Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels
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				Title: <strong>Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 21:16:44</strong>
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				<strong>Marvel Teen Avengers - Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=127069.0)<br>Marvel Teen Avengers - Out of Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112945.0)<br>Marvel Teen Avengers - Interest Check Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129850.0)<br>Marvel Teen Avengers - Game Threads (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=113311.0)</strong><br><br><strong>Note: This is an old post and a few changes have been made; The Head of Shield is not Kelly, but Director Colonel Nick Fury</strong><br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">avengers theme song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ymggv5LKpOE#)</div></div><br>An eerie silence fell over the darkened office as the show's intro ended, leaving the laptop's screen to flicker ominously as it switched to display a SHIELD logo in the background. <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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/12a891c3.jpg)</div></div><br>The faint light emanating from the laptop only partially illuminated the silhouetted figure sitting opposite it, with the slender form soon leaning back and calmly folding her arms. A curious pout crossed the figure's briefly lit lips as she considered what she'd just seen.<br><br>The Avengers cartoon was part of an ongoing campaign of propaganda, one meant to inspire and unite the young superheroes into a willing fighting force. They were to be SHIELD's unwitting sword, sharpened and ready to strike out at the enemies of the organization while simultaneously sparing the time and lives of regular agents. The only stepping stone to SHIELD's agenda was the young philanthropist and playgirl, turned armoured vigilante, Tanya Stark. Even after all the peacekeeping group had done to help her corral and protect the budding "heroes", Iron Woman remained vehemently opposed to having the Avenger program placed under their command. What Tanya didn't realize is that SHIELD didn't need, or care for, her permission. Having the Avengers work for them directly would have simply been a pleasant formality but they were perfectly capable of indirect control. They had manipulated far worse than a bunch of suped-up children...<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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/c7f45449.jpg)</div></div><br>"Director Kelly, we've reached our destination," the intercom suddenly reported, breaking the silence. The Helicarrier, a veritable flying fortress, had currently manoeuvred itself above the clouds, out of sight of the college below. With the message delivered, the lights of Kelly's office flickered to life. The director was a stoic woman with long black hair framing a tan, expressionless, face and a pair of sandy-brown eyes. She was currently outfitted in her standard, form-fitting, armour -- its dark colour matching her hair -- with her only weapon a single pistol holstered over her hip. She closed the laptop and stood from her chair at the sound of the intercom before making her way, at a determined march, to the bridge. "Prepare the camera feed, I want to know everything that happens down there," she ordered into a small headset.<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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/fb4588e1.jpg)</div></div><br>Meanwhile on the ground...<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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/e9249753.jpg)</div></div><br>The students of class two-thousand-and-eleven were all currently packed into the school's hall, waiting anxiously for the first assembly of the year to begin. They were expecting the school principal to make his appearance any second and to deliver the usual humdrum speech, which is why the hall fell into shocked silence when they were instead greeted by the strum of a guitar...<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">Welcome to the jungle By Guns N' Roses with lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr8-E8may2Y#)</div></div><br>"Welcome to the Jungle," the vocalist screamed as Iron Woman burst through the roof and slammed into the stage, landing crouched on one knee with her steel fist pressed against the floor. The platform was suddenly awash in multicoloured lights and fireworks as the steel-clad billionaire launched off the stage and flew over the gasping, wide-eyed, students, all while twirling and winding in tune with the Guns'N'Roses song; showing off her flying skills as well as her new design of the original Iron Woman armour. Unlike her usual outfit, the plunging suit she wore showed a lot more skin, enough to warrant a bit of parental hate-mail no doubt. "So worth it," she thought as she gave the students a quick wink before ending the ostentatious display with one last flip and another heavy landing on the stage amid a final explosion of fireworks and lights. <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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/fc737f65.jpg)</div></div><br>As the song died, Tanya sauntered toward the front of the platform, admiring the semi-casual whites and blues of the teens' assigned uniforms.<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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/88adaf47.jpg)</div></div><br>Placing both hands firmly on the podium, the twenty-one-year old began, "I think that's enough fun for one assembly, so allow me to simply welcome you all to Stormvalley High! I'm sure you're all going to love it here." She smiled, confident in her words. "Now, before I begin, I'd like to address a rumour I've heard floating about the halls, regarding the Avengers... All I can say is that Stark Industries is unaware of any metahuman presence within the school." She gave a moment's pause, to allow the message to sink in, before continuing, "The close proximity of the Avengers tower is merely a coincidence and the same could be said for any potential superhumans attending Stormvalley." Tanya watched the reactions of the student-body, trying to gauge whether they believed her or not, before gazing out a nearby window to the tower which stood just across the street.<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">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/1d1d126f.jpg)</div></div><br>The Avengers Tower was similar to an apartment building, with each room individually crafted to suit the desires and personality of each Avenger. As a skyscraper the Avenger tower was by far taller than any other in the city, with the glassy panelling which covered its sleek exterior topped by an ancient monument of Asgard. It stood as a picture of simplicity and style, leaving many unaware of the extensive array of weapons and sensors which hid under its plain, glistening, surface. On the inside the tower was managed by an artificial intelligence system known as Jarvis, who attended to the needs of its occupants while ensuring a secure, functional, environment. Besides supplying the Avengers with refreshments as well as guest, entertainment and relaxation rooms, the tower also maintained several training centres, gyms, mission prep areas and modes of transport. The decor also changes from one room to the next, where one might be stylized in polished marble, another could have a more wooden, rustic, appeal. This was done in the hopes of giving the more redundant areas a little more character. Tanya Stark had spared no expense and while she pretended that Stormvalley was simply another eccentric venture for the public, the truth was that it too was created for the benefit of the Avengers.<br><br>Returning her attention to the assembly before her, Stark continued, "And now I will leave you to your principal, Doctor Xander Rice, to explain the more boring details of life at Stormvalley High." With that Tanya turned to the good doctor to make an exaggerated sweep of her hand, implying that the stage was all his. Xander, a tall, lean-muscled, man with dirty blonde hair, looked less than amused by Stark's antics. His russet-coloured eyes glared at her as he stood from his chair, adjusted his white lab coat, and approached the podium. The doctor then proceeded to highlight the rules and expectations of the school in a swift, no-nonsense, tone. He seemed to want to get the assembly out of the way as much as everyone else.<br><br>As he neared the end of his speech he noted, "Finally, we will be testing a new study program where we assign certain students into groups of three, or perhaps more. You'll receive more details once the groups have been formed." What Xander had failed to elaborate on was that each group was in actuality going to be treated as an Avenger squad, to teach them the importance of team work and coordination. Once the principal was finished Tanya quickly announced the band's closing song "Highway to Hell" (an apparent joke) before flying right back out the hole she'd made on her entrance.<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">ACDC - Highway To Hell Lyrics (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrwldGJG3dQ#)</div></div><br>Many of the students started to shuffle their way out from the hall and into the courtyard, standing beneath the shade of the clouds which hid the morning sun. They chattered on excitedly about what the new year might bring, from general teen gossip to more politically orientated topics (such as the possible resurgence of Hydra). Or they simply kept to themselves, watching and waiting. A frozen yoghurt stand stood opposite the street, at the base of the Avengers building, while fields for various sport surrounded the students in the school grounds. The day was meant mostly for exploring and adjusting so nobody had to worry about class, or at least not yet.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 00:00:07</strong>
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				Mark Milton, alias Hyperion, was dressed in what he was led to believe were nice enough clothes. He wore a white polo shirt (collar absolutely not popped) tucked into a pair of tan khakis. A tasteful black leather belt cinched at the waist, and a pair of black leather dress shoes adorned his feet. <br><br>When the speeches and so forth began, Mark was in the back of the assembly. He did not feel much anxiety yet. It was more comfortable to be in the back, with few or no eyes upon him. And any concern that he would attract attention with some out of place gesture and earn eternal social ostracism was wiped away as soon as the theatrics of Iron Woman began. Her gaudy and ostentatious outfit seemed entirely in keeping with the over-the-top woman's lifestyle. Mark wondered, briefly, what measures were in place to protect the exposed areas of flesh. Nanites, perhaps? A force field? But it was a brief thought soon put out of mind as Tanya Stark tried to deny any relation between the school and the Avengers' tower. Who, really, would believe that Stark Industries would bankroll two projects so close to one another was simply a coincidence? Some, who failed to give Tanya Stark adequate credit for her intelligence, might believe that the billionaire could bungle and end up building two multi-million dollar projects next to one another without any actual intent to do so, but Mark was not so convinced. Nor that with the resources Stark Industries possessed, that they could be unaware as to the composition of the student body. It seemed far more likely that Stark knew precisely who was what.<br><br>But he simply listened, placidly, like one of the herd. He pumped his fists in time with others at the music played, and whooped and hollered when other males did at the sight of exposed female flesh. Once the assembly concluded, Mark once more joined cheering students, imitating their gestures as the Iron Woman flew off accompanied to popular musics. It was enough to make Mark wonder if Stark's theatricality was simply to feed the woman's eccentricities or if it was supposed to draw attention away from something else. Perhaps the three student model? It would remain to be seen if that was significant, but Mark could imagine something like that coming from a SHIELD brainstorming session. <br><br>Mark listened, as he shuffled out with the others. A lot of it was pap - trite, boring subject matter delivered in blandly offensive words. But they were things that Mark needed to concern himself with, learn about, and profess knowledge of if it ever came up in conversation. The subject of Hydra was interesting.<br><br>Eventually, however, he was in the sunlight and alone. The press of bodies was gone and he was simply an obstacle to be bypassed by others. Lacking any objective, Mark decided to cross the street and purchase frozen yoghurt. The flavour selected: strawberry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 00:30:36</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/9990/storm20060626053826596.jpg)</div></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">Dragon Age 2 Soundtrack HQ - Rogue Heart (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jc_xqnTKWw#ws) Everyone needs a theme song!</div></div></div><br>She had hugged her mother as she was dropped off at the new school she was to be attending. The older woman who's features she shared had fussed almost constantly with the teenager's bright white locks of hair. Her long hair had always been slightly unruly with a natural wave to it. It's length only made that waviness more pronounced. The two had clung together in an embrace for several long moments before the modestly dressed teenager had made her way to the assembly room. She sat near the middle, trying to mix in to the large crowd as best she could, though the bright cap of white hair made it rather difficult not to be noticed, at least a little. She did not make eye contact with those around her and sat quietly.<br><br>The entire loud, and at some points over-the-top presentation caused her to flinch more than few a times, it was hard to focus on the woman's word as she was expecting another explosion or something else to come bursting through the walls at any moment. The entirety of the assembly was a blur, though she does balk rather noticeably at the 'student uniforms' displayed, especially the -very- short skirt of the female student's uniform. She sighs gently and tugs at her own long, ankle-length skirt, preferring the modesty that it provided.<br><br>As the presentation came to a close and the crush of students begins to filter out of the room onto the grounds she moves with the flow of the crowd. Her clear blue eyes glance skyward into the bright morning sky. Even as the crowd moves around her she continues to look skyward. Her neck is long and slender with a soft tone to it. Long locks of wispy white hair roll and gently tussle in the breeze, as she stands perfectly still, fixated on a particular cloud.<br><br>She knew quite a lot about clouds, about wind patterns, about the sky in general. It was almost an extension of herself if she concentrated hard enough. And she remains staring at a particular bank of clouds, it's bottom slightly rippled but otherwise unremarkable.<br><br><strong>"That is odd..." </strong>She murmurs in a baritone, and thickly accented voice.<strong> "It is almost as if something is gently disturbing it from just above."</strong><br><br>Staring upwards, and unaware powerful cameras were staring -back- at her from the Helicarrier hovering well shrouded above. The young, very African woman with her white trusses of hair stands oblivious to the crowd of people around her, and relying on the fact that they could see -her- not to run into her and knock her down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 07:30:25</strong>
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				The Assembly was /agony/. Christ almighty. He'd read the bloody student handbook a week ago, and now he was just sitting in an uncomfortable chair, wearing a ridiculous uniform with over two thousand slow breathers, as they chatted about inane nonsense and toyed with their so called smart-phones. Pietro caught his leg bouncing so fast it was starting to cause a vibrational resonance through the ground. He grabbed his knee and forced himself to slow down. It would be a shame to break the school's number one rule before they even got the assembly off the ground.<br><br>Thank goodness that Iron Woman's entrance was so spectacular, because none of the nearby students had a chance to see Quicksilver's freakout when she burst through the roof. A life of paranoia made the speedster a bit skittish about certain things, and superheroes bursting through the ceiling certainly counted. By the time his mind caught up with what was going on, he'd already zipped into the hall. After a quick smack to his own forehead, he zoomed back to his seat and assumed a casual pose as the wind that followed in his wake ruffled his collar.<br><br>He managed not to lose his cool any further as the assembly proceeded at an agonizing pace, taking the time to wonder for the millionth time why he was doing this to himself. He was going to be expected to sit through classes and study groups and ... whatever else high school students did. If he did participate in athletics, he'd need to handicap himself and if he ever beat even a single student, it'd be unfair. Admittedly, he could try to do something like wrestling, but the idea of being teabagged by a guy in sweaty spandex didn't seem all that appealing. <br><br>Mercifully, the assembly ended, because not only was his patience thoroughly frayed, his stomach had begun audibly growling. He joined the slow moving queues filing out, gritting his teeth at the masses of unwashed humanity that was crowding him at every turn. The slow rasping of fabric as all the turtles around him slowly crawled across the ground was outright maddening. He waited until he could see&nbsp; the herd beginning to thin out, then was gone in the blink of an eye.<br><br>Needing to get away and clear his head, Pietro blazed off, moving faster than the eye could see, leaving a gust of cool wind in his wake. Streets flew by, filled with human statues and car sculptures, frozen in the motions of life. He snagged a bag of caramelized nuts from one vendor, a pretzel from another, and a hot dog from the third. He stopped by a new modern art sculpture and admired it for a few seconds, taking it in with a wondrous, open mouthed expression. Human were so bland, but capable of so much.<br><br>Then he was off again, heading into seedier parts of town, flashing through back alleys and trash lined streets, hunting for... yes! <br><br>The drug dealer didn't know what had hit him. One minute he's selling a bit of oxy, the next, he's in an unconscious heap. Before he'd even had a chance to fall, Pietro emptied his pockets. The drugs, firearm, knife, and wallet were dropped into a burning barrel a quarter mile away, sans bullets, which were tossed into a sewer grate, and cash, which he then used to pay all of the vendors as he ran back across town toward Stormvalley High.<br><br>Less that five minutes had passed when Pietro turned back up, smoothing his distinctive white hair back into place. He saw a fairly burly looking quarterback fellow walking along with some pinkish soft serve and smiled at the thought. Clearly, that guy is an honor student because that was an awesome idea. Pietro walked over to the frozen yogurt vendor and ordered himself a large chocolate bowl with hot caramel sauce, paying with the spoils of his quick jog. In fact, he was feeling so relieved that the assembly was over that he offered amicably to the next student&nbsp; who walked up, "Get whatever you like, it's on me." He tapped his chest and offered by was of introduction, "Pietro," in his vaguely eastern European accent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 12:47:22</strong>
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				Caroline’s mother had been an expert in makeup and its various applications.&nbsp; A local beauty, she had seen the glittering stage of many pageants in their sleepy mid-western town.&nbsp; Grace, beauty and a detailed knowledge of all things feminine was how nature had equipped her.&nbsp; In each of her daughters she had instilled that same knowledge so that they could go forth secure in their own skills.&nbsp; Each daughter able to turn a brighter side to the world, to work away with worries with the touch of a brush.&nbsp; Caroline took comfort in the ritual of makeup and took solace in the ability to take back something distinctly feminine for herself.&nbsp; Certainly there were writers and columnists that would tell her to celebrate being who she truly was, but they had never been able to beat the football captain of their high school in an arm wrestling match.&nbsp; <br><br>The trick of makeup was to look as if there was none.&nbsp; Some occasions did call for decorations, such as the infamous Smokey eye that was plastered all over television.&nbsp; Subtlety was more often than not the friend of any teenage girl; at least those were the words of her mother.&nbsp; Around her other girls had tried t o experiment with the techniques with varying success.&nbsp; Some used far too much blush to come across as clowns, while many others showed their insecurity with foundation to cover up perceived blotches.&nbsp; There was definitely an art to the practice.&nbsp; Caroline had made use of the brushes and containers to highlight the delicate structure of her face.&nbsp; Planes of her cheeks were softly brushed and made smooth with the touch of powders, a hint of blush making them draw the eye.&nbsp; The light color of red reflected on the tiers of her lips.&nbsp; Her eyes of course lined and dressed to focus an onlooker’s attention to the deep brown gaze she held.<br><br>Yet for all her work and skill, her body was the area that would draw the most attention and remarks.&nbsp; Not the hair that she painstakingly brushed each morning to give a shine.&nbsp; Each strand pulled back into her pony tail to be tied with a blue ribbon.&nbsp; Instead the height she commanded would draw the first gasps.&nbsp; Her chest would find itself eye level with many of the younger boys and her face at the same height for the older.&nbsp; Only the tallest or largest of the men could hope to stand above her.&nbsp; For the other women there was rarely anyone that could rise up to her eye level.&nbsp; Most of those women were on professional basketball teams.&nbsp; From there the nature of the comments would steadily become focused on the muscular nature of her frame.&nbsp; <br><br>Veins were cast like cords down the length of her arm while she hoisted her book bag in one hand.&nbsp; For her the satchel of books and supplies weighed near to nothing, yet the bulging pockets seemed another matter to those around her.&nbsp; Biceps flexed when she hoisted the bag upward and over a passerby.&nbsp; After the flash of lights and music, everyone’s adrenaline was pumping.&nbsp; People were pushing and moving with a gusto they had lacked before.&nbsp; A few collided with her considerable frame, registering a skirt as someone that could be easily moved.&nbsp; Their curses were a testament to the opposite.&nbsp; More than a few “excuse me sirs” touched her ears before she made her way outside the assembly.&nbsp; People were gathering near the yogurt, but she did not push into the crowd to join them.&nbsp; Instead she meandered on the outskirts, hoping the throng would dissipate so that she might indulge in what was left.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 13:57:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Hanuka McCoy was a nervous wreck on her way into the assembly that day.&nbsp; It was easy too wonder why a girl with her elegent beauty cringed about like a wallflower.&nbsp; She was tall, but only for a girl, long legged and slender with flared hips and a tapered waist.&nbsp; Her breasts filled her chest nicely.&nbsp; Hair black as coal fell too her waist.&nbsp; Her eyes were such a rich azure as to hint at purple.&nbsp; Her medium tanned skin was without blemish, and her lips rosy.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Most girls who looked like her had some inkling of what they looked like and met their peers with confidence.&nbsp; Aye, beauty was only skin deep, but crowds like this were fairly shallow to begin with, so it was easy to keep bellow the surface anxieties in reserve for when confronted directly with them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Hanuka instinctively started towards the front of the auditorium before she could catch herself, then decided too go with that instinct, remembering that the more rambunctious sort always set themselves in the back.&nbsp; If someone were going too accidentally brush against the skin beneath her knee length blue skirt, or touch her hand or face, they wouldn't do it on purpose beneath the eyes of the principle.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <em>Why a skirt, damn it?&nbsp; Why couldn't I get jeans like the boys?</em><br><br>&nbsp; Hanuka yelped then and jerked her feet back as beckpeddaling student almost stepped on her toes.&nbsp; The penny loafers on her feet were an illusion, you see, the product of a device clipped to her belt.&nbsp; Like every inch of visible skin.&nbsp; The reason for it's perfection was not lucky DNA or makeup, but a hollogram projecting an idealized version of her junior high self aged too seventeen.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Beneath it all was downy fur and elongated fingers and toes, and a simple touch would reveal it.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; By some miracle, the stressed out girl made it too a seat on the fourth row, putting her right in front of the stereo and and giving her a front row on Iron Woman's stunt.&nbsp; She screamed at the top of her lungs along with the rest of the student body.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; God, it was good to be in school again!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; *&nbsp; *&nbsp; *<br><br><strong>To Caroline</strong><br><br>&nbsp; After the assembly, Hanuka hovered around the edge of the crowd around the frozen yogurt stand when she noticed a girl who looked, from a distance, even taller than herself.&nbsp; She made her way over, shyly avoiding the noise, then approached carefully, but looked up with a shy smile when she realized that her bangs were on this girl's nose level.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; For a moment, she bit her lower lip nervously, then she offered quietly, "If you want, I'll help you duck the basket ball coach.&nbsp; I'm not sure if they'll be so interested in me anymore, but couldn't stand that I wouldn't join the team back in eight grade."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 17:47:32</strong>
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				The gaze the dark-skinned teenager had been focusing on the cloud-filled sky above is broken after several long moments. Focusing her bright blue eyes back earthwards. She follows the movement of the crowds which have parted around her. Many seemed to be flocking to the one source of refreshment readily available in the form of frozen yogurt. Her full lips purse slightly at the thought, that would not have been -her- first choice for refreshment, no something hot, like a pretzel, or a slice of pizza sounded much better.<br><br>She swallows hard once, she had always been somewhere between highly and terribly shy and this was a new school for her, in which she knew no one. The issued uniform still in it's bundle tucked underneath one of her long ebon arms was indication enough that she had not even had a chance to change yet. She begins to deliberately take a step and then another step forward. Her hips had already taken on a distinctive rounded shape, and her behind had already begun to fill out enough to press back against the long skirt she was still wearing. She was slightly taller than average for her height, a few inches shy of six feet. Which is why she was quite surprised when she stepped next to a towering woman with thickly veined arms and an impressive stature. Stopping a few inches shy of bumping into her she shifts her bright blue eyes from the large woman to the more average looking woman standing next to her as the two were conversing.<br><br>In a slightly awkward moment she suddenly pipes up, her baritone and accented voice sounding slightly out of place.<br><br><hr><br><strong>To Caroline </strong><br><em><br>"You have gorgeous hair..."</em><br><br><strong>To Hanuka<br></strong><br><em>"Oh I am so sorry, I did not mean to interrupt."</em><br><br>With that she reaches up and somewhat nervously pushes a few stray strand of her own nearly wild looking stark white locks of hair behind a single ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 18:18:23</strong>
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				People continued to move past her, to file into place for their turn at the yogurt treats.&nbsp; Caroline only allowed a frown to show her agitation that the line would become so long.&nbsp; Her youthful years wanted the results now, but her short life had taught her patience.&nbsp; Time would give her all that was needed if only she would wait for the moment to come.&nbsp; So her eyes looked on the crowd with a vacant expression until a voice interrupted her absent musings.&nbsp; Those brown eyes, soft and gentle despite the muscular stature, looked down on her.&nbsp; Caroline had a friendly nature buried in her heart, but the events of recent times had hurt.<br><br>Her mouth made to open, but then came to close when another came forward.&nbsp; The frown diminished to a faint smile as the pair of girls seemed at least comfortable enough to converse.&nbsp; Nervous energy made her bag shift on her shoulder.&nbsp; Muscles drew taunt so that more than her biceps bulged while they worked with the awkward weight of the bag.&nbsp; Yet the stance also showed the slender stomach and formed hips of her body.&nbsp; The skirt flowed nicely to keep such intimate things covered, but was short enough to also show the thickness of her legs.&nbsp; Caroline had never been much for skirts, wearing them had never been a popular option at home.<br><br>“I..thank you.&nbsp; Your hair is very pretty as well.&nbsp; Do you..umm..dye your hair that color or..?”&nbsp; <br><br>The mid-western accent was thick, forming an almost drawl to her words.&nbsp; Not so slow as from the South, but distinctly there to show her rural upbringing.&nbsp; Her voice was deep, but not near enough to be considered mainly.&nbsp; Instead the words rumbled forward as if to purr from between those full lips.<br><br>“You, were not interrupting.&nbsp; I..she..was just telling me about the basketball team.&nbsp; But I don’t think I would play very well.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 19:40:58</strong>
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				Her bright blue eyes shift between each of the women near her, and then back to the crowd near the yogurt stand for a moment. Her full, dark brown lips pull into a small smile of her own. Her rigid posture loosens slightly as part of the edginess of an initial hello melts away. At the mention of her hair she once again brings up a single long, but toned looking dark-brown arm to run delicate and elegant looking fingers, each tipped with a well groomed, pointed fingernail through the wild and fluttering locks of stark white hair.<br><br>Tugging back on the length of her ivory hair revealing the distinct v-shaped hairline she possesses for a moment.<br><br><hr><br><strong>To Caroline:</strong><br><br><em>"Oh no it is..."</em> She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought.<em> "Ujamaa... What is the English word, family? Through family, my mother tells me my grandmother had hair such as this as well."</em><br><br><strong>To Caroline and Hanuka:</strong><br><br><em>"Oh! I am Ororo, Ororo Munroe... This is my first year here. It is... nice to meet you both, I do not know anyone yet."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 19:45:14</strong>
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				Alexandria sat in the middle of the group of students, she did not wanted to stand out or stand off in the group. Her black hair resting on her face and her clothes indicating that she was just another shy girl. Taking a deep breath she sighed knowing that the person giving the boring speech wanted to get it over with as much as she did. Nobody in this school cared about those kind of things but they were nessesary things for them to say to not get in any trouble. Taking a deep breath she&nbsp; began to hear the thoughts of people around her, she wanted to do something aside from hearing the damn person up there speaking boring stuff that she would find no use for. She could tell a couple of information already from people around her, this school apparently had a lot of gifted people around so this was the perfect hunting ground for her plan.<br><br>After it was over Alex stood up and looked around, deciding to block any thoughts of people around her for now since it would become a bother if she kept it open like that. Walking to the area where the school placed some juice and some stuff to eat she smirked, "I would go to hell if I eat this but I am hungry, I guess another hour of running later on would do the trick" she told herself as she poured a glass of juice and grabbed some candy that was around the table. The place looked to be seriously high tech, it was just what you expected from stark industries and the government. She sat on a chair in a corner as she ate and studied each and every one of these people. Some would be seriously easy to control while the others would be a bit harder, she did not cared for now she would just act like she decided and learn more and more about them.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she finished off all of the small candy and the juice and stood up to throw it on the trashcan. She wanted to play the part of the shy girl as best as she could, due to her studies shy and cute girls always showed quite a interest from the male population and the females that wanted to protect them. She hummed to herself as she took a small book from her pocket and started to read through the pages. She wasn't really interested in what the book was about but most than none she was interested in what the people around her were thinking.&nbsp; From what she could see there was a girl that was strong enough to rip apart any human, a black woman that she still did not had quite what she was or her powers and a couple of other people, some of them some signs of their powers others did not.<br><br>Smiling she looked back at her book but her mind was hearing each and every one of their thoughts. Her studies would take weeks. She also did not wanted to let the grownups up to what she was or who she was. Ever since the day she ran away from the facility that kept her for studies she changed her hair color and did some other things to make herself look very different from the person she used to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 02:27:15</strong>
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				Gamoran was not treated very well on this world.&nbsp; The fact that he was asked to tell everyone he was a mutant to explain his light green skin and the yellow markings around his eyes was kind of funny in a very non-comical way.&nbsp; People assumed he was a mutant without even being told... and for whatever reason, being a mutant on this planet was considered very bad by most Terrans.&nbsp; Why they treated their superhumans with such scorn was beyond him... especially considering that they seemed to have no problem with superhumans who weren't mutants.&nbsp; So it was apparently ok to be a superhuman so long as you were not born with your powers.&nbsp; Maddening.&nbsp; He had decided that the Terrans who felt that way were idiots of the highest order, or perhaps insane.&nbsp; Ah well.&nbsp; He would put up with the stigma of being a "mutant" for as long as Captain Corsair said he needed to... oh and to do what this "SHIELD" organization told him.&nbsp; At least their technology was not as primitive as the rest of the planet's.&nbsp; As far as he understood it, their nations still used combustion engines to breech the atmosphere of their planet and had never even made it past the confines of their own star system.&nbsp; This was truly what he would call "roughing it".&nbsp; Learning the Terran "English" language was a work in progress.&nbsp; So far he had just been relying on the tiny universal translator the Starjammers had implanted in his jaw to communicate with the locals.&nbsp; <br><br>He had walked to school that day, still unsure of this strange custom.&nbsp; He wasn't going to question it too much though, since his own upbringing was... he couldn't remember.&nbsp; Damn it all, why couldn't he remember?&nbsp; He had a father... a powerful figure who taught him everything he knew, but he couldn't focus on that memory for some reason.&nbsp; The Starjammers were his family now.&nbsp; He attended the assembly... feeling a bit naked without his dagger, but he had been told that bringing a knife to school was frowned upon.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; It was safe with Ch'od for the time being.&nbsp; He fell into a fighting stance when the armored woman burst through the floor, prepared to defend himself and those present who could not defend themselves... but it seemed she was not there to threaten anyone.&nbsp; He sighed a bit, almost disappointed that he wouldn't get to see any action.&nbsp; He stood and listened until the assembly was over, making his way outside, where he could have sworn there was a guy with white hair walking a moment before out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked fully he was gone.&nbsp; Maybe he was seeing things?&nbsp; No, he doubted that.&nbsp; He would have to be more alert it seemed.&nbsp; <br><br>As he walked past a group of boys wearing letterman jackets, a few of them snickered and muttered about the "mutie" walking past.&nbsp; Gamoran was so ill accustomed to the nature of the remarks that he scarcely noticed the hurtful words.&nbsp; He continued to walk instead, moving toward the stand across the street.&nbsp; He offered thin smiles to anyone who gave him a smile or a greeting, but for the most part he seemed a bit aloof.&nbsp; As he spotted a tall guy walking away from the yogurt stand, he moved up and smiled a touch.<br><br><strong>"That substance"...</strong><br><br>He motioned to the strawberry yogurt treat.<br><br><strong>"It's for eating, yes?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oliander</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 04:24:49</strong>
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				Manhattan. This is where you go if you want to be anybody important in this city. As Spider-Man, Peter patrolled here more frequently than anywhere else, so he knew the area like the back of his hand. He passed this school on several occasions, but he never imagined he'd be attending... or that SHIELD was somehow in control of it. Traffic was hell around there this hour, so he opted getting to school his own way. Swinging in from between the city's skyscrapers, Spider-Man landed on the roof of the mansion. Setting his backpack down, he did a quick wardrobe change into his uniform. He was definitely used to that by now. Backpack secured, Peter Parker dropped from the roof into some bushes, then casually popped out and drifted into the stream of teenagers filing into the school hall.<br><br>At first, Peter regretted grabbing a front row seat, dreading the thought of some droning moron reciting something about school spirit. The music began to play, earning a raised brow from the boy. Maybe this was going to be interesting aft--<br><br><strong>"..!"</strong><br><br>His spider sense directed his attention to the roof before anybody else in the hall. Moments later, Iron Woman smashed through as the music began to wail. She landed on the stage as lights and smoke swirled around her. Then, she was in the air again, performing tight maneuvers and tricks that even Peter was a little jealous of. She also looked <em>way</em> sexier doing it than he ever will. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was shouting the loudest among the teens, grinning from ear to ear as his eyes followed the billionaire throughout the presentation.<br><br>She said some things about stuff, most of which Peter didn't hear in the slightest. Then it was over, and she gave the floor to someone who wasn't <em>nearly</em> as fun to look at. Pouting, he slouched in his seat and zoned out for the rest of the assembly. It wasn't until the sound of mass movement that he was roused from his trance, standing and joining the students as they filed out into the courtyard. He yawned as he drifted off to the side, away from the human traffic. Was this really all they had to do today? Attend an assembly? Granted it was awesome, but Peter could think of a much better way to pass the time...<br><br>On second thought, that kind of thinking was probably what caused him to fail last year in the first place. <em>Focus, Peter. Focus.</em> Sighing out, the boy continued slowly through the courtyard to go... uh, look around or something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 04:26:53</strong>
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				Mark was not paying any particular attention, but he did hear the tell-tale hints of someone moving at superhuman speed. As he was not on duty, he did not focus and listen to the details beyond the vague direction the speedster traveled in and for the cries of any victims. Without the latter, Mark simply did not care. And although he could experience the frozen yoghurt on a level that human taste buds could never reproduce, the stuff was barely a distraction - in fact, he had yet to begin to consume it. Even eating it was pointless because offered next to nothing in the way of nutritional value.<br><br>Being spoken to brought Mark into the present. His brown eyes took in the green-skinned individual, and Mark nodded. Mark smiled in turn, showing a hint of pristinely straight and white teeth. <strong>"Indeed it is. There is not much to it, nutrition-wise, but sometimes it is nice to just have something nice, right?"</strong> Mark replied, not regarding the green-skin's question as odd or oddly phrased - Mark was just socially obtuse enough not to pick up on that verbal idiosyncrasy. <strong>"Would you like to try some?"</strong> The young man offered, trying to be generous and courteous. He held the cup containing froze yoghurt out at arm's length towards the green-skin with his right hand, and a plastic spoon in a sealed plastic wrapper with his left. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 12:21:59</strong>
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				<strong>To Caroline and Ororo</strong><br><br>Hanuka found herself growing visibly flustered as she looked across at the newcomer.&nbsp; Not only was she Hanuka's own height, she was <em>drop dead gorgeous!</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The sable haired girl bit her lower lip for a moment, and then began to stammer when she realized she'd completly failed to communicate her point to the tall girl to begin with.&nbsp; <br><br>Sighing, she sagged her shoulders, but caught herself before she went into an inhumanly low crouch.&nbsp; Coming back up, she spread her hands helplessly and explained, "Actually, I was suggesting a mutual defense pact against basketball recruiters.&nbsp; Though I suppose a five foot ten girl in high school doesn't stand out the way a five foot three girl does in junior high.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 16:51:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><hr><em><strong>Gamoran and Hyperion Speaking of Yogurt and Other Important Things</strong></em><hr></div><br>Gamoran tilted his head at the large teenager.&nbsp; Something told him he was more than he seemed... call it what you like, but his instincts were rarely wrong about those kinds of things.&nbsp; Of course he couldn't be certain exactly what was off about him, but whether it be special training or superhuman abilities, he suspected there was more to him than met the eye.&nbsp; He looked down at the offered frozen treat and the spoon... then back at the big guy.&nbsp; He offered a nod and took the spoon, but left the container in the teen's other hand.&nbsp; He took the spoon and scooped a small bit of the yogurt up and proceeded to taste it.&nbsp; His eyes went wide and he blinked.<br><br><strong>"By the cosmos!&nbsp; This is... this is"...</strong><br><br>He handed the spoon back as he tried to compose himself.<br><br><strong>"Ahem.&nbsp; That was very pleasant.&nbsp; Thank you.&nbsp; I think I'll get one of my own."</strong><br><br>He sighed inwardly and turned back toward the yogurt stand... getting in line as his thoughts churned.&nbsp; <em>Damn it, Gamoran... can you try any harder to seem like an alien?&nbsp; These Terrans probably eat that... wonderful stuff every day since birth and you made it seem like you've never had it before.&nbsp; Yes, you never -have- had it before but you don't have to make it seem that way!</em>&nbsp; He waited and when it was his turn he ordered the same thing that Mark had ordered, paying with a few pieces of paper that he had been given to help him blend in.&nbsp; Galactic credits were apparently no good here, so this "money" was what he had to use.&nbsp; It all seemed silly to him.&nbsp; He took his treat and walked back over to Mark if he hadn't wandered off in the meantime, offering a nod.<br><br><strong>"You seem friendlier than most Terr- er, than most people that I've encountered here.&nbsp; My name is Gamoran."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 00:56:36</strong>
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				<hr><strong>Gamoran and Hyperion: <em>Real American</em> Heroes</strong><br><hr><br>Mark smiled while Gamoran tried it out, and smiled just a little wider at the expressions of enjoyment the greenskin gave off. There were probably ample signs that made Mark seem different to someone of Gamoran's superior training and combat sensibilities: Mark's posture lacked the subconscious fear and unawareness that human beings possessed. He was aware of his surroundings in a way that training could not duplicate, and unafraid of physical harm that came from surviving devices of such destructive magnitude that their power could only be measured in kilo- or megadeaths. All of it was fairly subtle in a way that came from learning to hide such natural gifts from those who did not have them in order to blend in. But Mark gave no indication that he regarded Gamoran's reaction as otherworldly, or even very much out of place.<br><br><strong>"You are welcome."</strong> Mark said to Gamoran before the greenskin left to fetch a frozen yoghurt of his own. He wiped off the spoon with a napkin, and began to eat in small bites. <br><br>When Gamoran returned, Mark was standing in the same spot. He returned the offered nod and smiled a little. <strong>"Thank you, Gamoran. I was raised to be, and it is unfortunate that more of my generation of Americans missed out on those lessons."</strong> Mark answered. <strong>"My name is Mark. Hopefully I will not be the high point of friendliness in your time here."</strong> The young man assumed that Gamoran was from abroad, given the name and unfamiliarity with frozen yoghurt. Not that the latter was a peculiarly odd trait for someone from the west. Mark might have asked where Gamoran came from, but it was presumptive to take it for granted that Gamoran was from a different country, and probably rude. And there was no having that.<br><br>So instead, he ventured: <strong>"What do you think of the school uniforms? The male uniform seems fine, but the female uniform seems somewhat immodest, if you ask me."</strong> Then again, Mark thought anything higher than the ankle was immodest at least to some degree.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 05:59:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Steve Rogers first tour of <del>duty</del> the school</em></div><hr><br>Steve had not been among the others who nearly created a mosh pit when the music began, in fact he had his nose buried in the school's program when he looked up only after Tonya burst in. <em>Did I sign up for this? </em>He thought as he recalled everything he had been told by the recruiters. The young man had a plan, finish school and try to get into the prestige military academies! With his new body and his high scores he hoped to get into West Point and had been told attending Stormvalley could get him the needed recommendation by one of the board members. Would it? Only time would tell, but if it was all a lie then the young man was blissfully unaware...for now. <br><br>At his old school he had been a runt for most of his life, sickly and frail but not anymore. After impressing a recruiter (a S.H.I.E.L.D operative most likely) after being denied by the marines, the army, the navy, the air force and coastguard he was about to give up when an offer came on the table. The orphaned young man had nothing back at New York, he lived with his foster parents but they where not kind people, not like his own family had been. His parents had been hard working immigrants, looking to open up their small business and live the "Dream." They opened a small bakery and made pies but the business could not grow because of Steve's poor physical health and his parent's struggle to keep him alive his first few years of life. What he lacked in brawn he made up in brain, he was a smart kid but always picked on in school. His father told him to keep his head high, to never let anyone crush him and he did but his life took a turn when a freak accident resulted in his parents dying in a blaze, leaving him alone. Besides the memories, his parents had instilled him with a code of ethics and morals that could not waver the frail young boy then and it much less the 6'2, athletically built teen now! <br><br>He did not move until the assembley was over, reminiscing on the past as the others students rushed out. Steve Rodgers would look forward from now on. The school would provide everything and one day he would repay them somehow if gratitude was not enough. Taking a final look around he leisurely strolled out with a duffel bag slung across his back, at the top the bag seemed to flare out following a round looking shape. He was dressed like all the rest, his uniform meticulously&nbsp; and carefully covering his body, perfect one might say down to his shiny shoes. While others moved across the street to grab snacks, he opted to take a one man tour of the campus.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 06:26:09</strong>
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				Her full, and slightly pillowy dark brown lips push into a small smile once again as she watches the woman of similar height across from her. Her bright blue eyes hover on her as she moves in an odd, and nervous fashion. Her own extreme nervousness at the prospect of a new school, new people, and she had hoped new friends had seeped away from her somewhat thanks to the two she was near. One seemed friendly, outgoing and accepting, the other seemed just as nervous as she was.<br><br>She turns her gaze towards the yogurt stand for a moment, the man with oddly green skin, though she was one to talk... With hair which quite unnaturally contained no pigment whatsoever. The larger seemingly aloof man that he spoke to, about what she could not even tell from this distance. Her long tresses of ivory hair begin to flutter in an un-felt breeze once again curling and waving around her with a life of it's own flowing on gentle winds unseen on the trees and plants around them.<br><strong><br>To Hanuka and Caroline</strong><br><br><em>"Oh! A sporting contest, Basketball I know that one. I prefer the one with the net, and the white ball that is hit from one side to the other until it hits the ground."</em> She responds, her baritone, exotic voice actually raising an octave with excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oliander</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 09:37:18</strong>
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				The courtyard was beautiful and spacious, there will be plenty of studying done out here. Peter was definitely digging it, but... these skyscrapers surrounding the school bring up in him urges counterproductive to his education. It only takes a second, and his mind is swinging between building, soaring through the air, coming down on some thugs in an alley and... <em>Focus!</em> Peter stopped cold, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Being out here wasn't doing him any good. If he wanted to not fail this year, he'd have to appeal to the side of him that<em> likes</em> school. There's only one place Peter could think to do that here.<br><br>Quickly, he crossed the courtyard and entered the school once more. The interior was just as impressive, and he was sure there was plenty to see, but he had a goal in mind. His wanderings led him down a few halls, around a few turns, until finally coming up to a pair of double doors. Tentatively, he pushes the doors open.<br><br>"Whoa-<em>ho</em>..."<br><br>His jaw hung open as he stepped into the school's library. It was two floors, both floors lined with packed bookshelves and tables for students to read. Leaving the doors open, Peter jogged into the library, delving into one of the aisles. Eyes scanning the spines as he walked, coming to a stop at a particular section of biochemistry. His head slowly tilted up as he looked through the books, finally spotting what he'd been looking for at the very top shelf. "Pfft, figures." Peter glanced over down the aisle to his right, then glanced over to his left, before approaching the bookshelf. Then, by only pressing his fingertips against it, Peter began to scale the bookshelf, climbing all the way to the very top. <br><br>"<em>There</em> we go..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 01:57:25</strong>
