MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City
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				Title: <strong>MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>11-01-2018, 06:35:26</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/71/b5/da/71b5da4df4667eac363e49a7c27e32ef.jpg)<br><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.<br><br>Despite Stark's vision of the pinnacle of modern architecture no potential tenant wanted to hire office space within the gleaming edifice. <br>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. <br><br>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: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 20:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 - 2:50 Pm (14:50)<br><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><hr><br>The woman was full of annoyance and agitation, her entire existence as it was had been crafted through the fires of pain and suffering. The loss of her entire clan, and their allies, and the destruction of everyone she knew and loved. One night was all it took, and Morgan Le Fay swept all of that away. She had spent a good period of time, afterwards, training hard for over a year of Earth time - many many years in Fae time - and then being returned to the realm that had stolen her family away. She had spent the last many months hunting down information on Morgan le Fay, through her subsidiary cohorts and their actions. <br><br>In the last many months she had fought several battles, nearly dying on a few ocassions, and just generally learning to despise the world she was living in all the more. How could so much suffering and anguish exist when 'Heroes' filled the world. There was so many of them crawling around, yet they were so ineffective at the removal of the issues that were at hand. <br><br>Perhaps if they were more willing to do what was needed to protect others, things wouldnt' be this bad. <br><br>The woman didn't really know the answer, nor did she care enough to find out. <br><br>All Retribution knew was the burning rage that she needed to fulfill. That rage had spiked again as Morrigan came to warn her that there was a chance of dangerous capabilities on the horizon. She was told about something slowly rising on the horizon, something dangerous that if Morgan got her hands on it... Retribution's goal would fall to the way side. She needed to address this here and now, and Heroes were the best source for that information. Unfortunately, many of them were hard to track down - or might attack her if she approached, so she went for the only one she openly knew to be a capable source for getting information. <br><br>Tony Stark, the only openly rather salacious 'Hero' that the world could easily reach. Well as easily as getting an 'appointment'. <br><br>But Ciera had no appointment, she didn't need one. Her pair of wings were appointment enough. She placed a simple 'cloaking' type spell upon her person to avoid being seen in the air of New York City, at least until she came in above Stark Tower. She could feel the tingle of his spells, snorting faintly as the man had never come across someone like her - more than likely. Her kind tended to avoid the cocky bastards that were running around Earth. Fae didn't handle Heroes well, so it seemed. <br><br>She began her descent, black wings snapping out and canopying as she slowly landed on the Helicopter Pad. She felt her boots touch down and tucked her wings in, adjusting her duster a little. She'd put the wings under it later, and work on their adjustments so that they would shrink to a more manageable size. For now she just walked her way across towards the doors of the 'lounge' on the tower, and began casually knocking on the glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 23:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/76/82/cd/7682cda3b2d481b54ec0597842140687--robert-downey-jr-iron-man.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, couch.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The suit he was wearing last night...And slept in.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Goth girl on balcony...And anyone else who wanders in.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><em>Knock, knock, knock</em><br><br>"Go away...I don't need encyclopedia's..."&nbsp; Tony groaned, turning himself on the couch of his lounge, he more than a little hung over and wishing he'd passed out in a darker room.<br><br>"The wief of a thing on the helipad isn't selling them." F.R.I.D.A.Y said over Tony's home system, she bringing up a real time imagine of the young girl knocking at the glass door to the lounge.&nbsp; Her image couldn't quite focus.<br><br>"Magic?"&nbsp; Tony asked.<br><br>"Definitely." F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed, opening the sliding glass door from the helipad into the lounge.&nbsp; Tony rolled off the couch and made his way to the bar.&nbsp; A bloody Mary rose out of the granite surfaced, Tony grabbed it and consumed.<br><br>"You want a drink?&nbsp; I'm having a drink."&nbsp; He consumed more of the best hangover cure in the world.&nbsp; "Now if you'd made an appointment, you'd know I wasn't entertaining today till 1100."<br><br>"It's 1450 Mr. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y chimed in.<br><br>"..Thank you."<br><br>"Your welcome."<br><br>"Ignore her.&nbsp; How can I help a magically winged and lovely creature such as yourself?"&nbsp; Tony leaned against the bar and took another long sip.&nbsp; He really hoped all those magical wards Strange had put up could slow this gal down if it all went to shit.&nbsp; Cause if not, well he wasn't exactly at his quickest draw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>katgrimm</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 05:17:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8IKFvSUozTE/WZuiEbtz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DtkKUeGT6mEjPos-L8j0vX1vWNoXrasaQCJoC/w1080-h1349/IMG_1609.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; January 12th 2018 - Lunch Time-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower - Forced Educational Field trip <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Sweater and black skirt <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.styleoholic.com/the-hottest-fall-trend-pleated-mini-skirt-11.