting worse before he clutched his side and slowly walked towards the group. "Sif what is the meaning of this. While is amora attacking us?" He asked through wincing pain.<br><br>&nbsp;He dragged his feet slightly before looking back at the group."Did loki have something to do with this?" He asked her. Sif stabbing the asgardian witch could be either a bad thing or a good thing. He dare not anger the wife of thor knowing she could gut him too. "Please fill in the rest of us please." He added calmly trying to get information out of sif. He needed answers. He did glance at spider woman for a moment. So many woman in one room. Banner had not lost it just yet. He thanked the powers that be that hulk did not smash. The place was already ruined enough as it was. Not that clint did not like banner as an ally. Just he worried too much smash and the building could cave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-02-2015, 16:52:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Penthouse in the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A pink open back, deep plunging v that flashes her belly button in front. Left side rides high and open showing leg while the right side trails long like a tail.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress is finished off with a match set of stiletto high heels.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, Amora <br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br>Amora despite her attempts to keep her from casting.&nbsp; Almost effortlessly sends a force of powerful magic, that sends Logan flying back yet again.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is as his name suggests the wolverine.&nbsp; An would be back with a tenacity that is all his.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet before he can do that.&nbsp; &nbsp;Hyperion now lifts into the air,&nbsp; radiant,&nbsp; that oozes his power.&nbsp; &nbsp; He reaches out and takes a hold of Amora.&nbsp; &nbsp; As he spews words at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those words turn to mumble jumble.&nbsp; For what he does next,&nbsp; is force a kiss upon Amora, locking her into it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It gets even more confusing as the Lady Sif shows up.&nbsp; &nbsp;The wife of Thor,&nbsp; and her proclamation that Thor is not dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she runs her sword through the other Asgardian.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Jessica bosom rises and falls as she takes deep breaths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her heart pounding from the excitement of battle.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her stance defensive as she takes another step back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still heedless of her state of dress.&nbsp; For the scene unfolding kept her attention fully.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through if one of her teammates were to offer a shirt or such she would be thankful and quit being the exhibitionist side show.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Why would the Enchantress lie.&nbsp; &nbsp; And where is Thor,&nbsp; did Sif know?&nbsp; &nbsp; These questions come to mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;For now she holds her thoughts to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp; Through she is a dam good detective.&nbsp; &nbsp; Might even be a better detective then she was at being a&nbsp; super heroine or a spy.&nbsp; &nbsp;She blunder the spy thing a few times.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darthvegeta800</strong> on <strong>08-02-2015, 13:12:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong>Tony Stark / Iron Man<br><strong>Location: </strong>Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> In the Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Iron Man Armor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Widow, Captain America<br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/download_zpspgzf7jii.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/download_zpspgzf7jii.jpg.html)<br><br>Iron Man glanced at Black Window. He shurgged lightly <strong>"Never a boring day..."</strong> he stated. <br><br>As Sif declared <em><strong>"Stand aside brave one, so I may finish this spawn of Hella and send her to the living Hell she deserves."</strong></em>, Iron Man stepped forward as Sif was about to use her already bloodied blade to finish the job.<br><strong>"Wow wow wow! Hold on lady... I prefer not to go around stabbing people to death unless it is truly necessary"</strong>.<br>He approached in his armor as he wasn't even sure this truly was <em>'Sif'</em> and not just another trick.<br><strong>"I have the ways to detain her until she's handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. ... or whoever may be able to deal with her pretty behind"</strong> he said as he waved casually with his right armored hand towards the Enchantress. <strong>"Besides good ol' Thor might be tough as can be... he's no stonecold killer. Do you think he'd agree with this?"</strong>.<br><br>He couldn't believe he was playing white knight here... that was usually not his job. But everyone else seemed inclined to let it happen. Perhaps they were surprised by the quick chain of events.