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				"Directory Kelly, I think we've been compromised," one of the officers croaked nervously, causing his fellows to turn from their own terminals and curiously glance over toward him. The poor man almost jumped out of his skin as his announcement found the director suddenly standing over his seat and peering over his shoulder. "Report," she ordered, despite the answer staring at her straight from the screen. "T-the one known as Storm... I-I'm not sure but... I think she's watching us," the officer stuttered as he motioned toward the African teen with snow-white hair and piercing-white eyes on the monitor. "Perhaps," Kelly muttered thoughtfully in response before adding, "Keep an eye on her."<br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile, amongst the hustle and bustle of students, walked a literal goddess, whose thoughts were currently distracted by the unfriendly murmurings and snickers which seemed to follow her every step...<br><br>For Avalon true beauty had always been epitomised through acts of courage and strength (in all their forms) as well as in the wisdom to wield such, especially when in battle or to protect those dear. Unfortunately, much of the modern world didn't seem to agree with the powerfully built Goddess, with many likening her to a male; a backhanded implication that she did the average female no credit. Being a woman of good humour, the Asgardian didn't pay such jests much mind. Instead she watched with amusement as the very same mortals fawned over the weak wisps of women which adorned magazine covers and billboards. To her the world of men had become a mere shadow of its former self. She couldn't deny that even in Asgard there were men who coveted a more slender women, such as the elves, but at the very least the women of Asgard and the dwarven kingdom, Nidavellir, were given their due respect. <br><br>Avalon stood as a picture of godly perfection with a frame taller than any model and a flawless peaches-and-cream complexion which wrapped tightly over the rippling bulges of her biceps, rock-like abs and powerful thighs. And yet she was still no gem to the common human, even with a chest most men would likely ogle on any other woman, deep crystal-blue eyes, naturally glistening lips and short golden hair. Her only, yet apparently critical, "flaw" was her warrior's physique, something she wouldn't relinquish for all the boy-toys in the world. Even so, despite her imposing height and musculature, Avalon's gentle nature emanated from her like an aura; apparent in her tender, deliberate, motions and placid gaze. It was as if she treated the humans around her, powered or not, like helpless kittens; to be coddled and cared for. It was obvious enough that many would even dare to snigger behind her back as they pointed out her form or the ancient Mjolnir-hammer tied to her hip while muttering something along the lines of "hammer time" or some other tirelessly used innuendo.<br><br>The Goddess of Thunder had to bare with such commentary as she left the Stormvalley assembly, with her only reaction a small frown and disapproving shake of her head. SHIELD had warned her that the hammer might draw attention and even asked her to leave it behind, to conceal her identity. Avalon at first refused... on both accounts. As a warrior of Asgard she did not believe in hiding and disguises; trickery which was worthy more of her brother Loki. And she certainly didn't see the wisdom in leaving a sacred weapon with a group of complete strangers. In the end however the two parties reached a compromise, with Avalon keeping her hammer but donning the attire of an "average" human. She currently wore a sleek, black, leather jacket which opened in the front to reveal a short, grey, tank-top. Around her waist she kept a thick, black, belt (which she tied Mjolnir to) with a silver buckle moulded into the shape of a curled dragon. The belt in turn hung over a pair of dark, latex, pants which seeped into her similarly-coloured, knee-high, goth boots.<br><br>Once out of the Stormvalley structure and lost in her thoughts, the Asgardian almost found herself walking over a young man. She had come to a stop just in time but still felt the need to apologise, unaware of the fact that the teen (known as the amazing Spider-Man to some) likely sensed her presence long before any possible collision. As the Goddess of Thunder glanced down, she noticed with disdain the uniform the leanly built boy was wearing. SHIELD had tried to force Avalon into a similar attire but had luckily found nothing that could fit, even amongst the male uniforms. To the Asgardian Peter Parker seemed like your average teen with boyish good looks topped off with a neat, russet-coloured, do and a somewhat bored look. As far as she could tell, there was nothing overtly spectacular about the teen and he seemed to carry himself with a certain timidity; not unlike a young Loki. Still, this didn't excuse the Asgardian's lack of focus.<br><br>Avalon was about to express her regret when the young man suddenly started toward the school building, his mind clearly lost as she watched him rub his eyes before beginning his swift walk. She had to wonder if he'd even noticed her presence. It was almost disconcerting how much she sometimes blended in with the humans. With Peter Parker gone, the Asgardian decided to see what the fuss was about across the street. All she could tell from her vantage was that a vendor of sorts was dealing in a type of frozen earth delicacy. The line appeared frustratingly long however and by the time she came close the goddess was already having second thoughts. Instead she found her attention drawn to a second peculiarity. Amidst all the students, a small group was forming.<br><br>With her interest piqued, Avalon approached the trio, Storm, Beast and Colossus...<br><br>"Greetings mor-" Avalon held her tongue before she could finish, suddenly remembering a bit of parting advice on SHIELD's part. It would be difficult to maintain a disguise if she continued playing the role of a god, although most didn't seem to believe it even when she freely announced her heritage. The extended and hearty laughter of SHIELD agents continued to ring in her ears as she remembered the last time she discussed the topic. <br><br>"I apologise if I am interrupting but I wished to have words with you," she stated bluntly as her focus turned to the only woman she could meet eye-to-eye amongst all the others. Even in Asgard very few could match the thunder goddess in height and build and so when she spotted the colossal woman amongst all the others, she couldn't pass the opportunity to say hello. While she spoke directly to the dark-haired amazon, Avalon wasn't ignorant of the others in the group. The two, Storm and Beast, shared a height, flawless features and apparently mood (since both currently appeared a little flustered) but otherwise the teens were like night and day. The raven-haired Caucasian maintained the subtle lines of muscle which defined an athlete. And while the teen with skin of ebony and hair of silver lacked such toning, Avalon could sense something else, a familiar but powerful spark.<br><br>As for the mountain among the hills... <br><br>A small part of Avalon was curious as to the type of person such a strong figure might hide. Her deep brown eyes did betray a touch of gentleness but the Asgardian could have said the same of her brother before he'd gone mad. However, it wasn't simply the young woman's personality or the question of how she used her strength which drew the goddess. It was the sight of a challenge and the competitive nature of the Asgardian to test herself against such an obviously strong human. "I am Avalon," she held her hand out in greeting as she introduced herself, with a curious smile playing across her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 02:01:13</strong>
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				<strong>Logan walks from the football field to the courtyard</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>Far away from the hall, on the 50-yard line of the football field, one of the new male senior students lay on his back on the perfectly manicured green grass, staring at the partly cloudy but otherwise perfectly blue sky.&nbsp; Something didn't seem right, something besides the head cheerleader lying on her side next to him, laying her head on his shoulder.<br><br>She was as American as apple pie and had the classic girl-next-door look.&nbsp; She was Miss Popularity, the future prom queen, and as boring and fake and mean as the stereotype she followed in countless high school movies and TV shows marketed to teens.&nbsp; She was the girl every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be.<br><br>And she was boring as fuck.<br><br>She started rolling on top of him, straddling one of his thighs, pressing her perfect, perky breasts against his chest, kissing his neck with her soft, full lips.&nbsp; Her short skirt hiked up, exposing her white and blue striped side-tie panties with a wet spot at the center of the cleft over her mound.&nbsp; He sighed and rolled his eyes, keeping his hands clasped under his head, not allowing her to interrupt his observations above.&nbsp; Her lips moved up his neck to his cheek.<br><br>"Mmm, Logan..."<br><br>If only she were someone else, like the tall, strong girl with the perfectly feminine face and hair out of a shampoo commerical, or the exotic African girl with the silky white hair, or the blue-eyed brunette that looked a little too good to be true but seemed like she had a hidden side to her.&nbsp; He sniffed each of them in passing and detected strength, power and character coming from each of them.&nbsp; They may have secrets, but at least they seemed real and genuine, unlike the girl he had just picked up who was on top of him within minutes of meeting her.<br><br>"I've never done it on the school logo in broad daylight, Logan," she said, straightening up, mounting his his, opening up her blouse.<br><br>He gently pushed her off.&nbsp; "I'm going to head back."&nbsp; He said nothing more, just standing up and making his way to the courtyard.&nbsp; The girl would have been put off if any other guy did that to her, but she couldn't resist his bad boy qualities, from the irreverent way he wore his uniform to his 5 o'clock shadow to his long sideburns.&nbsp; She followed him, like a lost puppy.&nbsp; <br><br>Along the way with his female acquaintance behind him, he passed by a couple of other male students.&nbsp; One of them looked like he was Mr. All-American Dream, tall and built and muscular, the type that the leggy busty blue-eyed blonde Miss Head Cheerleader should meet.&nbsp; They would go to the same college, get married, spawn 2.5 kids, drive a mini-van, and share a house surrounded by a picket fence.&nbsp; <br><br>Then there was the smaller brown-haired kid who was heading to the library.&nbsp; Classes hadn't even started and he was already doing research.&nbsp; Logan should have passed the cheerleader off to him.&nbsp; Maybe he could study her.<br><br>At the courtyard, he spied the very trio of females he was just thinking about earlier.&nbsp; None of the other students seemed to have the guts to talk with them.&nbsp; Just as he was about approach them to chat them up, a bunch of football players got in his way.<br><br>"Hey, you!"<br><br>Logan stopped, looking up at the captain of the football team... and all of his offensive line.<br><br>The quarterback continued.&nbsp; "That's <em>my</em> girl."<br><br>Logan smirked, putting his arm around the head cheerleader.&nbsp; She smiled, beaming.<br><br>"You mean... <em>this</em> girl?"<br><br>A crowd started forming.&nbsp; "Ooooh!" said some onlookers.<br><br>The football player nodded.&nbsp; "Yeah, her."<br><br>Logan put her hand on her shoulder, then moved her back toward him.<br><br>"You know what?" asked Logan.<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"I was just borrowing her.&nbsp; I'll let you have her back.&nbsp; She... ain't much of a kisser."<br><br>"Oooooh!" said the crowd.&nbsp; The girl's jaw dropped.<br><br>Logan continued.&nbsp; "Which probably means she ain't much of anythin' else either."<br><br>"OOOOOH!!!"&nbsp; Tears started welling up in her eyes from being embarassed and humiliated in front of the students who idolized yet despised her.<br><br>"There," said Logan.&nbsp; "Happy?"<br><br>"No," said the quarterback, moving the cheerleader behind him, who was demanding that the guy she cheated on now defend her honor.<br><br>Logan asked, "What, you didn't get what you wanted?"<br><br>The quarterback responded by taking off his letterman's jacket.&nbsp; His teammates did the same.<br><br>Logan continued, "Or did you want something else?"<br><br>The players, six of them, started rolling up their sleeves.<br><br>"Oh," said Logan, "So you <em>do</em> want something else."&nbsp; He started patting himself down, like he was looking for something.&nbsp; "I think they're here somewhere."&nbsp; He checked his pants pockets.&nbsp; "Ah," he said, nodding, "here they are."<br><br>He took one hand out of his pants pocket and made a fist.&nbsp; <br><br>He took the other hand out of his other pocket and made another fist.<br><br>"<em>Here</em> they are.&nbsp; Come and get 'em, bub."<br><br>He smiled.<br><br>The players made their move.&nbsp; The linemen went first.&nbsp; <br><br>The first one rushed Logan, grabbing his shirt and lifting him up in the air, smashing him into a tree.&nbsp; Logan landed hard, then fell to his knees.&nbsp; The crowd gasped.&nbsp; <br><br>"What's the matter?" coughed Logan, "can't fight your own battles?&nbsp; Need your peons to do the dirty work for you?"<br><br>One lineman grabbed him from behind.&nbsp; The other linemen took turns softening him up, punching him in the stomach over and over again.&nbsp; Finally, they let him go, dropping Logan to the ground.&nbsp; The quarterback got on top of him.<br><br>"This is what you get for messing with my girl," said the quarterback, bring his arm back.<br><br>He grabbed Logan's hair and punched him square in the face as hard as he could, then grabbed his own hand in pain.&nbsp; "I... I think I broke it," said the quarterback.<br><br>"Gonna be kind of tough throwing a touchdown, bub," said Logan, suddenly unscathed, dusting himself off.&nbsp; He pushed the linemen out of his way and joined the three girls he had his eyes on, along with a newcomer.<br><br>He was easily the shortest of the group.&nbsp; "Avalon, huh?&nbsp; Name's Logan."&nbsp; He looked at the other three girls, the cut on his mouth healing before their eyes.&nbsp; His bloody smile became a set of perfectly white teeth with slightly protruding fangs.&nbsp; "And what are your names?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 02:53:57</strong>
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				Crystal blue eyes shift between the growing crowd of women for a moment. She had begun to feel like easily the smallest woman in the group. Her eyes where on level with one of the dark-haired women, but she lacked any of the tone and apparent nimbleness. She glances down after a moment at her now slender dark brown arm. She trails off as she spoke the woman across from her, at the approach of yet another tall, and very muscular looking individual. She allows her eyes to travel the length of the newcomer's form. She was absolutely -breathtaking-.<br><br>She had caught herself looking in silence at the women around her as often as she look at the men, mostly stealing glances from afar, or quick looks accompanied by a swift turn of her head to mask her glance. Though this time she stares for several moments, an almost unearthly beauty surrounds the newcomer.<br><br><strong>To Avalon:</strong><br><br><strong><em>"You are not interrupting..."</em></strong> She begins in her baritone, accented voice. <strong><em>"We were just...."</em></strong><br><br>The sound of a tussle, of bodies hitting bodies, and the grunts and wet 'thumps' of fist-fighting draw her attention beyond the almost visionary young woman. The short-lived scuffle dissolving almost as soon as she looked over her clear blue eyes instead focus on the short young man who had emerged from the scuffle and was approaching them.<br><strong><br>To Logan:</strong><br><em><strong><br>"Ororo..."</strong></em> She points to herself, in way of introduction, her full, pillowy lips pressing into a disapproving, though strangely cute frown at the scuffled appearance of the newcomer male.<em><strong> "Was that fight -really- necessary?"</strong></em> She finds herself asking well before her common sense jumped in to tell her 'don't ask, it is none of your business.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 03:16:49</strong>
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				<hr> <div align="center"><strong><em>Gamoran Spots His Match in a Goddess</em></strong></div> <hr><br><strong>"I'm sure there will be others who don't seem to share the unbelievably ridiculous prejudices regarding those of a different genetic makeup that so many seem to have around here."</strong><br><br>Gamoran offered a nod in reply to Mark... and he was about to say more when he spotted the imposing girl with the hammer at her side.&nbsp; He blinked at her and watched as she made her way over to a group of other girls... all of who made his instincts scream that they were anything but mundane; but the one with the hammer, she was different.&nbsp; The way she moved and carried herself... he had no doubt that she was every bit as proficient a fighter as he was, and that was quite impressive.&nbsp; That hammer... his senses were sharp but even still he couldn't make out what was written on the side of that hammer.&nbsp; Somehow, he suspected it was not writing that would be unknown to him.&nbsp; He turned back toward Mark with an apologetic smile.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry... I got distracted there.&nbsp; Uh, the uniforms?&nbsp; They are sufficient, I suppose.&nbsp; I'm told that 'skirts' are what is standard for females around here.&nbsp; I suppose though that a skintight uniform would be more efficient."</strong><br><br>The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end just then and he spun around, combat senses kicking in even before the first punch was thrown.&nbsp; He crouched ever so slightly and prepared to defend himself, but instead saw the spectacle of Logan being beaten up... or so it was meant to appear.&nbsp; He narrowed his eyes and watched very carefully.<br><br><strong>"Hrm.&nbsp; That one can fight a lot better than he lets on.&nbsp; A -lot- better."</strong><br><br>He continued to watch as Logan, 'beaten', went about walking over to the other group... he shook his head.<br><br><strong>"That seemed pointless.&nbsp; Why not show those children who is truly superior?&nbsp; I don't understand you Terrans sometimes"...</strong><br><br>That last part slipped out unintentionally... and he didn't seem to notice that he had said anything he shouldn't have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 04:48:34</strong>
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				<hr><em>Mark Milton, whose true super-power is Class 100 Aloofness</em><br><hr><br>Mark had his neck slightly bent forward, reducing marginally the distance required to bring the frozen treat to his lips. Whereas the others were rather smitten with the real, living goddess, Mark was somewhat unflappable. He looked at the nordic blonde from the corner of his eyes, and wondered how best to react to her. On the one hand, her musculature seemed like it would render her attractive only to a subset of males, but the more typical feminine features seemed as though they would possess a much broader appeal. Mark tentatively decided to classify her under, 'golly, she's a looker!' It would have to do if it ever came up.<br><br><strong>"Oh, not to worry, chum. Who could blame you, with a looker like that? I sure could not!"</strong> Mark replied in the face of Gamoran's apology with friendly chipperness and good, down-home acceptance. He gave a light-hearted chuckle, and listened to Logan's . . . incident. He shook his head slightly, sooner than Gamoran did. Mark had heard the exchange between Logan and the girl, so far out of earshot, and had a good idea what was coming. And when it did, Mark found himself shaking his head because he was disappointed to be correct. <strong>"I am afraid I do not much understand that kind of macho-man stuff either, Gamoran."</strong><br><br>Mark looked up, unnecessarily, and looked over to where Logan stood with a group of young women. What he knew of humanity told him they were all rather stunning young women. <strong>"That is an interesting observation, chum. Do a bit of the old fisticuffs yourself?"</strong> Mark inquired coolly, more curious about the sound it had made when Logan had been punched in the face. A glance confirmed what his hearing led him to suspect: a skeleton laced with metal. Now that was a funny thing. The implications were many, but it was in itself not something that Mark considered outside the realm of possibility. His cursory knowledge of xenology and the existence of Stark tech really made grafting metal to a human skeleton fairly mundane; it was more a bit of wonder as to who was responsible. <br><br>Idly, Mark tapped his plastic spoon against the plastic cup containing the melting pink yoghurt, no longer frozen. He let the spoon rest in the cup and he smoothed a hand through his brown hair. Taking a glance upward, Mark looked for the first time at the SHIELD helicarrier, wondering if perhaps that the individual with the metal skeleton was one of their inserts. The sound of the ship's engines had been something he was aware of before the assembly when the craft was maneuvering into position, and its presence seemed to lend credence to the idea that Stark had been lying through her teeth about the school's proximity to Avengers' Tower. <strong>"Some humans, Gamoran, if you knock them down, kick them, and humiliate them . . . it just makes them hungry for revenge. And they will pursue that revenge, against all reason, and out of all proportion to the original slight. I would not be surprised if the quarterback tried something in the future."</strong><br><br>It did not go unnoticed how quickly Gamoran reacted to the violence, or the use of the word 'Terran.' But Mark made nothing of it. It would be just rude. His gaze shifted back over to the young women and Logan.<br><br><strong>"Would you like to go speak to the little group forming?"</strong> Mark asked neutrally, tilting his head in their direction. <strong>"They sure do seem like an interesting bunch."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 05:22:00</strong>
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				“Volleyball…”<br><br>The words were spoken with an absence to them.&nbsp; Around them the crowd had only grown with steady enthusiasm and pressure.&nbsp; Unease forced her to shift again as the looks on her became more apparent.&nbsp; Her flesh was tanned with an obvious favoring toward her arms and shoulders, much like anyone that worked in the sun.&nbsp; Fingers that had found abuse from the gym and the work of her family twisted around the strap of her bag.&nbsp; Along her cheek a muscle flickered, flexing so that her face took on a much darker feel.&nbsp; Eyes found too many condescending grins turning her way and her ears found the hint of distaste in conversation forming around her.&nbsp; The look only deepened before she found the other woman that stood at her height and size.&nbsp; <br><br>Confidence radiated from the other woman.&nbsp; A strength that was not tied to her physical body, but rather to a personal knowledge.&nbsp; Caroline found herself immediately envious of that inner reserve.&nbsp; All her life she had hidden from the taunts and insults, fearful of what might happen.&nbsp; Somehow she knew that this woman would relish in what would result, would indeed call forth such a fate.&nbsp; There would be no hiding for her.&nbsp; Those eyes took in the essence of the woman, examining her admirable physique.&nbsp; Then her brow knitted together when she noticed the hammer at the woman’s side.&nbsp; Such an odd thing to carry around at school.&nbsp; Still, she seemed friendly enough.&nbsp; The offered hand was taken in her grasp for a shake, though the grip was kept weak.&nbsp; Caroline had learned early on to not apply much pressure on another’s hand.<br><br>Her mouth opened to speak before the sound of violence caught her ear.&nbsp; Immediately her attention turned toward the multitude of men focused on only one.&nbsp; The straps of her bag were forgotten, dropping the weighted satchel to the concrete.&nbsp; There was a moment of hesitation only because the shorter man seemed to quickly subdue his opponents with an odd maneuver, blocking the fist with his face.&nbsp; Most people would have been felled by such a strike, especially when they didn’t seem intent on brushing off the strike or even defending themselves.&nbsp; Instead the attacker was the one left in pain while the shorter man just walked away.&nbsp; That his lip seemed to get better before her eyes only made her trip over the words even more.<br><br>“I…err..ummm…I’m Caroline.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 12:07:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; The brunette bit her pale pink lower lip and twitched nervously when she saw that her poorly phrased offer was now taking Caroline to uncomfortable mental places.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Her jaw dropped when another girl just as magnificent as Caroline joined them, making her feel simultaneously as if she were part of something amazing and as if she should crawl away and bury her head in the sand.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Her introduction was interupted by a rather large brawl and she pondered interceding.&nbsp; She knew most boys wouldn't thank a girl for stepping into their fight, but he was clearly taking such a pounding that she finaly took three strides towards the fight when she clearly saw the 'finishing blow'.&nbsp; The girl grinned, then gave an alto chuckle.&nbsp; <br><br>Backing up to the crowd as the tough kid joined them, she bowed in asian fashion.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; I'm Hanuka McCoy."&nbsp; She didn't offer her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"That was very clever Logan.&nbsp; The forehead ridge is the hardest part of the human body.&nbsp; That must have hurt a great deal, but since you never threw a strike the principles can't accuse you of fighting."&nbsp; She politely left unsaid how she'd seen the split in his lip heal.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 00:59:42</strong>
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				<hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Carol at Stormvalley High</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/5007/katherineheiglbiography.jpg)</div>The young blonde superheroine had sat at the front of the assembly off to the side. She stayed there throughout the entirety of it with a notebook in hand and a satchel at her side. She seemed as though she were taking notes but in reality she had heard these sorts of "welcome to.." speeches before and was sure it was the same as always. She did write a few things down however. Making note of each person at the assembly that she saw. What they looked like, what they wore or rather how they wore their uniform, how they reacted to the presentations, and just overall little quirks she noticed. It wasn't an overly suspicious thing she did, just casting casual glances and writing as it would likely make for good characters in her book she was writing.<br><br>Once the assembly came to a close, she tucked her notebook and pencil away in her bag. There were a few people left that she shuffled out with. She made note of those who stayed to the very end and would have to write that down later. Giving anyone who looked at her a smile and a thank you to those who opened the door for her or stepped out of her way. Carol was a polite young woman and would do the same for others if given the chance.<br><br>Once outside she glanced around at those that lingered about and pushed back her long blonde hair from her shoulders. She wore her uniform to perfection. Each pleat in order and each button in place. She was very orderly with her uniform. She had tucked her hair back in a clip out of the way but left a few tendrils loose to frame her face. Her bright blue eyes were lightly lined in dark eyeliner and her lips painted with a sheer soft red gloss. She stepped off to the side to settle on a bench in the sun and watch the others students for the moment. Making friends with some would come next, but for now she just wanted to observe them and see who would group up with who.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 01:32:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112961.msg4924637#msg4924637">Quote from: Cold Heritage on 14-07-2011, 04:48:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Oh, not to worry, chum. Who could blame you, with a looker like that? I sure could not!"</strong> <br><br><strong>"I am afraid I do not much understand that kind of macho-man stuff either, Gamoran."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gamoran didn't seem to catch the implication that he somehow found the giant woman attractive.&nbsp; For certain he admired how she moved... how her muscle motion told him volumes about her martial capabilities, but he would admit he preferred a much more feminine looking woman.&nbsp; The translator was having a hard time with the word 'macho' since it was essentially slang.&nbsp; Since he really couldn't understand the context of the phrase, he chose to remain silent about it for now.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"That is an interesting observation, chum. Do a bit of the old fisticuffs yourself?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He nodded a touch, his lips curling into a dark smile.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"You could say that I know how to handle myself."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Some humans, Gamoran, if you knock them down, kick them, and humiliate them . . . it just makes them hungry for revenge. And they will pursue that revenge, against all reason, and out of all proportion to the original slight. I would not be surprised if the quarterback tried something in the future."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He nodded absently at this... mentally noting how Mark referred to humans as though he weren't one of them.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; He cast a glance up at the taller man and pondered his words, finally speaking coldly in return.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Revenge isn't necessarily a bad thing, Mark.&nbsp; Some people deserve to die."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Would you like to go speak to the little group forming?"</strong> Mark asked neutrally, tilting his head in their direction. <strong>"They sure do seem like an interesting bunch."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gamoran nodded once more.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"That they do.&nbsp; Perhaps we should go and say hello."</strong><br><br>He moved to make his way over to the group but was distracted for a moment by the appearance of the very much more to his tastes blonde girl.&nbsp; Wow.&nbsp; He blinked and stared for a moment longer than he meant to, nearly walking into the group of females and Logan.&nbsp; He managed to gracefully stop himself, stepping back to give them a semblance of personal space before he spoke, his face emblazoned with a polite smile as his attention was now fully on the group.<br><br><strong>"Greetings, Ter- er, fellows.&nbsp; My name is Gamoran."</strong><br><br>He motioned to Mark, whether he came with his to the group or not.<br><strong><br>"This is Mark."</strong><br><br>He grimaced inwardly at the slipup... gah!&nbsp; He needed to stop with the 'Terran' stuff or he was going to blow his cover.&nbsp; The green skinned 'mutant' watched them all, awaiting a reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 05:09:01</strong>
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				<strong>"Hmmm."</strong> Was Mark's reply. He followed a few steps after Gamoran, standing tall and straight. The young man looked around, not truly finding much to hold his interest but noting details with superhumanly precise senses. Although the new blonde was noted, Mark was not entirely sure what to make of her beyond that she was observant and probably attractive to her fellow humans. Being behind Gamoran by several steps, he was in no danger of knocking anyone over.<br><br>Taller than everyone assembled, Mark was also no stranger to the muscles department. Although he was no Hulk, Mark was built solidly and strongly. The young man had the good sense to dress in clothing tailored to his size, however, so there was no strain of fabrics over the muscled form of the young alien. Even his collar was comfortable around his thick, strong neck. His free hand rose, and he gave everyone a small nod and wave as Gamoran introduced him. Everyone was treated to a small smile that showed a little bit of white teeth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 16:31:05</strong>
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				<strong>Logan gets to know some students better</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Was that fight -really- necessary?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Wouldn't call that a fight, Ororo.&nbsp; More like six guys beatin' up one guy.&nbsp; As for 'necessary,' <em>they</em> got in <em>my</em> face and <em>they</em> started gettin' physical with <em>me</em>.&nbsp; What would you have done?&nbsp; Walk away?&nbsp; They'd come after me again 'cause that's what they do - prey on who they perceive as weak.&nbsp; Or fight back?&nbsp; Then all of them would be going to the hospital for worse injuries, not just one of 'em with a broken hand.&nbsp; And then that leads to a whole bunch of new problems.&nbsp; If they come after me again, that's just real stupid on their part."<br><br>He was addressing the group, but mostly Ororo.&nbsp; But for the next sentence, he turned to Caroline.<br><br>"I've always been picked on 'cause of my size, my appearance.&nbsp; Sometimes you have to make them respect you, even if you're different.&nbsp; Ain't that right, Caroline?"<br><br>He kept his eyes on the face of the girl.&nbsp; He looked at one of her eyes, then the other, then her lips as she spoke, then at her eyes again.&nbsp; He wasn't staring at her like she was a freak.&nbsp; He was looking at her like someone admiring a work of art.<br><br>Logan then looked over at the two male students that were talking about him.&nbsp; He narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously, then returned his attention to the girls he joined.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; I'm Hanuka McCoy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Logan returned the gesture.&nbsp; He was standing with his feet shoulder width apart and his hands at his sides.&nbsp; He put his feet closer together and bowed at the waist.&nbsp; "<em>Ohayō gozaimasu</em>, Hanuka-<em>san</em>."&nbsp; His words meant "good morning" and the honorific he attached to the end of her name meant he was addressing her as a an equal.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That was very clever, Logan.&nbsp; The forehead ridge is the hardest part of the human body.&nbsp; That must have hurt a great deal, but since you never threw a strike the principals can't accuse you of fighting."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"My whole head is pretty hard, actually.&nbsp; Been called thick-skulled more than once... but never more than once by the same person."<br><br>When Gamoran and Mark came over and joined the group, Logan put out his hand to each of them to offer them firm, friendly handshakes.<br><br>"Name's Logan.&nbsp; Here we have Ororo, Caroline, Hanuka and Avalon."<br><br>While they continued chatting, there was a commotion nearby.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's him, the short one."&nbsp; It was the quartback from earlier, except now he was with all of his football team, not just his linemen.&nbsp; There must have been at least 20 players wearing Stormvalley jerseys over their uniforms.&nbsp; <br><br>"That guy took you and the whole offensive line on without throwing a punch?" asked one of the players.&nbsp; <br><br>"The one with the freaks?" asked another.<br><br>"Yeah, with the white-haired chick."<br><br>"And the big muscled dykes."<br><br>"And the emo fruitcake with the green skin."<br><br>"Alright, let's take them on.&nbsp; They look weird, but they're not metahumans.&nbsp; Stark said so."<br><br>Logan turned to the group.&nbsp; "This ain't your fight.&nbsp; I don't expect you to help out."<br><br>The quarterback spoke to Logan.&nbsp; "You think you can steal my girl and break my hand and get away with it?&nbsp; You got another thing coming.&nbsp; Get him, boys."<br><br>Logan faced the mob and got into a fighting stance.&nbsp; "Let's get it on, 'boys.'&nbsp; Got plenty fer all of ya."<br><br>He wondered what his new acquaintances were going to do.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 17:33:49</strong>
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				She fixed her vibrant blue eyes onto the shorter man as he spoke. He cast himself quite well in the role of the injured party, and indeed she saw quite clearly how he was held and hit by the large letter-jacket wearing boys. But she -also- saw the cheerleader whom was standing next to him and then ran to the group crying. She could not hear what happened, but the sight of a girl running away from him in tears stuck with her.<br><br>She pursed her full, dark lips for a moment with her eyes narrowed as she begun to speak. She was only able to utter a syllable before the group of similar letter-jacket wearing men walked up to the group. She had a good idea of where this might be going, and also knew that any sort of confrontation with humans right -here- was a very bad idea.<br><br>She steps forward from the small group which was talking, and moves towards the group that was closing in. She spreads her arms out as talk of 'get them' begins to spread through the group of letter-jacket wearing men.<br><br><strong><em>"Come now, there is really no need for that."</em></strong> She address the group of players in her deep baritone voice. <em><strong>"Perhaps we should all calm down and discuss this before things escalate?"</strong></em><br><br>She hoped, greatly that cooler heads would prevail, or who -knows- what may happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 19:12:07</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Carol helps Ororo </strong></span></span><br><hr><br>Carol had saw the football players begin to make their way over. She knew from the size of that group something was going to start. With a slight shake of her head she tugged her satchel over her shoulder more and stood up. Making her way over toward the group, she heard the words exchanged and rose a slender shaped brow. Nodding in agreement to the white haired female she moved to stand near her and glanced to the group of boys as well as Logan.<br><br><strong>"Yes. Fighting will get you all expelled and then I believe none of you will be able to play football. How will that help you out? Not to mention if you don't see a doctor soon, your hand won't heal properly and you'll never be able to play ball again. You might wanna rethink this situation and get taken care of before it escalates into something you don't want."</strong><br><br>She gave them all a beaming bright smile and tugged her bag onto her shoulder a bit more before shifting her hips a bit. It wasn't a great idea to bust out a fight with normal people, especially if things got too heated and others forgot their place. Carol would do her best to help diffuse the situation and hoped that the white haired girl was equally on target with her as she seemed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 22:35:21</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Carol and Ororo, the level headed ones.</span><br><hr><br>The white-haired, dark-skinned girl glances to her side as someone steps next to her, and speaks. She finds herself twisting her head to glance at the newcomer. She was utterly -gorgeous-. Standing for several moments, the ordeal escaping her mind for the duration she admires the feminine, and chiseled profile of the newly arrived blond woman. Dark eyes, a perfect creamy complexion along with carefully styled golden hair.<br><br>Many of the males she had noticed where captivated by the large, well muscled blond woman with the hammer at her hip. And while she found the taller woman friendly and personable she was not quite as attractive as this newly arrived woman was, to her at least. She allows her clear blue eyes to dip downward for a moment and appraise the perfectly kept school uniform that was worn by the similarly tall blond. Every piece of the fabric hung perfectly on her form, a distinctly feminine form at that.<br><br>Her silence breaks as she realizes she -had- been outright staring at the newcomer, she turns her face back towards the group of letter-jacket wearing men, her full, pillowy lips spreading into a small smile to match the friendly attitude of the other woman standing in between the two groups.<br><br><em><strong>"Please, listen to my friend... There is nothing to be gained by anyone for continuing this standoff."</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 00:37:17</strong>
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				<hr><em>Mark Milton, the Avenger with boundless faith in mankind's nobility and man's capacity for compassion towards its fellow man.</em><br><hr><br>Mark shook Logan's hand when offered, matching the firmness and strength of it. He added a nod. <br><br><strong>"It is too late for that."</strong> Mark said softly as Ororo questioned the necessity of what was about to happen. The time for talk was long past. That time had been during the initial conversation, when the quarterback was sticking up for the . . . 'honour,' such as it was . . . of the cheerleader Logan had rejected. With a flick of the wrist, Mark tossed the remnants of his frozen yoghurt over and into a waste bin, and then crossed his arms. It was hard to tell who was the injured party deserving of recompense here. To Mark's mind, both parties were at fault.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps someone should call an authority figure in place of appealing to reason?"</strong> The tall, muscular alien asked aloud, largely for rhetorical purposes. <strong>"I am sure this sort of scenario falls within the purview of the principal's responsibilities."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 13:58:54</strong>
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				Hanuka smiled at Logan's reply and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she gathered her thoughts.&nbsp; Her Japanese was clearly from a textbook, flavored with a bit of Anime, but how many American teens could string together complete sentences in a foreign language on the spot?&nbsp; <br><br>"それで正式、ローガン氏。 私はそうではありません、から chan に同級生から － 受けとることを誇りに思っています。"&nbsp; So formal, Mr. Logan.&nbsp; I'm not to proud to accept -chan from a classmate.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she dropped her eyes and scuffed the grass with her toes, "If you think I merit it, that is."&nbsp; <br><br><em>Poor guy, I'm a head taller than he is and I'm asking him too call me cute.&nbsp; Just because that's the fad in Tokyo high schools doesn't mean it's not going to embarrass him...!</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Then she took a deep breath and smelled entirely too much testosterone that was entirely too angry.&nbsp; <em>Oh, God, someone's going to notice my finger's in this.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She stepped up behind Logan and Ororo's shoulders.&nbsp; "He's right, Ororo.&nbsp; Go find the principle."&nbsp; She flexed her finger's and breathed regularly, letting herself loosen.&nbsp; Those who knew what too look for might recognize how an Aikido student stood when they'd moved beyond the need for a full stance.&nbsp; <br><br>Okay, so her Japanese wasn't&nbsp; <em>entirly</em> text book.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 02:43:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Steve Rodgers and one HELL of a Lariat </em></div><hr> <br><br>He had walked around for a few minutes, walked past the library and the awesome gym along with some of the classes. Steve was still confused on where he could unpack his stuff so he had to deal with carrying his duffel bag around until he could find a faculty member. When he had his fun looking around he began to make a path towards the big forming crowd of students and only caught the end of the insults by the Letterman jacket toting jocks. <br><strong>"Hey, what don't you back off and watch what you say, what right do you have to insult another person?"</strong><br>Steve declared loudly in a signature New York accent, as he made his way past the gathering crowd of students and unknowingly stepped right beside the shorter Logan who had donned a defensive stance he was all to familiar with. It was the stance of a person bracing themselves to endure a beating, a stance he had mastered when he was about that guys height but much skinnier. <br><br>Steve did not want to get in trouble but he was not going to let the clique of jocks beat on someone for whatever reason. One of the letterman sporting guys looked his way.<br>"Why you sticking up for those freaks!" <br>The person asked in disbelief but did not wait for his answer as some where already moving towards Logan for an attack and some splintered off to attack Steve, big mistake. Unlike Logan who let the quarterback get a good hit on his head, Steve side stepped and delivered a Lariat across the Center's chest so hard it knocked both his feet into the air before he dropped down onto his back with a thud. The man on the floor began to wheeze for air, panting as a few bent down to check on him. Nothing had been broken, perhaps a bruise would form and he had the wind knocked out of him but he would live. <br><br><strong>"Did I tell you guys I always wanted to play football?" </strong><br>He said with a stern stare towards the guy with the broken arm who was hanging back. Steve was in a defensive stance like Logan now, waiting vigilantly for another attack or a faculty member to arrive and put an end to the madness. <br><strong>"You done here?" </strong><br>Steve asked the man with the look of contempt in his eyes and the entire football team on his side, unwilling to let them have their way. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 05:00:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint Barton</em> <strong>late</strong></div><br>Clint had woken up late this morning, he was up late trying to make a few trick arrows for some fun target practice later. He looked at the time and thought he was going to miss the opening ceremony so he rushed&nbsp; putting on his uniform, a few of the buttons on the shirt were left unbuttoned and a bit of it was untucked in the back. He left but quickly came back remembering his backpack and pow and arrows, placing them in a case that he would carry with him, and he was out to the door and heading to Stormvalley High. He hopped on his bake and pedaled off to school, his long brown hair whipping around his face, he really needed to get a haircut. <br><br>When he arrived he slipped into the auditorium and caught the tail end of Starks over the top light show. He shuffled out with the crowd and headed over to where everybody else was going, the frozen yogurt stand. He sat down on a bench with a small cup of chocolate frozen yogurt and ate away while looking around getting the scope of the student body. He noticed three good looking girls talking, a tall blonde with the build of an athlete, a dark skinned girl with snow white hair, and another girl just chatting away. When the bulky guy with the huge sideburns mad a scene with the jock and the cheerleader he just laughed at how bad that guy was putting that cheerleader down. He then watched as they beat him into a pulp, but he was still able to hurt what seemed like the leader of the pack without even lifting a finger, impressive. <br><br>He lost interest until the guy came back with even more cronies to try and beat him up again. He paid attention this time and heard one of the guys calling the group freaks. He gritted his teeth at that, he had experience with that being a circus sideshow and having to deal with all the smart asses calling him 'circus freak' and other names. He kept listening and heard other insults being dropped and he had now had enough. He got up leaving his cup of yogurt and making his way over to the gathering crowd. He dropped his case and backpack near the crowd and stepped on the other side of the scruffy looking kid and raised his fists and took a balanced stance, "Watch what you call others assholes, you might offend the wrong people. Like me." He turned to Logan and the others and smirked, "Got room for one more?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 17:49:39</strong>
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				<hr><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Carol gets Frustrated.</strong></span></span><br><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Hrmph. Boys. </strong></span></span><br><hr><br>The blonde superhero raised a brow to each of the boys who had been the last to join the group. One of them clothes-lined another football player, a large guy who had to be one of those that was meant to protect the quarterback during a game. She had no clue what position it was but knew enough about the game to gather that much information. <br><br>The last guy just fell in line next to the short one and her brow rose as she shook her head at their words. She was trying to diffuse the situation not cause more heat to rise with the added testosterone. It was frustrating that they blatantly ignored her and she didn't like it one bit. Digging her heel into the ground she looked at them and then to the guy who suggested they get an authority figure. Glancing to the new arrival who was ready to fight she pushed back a stray lock of hair that kept falling into her face.<br><br><strong>"You are not helping the situation. Maybe that guy was right. We should get someone out here since no one listens to reason."</strong><br><br>She started to walk off toward to front entrance of the building. Carol really hated being ignored and she knew that being at that school meant she had to put on a face of normalcy. No show of power.. no show of super human strength or otherwise. As much as she would love a good brawl it wasn't possible to do so and maintain that appearance of being a regular person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 18:03:45</strong>
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				Gamoran wanted to fight these guys... but he knew that it wouldn't be satisfying in the slightest.&nbsp; Like fighting infants really.&nbsp; He blinked as the blonde guy clotheslined one of the human children and he took note of his high fighting ability as well.&nbsp; He glanced at the two girls who were trying to defuse the situation and smiled a touch, then at the growing number of guys stepping up to defend everyone.&nbsp; Like he needed anyone to defend him.&nbsp; He was the most dangerous man in the universe, after all.&nbsp; So he simply shook his head and walked off after the blonde... any excuse, right?&nbsp; He smiled as he quickly made his way via a sprint beside her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Hello there.&nbsp; Let me help you contact the authorities.&nbsp; My name is Gamoran."</strong><br><br>He had to admit, Terrans could be very attractive to him... and this one was especially so.&nbsp; He wished to know more about her... starting with her name.&nbsp; He kept pace with her and kept on the lookout for anyone that might attempt to stop them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 18:12:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Boys and their Testosterone...</span><br><hr><br>Her own nose scrunched slightly as she watched the blonde woman who had stepped up between the two groups ready to fight to try and diffuse the situation. It was rapidly falling apart, and she could see quite clearly where this was going. More and more people where joining the two sides and the crowd was beginning to grow to uncontrollable numbers. And then it happened, the first blow. A blonde man who had joined the ranks behind her had attacked one of the members of the other group. As soon as she heard the sound of a body hitting the ground with force the next blow and then the next one was soon to follow. It was like dominos once one was set into motion the entire bunch falling into place was only a matter of time.<br><br><strong>"I do not understand Men sometimes... most of the time really."</strong> She proclaims in her baritone, accented voice.<br><br>Her bright blue eyes turn to follow the blond woman who had begun to walk away. She took a single step to join her until she spotted the man from the crowd with the vibrant green skin jogging up to and then walking beside the blond woman. She was hardly naive and understand the significance of him running up to catch up to the pretty, departing woman.<br><br>Sighing deeply to herself she allows the pair to walk well ahead before following behind at a distance. She had no desire to disrupt the two, but she had also no desire to try to diffuse a situation in which each side actually -wanted- what amounts to a senseless fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oliander</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 19:19:26</strong>
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				It takes a lot to pull Peter's nose out of a good book, but the stomping of feet just outside the library caught his attention. Setting the book back, Peter jumped down from the second floor and jogged out of the library. Students were rushing outside, mostly led by excited-looking guys. <em>That</em> was familiar. He narrowed his eyes as he approached the window, the growing crowd across the street confirming his suspicions. <em>A fight.</em><br><br>There's nothing that pisses him off more than a bunch of idiots trying to take advantage of somebody just because they're smaller or weaker. Apparently <em>these</em> idiots couldn't even wait past the first day to start trouble, and there wasn't any staff in sight that could do something. <em>... So maybe somebody else should.</em> Peter's eyes suddenly went wide as a smirk grew across his face. This made sense, this totally made sense. He was completely justified here. This <em>is</em> technically a crime. Alright, enough justification...<br><br>It was easy for Peter to find a secluded spot without cameras in the nearly empty school. After not more than a few minutes, Peter Parker was no more. Exiting through a window and climbing the roof, it was <strong>The Amazing Spider-Man!</strong> that leaped from the building. Using his web, the hero swings over the courtyard and landed gracefully right <em>inbetween</em> the two warring groups. As Peter Parker, it was impossible to determine behind all the baggy clothes and poor posture, but Spider-Man showed just how slender and sculpted his body is. He still isn't very tall, and thus not terribly intimidating, but that only helped him surprise his enemies with his strength. For now, however, just seeing a costume should be enough to break this up.<br><br>(http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/2391/thespectacularspidermanh.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/534/thespectacularspidermanh.jpg/)<br><br><strong>"Sorry kids, but recess is over. Don't you guys have jockstraps to compare or something?"</strong><br><br>Man he was so cool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 20:31:07</strong>