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagged:</strong> Peter Parker<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> Sass and Sarcasm<br><br><hr>The blonde had been annoyed. She had taken her time walking at the back of the class not wanting to be forced into social interaction. The tour of Stark Tower was uneventful and it looked like every other tower created by someone who believed they were important. <br><br>A loud sigh escaped her lips as she twirled a blonde lock around her finger before they were forced into what appeared to be a cafeteria. It reminded her so much of the visiting area at the prison her father was kept in. Everyone scattered to their respective clicks and that left her feeling out of place. All she could really think about was the need to be someone else. <br><br>Spotting that Parker boy at the table she sighed. He had her copy of her notes from math, she had asked for him to review them as a way to verify she understood the topic. It wasn’t in the most polite or friendly manner, she had stuck it on top of his book with a hand on her hip at the time and told him he needed to review it and return it to her before the end of the day. That was yesterday. She walked over her hips swaying from side to side almost in cat like manner as she approached the math dorks table.<br><br>“Do you not understand the concept of time Mr. Parker?” She asked her eyes narrowing in a near glare as she waited for him to respond. “I needed those notes reviewed yesterday.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 05:32:19</strong>
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				<strong>Character Name:</strong> Peter PArker<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Math is great T shirt jeans and tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><br><br>"Uh Peter?" <br><br>"Not now!" The young man growled his focus solely on the formula in his hands. He ignored his friend Ned Leeds and continued to bite on his lower lip as he fiddled with the formula for his webbing. <br><br>"Bet Tony Stark never had to use his lunch money for supplies" Peter thought to himself as he adjusted the elements of the compound. He felt a bit off put by being in here. The reminder of "Iron Man's" resources and money compared to "Spider man's" was enough to make him more than a bit jealous. Of course in retrospect Peter knew that was a dumb way to see it. Just a few months ago Mr. Stark offered him the Iron Spider! He should be grateful if anything... <br><br>Most certainly not jealous!<br><br>"Peter!" Ned hissed jabbing him in the elbow. Peter felt his concentration slipping and sure enough the modifications he was making to his webbing dissipated from his mind completely. <br><br>"What!" Peter shouted causing the other math geeks to startle "I was working on-" <br><br>Peter froze noticing Ned pointing behind his back. The young man turned his own eyes widening in surprise as he took in the girl in front of him. A star struck puppy dog look crossed Peter face and he almost dropped the vial of webbing he was working on as he hurriedly got up. <br><br>"Uh Felicia" He stuttered out blushing "I uh wasn't expecting to see you" <br><br>He looked down groaning as he noticed his rumpled "math is great" T shirt. He ran a hand through his brown locks groaning as he realized they were sticking up like an idiot. <br><br>"I have them" He said turning and fishing them out of his backpack "They look fine to me! I mean you did great on them!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>katgrimm</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 06:00:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8IKFvSUozTE/WZuiEbtz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DtkKUeGT6mEjPos-L8j0vX1vWNoXrasaQCJoC/w1080-h1349/IMG_1609.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; January 12th 2018 - Lunch Time-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower - Forced Educational Field trip <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Sweater and black skirt <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.styleoholic.com/the-hottest-fall-trend-pleated-mini-skirt-11.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagged:</strong> Peter Parker<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> Sass and Sarcasm<br><br><hr>It appeared that Parker’s friend had attempted to gain the other young man’s attention as she approached the table. It had earned her a number of looks as she crossed the room and stood in front of the table with a scowl on her lips.<br><br>“Time is a linear progression of cause and effect. I gave you said notes yesterday day morning the desired effect would have been to have them ready by the afternoon. Time is not a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint.” Felicia added narrowing her gaze as he worked on fishing her notes from his bag as she moved to set her one down on the table.<br><br>Peter might have had a chance to look into her bag the few books, binder with what looked like an image of Spider-Man, and a small makeup bag possibly were things he might have had a chance to glimpse at.<br><br>“Good.. at least it appears your capable of reviewing things.” She added before quickly taking them from his hold and folding them neatly and tucking them away in her bag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 06:10:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 - 2:55 PM (14:55)<br><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><hr>Ciera had a large distaste for the man that she was seeing, but when the door slid open and a voice came - she found herself rolling her eyes in frustration. It was like dealing with one of her brothers, but more drunk - and less brotherly. She stepped into the room, her wings mantling and rustling for a moment as she rolled her shoulders and adjusted herself a bit. <br><br>Tony Stark just pulled himself from what appeared to be where he crashed while going on another bender. There was already a Bloody Mary on the bar, and he was offering her a drink. <br><br>Well it was only manners, she had to be a polite guest and accept it. But she could be as specific as she wanted now that he gave her such an open answered question. "If you are offering, than fine. I'll take a single malt Scotch - high shelf, not cheap - I can taste the difference." She said as she made the long legged steps needed to clear the space between them. <br><br>"Mr. Stark, my name is Retribution and I've come to you seeking information and offering some in trade. Through grapevines I have heard word that some dangerous items have started surfacing as of late. I have come to find out if you have any information on them so that I can prevent Morgan Le Fay from attaining them. If you are not aware of the woman of which I speak, it's alright." She said as she shifted and pulled a tie from her pocket - pushing back her hair and gathering it up in a bushy ponytail. In that moment her slim delicately pointed longer ears would be revealed. Upon them hung chains and crows feathers, and silver sparkled along with stones. <br><br>"Quite honestly I do not care for your human procedurals of 'appointments', there are more pressing matters than you sleeping off your latest bender - or blowing something up with your armor." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 20:10:29</strong>