<br><strong>"Cap... give me a hand here. You're better at this persuading people to play things boringly by the book. You know what you tend to do. The opposite of me and my most decadent obsession with alcohol, gadgets and women"</strong> he said, playing ever the role of joking moral void. The Asgardians never knew how to handle his odd rants and comments, it might give the Cap the time to step forward and jump in at keeping Enchantress from being skewered.<br>And yes... she might deserve it but secretly Tony Stark didn't approve of that sort of thing. There were limits. Having stepped over that line many times prior to becoming Iron Man, he was eerily familiar with the consequences of personal moral decline.<br>His wealth was built on the graves of thousands of unknown people, killed by weapons he had sold. And even if he had not intended them to be used by criminal scum... it changed not that at the end of the day Tony Stark had been the source of the unending flow of suffering that had spawned from his military tech.<br><em>At least that's how he saw it...</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 04:06:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1kfesQc0j1qcah0do1_500.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/eb/93/6a/eb936a2e8d5d7dbef81f731b771a5e32.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amora The Enchantress/Lady Sif <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Asgaurdian garbe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Avengers!<br><br><hr> <br>Lady Sif pulled herself up and out from the muscled arms of the Hyperian and looked towards the Avengers. The one who called himself Hawkeye asked if Loki was involved and the blond *goddess* just simply laughed at him, although a weak one as she was still weak from the sword of the Lady Sif. "Even Loki wouldn't go as far to kill his own brother. You mortals are so simplistic in the way you think." She moved away from Sif, ever wary of the warrior woman who had once been her childhood friend centuries ago. "It is a mortal who slayed MY LOVE." She said as her eyes fixed in on the dark haired woman. "His hammer is now on Midguards Moon, if you do not believe me then see for yourself." She placed her left hand over the wound she had received from the Asguardian blade and looked back towards the Avengers, mainly towards Steve and Tony who she knew to be Thors closest brothers in arms. <br>"Then Travel to the land of Latveria if you wish to find the truth behind Thors demise" At this point the Lady Sif stepped forward and confronted Amora once more. <br><br>"You lie Amora! We know not how or why Thor fell in battle. If it is indeed the truth or some other trick. Who is to say the Son of Barton is not wrong? Maybe this is some twisted Game between you and Loki? Maybe with his basterd daughter Hela involved too?" Sif said with a fire in her eyes and a hatred in her tongue. <br><br>Amora simply laughed weakly as she started to conjure a spell to leave as Quickly as she came. "You`l see you foolish whore, you will see that he was taken by a Midguardian and that they wish to end all of our kind. You`l see, but not before the moment before youre demise. I came here to seek revenge on those that failed Thor, but this is not my fight, I do not wish to end up in the ground just yet!" And with that she dissearped in a green mist of smoke but not before glancing a look over towards Hyperion, who had sparked her interest so. <br><br>The Lady Sif moved towards Tony with a look of such pain written across her features. "We should travel to you're moon to see if Miljonr is there as the Witch claimed." She sighed heavily, composing herself as best she could holding back the tears. "I have not seen Thor in weeks...but....it was the All farther.....Odin himself told me this morn that his son had passed. That he was now nothing more then a plaything in the bosom of Hela, Mistress of the dead."&nbsp; <br><br>"She spills nothing but lies my brothers and sisters. My beloved Husband is still very much alive. But this witch is using all her trickery to make us believe other wise." Sif annoced to the room, her eyes fell on Hyperion who was cradling Amora. "Stand aside brave one, so I may finish this spawn of Hella and send her to the living Hell she deserves." Lady sif said as she raised her sword which was already stained with the potent blood of the Enchantress.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Spider Woman and Wolverine.<br><br><hr> <br><br>The Attack was over before it even had started, the Enchantress was seeking vengeance for the supposed death of Thor. But the Widow wouldn't believe it, she instead thought this was a ploy, either Amora was lying or Thor had for whatever reason faked his own death. The arrival of Lady Sif did not bode well true, but it did not mean all was lost for her friend. Natasha moved away from Tony who moment's before had saved her from falling to her death and she picked up a white table cloth which was large enough to drap over her friend Jessica`s exposed body, the Spider Woman`s cocktail dress had been destroyed in the fight. She draped it over Jessica`s shoulders and gave them a squeeze of support before she motioned over to Wolverine. He looked pissed off the Enchantress had temporality bested him in combat and what's more that Marcus had seemingly shown an attraction to her. It appears Hyperion had not told them everything about his alternate world and the Amora of it who had been what....his lover? <br><br>Widow leaned closer into her *Uncles* ear and whispered "You and I should keep an eye on him." She said, ever as trustful as ever. She then watched as the Enchantress spouted more lies and then vanished in a puff of smoke. "Do you think Doom is involved somehow?" It was no secret that Doctor Doom was obsessed with mastering the magical arts and as such could be responsible for the *Death* of Thor. If such a thing was to be believed. She wondered if Logan's senses worked on Asgaurdians and if he could tell if the Enchantress had been lying or not.