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				<strong>Logan makes some new friends... and a whole bunch of enemies</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>This wasn't quite what Logan had in mind.&nbsp; He figured he'd be brawling against a few dozen instead of half a dozen.&nbsp; Instead, the students he had been chatting with as well as outside observers were either calling for peace or going for authorities or getting their hands dirty.&nbsp; This wasn't just about Logan and a cheerleader and a quarterback and his cronies.&nbsp; This was about groups on top bullying the groups on the bottom.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Nice clothesline, Eagle Scout," </strong>he said to the tall, blond man who performed a lariat that felled the center.&nbsp; <strong>"Only 40 more to go."</strong><br><br>When the young man with brown hair joined in, Logan added, <strong>"And seriously, whatever happens, thanks for the assists, fellas.&nbsp; I'm Logan."</strong><br><br>After hearing their names, he moved himself so he was back to back to back with the other two, forming a tight circle as they were surrounded by the jocks.&nbsp; Usually, he would have jumped into the middle of the skirmish, a whirlwind of punches, elbows, knees, kicks and headbutts.&nbsp; But he had allies now, and he wasn't going to leave them when they stuck up for him.<br><br>Chaos ensued as the football team charged at the trio en masse.&nbsp; Logan himself lost count of how many strikes he landed.&nbsp; At one point, he did get separated.&nbsp; Two players held his arms while others took turns breaking their hands on his face.<br><br><strong>"Could use a little help here, guys," </strong>he said.&nbsp; Logan was holding back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sorry kids, but recess is over. Don't you guys have jockstraps to compare or something?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><strong>"Great, I feel safer already," </strong>mumbled Logan.<br><br><br><br>Meanwhile...<br><br>"You shut up!" yelled the head cheerleader at Ororo and Caroline.&nbsp; "I'm talking to you, you... white-haired freak!&nbsp; Don't even <em>think</em> about going to get help for your boyfriend Logan!&nbsp; Unless... <em>that</em> one is your boyfriend!"&nbsp; The other cheerleaders laughed and pointed at Caroline.&nbsp; "That one looks like she might have a little something <em>extra </em>under her skirt!"&nbsp; They laughed some more.&nbsp; "Can't let the boys have all the fun.&nbsp; Get 'em, girls!"<br><br>Five cheerleaders made a run for Ororo and Caroline.&nbsp; One of them tried to grab Ororo's hair to drag her onto the grass so the rest of them could kick her while she's down.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 05:17:15</strong>
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				The attacks were always the same.&nbsp; A continual stream of references to a masculine physique, to being a dyke or to being a she-man haunted her each place she went.&nbsp; Back home she had heard such jibes till rage nearly took her and even in traveling here the whispers continued.&nbsp; That the cheerleaders and their boyfriends laid such things at her feet was simply another barb to an already painful arrow.&nbsp; Fists curled beside her body, yet she did not raise them in defense.&nbsp; Instead she only moved forward to pass her larger frame before that of the other woman.&nbsp; Shoulders rolled back to emphasize the strength she could bring to bear, knowing few of these girls had ever phased such a physical threat.<br><br>When the hand came to invade her space, to interfere with her new ward, a reaction was taken.&nbsp; People often equated muscles with slow.&nbsp; More than likely from Hollywood tales and kung fu films.&nbsp; Yet muscles meant speed more often than not and such was demonstrated when her hand lashed out to intercept.&nbsp; Fingers curled around the more delicate wrist of the other woman.&nbsp; Like steel her hand centered on those frail bones, snaking around them to clamp shut.&nbsp; Without a hint of effort she twisted the offending limb so that the woman’s body had to come along as well.&nbsp; A crash of bodies was meant to ensure to put the small group off guard and end the conflict with as little damage as possible.&nbsp; <br><br>“I….this…we don’t have to do any of this.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 06:01:13</strong>
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				"Steve Rogers." <br>He said to the shorter guy who introduced himself as he narrowly avoided a punch to the face by one of the football players who was pissed off over the way he had leveled the center. Steve had not come into the crowd to pick a fight, far from it, he had wanted to defuse it and calm the waters but that did not seem to be the intentions of the football players. For whatever reason they where angered, it was clear that nothing would stop them now and no one seemed compelled to stop after the New York Crime Fighter arrived and gave his two cents. The little comment did not stop the blow he took to the gut, if anything the masked man distracted him enough to get hit and that was not going to happen again. <br><br>"Hey! Get off of him!" <br>Steve grappled one of the guys holding down Logan and sent flying over towards his friends, bowling two of them over. The other was rewarded a shot to the kidney, before getting shoved back&nbsp; and another warning to stop.<br>"And, you! If you swing back maybe they'll learn to back off!" <br>He found himself barking at Logan before he moved to push two more approaching players away, not resorting to an attack if he did not have to. Steve was trying to do all he could to defuse&nbsp; the situation. Deciding to go for the football captain, he grabbed his good arm and twisted it behind his back in a manner that had him hollering in pain. The grip was held tightly, the sound was high enough to get the attention of everyone in ear shot. <br>"Be a good role model for your team mates and call them off now! Enough is enough!" <br>Steve warned the guy who began shouting for the others to stop at last, encouraged by the firm hold Steve had locked in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 06:53:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ororo and Caroline, avoid senseless conflict.</span><br><hr>She had taken a quick step back as the group of cheerleaders had begun to yell at her eventually charging towards her. She had no intentions of fighting, her gaze darted to the left and then to the right looking for an avenue of escape. She considered running up to behind the retreating blonde woman and the green skinned man who she walked side by side with.<br><br>A look of mild surprise crosses her exotic features as the taller woman she had been speaking to earlier, Caroline moves to exit the fray as well. A single well muscled arm reaches out and intercepts the teenager who appeared to be hell-bent on attacking her. She watched in no small amount of awe as the well-muscled girl quite easily grabbed the arm which was moving towards her long, flowing locks of white hair and stop it dead in it's tracks. With a skillful twist the cheerleader was easily turned away, the remainder of the potential attackers stopping at the sight of the intimidating woman as well.<br><br>'we don't have to do any of this...' the words rang true, there was no reason to fight, none at all, it was comforting to see that she, and the pair who had already walked ahead where not the only two to understand and see this.<br><br>She reaches out a single arm, silently to rest her long, slender dark brown fingers on one of the exposed arms of the tall, muscular woman now at her side. The gesture was tender, and kind as the chocolate hued skin of her hand had a texture more like a dark velvet than anything else.<br><br><strong>"Come, Caroline, let us be away from here with the others."</strong> She motions towards Carol and Gamoran as they continue to walk away as well. <strong>"This is a pointless fight, there is no reason it should ever have happened, and no reason for it to continue."</strong><br><br>She hovers her clear blue gaze onto the group of cheerleaders for a moment, seeming unconcerned with their notion to try to attack her, or the name-calling that had ensued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 11:31:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanuka winced when a boy she hadn’t met yet struck one of the foot ball players, then asked them too back down.&nbsp; Still standing behind Logan, she dropped her head into her hands and groaned, then hissed, “Do you mind, we’re trying not to start anything here.”&nbsp; <em>Finish, sure, on our terms.&nbsp; Not start.</em>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And things kept escalating too the point where a mask dropped into the middle of things—probably someone she’d be meeting this evening as a co-worker—and instead of have the sense to scatter the mob of jocks charged!&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanuka waited behind Logan ‘til the flailing started, then stepped in.&nbsp; At that point, there was enough bloodlust up for the brutes not to care that they were swinging at a girl.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She liked that just fine.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hanuka caught a fist coming for her face in one hand and stepped back so that she was back to back with Logan, pulling the Football player down.&nbsp; As he went she palmed him in the shoulder so that he flipped out and his back hit the asphalt.&nbsp; She stepped on chest and bounced off as Logan was pulled away from her and moved too stand with more aggressive boys.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She continued with the aikedo moves throughout the brawl, at first finding a sort of guilty pleasure in putting the thugs in their place.&nbsp; Fear built in her, though, fear that gave way too a soft but consistent high pitched wail.&nbsp; It wasn’t fear of death, or injury.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not at all.&nbsp; She was afraid that someone was going to grab her belt and loosen the hologram, showing all these thugs what she REALY looked like.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 04:47:52</strong>
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				Gamoran blinked as the costumed hero dropped down between the two groups... and the jocks completely ignored him and attacked anyway.&nbsp; That was strange.&nbsp; Most people would not want to risk a fight against an obvious metahuman, one would think.&nbsp; Then his attention was grabbed elsewhere as the females... as far as he could tell, the mates of the aggressors began to attack several of the other females.&nbsp; This was getting out of hand.&nbsp; He turned, and began to move without thinking... he did what he did not out of some sense of chivalry, but from the want to teach these foolish Terrans the error of their ways.&nbsp; He moved fast... whether it was superhuman was debatable, but he did hold back his true speed as he moved in behind about three of the girls, crouching down and sweeping all of their legs out from under them, the females crying out in pain and surprise as they landed on their backs, the wind knocked out of them.&nbsp; About four of the guys broke off from the main fight as they saw a guy who actually had the gall to attack girls.&nbsp; Gamoran didn't understand that this was apparently a social taboo, nor did he care.&nbsp; Back on his feet, he easily got out of the way of the clumsy punches of the jocks that tried to attack him, and with fluidity and speed that made onlookers wonder exactly what just happened, all four boys lay unconscious on the ground before him.&nbsp; The scary thing was, he really had to hold back to keep from killing these frail beings.&nbsp; He spun around, ready for any more takers... the fight was very unsatisfying, just like he knew it would be, but he felt he needed to do -something-, and it's not like he had displayed any actual superhuman abilities... technically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 06:30:10</strong>
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				<hr><em>Mark Milton, a drug against war.</em><br><hr><br>Mark Milton felt no alarm at the chaos that broke out. He wondered, briefly, if some supervillain had perhaps tainted the school water supply, but it seemed entirely unlikely that on the first day it could have such effects, and that it could be so selective. It seemed simply the case that he was more right than he knew that humans could respond against all reason and out of all proportion to some mild slight. These young men and women were risking their futures with this reckless, pointless, and stupid display. If they could not play football, they had no hopes of getting full ride scholarships, and more than likely for some of them it would be the only means by which they could attend a post-secondary educational institute.<br><br>The young alien sighed. It was so distressing. He thought that he was beyond feeling such things, but humanity broke through the calcified, jaded outer layers to strike at his heart. Not for the first time, Mark looked up at the sky. He saw beyond the clouds and out into the blackness beyond, at the unknown wonders that the unexplored vastness offered, and not for the first time considered simply flying upwards at a speed exceeding escape velocity and never turning back.<br><br>The appearance of Spider-Man, as it was insufficient to quell the nascent violence, was a sobering one. If the masked menace was insufficient to cow the jocks into submission, and there really was nothing more at hand in this than base human nature, it made Mark wonder once again about what he was and what it meant that he accepted himself a piece in a system controlled by human beings with control and the illusion that their control over the system gave them power. It made him wonder how secure the control of agencies like SHIELD or the American military industrial complex or Stark Industries could truly be over the masses. <br><br>"Hey, faggot!" A football player called out, drawing Mark's attention back to Earth. A group of four had bypassed the trio of Logan, Clint, and Steve, wanting a target all their own. Mark slowly brought his eyes down, and along with his square chin. His brown eyes met those of the other men, and it was like staring into the eyes of hungry dogs. Mark had never liked dogs - they always seemed to sense that he was different. <br><br>"Ha ha ha! That got his attention! He must be a cock-sucking queer!" Another said, jeering and pointing a large, dark-skinned finger at Mark. The man had to be three hundred pounds, an immovable object upon the offensive line. <br><br>"Yeah, look at his sissy little gay shirt!" Said another with skin the colour of coffee with heavy cream and a lean build suited for running tens of yards without tiring with a swiftness to evade all who tried to intercept him.<br><br>Mark's lips became a thin, impatient line upon his face. He stood such that he was backlit to them, and none could see his face. The young alien closed his eyes, and wondered if they would pass him by if he remained passive. It seemed unlikely, but worth a shot. The sounds of their footfalls removed that narrow possibility. Mark kept himself relaxed. He was in no danger. Not physically. But how to respond and keep face? How to respond with being made a social persona non grata? Mark felt a frustration welling deep in his gut; his first day of school and he was going to be ostracized! His jaw tensed as that frustration grew. He berated himself for being social, for going towards a group that Logan had joined. The signs had all been there and if only he had followed them-<br><br>A hand grasped the front of Mark's shirt, and jerked, as if to pull Mark forward. Of course the alien did not budge. The hand belonged to a man of modest musculature, heavier than the normal person, but not as big as some members of his team. Not as big as Mark. Mark looked down at that hand with sad brown eyes. He could see the very atoms that made up those hands, if he chose to. It seemed so insignificant that he would never get to be part of the football team and have that experience of high school, but nevertheless it provided Mark with no emotional satisfaction. He was sad because he would never have a cadre of friends willing to engage in such foolish violence on his behalf. <br><br>Mark gave the young man holding him a half-hearted shove. His left hand rose, and extended outward as the large muscles of his arms expanded and contracted to do their work. The one holding Mark only had time for a surprised, "wha-?" before he was three feet away and on his back, the wind knocked out of him. The other three looked on with disbelief.<br><br>"Man, what's that? Some faggot-ass karate bullshit?" The heavyset one asked, incredulous and full of testosterone-fueled anger. His big hands curled into fists the size of footballs, black instruments of righteous vengeance for his team mate. "Well I mastered all 36 chambers of the Wu-Tang, motherfucker!" This statement presaged a blatantly telegraphed right haymaker aimed Mark's head. Time seemed to slow down as Mark imagined several different outcomes. Brown eyes turned slightly to watch as the hug black fist moved forward in fractions of millimeters. Mark imagined just standing there and letting the black man shattered every bone in his hand - it would be a fate common to the football players, and who was Mark to deprive him of that? There was also the possibility of moving with the blow and giving the <em>impression</em> that he went down, but Mark discarded it. The lesser part of it was not wanting to appear weak, but the greater part of it was a petty desire not to give such satisfaction to them. In perhaps the most quickly discarded scenario, Mark would dodge to the side, step in, and then lift the heavy black offensive lineman up with a single hand and then slam him down onto the ground in an overt display of superhuman strength. That one was funny. He imagined dodging, catching, countering . . . a thousand scenarios played out in his mind.<br><br>Just as the fist was about to make jaw-shattering, consciousness-robbing impact (well, if it were to hit a normal human), Mark stepped to the side so that fist kept on going. The black man it was attached to kept moving as well, unable to stop and unable to make sense of Mark stepping out the way. Mark placed a hand on the assailant's back, and gave him a small nudge. The football player surged forward five feet, and landed heavily and without grace. His weight was to his disadvantage, and there was a cry of pain that accompanied that landing. Maybe something was broken or popped out of place; Mark did not care enough to sort out the sounds he was hearing to parse that out, or to look for broken bones.<br><br>And then Steve tried to get the quarterback to call everyone off. <strong>"Hold on a second."</strong> Mark said as the other two raised their fists and made to start a coordinated charge. <strong>"The quarterback might just tell everyone to call it off."</strong> Mark was not hopeful. For the moment, the two left held off and waited to see how matters would resolve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 07:11:55</strong>
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				Clint readied for the fight of his life, but that could be an overstatement since these guys might come back for more, or their could be some other good ones to come. When the rugged one gave his name Clint gave a smirk, "Clint Barton and no problem, someones gotta shut these guys up or we'll never hear the end of it." With that the fight was on. The three went back to back and Clint did his best with the training he was given from his mentors. One of the players gave a straight jab and Clint windmilled his arms, knocking the blow down and to the side. He then swiftly dealt the player an uppercut and he fell to the ground. <br><br>He landed some more blows until a player grabbed his shirt and yanked him away from the Steve and Logan and the players formed their own little circle to take him on. Clint stayed light on his feet as he had to move fast and hit hard if he didn't want to get massacred. Finally one of the players got behind him and hooked his arms under Clint's armpits and gripped as hard as he could, holding him in place. Players took turns giving him various punches to the stomach and face all of them hurting. When he saw a gap he used the guy that was holding him as leverage to swing his lower body up and deliver a swift kick to the next player that was going to hit him. The player stumbled back and knocked another over. He took this chance to stamp on his holders foot, the player cringing and loosening his grip. Then Clint slid his left arm out and rammed his elbow into the stomach of his holder which allowed him to grip the players arm and shoulder throw him to the ground, momentum and gravity being a huge help. <br><br>He heard Logan's cry for help and Clint rushed to him. He saw Steve take the two that were holding him so he went for the one that was about to punch Logan. "I got him!" He yelled and drop kicked him to the floor. Clint ended up on his back, he leaned back and flung his whole body up and forward which landed him on his feet, but the guy on the ground wouldn't have it. He quickly yanked one of Clint's feet out from under him and he was back on the floor. He then began to grapple with the guy on the ground until he got him in an arm. "Just give me a reason!" He said, "Give me one good reason and I'll snap your shoulder right out of its socket!" Rage and recklessness had come over him so he was ready to do it. Clint turned his head towards where he heard shouts to get the players to back down. Clint held the guy in the arm bar until the rest stood down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VincentD</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 20:37:43</strong>
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				The brown SUV stopped by the curve a few meters from the yogurt cart, engine only barely audible as its turned off, the two occupants observing the commotion across the street with cool-eyed interest. The driver, a beautiful, yet hard faced African woman who appeared to be in her early thirties, scowled as her angry brown eyes moved over the participants in the scuffle.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Rabble such as these will never show proper respect, young Prince...Let me cripple a few and I'm sure..”, the woman started before being cut off abruptly by her charge riding in the back seat who was watching the assembly broadcast on his phone.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “That's enough, Nana...please.”, T'Challa spoke the nickname in a affectionately tired voice as he reached up to the driver's seat to pat the warrior on the shoulder of her new business suit, a far cry from the attire of a Wakandian royal bodyguard. “I don't wish to ruin all the work Father's operatives went through to establish these identities on the first morning, that would be quite rude don't you think?”, the prince smiled, one of the few times his handsome features broke from the normal contemplative scowl they held to reveal his youth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I-I...fine! As you command, your Highness. I wish you would at least take one of my blades with you! I couldn't bear the shame of facing the king if you were harmed by these barbarians!”, Okoye said as her full lips curved into a snarl as she watched the brawl kick up a notch.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A warm rich laugh escapes the lips of T'Challa as he points a finger towards the larger group, which even now were being thrashed into a growing heap of groaning bodies. “Please. Do you honestly think such as those could even lay a finger on me with the training you've provided since I was at your knee?&nbsp; Nana, you worry too much..as usual.”, he ended his gentle chiding with a kiss upon the older woman's cheek. “I promise you I will be careful, now...Inform N'gassi I will be making my own way home so if he tries to tail me again, I will be highly displeased.”, he says as he opens the door and steps out onto the sidewalk before she can try to persuade him to carry any more weapons.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; T'Challa moves towards the yogurt cart with a smooth stroll, seeming to ignore the brouhaha across the street while he constantly took note of the players involved reactions and movement, the young African prince chuckles as Spider-man makes his appearance known. As he reaches the yogurt cart, he indicates he would like to purchase a banana flavored, waving in farewell to his “mother” who tears off down the street with one more glare towards the ruckus.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Who are the players here?, he mused mentally as he leans against the wall, observing not only the brawl, but also the reactions of those watching. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Bah, claw-less cubs nipping at each other for dominance...it would be charming if I cared for such things.”, the voice of the Panther god interrupted his thoughts. “Be wary, young one...there is power here beneath view.” Inside his mind's eye, the prince saw the god's great pupil close as the old beyond time being turns its attention elsewhere. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Isn't it always the case?”, he says aloud in a quiet voice before taking a spoonful of the treat to sample. “Mmmm...this is quite good!”, his low tenor rumbling in surprised delight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 05:17:52</strong>
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				<hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Carol Blows the Whistle </strong></span></span></div><hr><br>As the others are busy with the mob of cheerleaders and jocks, Carol continues onward at a run toward the doors. She half stopped to stare at those fighting as if they were insane. Her head shook a bit and she continued to find help to stop the madness. The fighting was pointless really and most of the males were being hormone filled monkeys of rage. It was almost like mating rituals amongst wild animals in Africa. <br><br>After going inside and explaining the situation, the double doors to the school opened and three individuals came out. One blew a whistle loud as the other two moved inward to break up the fights. The whistle blower continued to do so repeatedly in quick bursts. It was an attempt to get their attention and to halt all actions. The person in question was someone the students hadn't seen before. He was a tall middle aged man with broad shoulders, like he had possibly played football back in high school. He had salt and pepper black hair. He wore a suit and tie that fit well to his form.&nbsp; The cheerleaders had scrambled to their feet at hearing the whistle blown and moved away from any sort of fighting. Some of the football players did the same. The man blew the whistle once more as the two other males moved in on Clint and the football player.<br><br>Unfortunately for Clint the Vice Principal had just came out in time to hear him exclaim loudly to the one he was holding down.<br><br><em> "Just give me a reason! Give me one good reason and I'll snap your shoulder right out of its socket!" </em><br><br>The other stopped fighting and looked toward the man approaching. He had a look of disappointment on his face and held a stern demeanor. <br><br>"No one will be snapping anything on anyone today. Let go of him and both of you stand up. I am disappointed in all of you. I do not know the reason this started or who started it, but I am ending it now. Football players move out. Get to where you should be now. The rest of you... I don't want to see anyone fighting each other on school grounds again or you will all face Principal Rice. Now.. GO!"<br><br>He stood there as the football players scattered and grumbled about it not being over, before they all started heading off toward the football field and gym. It was obvious the man had let them all off on a warning but he made sure to make it clear that, that wasn't going to be allowed again. He motioned to the other two men with him and they all started back into the school, where Carol was coming back out. <br><br>Somehow Spiderman had been blocked by a few of the bigger kids and the Vice Principal missed him. However Carol did not. She had hoped no one got into serious trouble but it had to be done. Letting out a soft sigh she blew it upward to push her hair from her eyes before her hand just moved up to tuck it behind one ear. She looked over at Spiderman and gave him a big grin. She had always been a fan of his work and couldn't help but feel like maybe he tried to fix it and she had missed it. Then again, it was probably for the best with the VP there and all.<br><br>Smoothing down her uniform top she walked back out toward Ororo, Caroline, and Gamoran. She hoped everyone was okay and wanted to check and be sure even though she was the one who had the whistle blown. <br><br>Giving a sheepish smile she chewed at her lower lip some and continued to walk on with her shoulders back and her head held high. She felt she had done the right thing in the end and there was no shame in it. Carol knew inside she shouldn't feel bad about doing that. Upon reaching the three who were attacked by the Cheerleaders she looked them over carefully.<br><br><strong>"You all okay?"</strong><br><br>Her eyes glanced back to Spiderman occasionally as she stood there with her, hopefully, new friends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 06:25:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Ororo and her new friends.<br></span><hr>Standing next to the well muscled woman she focuses her clear blue eyes onto the well dressed and very attractive blonde woman. Her full lips, painted a deep purple so that they would stand out even more against the rich chocolate of her skin pull into a wide smile. She reaches out a single arm and gently allows it to rest on the bicep of the woman she had heard introduced as "Carol".<br><strong><br>"We are now. Thank you for that. Caroline and myself." </strong>She responds in her baritone, accented voice. With a single fluid, graceful motion she indicates the taller woman behind her. <strong>"Where about to do the same as yourself. However it would appear you are far more efficient than we are."</strong><br><br>She pauses once again continuing to smile towards the blond woman. She was striking to behold, there was little wonder that the rather quiet green-skinned man had chased off behind her. Her smile melts away for a moment after the realization dawns that she had been outright staring at the neatly dressed woman. She turns her gaze away quickly as she felt her cheeks turn a rather vibrant purple for a moment. Her composure only slipping for a moment before the African girl's strong emotional control reasserts itself. She faces forward once again, offering a pleasant smile as if her momentary lapse, and the increase in the temperature in the general area by a good five to ten degrees suddenly had never happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 06:52:03</strong>
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				Mark stopped, and stood up very, very straight. It was a learned response to an authority figure. He was not in motion, or about to initiate anything, but nevertheless he stopped. Completely. He did not blink. He did not draw breath. His heart, even, ceased to beat. It was truly a triumph of SHIELD psycho-conditioning. And at the loud pronouncement of 'GO!' Mark tensed and jumped half an inch in the air, autonomic functions resuming at natural pace. The obedience was immediate and absolute; Mark began to walk away from the school grounds at a brisk pace. Nothing superhuman, of course, but with the obvious speed of a retreating, chastised child.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 15:59:25</strong>
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				Caroline turned her eyes toward the cheerleading squad.&nbsp; Sadness touched her gaze when she saw them fall away.&nbsp; Not that she had wished to join the squad, but certainly a fight with them so quickly in the year would not be to her favor.&nbsp; Fingers reached down to touch the strap of her backpack, thumbing the material before hoisting the bag upward.&nbsp; Resignation touched her next as she knew there was little to be done over the events.&nbsp; They had happened and would never be changed.&nbsp; Her father had always taught her to look ahead, because looking back was pointless.&nbsp; When a voice inquired after her well being, she quickly turned to face the new face.<br><br>Brown hair wiped across her shoulders while she set her eyes on the woman.&nbsp; Her frame coming to bear fully before the smaller figure with one arm arched upward toward her shoulder to carry the bag.&nbsp; Idly Caroline chewed on her lip as she faced a woman that could easily have been one of the cheerleaders taken down.&nbsp; More than likely she’d have been the prettiest among them if she were part of the squad.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mouth moved to open but instead remained closed while the dark skinned woman before her spoke up.&nbsp; Best to let those more comfortable with speaking do so.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 18:17:26</strong>
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				<br><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Carol, the Girls, and the Green Skinned Gamaron</strong></span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Where about to do the same as yourself. However it would appear you are far more efficient than we are."</em><br><br>Carol gave the dark skinned female a smile and then looked to the other one who was apparently named Caroline. It would be interesting having her there. Carol and a Caroline. Thankfully they were easy to tell apart. She nodded to each of them before greeting herself.<br><br><strong>"I just got a little impatient with the mess of it all, is all. I'm Carol. Carol Danvers. And that is Spiderman. When did he get here?"</strong><br><br>She looked toward the masked hero and gave a wave to him. She admitted she was a little star struck. While she may be a hero as well, Spidey was a media icon, even if the Daily Bugel painted him as a menace. He was still a hero to her and she wasn't ashamed to show her appreciation. <br><br>The blonde looked back at the two females and gave them each a brilliant bright white smile. It was true, Carol could have easily been one of those cheerleaders, if she wanted to, but she didn't. She would be happiest in the Astronomy club or Science club if there were such a thing. She glanced toward the green skinned male and smiled. He had introduced himself as Gamaron. She thought he was nice enough as was most of those she had met thus far, and thankfully they were nearly as level headed as she was. At least until the cheerleaders broke out an attack. The fact that Gamaron had attacked the females sort of made her blink in surprise but then again he was probably a mutant and didn't exclude people based on their gender.<br><br>As she glanced around she noticed another individual departing quickly from the group as a whole. He looked almost robotic in his actions, like they were second nature for him. She nudged Gamaron and motioned toward the one walking off (Mark). Carol had seen the two males speaking before and assumed they were friends.<br><br><strong>"Is he okay?"</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 18:25:43</strong>
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				As the authority figures came out and ordered everyone to cease the hostilities, Gamoran stopped... stepping out of his fighting stance and glancing toward them.&nbsp; He couldn't understand it.&nbsp; Why were they being yelled at for defending themselves?&nbsp; He shrugged and turned, offering a nod to the garishly costumed Spider-Man before making his way to Ororo, Carol and Caroline as the defeated jocks and cheerleaders dispersed.&nbsp; He offered a smile to all three of them, including Caroline... impressed as he wasn't used to not looking down at females when addressing them.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Heya.&nbsp; Like I said before, I'm Gamoran.&nbsp; So how about that huh?&nbsp; We got to play on our first day here!"</strong><br><br>He smirked a bit, continuing with a wink.<br><br><strong>"I'd say it was exciting, but I'd be lying."</strong><br><br>As Carol asked about Mark, Gamoran just shrugged.&nbsp; He had walked off like someone kicked his g'narsh... he would have gone after him but he understood a warrior's pride.&nbsp; Sometimes one just wanted to be left alone.&nbsp; He was more concerned about the other three who looked like they could have been jocks themselves... the short one with the brown hair and the two taller blonde guys.&nbsp; They were the most guilty of instigating the fight, but it seemed that everyone had gotten off with warning.&nbsp; All for the best, he supposed.&nbsp; He smiled at Carol.<br><strong><br>"I'm not sure, but based on his movements he comes across as someone who doesn't generally worry about being hurt physically.&nbsp; Some people never learn to dodge because they don't have to.&nbsp; Emotionally?&nbsp; He looks like a sullen version of a great jarbol beast."</strong><br><br>He chuckled to himself as of he had just made a very clever joke.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 19:12:55</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Steve Rodgers</span>- </em>Duffel bags! Not the best concealing device <hr><br>Between the captain of the team calling off his hounds and the arrival of the vice principle the scuffle came to a sudden end and Steve could not be happier. He stood a few paces away from the captain of the football team who just glared at him but did nothing because of the chastising vice principle until they where ordered to move and they quickly thinned out while the forming group of rubberneckers also dissipated. <br><br>His blue eyes turned to the floor to look for his duffel bag, the old beaten up military green bag he had been given by the recruiter. He moved, weaving through some of the students until he spotted it nearby the group that had a green skinned guy in it but what drew his attention was half the shield was sticking out! Steve sprinted to it, knelt and shoved the item back into the bag before hopping back up and tossing the bag across his back in a smooth graceful motion.<br>"Hey, thanks for calling in the Calvary....umm bye!" <br>He said awkwardly to the gathered group before running off again, more determined to find the dorm so he could stash what was held in the duffel bag! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 20:34:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Clint Barton</strong></span></span> collecting his things<br><br>Clint felt the player begin to squirm while he led his arm, twisting a little to try and get him to stop, but he got lucky and the vice principle came to break it all up. He immediately saw the players who were gathered but didn't fight scatter and the rest slowly getting up and leaving. After be berated by the vice principle and the players getting off scot free he got up and brushed most of the dirt and grime off of his uniform. He tucked his shirt back in and smoothed his pants out before looking around for his stuff. Speaking of finding his stuff he saw Steve looking around for something. He was about to offer hid help but Steve b-lined toward a duffle bag that had been tossed around in the scuffle. <br><br>He looked around and found his backpack but his bow case was missing. He panicked a little and turned his head around, frantically, looking for it. He saw the black case dumped over towards the group of girls that were talking to Logan before the big fight broke out. Probably one of the players thought it would be funny to dump his stuff out since he was beating up his teammates. He sighed and walked over to where the case, and its contents, were dumped. On the way over he felt something drip from his nose. He used his hand to wipe it off and saw that it was blood, he would have to fix that later. When he arrived to his things he looked down to see his arrows everywhere and his bow stuck in the ground. It was a maple bow, in its normal color not stained a different color, in the standard shape that bows were bent in. The string was pure white and tied of on each end, small notches in the wood held them in place. The ends of the bow were bulkier, not as cut down as the middle of the bow. The middle was whittled down to where Clint could comfortably get his hand around it while not compromising the strength of the wood. There was a notch right above where he gripped it. That was where he aligned his arrows for firing. He picked it up and examined it to make sure there were no cracks or fractures that he could see. He gripped it in his left hand and raised it like he was about to fire. He drew the string back to make sure it was fine. He held there for a moment before gently lowering the bow and string with it. <br><br>He took the bow and placed it back in its case and went searching for the arrows, taking the case with him. The majority were near the bow so those weren't hard to din. He grabbed his quiver that was still in the case and went to pick them up. He had found most of his full quiver, but there were still three missing. He walked along the area in search of them. He kept his eyes to the ground on the lookout for the brown shafts that would easily stick out amongst the green grass. He had found two but the third one still eluded him. He kept his eyes peeled to the ground and still searched. He finally found it at the feet at group and reached down to pick it up saying, "Pardon me," While he did so. When he brought himself back up he saw that he was looking at the group that was talking to Logan before the fight had taken place. The tall blonde, the quite muscular brown haired girl, and the dark skinned one with the snow white hair; a green skinned man had joined them as well. "Oh um sorry," He said nervously as he pulled the quiver off of his shoulder and placed the arrow, point up. He got down, opened the case up again, and placed the quiver right next to the bow. He did a quick count of his arrows to make sure he hadn't missed any. He didn't know what to do next, he was never good with girls so he didn't know if he should ask if they were all all right after the jocks had called them some ugly names. So he remained down at his case going over one last check of his bow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 22:01:29</strong>
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				<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738) chats with Hanuka</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>"Take it easy, Rogers.&nbsp; See you around, Barton," said Logan as they went on their way.&nbsp; Two stand-up guys.&nbsp; He had a feeling he'd be fighting side-by-side with them again some day.&nbsp; "I owe ya.&nbsp; Big time.&nbsp; You ever need a hand, say the word."<br><br>He turned to Hanuka.&nbsp; "As for you...&nbsp; I've had other dudes back me up, but I've never had a babe help me out in a fight.&nbsp; Thanks for that."&nbsp; He reached out and touched her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"Means a lot... Hanuka-<strong><em>chan</em></strong>."&nbsp; He said it like he was well aware of the meaning behind it, the acknowledgement of attraction.&nbsp; <br><br>"You have nice moves.&nbsp; Being able to handle yourself in a crowd, you must practice <em>randori</em>."&nbsp; He referred to the aikido exercises of facing multiple opponents, a requirement for high level practitioners.&nbsp; <br><br>He held her fingers firmly, bringing his other hand up so those fingers were on top of the back of her hand.&nbsp; He caressed her gently from her knuckles to her wrist.&nbsp; His eyebrow raised quizzically at the texture.&nbsp; He saw a perfectly smooth, feminine hand, but that's not what he felt.<br><br>"Are you... like me?" he asked.&nbsp; "Are you... different too?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 18:41:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Avenger Tower</span></strong></div><hr>The dormitory assignments that was handed out appeared to be different for those who had come to Stormvalley High. Those who where different, those who were special found a red card, a small key, and a small note in the package of paperwork handed to each as they had arrived earlier. Each card had a simple number and a letter on it, From 1A all the way to B4.<br><br>The note was a simple message that each card corresponded to a mailbox just inside the entrance the large tower which conspicuously stood just across the street from the main highschool, the key most likely used to open each of those small boxes.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/3426/apartmentmailboxes.jpg)</div><br>Upon opening each door two letters await each student. The first when opened provided directions to the room assigned to each student, and also reading: <em>"These basic accommodations have been provided free of charge. Each room has it's own entrance, outward facing window, and a closet. The toiletry and bathing facilities are shared between each room and the room to it's clockwise left. Feel free to decorate your room according to your personal tastes, so long as the redecorate does not damage the building itself."</em><br><br>The second note is an invitation for each student to report to the Student Coordinator individually or in groups who's office is one floor above the two floors of dormitories, Codenamed: Storm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 18:44:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Ororo Excuses herself.</span><br><hr><br>The dark-skinned woman who's cheeks had turned back from their bright purple embarrassment glances down at a small but expensive looking watch circling her wrists for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Oh! I am quite late... I hope I will see you all soon. Carol, Caroline, Gamoran. It was a pleasure."</strong><br><br>With that hasty goodbye the slender and lean woman turns away from the small group her long legs carrying her quickly as she moves past the yogurt stand and towards the main doors of the large tower across the street from the school's grounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 21:39:36</strong>
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				<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738) meets Storm</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>After concluding his conversation with Hanuka, Logan checked his mail, dropped his stuff off at his room, and waited outside the student coordinator's office.<br><br>"Student coordinator?&nbsp; Codenamed: Storm?&nbsp; What's this all about?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 22:03:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Heroics through paperwork</span><br><hr><br>The dress she had worn for most of the day now neatly put away in her room upstairs. She needed to be dressed for work. A simple white bodysuit covered her form from her neck all the way down to her feet. The tight fitting garment left little to the imagination. She was coming fully into womanhood, her breasts had taken on size, shape and heft as the tight fitting white garment clung to them exposing the soft curve of their lines. She was above average in endowment, though not so overly-large as to look completely out of place on her long, lean figure.<br><br>Her legs where almost impossibly long which was easy to see as she stood beside a rather simple desk in the sparsely decorated office which looks as if several people used it depending on the need. An elegant draped cape split up the middle mingles with the impossibly long locks of stark white hair which fall from her scalp. She was easily recognizable as the girl who attempted to stop the large brawl before it even began, unsuccessfully.<br><br>She turns her vibrant blue eyes towards the doorway as a figure approaches.<br><br><strong>"Come in, please."</strong> She calls out in her baritone, and powerful sounding voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 22:33:39</strong>
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				<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738) meets Storm in her office</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>Logan walked into her office and stopped suddenly.&nbsp; This looked like the girl he met earlier, who was trying to break up the fight he, in a way, started.&nbsp; But she wasn't just a cute, foreign girl.&nbsp; This was an exotic goddess of a beauty.<br><br>Logan swallowed.<br><br>"Uh, hey.&nbsp; Ororo, right?&nbsp; Wow, that's... quite an outfit.&nbsp; So..."&nbsp; He cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt.&nbsp; "Do I call you Ororo?&nbsp; Or Storm?&nbsp; What exactly are we talking about here?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 22:50:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Goddess of the Winds</span><br><hr><br>Her clear blue eyes focused on the gruff looking teenager standing, somewhat nervously before her for a moment. Her lips pull into a soft frown for a brief moment before she reaches up and runs a single hand through her flowing, white locks of hair.<br><br><strong>"While I am in costume, and here in the tower, please, refer to me by my code name: Storm. When I am not in costume, and in school or in public then Ororo will suffice." </strong>Her voice is calm and controlled. <strong>"You are one who is different, than most people, as was easily apparent by how quickly you healed the wound on your face. You are here because you have been extended an invitation to join a group who strives to protect humanity against those who are equally different, but use their powers to more sinister ends."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment, her lips pursing once again. Though very much the teenager whom is just crossing the threshold into womanhood this speech is one she seems used to delivering. She glances down at the desk once again pulling a folded sheet of paper from one of the folders that rest on her desk. "You have been assigned to.. Team four it would seem. I would suggest you seek out the other members of your three-person team and get to know them. One who styles himself as the "Black Panther" And another who styles themselves as "Crow" you will be working closely together and depending on on another."<br><br>She pauses once again, holding the folded sheet of paper outwards towards Logan. <strong>"If you have any other questions, now would be the time to ask them."</strong> She looks as though she wanted to say more, her tapered, wide jawline tensing for a moment, but she holds her tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 23:14:33</strong>
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				<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738)'s got questions</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>"Protect humanity, eh?&nbsp; Yeah, they sure seem like they need protectin', after all of them attacked one of me at the same time.&nbsp; Since yer the 'Student Coordinator,' you must be in this group, too.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sure, I got questions.&nbsp; What's gonna happen the next time we get into a fight?&nbsp; You gonna try to talk them out of it again?&nbsp; Or are you just going to skip to the part where you run to the authorities?&nbsp; And yeah, I heal up quick and do a lot more than that, too.&nbsp; What do you do?&nbsp; Distract them with yer Halloween costume?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 23:35:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Cool and calm, composure under pressure, verbally or otherwise...</span><br><hr><br><strong>"The response to the threat will be measured to the danger of the threat itself. We are about protecting people. Not goading those we can easily overpower into fights and then claiming to be the innocent party after the fight begins."</strong> Her voice is cool and controlled.<br><br><strong>"I would rather none of us in our civilian lives or when we don the costumes resort to violence that is not necessary. -That- will be up to your team leader when and what is necessary, not me."</strong> She pauses for a moment pursing her full lips once again. <strong>"If there is nothing else, I have a lot of work to do, and you have to meet your team and get settled into your room."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 00:31:51</strong>