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				<strong>Character Name:</strong> Peter PArker<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Math is great T shirt jeans and tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><br>Peters eyebrows flew up as she mentioned time with a practiced hand. He looked back at his friends Ned who could only mouth wow before blushing and looking down at his equations. The idea of a girl like her who looked like THAT talking about geek stuff was almost to much for the poor eighteen year old super hero. He shook his head and with a start realized she was looking at him expectantly. <br><br>"Time right" Peter said blushing furiously as she looked at the notes "At least if we look at time as linear I have some theories myself that it might be non linear in nature theories I-" <br><br>He felt Ned jab against his side and realized he was geeking out to the pretty girl. Peter hurriedly shut his mouth and his eyes landed on her bag as he attempted to find something else to talk about. He gave a start when he noticed the picture of Spiderman. Before he could stop himself he was reaching out plucking the binder out of the bag and taking a look at it. <br><br>"You like the Spider guy?" Peter asked looking up at her in shock.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>katgrimm</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 20:33:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8IKFvSUozTE/WZuiEbtz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DtkKUeGT6mEjPos-L8j0vX1vWNoXrasaQCJoC/w1080-h1349/IMG_1609.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; January 12th 2018 - Lunch Time-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower - Forced Educational Field trip <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Sweater and black skirt <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.styleoholic.com/the-hottest-fall-trend-pleated-mini-skirt-11.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagged:</strong> Peter Parker<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> Sass and Sarcasm<br><br><hr>School was definitely a waste of time. Felicia hated the fact she couldn’t just continue pursuing higher education without a scrap of paper that said diploma. She continued to look at Peter with an intensity that would make anyone nervous.<br><br>“Will you counter or end your descriptive narrative of time by saying it’s more of a rug rather than a line?” She countered her tone of lack of interest shining just a bit brighter, she was bothered by social interaction and she almost saw him interested in something in her. <br><br>“I feel that is none of your business. As is rudely taking things that do not belong to you for further assessment.” She warned her nails lightly digging into his wrist before she released him and took her binder back stuffing it back in her bag.<br><br>mentioned time with a practiced hand. He looked back at his friends Ned who could only mouth wow before blushing and looking down at his equations. <br><br>She gave him one parting glare before adding. “I do hope you learned your lesson for the next time I ask of your assistance.” Felicia Hardy had left it open that she would possibly ask him to review something else at a later time. She didn’t however want to build a friendship or when she was still iffy about people as a whole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norsegod1839</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 22:09:21</strong>
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				<strong>Character Name:</strong> Peter PArker<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, cafeteria<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Math is great T shirt jeans and tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>"I'm sorry" He said watching as she snapped the notebook back up "I just like Spider man to" <br><br>How weird was that? To say he liked himself? Of course no one but Ned knew who he was at school. His best friend reminded him each day how hard it was keeping that particular secret! <br><br>"In any case if you ever need any help or tutoring I would be more than happy to help you" Peter said jumping up as he watched her move away. He opened his mouth ready to invite her to sit with them before their teacher voice rang out. <br><br>"Alright kids!" He said cupping his hands together for added oomph "It's time to continue the tour!" <br><br>"Do you want to walk together?" Peter asked Felicia his voice cracking slightly "We can discuss time dilation more! Or uh... something else?"<br><br>"Smooth Parker" A female voice said. Peter turned to see MJ watching him shaking her head and giving him that "are you stupid look". She brushed past him tossing her hair back as she did and moving with the rest of the mathlettes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>katgrimm</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 22:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8IKFvSUozTE/WZuiEbtz3GI/AAAAAAAAAKU/DtkKUeGT6mEjPos-L8j0vX1vWNoXrasaQCJoC/w1080-h1349/IMG_1609.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Felicia Hardy<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> January 12th 2018 - Lunch Time-ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower - Forced Educational Field trip <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White Sweater and black skirt <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.styleoholic.com/the-hottest-fall-trend-pleated-mini-skirt-11.jpg)</div></div><strong>Tagged:</strong> Peter Parker<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> Stubborn Teenaged Girl<br><br><hr>Felicia seemed slightly enticed and yet at the same time felt obligated to not react. She was new at this school and the last thing she needed to do was start making friends and moving... again.<br><br>“You are forgiven Parker.” She offered her tone void of emotion as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “It’s hard to not like someone who’s that impressive.” She offered referring to Spider-Man, if only she knew she was actually interacting with him.<br><br>The blonde arched a brow as he offered to tutor her. It would save in her memory at a later date but for now she needed to place as much distance with him as possible. Her eyes averted as she turned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. <br><br>By the time the web-head had a chance to ask if she wanted to join him she had already walked to her place at the end of the line wanting for the day to come swiftly to an end so she could do more reasonable things than be part of a captive audience. She cast her eyes down she appeared confident when the time needed it but she was insecure about it all. How was she stuck socializing when she preferred the safe confines of a library?