&nbsp; Amroa was a skilled liar who had thousands of years to practice at it.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ascia</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 22:11:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Susan Storm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Manhattan - Stark Tower<br><strong>Wherabouts:</strong> Lounge.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather jacket, tank top, leggings, tall leather boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/rubixon/suta_zps502081ba.jpg)</div><br><em>Doom.</em><br><br>"Excuse me," two words spoken so softly only those immediately around her, Rogers and Banner, would have even heard them. Two words spoken in a tone typically reserved for those who'd seen a ghost. It was hard to go unnoticed in the cavernous, over luxuriated, space that they all occupied currently. Susan didn't seem to care; beelining with urgency past the glass door out to the balcony, and without a heartbeat's hesitation, into the air and away from the building. Sudden and unexplained was unlike Susan, but anyone that'd known of the Baroness Von Doom incident of the last year knew some idea as to just how twisted and darkened Doom had left Susan Storm's soul. <br><br>Few 'experts' of the Fantastic Four doubted it was that very incident that led directly to the dissolution of not just Fanatastic Four, but Reed and Susan. <br><br>Though she rarely thought of it as such, Sue found herself eternally glad in that very second that Manhattan was an island. She was a very short, fast, flight from Stark Tower to water. She waited until she was far enough away from land to get a little privacy before she stopped, and waited. All Susan had to do was get CLOSE to the surface of the water, hoving just slightly above it, and she knew it would happen.<br><br>Why? Because right now she needed him. And he had always been there for her before. So long as she was close enough to water for him to sense her.<br><br>"You're intoxicated."<br><br>Namor's voice sounded royal; void of emotion and concern, only command and declaration. Susan knew he was teasing her, and it only took her blue eyes a few moments stare to crack that hard shell of his. They stood, one just above the water, one just touching it, in silence for all of half a minute before Susan found herself shrugging. And chuckling. "Maybe a little."<br><br>"Good. Tis an evening of celebration for the surface world...yet you are here."<br><br>"Would you rather I not be here?"<br><br>Namor simply smiled, tiny and smug, not taking the bait. "I'd rather you be in Atlantis with me. Would that you were, but you are not--and have made your intentions on that clear. You are here to talk."<br><br>"Am I that obvious?" She chuckled at it, but some smaller part inside her felt...embarrassed? <br><br>"A man's heart can always see storm clouds over the woman he loves."<br><br>For a prolonged beat of her heart, Susan and the Prince of Atlantis shared a long, hard, stare. Volumes could have been produced transcribing what went unsaid in that single stretched beat of her heart into written words. Luckily for Susan, the woman who wanted nothing more than to move on from the recent past, all of those things remained where they currently belonged--unsaid. <br><br>"It's stupid." Before Namor could dismiss the idea of her feelings being stupid, as she knew he would, Sue simply kept talking, "Asgardian troubles in the Stark Tower." When Namor's upper lip curled in revulsion at the mere mention of the gaudy, phallic, Stark symbol of self adoration...Sue could only snicker. "It's not that bad. Except the trouble brought a name up, and...it just threw me. You know; one of those things you're TOTALLY sure that you're over and past and done with, and then it comes out of nowhere to crash back into your life, and you're just unable to process."<br><br>For once, Namor sounded less than absolutely certain: "I...know?"<br><br>"Sorry," though it actually made her smile; the culture clash of this underwater Prince and the playfully animated surface woman, "figure of speech."<br><br>That, at least, Namor understood. "Reed?"<br><br>"Victor."<br><br>"...oh."<br><br>Namor's jaw tightened in quiet anger. It was a sore subject between them; the Baroness Von Doom incident. To Namor, it was simply final evidence that Susan needed to be down in Atlantis. There he could protect her, and ensure not even Victor Von Doom could reach her. But that made Susan sound like a fragile crystal that Namor found too beautiful to let someone sratch or scar. Neverminding the absurb amount of possessiveness and over-bearing protectivism, it just wasn't that practical: it didn't feel like where she belonged. <br><br>There was no amount of 'evidence and fact', no logic, no nightmare, that could convince her heart otherwise. Even a nightmare like Victor.