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				<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738)</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>"You got that right, Storm.&nbsp; You <em>won't</em> be the one decidin' when I resort to violence.&nbsp; Just like those football players don't get to decide who I hook up with and who I don't.&nbsp; <br><br>"But you got one thing wrong, and that's this - ain't no <em>team leader</em> going to decide for me either.&nbsp; Ain't <em>nobody</em> going to tell me what to do ever <em>again</em>.&nbsp; I fight <em>who</em> I want, <em>when</em> I want, <em>where</em> I want, for <em>whatever reason</em>, and with whatever level of intensity <em>I</em> choose.<br><br>"I have to say, I do find it kind of interesting.&nbsp; You knew who I was, that I'm on this team, that I'm 'one who is different,' as you said.&nbsp; And yet, when I was getting into a rumble with those 'people' I can 'easily overpower,' what did you do?&nbsp; You walked away.&nbsp; You don't want to back me up?&nbsp; Fine.&nbsp; But if they're the ones who needed protectin' from the likes of me, why weren't <em>you</em> protectin' them?&nbsp; What if Mr. Vice-Principal didn't show up?&nbsp; What if I started using these?"<br><br>He popped three claws out of one of his fists.<br><br>"What were you going to do <em>then</em>?&nbsp; Show off your curves?&nbsp; Or just turn up that baritone voice of yours to provide a weather report, 'Storm?'&nbsp; I'm guessing you would still just walk away, because deep down you know that people like those jocks and cheerleaders don't deserve protectin', not after what they said and did to me, to you, to Caroline and all the other freaks."<br><br>He retracted his claws and walked out, slamming the door behind him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 00:38:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Storm: Calm in the face of bluster and hissyfits</strong></span><br><hr>She sighs as the door slams, shaking her head once. <strong>"That one is going to be -trouble-."</strong> She states to herself, lamenting why the powers that be decided to include violent borderline psychopaths she would never know. Pushing the long, flowing cape she wore behind her she moved back to the door, propping it back open so that anyone else who came along could simply walk in.<br><br>With another sharp sigh she moves back to the small, well-used desk and lowers herself into the seat which sat behind before flipping the folder back open. <strong>"Goddess help his team-leader. May he have unlimited patience."</strong><br><br>Shaking her head one last time she looks back through the door, for anyone else who might come along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:34:23</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Ms Marvel Meets with Storm</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">After the dust cleared, Carol gave both Gamoran and the blonde guy with the duffel bag a smile and a nod. She looked around as everyone started to disperse. As Ororo headed off across the street she rose a brow as a few of the others were headed in that similar direction. She looked back at the Green skinned one and excused herself.<br><br><strong>"I'll catch you around."</strong><br><br>She glanced over at the guy with the arrows absently and then moved away from the school. The blonde superhuman stopped by the yogurt stand and grabbed a pistachio blend before she followed over to the tower. Having received a note that she was to go there after school events were over she grew more curious and headed there with her sweet treat. Eating most of it along the way she dumped the rest into a trash bin and then went to check her mailbox. Upon receiving the note inside she went off to find her room and would change into her suit before meeting with the coordinator.<br><br>Slipping into her sleek black suit with the bright golden lightening bolt across the chest, she made sure it was all in place. She tugged on her long black boots and matching gloves before strapping on the red sash and black mask. Her long blonde locks were left flowing freely. <br><br>She made sure to check and double check herself, making sure each part of her costume was in order before she started down the hallway to the meeting room. She arrived just as the one guy from the school yard was storming out. She watched him go and raised a slender shaped brow. Her sparkling blue eyes shifted from him to the door and then made her way to it after she was sure he cleared the area. Carol knocked on the door and waited for an approval to enter.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:56:35</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm and Ms. Marvel, talk business... at least a little</span></strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img708.imageshack.us/img708/351/92585154194stormsuper.jpg)</div>The knock at the open door caused the dark-skinned teen to look upwards with her crystal blue eyes. She did not wear a mask or anything that concealed her very noticeable and exotic features. There was little doubt that she was doing much to conceal her identity other than to keep a low profile. Her dark lips part into a wide smile as she waves the tall, attractive blonde woman inside.<br><br>Her blue eyes trail down the slender, curved form of the knockout of a super-heroine for a moment before quickly darting back up to focus on the small mask she wore, or the eyes beyond that mask. <strong>"It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Storm, the student-coordinator."</strong> She introduces herself. The long blond hair, and stunning if slightly familiar looks of the woman tugged at her mind. However she simply allowed he woman to speak without making accusations about 'hey you look familiar'. She rises from the desk and steps around the simple looking piece of furniture, hand still outstretched in greeting.<br><strong><br>"I absolutely love your outfit, it makes my own seem quite plain by comparison."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 04:01:25</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Steve Rodgers</span>- </em>Just another guy from Brooklyn <hr><br>Steve entered his new room with an appreciate glance, the bare bones furnished room was nice, it beat every other place he had lived in for the last couple of years. He moved around, unpacking the scarce contents of his duffel bag before he opened the letter he had collected from the mail box. He had not even been to his first class and he was already in a team and had a meeting with a student coordinator. His eyes moved to the shield and the blue suit that hung in his closet, debating wearing it but instead opted to walk towards the summons in his school uniform. <br><br>While he walked towards the office of the person codenamed "Storm" he thought about the recruiter who had made all this happen for him and then the sudden cut of communication with the man. His thoughts lingered on his childhood, the drastic change in his physique and the training regiment he had established for himself. <br><br>Steve had walked blindly for so long he had walked the entire hallway of the floor he was supposed to be on more than five times before he realized it was a loop and he had passed the office he was supposed to go into a few times. He stopped at the door, knocked three times exactly before tilting his head into the open door and caught sight of two costume clad ladies, one he swore he had seen in the papers before and the other earlier at the scuffle by the yogurt stand. <br><strong>"Hello, I'm Steve Rodgers. Is this the Student Coordinator's office?" </strong><br>He asked as he pulled the letter neatly form his uniform pocket to confirm it himself, standing at the imaginary barrier right outside of the office waiting for his invitation in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 04:26:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Ms Marvel, Captain America and Storm Finally Meet</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Entering into the office she glanced up to see Ororo and couldn't help but be absolutely pleased. She gave the female a bright smile and moved inside. As introductions started she looked over the costume that the hero wore and was impressed, even if capes weren't her thing. <br><br>So she was student coordinator. That would explain why she was willing to help out on that field in front of the school. It would also explain part of why that Logan guy ran off like some cat whose tail got stepped on. Madder than a wet hornet. She started to reply back when someone else walked into the office. She had noticed him before and heard some others refer to him as Steve. She gave a bright smile to him, the same that she'd given to Storm and nodded a hello.<br><br>Ms Marvel would give Storm time to greet him before she gave her introduction. The lovely dark skinned female was obviously the one in charge here and as much as Carol would love to speak up at that moment, it wasn't her place to answer the question. She crossed her arms casually under her breasts and gave the guy a once over. He wasn't in costume so maybe he wandered in on accident. Either way she would watch and see what happened next.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 04:37:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Storm and group(ies)</strong></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/983/stormface.jpg)</div>The dark-skinned woman stepped forward when the familiar blond woman treated her with a brilliant smile. Leaving all ceremony aside for a moment she stepped forward and looped her arms around the blonde woman in a sudden if firm embrace. her white, trimmed with gold cape envelopes the pair during the brief embrace. Stepping back she levels her own dazzling smile towards the other costumed woman.<br><strong><br>"You had no idea how glad I was when I read that we would be on the same team. Someone with a level head to watch out for me... I couldn't be happier."</strong> The knock at the door drew her attention towards it, and the well-dressed man standing beyond. She reaches up a single arm, the draping cape still dangleing from her wrist as she motions the man to enter.<br><br><strong>"And you must be Stephen, correct?"</strong> She asks of the man, in her baritone, accented voice. Her dark lips pursing for a moment as she recognized the man who had tackled one of the linebackers as the very beginning of the large scuffle which ensued earlier. <strong>"This is fortuitous, the three of us make up 'Team One'."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 07:40:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Quicksilver Settles Into His Room</strong></span><br><br>Pietro twirled the keychain around his finger as he approached the mailbox, taking his time and trying his best not to rush things. There had been a ton of drama on campus that he'd avoided. Seeing as he was supposed to be incognito, his super-speed shenanigans were already probably pushing things just a tad. He'd instead bought a nice girl some frozen yogurt and chatted with her a bit. It wasn't a terribly deep conversation, but she sort of reminded him of Wanda, which made her insights about Bieber barely bearable. <br><br>He missed Wanda.<br><br>After retrieving his mail, he couldn't help but grin at the note within. His luxury accommodations consisting of a door, a window, and a shared bathroom. All provided free of charge. All he had to do was use his superhuman gifts for the betterment of humanity as a whole. Still, as a former terrorist, it's not as though he could say it was the worse place he'd been. The room itself wasn't too shabby. The view was nice and it was spacious enough for him. After all, it was just a place to crash and sleep. Somewhere to be himself without needing to worry about prying eyes...<br><br>Prying eyes.<br><br>Paranoia was an old friend to Pietro, and as he looked around the room, he could almost feel the eyes of hidden cameras violating every inch of his being. He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand and smiled before disappearing and zipping off.<br><br>Having grown up as a gypsy, Pietro had an affinity for fabrics, pillows, and tents, oddly enough. Over a couple of hours, he tracked down several bolts of cloth in bright, practically obnoxious colors, wood, paint, lights, and everything he needed to decorate as he saw fit. The end result was heavily inspired by the interior of a gypsy wagon, complete with a slatted roof. And the beautiful part was that he'd covered every original surface with something new, be it wood, cloth, or furniture. It might seem odd that the speedster would make such a claustrophobic redesign for his bedroom, but he found the tight confined oddly soothing. Lying in bed with his eyes closed, he could feel the skyscraper's gentle sway and it vaguely reminded him of a rolling wagon. Very nice indeed.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l66w25ZlX91qaydcho1_500.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 08:37:40</strong>
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				<strong>"Yea, that's me." </strong><br>He confirmed, his brows knitting for a moment as he processed the statement of making up "team one" as he walked in to her hand gesture. His attention went back to the two females, their outfits to be exact after folding the letter neatly and tucking it back into his pocket. Steve knew about super heroes, Spider man early that day was proof but he never gave it second thought on what they did when they where not fighting crime or being targeted by the media. He thought this team had something to do with the school at first but it was becoming clear that was not the case. <br><br><strong>"So, what exactly is our team supposed to do?</strong><br>Steve asked, stopping a few foot steps past the door way before adopting a very eased but standing stance. <br><strong>"I'm not exactly sure what I signed up for to be honest."</strong><br>He added, showing uncertainty in the reasons behind his "scholarship" to Stormvalley but did not let it show on his face nor his tone which just proudly proclaimed his Brooklyn accent, not that it would be unique considering where the school was located. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 19:12:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Storm: Addressing Team One</strong></span><br><hr>She nods her head once again as she turns to face the newcomer. A single arm reaching out, complete with draping white cape to circle the waist of the blond woman she had come to consider a good friend, to stand hip-to-hip with the other costumed woman. Her costume was simple but still attractive. It mad her ponder a new outfit for herself as the one she wore was simplistic, and something she had gathered together at the absolute last moment.<br><br><strong>"Stephen..."</strong> She begins in her baritone, accented voice. <strong>"What you signed up for is simple. This group, one of the first of it's kind is meant to be a group which can protect humanity from those who, like us, have... special abilities. But choose to use them for far more sinister purposes. You.... Her,"</strong> She pauses motioning towards Ms. Marvel at her side, <strong>"And me all have abilities that others do not. And it is our responsibility to use them for the betterment of mankind, not to control or lord over them."</strong><br><br>"The team numbers themselves do not have specific roles, however we will be specialized to deal with threats that have many numbers to them. A large group or even a marching army, that would be something we would handle if it came to it." She pauses once again, her full lips pursing. <strong>"Do either of you have any more questions?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 20:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel... part of a team to combat armies?!</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> Steve. So he had a name. As Storm spoke she had to wonder just what each of their special abilities were. Carol could guess that Storms had something to do with the weather, but Steve was a mystery. She listened quietly as their team was described and her eyes widened. This guy must really have some power for the three of them to be able to defeat sizable groups like that. It was true that Ms Marvel could take on a few at a time, but an army of superhuman sorts? She almost laughed some and then looked over Steve again.<br><br><strong>"I'm Ms Marvel. You may have seen me in my civvies and my true identity of Carol Danvers. I do have a few questions but first of all, what exactly kind of powers do you both have? I mean, I can fly. I absorb energy and can shoot concussive blasts back. I also am pretty good at hand to hand combat as well as a few other things. I'm really strong and tough. I can take a beating. Its one of the reasons why I didn't think getting involved in a fight on school grounds was a good idea. Getting lost in the moment of battle can be dangerous for us when we're up against regular people. Someone could get seriously hurt or worse die."</strong><br><br>Carol stood there next to Ororo and looked to each of them in turn. She knew that the student coordinator understood where she was coming from. She also felt that Steve wasn't too quick to rush into things and seemed to take it easy on the guy he was fighting, for the most part, at least from what she could see at her distance. Pushing back her long blonde locks she smoothed her fingers over her sash and waited for a response to what she had said and rambled on about.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 21:02:35</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Communing with her teammates, and considers a new outfit!</span></strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/8778/67216storm400.jpg)</div>She turns towards the blond woman at her side as she spoke, nodding her head. Letting Stephen speak for what his own abilities where seemed the most prudent action at the moment. Instead she answers the other part of Ms. Marvel's question.<br><br><strong>"I am able to control all aspects of the weather. Wind, lightning, rain, snow, sleet... If I wish lightning to strike a person, a building or a vehicle I can will it to happen. If I wish for a tornado to touch down and devastate a city, I can do that as well. If I wish softball sized hail to rain down, I must merely will it to happen."</strong> She begins to explain in her baritone, accented voice. <strong>"I can fly upon the winds. I care carry all three of us on the winds if I need to. However."</strong> She pauses for a moment, looking down at herself. <strong>"I am just as frail as any other human being. While temperature does not effect me, nor does any weather condition... I break, bend, and injure as easy as someone with no abilities. Not to sound... Arrogant, but you two, your specific abilities are to help protect me at close range."</strong><br><br>She shifts her clear blue eyes between the blond woman, and the man near the doorway. <strong>"With that said, while I am student coordinator. Stephen will be Team leader for the time being. We will each have a chance to fill the position, as we are all being evaluated for leadership potential."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 21:51:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Steve Rodgers- </em></span>Just another guy from Brooklyn<hr> <br><br>Steve stood still, listening to their unique set of abilities and identities with his neutral expression across his face until Storm mentioned he would be team leader. That did not grab his attention as much as the news that he would be her bodyguard, well he and Ms, Marvel. <em>Was that what the shield was given to him for? </em> He thought to himself. A deep breath was drawn in, protect people, he could do that and he decided on just focusing on the purpose behind the means no matter how unorthodox is sounded. <br><strong>"Well, I think you two are the muscle then, I'm just a kid from Brooklyn looking at getting into&nbsp; West Point or another prestige military academy. I was recruited and told that attending this school would earn me a recommendation letter after high school so here I am."</strong><br>He explained before turning to Ms. Marvel. <br><br><strong>"I didn't think it was right to stand by and do nothing either. I dealt with bullies enough in life to know that standing up to them is the only way to get them to back down." </strong><br>Steve explained, adding his piece to the scuffle they had all seen or involved with earlier that day. He looked over the two over again and let a curious look spread over his features.<br><strong>"Do I need a costume also? I have a blue suit but have yet to actually wear it anywhere." </strong><br>The young blond man said, feeling out of place around the two in their attire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 06:47:54</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Words before Fists</span></strong><br><hr><br>With a soft sight the dark-skinned woman turns to face the man at the doorway more fully. "I understand your desire to do something and to stand up to those you see as bullies, and you are correct, standing up to them is a very valid way to deal with them. But standing up to them does not also have to mean fighting with them." She pauses for a moment stepping away from the blond woman slightly. <strong>"Each of us, as I have said have great power. And I believe we should use that power for the betterment of humanity. Not to attack people who cannot possibly defend themselves against us."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment once again, glancing down. <strong>"I killed a man once."</strong> She states bluntly. <strong>"I used my powers on him until he was dead. And for no reason other than I was scared. I could have scared him away, or flew to safety, or done anything but extinguish a life. I do not expect you to understand, nor to feel the same way. But I strongly believe that we have already failed if a conflict comes to the point in which people are seriously hurt or killed."</strong><br><br>She sighs once again, her full lips pressed together in a soft pursing. <strong>"Feel free to design a costume to your own liking as we each have. My own is... quite simplistic at the moment, and hopefully I will get the chance to come up with something more 'flashy' but... Well if you require any materials to create a costume of your design, I can help you with that."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 15:35:54</strong>
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				<strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738)</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br><br>Logan stormed off to his room.&nbsp; He felt like breaking something.&nbsp; Instead of fumbling with his key, he "picked" the lock with his claw, rendering it useless, then kicked the door in.&nbsp; He had a feeling a little lock wasn't going to be enough to keep out other powered students.&nbsp; Soon, his reputation alone would make anyone think twice about invading his privacy or stealing his stuff.&nbsp; Not that he owned much.&nbsp; He had jeans, boots, tank tops, a leather jacket, a motorcycle and some uniforms.&nbsp; <br><br>Key word.&nbsp; Uniforms.&nbsp; Not costumes, which was the word Storm was using.&nbsp; Thanks to his hearing, he could eavesdrop on her conversation.&nbsp; Costumes are for Halloween parties.&nbsp; Uniforms are for combat.<br><br>He also picked up the scent of Steve, the blond guy who helped him out earlier, as well as the scent of another chick he didn't know yet.&nbsp; <br><br>He took off his jacket and stood in front of the mirror on the back of the door.&nbsp; He popped his claws and took a gander at himself.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/Wolverine_claws_jeans_tank.jpg)<br><br>He also unpacked his uniforms and hung them up.&nbsp; He put one of them on.&nbsp; It was a new one he hadn't used yet.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Wolverine_claws_X-Force_standing.jpg)<br><br>Maybe Storm had a point.&nbsp; It's better to avoid a conflict that get into one.&nbsp; But he wasn't one to use words to persuade an opponent to back off.&nbsp; If anything, Logan used words to goad enemies into fights.&nbsp; But the right appearance can intimidate them into backing off.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 19:27:38</strong>
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				<strong>Joystick</strong><br><br>Janice wasn't even short on breath as she arrived at school just late enough to miss the opening speeches at Stormvalley High, but not late enough to get settled in her dormitory at the Avengers Tower. Not that unpacking was hard, living on the run with her Dad, so to speak, meant she was used to traveling and packing light. A backpack, a gym bag and a carry-on sized suitcase was all she ever really needed and this was no different.<br><br>It had taken her about half an hour to get settled, as she heard the commotion outside her room in the tower. Having already gotten her room assignment and had her meeting with the Student Coordinator earlier, she figured that pestering her now again about what was going on wouldn't be a good idea. She knew she was training to be an Avenger, a bonnified Super Heroine, but was sure as heck unsure of how to even begin that. From what she saw on her dormitories television, a monster was on the loose in the city which is what she assumed the commotion at the tower was about, but since her superheroine career began this morning, she was figuring that she'd sit out of it.<br><br>But she wasn't positive either way, so she didn't go to Ororo, but she didn't stay in her room. She decided to go exploring the tower, having picked up that an old... acquaintance was also a young Avenger here.<br><br>She didn't know what room he was in, but she figured it out when she saw the clawed up door lock on one particular door. Logan was never a fan of keys... or civil behavior in general, oftentimes.<br><br>And she knew something else about Logan. How to push his buttons in a way no one else could.<br><br>The lock was broken, she could've just swung the door open with a simple push.<br><br>But instead, after taking a wary glance both ways to make sure the coast was clear, she delivered a powerful superhuman kick to the door, shattering it horizontally as the center of the door splintered away and two large chunks hung loosely off the doors top and bottom hinges, swinging loosely. Then... she gently pushed the remnants of the door aside and grinned as she found Logan how she usually left him when they encountered each other months ago.<br><br>Half naked...<br><br>"Hey there Logan," Janice said with a smile, leaning against the ruined door frame. "I can tell from your lack of dress that you've been expecting me. Got anymore of those special cookies waiting for me too?" she asked, knowing full well her appearance was a surprise to him, just like the first time they met.<br><br>She then gestured across her chest, revealing she was wearing the same High School letter jacket before, with the strangely phallic looking gaming joystick sewn over its right breast, and her nickname in cursive written over it. "You haven't gotten lost in all of those High School poseurs to have forgotten about me have you shorty?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 19:49:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ms Marvel gets lost in thought</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Carol rose a brow at the words of what Storm could actually do. She hadn't expected so much from her and then that the two of them, Steve and herself, would be helping to protect her. She had no problem protecting the dark beauty from bad guys. Ms Marvel would not mind at all. Carol on the other hand wouldn't mind getting to know Ororo better. She was fascinated with the white hair and her accent. It was something she wanted to know more about, not to mention she had lovely lips. A blush spread over her cheeks as she thought about it and she looked away from the woman to the blonde male beside her.&nbsp; After all it was more appropriate to be attracted to men, right? He certainly was the epitome of manliness with his bulging muscles and boyish good looks. <br><br><strong>"I hardly think you are just a kid, Steve. Whoever sent you here knew things about you that maybe you don't even realize. I'd love to test your abilities."</strong><br><br>She grinned a little flirtaciously and looked to Storm as she started to speak in turn to what Steve said about the bullies. The blonde superheroine agreed with what she said and didn't feel a need to repeat it. However, when it was mentioned that Storm killed a man once she frowned. Her eyes felt sorrow for what the woman did. Carol had never killed before, but she understood what was said. There was a time when she first gained her abilites that she hurt someone badly. It was accident. One that many of her kind probably made at first. It was why she preferred to fight superhumans rather than bank robbers. <br><br>She thought if the superheroes fought car theifs, muggers, rapists, and the like it would leave nothing for the human police force to do. The city would get lazy on their own crime fighting and it would leave it all up to the supers to handle. Not something Carol liked the idea of. What if a supervillian appeared and everyoen was too busy fighting normal crime to see it. Or if they did go off to fight the supervillian and every theif, terrorist and the like decided to do what they wanted while the forces of justice were busy? The thought of it disturbed the young scientist and she sighed some. <br><br>Carol had completely missed the talk about costumes as she was lost in her own world at that moment. Her gaze was locked on Steve but she wasn't really looking at him, more like through him. She blinked twice and then looked toward Storm. Her fingers pushed through her wavy blonde locks and she gave a soft smile to the female.<br><br><strong>"Are their facilities here that we can use for training? It might help Steve figure out why he is here and it would give me some time to train with the both of you so that we knwo the best way to keep each other safe."</strong></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 20:08:27</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm, a young woman who was forced to grow up too fast</span></strong><br><hr><br>Her own crystal blue eyes shifted towards the blond woman next to her, looking up into her similarly blue eyes for a moment. She was staring at her. She trails off speaking of her story to both her and the blond man beside her. Blue eyes locked to blue eyes for a long moment, her full brown lips purse slightly in thought. Carol, it was a simple, friendly name a name that reflected so much in the woman who she stood next to. Was it just her? Was there a moment of attraction? Of not just two people who wish to be friends but perhaps something more.<br><br>The soft, pink hue that spreads across the creme-colored cheeks of the taller woman just under the dark lines of her partial mask before she quickly looked away was telling. She reaches out a single arm, with a single, elegant sweep she allows the lighter brown almost caramel colored palm to rest on the exposed upper bicep of the tall, shapely teenaged woman. A swift contact, a small declaration of interest in a simple, harmless gesture.<br><br>She nods her head to the asked question. <strong>"There are weight rooms and training areas in the sub-floors for those with enhanced strength. You are both -very- free to make use of them at your leisure."</strong> She motions towards the doorway, her hand slipping from it's light contact with the blond woman's shoulder. <strong>"I hope to see the both of you later, please get acquainted with the amenities, they are yours to use as you please. And Carol, perhaps you could join me later for dinner? I like your outfit very much and I would like to get your input on fashioning one similar for myself."</strong> An invitation extended, a chance taken, though cloaked in a harmless seeming activity. The fact was she -very- much wanted to get to know her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-07-2011, 21:56:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRodgers.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Steve Rodgers</em></strong></span><hr><br><strong>"I respectfully disagree, just because one is weak in comparison to another does it make them powerless."</strong><br>He said in response to Storm about "us", whatever that meant. Steve took a deep breath as she shared a dark time in her life when she killed someone out of fear but did not find the right words to say at first. His eyes moved up to look at her sympathetically without a judging gaze.<br><strong>"I am sorry to hear that."</strong><br>Steve consoled lowly as he frowned without anything else to add to console her but did not have to as they swapped topics rather quickly back to outfits. He wanted to chuckle but felt it was inappropriate and he knew it but instead he decided he just needed to get out for a moment. <br><br><strong>"Sure."</strong><br>Steve said with a nod of his head as he glanced back and forth between both team mates, obliviously missing the flirtatious smile. <br><strong>"Subbasement, got it. No wonder I could not find anything earlier."</strong><br>He added absently before he began to take a few steps back. <br><strong>"I'm going to get going now, I will catch up with you two later." </strong><br>Steve excused himself with the new tidbit of information. <hr><br>The young blond man made his way back to his dorm and began to strip down quickly before moving to his closet to retrieve the blue suit within in. It took him a few minutes, a few mumbled almost curses and a few bumps into the walls as he hopped around but he finally managed to fully slip into the form fitting suit. It was light and thick, he had never analyzed it before but it appeared to be made of a armored fiber that looked like it could block bullets, not that he would foolishly go stand before a gun. The suit clung to him, allowed no restriction to his movement but he figured he would need to test that in training. Finally he moved to pick up the shield, leaving the helmet in the closet before he left his room and moved towards the elevators, next stop subbasement! <br><strong>"I wonder when the football team will have try outs..."</strong><br>He spoke to himself as he waited for the elevator. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VincentD</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 00:03:30</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;T'Challa waited as the brawl was broken up and all the participants dispersed, causally eating his bowl of yogurt as his eyes carefully studied each person before the container was discarded. Once the square had returned to normal, he crossed the street opening his senses as he moved from spot to spot, closing his eyes as his nostrils flared marking each individual scent. Tiny clues filtered through his thoughts, picking up the accents of anger, confidence, confusion and the other myriad emotional states that came with young adulthood. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Do you have the mark of the prey?”, the Panther god asked in his mind curiously, the same tone he regarded most of the odd behavior of his young charge. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Not prey...allies, possibly friends if we are lucky.”, the prince responded in a clipped, distracted instant reply.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Taking the god's silence as satisfactory, he finished his task and moved across the street to the dormitories, retrieving his key as he took note of the lingering after-traces of those who had been here before him recently. His feet moving without sound on the tiled floor, he makes his way to his room unlocking the door and stepping inside. T'Challa took note of the room and its spartan furnishings with satisfaction, taking out his tablet and firing off a quick note to N'gassi of his requirements. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tossing his backpack onto the bed, he moved a finger to the buckle of his uniform pants and pressed lightly, a hum filling the air as the clothing's image disappeared as the traditional uniform of the Black Panther was revealed. T'Challa fit his gauntlets over his hands and affixed his mask in place, instantly feeling calm overtake him. This was something he could control regardless of what challenges his new teammates and city could throw at him and the restlessness would be taken care of shortly. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “The training facilities are nearby...excellent.”, he mused aloud as he locked his scant possessions away and left the room. As he walked, he heard a female voice down the hall, T'Challa looking back to hear the crash of the door being kicked in. “Perhaps I shall speak to Logan later....yes.”, he thought as he moved towards the elevator. Stepping inside, he didn't have the chance to hit the subbasement button before the box began to rise. “Damn it. Sub elevator, not admin..”, he growled, punching the correct button. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The door suddenly opened as the lift stopped to reveal Steve in his outfit, T'Challa taking the moment of surprise to take in the blond male's uniform, the analytical portion of his mind noting the similarity in build between the two teenagers before he moves to the side and indicates the empty portion of the elevator. “Hello Steve. Subbasement? My name is T'Challa”, he says in a neutral friendly tone, extending his gloved hand.<br><br><br>(http://Code: [Select]<br><br>[img]http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvzSrhSPbL_UUJExnk3eAQMFbiIDrls9APSJdppo9gx1Hn-xU&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__Su73es0tfEjOd9gDZFmlkej7hbE=)<br><br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 00:42:29</strong>
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				The crash of Janice's entrance did nothing to startle Logan after he turned away from the mirror on the door.<br><br><em>"Hey there Logan, I can tell from your lack of dress that you've been expecting me. Got anymore of those special cookies waiting for me too?"</em><br><br>"Of course I've been expecting you, Janice," he said over his shoulder.<br><br>"In fact, I smelled you when you got on the floor," continued Logan, his mask in his hand with the top half of his uniform hanging down behind him from his waist.&nbsp; <br><br>"I smelled you when you entered the building."&nbsp; He turned around, facing her, his whole body sporting a thin layer of hair.&nbsp; He threw the mask over his shoulder, making it land on the bed.<br><br>He stepped toward her as she leaned against his doorframe.&nbsp; His grumble became a whisper.&nbsp; "I smelled you when you woke up this morning."<br><br>He reached out and grabbed the souvenir he gave her that she was wearing.&nbsp; "What the hell did you do to my old jacket?"&nbsp; With their height difference, her chest was in front of his face.&nbsp; <br><br>"You know, most girls just wear the jackets that guys give them, they don't replace the letter with a phallic symbol, or change the name.&nbsp; Then again, you ain't most girls, are ya, kid?&nbsp; And I didn't give you that jacket, I traded it to get my jeans back.&nbsp; Of course, that was after..."<br><br>He smiled at the memory.<br><br>"... that was after you stole my cookies, and I called ya Joystick, since yer so good at handlin' a rod."<br><br>He walked away from her and lay back on his bed, putting his arms behind his head.<br><br>"So, just visitin' little old me?&nbsp; Or you think yer good enough to join this crew?"<br><br>Already his uniform was tenting, but he didn't bother hiding his arousal for her.<br><br>He looked over at his desk.&nbsp; The only thing on it was jar of cookies.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 01:47:04</strong>
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				A perpetual smile was fixed to her face, knowing full well she could control the amount of sweet and spice in her interactions with Logan to bring out what she wanted from him... most of the time. She was eyeing him as he laid back out on the bed.<br><br><em>"So, just visitin' little old me?&nbsp; Or you think yer good enough to join this crew?"</em><br><br>Her smile remained unchanged. "I know I'm good enough for this crew," she said, glancing to make sure no passerbys could look in and see what they would be doing on his bed in a short amount of time, at least unless they ducked in. But in that case, Wolverine could smell them coming. "I was good enough to handle you after all, and your regenerating sperm bank after all," she says, glancing at the cookies on the table, then back at him laying on the bed. "But you look tired, maybe those cookies can give us both a bit of spring in our step," she then said, rounding the edge of the bed while shrugging off his... now her... jacket and revealing the white tank she was wearing underneath. <br><br>She grabbed the jar of cookies and sat down beside him, taking one out and waving it above his face, before feeding it to him with a smile. "I know you don't Logan," she said, glancing at the bulging tent in his uniforms pants. "But I prefer milk with my cookies. Can you help with that, or would you prefer to take a nap like some old man shorty?" she finally asked teasingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 04:41:25</strong>
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				"Sorry, kid, no milk here," said Logan, pulling the lower part of his uniform down, exposing his cock.&nbsp; Logan was had a thick build for his height, but he was short.&nbsp; His cock belonged on a taller man.&nbsp; Having it lay there going up his stomach made it even look bigger.&nbsp; Pre-cum was oozing out of the tip.<br><br>"Sperm, on the hand, I got plenty of."&nbsp; He fisted his cock from base to head, squeezing out more pre-cum, enough to pool on his chest.<br><br>"And it's coming out, Janice, with your mouth on it or off it.&nbsp; But if you use those skilled hands, this place will be raining cum.&nbsp; You thinking you can pull that off again?&nbsp; No one else can work me like you can."<br><br>He put his hands at his sides after wiping the crumbs off his lips from the cookies, waiting for her next move.<br><br>"Just like last time, kid.&nbsp; Tug the balls.&nbsp; Work the shaft.&nbsp; Nibble on the head.&nbsp; Gallon of 'milk,' at least."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 05:27:34</strong>
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				She smirked, raising an eyebrow at him as she put the cookies aside and then kneeled at the foot of the bed, sliding her hands up his legs as she drew her body up between his legs and leaning in low, slightly brushed her nose and lips just an inch over Logan's exposed groin area, close enough that he could feel the hot breath of her tempered exhalations across his sensitive manhood, from balls to the domed glans of his shaft. At the same moment, she took in the raw masculine scent of the mutants manhood, letting the pheromones he was exuding and the smell of his groin further intoxicate and excite her already aroused passion.<br><br>As her smooth hands slid up his hairy legs, they soon slid over the base of his hard cock, her fingers splitting up as they gripped the base of his shaft, giving it a few firm strokes, as she closed her eyes, remember the familiar firmness, the thickness, the heat of his member. It had been months since she assumed they would never meet again, but here they were, reunited again. <br><br>"You don't need to tell me Logan. I know how to drive a stick," she said, her light breaths wafting over the head of his cock before she closed her eyes again. "And don't call me kid. I know your an old soul, but you ain't much older then me shorty," she then added, complimenting him on his character, but unaware of how old he actually might have been as she opened up her mouth, taking the purplish broad cockhead of Logan's phallus into her warm, waiting mouth. A second later, he felt her familiar mouth humming softly, the strumming vibrations shooting through his ultra sensitive glans, as her tongue rolled and flickered over his dome, lightly working her lips on the lower edge of his cockhead and suckling as opposed to sucking his manhood while her breasts pushed up against his balls, until they were resting on her firm pert tits, and her hands were working the entire length of his throbbing manhood.<br><br>Even though she was just sucking his cock, she was enjoying herself. Just worshiping a magnificent cock like Logan's, it was satisfying.<br><br>She only hoped no one would investigate the shattered door, peek inside and notice their not so subtle behavior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 06:42:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Steve Rodgers</em></strong></span><hr><br>The wait for the elevator had not been long but Steve did not talk for himself for long. When the elevator doors opened he was side stepping back and forth with the shield latched to his right arm, partially raised as he fought an invisible opponent. His neck craned in the direction of someone who knew him but he did not know, causing him to lower his guard and let the shield slide off his arm to free it in order for him to step into the elevator with a nod. Steve's right hand moved forward to meet the gesture of introduction with the shield held in his left hand.<br><strong>"T'Challa?"</strong><br>He asked, unaware of the silent T and hoped he had not butchered the name to badly. <br><strong>"Yea, going to check out the training facilities and get acclimated." </strong><br>Steve added in a attempt to start small talk with the complete stranger that somehow knew him. After the quick hand shake he stood side by side with the young man and stared at the closing doors before turning his attention back to T'Challa.<br><strong>"You new around here? It's my first year but everyone I have run into so far seem to know what they are doing." </strong><br>He shared. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VincentD</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 10:19:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The ebony and gold clad prince nods after Steve enters the elevator, the doors closing with a small hiss as with a barely perceptible shiver, the lift begins its descent once more. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes, that's pretty much it.", he says in response to the questioning way his lift companion said his name. "From what I observed on the square, I would say whoever trained you was skilled in his or her art...You held yourself back quite nicely there with the other students. We both know you could have caused them serious damage without much difficulty or effort. It bodes well for my involvement with this group.", he says softly, still looking forward at the digital readout.&nbsp; T'Challa was normally not much of a talker, but in a strange way he felt a sort of kinship with the shield carrier.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"This is actually my first day and I arrived only a short while ago. However, if you mean the costumes and fighting, I would have to admit to some little knowledge.", he says before shaking his head, the wry smile unseen under his mask. "I apologize, I am new to this land and mean no false mystery...I have been trained to this role and garb since I was able to walk, but attending a school or having time to relax is very new to me as is meeting people in non-state functions.", he says with a small chuckle.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A moment passes, then the chime of the arrival of the lift sounds. "Sub-basement 2: Physical Training /Medical Area 1 Please disembark."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 21:49:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>Steve Rodgers</em></strong></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> With T'Challa</strong></span> at the Avenger Tower-&nbsp; Moving to the Subbasement/training facilities. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114498.msg4979835#msg4979835)<hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 22:42:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Ms Marvel Exits to Train</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Carol felt the weight of the other female as she held her up and knew it was a great burden to take care of students and so much more. The death staining her hands and her heart. She felt bad for her and wanted to make sure the beautiful African woman knew she couldn't hold all that guilt it, but that would have to wait for another time as the two were interrupted.<br><br>Turning to face the one who entered, her red sash swayed wit her motions and she gave the green skinned man a bright smile. She definitely recognized Gamoran from earlier and somehow knew she'd see him here. Not so soon, but in the building none the less. A polite nod was given to him and then she looked to Storm before she moved away.<br><br><strong>"Pizza sounds perfect. I'll meet you at your room, then. For now, I will leave you to your duties."</strong><br><br>She gave each of them a smile and moved to go past Gamoran. Her hand moved over to touch the male briefly on the arm and she gave him a dazzling smile.<br><br><strong>"Good to see you again Gamoran. I'll see you later."</strong><br><br>Carol then slipped out of the office and headed down toward the elevator to go downstairs.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 23:10:12</strong>
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				<hr> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Gamoran Walks in on Two Angels</strong></em></span></div> <hr><br>Gamoran had settled into his new room alright.&nbsp; He didn't plan on adding any personal touches, though... he didn't see the point, really.&nbsp; It was just a place to rest, after all.&nbsp; He found the note and managed to read it with a bit of difficulty.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; He could speak and read six different languages, including Kree, Skrull, Zen-Whooberian and Galactic Trade Common, but he was having difficulty with 'English'... and to make matters worse, that wasn't even the only language on the planet!&nbsp; No, this planet apparently had over a hundred different languages.&nbsp; Gah!&nbsp; Did Terrans enjoy making their lives more complicated?&nbsp; The concept of 'nations' was pretty foreign to him.&nbsp; The most advanced civilizations in the galaxies consisted of one ruling body that controlled at least an entire world, if not many planets.&nbsp; The Shi'ar ruled over an entire galaxy!&nbsp; This was truly a backwater planet, yet he knew they had not only defeated multiple invasion attempts by the Kree, Skrull and the hated Badoon, they had repulsed the world devourer Galactus not one but twice!&nbsp; No other world had ever done that.&nbsp; What made these Terrans so special?&nbsp; <br><br>He slipped his uniform on, which consisted of green mesh leggings and boots with matching bracers, his blade, the legendary Godslayer sheathed at his side.&nbsp; His toned chest and stomach were left bare... he moved out of his quarters and made his way down the hall to Storm's office.&nbsp; He opened the door and stepped in to see Ms Marvel and Storm, both wearing uniforms that clung to their lovely forms.&nbsp; His eyes followed every curve of the beautiful women, a smile crossing his lips and a very subtle flush darkening his emerald flesh.&nbsp; Finally he got his composure and offered a slight bow... not reminiscent of that of Asian culture, no.&nbsp; It was different somehow.&nbsp; He lowered his head but did not lower his eyes... watching the two of them like a hawk.&nbsp; Finally he stood up fully, a smile offered to the both of them.<br><br><strong>"Forgive me.&nbsp; I didn't know you were busy, Storm.&nbsp; I can come back later."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 23:27:05</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: The unwittingly popular girl suddenly.</span></strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/8778/67216storm400.jpg)</div>Her full, dark brown lips part in a smile as the blond woman levels a rather brilliant and affectionate smile her way. She let out a small sigh as she felt strong but feminine arms wrap around her torso in a brief embrace. And just for that moment she allows herself to lean forward into the strong form of the stunningly beautiful woman. Her posture slumps and her chin rests onto one of her shoulders. Just for a moment she allowed someone else to support her, she allowed all of the pressure that had been mounting on her shoulders to pass onto the other woman, to help her hold them up, just for the briefest of moments. And it felt good.<br><br><strong>"Oh I am... in the first room to the right as you arrive on the dormitory floor via the elevator."</strong> She responds to Carol's question as to where she was residing. <strong>"As for the costume it is similar to your own in design. Black with gold trim. Take out sounds excellent... pizza? I rather found I enjoy that."</strong><br><br>She turns her head slightly at the sound of a calm, centered voice near the doorway to the rather simple office she used. The small smile remains on her dark lips for a moment as she allows her clear blue eyes to settle onto the green-skinned man. She remembered him from earlier, he had been one of the few males she had outright stared at. She always considered herself 'picky'. She only ate certain food, listened to certain music, wore certain clothes with certain colors. And found herself attracted to only certain people.<br><br>It was much like that with the green-skinned man. He had the subtle tone of a life-long Martial Artist, sleek and athletic like a coiled spring ready to expand at a moment's notice. His skin was a brilliant emerald green with odd yellow markings around his eyes. She found herself musing if he had any other markings covered by the clothing he wore.<br><br><strong>"Not at all, Carol and I were simply discussing dinner plans, and I was telling her about the training facilities in the sub-basement, something perhaps you might be interested in well?"</strong> But before then... <strong>"Gamoran... right?"</strong> She asks, her baritone accented voice causing her to pronounce the man's name oddly sounding much like 'Ghem-MO-ran'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 03:34:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Ms Marvel Leaves to Train</strong><br></span></span><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Carol felt the weight of the other female as she held her up and knew it was a great burden to take care of students and so much more. The death staining her hands and her heart. She felt bad for her and wanted to make sure the beautiful African woman knew she couldn't hold all that guilt it, but that would have to wait for another time as the two were interrupted.<br><br>Turning to face the one who entered, her red sash swayed wit her motions and she gave the green skinned man a bright smile. She definitely recognized Gamoran from earlier and somehow knew she'd see him here. Not so soon, but in the building none the less. A polite nod was given to him and then she looked to Storm before she moved away.<br><br><strong>"Pizza sounds perfect. I'll meet you at your room, then. For now, I will leave you to your duties."</strong><br><br>She gave each of them a smile and moved to go past Gamoran. Her hand moved over to touch the male briefly on the arm and she gave him a dazzling smile.<br><br><strong>"Good to see you again Gamoran. I'll see you later."</strong><br><br>Carol then slipped out of the office and headed down toward the elevator to go downstairs.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 05:31:07</strong>
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				<hr> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Gamoran:&nbsp; Can All Martial Artists Stick Their Foot in Their Mouth So Well?</strong></em></span></div> <hr><br>He smiled at Ororo, unaware of her thoughts of what might lay beneath his clothing... yet wondering much the same about both her and Carol.&nbsp; He had been with women... well, two of them to be exact, but it hadn't ended well when his master had discovered their liaisons.&nbsp; One was killed for daring to speak defiantly to the master that for some reason he was having difficulty visualizing.&nbsp; It was making his head hurt... he winced and rubbed his temples, shaking the thoughts away and focusing on the present.&nbsp; He grinned as Ororo spoke of the training facilities.&nbsp; If she pronounced his name incorrectly he didn't say anything about it.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Oh yes.&nbsp; I am most assuredly interested in training.&nbsp; I've yet to meet anyone on this planet to truly test my combat skills against, but perhaps that will change soon."</strong><br><br>His words may have sounded arrogant to some, but there was no pretentious tone in his voice.&nbsp; He had gotten a lot better since his defeat on Aldur 7.&nbsp; His skill was incomparable throughout the galaxies and his speed, strength, endurance and reactions had been enhanced to very high levels, so it was no wonder that he was known far and wide as the most dangerous man in the universe.&nbsp; Even the vaunted Champion of the Universe had recognized his ability, though he had not had a chance to test himself against the infamous Elder of the Universe.&nbsp; Gamoran spoke as he did because as far as he knew, it was fact.&nbsp; He took a moment to cast another glance at Storm's body... the way her hips flared out and her perfect breasts held at bay by the fabric of her uniform-&nbsp; He caught himself staring and as Carol... yes, Storm had verified that she was the same girl that he had seen earlier at the school... as Carol spoke, he quickly looked in her direction.&nbsp; The curves that met his eyes as he looked at the blonde girl were every bit as tantalizing as those on Ororo, just in a different way.&nbsp; Her uniform left very little to the imagination.&nbsp; His eyes traveled up her form to politely meet her eyes... even as she moved by him and placed a hand on his arm.&nbsp; He swallowed.&nbsp; What was it about beautiful females that made him pause?&nbsp; A weakness, surely... and one that he would have to work on.&nbsp; He offered a smile as his muscles tensed at her touch.<br><br><strong>"Of course, Carol.&nbsp; It was great to see you again!&nbsp; I hope to work up a sweat with you later."</strong><br><br>Was that the proper term?&nbsp; Yes... at least according to the translator.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>26-07-2011, 06:57:42</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Storm: ... what the hell did he just say?</strong></span><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/8778/67216storm400.jpg)</div>'Hope to work up a sweat with you!' She heard the words and while English was not -her- first language either she immediately started to turn a deep, vibrant purple. She understand the implications of the statement. Her crystal blue eyes move between the two for a moment, suddenly feeling as if she was inadvertently intruding on an intimate moment. She turns with a single, elegant motion. Her long, white cape and the ivory locks atop of her head swaying as she does so. She moves towards the small desk that was the centerpiece of the office and opens the worn folder that held the information for each student.<br><br>She tried -very- hard to make herself appear busy for a moment, to give the two just the briefest moment of conversation to themselves before Carol departed. She felt her own deep chocolate skin tingle slightly her own hormones flaring as the obvious and not so obvious flirting continues. Her willpower, it is the one thing she can always count on... When dealing with her abilities, when dealing with her own fears. Her fears had ruled her before, and caused a lot of anguish for many beings, her own family included. So she drew on that center of calm once again. Forcing the intense blush on her high, chiseled cheeks to diminish. Composed she turns around to face the green-skinned man and the departing blond once again. A pleasant smile once again resting on her full, dark lips.<br><br><strong>"Well, I will not keep you from touring the training facilities for long. They are in the sub-basement." </strong>She states, walking towards the pair once again. The slight sway in her hips, the walk of confidence of self assurance back in full force with the chocolate-skinned white-haired young woman. <strong>"You, Gamoran will be on team Two with Colossus and Hyperion take a chance to meet and get to know them if you can. Otherwise I will save the speech I had planned to give everyone involved in that scuffle earlier, you did an excellent job restraining yourself up until the very end. Just remember, if you -must- attack someone who poses little threat, try not to hurt them."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment once again, her full lips pursing. <strong>"If you have any questions at all, please do not hesitate to ask. I am here to help you all get accustomed to life here in the tower."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 02:57:17</strong>