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-01-2018, 20:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/2009/04/custom_1238725873921_ironfist.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Danny Rand<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harlem, Heroes for Hire Offices<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Casual (not yet in costume)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>Danny examined the sign on the front of their bottom-floor office building facility that he had rented for the headquarters of his not-necessarily-for-profit Heroes for Hire business. Heroes were a bit of a mixed bag at the moment and, while he and the other Defenders were not on the radar of the Sokovia Accords, he wasn't afraid of getting attention if it meant people could see that superhuman good guys were people they could trust and rely on. He was a bit fatigued, patrolling at night as Daredevil and being awake for however long he needed to attend meetings at Rand Corporation before either sleeping when he could or taking care of any business that required an Iron Fist. His chi sustained him but being sleepy made it hard to focus, so it was only a stop-gap to keep him functioning. That was why Heroes for Hire was so important; he had to legitimize Luke Cage's efforts, but also give a home to his friends to gather under one roof and collaborate, take care of each other's cases when need be, because he wasn't going to be able to do anything without help, he learned that the hard way several times.<br><br>Well, it was all set and ready to go. All he needed was to make sure someone was there to handle affairs during business hours, though he would have preferred a 24-hour on-call service. Between himself, Claire, Colleen, Misty, Luke, and, however unlikely, Jessica, there should have been more than enough manpower to handle anything that needed sleuthing or a little muscle, and to properly vet and handle clients. He turned away and began to walk down the street to Rand Corporation, smiling, and knowing that even with his return and several TV appearances, nobody really noticed a billionaire walking among them. After all, he didn't dress the part. But nevertheless, he didn't want to dawdle around Heroes for Hire. That was the one thing he didn't want anyone connecting to his name; he funded it out of a dummy corporation in case it was ever discovered. As for him working on a case himself, he planned to wear a mask. Not the same kind as he did when masquerading as Daredevil, but his own signature costume of the Iron Fist, based on the statues built to honor the previous 15 masters who had earned the title before him.<br><br>Now it was just a matter of making sure it was going to be more than just him trying to make Heroes for Hire a reality and not just a perhaps overly optimistic dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 23:42:06</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdLkPpj9hij_pG739DZakATvMcshVtzSDYeHrryNYx7zk0L_23NA)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> T'challa<br><strong>Name:</strong> Black Panther<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Stark Tower New York City&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tony Stark, Ciera, open</span><br><hr> </div>&nbsp; <hr><br>He needed to get in touch with Steven.&nbsp; He had told him how to fall off the grid, apparently he took his techniques to heart.&nbsp; He had been looking for him for a couple of months, he knew that someone would know how to find him.&nbsp; That some Anthony Stark.&nbsp; He could sneak in, but it would be much easier to just walk in the front door.&nbsp; A sinister smile spread over his face, he told himself he was walking in the front door.&nbsp; No one would realize how.&nbsp; He had is suit on, he activated his stealth and invisible mode.&nbsp; He walked in behind a large man.&nbsp; He scanned to determine who this was, Happy Hogan - Employee of Stark Industries; former professional boxer and promoter, personal trainer, chauffeur, ranch owner. 5’11, 248, Brown Eyes and hair graying.&nbsp; Nice shadow to walk in.&nbsp; He followed the man fully behind him, he was monitoring his body his breathing.&nbsp; He stopped to get off on the security floor.&nbsp; Stark was not here.&nbsp; <br><br>There were two more floors, Stark would be doing his work in the higher areas of the tower.&nbsp; He waited for the door to close and then he moved himself through the roof access.&nbsp; He moved to climb to the top.&nbsp; The emergency elevator access for the man of Iron.&nbsp; &nbsp;He moved through that and now he stood looking at the one and only Anthony Stark.<br><br>What he didn’t expect was his friend, to be here.&nbsp; He was standing in the shadows as he just listened to her and shook his head.&nbsp; She was nice on the eyes, it was too bad she was promised to another.&nbsp; She was definitely speaking to him for a reason.&nbsp; Ciera never did anything without purpose.&nbsp; He had no idea, how or who she was trying to press him to go after but he was listening.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>26-01-2018, 07:52:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/76/82/cd/7682cda3b2d481b54ec0597842140687--robert-downey-jr-iron-man.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 14:50<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, couch.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The suit he was wearing last night...And slept in.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Goth girl on balcony...And anyone else who wanders in.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>"Well...Little magic girl with elf ears who enjoys fine scotch, I am not one to divulge classified information to people who don't know how to follow a day planner.&nbsp; Or show up from ethereal, magical, or mirror realms and down play the importance of my benders, or how well I blow shit up."&nbsp; Tony took a long sip of his drink and then sighed deeply at the sweet satisfaction of it.<br><br>"Now, regularly I'd say in you are in the wrong part of New York and should go visit a friend of mine Stephen.&nbsp; No, not Steve, Stephen, two VASTLY different guys.&nbsp; But he told me he is very busy right now and should only be contacted in EXTREME circumstances, and you sweetheart have yet to convince you me we're their yet.&nbsp; So how about you tell me who the hell Morgan Le Fay is, and all my fancy equipment and whoever is listening will decided whether you're bullshitting me or not."&nbsp; Tony then suck his drink dry till he got to that annoying sound where there is only ice and little liquid left in the glass.&nbsp; The counter produced another drink and he took it, sipping on it without looking away from the young girl to he spoke again.