<br><br>"I believe you stronger than Doom, Susan Storm. The man broke you, re-made you so that he could fulfill his twisted little fantasy of having you instead of Richards. But in the end, it was you that saved the Fantastic Four...and not the other way around." Susan wanted to argue, but she couldn't. She had broken Doom's bondage over her just in time to save Reed, Ben, and Johnny. The Prince continued, growing in certainty with each syllable of each word, so it seemed to Sue. "You will not falter against this monster again, for you are stronger than the young woman broken before. And should you feel as if you might fall again...your new team will be there." Then Namor's mouth twisted into the most arrogant smirk Sue had seen in quite some time. Or since she'd seen Stark earlier. "And if they are not, I will be there."<br><br>Her sigh was melodramatic, theatrical. Like she was fawning. "My hero!"<br><br>Namor looked at her as if she'd lost her senses. "You are as cruel as you are beautiful."<br><br>"I tried to warn you about surface girls."<br><br>The Prince snorted. "There ARE no surface girls like you--only you."<br><br>A quick, sudden, hug left Susan damp and smelling faintly of salt water. Namor did not hug her back, he never did. The Prince of Atlantis did not...hug, he was fond of saying. But one of these days, she'd get him. She knew it, sure as she'd known he'd show up tonight. But he was left smiling. "Now go, Susan. So I can watch you fly away."<br><br>Sue left with laughter, her mind and heart and soul feeling infinitely lighter than they had before his appearance. She'd been gone only a good fifteen minutes before her high heeled boots touched back down upon the expansive balcony of Stark Tower's high rise lounge. Despite mummering something about how cold it was outside, Susan came in mostly quiet.<br><br>Until a certain thought hit her: "Anybody use a drink?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-02-2015, 22:54:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/008/a/2/bruce_banner_x_reader_by_momooverholt-d5quywj.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> The Hulk<br><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, Stark Tower<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Steve, Natasha, Jessica, Logan, Susan, Amora, Hyperion<br><hr><br>Susan was something special. His words actually reached her and she didn't think of him as a man who was just spewing words to get his way. She told him she knew nothing else but miracles and after dropping her force field which was one of the kindest gestures he'd ever known, she said she'd read Shakespeare with the Hulk one day. Before she left, he smiled and nodded. "He likes Othello." And then they were back in the fight. He was still near the Invisible Woman when Cap asked him the million dollar question. Could he become Hulk and remain in control? He said he trusted him to, and Bruce didn't intend to betray that trust.<br><br>&nbsp;"This is a test run? Well good thing I've been acing tests all my life," he said with a small laugh to lighten things up. "I've got this, Cap." Sliding the tazer back into it's holster, he turned off his force field and started taking heavy, gulping breaths of air. As he did, his eyes started to flash a brilliant gamma green, and his teeth bared while his chest started heaving. He ignored Hyperion kissing Amora as the transformation gripped him. Well not so much ignored as he didn't react since he was in the process of putting on several hundred pounds of mass in just a few seconds. He'd congratulate him when it was done. <br><br>He fully transformed and became the Hulk the moment Sif's blade pierced through Amora's back and out her front. The irony was he might have hurt her far more than that if he hadn't been stunned into inaction. So instead, he just stood there, eight feet of rage machine with massively wide shoulders heaving up and down while the others talked and explained and theorized. When it was all over, and Amora had fled with her life intact, he snorted out a hot gust of air. "Dammit. I wanted to hit her," he fumed and slammed a fist into his palm so hard it shook the room. After she left, Widow wondered if maybe Doom had anything to do with this, and that triggered Sue to jump out the window and fly off.<br><br>&nbsp;He hadn't even got to ask her what was wrong before she was gone. Sighing, he looked to Sif. "Grrrrr. So we know nothing except what we thought we knew before. Thor is trapped with Hela. The moon seems like the best place to start. Hopefully we'll find Mjolnir there...and someone to <em>smash</em>," he said with a battle ready grin. He was in control, but he was still the Hulk and he was mad he hadn't gotten to punch anyone yet. When Susan came back, the first thing she did was ask if anyone needed a drink, and he raised his large green hand. "There any wine barrels around here? A martini glass won't do it for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>13-02-2015, 17:05:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQMze_EE0dH8-3os4LnO33howwrJ2g3QLHY5SVOriGBQ5-qn9iBhA)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Spider-woman/Jessica Drew<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York city, Stark tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>&nbsp; Penthouse in the lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; A pink open back, deep plunging v that flashes her belly button in front. Left side rides high and open showing leg while the right side trails long like a tail.