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				After Carol slipped out, Gamoran turned back toward Ororo and smiled... completely missing the awkward moment.&nbsp; His Avengers file said that he was not from Earth, so an astute individual might assume that he was unfamiliar with some of Earth's customs and the meaning of certain phrases.&nbsp; He met Storm's beautiful eyes and spoke in a friendly tone.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, Storm.&nbsp; I'll be sure and check them out soon.&nbsp; I will be sure and meet my new teammates as soon as I am able."</strong><br><br>He tilted his head as she spoke of not harming those he had attacked.<br><strong><br>"This world seems to place females in higher regard, so I did my best to immobilize them without causing them any real harm.&nbsp; The males directly attacked me, so I defended myself as is proper.&nbsp; I could have easily killed any of them or crippled them... I exercised far more restraint than I am accustomed to.&nbsp; Aside from a few bruises, they were relatively unhurt."</strong><br><br>He paused a moment as though he were about to ask something of the beautiful dark skinned girl, but he seemed to think better of it.&nbsp; Instead he shook his head.<br><br><strong>"I have no more immediate questions, Storm."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 03:12:25</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Just a poor, awkward teenaged girl a heart</span></strong><br><hr><br>Her crystal blue eyes lock with the eyes of the green-skinned male standing some feet away from her for a long moment. Her gaze was solid and unflinching, her full pillowy lips working for just a moment as if she were attempting to coax some sort of sound, or some sort of conversation or anything from them to break the slightly uncomfortable silence that had fallen over the room. It was difficult for her, it always was. She had found a small number of men and women she had met in her sixteen years to be attractive, desirable, interesting, or all three. And despite her ability to force the very air around her to obey her command, despite her iron-like willpower, and even despite how she usually found it natural and fitting to speak to people, to lead there were still times when the uncertain awkward girl that lay in her core would be all that she is.<br><strong><br>"I see by your file you are... very much not from around here."</strong> The statement was all she was able to utter to break the silence that had fallen so thickly over the room. "I have never met anyone from as far away as it says in your file that you are." Her baritone, accented voice falls into the familiar pattern of conversation with another being, and her rigid posture slacks slightly. Though it takes more an a martial artist's skill to put one's foot squarely in their mouth... <strong>"Is your body like those of humans? Or different?"</strong> That was it, the question had already escaped her lips, and as badly as she wanted to reach out and grab the words shove them back in her mouth she could not do it.<br><br>What was she doing? What even prompted her to blurt out such an inappropriate seeming question? She begins to quickly try to devise a way to make her statement -not- sound as offensive as it sounded to -her-.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 15:36:57</strong>
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				<hr> <div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Gamoran Teaches Ororo About Anatomy</strong></em></span></div> <hr><br>Gamoran noted that Storm seemed to have been acting oddly, but wasn't entirely sure why.&nbsp; As she spoke of him not being from this planet, he nodded... stepping closer to her.&nbsp; He could feel the heat from her body even if a normal human could not... his senses were above the scope of a human's and though they may not have been as sharp as Wolverine or Hyperion's, they were impressive nonetheless.&nbsp; Every muscle on his body was smoothly defined, as though he were a Greek statue chiseled out of stone, come to life in exotic alien glory.&nbsp; He spoke softer than he intended to, though his voice could still be heard.<br><br><strong>"I am a Zen Whooberian, Storm... I am the last of my kind.&nbsp; My people were wiped out by the Badoon when I was an infant."</strong><br><br>She then asked a question that made him blink and flush ever so slightly.&nbsp; His lips curled into a smile as he held his hands out to his sides and stepped closer, now about a foot and a half away.&nbsp; He could smell her natural pheromones and the scents that made her unmistakably female.&nbsp; He couldn't deny he was attracted to her and Carol both.&nbsp; The two women were so different, yet each beautiful in their own way.&nbsp; The other women he had met before had power but lacked the femininity that was undoubtedly his weakness.&nbsp; He tilted his head, that smile still on his face as he spoke.<br><br><strong>"You will find that despite certain aesthetic differences, most humanoid races in the universe are very similar.&nbsp; It's odd, I know... but I suspect that we have more in common than you would think.&nbsp; It is said that different races are even able to breed with one another even though they are of different worlds.&nbsp; I don't know why... perhaps it's simply one of those things.&nbsp; One of the last bits of magic and mystique left in the universe."</strong><br><br>He glanced down at his form, then looked back up to meet her eyes again.<br><br><strong>"Do I not look human enough, Ororo?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 18:05:29</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Enthralled with alien xenobiology</span></strong><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/6237/xmwa004covcol.jpg)</div>Her own crystal blue eyes follow the gaze of the stunning and exotic extraterrestrial man downwards. The dark rounded pupils in the middle of the vibrant sky-like irises dilate slightly as she observes the statuesque appearance of male in front of her. The sounds of his footsteps coming slightly closer caused her heart rate to jump her body reacting to the sudden proximity of someone she found highly desirable.<br><br><strong>"You... certainly look similar to a human, except for your skin but..."</strong> She pauses for a moment her voice was lower than it normally was. Gone was the booming baritone with it's strong accent replaced by a quieter more husky voice. <strong>"I... like your skin it is quite... easy to look at."</strong><br><br>Had it become hot in this room? Normally temperature differences did not bother or effect her at all. A jog around the Sahara? No problem... sunbathing in the arctic? Why not! But suddenly in this small enclosed room she could feel the heat creeping across her dark brown skin, hidden so completely by the simple white bodysuit she wore. A droplet or two of sweat gently trickles down her smooth, exotic features down one of the high, chiseled cheekbones only to drip off her wide, but sloping jawline. Her scent not that of someone exerting themselves physically but rather a subtle musky, heavy scent.<br><br>Her long legs shift uncomfortably, one crossing in front of the other as she registers a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen. "I... oh! Well you should meet the rest of your team, and there is, like I said training areas downstairs. A full pool, whirlpools a sauna." Her mind tried to will her body to step away from the rather close proximity of the green-skinned male, though her formidable willpower had left her, raging hormones and primordial responses taking control for a moment. <strong>"I... well perhaps I will join you if you go downstairs."</strong> She glances out towards the rather empty hallway beyond her office. <strong>"It would seem I do not have any more appointments lined up today."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 10:47:37</strong>
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				A quizzical look was given to the door.&nbsp; One filled with apprehension for what secrets may lie behind the closed portal.&nbsp; Fingers clenched against the fingerless gloves that decorated her hands.&nbsp; Nails bit down into the nylon straps that covered her hands.&nbsp; The gloves had been a gift from her father.&nbsp; For her parents the gift had been expensive not only with money but with their hopes.&nbsp; These had been their realization that their daughter would not wear dresses like the other girls or give up her the weights in the barn.&nbsp; This had been their white flag of peace.&nbsp; Caroline wore them as a reminder of what perseverance could do.&nbsp; Of what dedication could accomplish.&nbsp; Now though her fingers bite down into the straps as if wanting to take them off, so that her fleeing the scene would not stain their truer purpose.<br><br>Caroline had come here with the understanding that this school would be different.&nbsp; The fight earlier had shown her that the school might be different, but people were not.&nbsp; Comments from throughout the day reinforced this point.&nbsp; Still she was different; still she was someone to be pointed out in the crowd.&nbsp; Lips etched a frown over her strong features at the thought.&nbsp; Against her flesh the cotton of her top flexed while her muscle bulged from the effort.&nbsp; A roll of her shoulders brought the material tighter across her chest and then her arms yet again.&nbsp; People were the same, she would be different then.&nbsp; Fingers fell away from her gloves so that they could push against the doorway.&nbsp; &nbsp;Determination embraced her once more while she made her way through the interior.<br><br>That resolve began to evaporate when she moved down the hall toward her objective.&nbsp; Bravery eluded her when her eyes caught sight of the green man from earlier standing so close to the dark skinned woman.&nbsp; Thoughts of doubt raced through her mind as to whether she was interrupting.&nbsp; Indeed the heat between the two, even within the room itself seemed to be greater than before.&nbsp; One lip tucked back between her teeth while she approached.&nbsp; All the words left her mind while her fingers once more dug against the nylon.<br><br>“I…ummm…didn’t want to interrupt.&nbsp; I mean…not to say anything is going on or that..I saw…ummm.”&nbsp; Her brow furrowed in a way that made the rugged appearance of her muscles fade to propel her deep into the teenage lifestyle.&nbsp; “I was told to be here.”&nbsp; Her voice nearly came across as a whine.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 11:36:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112961.msg4958688#msg4958688">Quote from: vin26m on 21-07-2011, 22:01:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Logan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112944.msg4914738#msg4914738) chats with Hanuka</strong><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Teen_Logan_small.JPG)<br>He turned to Hanuka.&nbsp; "As for you...&nbsp; I've had other dudes back me up, but I've never had a babe help me out in a fight.&nbsp; Thanks for that."&nbsp; He reached out and touched her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"Means a lot... Hanuka-<strong><em>chan</em></strong>."&nbsp; He said it like he was well aware of the meaning behind it, the acknowledgement of attraction.&nbsp; <br><br>"You have nice moves.&nbsp; Being able to handle yourself in a crowd, you must practice <em>randori</em>."&nbsp; He referred to the aikido exercises of facing multiple opponents, a requirement for high level practitioners.&nbsp; <br><br>He held her fingers firmly, bringing his other hand up so those fingers were on top of the back of her hand.&nbsp; He caressed her gently from her knuckles to her wrist.&nbsp; His eyebrow raised quizzically at the texture.&nbsp; He saw a perfectly smooth, feminine hand, but that's not what he felt.<br><br>"Are you... like me?" he asked.&nbsp; "Are you... different too?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hanuka relaxed considerably as the rumble was ended.&nbsp; She flushed with pride and just a little pleasure at Logan's praise as he touched her hand before she could step back, then froze as he touched her.&nbsp; She went pale and cold.&nbsp; In spite of it, goose bumps shot through her body at his touch.&nbsp; <br><br>He must feel the light static tingle that was a consquence of the image inducer, but she knew how easy that was to tune out.&nbsp; Her finger's were a full inch longer than they looked--which was nothing on her toes.&nbsp; Though they were just as deft as they appeared, he would be feeling the satiny texture.&nbsp; <br><br>It was when he asked if she were difrent, as he was, when she looked up into his eyes, color returning to her cheeks which reddened further from there.&nbsp; The image inducer was nowhere near as protective of the sensitivity of a lonely virgin as her fur was.&nbsp; Nervously, eyes shining, she took his hand between hers, then, brought it ever so lightly to touch her her wrist and slid his fingertips down an inch.&nbsp; The velvety down was a centimeter long there, fine and soft, and if anything more sensitive than normal skin.&nbsp; <br><br>"Logan-kun," she whispered, "It meant a lot to me...&nbsp; All of it."&nbsp; She blushed, then spun away as if to flee.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 17:28:01</strong>
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				<strong>"That sounds perfect, Ororo... I would like to work up a sweat with you.&nbsp; That is the correct term, right?"</strong><br><br>Gamoran smiled at Storm and seemed like he might actually reach out to touch her when the tall, muscled girl came in.&nbsp; He stepped back a bit as he turned around to see her, and though it was difficult to see whether he was flushed because of the color of his skin, he had the look about him of someone who was just caught with his hand in the nookie jar.&nbsp; He offered a nervous smile and a nod to Caroline and spoke quickly.<br><strong><br>"Oh... you are leaping to conclusions because nothing was 'going on' as is the Terran way of putting it.&nbsp; I am nothing but professional... yes."</strong><br><br>He looked back at Ororo, who being closer to him could see that he was indeed flushed.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes, I'll meet you down in the training room in a bit, Storm... thank you for meeting with me."</strong><br><br>turning back, he slipped past Caroline with a polite <strong>"excuse me"</strong> and made his way into the hall, shutting the door behind him.&nbsp; He exhaled and started walking down toward the training area.&nbsp; By the cosmos he was a fool.&nbsp; What was it about Ororo and Carol that made him feel like he was a clumsy Rann'kran?&nbsp; &nbsp;Would it be like this with other girls he found attractive?&nbsp; He didn't think so... Caroline had a pretty face but he was not attracted to her far less feminine body.&nbsp; The same could be said of the girl with the hammer at the school, who he suspected he'd see here soon.&nbsp; He really hoped Carol and Ororo were special and this wouldn't end up being a weakness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 18:01:55</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Boy it's humid in here...</span></strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/1418/stormunleashedbywindrid.jpg)</div>The dark-skinned teenager lets out a long, drawn out sigh. Her own dark brown cheeks were flushed a dark purple somewhere between a blush and excitement. Her crystal blue eyes turn and focus on the well-muscled girl for a moment she offers a lopsided smile on her full, dark brown lips. Her gaze turns towards the green-skinned man as he steps away and speaks.<br><br><strong>"I... look forward to that as well, Gamoran."</strong> She responds, her normally baritone voice still slightly husky and breathless.<br><br>She follows the movements of the tall, green toned man towards the door as it is closed before she lets out yet another sigh this one of relief. Her eyes fall back onto the well-muscled woman. <strong>"Hello, Caroline, it's good to see you again."</strong> She steps forward and rest one of her lighter brown palms onto one of the muscular, bared arms of the far taller girl, slouching slightly in what could be seen as relief.<br><strong><br>"I... still to this day have trouble keeping my head sometimes. My hormones can get away with me. But yes, please do come in Caroline if I am the first I would like to welcome you to the Avenger's Tower. You were selected to stay here, to train with us because it has been noted that you have some very unique abilities. Your obvious strength being one of them. For training purposes we like to divide everyone into teams of three. You will be a member of team Two with the green-skinned man you just saw, Gamoran, and another man I have not met yet named Hyperion. You have already been assigned to a dormitory room, feel free to settle in and also feel free to make full use of the facilities. Recreational facilities are on the floor above us, while training facilities are in the sub-basement."<br></strong><br>She pauses her dialog for a moment, allowing her full, dark lips to purse before speaking again. <strong>"I am glad to have you with us, personally, Caroline even when taunted you refused to involve yourself in a senseless fight earlier. That kind of cool, level-headedness is something that we desperately need around here."</strong> She pauses once again offering a soft smile. <strong>"Do you have any other questions? Now is the time to ask."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:04:18</strong>
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				Caroline glanced around for a moment.&nbsp; Uncertainty touched her features as the dark skinned woman spoke.&nbsp; A part of her wondered if the woman had just admitted to being attracted to the Gamoran while another wondered over the purpose of the confession.&nbsp; There had been few friends aside from her sisters in her life.&nbsp; Even then there was a distance her sisters expected her to keep from them when out in public.&nbsp; Being their confidant had been a practical choice at home.&nbsp; Such sentiments as Storm spoke to her were common confessions, but Caroline could not fathom why someone else would tell her this.&nbsp; Perhaps she had the look of a listener she reasoned.&nbsp; Calmly she put a hand over the one that touched her and gave a nod.<br><br>“This is all kind of new to me.&nbsp; So I don’t even know what I should ask.”&nbsp; <br><br>She gave a small smile while somewhere her mind felt the failure of her words.&nbsp; Large idiot was a stereotype she was quickly finding might apply to her.<br><br>“So…the…training area has…things our size right?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:23:14</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Storm: Tour guide!</span></strong><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/6237/xmwa004covcol.jpg)</div>Her own dark lips press into a small smile as her more delicate, slender hand is covered for a moment. She allows the brief touch to fall away as she take a single step back to more easily be able to look up into the face of the large woman who she spoke to. She nods her head ad the last question. <strong>"There are indeed, from what I understand many of the weights downstairs are measured in tons."</strong><br><strong><br>"And do not worry, Caroline, if you do not know what you ask right now, well, I am always available if you find you have those questions later." </strong>She spins with a single graceful movement, walking back towards the small, wooden desk which seemed almost out of place in the otherwise polished, brushed steel of the room. <strong>"I was made Student Coordinator mainly because I have been... Well doing this longer than most. My abilities made themselves apparent at a very young age.</strong>" She offers a small smile once again. <strong>"If you would like to see the sub-basement, please, go and see what all the training facilities have to offer. Otherwise feel free to settle into your room. I am here and easy to find if you do have any questions."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 16:03:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: In front of the School.</span></span></div><br>John stood outside the main building, clinching a packet in his hands as his brown eyes roved briefly over his schedule. The idea of attending a school for mortals was ridiculous, and if Athena hadn’t hid behind their father, he would have backhanded the bitch to Hades…he sucked his teeth. His upper lip curled in disgust as though he held something uncouth. Folding the stack of papers, he closed his eyes as he stuffed them into his back, jean pocket. The white, button-up shirt was perhaps all he wore of the uniform he was assigned, and he left it open so as not to obscure the white skull that glared from the front of his black, t-shirt.<br><br>As far as John Aaron was concerned, or secretly, Ares, the God of War, Stormvalley High had bit off more than it could chew when it chose to accept his application. But what did the administration know? To mortal eyes, he was simply a handsome, young athlete. He was six-foot-one with muscles that weren’t as imposing as when he stood in his god-form.<br><br>John’s eyes lowered to the gold necklace about his neck. It was a thin chain that was just as deceiving to the eye as his appearance—in fact, it was underestimating. His index finger rose to curl about the item as he gave it two tugs that seemed harmless but were far from. The necklace had been sturdy—a true product of Hephaestus.<br><br><em>Hey!</em><br><br>John’s attention darted toward the voice that had hailed him. The look he offered was shrewd. His brows were knitted together and lowered over his oaken eyes. There was a group of young men wearing varsity jackets. Some of them were also wearing bandages, slings, and shiners—the products of a battle. The observation caused the corner of his mouth to curl with interest.<br><br>The blond leader of the gaggle raised his palms in surrender as he felt the sharpness of John’s gaze. His right hand was wrapped in bandages, his eye black and blue, and the corner of his mouth split with blood. “Wait, we’re not here to start any trouble or anything,” said the quarterback (his group couldn’t handle another fight—not even with an old hag and a hand bag). “You just look like you play a sport or something.”<br><br>John’s eyes narrowed and his lips parted as he was prepared to mention his past battles, but then quickly remembered that he wasn’t that man at the moment. His lips came together and he swallowed those words that would have had the mortals suspecting he was mental. “I suppose you can call it that…” he replied.<br><br>The quarterback lowered his hands and slid them into the pockets of his jacket. “You ever play football?”<br><br>John was back to frowning as he was suddenly filled with mixed feelings. “Can’t say I have.”<br><br>“You should come try out sometime. You look like you would make a good addition to the team.”<br><br>“Is that where you got your battle scars?”<br><br>The football players exchanged a few glances before the quarterback lied, “Yes. It’s a rough sport. It’s not for everyone, especially midgets.”<br><br>John hadn’t quite understood the ending comment, but football was sounding more and more interesting. “Then sure, I’ll join. Blood and sweat are my kinds of things.”<br><br>The quarterback smiled and approached John, offering his hand, “I’m Kevin Mason, senior, and quarterback of the Stormvalley Saints. You’ll get to know the others soon enough.”<br><br>John grasped Kevin’s hand in a firm hold before he gave it a single shake. “John Aaron, senior, I just transferred. I look forward to seeing this warriors’ game.”<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Football Field.</span></span></div><br>The football players had gathered on the field to see the new rookie. There were multiple whispers being passed from ear to ear, most of which John’s acute ears had heard, and they were sometimes flattering and insulting. John simply crossed his arms over his chest as he awaited an explanation.<br><br>Kevin bloomed from behind the group of players that stood at a respectable distance from John. He was wearing an amused smile as though he could already see the results of the rite of passage that he would put John through. Behind him, was a large man. A black shirt with the band Mastodon was stretched over his round belly that quivered like a white tongue over his belt buckle. A varsity jacket managed to fit snuggly over his arms, which made it apparent that he was a part of Kevin’s team. The hefty student and Kevin stopped a foot from John and Kevin wasted no time to begin his explanation.<br><br>“This is our offensive guard, Frank ‘Big Boy’ Jacobs. We also tend to call him the brick wall because he’s not exactly a passable force.” Kevin then held his hand out to John as he introduced, “Frank; John Aaron, he’s the new guy. Go easy on him, all right?”<br><br>Frank’s thick lips pulled into a smile that spoke his thoughts clearly: yeah right. No hands were offered between the men as they stared each other down and sized each other up. Kevin grinned as he felt the tension beginning to build between the two men. He hadn’t even explained what was to happen, and somehow, they already had the idea.<br><br>“John, your job is to act as the offensive guard and Frank the defense. You must not let him pass you. If this were a real game, and he managed to get by you, then you put me, the quarterback, in danger. Understand?”<br><br>John smirked at Frank as he replied to Kevin, “Yeah, sure.” <em>Piece of cake.</em><br><br>“Great. When I say ‘go,’ you’ll both begin.”<br><br>Kevin briskly returned to the other players as they began snorting and laughing quietly.<br><br><em>I feel sorry for the new guy.</em><br><br><em>He’s going to get rocked.</em><br><br>Their assumptions made John smile.<br><br>Frank trudged five meters backwards and then spread his legs as he lowered into position. John took no stance as he simply observed the Big Boy and studied his bearing.<br><br>Kevin, grinning in excitement, glanced to both men before he finally shouted, “Go!”<br><br>With an exhilarated cry, Frank lunged into a sprint toward John. His muscles and girth swayed and rippled as his shoes pounded the earth, hauling all that weight into an unstoppable, battering ram. His cry had excited John. His bronze eyes shrank and the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rose. He was coming. It sent him flashing back to previous battles. The enemy was coming!<br><br>Frank spread his arms and slammed into John only to feel the inertia crushing him as John remained planted, having hardly budged. He was still zoned out, watching wars play out in his head, when he heard Frank’s grunt and his brows rose with realization. He glanced down to the struggling teen, and then to the other players who were staring with their mouths agape in disbelief.<br><br><em>I have to let up a little. I have to make this believable,</em> John thought as he allowed Frank to begin sliding him back across the grass as though he were but a tackling dummy. The grass and dirt curled beneath his soles, leaving behind two tracks as Frank’s assault dwindled. His muscles were burning and he was soon sliding down John’s front to collapse to his knees in a panting fit.<br><br>John stared down at Frank with indifference, and then raised his head to shoot a smile to Kevin. “It’s my turn now right?”<br><br>Kevin managed to slowly nod while he was still lost in awe from what he saw. No one could stop Frank, and here some transfer with a build similar to his own had stopped him as though he were but a playful child.<br><br>Frank rose to his feet and kept his eyes cast down as he refused to give John the pleasure of seeing his defeat. As he walked back across the field, his eyes were wide in disbelief. What the hell happened? Was he losing his edge? Once he found his position, he turned to face John and tensed a little. He didn’t know what to expect now that the tables had turned.<br><br>John sank to a crouch. His knees rested on the grass and the balls of his feet were set and building with potential energy. He was positioned like a sprinter and he was caught up once again in his dreams. The football field was melting around him as he stared across the battlefield at the enemy lines.<br><br>Kevin glanced at the two, and then cued once again, “Go!”<br><br>John lunged forward in the same manner Frank had. His arms swung and his white, shirt caught the breeze of his sprint. There was so much adrenaline flushing through his system. It made him grin. He flaunted his teeth almost wickedly as he became aware of the pain he would deal to the behemoth.<br><br>Frank’s hands shook in what he realized to be fear as the rookie charged toward him. He was so fast, and his muscles clinched tightly as they prepared for impact. The remaining seconds, he could remember like a nightmare. They had been so surreal. John’s lips rolling back to reveal a smile out for blood and his eyes seemed to disappear in a fiery blaze. He hadn’t been a man but a monster, some creature that wanted to bring him harm, and a beast that adored the idea of inflicting pain on others. His war cry flooded his mind, sending chills like ice water throughout his body.<br><br>John slammed into Frank. His arms locked about the teen as they both flew two meters off the ground. He felt Frank’s breath leave his lungs in a strong burst that passed over his head. Frank’s feet flew upwards as he turned onto his back and landed so heavily that his form bounced twice and slid a foot.<br><br>John stood off of Frank in a fit of triumphant laughter. One hand was resting on his solid stomach as he turned away from the dazed blob, rocking in his mirth. “Twas’ like tackling a mattress!” John exclaimed.<br><br>Kevin and the other players rushed passed John to crowd around Frank.<br><br>“Frank!” Kevin called.<br><br>Frank’s vision churned as Kevin’s cries were muffled and contorted. He didn’t even feel the slaps given to his fat cheeks. Then, suddenly to their repulsion a guttural flatulence burped from beneath the teen that sounded wet with shit, and an affronting odor wafted into the players faces, causing them to scatter with their arms drawn over their noses.<br><br>“Dude, sick!” a player moaned.<br><br>Kevin turned to face John, watching him sink to his knees in his fit. Tears dripped from his cheeks as his head hung in his weakness.<br><br>Kevin approached him and lowered his arm. “I’m definitely going to get you on this team. That was amazing. You must have a drink with us. Hell, we’ll party.”<br><br>John’s laughter slowed as he recovered to his feet and wiped the tears from his eyes with his thumbs. “I can’t. I haven’t even moved into my quarters yet.”<br><br>Kevin rested a friendly hand upon his shoulder. “Come on~, you can do that later. There will be booze, babes, and other crazy events.”<br><br>John frowned in thought as he considered the offering. He hadn’t had one in awhile. “I accept.”<br><br>“Awesome!” Kevin yelled. He then turned to his buddies. “He’s coming.”<br><br>The other players cheered as they strode over to John, leaving the unconscious Frank where he lay. Kevin slung his arm across John’s shoulders as he led him to the parking lot. “I know a guy who can get us all the drinks we need. We’ll be partying at his apartment.”<br><br>“Sounds good,” John replied with a smile.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Off to Party.</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 18:24:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: On the walk before Stormvalley High.</span></span></div><br>A car hissing by awoke the teen in a start as his brown eyes opened to shrink as the late afternoon sun hit them. They then quickly closed as he rolled onto his side, feeling the solid cement beneath him. Where the hell was he? After rubbing at his eyelids, soothing them with his index finger and thumb, John opened them once again to squint at the sidewalk, the lush-green lawn, and the school just on the other side. His body was wracked with weakness as he dropped his head back upon the walk and tried to swallow down a burp that left his lips on flavors of vodka and mixers. That taste alone had him recall a few memories. The binging games he participated in. The pulsing memory of the music was thumping in his head in tune with his heartbeat. Oh yes, the party; football; and concubines (cheerleaders).<br><br>John rolled onto his back and felt a cool breeze hitting his abdomen. He raised his head to see his fly was spread open like a book to flaunt his plain-black boxer-briefs and the shapely bulge it obscured. Another memory flashed in his conscious: the soft, wet lips of one of the concubines on his dick and her tongue gliding along its length. He reached down to grasp the hem and raise it to peer past his dark hair at the faded, lollipop-red ring about his cock. Yep, it happened. He released his underpants with a snap before he rested his head back and stared up at the clouds. What the hell happened exactly? He could barely remember. There were faint images of not just one woman but several, and then he recalled being dumped onto the sidewalk from a car. The party had been short, and because he felt like shit, he could understand why. He had indulged too much.<br><br><em>God…</em>, he didn’t think he would ever use that as an expression, but the mortals were rubbing off on him.<br><br>The brunet zipped up his fly, buttoned his pants, and once again fastened his belt before he sat upwards, arching his legs so he could rest his elbows upon his knees while his palms gave comfort to his forehead. The folded papers that he was surprised he still had on him were pressing into his ass cheek as he reached a hand back to slide them free of his back pocket and unfold them before his eyes. It made him sick just to read it over and try to make sense of the instructions in his drunken state, but he needed to find out where he was staying. He read a few lines that indicated the large tower across the street, and sluggishly, he started over.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Meeting Student Coordinator Storm.</span></span></div><br>John had been standing right outside the teenager’s office for three minutes—minutes that had passed on rather quickly to his lack of notice. He had zoned out and had only snapped out of his condition when he nearly swayed forward to have his head knock against the door. He caught himself, resting his hand upon the doorframe as he bowed his head and gave his face a few slaps.<br><br>“Come on, keep it together,” he told himself—more like—his mortal shell. He hadn’t been this hung over since his father’s last marriage, and Ambrosia was ten times the beverage any mortal would ever be able to brew. When he managed to collect himself, John lowered his hand and straightened his posture, raising his shoulders with military bearing before he rapped on the door.<br><br>When and if the dark-skinned girl would answer the door, she would find standing before her something she was perhaps unaccustomed to. Still garbed in his previous apparel, John was as white as a ghost from nausea. There were bags beneath his eyes and an odor of sex, alcohol, and perfume lingered about him like secondhand smoke. What he hadn’t noticed, however, was the drawings on his face. With a sharpie, there were black circles about his eyes and signatures all over his face with random phrases such as: <em>Shotsshotsshots!, Sex!, Penis!, Rachel was here!</em> And other ridiculous words. Pink blush was on his cheeks and smears of red lipstick on his lips. There was even a red line across his neck with drawings of blood dribbles going down his throat as though someone had slit it while he was sleeping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 20:40:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Storm: Color her unimpressed</strong></span><br><hr><br>She offers Caroline a small wave as a knock on the door sounded once again. She began to speak as she moved in carefully planned elegant motions, her voice as baritone and accented as ever.<br><strong><br>"Please make use of whatever facilities you would like, Caroline, they are all at your disposal."</strong> She offers the well-muscled woman a small smile as she moves to open the door to let her out and to also greet the potential next student she would encounter rapping on the door.<br><br>Pulling the door open she focuses her crystal blue eyes onto the seeming wreak of humanity on the other side. Obviously still drunk, with the pungent scent of hedonistic activity still hanging on him she narrows her eyes. The exotic, very African features of her dark-chocolate skinned face twist into an obvious sign of contempt and distaste, some of the first fully recognizable emotions she allowed to show on her features.<br><br><strong>"Go... find your room, clean yourself up."</strong> Her baritone voice was low and dripping with annoyance as she spoke. The conversation ended at that point as far as she was concerned. Shaking her head one last time she flips a sign on the door signifying that she is out of her office and could be found elsewhere. Stepping around the drunken or hung over man at the door she beckons for the well muscled woman inside to follow her as she moves towards the elevator to head down to the sub level and join the others already training.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 22:15:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Who the hell…?</span></span></div><br>The office door opened and John’s eyes widened, shining brightly in contrast to the dark marker circles colored around them. He stepped back as first a woman that was taller than him and as fit as his mortal form stepped out. He couldn’t resist immediately examining her, mostly sizing her up as she appeared to be quite the Amazon. When she stepped aside, appearing right behind her was a dark-skinned woman. Both women were attractive, but the taller one had his challenge. One day, he would love to test her strength.<br><br>John looked to Storm next, though he was unaware that the young woman was the Student Coordinator the letter had told him to seek, but that soon became apparent when she seemed all but appalled by the sight of him. When he saw her eyes narrow, the inquisitive and admirable light that was shining in his eyes extinguished and his brows pinched together to counter with his own vexed look. That look…so many gods and goddesses had worn that look when he was around. He disliked this place already.<br><br>The way the woman, now evidently Storm, spoke to him was like a mother scolding a child. Who the hell did she think she was talking to? Student Coordinator was a title in no league comparable to that of a god or even a king, queen, president, et al, on this Earth. The right corner of John’s mouth cocked to reveal a hint of his teeth in the most condescending smirk.<br><br>“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” he told her as she didn’t seem to care what he had to say any way.<br><br>John watched as Storm and the…what he dubbed, Amazon, took their leave. He watched them until they disappeared, and then looked to the sign she had flipped on her door. He took it within his fingers and in one simple yank plucked it free and tossed it to the floor.<br><br><em>What a waste of time,</em> he thought.<br><br>John started back from which he came, detouring so as not to take the same elevator as the bitch. He took the stairwell and managed to descend one flight before the dire urge to lie down and rest wracked his body again. Fuck it. He was still too tired to try and read that packet and go on a scavenger hunt to find his dorm. The teen found a nice corner that he decided to lay down and face. He slid the packet beneath his head as a pillow, and in five minutes, which seemed already like a dream, he was gone and drooling asleep.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Sleeping in the Stairwell.</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 10:37:42</strong>
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				Caroline could not help the redness that came to her cheeks when he made his entrance.&nbsp; The tanned skin of her face grew darker while he made his powerful entrance.&nbsp; There was a near palpable air of strength to the man, a power that radiated outward that even she felt a need to respect.&nbsp; Around most men she would shrink away, wanting to go unnoticed.&nbsp; Better that way since typically their words were not of praise or want, but of cruel barbs for the body she kept.&nbsp; He meet her gaze, returned the challenge with a touch of interest.&nbsp; Part of her even dared to believe he might have shown more interest in her despite the presence of the elegant woman next to her.&nbsp; The gloves in her hand creaked when her fingers curled inward.<br><br>The boldness extended beyond simply an aura.&nbsp; He had a persona that demanded attention and wanted to be challenged.&nbsp; One hand moved to grasp her wrist and twist as she wondered over such a challenge.&nbsp; The feel of a struggle, the knowledge that only one could emerge victorious and what prize would the victor demand.&nbsp; Thoughts stirred inside her mind before the door slammed shut to leave her in the cold.&nbsp; Suddenly her head shook from the turmoil and she gave a shy smile back toward Storm.&nbsp; <br><br>“I…umm..he..err…seems quite the hand full.”&nbsp; She smiled again before making her way to follow the other woman.&nbsp; “Is he part of erm, your team?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 20:53:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Stairwell</span></span></div><br>The stairwell echoed with rapid footsteps as a young man ascended the steps only to pause on the next flight when he found a body curled up against the wall. He froze in uncertainty as he continued to examine the huddled form in silence.<br><br><em>Oh shit, I hope he’s all right,</em> he thought before he slowly crept forward, bending at the waist as he reached out with his fingers to touch the side of the neck of the victim as he checked for a pulse. He learned that he was not only warm but very much alive, and the soft snores that were escaping him were enough evidence to indicate that he was sleeping.<br><br>Grasping the teenager’s shoulder, the young man shook him and called, “Hey! You can’t sleep here.”<br><br>John stirred and slowly rolled onto his back. The sight of his face made the young man bite back a snicker of laughter.<br><br><em>Is this guy even an Avenger?</em> he wondered. He looked as though he had come from a frat party and somehow was able to wander into the tower, but that feat was impossible. Stark Tower was full-proof and that included stupid.<br><br>The brunet’s eyes cracked open, and then his brows descended his forehead as he stared inquisitively at the young man hovering over him. His eyes widened a little more to skim the stairwell. So, he was still there. Sluggishly, the senior sat up and reached his hand back to clap it down upon the packet he had been carrying.<br><br>“Are you all right? Looks like you had a good time,” the young man asked with an amused smile.<br><br>John smirked at the comment. “Yes, it was quite good.”<br><br>The young man reached his hand out and John grasped it as he was hefted to his feet. He was about to head on his way after that until he remembered how disheveled the teen was. He could tell by the packet in his hands that he was new. “Hey, do you need help finding your room?”<br><br>John frowned down at the packet, and then glanced back at the young stranger. “Yes.”<br><br>John handed the packet to the young man and allowed him to skim over it so that he could lead him like a lamb—a drunk one.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Dormitory</span></span></div><br>“Here’s your room,” informed the young man as they stood before the steel door.<br><br>John gave it one glance and already thought it looked like the portal to a prison cell. “Thank you, mm—(<del>mortal</del>) man…”<br><br>The young man grinned and chuckled. “Call me Robert.”<br><br>“John.”<br><br>The two teenagers locked hands in a friendly shake. “And don’t sweat it, I’m an Avenger too. See ya around.”<br><br>John waved Robert off and gazed back at the door. In the reflection of the steel, he saw the slightest hint of a clown. His eyes narrowed as he leaned a little closer. He observed the dark circles and writing on the image’s face and cautiously snapped his head over his shoulder to see if this strange man was behind him. Upon seeing no one, John’s eyes grew large in surprise as he brought his hand to his face and saw his reflection mimicking the gesture.<br><br>“By the gods!” John exclaimed and he stepped back in shock. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment. How long had he been walking around in such a state? He felt the humiliation rising within him like a violating cloud as he recalled all the people he’d run into. They must have thought he was a fool! His teeth clinched as his body trembled with the anger that was boiling over inside him. “Idiot mortals! You dare make a fool of the God of War!?”<br><br>Throwing his fists into the air, John shook the hall with a scream as his eyes blazed in a red rage:<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>RAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!</em></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: His Quarters.</span></span></div><br>His scream worsened his headache as he sat at a wooden table with a glass of water and two tablets of Tylenol. He had washed the graffiti and make up from his face, though the Sharpie was a tad stubborn. There were faint shadows of the dark marker still about his eyes and cheeks, but it wasn’t too bad. Popping the pills back into his mouth, he gulped down the water and then lowered the glass with a sigh. He was tired of being hung over, and Robert had set his fatigue back a few hours. He probably wouldn’t go to bed until eleven o’clock now.<br><br>John gazed across his room that had been transformed from the default model Stark had set up. He had simply summoned his divine chamber to take the previous model’s place, and boy, was his room enormous. The floors were stone, his bed framed with wood and stacked with hairy pelts from monsters of old. He had a large bath (pool) with a small fountain that cycled the water, and his walls were lined with numerous weapons: swords, battle axes, javelins, glaives, gladius, et al. Next to them were even devices of torture.<br><br>On the floor at the foot of his bed and before the table he was sitting at was the pelt of a giant lion. It hadn’t been as big as the Nemean Lion his brother Hercules had slain, but it had been a good enough attempt to put him in the same tier as his brother—so he desired.<br><br>John sat in near silence as the fire from the hearth and the torches that lit his room popped. He hadn’t gotten rid of the previous model completely for he thought the indoor plumbing was convenient and so was the big screen TV.<br><br><em>Now what?</em> John mused. There was much to explore within the tower. He pulled the packet closer to him, sliding it from the table as he <em>finally</em> decided to read it. His eyelids still felt like sand bags, but much sand had been lost as he moved about. The training facility caught the teenager’s interest as he couldn’t resist a smug look. What sort of mortal facility could train a god? He had to see this. The exercise might lighten his condition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 03:56:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The cool air had done what she expected of it, calmed her flaring emotions. Rid her of the intense feeling of claustrophobia that had been crushing her as she spend entirely too much time underground. Usually such things did not bother her for extended periods of time, but the intense stresses of the day had only compounded her feelings, making her much more susceptible to the occasional panic attacks she could suffer from.<br><br>She jumps slightly as the sound of a voice, as soft as it was ringing out from behind her. Her head snaps to one side as she looks over a single shoulder. Falling was not an issue or a worry for her, the winds at her command would easily catch her if she -did- fall. Her bright blue eyes rest on the familiar, green-skinned man from earlier. He, was at least one of the people she was not unhappy to see. Her full almost pillowy dark brown lips pull into a small smile as she greets the humble seeming, and even chivalrous man.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, Gamoran, I am... Well I am alright now." </strong>She begins, motioning towards the edge of the building where she sat, her legs dangling over the edge. She knew as well that should something unexpected happened and -he- fell she could easily catch him with the winds as well. <strong>"I.. suffer from intense bouts of claustrophobia, often brought on by periods of stress. Being stuck underground was not... helping any either. I needed some fresh air, open space, and this at the top of the city seemed the best place to get both."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 18:46:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Gamoran Talks Too Much For His Own Good</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft"></div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran listened to the dark-skinned girl and moved, his footsteps soft and silent to stand just behind her... he knelt down and placed a strong hand on her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.&nbsp; He was no expert on women, so he was just taking things as they went... going with instincts.&nbsp; He spoke softly to the regal girl... no, she seemed more like a woman when he was this close to her.&nbsp; He could smell her vibrant earthy scent and it always affected him in ways he still did not understand.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry to hear that, Ororo.&nbsp; I can appreciate open space as well... it's not just a lack of enclosure.&nbsp; It's freedom.&nbsp; Seeing the stars in every direction, endless space... I miss it."</strong><br><br>He let go of her shoulder and smiled a touch.<br><br><strong>"That's probably not the kind of open space you were talking about though, was it?"</strong><br><br>He moved to sit beside her, his legs dangling over the side of the building.&nbsp; He didn't seem worried about falling in the slightest.<br><br><strong>"Ororo... I like you."</strong><br><br>Ok... that went well.&nbsp; His cheeks flushed a dark green after he said the words.&nbsp; What was he thinking?&nbsp; She just met him.&nbsp; What if she got angry with him.&nbsp; He did not want to lose her as a friend in a quest for something more.&nbsp; Before he could stop himself, his next words were blurted out.<br><br><strong>"Er... what I mean is... I think you are very beautiful.&nbsp; Your hair is such a lovely contrast to your skin, and your eyes are amazing."</strong><br><br>Nice one, Gamoran... you're on quite a roll.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 19:05:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>She turns her head to the side slightly, so that she can observe the green-skinned man as he settles next to her. To many she might have been exotic, with her dark, chocolate-brown skin, her contrasting bright white hair, and her vibrant almost crystal like eyes. But to her this man with his rich emerald skin compounded by the toned, but not bulky musculature of the man.<br><br><strong>"I like you as well, Gamoran."</strong> She responds, her voice was calm and steady filled with a rich and deep accent as she spoke. Giving her words weight, almost like the thunder she can conjure.<br><br>It was touching, the soft blush that covered the green-skinned man's cheeks as he spoke. She extends one of her long arms, allowing the slender limb to gently fall around the shoulders of the man she sat next to, allowing her slender fingers to gently press against the exotically emerald skin on his arm.<br><br><strong>"I can say that your skin also is... enchanting to me. But more than that, you are a true gentleman. Someone who... cares for what a woman thinks, who cares if they are slighted or not treated with respect. That is so... so rare especially around here. Most males I have run into simply want to fight or mount. So single-minded. They do not care for what they fight or what they mount only so their primal needs are met."</strong><br><br>She pauses, perhaps it was -not- the best idea to go on a tirade about men as she sat next to a very chivalrous man as it was. She allows her full, thick dark brown lips to purse together for a moment in silence, shifting the subject smoothly.<br><br><strong>"Space... I admit I enjoy looking up at the stars the nights that I -can-. But... I do not think I could imagine being away from this Earth. I... I can -feel- the ground beneath me. I can -feel- the winds, I see them ebb and flow when I close my eyes. Being away from that well... I do not know if I can stand that."</strong><br><br><strong>"I do not... have many friends, I never had. I am usually in a position of leadership, a position in which I must pressure people to try to obey rules of conduct, dress... Where I must tell people to 'shape up' or to 'limit' their use of powers. It always puts me into a position where I am not liked. And again I find myself without friends to speak of. Except perhaps you, Gamoran."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 21:10:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Ares: His Quarters</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Love and War</em></span></span></div><br>In the confines of his room, John had become Ares to relieve the stress of being cramped inside a mortal shell. He had shed his clothes and stood beneath the hot spout of the shower, lathering body wash like a wax across the solid contours of his skin. The god’s body was a masterpiece. He was built for only one thing: war. He was a weapon, a dog, an animal that could not be tamed once unleashed. His calloused hands were rough and hard from the many weapons he had brandished.<br><br>He rinsed; the steaming layers of liquid washing away the blue foam, breaking into rivers that flowed along the paths between his pectorals and abdominals and between the shapely cheeks of his buttocks. The shower had only taken him seven minutes if not roughly ten, and he walked out into the firelight of his room, the moisture making him shimmer like gold. He moved over to his bath, descending the marble steps until the water rose to his waist. Ares then sat upon the steps and gazed at the wall before him, his earthen eyes distant in thought.<br><br>They strayed to his reflection in the water and the golden collar that locked about his throat. He stroked it gently with his fingers, tracing over the mystic runes that gave the device its power.<br><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Hercules had his arms locked about Ares as he used his strength to harness the enraged god. They were in Zeus’s court and all the gods but Hades were regarding the God of War. Their lips were curled with amusement and some wore disgust. Ares’s face was red with anger as he tried to jerk his arms free of his brother’s grip.<br><br>His wild eyes were on his father, Zeus, as he sat upon his throne, scowling at his most disliked son.<br><br>“Release me!” Ares roared.<br><br>“And why should I do that? You have waged war against this court, and you rebel against your father, your king!” Zeus returned. He then stood from his throne to point a sharp finger toward him. “No! I will not release you. I should have you thrown out permanently…” He exhaled a calming breath as his anger settled. “But because you’re my son, and your sister, Athena, has insisted so, I will banish you from this court. You will reside in the Realm of Humans until you learn respect!”<br><br>Ares grinned humorously and then roared with laughter, “Is that all? I was afraid you’d sentence me to live with my uncle in Hades, but with the humans? HA!”<br><br>Zeus’s eyes crackled with electricity as his voice boomed, “Do not tempt me, Foolish Son! Hephaestus!”<br><br>Hephaestus rose from his seat at the table of the gods and limped toward Ares, holding in his left hand a golden device. Ares stared at the item nervously.<br><br>“What is this?” he questioned. “Tell me!”<br><br>“That is a magic seal. You will no longer be able to satisfy your bloodlust. You will fight with the intention to kill but your attacks will never be fatal. Your enemies will continue to rise and haunt you until you beg your uncle to take them!” Zeus informed.<br><br>Ares’s eyes widened with dread. He wouldn’t be able to kill? No. It went against what he represented. He glanced to Athena as she stood by his father’s side, smiling pleasantly. She enjoyed every minute almost as much as when the Greeks triumphed over her brother’s forces in Troy.<br><br>“See father? I told you that that would be a much worse punishment than Hades. Ares, if only you could see your face. I will cherish it for eternity,” Athena scoffed.<br><br>“I will KILL YOU!” Ares screamed as he thrust his head back. The back of his head struck Hercules in the forehead and for a brief moment his strength had let up, but just before Ares could twist his way free, his arms tightened about him. Ares struggled like a wild animal as Hephaestus stopped a foot away from him.<br><br>“Hold him still!” Hephaestus yelled.<br><br>“I’m trying!” Hercules growled. He then tried to reason with the war god. “Stop! Ease your childish tantrum for the goddess of love is watching!”<br><br>Ares instantly stopped. He gazed across the court to Aphrodite who watched him with such cold eyes. She was indifferent to the whole situation. Did she not care? He had spent countless times trying to win her affection, but it was that moment where the god finally realized she did not ever love him. Ares ceased his struggle and lowered his eyes to hide them from her gaze. He felt embarrassed and to see Aphrodite show no care of his exile hurt him more than any wound he could ever receive in his battles.<br><br>Hephaestus snapped the collar about Ares’s neck and Zeus ordered, “Now get him out of here!”<br><br>Just before the guards could take Ares away, Hercules whispered, “Surely you must understand, brother. There is no love in war.”</em></span></span><br><br><br>Ares glowered at the memory and rose from his bath. He had wasted enough time, and it was time for John to get ready.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Outside the Tower</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Dangerous</em></span></span></div><br>John stood out front dressed in a black, button up shirt. The top button was left undone to created a V at his neck and not obscure the gold chain that actually proved to be quite tasteful. His dark-blue jeans were held up by a black belt with a silver buckle, and black shoes adorned his feet. Black was his color. It was plain; it was solid; and he hadn’t tried much else. He wasn’t the shopper and barely had an eye for fashion.<br><br>There was a spicy and fresh cologne wafting gently from his person and black shades hid his eyes. John Aaron was ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 12:12:07</strong>