<br><br>"And Retribution is a better band name that a single persons name, just saying."&nbsp; More drinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>27-01-2018, 21:45:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 - 2:55 PM (14:55)<br><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Black Panther (T'challa) - Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><hr><br>The dark haired woman carefully shuffled and mantled her wings, the sounds of feathers settling - whispering against each other - filled the air for a moment as she just watched him. Heavens forbid someone knocked him down a few pegs, he was too goddamn cocky - and drunk - for his own good. She suspected if she scanned his body he'd be in a constant state of repair if it was an option for him. Her eyes locked on his, pale blue just hard and cold as she stared at him. "It's not exactly a viable option when you don't even carry a cellphone on you anymore." She said in a low voice, stretching her hand out and rolling the fingers for a moment as if she was remembering a far off thought from her younger years. <br><br>Her eyes snapped up to him instantly as her mind twisted with his obvious insult, the one he was obviously dealing her currently. The way he acted, spoke, it was insulting and offensive and her Fae natures were raging within to be released to pay him back for the way he was treating her. "Before you keep calling me 'little girl' - I will make it clear to you that I am no child, and if you insist on insulting me with your childish nicknames, you will find yourself in a world of trouble." She said in a calm tone, maintaining her position, and just standing exactly where she had before. Even as she spoke she shifted only slightly to lean more on one foot her hand sliding down the length of her left leg as she tapped her fingers on her thigh. She was acting like she was bored of his ridiculousness, and she sort of was in many ways. <br><br>"Morgan Le Fay is a half-fae Sorceress who has caused trouble many times in the past. She kills without any compunction and values life even less than some machines I have met. She killed two entire bloodlines, with the exception of one survivor, in one evening nearly two Earth years back from this. It's been roughly a year and a half or so since she killed those two families." She said calmly as she looked at her nails now, completely ignoring the fact that he had two drinks without even giving her one - which he had himself offered her. "You're a rather shoddy host, aren't you, Stark? Retribution is the title and the name I was given to use, given by the Goddess that took me under her wing and saved me. It's not like your title of 'Ironman'." She said this and looked up from her nails. Her senses were spread out and she could feel T'challa nearby and knew he'd likely interfere if she did anything too bad to Tony.<br><br>"For such an intelligent man you know so little about the creatures in the worlds around you. I'll make this plain. I am part Fae, I am part something else entirely. You invited me in and offered me refreshment. You have not actually provided that refreshment you have offered and I accepted... Instead, you have leveled snarky jab after snarky jab, and essentially put yourself in a position where you are being a raging asshole. You see... I followed the laws of those invited in, you lost any power you held over me when you drank two glasses before me and did not even give the one you offered. So... as repayment... I do believe it's fitting that any alcoholic drink you consume from now on... shall become swamp water until you make right to me over the insults you have leveled this day." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>28-01-2018, 15:16:39</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdLkPpj9hij_pG739DZakATvMcshVtzSDYeHrryNYx7zk0L_23NA)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> T'challa<br><strong>Name:</strong> Black Panther<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Stark Tower New York City&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tony Stark, Ciera, open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp;Ciera knew he was here, how he would have to find out later, perhaps even get her to teach him to do the same.&nbsp; There were some mystical things about himself he would need and could learn from her to maybe enhance his own abilities more from the Panther deity.&nbsp; Now was not the time.&nbsp; He stepped from the shadows, removing his helmet as she spoke to Anthony.&nbsp; He wasn't surprised by the insult, he too would have been insulted.&nbsp; Anthony was going through something, he scanned the room there were no signs that his companion Pepper had been here anytime soon.&nbsp; He frowned understanding the nature of men and women.&nbsp; He listened then frowned more....Ciera was pissed.&nbsp; He had seen her in this mood, having spent time with her before.&nbsp; Not the time that he would like, she was promised to another and he wouldn't violate those vows.&nbsp; That wasn't whom he was, but they were closer than most she was a dear friend to him.&nbsp; Which was why what came next, disturbed him...it was expected given the circumstances as she didn't take insults well at all!<br><br>"Ciera NO!"&nbsp; But it was too late and the curse was cast and soon his compatriot Anthony would be sobering up very...very soon!&nbsp; "You didn't have to do that my lady.&nbsp; I understand the insult to your person."&nbsp; He said calmly, she wasn't going to change her mind, even with his calm demeanor.&nbsp; With a sigh, he walked over to the decanter and poured her a drink and one for Anthony as well.&nbsp; He was trying to prove a point and the drunken knight would be sober in a matter of hours at this rate.&nbsp; He was too stubborn to apologize immediately so he would see the true ramifications of the curse very soon.&nbsp; He moved to give the drink to Ciera kissing her cheek as he set a drink before Anthony, not unlike a servant as he knew he was far from that.&nbsp; But a King could also be a good host.<br><br>"Good day Mr. Stark."&nbsp; He said, now pouring himself some cranberry juice.&nbsp; "To your sobriety."&nbsp; He said with a more sinister cat-like look upon his dark features.<br><br>(https://img00.deviantart.net/85e4/i/2017/238/5/b/t_challa_black_panther_png_by_gasa979-dblfua2.png)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>03-02-2018, 17:16:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/76/82/cd/7682cda3b2d481b54ec0597842140687--robert-downey-jr-iron-man.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, couch.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The suit he was wearing last night...And slept in.