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dress is finished off with a match set of stiletto high heels.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Black Widow, everyone else<br><br><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br><br>The adrenalin rush of combat dissipates as the villain the Enchantress leaves.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly Jessica rapid heart beat slows.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze still upon the Lady Sif.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her comrades throwing out questions.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The sudden appearance of Amora,&nbsp; the announcement Thor is dead.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is he truly dead,&nbsp; &nbsp;the moon is mentioned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jessica turns to look.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she feels the soft fall of a white table cloth being draped over her shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her gaze diverts to peek back at who is her benefactor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its&nbsp; Natasha,&nbsp; she gives a nod of thanks to the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>They had history, history they both did not talk a whole lot about.&nbsp; &nbsp;History with Hydra,&nbsp; but had been pawns.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well perhaps not both.&nbsp; &nbsp; She just could not imagine the Black Widow ever being a pawn.&nbsp; &nbsp; She arrays a thank you to her teammate.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thank you."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With the thank you, her eyes drop as she wraps the table clothe closed.&nbsp; Its one of those round ones for a cocktail table.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze drops past to her feet.&nbsp; &nbsp;A smile comes inwardly which leads to a small giggle.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she realizes she has just fought in stiletto heels and a g-string.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its a good thing Peter had not been here.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would have come up with a quip.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like calling her G- girl for the g-string part.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The giggle ends as the room shakes with the Hulk pounding his fist&nbsp; into the other hand.&nbsp; &nbsp; Jessica blinks,&nbsp; &nbsp;Bruce has transformed into his Hulk persona.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet he is calm well as can be.&nbsp; &nbsp; Progress has been made.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Suddenly Invisible woman appears,&nbsp; that she had gone is not even realized.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all Susan Richards is the Invisible Girl.&nbsp; <br><br>A martini glass?&nbsp; Barrel?&nbsp; &nbsp;Head snaps back towards&nbsp; the Hulk.&nbsp; &nbsp; She cannot but help smile at the big guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she nods in agreement with his reasoning about the moon being the place to start.&nbsp; <br><br>"I agree the moon is a good likely place to start."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 04:27:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Xu7creX.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/WHXhECo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cloak/Tyrone Johnson <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A Cloak of Darkness<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Avengers!<br><br><hr><br>Every shadow in the lounge bent toward a central point, creeping toward a central point in the midst of the Avengers currently assembled and coalescing into a humanoid shape - first, a billowing voluminous hooded cloak that spread outward from its origin point to envelop all near it in pitch black and brought with a sense of mortal dread, followed by an dark-skinned visage with eyes that were pale white orbs. Finally, the others' shadows snapped back to their previous position as if they'd been rubber stretched taut and only now released, and the room was once again illuminated. The shadowy figure regarded those assembled impassively as his gaze swept over them. Cloak was here, and it seemed he liked to make an entrance.<br><br>Notable only by her absence was Cloak's partner and constant companion Dagger. It was rare for the two to not be seen together - where you found one, the other was never far behind. Yet here was Cloak, all by his lonesome on christmas eve.<br><br>His eyes finally settled on Black Widow, and he walked with a floating step toward her, speaking in a hollow, echoing voice that carried a tinge of dread. <br><br><strong>"You called for me, so I am here. What is it that the Avengers need of me, Widow?