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				Clothing was always a sore point for Caroline.&nbsp; Wal-Mart had a good selection of plus sizes, but they were not exactly flattering.&nbsp; For a time her mother had tried to mend the clothing to be more in line with what a young woman might want.&nbsp; Some of her creations were successful, but enough were not that Caroline had given up hope on dresses.&nbsp; Skirts showed off her legs which she was proud to have, but most men seemed to frown on a woman having legs more muscular than them.&nbsp; A frown crossed her features as the reliable touch of denim seemed to be her best option.&nbsp; Jeans came in a vast array of sizes that could become more comfortable with use.&nbsp; That they were the common fare in her hometown made them all the more acceptable to her mind.&nbsp; Digging a bit into her still packed clothing, she slide out her best pair of black denim.&nbsp; A slight acid wash was cast on them showing them to be a bit out of style.&nbsp; Goodwill was not necessarily known for their up to date clothing.<br><br>Steam still rolled off her skin from the shower she had taken moments before.&nbsp; A towel had her hair tucked into its folds while she moved about her room.&nbsp; The jeans were laid out first on the bed while a toothbrush stuck out of her mouth and she dug through another suitcase for something to match.&nbsp; Since most of her shirts belonged to a man at one time or another, there was a cascade of plaid cast before her eyes.&nbsp; Camouflage was another color her father approved of when he finally settled on the fact his daughter would not be wearing flower print dresses.&nbsp; Somehow she doubted that would be a suitable for tonight.&nbsp; Her mind raced for an outfit that would fit nicely but could be made more feminine than what she was used to wearing.&nbsp; To keep her hands occupied she scrubbed at her teeth some more while pondering the dilemma in her mind.&nbsp; Part of her was thankful that each day for school she had a uniform and did not have to struggle over these decisions.&nbsp; Though after seeing some of the women at school, there was certainly room to adjust the uniform.<br><br>A huff and wash later she discarded the jeans.&nbsp; This wasn’t a date but this was her first real time spent with anyone outside of home.&nbsp; Carol seemed nice enough and John was definitely not something to take lightly.&nbsp; So she wanted something better than just acid wash denim for her first time.&nbsp; Something that would at least show her to be more than a boy with tits.&nbsp; The phrase was one that her first and last date had told her when coming to pick her up for a dance.&nbsp; Nostrils flared with frustration as she sifted through her clothing one more time for something, anything that would be right.&nbsp; Then her fingers seized around the only dress that had fit her.&nbsp; An article of clothing that she had never worn because nobody had ever been important enough to warrant her find now laid out on the bed.&nbsp; Quickly she applied her makeup.&nbsp; Her mother had once been a pageant queen, something that always surprised people after seeing Caroline.&nbsp; From that she had learned the quick steps to getting ready and still having good makeup.<br><br>Never more than necessary.&nbsp; Too much looks painted on, trashy.&nbsp; Makeup is to enhance, not distract.&nbsp; Lessons learned the hard way.&nbsp; Only girls that have a lot to hide put on that much Caroline, keep it simple and you won’t mess it up.&nbsp; The words were muttered into her mind while she stared at herself in the mirror, tiny brush delicately grasped in her strong fingers.&nbsp; All of Caroline’s sisters had received the same treatment but she had gotten a lot more instruction than them.&nbsp; For some reason her mother felt she needed the most help.&nbsp; Pins were then set between her glossed lips while she pulled her hair up to be pinned.&nbsp; With her feet she sifted through the few bits of acceptable footwear she had available.&nbsp; Somehow she doubted the boots would go with the dress and the sneakers were probably in the same category.&nbsp; With her toes she grasped a pair of strapped sandals before hopping over toward the bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Thirty minutes she muttered aloud before looking at the clock.&nbsp; Eyes rolled to the ceiling as she noticed that such a timetable was not happening tonight.&nbsp; A final adjustment was given to her bra.&nbsp; The scent of sandalwood wafted upward.&nbsp; While she didn’t particularly think the aroma sexy, her only other option was rosewater that her grandmother had packed for her.&nbsp; Since rosewater reminded her of a nursing home, that was definitely not an option.&nbsp; A nervous fidget made her adjust the bra again while she looked on the dress, desperately hoping it looked as good on her as she imagined.<br><br>Minutes later she stepped forward to the meeting place.&nbsp; Around her moved a sundress of soft blue and white horizontal lines cutting down the cotton material.&nbsp; Loose along her body she was able to hide the muscular nature of her body, yet the dressed ended just above her knee to show case her calves.&nbsp; The tan sandals at her feet were strapped up those calves with a small blue pedal design across the toes.&nbsp; While the body of the dress was loose there was still a deep neckline.&nbsp; Many might have preferred a V-cut to showcase the bust, but modesty allowed for a square cut to be done.&nbsp; Hoisted upward her chest&nbsp; pressed to the confines with a display that would make her mother proud and her father glare.&nbsp; Idly she remembered the cut being called a sweetheart neckline and that thought made her smile.&nbsp; A deep breath was drawn as she drew closer to the man awaiting her and Carol.&nbsp; At her side a purse of the same tan as her sandals hung by her side.&nbsp; Fingers curled tightly.&nbsp; <br><br>Were she smaller, shorter, more petite then she doubted she would be so nervous.&nbsp; Standing as she was now though, she only prayed that she would not come across once again as a boy with tits.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 16:31:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/5192/katherineheiglj.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Outside, Front Entrance of the Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Caroline, John <br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol had made her way down to the front and stopped just before exiting the building. She looked down at her clothing and smoothed over the hem of her shirt. The buttons were done up neatly with only the top couple of them undone to show a small silver chain with a simple circular bauble dangling in the center. She decided at the last minute to let her hair down. Tugging the pins free she let it fall in soft golden waves. Quickly her fingers ran through it and she took one pin to push back a small bit of hair from her eyes. She checked her reflection in the window leading outside and smiled, satisfied with how she looked before she finally made her way out. <br><br>Stepping outside she looked around and saw John standing there. Her lips pressed together taking in everything about him. He looked amazing in his black focused attire and she couldn't help but let her gaze roam over him. It was quite apparent he had decent taste in clothing and she couldn't help but smile. After a good minute of looking at him she finished her motions by walking over. The click clack of her sandals could be heard along with the soft swish of her dark denim skirt.&nbsp; As she stepped up and started to say hello she heard the door opening behind her and turned then to see Caroline coming out. A bright smile spread over her features as she was so glad to see her joining them. The sundress looked good on her. It was a surprise to see her dressed up as she hadn't expected a dress much less her looking so feminine. Carol gave her a little wave and spoke up then.<br><br><strong>"Caroline! I love your dress, it looks lovely on you! Doesn't she look nice Johnny?"</strong><br><br>She looked over at John and gave him a slight nudge with her arm. The smile didn't leave her face as her sparkling blue eyes shifted to his face for some sort of reaction to the tall female who had just joined them.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 21:53:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">A Simple Touch</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran never knew how much a simple touch could affect him until Ororo slid her arm behind his bare back and gently touched his arm.&nbsp; His muscles tensed, but only for a moment before he relaxed, his stomach doing flip flops.&nbsp; He was probably one of the best hand to hand combatants in the entire galaxy if not the universe, and here he was opening himself to a girl... to a woman, he corrected himself.&nbsp; If an enemy chose right now to attack, his defenses were as low as anyone could ever hope for.&nbsp; She was speaking of him being different than other men and he didn't understand.&nbsp; Sure, he had seen firsthand how crude and vulgar some men could be, but to him being polite to those around you was just common sense.&nbsp; Better to make allies than more enemies, after all.&nbsp; He had made enough enemies.&nbsp; He turned toward her, leaning slightly in her direction as he did so.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I would like to think I am unlike any man you have ever met, Ororo."</strong><br><br>He paused as she spoke of leadership and her concerns... simply smiling in return.<br><br><strong>"You will make a fine leader, Ororo.&nbsp; You have great beauty, wisdom and charisma... I would follow you anywhere if you gave the order."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 02:14:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Outside the Tower</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Double Date</em></span></span></div><br>John had been daydreaming again, musing silently as he regarded the high school. What did that school even mean to him? He didn’t need an education to survive. Time had no hold on him and his life existed elsewhere.<br><br>Carol’s rhythmic steps brought the senior back to earth as he turned to regard her outfit. To see her hair done up and that she was no longer wearing her uniform, he thought he was staring at a different woman. A mask no longer obscured her beauty and John was lost for words. Was this really Ms. Marvel? He hesitated to speak, gazing at her as she gazed back at him.<br><br>Right after, the Amazon emerged; and seeing her in a lovely blue dress, John was unsure if that title was still suitable.<br><br><strong>Caroline! I love your dress, it looks lovely on you! Doesn’t she look nice Johnny?</strong><br><br>Carol’s nudge reminded him that he hadn’t spoken yet. John’s brows rose in a silent “huh?” gesture.<br><br>“You both look extraordinary. Although, I’m afraid I am unsure if you two are actually Carol and Caroline. I am flattered to see that you both felt that you need to dress this way to have dinner with me. Thank you,” John answered. He acted like their casual outfits were near equal to a formal gown at a ball.<br><br>John then smirked as he offered his arms to both women: “Shall we be on our way? I am unfamiliar with these parts so if one of you chose a place where you’d like to dine, I will follow.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 06:52:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Her clear blue eyes follow the green-skinned man as he leans slightly towards her. It was rather comforting, calming to have someone close, someone who was not quick to judge, quick to anger, or quick to take her enforcement of codes of conduce as personal affronts. It was difficult to deal with this bunch of students, more difficult that she had initially thought. She lets out a sharp sigh as her head droops to the side, towards the green-skinned man, her cheek coming to rest against his toned shoulder. Her warm, soft, chocolate brown skin connecting ever so slightly with the man's emerald skin.<br><br>Long locks of pure white hair whip and curl in the wind, surrounding her and him in turn. The hair was delicate and tickled along his exposed skin much like the snow that it looked like. It had a scent to it, a mild scent, easy to miss unless the hair, as it was now, was directly in one's face. It had the slightest vanilla scent to it.<br><br><strong>"My mother always tells me..."</strong> She begins her cheek still rested against her companion's shoulder. <strong>"That 'it does no matter what others think of you, but what you think of yourself'.</strong>" She pauses after reciting the words. <strong>"She also advised me -not- to come here, not to join in this. She wished me to stay home with her, and to attend a normal public school for my last year of schooling. It will not be long until I 'graduate'. A semester... maybe... less if I load myself down with classes. Which I am considering doing. Be done with it, and then I can be free to become my own woman. Wherever I wish to go."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 22:55:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Gamoran Gets Flustered (Again)</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran's flesh felt heated as her cheek touched his shoulder... his heart was beating swiftly and he felt strange, like his master had just admonished him publically.&nbsp; Embarrassment?&nbsp; No, it was different, but very similar... it was awkward since for the first time in years he didn't know exactly what to do.&nbsp; Was he supposed to... he licked his lips, a nervous gesture and paused a moment before deciding to deftly slip an arm around her, his hand sliding to gently squeeze her shoulder.&nbsp; He wasn't sure why, but this felt the most natural... he would let go of her if she resisted, but he really hoped she didn't.&nbsp; He inhaled the scent of her hair as it whipped about in the wind, exhaling softly, his words very simple... the only thing he could think of to say.<br><br><strong>"I hope you stay."</strong><br><br>Here he sat, a deadly assassin in his own right... he had dealt out more death than she even knew and he found himself drawn to the life that she stood for.&nbsp; A small part of him prayed that she would not feel different about him if she ever found out how many people's lives he had ended.&nbsp; Nevermind that most of them were absolute scum that deserved nothing less.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>27-08-2011, 23:39:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>She gently leans further to the side as she feels the emerald-skinned man's hand gently grip her slender shoulder. Her cheek does not move for it's perch on his shoulder and she simply sighs softly, silent for a long moment. The tender touch, the soft moment of intimacy, it was nice. He was so unlike the others, the other men she had met so far. She clashed harshly with those she had met, and had yet to form any bonds with the women she had met as well. It was common, she had hoped this would be different this time, but it all was the same, just as it was everywhere else.<br><br><strong>"I... doubt I will go. Even though, besides yourself, I have been made to feel very unwelcome by my fellow students. Ms. Stark has asked me to take a more... direct leadership role becoming her 'second' when she is unavailable. The dealing she has with other government bodies and her own business make that often enough. I will... need to find someone to take over my old spot as 'student lead'... But I will worry about that when the time comes."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 16:24:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;Caroline felt the urge to shed her flesh for metal.&nbsp; The burning desire to hide beneath the plates of steel until the eyes had gone away.&nbsp; She felt womanly in the dress, but also vulnerable.&nbsp; Open to the eyes of others and to their criticism.&nbsp; Confidence had been with her when she emerged from her room, but now seeing the pair of them together she felt that confidence flee her mind.&nbsp; Carol looked as much the beauty queen as any woman could while John was the appropriate bad boy.&nbsp; Caroline still felt the amazon in a dress.&nbsp; One hand moved up to touch her arm, feeling the hard ridges of muscle there before she let the limb snake around his arm.<br><br>“I…don’t know…much about the area either.&nbsp; May..maybe something simple to eat.&nbsp; Like burgers or something like that?”&nbsp; Caroline had no knowledge of much else.&nbsp; The food was kind of simple back home.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 16:17:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Getting More Comfortable With Ororo</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>The emerald-skinned man smiled a touch and tentatively gave the beautiful woman in his arms a small squeeze of affection.&nbsp; He leaned his head down to rest on her head, letting her hair all but envelop him as it blew in the wind... his own hair was kept in check by the ponytail he wore, though it did whip from side to side a bit.&nbsp; Most would have been chilled by the winds atop the skyscraper, but like Ororo, Gamoran was not a normal being.&nbsp; It took some pretty severe temperature extremes to make him uncomfortable thanks to the augmentation he received from his master.&nbsp; He tried not to think about him too much since that usually gave him quite the headache.&nbsp; He spoke softly to Storm.<br><br><strong>"Things will get better.&nbsp; I promise, Ororo... you'll do wonderfully in your new position, I know you will.&nbsp; As far as the student lead... have you considered Carol or Steve for the job?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 17:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Her entire body shifts slightly as she takes a single deep breath. The smooth, soft dark brown of her cheek gently sliding along the exposed emerald skinned shoulder of the man she was leaning against. The exhale came as a long, drawn out sigh. Even as they spoke she did not remove her head from his shoulder. It was nice to have someone to rest her weight against, if only for a fleeting moment. Her shoulders had begun to feel heavier and heavier as the day progressed, more and more stress, more and more conflicts.<br><br><strong>"I have considered Steve for the position. He may still be trying to find his way, but I think he, at his core has the possibility of becoming a great leader. And I want to give him the opportunity to at least -try-."</strong><br><br>She pauses, her head turning just so slightly so that her vibrant blue eyes could look up onto the now very close features of the man she sat next to.<br><br><strong>"What about you, Gamoran. What do you... -want- here? Why did you come?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darque Devil</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 18:09:13</strong>
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				<strong>Location: Janitors Closet/Cafeteria - Storm Valley High School<br>Tagged: Open</strong><br><br><hr><br><em><strong>“ In this existence they say you get only one past, yet you have endless futures to chose from.”</strong></em><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nick was tall dark and handsome, in that grungy type manner that woman only seemed to like in the movies, and in romance novels. In real life; gentleman like Nick went deep under the radar, for the most part going unnoticed. Perhaps that’s why they decided to place him here in Storm Valley High School, as a master of the Custodial Arts...better known as the school Janitor.... in his office you could find him with his head down hand transcribing with meticulous precision in his sketch book. Then suddenly the bell rang and the pencil fell upon the pages of the book rolling towards the center of the binding before it was shut close and tossed on the utmost shelf. The lunch bell had sounded and the students within moments were rushing through the halls to their next class. Moving through the halls with mop in hand, slowly pushing the yellow industrial style&nbsp; mop bucket through the halls towards the Cafeteria where as always a huge mess awaited... Kids nowadays seem to think everything magically works, cleans, and fixes itself around here. A hardened look stayed on his face as he remembered how not too long ago, he himself was amongst them.... those days are long gone, and it seems like a lifetime, although time is so relative.... he now knows what they will all discover about life someday. Dark shades were adjusted just before his gloved palm pressed against the center of the two doors pushing them open, signaling his arrival. The late bell had just rang and the rumbling sound of the halls had come to an immediate silence and all that could be heard to the naked ear was the sound of the water sloshing on the floor as Nick mopped up the mess created moments ago. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 01:34:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Gamoran Opens Up</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran nodded as he kept his arm around Ororo, trying to comfort her and wondering just how she thought of him now.&nbsp; He watched the cityscape from his high vantage point and enjoyed the strong breeze as it blew past the two Avengers.&nbsp; His skin felt warm to her, lacking the chill that one might expect a bared torso to have perched so high atop a skyscraper.&nbsp; He paused as she asked him why he came here.&nbsp; Why did he come here?&nbsp; He finally spoke softly to the lovely dark-skinned woman.<br><strong><br>"Me?&nbsp; Well, I know I was taken from my master... the one who trained me."</strong><br><br>He rubbed his temples a bit at the thought with his other hand before continuing.<br><br><strong>"Yeah... so I was taken by interstellar pirates, for what reason I have no idea.&nbsp; They did something to me and now I can't remember much about my master... just that he was big and powerful.&nbsp; So I was rescued by Captain Corsair and the Starjammers, who took me to Earth to hide; from who I don't know."</strong><br><br>He smiled a touch.<br><br><strong>"I'm told you know the Starjammers, Ororo."</strong><br><br>He paused.<br><br><strong>"As for what I want"...</strong><br><br>He leaned down and softly kissed the top of her head.<br><br><strong>"I don't know yet.&nbsp; I know I want to be the best fighter in the universe... and I'm not being arrogant when I say that few that I have ever faced have been able to match my skill."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 18:27:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>She listens quietly as the green-skinned man speaks. Her long, slightly toned and deep chocolate arms reach out so that she can encircle the waist of the man she was leaning up against. Her head tilting slightly, but the chiseled, prominent cheekbone still resting against the warm, emerald shoulder. <br><br><strong>"The best fighter in the Universe? That is quite a lofty goal. I suppose I am not the same. I do not... wish to be the best at anything. I have a desire for the simpler things. To have close friends, a family, people who love me around me."</strong><br><br>Her deep, baritone voice had quieted as she spoke, taking on a more intimate tone as she shared her own desires and dreams with the man she was by this point tightly clinging to.<br><br><strong>"I had... read in your report a lot of what you said. I guess the question more was... Why did you come -here- to this school, to this place? Why did you not find somewhere else to 'hide' on this world?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 18:23:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Hormones Suck</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran paused at her words... friends and a family.&nbsp; Did he want that?&nbsp; He wasn't certain.&nbsp; He smiled as he felt her warm arms wrap around his body and he couldn't help but react to her touch on his bare skin.&nbsp; His loins tingled involuntarily and he felt himself stiffen with heated desire.&nbsp; His eyes flickered down and he cursed his young body internally, silently hoping that she wouldn't notice.&nbsp; How embarrassing... and after she had gone on about him being different and not just wanting to mount her.&nbsp; He couldn't help that every part of him found her to be desirable.&nbsp; So he simply spoke as though nothing was amiss, his cheek resting on the top of her head.<br><br><strong>"Well... your SHIELD suggested it would be a good way to earn the right to stay on this planet.&nbsp; Corsair didn't want me staying with them in case they had to leave planet suddenly, since I can't go.&nbsp; I'd rather use my abilities than just let them go to waste in hiding, anyway."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 19:35:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>The dark-skinned woman allows one of her arms to drop slightly, her slender fingers splayed as she does so, somewhat blatantly resting onto the toned and chiseled torso of the green-skinned male. Each of her fingers tipped with a well cared-for and slightly pointed fingernail. Those fingernails begin to gently trace the soft lines in the emerald skin that displayed the male's musculature. She did not -mean- for the action to seem provocative, more of curiosity as the pads of her fingers, and the fingernails gently trace over toned and exposed emerald skin, blatantly exploring the texture of the exotically colored skin. Her cheek which rests against the man's shoulder begins to warm noticeably with her own hormones surging.<br><br><strong>"I... Well I am glad that you came here, I am glad that you are here with me right now. It has made an otherwise bad day... More than tolerable, even pleasant."</strong><br><br>She pauses, allowing the soft whipping of the wind at this altitude to fill the air for several long moments. Simply enjoying the feeling of the chivalrous and very attractive exotic male to her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 19:23:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Gamoran Can't Take it Much Longer</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran let his eyes drift shut as Storm caressed his chiseled chest and stomach, his body both hard and soft at the same time... his skin almost hot to the touch despite the chill of the wind on his body.&nbsp; He squirmed ever so slightly and got lost in the feeling of having Ororo so close to him.&nbsp; He wanted her so badly... wanted to just pull her up and kiss her deeply, to wrap his arms around her and make love to her right here on the rooftop as the winds caressed their entwined bodies.&nbsp; He exhaled at the thought, his heart pounding.&nbsp; <br><br>He swallowed and took in the scent of her soft hair again, his hand trailing down to her side... fingers softly exploring the curve of her hip.&nbsp; Then he stopped, his eyes opening... his breathing shallow.&nbsp; He exhaled again and shifted so that he could move her so that her face was looking up at his own.&nbsp; He looked into her beautiful eyes and spoke softly, one hand cupping the side of her face, reveling in the feeling of her flawless skin.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Ororo... I feel torn.&nbsp; I feel like my feelings for you are moving fast... perhaps too fast.&nbsp; My body yearns for you.&nbsp; I want to take you and make you mine... but I'm not sure if that's my biology talking or my heart talking.&nbsp; We only met a few days ago.&nbsp; I... don't know how I'm supposed to feel, but I don't want to screw this up.&nbsp; So tell me what you want... how do you feel?&nbsp; Maybe together we can figure this out."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 02:40:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Her bright blue eyes blink a few times as she simply silently looks back up at the emerald skinned man. While her features, with their near statue-like refinement did not betray it, the slight flickering of her eyes betrayed how deep in thought she was for several long moments.<br><br><strong>"Gamoran..." </strong>She began. <strong>"There is nothing -wrong- with the feelings you have. I have them as well. I feel the burning inside of myself as well the desire and the yearning. Do not feel ashamed that you have those feelings, they are so natural for all of us."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment, full lips pursing before she spoke again, <strong>"But, as you said perhaps too fast... You are a wonderful man, and you stop and think about it, you understand that your biology is pushing you, and you can also see that perhaps it is pushing you too fast. This is a trait I do not see in many other men around here. But there is nothing wrong with... slowing down. To make sure that our hearts agree with what our bodies say."</strong><br><br>She sighs softly, and reluctantly sits upright, though not moving away from the emerald-skinned man. She takes her left hand and gently begins to comb through the volumous locks of snowy white hair which fall from her head, straightening the disheveled hair slightly.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps we should go back inside?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 14:49:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Awww, Screw It</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Ororo, I"...</strong><br><br>Gamoran stared at the snowy-haired beauty for a long moment... he knew he didn't want to stand up right now as it would be quite embarrassing for her to see his stiff manhood as it strained against his pants.&nbsp; His heart pounded and he finally just exhaled and leaned in to press his lips against Ororo's own.&nbsp; He wrapped both arms fully around her, one hand softly caressing her lower back as the other toyed with her silky hair.&nbsp; It was a sudden, bold move that came out of nowhere, even to him.&nbsp; Whether this was biology or something else, Gamoran didn't know, but for the moment he wasn't about to let go of the dark-skinned goddess.&nbsp; He wondered if this would change things and instantly realized that yes... it would change things quite a bit.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 17:32:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><br><hr><br>Her bright blue eyes open widely in a moment of shock as she is quite suddenly grabbed and kissed. Her body stiffens for just a moment as she attempts to process what was going on. She felt the emerald lips of the toned, strong young extraterrestrial against her own dark lips, but in this moment, even though she had prided herself on being cool, calm, and collected in a crisis she had no idea how to react. After the moment of her body going stiff it relaxes, and rests into the hand gently caressing her back. It was instinct, instinct to let the man 'take charge' to guide the motion. Her own full, and rather pillowy lips press back into the kiss after several moments of non-reaction.<br><br>She brings her own arms around the emerald-skinned man, gently allowing the light brown palms of her hand to splay against his back. She did not part her lips to encourage the kiss to become even deeper, but she also did not push away or otherwise discourage the toned man from continuing. For several long, rather quiet moments she allows it to continue. Her lips which from a glance where full and plush felt every bit like the silken pillows they appeared to be. As the kiss becomes more firm, more pressure being exerted the full, large and dark lips of the exotic woman easily overtake and overwhelm the smaller emerald lips pressed firmly against them. Finally she gently arches her long, slender neck back causing the kiss to part in a resounding wet smack which echos above the dull howl of the high-altitude wind.<br><br>She simply looks at him for long and silent moments after the parting. She was not sure -what- to say, she did not even know if -he- knew what to say. The expression on her exotic features was one of calm, was one of... satisfaction, enjoyment. She could feel in her own body the subtle warmth, the satisfying feeling of being -desired-. It was an odd feeling for her. She had always felt a distant second place to beauties like Carol, or Avalon. But for this moment, she did not feel that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 17:46:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Damn, If a Kiss is This Good...</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran reveled in the kiss, and did not make any move to deepen it... instead he simply enjoyed the feeling of their bodies pressed together until finally she broke the very satisfying kiss and Gamoran couldn't help but grin at her, lightly touching his nose to her own before pulling fully back and releasing her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"That was... wow."</strong><br><br>He slowly stood up and offered her his hand to assist in her doing the same.&nbsp; By this time his hormones had calmed some and his pants were not being stretched as they were before.&nbsp; If she took his hand he helped her to her feet and if not he did not seem offended.&nbsp; Either way he smiled at her and motioned to the door to the tower.<br><br><strong>"-Now- we can go back inside."</strong><br><br>Gamoran didn't know what else to say.&nbsp; At the very least he had a hardcore infatuation with this girl... was it something more?&nbsp; He wasn't sure, but he was certain that he would very much be enjoying discovering the answer to his internal query.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 17:59:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> At the summit of Avenger Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>She reached out with a single long, elegant arm, her delicate fingers gently wrapping around the emerald hand offered to her. This man, he was the most chivalrous man she had ever met, it intrigued her, the bright emerald skin, it also intrigued her. It was difficult to deny that he was impossibly handsome, strong, and caring. What qualities could one want -more- in a potential mate? Her full, plush lips, which as he had just discovered where just as soft as they appeared to be stretch into a genuine smile.<br><br><strong>"Thank you..."</strong><br><br>She offers her baritone voice still quieter than it would normally be, more intimate. She could feel her own loins tingling slightly, she had begun to sweat even though the air this far aloft was cool and brisk. This was a feeling she would have to purse. She gently loops an arm around the emerald skinned man's waist as the move towards the access hatch.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 22:48:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Parting is Bittersweet...</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Top of Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran said no more, as nothing needed to be said at that point.&nbsp; He slipped inside the tower, walking alongside the beautiful field leader of this planet's superhuman defense force.&nbsp; Making his way to the elevator, he rode it down to the floor that held their quarters and walked Ororo to her door.&nbsp; Finally he reluctantly released her, leaning in to softly brush her lips with his own again before pulling back with a smile.<br><br><strong>"I want to see you again like this, Ororo... tell me we can fly somewhere tomorrow.&nbsp; I'd love to ride the wind as you do, if that's possible."</strong><br><br>He watched her face... examining every nuance of her facial movements now that he was in a less distracting position to do so.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 20:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Her full lips pull into a smile once again as she stands within her room, speaking to the emerald skinned man who hovers beyond her doorway.<br><br>"I can indeed make the winds carry you as well, so yes we can fly somewhere, anywhere you like as the winds can carry us a great speeds. I want to also... thank you, to thank you very much for making me feel perhaps a little bit less lonely."<br><br>The small, content smile continues to hold on her exotic, dark features. Her clear blue eyes locked onto his own for several lingering moments before widening.<br><br>"Oh! I have so much I have to get done yet tonight... I had complete forgotten!"<br><br>She announces, her voice becoming harried as she steps out of her room once again, around the green-skinned man.<br><br>"I must get to the office and complete it... Again I... enjoyed our time together this day, and I want to spend more time with you... tomorrow."<br><br>With that she hurriedly jogs back towards the elevator, to head up to the top floor, where the offices and command and control area lies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Lycan: A Caged Animal</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 21:03:14</strong>
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				Jack stared out the window, pointedly avoiding the gaze of the massive, green haired man seated beside him in the back seat of the black SUV. Let Samson ramble on about new beginings and fresh starts. Jack knew the real deal, SHIELD had made that perfectly clear. He was dangerous, he wasnt like the rest of the monkeys, superpowered or otherwise. God, freak or mutants at least they were human, but not him, he was a monster and there were only three ways of dealing with monsters. They were confined, controlled or destroyed. That bitch Hill had made that abundantly clear. And though Jack was a boogeyman right out of the pages of myth SHIELD had more than enough resources to deal with the likes of him. At least (and he hoped this part was true) if he was a good boy his mom would be taken care of. No need for her to know just what her son really was right? Wouldnt want that would we? Break the poor woman's heart, remember what happened to your father. Could your mom really take losing her son as well?<br><br>Yeah the bastards had made their point, and then they sent him to this super shrink to try and make him fell like everything was fine, the world was full of roses and there were other teens who's give their right nuts to be part of the Avengers program. But Jack was no fool, he'd seen the idiotic cartoon for what it was. These others might think they were here of their own free will by Jack didnt get the fucking patriotic pep talk. With monsters its all about the ugly truth and the truth was that Jack had been impressed into service to keep both himself and the world at large safe...likely forever.<br><br><strong>"Im sure you'll find the facilities to your liking once we arrive Jack. And wont it be nice to be in the company of other gifted individuals? You wont have to be alone anymore?"</strong><br><br>God, this asshole never shut up with his Tony Robbins bullshit! "Oh you mean Dracula and Frankenstien are gonna be there too? Cause those are my peers doc, not a bunch of super powered anthropods who think theyre civilized."<br><br>Samson frowned ever so slightly, <strong>"Jack must you continuously remove yourself from the entire human race? Lycanthropy doesnt erase your origins as a homo sapien. You are homo sapiens canis, wolf and man together, not a wolf evolved into a man's shape."</strong><br><br>"Say what you will doc," Jack retorted with a scowl in his voice, "but trying to quantify being a werewolf in scientific terminology doesnt change what I am. I understand myself in a way none of your scans, and probes and shots ever could. Ask the telepaths they brought in to scan me, ask that witch Kale, ask Morbius. He might not be a real monster but at least he gets it."<br><br>Samson sighed,<strong> "Jack this doesnt have to be so hard. I really believe that this is the best thing for you."</strong><br><br>Jack finally turned to face Samson full on, "I know you do doc, and thats what makes it even worse." Scents of youth, hormones, bad cafeteria food and pungent perfumes and colognes assailed him through the recycled air of the SHIELD vehicle, "Were here."<br><br>Samson looked passed the SHIELD agents in the front of the SUV to see the campus growing larger in view as the vehicle arrived at its destination. SHIELD had insisted on the agents despite Samson's protests. Hill had been quick to point out that while Jack posed Samson know threat physically Jack was both inhumanly fast and elusive in wolfen form. Samson was used to dealing with powerhouses not the likes of Lycan. The opperatives in the front Jack was sure had both the training and the equipment needed to keep him in check should he decide not to take the deal and rabbit first chance he got. Once he was on school grounds there would likely be other measures in place to keep him from fleeing. They neednt have worried, the threat of his mother's mental well being was more than enough. Even after all these years she still looked haunted by what had happened to father.<br><br>Samson reached across Jack to open his door, a dominance move, <strong>"Remember first thing you do is check in with Ms. Munroe. She's head of student affairs..."</strong><br><br>"For alla us freaks, yeah I get it&nbsp; already." Jack hopped out of the vehicle without giving Samson a chance to reply and started off toward the registrars building. He snatched open his school shirt as he did, sending buttons flying in all directions as he did so to reveal a black t-shit emblazoned with a snarling wolf with the word ALPHA in crimson slashes below it. Collar flipped up and sleeves torn off at the shoulders completed the Jack wished to achieve by the time he reached "Storm's" door. He drug his fingers through his savagely unkempt hair to wilden it even moerso. Best to make the "best" impression possible he thought with a feral grin before knocking on the door with fingernails.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 02:23:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Johnny Makes His Entrance</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Ororo<br><br><br><hr><br>This sucked.&nbsp; Johnny couldn't believe what was happening.&nbsp; SHIELD had stuck their damned noses where they didn't belong yet again... only this time, he was being taken away from his family.&nbsp; Ok, yeah so he could easily fly across town and visit them when he wanted to but he didn't get to be a member of the super team he had helped found!&nbsp; He fumed as he careened through the sky above New York like a fiery meteor, leaving a trail of flame behind him.&nbsp; How could they call him rash and impulsive?&nbsp; It wasn't like he had burned down a building or anything.&nbsp; No one had gotten hurt in the use of his powers.&nbsp; He had control... so why was he being assigned to the Junior Squad of super teams?&nbsp; The Avengers?&nbsp; SHIELD's super-powered lackeys, more like it.&nbsp; He was not happy about this.&nbsp; Ah... there was the High School that he was supposed to attend for his Senior year and right across the street... the Avengers tower.&nbsp; Looks like old Tanya Stark dropped a pretty penny on that place.<br><br>Flying over the heads of onlookers, the Human Torch descended to the ground at the base of the tower, the fiery aura that had enveloped his form dissipating, revealing a well-built, handsome blonde teen wearing a blue formfitting suit, a black circle on the chest with a red stylized 'A' in the middle.&nbsp; The suit included black gloves, boots and a belt.&nbsp; The uniform looked familiar... all that had changed was the removal of the Fantastic Four symbol and the addition of the Avengers symbol.&nbsp; He paused a moment, sighing a touch before moving into the tower... making his way to Ororo Munro's office, who was the liason for the new students apparently.&nbsp; Ororo?&nbsp; Cool sounding name.&nbsp; He moved through the tower, showing his clearance card when needed and finally approached her office, only to see another guy already there and knocking.&nbsp; He moved up and offered a small wave and a smile.<br><strong><br>"Heya.&nbsp; I'm Johnny... I'm assuming you're here for 'orientation' as well?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 16:51:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Pausing from the pile of loose papers sitting off to her side which she was leafing through slowly. Long, slender dark brown fingers expertly flicking through each document for a single glance with her now bleary bright blue eyes she looks up towards the door that lead into the rather spacious but spartan looking office. There was no real sign of any decoration or any personal effects, it was all business. She allows a moment of silence to fall over the room, reaching up to rub at her irritated and strained eyes as she attempts to compose herself. It had -already- been a trying day.<br><br>"Come in, please." She finally announces in a voice loud enough to carry outside of the door.<br><br>With both hands on each of the arms of the chair she sat in she pushes herself to a standing position in a single, fluid motion. The chair sent careening backwards with the force of her pushing down on it to stand clattering against the half-opened file cabinets that sit behind the simple looking wooden desk she had occupied. Her attire had changed from earlier. No longer was she wearing the simple white jumpsuit that she had originally decided on as her 'uniform' but rather she was wearing a comfortable looking sleeveless white blouse, along with a richly-colored purple skirt. Her long locks of starkly white hair, the same shade as the blouse she wore was held in check by an intricately tied hair-band of the same purple.<br><br>"I am Ororo Munroe, Student Liaison how may I help you each?" She asks, her full lips pressing into a small, but pleasant smile beneath weary eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 16:43:30</strong>