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Goth girl and Man in Cat Suit...Strange how often those two things end up here.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>Tony was somewhat confusion, get her a drink?&nbsp; Walk up to the bar and thing will pop the hell up...Maybe he was living a shell of bit too much automation.&nbsp; Still, no point in apologizing now, Stranges wards should keep her away her little curse.&nbsp; And in the meanwhile he would finish his second caesar, then get her that scotch is was so damned set on being served.&nbsp; Tony took a sip...And then spat out swamp water, "For fuck sakes."&nbsp; He shook his hands, throwing the glass to the sink were it fell in and smashed.&nbsp; He then moved and grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off, giving a considerable glare at the the little fae but holding his tongue.<br><br>"I like her."&nbsp; F.R.I.D.A.Y stated with some clear satisfaction as the King of Wakanda made himself known, at least to Tony.&nbsp; He was fairly confident his security had picked up on the man, would have to check later.<br><br>"Of course you do."&nbsp; As T'challa made aims to unring the struck bell, Tony composed himself and tried to settle on the best way to grovel.&nbsp; He'd gotten pretty good at it as of late.&nbsp; But he didn't think full out pleading would do him any good here.&nbsp; Sweet God, he'd to have actually apologize <em>and</em> mean it.&nbsp; He was terrible at that.&nbsp; His recent history was more proof of that than ever.<br><br>"Or lack there of."&nbsp; He said raising his glass to the King, then looking to Ciera, looking her dead in the eye which he hoped didn't result in some sort off other fae insult he knew nothing about, "To you Retribution, I apologize. My behavior was deplorable.&nbsp; No amount of heart break makes up for being such a shit host.&nbsp; I ask your forgiveness and that you remove your spell.&nbsp; Or stand there and watch me drink swamp water."&nbsp; With that Tony, raised his glass to her and then closed his eyes and drank the whole thing.&nbsp; Whether it was magically transformed swamp water or 18 Year Old&nbsp; Glenmorangie, well that was entirely up to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 18:24:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"&nbsp; <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Janaury 12th 2018 - 2:55 PM (14:55)<br><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Black Panther (T'challa) - Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><hr><br>Ciera turned her head towards the dark male as he made his appearance known, she had known T'challa was there, but it was more about the senses of the area around her. She was already done with her little curse, and turned her head to look at the man that she had come to know as something of a friend. T'challa was interesting, and perhaps in another universe she might have pursued him differently - but she was not into that sort of situation with him. She had her task at hand, her journey, her mission. It might intersect with others, aid them - change them - but it was always the mission she was following. She had her tasks, and she must complete them. She wasn't even allowed children till her tasks were completed. She would make sure that Morgan le Fay paid, and make sure that half-breed soceress met her demise. <br><br>Her attention was drawn to Stark as he took a drink and discovered the truth. She smirked a little at the robotic response and her head just cocked to the side as she watched him. She was quiet, patient almost, waiting. She half-expected him to throw a fit of some kind, usually overbearing men like him did such things, but no - no he surprised her. The fact that he surprised her was evident on her face as a slowly growing smile began to crawl and creep across her face as she slowly grinned at him. He spoke to T'challa and then spoke a rather sincere apology. <br><br>She held the glass that he had given to her, now that she had her drink. The moment he took his drink he'd find that it was perfectly fine, and was not swamp water in any way. "It is accepted, your sincerity." She stated as she took a drink from the cup and set it on the counter. "Relying too much on technology leads you down a path of forgetting Hospitality. Stark, you live within a world with people from a variety of Cultures - and even races. Some people view hospitality differently, sometimes a glass handed personally merits you more protection. The protection of a Host is a powerful thing, and most races and cultures will avoid causing trouble if the Host abides by the laws of Hospitality." She said as she made her steps over towards the two males, she hopped up to sit on the counter to get herself more on an even 'standing' with them. She sipped the drink and watched the two now. <br><br>"Now, Stark, the information I got from a birdy - my Goddess to be honest - was about the presence of powerful stones - that can cause massive chaos. As well as a rising darkness, possibly war, coming. Morrigan is not often wrong about Wars, and her predictions on them are quite accurate. I came to you because you are the easiest Hero to get a hold of, and thusly you can get a hold of the others. I cannot allow Morgan le Fay to get her hands on these things, there is much she needs to pay for - the slaughter of my birth family is one of them. If you research my name, Ciera Baine, you will find I have been a missing persons case for over a year and a half." <br><br>There, she was being nice and giving him information, the scotch was quite nice, actually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>05-02-2018, 19:53:12</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdLkPpj9hij_pG739DZakATvMcshVtzSDYeHrryNYx7zk0L_23NA)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> T'challa<br><strong>Name:</strong> Black Panther<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Stark Tower New York City&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tony Stark, Ciera, open</span><br><hr><br>T'challa shook his head as he listened to his recent friend.&nbsp; The fact that she was the spirit of retribution for her people added another level of kinship to their relationship.&nbsp; It didn't hurt that they were similar and she wouldn't take anything he offered without giving something in return.&nbsp; It was almost their first fight actually as he trusted her enough to give her access to him with the phone and yet he wanted nothing and yet she would not be happy until she repaid him.&nbsp; He found it very endearing and yet he didn't balk that particular issue with them.<br><br>He took at the drink and was about to take another when Tony apologized.&nbsp; "You would seem to crave drink more than the slight to your ego.