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>14-02-2015, 17:40:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Hyperion_4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Milton/ Hyperion <br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> The lounge area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Enchantress, Sif <br><hr><br>Time stood still with the meeting of their lips and the feeling of her fingers caressing his cheek. Amora's next words gave him a chuckle, "Please the sun would stop rising, before you could be tamed..." Then the unexpected happens and a sword point comes through the chest of Enchantress. His arms wrap about Amora as she falls into his arms and his eyes turn to glare at the newly arrived Sif. It takes all of his restraint not to unleash his atomic vision on the newcomer and the sword tainted with the blood of the Enchantress. The Lady Sif wanted him to stand aside so she could finish off Amora, but he could only shake his head, "I will not allow that Sif... Her tears earlier were real."<br><br>Amora finally pulled herself away from her and with parting words to give them a clue in where to start she left, but not without a parting glance towards him. With Amora now gone and them left to ponder their next move Marcus turns away from the rest to head out onto the balcony. The others might need to talk it out, but to Hyperion it was clear as day. His eyes turn up to look at the moon all those miles away from the Earth and he knew he needed to get there. Looking back on the others his attention is claimed by Sif, she claimed that Amora lied, but then said the All-Father mentioned Thor's death this morning. Walking back in he glared at the dark haired Goddess, "If Odin said that Thor had passed, then how was Amora lying?"<br><br>Susan asked if anyone needed a drink and Hulk mentioned wine barrels to which Marcus could only shake his head. Then Natasha mentioned Dooms name and that in itself was a possibility. Doom never changed whatever the reality it seemed....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>15-02-2015, 15:37:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/eb/93/6a/eb936a2e8d5d7dbef81f731b771a5e32.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> The Lady Sif <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Asgaurdian garbe<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Avengers!<br><br><hr> <br>Lady Sif looked directly at Hyperion who seemed to for whatever reason have sympathy for Amora. "The Enchantress uses men as play things. You would be best to keep you're distance from her. She will not hesitate to seduce you into doing what she wants, no mater how terrible." He then questioned if the Enchantress was lying if Odin himself had claimed his son was dead. "Amora can make a lie out of the truth if she wishes it. Until we see his body I am choosing to hope for the best." <br><br>The Lady Sif was doing everything in her power to keep it together as her very world itself was falling apart with the absence of her beloved. She knew the Avengers could help her, but she worried about this Hyperion, his childhood naivety for trusting the enchantress was something that could get them into trouble if they weren't careful. She was ready to venture to Midguards moon once the Avengers decided which of them would go to which destination.<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/91ULnOCOYXL._SX425_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Black Widow/Natasha Romanov <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black Dress, with matching Shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Spider Woman and Wolverine.<br><br><hr> <br><br>Natasha took in the room, everyone was on edge and startled from the sudden appearance of Amora and then Lady Sif. It seemed their teammate and friend needed either their help, or to be Avenged. Either way, what away to ring in the New Year. Natasha decided to contact the teams "Transportation man". A relatively new recruit who had served as a street fighter and protector of Hells Kitchen along with her former lover Matt Murdock aka the daredevil. She looked around the batterd room for her purse and was able to find it luckily. She picked it up and went through her bag until she found the communication device she needed. She activated it and contacted Tyrone aka the Clock. "We need you here Clock." She simply said as she saw out of the corner of her eye that tensions had arisen and even Banner had morphed into the Hulk.<br><br>Sure enough Clock appeared infront of them amidst the trashed room that had once been a party scene. He asked what he was doing here. The red haired Russian stepped forward to answer him. "Thor has supposedly been slayed in battle. We need to get to Latveria. Some of us anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Avengers Assemble Rpg: Playing Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 02:08:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Xu7creX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cloak/Tyrone Johnson <br><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, Stark Tower<br><strong>Whereabouts</strong> The *Lounge* Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A Cloak of Darkness<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Black Widow<br><hr><br>Cloak seemed unbothered by the fact that everyone was on edge. It was hard to worry about danger when most things couldn't even harm you, and besides he didn;t expect any of them to suddenly attack, except maybe the Hulk.<br><br><strong>"I may regret asking why you need to reach Latveria, but if Thor has truly been killed then it undoubtedly has something to do with Doom. I can transport you there as soon as you are ready. I suppose New York can do without me for a night."</strong><br><br>Rather than asking, he let the question hang in the air.
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