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				Jack was standing in from of the Liason's office door when he smelled it. Fire! Its a smell mo animal can ignore, as primal and deadly as the nature of any beast itself that odor of oxygen igniting into spark and flame. As he whirled, instantly alert eyes, casting about for the source he knew something about the scent was off. Fire consuming oxygen alone was rare and quickly expended but where was the charred smell of something of substance being consumed bye the unseen blaze? It was all to bizarre and then Jack's ears which wile keen were not so keen as his nose picked up the sound of a faint whoosh as if a air was being displaced. And then boom there he was coming down the hall and it all made sense. Johnny Storm of the infamous Fantastic Four. Jack coulndt suppress a wry chuckle. Looks like SHIELD had decided that the "hot head" of the famous quartet was also "dangerous" and needed special training with the rest of the losers and wannabes (and draftees of course). Somehow it made Jack feel better in a mean spirited sort of way to see the teenage sets superhero golden boy get knocked down to his level. And against his better judgement it made Jack like Johnny just a little bit because of it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Heya.&nbsp; I'm Johnny... I'm assuming you're here for 'orientation' as well?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"If you can call it that. Not like I volunteered for any of this, but here I am and thats that." Jack considers not saying anymore, but to his surprise finds himself offering his hand, "Jack Russel, and yeah I know who you are. Who doesnt right?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come in, please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Lets get this over with so I can see just what sorta guilded cage Ive been given to stay in."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am Ororo Munroe, Student Liaison how may I help you each?" She asks, her full lips pressing into a small, but pleasant smile beneath weary eyes.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Im Jack, this is Johnny and apparently we're your newest couple of freaks." Jack claps Johnny roughly on the shoulder, "and this one is relatively acceptable to the public at large. With me, youre not so lucky."<br><br>Jack may have been putting on a good showing of being flippant and disrespectful but his senses were on high alert. As a habit Jack maintained a sublte level of shifting. He was a wary beast and kept his senses at close to wolf levels without getting all hairy and spoiling everyone's day. This woman, Storm as Samson had referred to her, was seething with elemental power. Jack could smell the light tang of ozone about her. could feel the tug of eletromagnetic forces constantly at play about her, letting his vision shift he could even see thermal patterns dancing in flux around the African woman like an aurora borealis.<br><br>On a primal level he was both sensitive and responsive to the elemental power in nature, and while the demonic wolf in him feared nothing but the purity of silver it respected these forces nonetheless. Jack's devil may care grin felt suddenly a bit strained. This woman didnt just control the weather like some other freak might, she was at one with it in much the same way Jack was bound to the wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 19:24:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Johnny Spots an Exotic Hottie</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Ororo<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny smiled brightly at Jack, well versed in having a friendly, outgoing personality.&nbsp; He took the offered hand and shook it firmly.&nbsp; He chuckled at the recognition... he would be lying if he claimed that he didn't enjoy being famous.<br><br><strong>"Jack, nice to meet you.&nbsp; I hear you about not having volunteered for this... truth be told, I didn't either.&nbsp; I wasn't-"</strong><br><br>Then the door opened and Ororo's lovely countenance came into view.&nbsp; She looked tired for some reason.&nbsp; Her job must be Hell.&nbsp; Despite it all, he shifted his attention to her and gave her his patented 'Panty Soaker 5000' smile.&nbsp; He wasn't exactly conceited... but he knew he was hot in more ways than one and wasn't afraid to act with that kind of confidence.&nbsp; He chuckled as Jack proclaimed them both 'freaks' and shook his head a bit... flinching ever so slightly as Jack slapped his shoulder a bit harder than he expected.<br><br><strong>"As my new friend Jack just said, we want to know more about what we'll be doing here.&nbsp; I've only just arrived on SHIELD's orders, myself and I don't even know where I'll be staying."</strong><br><br>He half glanced back at Jack and wondered what it was about him that made him feel so unaccepted.&nbsp; Maybe he was a mutant?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 07:14:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>She nods her head once as the question is asked, quite simply 'what will we be doing here'. She sighs gently, bringing both of her hands up to her face, rubbing at her eyes with the tips of those elegant, dark brown digits for several moments before taking a step closer to the pair. Her arms stretching out on either side of her as she begins to speak in a slow, metered voice. The odd accent still thick.<br><br>"What will you be doing here. Well I suppose I could give the most obvious answers. Training... learning. They are all true, very true. You will be training here, learning to harness your powers, learning about more mundane things at the highschool across the way. Learning how to interact with others in a 'normal' environment... You will be doing all of that."<br><br>She pauses allowing her long, bared arms to fall down to each of her sides. Her palms resting against her bright purple skirt.<br><br>"But there is more. And it is something many here forget. We... well you know there are many groups of individuals of 'super' powers. Johnny, I know you know of one first-hand. There are many around the globe who are similar. We are here... because most of us... are capable of becoming something more. We will learn to put others before ourselves. To learn to not listen to our basic most of instincts, to not give into selfishness, greed, and other primal forces when others are in danger. Now I know... You are not expected to become unfeeling robots. But we will learn, or we will try to be taught that sometimes, when the lives of others, of innocents are in danger we must forget our own desires and instead do what is right."<br><br>She raises her arms once again to her side, and then above her head.<br><br>"To be here is to have to potential to be a hero, a true hero. To be one who stands against the darkness, to be the lamp in the fog. To be the one, or the ones who will stand when others will run, Who will not run away when all hope appears to be lost. There will be times when it will not be easy, and some will never learn to put the welfare of others above their own primal or carnal desires. That is to be expected, not everyone graduates from every school. And there is at least one here already who I doubt ever will learn that very important lesson. But we all have the chance, we all have the capability of becoming that hero that a world who considers us sometimes to be monsters -needs-."<br><br>"We are also here to... set an example. There are those who believe those different like you and I should be kept in cages as we are 'dangerous' to those around us. We are also here to prove that is not the case, that we can control our powers and ourselves to help those around us, who need it, without causing untold death and destruction. No pressure... as they say."<br><br>Turning sharply she moves back to stand behind her desk, looking away from the pair, and displaying her impossibly long, flowing locks of ivory white hair.<br><br>"I apologize if I come off as a bit... over-eager or overzealous, however this is something I believe in, greatly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 19:44:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Jack, nice to meet you.&nbsp; I hear you about not having volunteered for this... truth be told, I didn't either.&nbsp; I wasn't-"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ya dont say..." Suspicions confirmed, pretty boy here HAD been booted down to the junior ranks, which meant that even one of the most famous heroes in the world made the folk upstairs nervous. Didnt seem to matter what he had accomplished as a member of the FF, but only what he MIGHT do. He was after all only a kid, and a hot tempered on at that. It made Jack feel both better and worse about things. Nobody was excluded...cool, but if the government was willing to go this far with someone like Storm, what might they do with Jack if things went south. Jack was pretty sure he knew the answer to that one, what always happened to monsters once the villagers got their torches and their pitch forks.<br><br>&lt;cut&gt;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"As my new friend Jack just said, we want to know more about what we'll be doing here.&nbsp; I've only just arrived on SHIELD's orders, myself and I don't even know where I'll be staying."<br><br>"What will you be doing here. Well I suppose I could give the most obvious answers. Training... learning. They are all true, very true. You will be training here, learning to harness your powers, learning about more mundane things at the highschool across the way. Learning how to interact with others in a 'normal' environment... You will be doing all of that."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack rolled his eyes in spite of his wariness of the black woman's power. Was she fucking serious?Harnessing his power? Interacting with the monkeys like he was one of them and not what he really was...a wofl amongst the sheeple? This was just more of the Samsonesque bullshit. Jack was about to express that publicly when Ororo interrupted his thoughts.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"But there is more. And it is something many here forget. We... well you know there are many groups of individuals of 'super' powers. Johnny, I know you know of one first-hand. There are many around the globe who are similar. We are here... because most of us... are capable of becoming something more. We will learn to put others before ourselves. To learn to not listen to our basic most of instincts, to not give into selfishness, greed, and other primal forces when others are in danger. Now I know... You are not expected to become unfeeling robots. But we will learn, or we will try to be taught that sometimes, when the lives of others, of innocents are in danger we must forget our own desires and instead do what is right."<br><br>She raises her arms once again to her side, and then above her head.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh my God," Jack mutters under his breath. This chick was worse than Samson...WAY worse! She wasnt feeding him some canned speech, psyco-babble bullshit to keep him in line. She reall fucking believed all of this! Just look at her, he thought, raising her arms to heaven in some sort of overly theatrical supplication! This bitch is nuts! She's some sorta zealot/ideologue. Christ how was he gonna get out of this and keep those fucking spooks away from his mom? Jack cast a glance at Johnny to see if Mr All American Hero was eating up this sugar coated craziness or if he had the sense to see it for what it was? Maybe he could make an ally of Johnny and somehow get him to help him escape this shiny trap.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"To be here is to have to potential to be a hero, a true hero. To be one who stands against the darkness, to be the lamp in the fog. To be the one, or the ones who will stand when others will run, Who will not run away when all hope appears to be lost. There will be times when it will not be easy, and some will never learn to put the welfare of others above their own primal or carnal desires. That is to be expected, not everyone graduates from every school. And there is at least one here already who I doubt ever will learn that very important lesson. But we all have the chance, we all have the capability of becoming that hero that a world who considers us sometimes to be monsters -needs-."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A chill ran down Jack's spine raising the hackles along the back of his neck, was she talking about him? Was she already writing him off. She knew what he was of course, SHIELD would have given her a file on him. Strengths, weaknesses, psyche profile, the works. Jack's brow furrowed in confusion as it seemed as if Storm had both just dismissed him with one hand and offered him some manner of hope with the other. Was this a head game? Thing was it didnt feel like one to him, and more his shifted senses where not picking up any change in the woman's heart beat...whatever she was saying she wasnt lying. So she really thought he could be a hero. Jack thought about that a moment and felt an odd sensation in his chest, something completely unfamiliar. Jack's brow furrowed deeper still as he wrestled with its meaning.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"We are also here to... set an example. There are those who believe those different like you and I should be kept in cages as we are 'dangerous' to those around us. We are also here to prove that is not the case, that we can control our powers and ourselves to help those around us, who need it, without causing untold death and destruction. No pressure... as they say."<br><br>Turning sharply she moves back to stand behind her desk, looking away from the pair, and displaying her impossibly long, flowing locks of ivory white hair.<br><br>"I apologize if I come off as a bit... over-eager or overzealous, however this is something I believe in, greatly."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack blinked in surprise not quite knowing what to say? Was she really putting herself and Johnny in the same boat as him. What the fuck? Really ok&nbsp; Johnny might have an impulse control problem but he was a darling of the media machine in this country and Storm, well she was...Jack scented again to be sure, yeah she was a mutie. But even so, that still made her one of the monkeys. Did she honestly believe that the spooks could lock her and Johnny away with the other monsters like himself? Yeah he could tell, she really did. Maybe this bitch wasnt crazy after all, maybe she understood things far better than he did. Jack's brow furrwed again, this time with concern instead of confusion. He was at a loss as how to proceed from here. His mind whirling with new possibilities both good and bad.<br><br>"Yeah, um. so uh, what's next?" It sounded so stupid but it was all Jack could stammer out, feeling almost like an idiot and apologetic for failing maintain his swagger. Jack attempted to rally hmself.&nbsp; <br><br>Get your head out of your ass and get yourself together asshole, he admonished himself.<br><br>"I mean we all got shit ta do right? So point me and the zippo here in the right direction and lets get this show on the road."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 21:56:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Flame Submits to the Wind</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Ororo<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny balked as Storm started talking... less that she didn't seem to react to his flirting and more that she was implying that he needed help learning to control his powers.&nbsp; He had been a member of the Fantastic Four for over two years and in that time saved the world more times than the chick standing before him even knew.&nbsp; Let's see her help to repel Galactus before lunch, both figuratively and literally.&nbsp; <br><br>He grumbled internally but kept listening to her... damn.&nbsp; She certainly did have a flare for the dramatic... but then again, he could too at times.&nbsp; Something about her words and the regal way she carried herself made him feel less irritated and more on board with what she was saying.&nbsp; A strong, charismatic leader could sway even the most stubborn of the masses, and this girl certainly had charisma in spades.&nbsp; So did Johnny, but where his was a more flirty charm that appealed to many girls hers was one borne of the likes of a queen or even a goddess.&nbsp; She was beautiful... he was certain that there were many guys that would be more than willing to get on their knees and worship her.&nbsp; <br><br>He glanced sidelong at Jack, who seemed equally as swayed by her eloquent words.&nbsp; After Jack spoke, Johnny nodded his agreement.&nbsp; He almost missed the zippo comment.&nbsp; Heh, zippo.&nbsp; Nice one.&nbsp; Ben had called him worse, so he wasn't at all offended.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sure... what happens now?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 04:08:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>White locks of long hair gently tussle in a breeze that really did not seem to be there, judging from the closed windows along one of the walls of the small relatively undercoated office. She turns in one crisp movement the long violet skirt she wore twisting with the motion flaring out slightly and revealing the calves of her long chocolate colored legs.<br><br>Her crystal blue eyes settled on each in turn before she gently nods her hair once. Despite being tussled and rolling with the unseen wind her long ivory hair never seemed to become truly disheveled instead settling back down in flowing waves, as if that is exactly how she meant it to stay.<br><br>"Now... Well now you each have rooms prepared for you, they are basic in their decor, however you are free to decorate them however you wish, I only ask is that you do not damage the walls, windows or plumbing in the adjoining bathroom each has."<br><br>She pauses once again stepping up and around her desk to face the pair in her office, little more than a foot away from them.<br><br>"I encourage you to meet and get to know your teammates. There are training facilities in the sub-basement should you desire a workout. The training facilities are designed to be challenging to those with above human physical abilities. The semester at the school across the way is also set to start any day, I can assist you in filling out a schedule, or you can look over it and choose the classes you would like to take yourselves. If you have any other questions I am always available."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 10:18:03</strong>
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				"C'mon Johnny, lets go to the gym meet the rest of the misfit menagerie and get all the awkward introductions out of the way."<br><br>Jack took his leave of Storm's office, still struggling with the odd effect the woman's impassioned speech had had upon him. He tried to shake it off, tried to harden himself against her eloquence, her passion and conviction but there was no denying that somehow she had moved him in some fundamental way. And dammit he didnt like that one bit. Angrily he refused to allow even a sliver of hope. Hope was bullshit. It was smoke and mirrors, a cheap magicians trick. A fucking email from Uganda that promised you a fortune in return for helping him out with a small loan or your money. Fucking right! Hope was a trap that ripped your guts out as savagely as the beast curled and waiting within Jack himself.<br><br>This got Jack thinking about the next thing that needed doing, his room. Jack had his pinup posters and pushpin, porn mags and adult dvds that he planned on liberally spreading around his room. Operation Jack is a pig needed to go into full swing as fast as possible. It was best if all the girls on campus got the message that he was sex starved asshole. Less girls paying him any attention, the less temptation for the young man to worry about. Forget sex, just dating a werewolf could be lethal. Jack could see himself giving in to some ridiculous cheerleader, taking her and then getting excited, all worked up and WAY to hairy! Fuck, what a nightmare that would be! Some real National Inquirer shit. Headline: I Was Fucked by a Werewolf. Nah that wouldnt be the low profile SHIELD demanded all the freaks keep amongst the Norms. <br><br>It was so frustrating having to surround himself with tantalizing images of the very thing his teenage body desired. It was a never ending nightmare! For Christ's sake he could smell when the bitches got aroused! And he gave off pheromones that kept the damn monkey bitches far to interested in him. Being a teenager and a werewolf was just too fucking much for any man to handle! <br><br>&lt;Thanks, thanks again dad for fucking up my life.&gt; Jack thinks.<strong> [OOC: I write thoughts expressed "out loud" with&lt;&gt;, such broadcast thoughts would easily be picked up by any nearby telepath.]</strong><br><br>Mom had approached Jack, had told him about his father out of fear, fear when she found Jack dirty and his clothes with some bloodstains on the the morning after his first change. Jack had denied anything explaining it off a drunken brawl with his friends. The story was almost as much for himself as it was his mom. He didnt want to believe what he was but unfortunately Jack remembered EVERYTHING. Waking with his skin itching as his body hair grew thick and course. The compulsion to get outside even as his skin stretched to its limits with swelling muscles and his bones painfully elongated. The shock of his heart stopping long enough to grow in size to drive his powerful new body. The explosion of sensation as sight, sound, hearing and smell all widened in unimaginable ways. And then the hunt! Hurling his lithe body through the nearby woodlands at astonishing speeds. The taste of hot blood as he took first a hare and then a doe. How the deer's eyes had rolled in terror, and God how exciting that was!!! The panic, the acrid scent of its fear, its bleating cries had spurred Jack on to even greater speeds as he had run it down with such terrible ease. And the steaming meat, so hot on his tongue, salty blood pouring crimson down his throat. The hunt was extacy! <br><br>Jack shuddered! Even thinking about that night was too stimulating! He could feel his muscles starting to shift, his every hair follicle pushing his every hair farther out, causing them to stand on end. He could feel his teeth sharpen inside his closed mouth!<br><br>&lt;God dammit Jack!&gt;<br><br>He reigned himself in remembering how easily he and his mother had accepted the lie. He was sure she knew better at heart but as long as she didnt have to openly face it Jack's mother could pretend she had only married a monster and not borne one. If Jack was ever gonna have more than his hand he either needed to find a super nerd who had built a sex android or a female werewolf on campus.<br><br>&lt; Yeah right! A space giant will come and try to eat your planet out of all the fucking planets out there but the chance of finding even a super bitch you can bone are next to nil Jackie boy.&gt;<br><br>It was hopeless...Jack began to sink into a funk at the thought of his future. Fucking SHIELD, if they had just left him alone instead of sticking him in the middle of lust central. Fucking teenage girls with their tight clothes, hot bodies and wanton stares. Hell, it was just fucking Hell. Jack dearly hoped there was something in the gym he could just mother fucking WRECK! Mood worsening as he brooded Jack could feel his nails hardening, aching to tear into something.<br><br>"Hope this super gym is insured, cause Im gonna fuck some shit up." Jack snarls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 20:13:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Student Athletic Fields <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open <br>Meanwhile...over at the Student Athletic Fields <hr><br>Logan was starting to question the story from the Hulk and he was ready to ask more details from next time he caught sight of the big lug. Things didn't seem to add up in his head but when he tried to think, it did not fall into place. His room had been decorated to his taste but he was not the type to really enjoy classes all to much. Logan had only attended a few classes, most of them ending with "shop" accept for History which he found an academic thirst for. It helped that the teacher was a smoking red head but that was besides the point! <br><br>He was loitering out by the Student Athletic fields,on the benches, staring out at the grass when the cheer leader try outs began. Logan had not caught the attention of the coach yet but he did from a few of the girls. Apparently ignoring them only made them want his attention all the more and if they wanted to bend over and show off what they had to him while he enjoyed a smoke he was not about to question them. Logan was not exactly dressed to fit in or the most up to date fashion. Heavy working boots, a pair of jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a large flannel short sleeve shirt made up the attire but he was comfortable and that was all that mattered even if he looked like a stereotypical lumberjack. <br><br>The smoke left his nostrils, the craving he felt for the damn cancer sticks was hardly noticed until he was told not to smoke in auto shop. It made sense, who in their right mind would smoke around oil and ga?&nbsp; In wood shop he found the scent of fresh wood suppress the urge to smoke. Certain things made him feel comfortable and others made him feel trapped, like most of his classes. One thing was certain, he needed a drink or something to eat. Glancing around he wondered when Lunch time would start, he felt he could eat a horse by himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 21:59:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Schedules... Forms... copies of forms... And forms that request more Forms. SHIELD's method of torture must be thousands of paper cuts. At least that is what the tall, dark-skinned woman mumbled to herself in her native language. Slender arms push at the desk she had been sitting behind, sending the wheeled chair skittering backwards with a series of soft squeaks. Reaching up long and delicate fingers begin to rub at closed eyes. As her eyes open the typical crystal blue is gone, instead replaced by solid, glowing white. A sudden but brisk gust of wind fills the room as the completed, but still annoying paperwork takes to the air, forcefully sent from the surface of the desk.<br><br>A soft chuckle emanates from the African woman. True she would have to pick them all up now, but it was still terribly satisfying to send it all scattering to the floor and against the far wall. The heavier objects that rested on the desk where only slightly agitated, one of which was a remote control. Reaching down she grips the small black device and depresses a button with the tip of her sharp-looking fingernail. The LCD TV on the far side of the office flickers to life on command.<br><br>Sighing she raises to her feet, the long violet skirt she wore shifting as the fabric stretched back out to it's normal length. Turning she begins to methodicly bend forward and pick up piles of the paperwork she had sent scattering a moment before. The sounds of a news announcer caught her attention halfway through her second collection of papers, sending her to stand up straight. Crystal blue eyes focus on the screen as she takes a pair of long-strided steps towards the desk. Reaching down she grips the remote control once again, the volume on the television increasing considerably.<br><br>The events that had just happened downtown, played out again and in slow motion by the news reports drew her attention. Moving towards the television she focuses her eyes onto it, listening carefully to the reports, watching the captured and amateur video closely. "At least no one was -hurt-." She mumbles to herself, which given the involvement of "John" she was genuinely surprised about. The slight loss of property along with their exposure to public happened sooner than she had expected, and no doubt was ready to get an earful about it from the 'all-seeing-eye' at SHIELD. However the actions of the small 'team' altogether -did- deliver the message she had hoped they would. They are here to help, here to make sure no one gets hurt, and could use their powers for the greater good.<br><br>She made a mental note to have some words with Steve upon the return of the small group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 04:29:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>The television in Ororo's office </em></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/201001/35214/cuts/stephen-colbert-the-word-app_288x288.jpg)</div><br>A hazy clip of Ares pounding the wizard before a shield knocked the villain out was played, followed by the damage of New York City and the rescue of Steve of Little Johnny played in one corner of the screen. Another panel showed Steve talking to police officers, his shield hidden back in his backpack making him look like any other person and a very eccentric young boy cheering as his mother cried after realizing how close she had been to losing the young man. <em>"This is the sight on Scene, Police are saying there is some damage but the robbers have been thwarted by a group of people who are no longer on scene, we will have more on this story as it unfolds, back toy you at Studio Kent." </em><br><br>Kent came on screen, stacking his papers before looking at the camera. <strong>"There you have it folks, breaking news. Mutants attack harmless citizens but a good Samaritan comes to the rescue. Whoever that all American young man is, I want to meet him and shake his hand." </strong><br><br>The reporter cued for the clips to play again and some of the video being uploaded onto the internet from people's cell phones. The news coverage continued, New York would not call down on this story for a few days... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 04:59:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">John Aaron: Bedroom</span></span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Zzz…</span></div><br>The teenager was passed out across his mattress. He hadn’t even changed out of his clothes or got himself situated beneath the covers. The only signs of his rage were a crushed dumpster in an alley in the city and the immense axe embedded into the bedpost of his bed. Having been running on a few hours of sleep, John was beyond exhausted.<br><br>His chest rose and fell to his gentle breaths, his necklace gleaming in the firelight of the eternal hearth that burned in his room. It was probably was a fire hazard, but the floors, walls, and ceiling were mostly stone, and John didn’t give much of a damn. He was the God of War! For someone who had appeared so hard and menacing moments ago, he bore an entirely different expression when he slept. There wasn’t a frown or crease of anger or irritation on his face. His features were smooth and light with seemingly innocence, lips parted as a stream of drool threatened to escape the corner of his mouth, and would by the end of the night. He was sleeping harder than a rock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 19:36:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Any Avengers who want to hang out<br><em>Pizza party! </em><hr><br><br>After arriving via cab back on campus and the ride was paid by a swipe of the comm card, Steve and Carol went their separate ways. She needed to change, well not really, but Steve did not actually say that out loud and he returned to his room. His clothes had seen better days, the jeans were ripped up and after taking off the clothes he noticed he had taken a few injuries but nothing that wouldn't heal within a day or so, mostly a case of road rash from his slide earlier that day. He spent a few minutes staring at the outfit in his closet and took a moment to reflect on the reality of it all before slipping into the shower. Everyone he had known, gone, everyone...<br><br>He stayed for a long time just thinking before he managed to slip out of the shower to dry up and change into something comfortable. A pair of athletic black mesh shorts, a Storm Valley High gym shirt and a pair of sneakers. The last thing he did before leaving his room was order a whole dozen pizzas of multiple variety with drinks and sides before he moved off to claim the common room. <br><br>The common room seemed empty, a few saw and acknowledged him but none had caught word or the news. Steve sunk into the middle couch and flipped the Television on, the amount of channels and programs distracting him from actually flipping to a news station. <strong>"I bet I could sit here all day and not get anything done..."</strong> He commented to himself as he went over the guide. So much media, so much entertainment but he yet to figure out how people could just sit in front of a Television and waste a day like this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 19:48:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Office<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Clear blue eyes focus on monitors in the rather sparsely decorated office she had occupied. The entrance of the group who had gone into town catching he eye for a long moment. Nodding her head to herself the tall, lean African woman pushes herself to her feet once again. Long violet skirt swishing across the floor as her hips move in a slightly exaggerated sway. Bared and toned arms swinging next to her as she moves with a purpose, at a quick pace.<br><br>The elevator took her to the residential floor. Her sandals made soft noises on the metallic floor as she moved through the slightly curved hallway. Eyes flick towards each door as she passes, until she comes to the common room. Her crystal blue eyes settle on the room's lone occupant. She leans to the side slightly, allowing her bared shoulder to rest up against the door frame. Long, lean arms crossing in front of her torso.<br><br>"Quite an exciting afternoon it would seem. I was wondering if you had a moment to speak about what happened?" She asks, her voice thickly accented as it always was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:04:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Any Avengers who want to hang out<br><em>Pizza party! </em><hr><br>Steve had discovered the awesome art of channel surfing when he heard the door slide open and someone make a comment before asking him a question. Turning to look over the back of the couch he spots Ororo and nods. <strong>"You mean this doesn't happen every day?" </strong>He asked in response before turning of the Television and sat up before standing. The casually dressed Avenger moved around the couch and approached her with a friendly smile on his face. <strong>"You are early, Pizzas should be here in about an hour. I have plenty of time."</strong> Steve added after fully acknowledging her with a polite nod of his head when they were standing closer to one another. Looking around he checked back with her if she wished to move elsewhere, anyone could walk in at any moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:36:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any, Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Her full lips push into a small smile as Steve approaches, she actually chuckles softly at his observation before speaking in turn. "Well it does not happen every day -now- but I suspect that eventually it may come to pass that is will." She stands back upright, her arms remaining crossed in front of her torso, mashing her normally rounded and ample breasts underneath closed arms. "I saw the news reports, and some of the footage, you handled your self expertly. Without you there I fear the scene might have gone much worse."<br><br>Her full lips stop for just a moment as she quiets, her crystal blue eyes, set against the deep brown of her skin, glance upwards at the features of the man standing closely next to her. "I am curious if you ever have given any thought into leadership? Into a leadership position -here- on the team." She allows her arms to fall to her sides once again, the rounded fleshy mounds hidden so completely by the white, sleeveless blouse she wore quickly expanding back into their natural shape and size. "This team is a team which fights best in close-combat situations. Situations like that I cannot be in the 'thick' of like you can. I am simply too fragile. As difficult as it is to admit. I need someone who can be in the thick of things, to act... like a team Sargent for a better lack of terms. Someone who can direct combat, someone who can handle wildcards like John. Would you be interested in trying that, Steve?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Girls Dorm Area of Avengers Mansion<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone/No one in particular<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol had parted ways with Steve as they each went to change and such. She made her way into the girls Dorm area more than ready for a hot shower and a fresh change of clothes.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly sore per say but she had exerted herself a bit in her actions that day. Slipping into her room she gathered up some fresh clothes and laid them out on the bed. A nice pair of black cotton lounge shorts and a black tank top along with matching undergarments. Carol took off the jacket the nice man loaned her and made a point to lay it to the side for returning. She would have had it cleaned for him as well but some people were weird about that sort of thing. Gathering up a large sized towel and her shower caddy, the blonde super-heroine moved toward the bath area. <br><br>Glancing down the hallway she watched for anyone who may come along, hoping Caroline made it back okay. She also made a note that she'd need to talk to Ororo as well. Something was wrong there and it didn't seem right for her first friend to be mad at her for some reason. With a soft sigh she headed into the showers and soon turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. The steam started rolling out and she took in a slow deep breath while disrobing, if you could call it that. One of her favorite shirts, ruined, in tatters even. She could almost cry. After finally stepping into the hot water she shivered a little at the sudden heat and sunk in against the wall letting the water rain down over her naked body. Soon she ducked her head under the pouring spout and soaked the dirty locks of gold. Within moments she had grabbed up her strawberry scented shampoo and poured it on letting it foam up with each scrub of her fingertips. Staring down at the drain below she watched as the suds spiraled down the grated hole and she sighed softly. Finally finishing up her shower she rubbed a similar smelling soap over her naked form and rinsed it well. <br><br>Stepping out of the shower after turning off the water she grabbed up her towel and rubbed it through her hair first. It was a bath time ritual of hers. Starting from the head and working her way downward. She'd rub her arms dry next and then over her full perky breasts before sliding over her slim stomach and sides to her hips. Finally each long leg would be dried before she took out some lotion and rubbed over the bare smooth skin she had just finished drying. Her legs, arms, elbows, and knees all got a special skin softening treatment. The smooth cream had no real scent to it, just a light freshness. She tucked her towel around herself and picked up her shower caddy making sure all of her items were tucked back into place before she started out of the bathroom toward her room.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 23:19:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm <hr><br><strong>"I don't know about that, Ares and Colossus brought the wizard and chopper down. It was definitely a team effort."</strong> He added in his own input, the only thing he had done of true importance was save the kid but to him that was the most important thing. A tragedy had been avoided, streets and buildings could be fixed. Steve did not purposely down play himself, he was just raised to be humble at the right times. <br><br><strong>"To be honest, I haven't yet. I am still getting used to the day to day after my long nap...but if you need someone on the field, I am more than willing. You are looking for a Captain." </strong>Steve joked unable to resist the bad joke at himself. <strong>"I doubt you are as fragile as you claim, but if you want me running the show on the field, I'm your man."</strong> He agreed to what she was offering if indeed she was offering him the position. <strong>"Wait, who's John?" </strong> Steve asked, he still didn't know half the people he met, much less the other avengers names and their hero alter egos. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 23:33:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any, Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>She inclines her head as the man standing across from her spoke. Humility, honesty, forthrightness qualities she could understand, qualities she could respect. Far from the arrogance, self-indulgence, self-importance that she so loathed. She merely listened to his story before holding up a single hand. The palm of the raised hand was a lighter brown than the deep chocolate brown of the rest of her skin.<br><br>"I understand, Steve protection and saving of lives is, what I feel, our most important duty, it is something you understand, aspire to, and represent, at least I believe. And I assure you, I am quite fragile, I am just as fragile as anyone you meet on the street. I have no supernatural ability to fight, to heal, to absorb physical punishment so I cannot be in the 'thick' of things. That is why I need you. Since you accept, than it is done."<br><br>She offers a small smile to the man, her head tilting to one side. The stark white hair that falls from her scalp spilling over her shoulder as she does so. The bright locks of hair contrasting sharply with her darker brown skin. "Please enjoy yourself, you, all of you have earned the break and the relaxation." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 01:48:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm <hr><br>He nodded, knowing he could have gone into a long discussion over what she was saying. She must not have seen the records of him when he was younger, before the serum. Steve looked up at her with a confused look. "You aren't staying?" He asked, motioning for her to come in and stay. Steve forgot to invite people to come out, the throwing a party concept was not a known one for him but he hoped Carol could get some people out. The common room was well traveled so he hoped to get a few people to stay instead of heading straight to their rooms. <br><br>"Don't work to hard, your hair will go...white..." He gave it an attempt to make a joke, smiling a bit even if he faltered in the delivery of the bad joke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 03:05:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Stealth Mission</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo, Carol and Steve<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran slipped out of his room as his sensitive ears heard some sort of commotion not far down the hallway.&nbsp; The rooms were pretty well insulated but his hearing was quite acute... not as acute as the likes of Wolverine or some others, but acute enough to hear muffled talking down the hall.&nbsp; As he moved out, still wearing his shirtless combat attire, he noted Carol moving down the hallway far down the way past the common room, his eyes adjusting to see her from the relatively great distance.&nbsp; She was wearing only a towel.&nbsp; He smiled a touch and made his way down the hallway, only to see her vanish into her room just as he reached the common area, where Steve and Ororo were speaking... Ororo's back to him.&nbsp; <br><br>A wry grin spread across his features as he slipped into stealth mode... renowned throughout the galaxies as one of the premiere assassins in the universe, it would take super acute senses to even have a chance to hear his silent footfalls.&nbsp; Deft hands slipped around Ororo's waist from behind to hold her, one hand on her stomach and one on her midriff in a grasp that could easily be slipped out of if she desired.&nbsp; His voice was dangerously low, yet tinged with a tone that told all involved that he was no threat at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Hello, Ororo... Steve... what is 'pizza'?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 13:24:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br>Tagged: Any in the location<br><br><br><br>Caroline’s skin still steamed in the cooler air of her dorm room.&nbsp; Hot water had scorched at her skin when she had returned.&nbsp; Pain had raced over her body to wash away the stench of her failure, of her inability to protect the innocent.&nbsp; She had let her anger get the better of her.&nbsp; Caroline had allowed herself to be consumed with a want to hurt and to win the fight.&nbsp; That her wants had been brought about by a need to help her friends and the people around her did not enter her mind.&nbsp; For her the last image of the child in the path of her destruction stung her thoughts and brought tears that stung her eyes.&nbsp; If not for Steve she may be watching the child’s burial.&nbsp; Such grief would have consumed her.&nbsp; Steve had saved not only the boy but her as well.&nbsp; A shaky sigh took hold of her chest.&nbsp; Around her the towel fought to hold itself onto her but failed.&nbsp; <br><br>So she stood up from her bed nude.&nbsp; A redness traced along her shoulders, back and chest from where the water had hit the most.&nbsp; Against her closest door hung a picture of her family.&nbsp; Fingers touched the photograph with a longing for the family she saw there.&nbsp; Part of her knew that such a family did not exist for her, but she wanted the dream regardless.&nbsp; She knew her parents loved her even if they feared for her and what she was becoming.&nbsp; Truth be told she was fearful as well.&nbsp; Another shaky sigh and then she turned to look over her other clothing.&nbsp; Much was still packed away in her bags, so some time was taken to rummage through the contents.&nbsp; A simple white shirt emerged along with a bra to contain her ample chest.&nbsp; The tight confines were fitted to her heavy front before the white shirt was tightly spread across her front, giving perfect shape to the round curves.<br><br>A pair of simple shorts were pulled on next.&nbsp; Etched across the back were the words “Gold’s Gym.”&nbsp; The shorts were meant to give her freedom of motion and display her legs when she worked out.&nbsp; Shaping the body meant a lot of observation to sculpt the muscle and so the shorts allowed for that visualization.&nbsp; That such visualization might have different connotations to others did not touch her mind.&nbsp; Indeed Caroline doubted many would take interest in the powerful thighs and hardened bottom she presented.&nbsp; Instead she gave a simple smile that she was back in familiar clothing.&nbsp; The light brown tendrils of her hair were brought up into a small bun, clipped into place securely so that she could move without being bothered by them.<br><br>Water bottle taken up she moved out to the commons, the slap of her sandals could be heard down the hallway.&nbsp; A pause was given when she heard voices but she had promised not to be a recluse on coming here.&nbsp; Caroline emerged to the conversation regarding pizza with a slight smile on her face, finding humor in the man’s lack of knowledge about the food.&nbsp; Immediately she sought out the water fountain, but she kept her eyes toward the forming group.<br><br>“Hey.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 00:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any, Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>She purses her full lips for a moment as Steve spoke, the slight gurgle that emanated from her stomach seemed to make up her mind for her. "Indeed, I believe I will stay for the Pizza, I rather enjoy it." Her lips part into a small, friendly smile as she reaches out with a single arm long fingers patting Steve's shoulder in a friendly gesture.<br><br>She jumps slightly as a pair of green limbs silently and quickly wrap around her midsection. The flat nature of her stomach and abdomen displaying itself as the white fabric of her sleeveless blouse is pressed against the skin beneath, thanks for the splayed fingers pressed against it. Glancing down to see the distinctive green skin caused her to relax her suddenly jumpy stance. The loose grip keeps her held in place as she did not attempt to step away.<br><br>"Pizza is my favorite food. It is a bread-like crust covered with tomato-based sauce cheese, and various meet and vegetable toppings as well. You should stay and have some, it is quite good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 02:08:30</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Dorms and into the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> John, and Everyone in the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Having missed seeing Gamoran heading down toward the common area she had entered her room. Already all dried off and ready for fresh clothes she slipped into her undergarments before donning her comfortable shorts and tank top. All set she settled on a chair at her desk and brushed out her freshly washed hair. She would leave the long damp locks to dangle free and dry of their own accord, having never been one for hair dryers and the like unless absolutely necessary. Finally dressed and ready for food she headed out of her room. Closing the door behind her, she padded barefoot down the hallway. Pausing at the apex of the dormitories, she looked down toward the boys side and then looked toward the common area where the talk of pizza could be heard. Her stomach growled in reply and protest to being delayed. She ran a few slender fingers over and then finally took a few steps toward the boys area. Her eyes shifted around to see if anyone else would notice or not and seeing they were all busy or not in sight she headed down to where John's room was.<br><br>Pausing outside the door she stood there and stared at it. The urge to knock was deep in her but at the same time she wasn't positive it was a good idea. Something about him was undeniably attractive, but part of him was too much of a mystery that it scared her too. With one hand up to rap on the door she finally just sighed having come to a final conclusion. Her arm fell back to her side as Carol looked back at the door then started to move away with a deep sigh. If he wanted to see her or apologize for leaving them, he would. It wasn't really up to her to go seeking out explanations. Pushing back a few locks behind her right ear she padded back down the hallway toward the common room once more. <br><br>Listening to the explanation on what pizza was she couldn't help but smile some and then slipped inside past Gamoran and Ororo. Carol would give them each a tired smile before finding her way to the couch to plop down and curl her legs up under her. The television was a good distraction while they waited on the food but her eyes kept moving back to her friends and noted the intimate contact between the dark skinned female and the green tinted alien. It appeared more had happened on her little trip downtown than she had thought. <em>"Well good for them."</em> She couldn't help but feel happy for her friends and hoped it was something lasting and true.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 04:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone in the common room <hr><br>"Hey." He replied to the green skinned avenger with a confirming nod of his head from what Ororo said. "I ordered Luigi's, I've haven't had a slice, since before the Great War...." Steve shared before smiling. "To think they are still in business, I was on my way earlier when you know." He cut off as he spoke with&nbsp; the two embraced avengers. <br><br>His attention turned to the entering Amazon to which he waved. "Hello" He greeted politely before looking back at Storm. "Glad you will be joining us, I will leave you two alone." Steve announced, glancing at the clock and hoping the food would arrive soon. Somehow in between he did not notice Carol slipping in but was aware of her presence after he hopped over the couch and almost landed on top of her. "Ohh, hey, when did you get here?!" He said startled, moving off towards the corner bend of the couch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 07:06:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Dorms and into the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The blonde avenger was watching the television idly as the others kept talking about the food arriving. She didn't expect anyone to come her way just then. As Steve plopped down onto the couch she jumped a little with a chuckle. He was just as startled as she was and it was a little comical. Carol straightened her legs out then tucked them back under her again to give Steve some more room and looked back toward Caroline then to him.<br><br><strong>"Oh a couple minutes ago, didn't scare you did I?"</strong><br><br>She gave him a little smirk and a tilt of her head as she watched him take up his own space on the other end.<br><br><strong>"I can't wait for the food. My stomach is protesting to the lack of food. By the way... have you seen John? He sort of abandoned us at the restaurant."</strong><br><br>She looked at both Steve and Caroline as they were both there, hoping they would have said something about seeing him or hearing some kind of explanation from them that he may have given. Carol cared too much about what others thought and how they reacted to her. Probably a reason why she felt bad about Ororo as well. However, with Gamoran around her, she seemed more at ease and calm than before. She just didn't' understand why the other female was so upset before. Maybe the green man would know or maybe she should just ask her, herself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 09:21:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br>Tagged: Any in the location<br><br><br><br><br><br>Caroline glanced back as the handsome figure leaped over the couch to sit by the other beauty.&nbsp; A shake of her head was given while the bottle in her grasp was filled.&nbsp; The metallic surface of the contained touched against the side of the fountain when she was done and the cap was snapped into place.&nbsp; Eyes flickered over to the warm embrace of the dark skinned woman in the arms of her green companion.&nbsp; Her hand shook the contained in her grasp to make sure the powder she had placed inside would mix properly.&nbsp; Then she set the bottle down so that she could lean back on the edge of the counter.&nbsp; Muscles flexed along her arms and stomach while she braced there. <br><br>When Carol glanced her way she only shrugged her shoulders and lifted her eyebrows to indicate an unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>“I don’t know, but he disappeared right before the fighting started.&nbsp; Maybe the Prius hit him hard before everything started.&nbsp; After the other man showed up my memory is a bit of a blur with everything that went on.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 21:06:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Earth Customs are Odd at Times...</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo, Caroline, Carol and Steve<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran didn't move his hands, though he did give the dark-skinned beauty in his arms a gentle squeeze.&nbsp; He offered a nod to those who were just entering; the powerful yet graceful Caroline and the very lovely Carol along with a smile.&nbsp; He seemed to be in good spirits right now.&nbsp; He listened carefully to the explanations given about this 'pizza' thing and nodded.&nbsp; Though it sounded odd, he would try it and see if it agreed with his palette.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"That sounds good.&nbsp; I'll have two portions, please."</strong><br><br>As Carol and Caroline spoke of John disappearing in the middle of battle, he tilted his head and let his hands slip from around Ororo... he frowned a touch and moved to sit on one of the couches.<br><br><strong>"He vanished?&nbsp; That doesn't sound right.&nbsp; I'm sure that SHIELD wouldn't have acquired someone who would do such a thing.&nbsp; Perhaps there's a different explanation.&nbsp; Is he here?"</strong><br><br>He glanced to Steve and shook his head with a small smile on his face.<br><br><strong>"You don't need to leave anyone alone.&nbsp; This is a kna'sha... a get together, right?&nbsp; Let us get together then!"</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong>******</strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Party?&nbsp; I'm So There.</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo, Gamoran, Caroline, Carol and Steve<br><br><br><hr><br>After working out for a bit in the gym with Jack, Johnny had stopped for a shower, tossing his uniform in the laundry as he did so.&nbsp; He hoped that his clothes and other personal effects had been delivered by the time he was done.&nbsp; After a nice cleansing shower, he slipped out and dried off, only to find that the Tower had apparently cleaned his uniform in the meantime.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Well damn.&nbsp; That's handy."</strong><br><br>He slid back into the now clean uniform and took a few minutes to fix his hair.&nbsp; Gotta look presentable, after all.&nbsp; He made his way back up to the dorm area to check out his room... passing a common area in the hallway.&nbsp; He did a double take, spotting those present, which included Caroline and Carol... both of whom were lovely in their own way.&nbsp; He paused in the entryway, a charming smile on his face as he spoke.<br><br><strong>"I must have died and gone to Heaven... because I see three angels."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 23:47:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Dorms and into the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Caroline, Johnny<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“I don’t know, but he disappeared right before the fighting started.&nbsp; Maybe the Prius hit him hard before everything started.&nbsp; After the other man showed up my memory is a bit of a blur with everything that went on.”</strong><br><br>Carol blinked a few times as she hadn't thought about that. He could have been badly hurt and was in the hospital or something. She had only assumed he left the scene without contacting either of them. Chewing at her lower lip she furrowed her brow some and considered going to check his room. If he wasn't in his room then she'd check the hospital. How careless and assumptive of her to think he'd just do that! When the blonde ego entered the room with his pick up lines she groaned a little and rolled her eyes some. <br><br><strong>"I think that's one of the all time record highs of lame pick up lines I've heard yet."</strong><br><br>She slipped from her seat and smirked at him finally realizing just who it was. Johnny Storm. Should have figured. Mr Ego himself. Moving past Steve she put a hand on his arm and excused herself from the group for the moment.<br><br><strong>"Save me a slice, darlin. I'm gonna go check and see if John is okay. I didn't think to check his room. I'll be back inna jiff."</strong><br><br>With that she looked toward Gamoran with a smile then back to the others before slipping out and heading up to the dorm area. Carol padded down the hallway barefoot as she stopped before his door again. This time she took in a deep breath and held it as she rapped twice on the door, loudly. As her hand dropped back she lifted it a moment later to push her hair back from her face. <br><br><strong>"Johnny? You okay?"