&nbsp; I must say you are truly a man of surprises Anthony."&nbsp; He listened to her and found the tale of the Infinity Stones none to his liking.&nbsp; He could think of nothing else that would make an ancient sorceress come out of hiding and threaten the world.&nbsp; "Have you not seen the Captain lately?"&nbsp; He looked at Stark thinking their relationship was stiff but still friendly.&nbsp; The recorder was going in his helmet and he was already working on processing the stones information.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>(https://img00.deviantart.net/85e4/i/2017/238/5/b/t_challa_black_panther_png_by_gasa979-dblfua2.png)<br>&nbsp;</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>11-02-2018, 22:14:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://t00.deviantart.net/upEy_zAe8RV04vuxxC4a5oYM9DY=/fit-in/300x900/filters:no_upscale():origin()/pre00/21cc/th/pre/f/2015/248/f/3/drinks_with_the_bartender___tony_stark_x_reader_by_latte_to_go-d98hsmm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower, couch.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The suit he was wearing last night...And slept in.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Goth girl and Man in Cat Suit...Strange how often those two things end up here.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>"Oh thank God."&nbsp; Tony said after having drank the scotch.&nbsp; He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the burn for a moment, before opening them back up and paying attention.<br><br>"F.R.I.D.A.Y?"&nbsp; Tony asked of the missing persons report.<br><br>"It's true.&nbsp; Files still open and she's assumed dead."&nbsp; The AI chimed in.<br><br>"Well, let's not blow her cover."&nbsp; Finishing his drink, he tapped the counter beside Retribution's actually quite lovely little thigh, and up popped another bottle of scotch.&nbsp; The same brand but just a different bottle.&nbsp; He uncorked it and filled his glass and offered to top up anyone who needed it.<br><br>"Now, as to the stones.&nbsp; One is under the care of a good friend of mine in Asgard.&nbsp; Another one is in the hands of another good buddy here on earth, and the third that I know about is inside Vision's forehead.&nbsp; Which, while odd is a pretty safe place."&nbsp; Tony nodded and took another drink, then an even longer one at the mention of Steve.<br><br>"Haven't scene him.&nbsp; I mean, I could find him...It's just better if we don't talk right now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>12-02-2018, 17:11:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"&nbsp; <br><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Black Panther (T'challa) - Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><hr><br>The dark-haired woman gave her friend a sideways look as he started talking about Captain America. She knew she had missed some 'news' while she was gone in Tir'Na'Nog, then again she barely kept track of the Heroes - unless they directly impacted her human life - while she was human. Now she was much more and she just leaned to the side while draining the cup. Stark spoke to his computer and Ciera smirked into her glass. <br><br>"Just because you know of, and where, the stones may be - does not mean they are actually safe. How recent has it been that you have heard from Asgard? Or any of those holding the stones. Morgan Le Fay, or others, could already be making plans to attain these items. It is better to be safe than to be sorry. I came by merely hoping you might have the information I needed in exchange for other information. You don't know anything about the woman that caused my family trouble, but perhaps you know of someone that can help me?" She asked as she wrapped her arm around her waist, taking the refill. <br><br>"Can you tell me of anyone that might have information on a Half-Fae Sorceress? I know where she is hiding at this moment, but I need information so I can find her weaknesses and take her down. Besides, the place she is at isn't exactly the easiest to get to." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>12-02-2018, 22:08:39</strong>
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				<br><div style="text-align: left;">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdLkPpj9hij_pG739DZakATvMcshVtzSDYeHrryNYx7zk0L_23NA)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> T'challa<br><strong>Name:</strong> Black Panther<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Stark Tower New York City&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tony Stark, Ciera, open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; T'challa was looking at Tony with a frown.&nbsp; 'They hadn't made up officially.'&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; Just like men to not patch things up.&nbsp; Probably Tony with his not wanting to face reality.&nbsp; He listened to him go on about the stones, that sounded like a cluster already.&nbsp; that was only 3 stones, he was sure there were more if his own legends spoke of anything.&nbsp; "Ciera...How many stones are there?"<br><br>"Vision?&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; The Asgardian, Who has the third?"&nbsp; He said looking as he finished nursing his drink.&nbsp; He tapped his leg still thinking about the present he had for Ciera.<br><br>T'challa was working on a few scenarios nothing was coming out good for either of them.&nbsp; The potential of dealing whoever this was that Ciera was trying to find was definitely going to come to a problem there were only three of them in this room.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"We may need to get in touch with them."&nbsp; He said to Tony, he knew right now Steve traveled in a certain circle.<br><br><br>(https://img00.deviantart.net/85e4/i/2017/238/5/b/t_challa_black_panther_png_by_gasa979-dblfua2.png)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 00:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://t00.deviantart.net/upEy_zAe8RV04vuxxC4a5oYM9DY=/fit-in/300x900/filters:no_upscale():origin()/pre00/21cc/th/pre/f/2015/248/f/3/drinks_with_the_bartender___tony_stark_x_reader_by_latte_to_go-d98hsmm.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br><strong>Location:</strong> North America, New York, Stark Tower.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The suit he was wearing last night...And slept in.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Goth girl and Man in Cat Suit...Strange how often those two things end up here.<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br>"I might know someone who can provided details on this Half-Fae Sorceress.&nbsp; And as for tracking her down and killing her ass, I'm with you."&nbsp; Tony could most definitely use a bounty hunt of some fae creature thing.&nbsp; It would give him something to tinker with to make weapons more attuned to killing those sort of things, and it very much got him away from the subject that T'challa was hinting at.<br><br>"Asgard is actually something of a concern.&nbsp; While there was never a live feed from it, there has always been a sort of background energy that emanated from it.&nbsp; It stopped a couple of days ago..."&nbsp; Tony left it at that and made a few quick types on the counter to send a narrow bandwidth wave towards the Asgard, just to get a response back and put aside some of these concerns.&nbsp; Tony swiped up and the message beaming off one of his satellites into space was displayed for both of them to see on a halo monitor not to far away.<br><br>"And my friend who can help Retribution is also in possession of the third stone which I know of.&nbsp; He more than anyone will likely know how many there actually are."&nbsp; Tony tossed backed his drink and, feeling the sweet and soothing burn of it, he then shook his head and gave his face a slap.&nbsp; "Alright!&nbsp; I, am going to go shower and put on a better suit.&nbsp; You," Tony said pointing at Retribution, "Stay sitting right there, looking beautiful, and have as much scotch as you want.&nbsp; You,"&nbsp; Tony said turning on his heels with double finger guns pointed at T'challa,&nbsp; "Can go find 'them', or come on an awesome hunt with us.&nbsp; Me King."&nbsp; Tony then moon walked away, finger guns blasting away before he disappeared down a hallway.<br><br>"F.R.I.D.A.Y! My most shame cleansing shower setting!"<br><br>"Yes sir."&nbsp; A pause, and then to only Retribution and T'challa, "I have blocked his signing from echoing into these rooms.&nbsp; No one should have to suffer that."&nbsp; And yes, there is deep regret in her voice that she has too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SweetSerenade</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 20:31:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51PNFKG.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Ciera Baine "Retribution"&nbsp; <br><strong>Location: </strong>North America, New York, Stark Tower<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jeans, black t-shirt, split backed leather duster, black soft leather boots. 'Wings of the Crow' Ritual Activated so large Black Crow Wings<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Tony Stark - Black Panther (T'challa) - Open<br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><hr><br>"I don't know how many stones there are, that was not information I was given. I was told that there was troubles with them, and potential dangers. That is all." The woman said as she took a deep drink from the glass, a purring hum leaving her as she licked her lips afterwards. Highly sexualized? You fucking bet. On purpose? Not likely. Ciera was a woman that just enjoyed delicious things, and the alcohol was definitely on that level of delicious that made her awakening alterantive aspects just purr in delight. She took another drink and just stared at Stark as he began to speak once more. <br><br>"You can join the hunt, but the kill is mine. I will be clear on that. Since she believes I was supposed to end her - and made her own 'death prophecy' come to fruition by facilitating my awakening... I'm goign to be nice enough to give her that death wish." She said as she drained her cup and set it down on the counter. She shifted and justed seemed to pop up with one hand on it. She sat down, perching there and crossing her legs as her wings shuffled to adjust. <br><br>"Asgard? The Norse? I need to alert Morrigan that something is amiss. The Celts may not be on the best of terms, but they still check up on occassion. If something happened than they will wish to know - or perhaps they already do and she just didn't tell me because I didn't ask." She questioned herself and the situation as a whole aloud, it was more like an inside rumination coming to the outside. "I would be very interested in meeting this 'friend'." <br><br>Her brows arched as she stayed perched on his counter now, sitting on the edge like some sort of - oh wait she was a Fae Creature - a grin on her face as he mentioned that. "As you desire, Sir. I appreciate the bottle." She said as she snatched it up rather easily - pouring herself another glass which she started to down. She had a twinkle in her eyes as Stark vanished, then she looked at T'challa - as the voice alerted her to that they were blocked the singing.<br><br>"Well, if you can complete soundproof that would work? I have some ultra sensitive ears..." She said as she flicked her ear tip and shuddered a little. "I have GOT to remember NOT to do that." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MCU AVENGERS RPG: Stark Tower, New York City</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>01-03-2018, 15:37:07</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdLkPpj9hij_pG739DZakATvMcshVtzSDYeHrryNYx7zk0L_23NA)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> T'challa<br><strong>Name:</strong> Black Panther<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Stark Tower New York City&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tony Stark, Ciera, open</span><br><hr><br>&nbsp; T'challa watched as the armored avenger left to go get cleaned up, he found his American ways amusing, to say the least.&nbsp; His body only allowed him one drink right now.&nbsp; It wasn't like this was a social call, he could definitely drink more but he was still not really among full friends.&nbsp; Tony had a tentative relationship, while he and Ciera were hopefully quickly becoming a friend.&nbsp; His dark sleek body approached her, he moved smooth and carefully like his namesake till he was standing in front of her close enough to kiss her.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have truly missed you, Ciera.&nbsp; It does my heart good to see that you are well.&nbsp; You do seem to be a bit one minded and focused on your mission.&nbsp; Do know as I said before if you need me for anything you may call."&nbsp; He said moving much closer he knew their boundaries and wouldn't cross them without her permission.&nbsp; She was his friend and he wasn't going to ruin it with other desires that were mostly one-sided probably since she was to be some deities consort.&nbsp; He did produce a phone which he gently placed in her hands.&nbsp; "As I said you are special to me and I don't wish to see harm come to you."&nbsp; He said as he held her hand and looked into her eyes.<br><br>(https://img00.deviantart.net/85e4/i/2017/238/5/b/t_challa_black_panther_png_by_gasa979-dblfua2.png)<br>&nbsp;</div>
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