</strong><br><br>Her brows knitted together in a worrisome frown as she stood there fidgeting and rocking on her heels.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 00:30:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any, Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Her full lips purse together as she watches Carol move from the room. Letting out a long, drawn out sigh she moves towards the group who is seated on the sofa, her head already beginning to shake. Long ivory locks of hair splaying from side to side as she does so. She offers Gamoran a weary smile as she stands next to the green-skinned alien male.<br><br>"John is just fine, he is in his room, and he never left the scene of the 'attack'. I cannot say more as it is not my place. I simply... Wish Carol was not so focused on him. He is a dangerous man. His psyche profile points towards someone who only cares about themselves, and their next 'conquest' be it a fight, an argument of 'conquesting' a female."<br><br>She pauses her tirade for a moment, reaching up to rub at her exotic features with long, slender fingers for a moment. She turns her crystal blue eyes towards Steve.<br><br>"It is a reason I need you so badly to assume a leadership position, Steve. I cannot control him, he would never listen to anything I would say, any order or direction I would give, he would not listen and simply do whatever he wanted to 'win'. Regardless of who dies and who is hurt. And I am counting on you to keep him under control."<br><br>She turns slightly, glancing into the hallway behind her. "As for Carol, who she becomes involved with is her own business, not mine, or anyone else's. Each of us have the right to maintain our own personal lives however we wish."<br><br>She holds up her hands once again, pressing each of the lighter brown tips of her fingers to each of her temples for a long moment. "And I apologize for that outburst, it is unseemly and unprofessional of me. Perhaps I should return to my room or office."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 04:40:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Any Avengers who want to hang out<br><em>Pizza party! </em><hr><br>"No, just almost sat on you." Steve replied with a nod, watching as Carol asked for John. Who was John again? Should he know everyone's alter egos? He figured he would have to learn them all now that he was a field leader. Was this John guy hurt back on scene and no one helped him? Looking over to Ororo, she confirmed that John had never left the scene but he was now in his room. "Alright, who is John, how am I expected to know if everyone is safe if I am still unsure on who is who." He finally declared before looking over at the dark skinned woman. <br><br>If the answer was coming it was interrupted by the delivery of pizzas by the delivery guy and a short looking lumberjack. <br><br><br><hr> <br><div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room <hr><br>Logan had not bothered to come in until the practice was long over and everyone had retreated from the field. Apparently some big hubbub went down in the city but he didn't ask for details. Walking back to the main tower he found a pizza guy with massive load of boxes, bags full of 2 liter sodas and a bag of assorted bread sticks. "Let me help you with that bub." Logan offered, shuffling through the boxes until he found a meat lovers and carried the single box in with the delivery guy in tow. <br><br>They guy tried to ask if he was Steve but he answered with a shake of his head as he dug into the free dinner one slice at a time. "They are probably up here." He finally said when he heard the noise up ahead in the common room. Logan stepped in, chewing on a third slice. "Anyone looking for the pizza boy?" He asked, a guy seated on a couch lifted an arm and the delivery guy promptly placed the order next to the Amazon and slipped away as quickly as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 07:32:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br>The loud raps on his bedroom door stirred John from his rest. He frowned before his eyelids cracked open, and he slowly rolled onto his side, wiping at the cool sensation upon his cheek that could only have been drool. If he was drooling, he knew that he had been knocked out, but who was the son of a bitch waking him up?<br><br><strong>Johnny? You okay?</strong><br><br>That voice didn’t sound like anyone he should hate. <em>Carol</em>, his mind registered.<br><br>Sluggishly as though his shoulders were weights, John sat up and turned to set his feet on the floor [he still had his boots on]. He rose off the beast pelts piled upon his bed and strode over to the door. He opened it, and his eyes squinted against the gleam of the hallway lamps. His eyes were red with fatigue as he then turned silently to walk back over to his bed and plop down upon its edge.<br><br>John was silent as he sat there, trying to clear the dopamine from his system. He had opened the door nice and wide, a military protocol when a woman was in the room of a man. Well, now days, it might have been left open for either gender. When John felt that he was awake enough, his eyes slid over to her and he finally answered her, “I was resting. The day was long and sleep was short for me. What can I do for you?”<br><br>The interior design of his bedroom was probably something she may not have expected. The stone floors, ceiling, and walls; the bathing pool that cycled fresh water off in the upper western corner; the large fireplace blazing with a warm fire; the torture devices in the lower eastern corner; and the numerous weapons that were mounted on his walls. Above the weapons, closer to the ceiling, were the skulls of great beasts rarely found on this earth. His room was surreal and enormous. It would be since he had moved it down from Olympus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 19:25:40</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Dorms and into the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> John (Ares)<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> As she stood there looking down she hadn't actually expected him to open the door as he was. There was more of an expectation of an answer through the door than anything. She watched as he moved back to the bed and plopped down. His rumpled clothing was evident of him just passing out in bed without a care. He didn't seem to have blood soaked through it, even if it looked a little scuffed up. She looked him over carefully. Her blue eyes drinking in every inch of him. <br><br>Blinking once she furrowed her brow some and walked, or rather, stormed, her way into his room. At that moment, she didn't even register in her mind that his room was enormous and completely out of place. Her attention was fully on him now. A silent rage stormed inside her as she realized he was fine. He was more than fine. He was sleeping! He was 'resting' and had a 'long day'!?<br><br><strong>"A long day!? What the hell John!? You think YOU had a long day! I spent my afternoon gaining road rash from hell from being slung across a parking lot trying to prevent a bank robbery and save the ass of some fucking war god who didn't even have the balls to stay after and say thank you! And you think -you- had a long day. To think I was freaking worried about you! At first I thought you had ran off and left us.. then I got to thinking maybe you were in a hospital somewhere.. or worse just freaking hurt and didn't have enough sense to go to a hospital. I was worried you were hurt! I.... I can't believe you. Sleeping!? Effing Sleeping? Really?"</strong><br><br>She was close to screaming and her voice did raise quite a bit as she let out all that pent up steam. Her hands were moving all over to show her exasperation in the situation and she was pacing back and forth. Carol then stopped in the middle of walking out and turned slowly. Her eyes widened as she took in the room then. The fireplace....the furs...then him. <br><br><strong>"....Johnny.....what in the---...how in the..."</strong><br><br>Completely dumbfounded she stood there staring around the room then back to him again for some kind of explanation. This was beyond scientific explanation. This wasn't possible. She knew exactly how much space each dorm contained as they were all pretty much cookie cut of the same area. However, this room, John's room, was well beyond those specs and how he did it she couldn't explain. It had to be magic or something.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>05-11-2011, 20:31:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br><strong>A long day!?</strong><br><br>Carol’s hollering was not expected. He winced as it rang louder than it normally would if he hadn’t been tired, but he was quickly waking up. His hands went to his ears and he shot an irritable glare her way. What the hell was her problem? It was when she said:<br><br><strong>…and save the ass of some fucking war god who didn't even have the balls to stay after and say thank you!...</strong><br><br>Now those were fighting words there. John lowered his hands and stood from his bed to march right up to her. He stopped a foot away and crossed his arms over his chest as he patiently waited for her tirade to end. She was lucky to be someone he liked as he stared at her with a long frown.<br><br><strong>....Johnny.....what in the---...how in the...</strong><br><br>His eyes briefly rolled over his room before settling back on Carol’s face. A proud smirk stretched across his face as he remembered that she and Caroline had no idea that he had been Ares. He imagined the shock he was going to put her in when he would inform her. Who wouldn’t feel awe in the presence of an actual god? John uncrossed his arms and smiled softly at Carol.<br><br>“I know of what you’ve been through tonight. I was there. I chose not to remain in the city because I was angry, and when a <em>god</em> is angry, one will witness a wrath like no other. You stand in the bed chamber of Ares, God of War. This is my room brought down here from Olympus…”<br><br>John reached for her hand to take it gently, and if she allowed him to do so, he’d raise it to his face to give the back of her fingers a gentle kiss as he declared, “I owe you and Caroline my life. You both have my promise that if either of you or both of you are in danger that I will sacrifice everything to come to your aid.”<br><br>He released her hand and turned his back to her as he sifted through his past musings. He wasn’t pleased with the things he was about to say, but it had to be done for he was not a mortal.<br><br>“I fear nothing, but I suppose I did fear revealing the truth about myself to you. I am not the God of Love, Joy, or anything pleasant. I am the God of War, Murder, and Bloodshed. I am the destruction that war brings and the pain it leaves behind. When I am Ares, I cannot bring myself to care about others while immersed in battle. I seek only victory and the deaths of my enemies. As John Aaron, I can feel and experience things a mortal can, a being of freewill whose existence relies on the choices one makes. As Ares, I do not have such liberties. That…<em>woman</em>…” He said softly with an inflection of annoyance. “…is right in that it may be best that you distance yourself from me. I only know harm, but a god always keeps his promises. I would risk even victory to keep it…”<br><br>John fell silent for a moment as he tried to think of more to say.<br><br>“Thank you for checking on my well-being, even if I was in good health upon discovery, but after tonight, you shouldn’t anymore. Heed your friend. She is a smart woman.”<br><br>It felt awkward when Carol came to check on him for no one ever had before. The other gods hated him for being what and who he was. To think a human was showing him more love than the Goddess of Love herself. More like, the Goddess of Selective Love…the words of his brother Hercules still haunted him: <em>There is no love in war.</em> He believed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 01:55:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any, Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Her crystal blue eyes hover on Steve for a long moment. She had kept her position next to the door for some time. Long legs hidden by the sway of a dark purple skirt, the gentle rolling of her hips in an exaggeration motion as she walked caused that skirt to flow and billow out slightly causing her to take on the illusion of 'floating' across the room. She comes to a stop within a few feet of the collected individuals. Her eyes clear and blue, but tired and heavy as if she were straining with a great weight being deposited directly onto her slender shoulders focus on Steve, as he had asked the question.<br><br>"John is a being known as "Ares" and is alike his mythical counterpart in every way. He is the avatar, the very essence of war, murder, unselective death and destruction. At least that is what I have been told." She purses her lips for a moment. "When he is "Ares" he cares nothing for life, for innocents he only cares to win. He would rather see all of us die, an entire city be wiped out rather than loose a single fight."<br><br>She sighs deeply allowing her perfect posture to droop downward for a moment as if leaning forward in reaction to the great invisible weight settled onto her shoulders. "How do I prove to SHIELD, to the world that we are here to help, here to protect when one of our member would not think twice about destroying an entire city, and killing every person in that city to win one battle. To score one victory over one opponent." Her exotic features which had been held in a neutral expression display a deep sadness. The filtered sunlight through the windows becoming more and more obscured by a thick, grey cloud bank punctuated her feeling of intense sadness and even a sense of defeat. "I cannot do it. He is uncontrollable when he as 'Ares'. And the dream, the idea to form a group who's first priority is to protect the innocent, help those who cannot help themselves... The idea that we need not be feared for our powers, that we can control ourselves, and use our abilities to help others..." She trails off shaking her head.<br><br>"It was a good dream, I like to think." she allows her head to come up, reaching up she allows a thumb to wipe away some of the moisture that had collected on her cheek, her eyes blinking frantically for a moment as the crystal blue had been replaced by a lightly glowing solid white. "I just wish that I could have seen it through."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 03:00:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br>Tagged: Any in the location<br><br><br>Caroline remained silent when the pizza arrived.&nbsp; Though the smell was intoxicating she did not reach for a bite.&nbsp; Her upbringing did not condone simply taking what was convenient but waiting for permission of the owner, waiting her turn to take a bite.&nbsp; Instead she took a swig of her water, swishing the wetness around in her mouth before taking the swallow.&nbsp; The demeanor of the dark skinned woman had changed on mention of John.&nbsp; An odd stirring from one that seemed so controlled this entire day.&nbsp; Even when confronted with the destruction there had been no sign of condemnation or disapproval.&nbsp; Storm had welcomed them home as any big sister might to her wayward siblings.&nbsp; Even the compliment given by the new arrival went unanswered as she absorbed the words of their intrepid student leader.<br><br>Only when silence had touched the air did her voice emerge with its soft touch.&nbsp; A quiet sound so unusual from a woman of her size, stature and power.&nbsp; She lifted her eyes to look at those gathered as was only polite but also held her head low from a touch of shame in her past.<br><br>“When I was home at the farm there was a machine my father used to help harvest the fields.&nbsp; Big machine with many blades and parts.&nbsp; He took out a massive loan for the machine, put everything on the line with the hope that this beast of farming equipment would let us bring in more crops.&nbsp; For a time this did happen and we were all looking forward to the next harvest.&nbsp; Except one day my sister got stuck out in those same fields, stumbled on a rock or some such thing.&nbsp; Pa never saw her down there and the machine kept right on coming.”<br><br>Another swig of water was taken though the swallow was far slower this time, more deliberate.&nbsp; “My hand broke the blades.&nbsp; Sent one flying straight into the upper deck where my Pa was operating the machine and nearly killed him.&nbsp; My sister was safe, but the machine was destroyed, my father nearly dead and both looking to me with disgust.&nbsp; Same sort of thing happened today when I nearly brought a helicopter down atop a young boy.&nbsp; If not for Steve there, he’d have died and I would be wearing that around my neck.”<br><br>“Thing is no matter how much we’re here to help, we’re going to hurt others.&nbsp; This is not a bunch of girl scouts and boy scouts picking up trash on the side of the highway.&nbsp; Look at the amount of damage we did to the city, look at the lives we endangered.&nbsp; For what?&nbsp; Some money that was federally insured?&nbsp; I know that John embodies those things, but at least he wears that openly.&nbsp; Part of me wonders if any of us could truly be so innocent.”<br><br>There was an absent shrug.&nbsp; “Just, my two cents and all.&nbsp; Mind if I have a slice of pizza Steve?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 03:17:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> All in the area<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>"I suppose, Caroline that is the difference. It seems odd, doesn't it? The idea... the -ideal- that we are there to help others. That we -try- to do the right thing, that we -try- to help, and protect others."<br><br>She pauses for a moment, her blue eyes locked onto Caroline. "The fact that your first thought was to save your sister... That is the point. The idea that you wanted to save others, that you tried to save others. You did not put others in danger just to 'win'. You did not cast aside all thought of helping anyone just for a 'victory'. You tried to help, you -tried- to do the -right- thing."<br><br>She pauses once again, her shoulders shrugging softly. "In this case, I believe, that the intent is important. None of our hands are clean of guilt of hurting others, or causing damage. But... the point is that we would -try- to save those boyscouts, those girlscouts, those innocents in danger, we would -try- to save them. Not... care nothing for them and simply fight to win, fight&nbsp; for a victory. Not to help anyone, just to win. A wise man once said 'A victory that sacrifices everyone, is no victory at all'."<br><br>Her lips purse once again. "I do not expect everyone to share my idealistic views, but can each of you say that you would sacrifice a building full of children just to 'win' a battle against someone who called you a rude name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 06:26:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Fading into the Background</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo, Caroline, Carol, Johnny and Steve<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran noted the entrance of the blonde haired newcomer and wondered who he was... he saw the Avengers symbol on his uniform's chest and so he could only assume that he was a teammate that he hadn't met yet.&nbsp; In truth Caroline... Colossus was the only one he had really had the chance to work with.&nbsp; They had worked well enough together in the encounter with the monstrous Abomination but not since then.&nbsp; He wondered what exactly the young blonde man was talking about and noted the reactions he got from the others.&nbsp; <br><br>As Carol exited the area and Ororo, Caroline and Steve continued their conversation, he listened intently but did not say anything just yet.&nbsp; Ororo was so passionate about her beliefs... he frowned a touch as the topic turned to morals.&nbsp; He wondered if any of them, especially Ororo would look at him the same way if they knew that he was so accomplished an assassin... how many lives he had taken.&nbsp; He fidgeted a bit and sighed inwardly.&nbsp; Could he keep such a thing a secret from them?&nbsp; From her?&nbsp; Perhaps he should tell her... but now was not the time.&nbsp; For now he listened.&nbsp; He did offer a small wave to Johnny.<br><br><strong>"Greetings."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong>******</strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Torch Gets Burned</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo, Gamoran, Caroline, Carol and Steve<br><br><br><hr><br>His grin faded ever so slightly as Ororo and Caroline all but ignored his entrance and Carol burned him like a matchstick on a hot summer day.&nbsp; He quickly recovered, though, chuckling a bit at her words and entering the common area fully.<br><strong><br>"That wasn't a pick up line, cute stuff.&nbsp; That was just a compliment.&nbsp; One you should take and run with"...</strong><br><br>He watched as she moved quickly out of the area and down one of the halls.&nbsp; He raised a brow.<br><br><strong>..."er yeah, just like that."</strong><br><br>He shrugged a bit.<br><br><strong>"Ah well.&nbsp; If my pride was hurt that easily I wouldn't be much of a socializer.&nbsp; My name is Johnny Storm, otherwise known as the Human Torch.&nbsp; It's great to meet you all."</strong><br><br>He offered a smile to each of them, sliding to have a seat on one of the couches.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"I hope you don't mind but I couldn't help but hear the tail end of your conversation... if I may offer my own point of view on the matter, it's like a friend of mine once said.&nbsp; With great power comes great responsibility.&nbsp; If we weren't here to handle some of the super powered threats, no one could.&nbsp; I saw the news report about your escapades in the city just now.&nbsp; You can look at it in terms of how much property damage you caused to stop those jerks from stealing some money, or you can look at it like this... those villains are now in SHIELD custody.&nbsp; That means that you not only stopped them from robbing that bank, but also from whatever future crimes they would have committed had they been allowed to get away.&nbsp; Who knows how many people you just saved from being hurt or even killed by those guys... and you did it all in a positive way with no one being hurt.&nbsp; Sure the Bugle and some of the biased networks may try and put a negative spin on it, but I look at what happened as a positive."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 06:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room <hr><strong><br>"This Ares guy don't sound half bad." </strong>Logan absently commented as he pulled a chair up to another one to kick his feet up after grabbing one of the two liters of soda to complete his meal. With his boots on a seat he was able to rest the pizza he had claimed in his lap before he resumed eating and drinking. <br><br>When the talk turned to politics and morals Logan scoffed then guffawed but did not have anything worth adding. Instead he looked over to Steve. <strong>"Hey bub, pass the remote." </strong><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Any Avengers who want to hang out<br><em>Pizza party! </em><hr><br><strong>"Yea yea, help yourself, I ordered plenty for everyone."</strong> He offered to Caroline, hoping he had. How many students were actually staying at the tower? Steve got to his feet and handed over the remote to Logan in person as he walked to stand by Ororo. Something about the ways she spoke made him feel a sense of Deja Vu. With a supportive hand on her shoulder he looked at her. <strong>"Listen..."</strong> He began, pulling her out of ear shot. <br><strong><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>"We can talk about this later, airing out uncertainties right now can not be for the best." </span></strong>Steve whispered before giving her shoulder a squeeze. <strong>"Don't worry about Jon/Ares, I will keep an eye on him. You think this is my first time dealing with a hot head before?"</strong> He jested, somehow unable to resist the urge to glance in Logan's direction. Where did he know the guy from? He was sure his face looked familiar but how?<strong> "Now Ororo, please...stay here, have some pizza and take a night off with your boyfriend over there." </strong><br><br>Logan had flipped the channel to the evening news and speak of the Devil, the news station owned by the Beagle was already talking about the day's events in over exaggerated detail. Steve moved towards Johnny and held out his arm for a shake. <strong>"Steve Rodgers....Captain America, nice to meet you"</strong> He introduced himself, feeling a bit out of place identifying who he was to the Avengers around him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 19:02:54</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Male Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> John (Ares)<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> “I know of what you’ve been through tonight. I was there. I chose not to remain in the city because I was angry, and when a <em>god</em> is angry, one will witness a wrath like no other. You stand in the bed chamber of Ares, God of War. This is my room brought down here from Olympus…”<br><br>Carol stood there as he admitted that he was in fact Ares. She couldn't say anything at that point. Her eyes wide and staring at the disheveled man before her. When he took her hand she didn't jerk it back and only blinked a few times. This was why she felt so different around him. He was a god. She wouldn't have known it before but something was exciting about John Aaron and now she knew why. It wasn't because he was a god. It was because he wanted to be more than just a god.<br><br>His thanks to both her and Caroline was noted and she'd remind herself to tell their mutual companion about it. Her attention fully on him as he went on telling her about just what it entailed to be what he was. She was a little scared of what he was capable of but she had no real reason to be just so. He had not given her cause to be afraid. True he was a little demanding at the cafe, and now it made sense what he was saying, but he had not truly hurt anyone. <br><br>"That…<em>woman</em>…is right in that it may be best that you distance yourself from me. I only know harm, but a god always keeps his promises. I would risk even victory to keep it…”<br><br>Carol had no idea who he was talking about. What woman he was speaking of, but no one told her who she could and couldn't be around. She was Carol Danvers, Miss-freaking-Marvel, for crying out loud. It made her upset just to think that anyone would try to tell her to stay away from someone else. It wasn't in Carol to do that, especially when she knew that Ares... no John... had some restraint in what he would or could do. Her hands fidgeted some as she grew agitated and then she took in a slow deep breath. Taking a step toward him she reached out and put a hand on his arm lightly. As she nibbled at her lip a little, her eyes searched him and then she spoke in a softer tone.<br><br><strong>"John... I'm not afraid of you or what you are.. or what you can become. I know you wouldn't hurt me or Caroline. I believe in you to be what you need to be. I believe you can be the Avenger that SHIELD thinks you are. You are not war. You are a man, albeit a misunderstood man by many, and a god when you get the urge, but you are still a man. Don't let what negativity others say influence who you want to be or who you are.&nbsp; I certainly won't allow it while you are here with us. You may be a God, John, but you still have feelings too."</strong><br><br>She didn't know what else to say. The blonde avenger made a point to call him John and not Ares in hopes he would understand just what she was saying. He may or may not be someone she'd get involved with romantically but he was still a friend at the moment. Friends needed understanding and support. And if something more came of it, she'd take it as it came. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she thought more on that and she looked away from him finally. She took in a slow deep breath and started to turn and let him get back to resting. Carol couldn't blame him for it. It had been a long day.<br><br><strong>"There's pizza in the common room if you want to join us..."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>06-11-2011, 19:43:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br>John felt Carol’s hand rest upon his arm, its warmth seeping through his shirt sleeve.<br><br><strong>John... I'm not afraid of you or what you are.. or what you can become. I know you wouldn't hurt me or Caroline. I believe in you to be what you need to be. I believe you can be the Avenger that SHIELD thinks you are. You are not war. You are a man, albeit a misunderstood man by many, and a god when you get the urge, but you are still a man. Don't let what negativity others say influence who you want to be or who you are. I certainly won't allow it while you are here with us. You may be a God, John, but you still have feelings too.</strong><br><br>Angrily, John jerked his arm from her touch just as she was turning away. She didn’t understand. He knew she wouldn’t. Despite her unearthly powers, she was a human, and a woman.<br><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/906067-ares___bad_claims_super-1-1.jpg)</div>“You are wrong…” John said ominously. Hearing her denounce what he was as though it was so easy to dismiss got his blood-boiling. If only it had been that easy, a nice trip to divine rehab, and then he was all good. He faced her, anger etched in stone upon his face.<br><br>“I AM war. What would keep me from hurting you or Caroline is the promise that I have made with you here and now. I LOVE War. I LOVE chasing down my enemies, devising stratagems for ripping the spines from their backs, swinging my ax relentlessly, cleaving through platoons, companies, and regiments who dare to challenge me. I AM Ares!” John declared as his voice grew in volume.<br><br>John transformed before her eyes, his clothes splitting at the threads to reveal the armor that emerged beneath as his muscle mass increased. Ares reached to the ax at his left and ripped it from his bed post as the wood creaked and splinters clattered to the floor. He extended his arm, pointing the ax at her.<br><br>“Gaze at me Carol. Negative as their accusations may seem, it is the truth and you should heed their every word. Once the promise is fulfilled, and the deed repaid, if you or Caroline were in danger, I will not even gaze over my shoulder. I will charge on into victory until the last man falls. That is who I am. John Aaron is just a disguise. John Aaron does not exist.”<br><br>It made him angry to have to turn the belle away from him, but it was true. Everything said about him was true for his love for war was passionate and great, and he would only harm her and the others when he chose to bathe in conflict’s bloody embrace.<br><br>“Revel in your festivities. Enjoy the kinship with your own kind. I dine alone. Now, <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">GET OUT!</span></span>”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 05:43:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Ares Bedroom<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> John (Ares)<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">As John transformed before her eyes into Ares, Carol took a step back from him. Her blue eyes widened with a slight bit of fear, his godlike aura permeating the air around her and nearly sucking it from her lungs. The axe pointing at her with his claim on what he would or could do should their debts be paid, made her stare at the sharp edge before she looked back at his face, into his eyes. The tears welled up in hers and she realized she wasn't strong enough then to save him from himself. If she were at a different point in time she may have pushed back, but here, and now, she just stepped away from him. The beautiful blonde thought she could show him the light of humanity in himself but now, standing there in his domain, his bedchambers as he called them, she knew she had to let go. For now, she had to let it go. <br><br><strong>"Fine. You want nothing to do with me. That's fine. -ARES-.&nbsp; Consider it done. I... I thought you were different. I guess I was wrong."</strong><br><br>The kinship of her own kind. She let the words ring in her mind as she started out. She tripped over her own feet and stumbled before clamoring back up and leaving his room. Carol didn't scramble or rush, she just continued as if nothing happened. One final glance back at him showed her heartache and she turned then to walk swiftly down the hallway. Her words became choked and almost whispered at the end. Slender fingers pushed back her locks from her face, and a faint scent of strawberry aroma was left in her wake as she hurried toward her room. Her face was flushed hot with embarrassment. She was embarrassed for thinking he could care. Embarrassed for tripping in front of him, but mostly embarrassed that she showed him weakness in tears. <br><br>Opening her door she moved in and slammed it shut with an audible groaning sound of frustration then sunk down against it. Now safe within the confines of her room she buried her face in her knees as they slid upward to her chest. <em>Damn him.</em> She sniffled and cried quietly as her long silken hair fell over her lap and down her bare legs. <em>Damn that stupid charm he had. Damn that stupid attraction. Mostly damn the crush she had.</em> Carol stayed there unmoving for the time being and just wished she wasn't so trusting in men. He wasn't a bad person. He was... Ares. She was Ms Marvel but that still wasn't enough for him.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 06:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br><br>As soon as Carol took her leave, Ares was right behind her. When she glanced back at him with pain and sadness shining in her eyes, his previous expression had not changed as he slammed his bedroom door, the bang resonating down the hall. Glaring heatedly at the door’s wooden face, he bore his teeth and hissed in his fury before swinging his ax across it. The weapon bit deeply into the door and wall, reinforcing the lock mechanism that on his side of the door was a thick plank that he’d slide into place. Releasing the plank’s handle, his hands lowered to his sides and he stood there in silence, slowly morphing back to John Aaron.<br><br>The black threads of his shirt mended back over his armor, and the collar about his neck thinned into a golden chain. The hardened scowl that was on Ares’s face had softened when he resumed the form of John and recalled the fear that glinted in Carol’s eyes upon sensing Ares’s malice. He rested his left hand upon the door and bowed his head. The strawberry aroma she had left behind was a treat to his nostrils. That smell would be imprinted on his mind. It was all that was left of her, and it was quickly fading away.<br><br>There was an ache of guilt in his heart, something he would have never felt as Ares, and it was something he had never felt before; but to this mortal shell, the emotion was well-acquainted with him. John Aaron had brought several new experiences to the god, experiences he could only understand in this form before the comprehension was carried over, and as much as he wanted to somehow apologize since it wasn’t in a proud being’s nature to do so outright, he knew it was better this way. This was how his life has always been.<br><br>Pushing off the door, John turned from it and decided to properly get dressed for bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it unceremoniously on the floor and unfastened his belt. He made his way over to the edge of his bed and sat, untying the strings of his boots. When he had stripped down to his boxer-briefs, he tossed back a few pelts of fur and slid his legs beneath them. Glancing to the fire, he raised his hand to his face and blew into his palm before wafting the captured breath in the direction of the hearth. The hearth flickered and then extinguished as a heavy darkness fell over his bed chamber.<br><br>John eased onto his back and stared up at what would be the ceiling if he could see it. Carol’s anguished face haunted him, and he closed his eyes as his conscience assured him, <em>You’re doing the right thing. You shall forget by dawn.</em> John inhaled and exhaled through his nostrils on a deep breath as he turned onto his side and nestled his cheek into the bundle of fur that had been tied with leather cords to be pillows. Silence fell over his room until all he could hear was his own breaths…and the groans of his empty stomach.<br><br><em>By the gods…</em> John thought. It had sounded like a deranged hydra. No interruptions this time, he was going to get breakfast for sure in the morn even if he had to fight for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 07:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>She had stepped away from the group, fingers gripping the fabric of her bright purple skirt as the others spoke. She had glanced at the boxes of food, of food she would normally enjoy for a long moment. The sound of a resounding door slamming causing her head to whip in the direction of the sound. Long locks of bright white hair splaying around her slightly as she glances down the hallway. It was not difficult to see the door slamming was that of the young blond woman she had met before.<br><br>"Don't get involved... it is none of your business..." She all but chants to herself in her native tongue. "Dammit..." She finally mumbles. She turns in a single, exacting moment moving towards the hallway. She glances towards the green-skinned man for a long moment, her features those of conflict and perhaps even anguish as she moves past.<br><br>Sandal covered feet make little noise on the metallic floor as she moves. She stands in front of the recently slammed door for a long moment, looking at the pristine surface. She knew, logically that getting involved in anything involving "Ares" even when dealing with the young woman she had perhaps thought a friendship had kindled who was obviously infatuated with him to no end was a mistake, was a grave mistake and no good could come of it. And she told herself that again and again and again even as her dark brown arm extends, fingers balled into a fists as she knocks loudly on the metallic door.<br><br>"Carol?" She announces in a deep yet soft voice. "It is Ororo, is everything alright?" She asks through the door itself. Her mind still screaming warnings to her not to get involved, to leave it alone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 15:42:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Carol's Bedroom<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol sat there against the door for a few minutes more than upset. Her crying stopped as she grew more angry than anything else. <em>How dare he tell her to stay with her own kind. He was no better than anyone else.</em> Her brow furrowed and she wiped furiously at her eyes before she heard the knock behind her. As the beating of her heart skipped and her eyes took on a hopeful gleam, she thought maybe just maybe he had come to apologize. But then she heard the familiar voice of Ororo. She wasn't let down by who it was, but more of who it wasn't. <br><br>"Carol.... is everything alright?"<br><br>Slipping up to her feet she shook her head before pushing her fingers back through her long damp locks. <em>No. Its not alright, but I can't explain why.</em> She wanted badly to say that, but knew that she couldn't. Carol realized that she didn't really know John -- Ares, whichever he was, and so her infatuation with him was silly. It was silly to react and to even think she was heartbroken. The blonde female just knew that her friend would probably laugh about it as well. Besides, Ororo seemed happy and had obviously made a love connection of her own. Carol didn't want to be a downer. <br><br>Taking in a slow deep breath she replied back to her. Her voice didn't even waiver as she pinched her cheeks some and&nbsp; made sure she was all bright eyed. The door opened up slowly and she gave Storm a smile. It wasn't a fake smile, but a genuinely friendly one. She wanted her to know she was okay. She would be okay.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. I'm good. Just ran into something that actually stung a little. I'm fine now though. Did Steve save me some pizza? I was just about to head back down there."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 16:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Clear blue eyes peek back through the partially opened door. Her exotic, dark-brown features held in an expression that while mostly neutral showed a small amount of genuine concern. Her full, dark lips held together tightly, the nostrils of her slightly upturned nose flare for just a moment. Her eyes, at times seem to be able to take on this almost otherworldly gaze to them as if she looks -through- whoever she is speaking to.<br><br>"I heard your door slam, and I thought I heard sobbing when I arrived." She responds, her deep voice still kept low and quiet. "Are you certain there is not something you wish to talk about?" She asks, as if she had her suspicions about what happened to perhaps upset the blond woman, but was holding back to respect the woman's privacy as well.<br><br>"There is pizza left, I can retrieve some if you are hungry, and wish to sit down and talk." She offers, again trying to prompt the seemingly still ever so slightly shaken woman to speak.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 17:41:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Carol's Bedroom<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol opened the door fully to allow the storm goddess to enter if she so wished. She knew had to come clean with her, especially if she was going to be friends. Friends talked with friends about this stuff. She took in a slow deep breath and started to walk over to her bed. A full sized bed with deep violet cotton coverings, littered with various colored pillows. Carol's room was done in jewel tones from deep reds, emerald greens, to the deep purples of her bed. A plush rug was laid over the hardwood floor to give a soft cushioning to her room. A desk was in one corner and a bay window sat at the far side where sheer white curtains hung to allow plenty of sunshine to stream in, in the mornings. <br><br>"I heard your door slam, and I thought I heard sobbing when I arrived. Are you certain there is not something you wish to talk about?" <br><br>As Ororo spoke Carol sank down on the bed and sighed again before looking up at her friend. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and she nodded some.<br><br><strong>"I care too much, Ororo. I can't hate him as much as I want to right now. I ... I just want to run back in there and kiss him. But I'm scared. I... I...He... God he frustrates me! He's better than this... he's... he has...guh. Its stupid. I'm stupid for thinking he'd like me back like that. "</strong><br><br>She looked at her hands with a heavy exhale of air and fidgeted with the leg of a stuffed pug puppy she had laying on her bed. She scooped it up and held it against her before looking back to the white haired woman hoping she'd come in and sit with her. The pizza was completely forgotten then and she just wanted to vent. To talk it out. <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 18:07:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>Stepping into the room she turns and gently closes the door behind her. Arms fold in front of her torso as she walks towards the bed. Her steps careful and calculated each one carrying her a specific distance closer to the blond woman. A single turn crisp and clean causes her to turn her back just for the briefest of moments. Arms come down and smooth out the bottom of her violet skirt as she settles onto the bed next to her newfound friend. A bared, dark brown-skinned arm extends and rests on the upset woman's shoulder.<br><br>"You know, when I first moved to this country with my mother and sister I was simply facinated by Saturday morning cartoons. Popeye in particular. He had this saying... This saying that I have never forgotten: <em>'I yam what I yam, what I yam'</em>." The odd sounding words being even more convoluted by the heavily accented voice as she speaks.<br><br>"I... cannot pretend to like Jon. He, as Ares, represents everything that I opposed to. War, senseless violence, bloodshed, rage and anger... But even though I do not like what he is, what he stands for. I understand what he is what he wants to be. He is what he is." She pauses for a moment, pursing her lips. "There comes a point in all our lives where we have to decide what we are and what we want to be... We have to decide who we are, what we stand for. It's a personal choice each of us must undertake on our own."<br><br>She quiets again for a moment, her clear blue eyes focused on the blond woman. "I find myself caring about you a great deal, Carol. Heck at first I felt an -attraction- to you. I suppose that is why I was so upset when you left with Jon... I... felt that sooner or later he would hurt you, and i hate to see those I care about -hurt-. But in the end, Carol there are points in our lives when we have to make a decision... If your decision is to run back to Jon, and kiss him, to -make- him understand how you feel about him... Then you gotta do what you gotta do. No one else's opinion of you or him matters. All that matters is how -you- feel and how -he- feels."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 02:50:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Carol's Bedroom<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol sat there and looked up at Ororo as she put her arm around her. The blonde super heroine laid her head against the strong shoulders as she listened to what her friend had to say. A slight chuckle slipped out when she gave that impersonation of Popeye. The African accent only added to the cute factor and she felt better already. Sitting up she sat the stuffed animal back down on the bed and stood to pace around a little. She was fidgeting over what to do and how to handle the situation. It wasn't hard to see that Ororo didn't like Ares, especially after their run in down in the training room. The admission of attraction made her blush as she too had felt a bit of attraction there but wasn't ready to act on anything. Carol wasn't even sure what she was doing in her life let alone who or what type of person she wanted to be with. Now Ororo was with Gamoran, or at least it seemed just so. And she was sort of stuck on John. Not Ares, but John. She really didn't care if John wasn't real; he was real enough to her.<br><br>"If your decision is to run back to Jon, and kiss him, to -make- him understand how you feel about him... Then you gotta do what you gotta do."<br><br>Hearing the words was enough for now, enough to let her know, her friends didn't condemn her for what she wanted. She wanted to go back and make John understand, but it wasn't the right time. He had to be shown before he would believe in her or rather believe in how she felt about him. Carol had the patience to handle it, at least for a little while. She sighed some and looked back to the white haired female again and gave her a brief smile. She was still hurt by what he had said in his room but it helped to talk about it. Pushing back her long hair she let out a deeply held exhale, wanting to just move on to other things, she moved back and sat by Ororo. Taking her by the hand she smiled up into those crystal blue eyes with deeper blue ones of her own.<br><br><strong>"I can't talk to him just yet. But I will. It just might take me a few days at least. But... um.. what about you and Gamoran? You wanna walk back with me to common room and fill me in? I'm starving but I don't wanna eat alone. I think being surrounded by friends is a good thing for me right now. Besides, I'm sure they are all wondering just where you went off to."</strong><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 03:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room &amp; Carol's Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>She allows her slender, dark brown fingers to grip the paler hand which had come down atop of her own. Her crystal blue eyes cast downward. The almost luminescent quality of her unearthly eyes causes them to shine against the deep brown of her skin. She nods her head after a moment, a few wisps of ivory white hair flowing down around her ear and shoulder as she does so.<br><br>"Of course, you must be quite hungry." She states raising back to her feet in one smooth movement, the long violet skirt falling back down into place as she stood. "There is plenty of pizza, and I would be glad to return to the common room with you."<br><br>She takes a step towards the door, her hand still gently gripping that of the blond woman, pausing so that she can raise to her own feet. "Gamoran is a very sweet man. Quite tender too. He displayed an interest in me after I left the training rooms in the basement. A place I cannot stay long as I suffer from intense claustrophobia, even -being- underground for too long can make me feel like the walls are slowly getting closer and closer to me." She pauses for a moment before speaking again. "He is quite handsome, but we are taking it quite slow. Perhaps I am being overly cautious? But I feel that is best... for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 03:38:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br>Tagged: Any in the location<br><br><br>Caroline had said her part so far as she was concerned.&nbsp; Truth be told she didn’t enjoy the sudden shift of attention toward her and regretted her part in that occurrence.&nbsp; Eyes shifted down for a moment to see her bare feet.&nbsp; Toes curled inward and her lower lip became drawn into her mouth, teeth pressed down on the full lower tier before she shifted her gaze to the pizza.&nbsp; Almost as if recognizing the box for the first time she turned her body toward the box.&nbsp; This allowed her a reprieve from the uncomfortable attention and also a chance to settle her stomach.&nbsp; A greasy slice was taken up in her hand, shoveled toward her mouth with unlady like fashion.&nbsp; Her mother had never quite gotten around to teaching a polite way to eat pizza.<br><br>Only when the door was heard slamming did she look up from her meal.&nbsp; Storm quickly left to address the noise, so she remained behind.&nbsp; Odds were the other woman would call her if any help was needed.&nbsp; Not that Caroline did not care for the welfare of her friend, but she doubted the woman would want a herd of people in her room every time she slammed a door shut.&nbsp; Unfortunately this had the effect of leaving her alone with a room full of men that most women would kill to gain access to on this level.&nbsp; A nervous swallow was given and then thankfully Steve rose to start breaking the ice.&nbsp; Eyes closed with a sigh of relief, her large chest heaving before she took another bite of the pizza.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 05:10:50</strong>
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				(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> dorm room<br><br>Jack stood in the room and considered all that had happened. By the shadow of Wundagore he was an idiot! To loose control like that! He couldn't stop punishing himself for his utter lack of control. Sure the truth was to bound to be revealed sooner or later, Jack wondered if there would be some sort of sensitivity training from Ororo admonishing everyone not to hate the literal monster in their midst. Yeah, he could really see the fanatically optimistic lady going that route. Not that it would matter, you couldn't tell people how to feel. People just felt. And on a deep, deep level humans felt the Wolf. For women it was sometimes an attractant, for men a challenge, but almost always their was a sense of wrongness Jack was sure. He could see and smell changes in the body chemistry of those around him. The sheep, the monkeys, they could feel the predator lurking in their midst in some primal way. How could he have fucked up so damn royally? Day one and he had let the monster out. Any chances of "normalcy" amongst the freaks was ruined. Jack had wanted at least a few days of being treated like a man....<br><br>He shook it off, what the fuck even Jack grimly decided it was done. Good, fuck it! Let em all think what they want, say what they wanted! Fuck SHIELD for sticking him here in the first place! Jack stripped off his sweat dampened clothing and tossed it in a laundry bin next to the bathroom door. His clothes reeked of animal musk. He would hand rinse them first to keep the females on the campus from going into estrous when he used the laundry room, but for now he needed to rid his body of the selfsame odor. The shower was instantly hot &lt;Stark strikes again&gt; when he turned the nozzle and he cranked the handle as far as it would go to let the steaming water burn him, punish him, sear away the monster inside of him. Within seconds he was beet red, the pain a small comfort in the face of his stupidity. The white noise of the shower almost drowned out the knocking at a neighboring door. Jack's senses instinctively perked, just part of his wary nature, not a desire to eavesdrop. Someone was certainly upset, some lovers quarrel, Jack started to let his sense drop back into human range when a statement to startling to ignore brought Jack to full and unexpected attention. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...you stand in the bedchamber of Ares, God of War...</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>What the fuck? Jack blinked in stark surprise, hot water singing his widened eyes. Jack continued to listen, no longer caring about the secrets of other, privacy or moral ambiguity. A god? A real god? Like Avalon, or Hercules? Was Jack himself not a creature of myth and legend he would have (and indeed use to ) believe that all those who made such lofty claims were merely powerful mutants like Magneto, but ones who suffered from delusions of omnipotence. Too much power could lead to madness Jack was certain.<br><br><strong>"No fucking way..."</strong><br><br>The man and it was the voice of a normal man Jack was sure suddenly shifted, growing in power and volume and timbre in a way that those without enhances sense could never understand. The voice was not human! It had ranges and levels far beyond the vocal capacity of anything mortal Jack had encountered. Even worse it made the hackles on the back of his neck spring up despite the water pressure of the shower. Jack could feel the supernatural power in that voice, the Wolf inside him could feel it even more so and the beast in his soul was in an uproar. Jack turned off the water, fairly ripping a towel off the rack to dry as first one door slammed followed by a crashing blow and then someplace farther down the hall another door slamming shut. Jack lept out of the bathroom to quickly pull jeans on jeans san underwear and a school hoodie out of his room's closet. He wasted no time ripping the sleeves off before dashing from his room and loping down the hall.<br><br>The room in question was easy to find for someone with Jack's peculiar nature. He could FEEL it as easily a smell it. The magic was palpable, raising gooseflesh on his skin. He could smell and here a fire burning in a hearth beyond the door. There was something beyond this door, something far more monstrous than even himself.<br><br><strong>&lt;Ares, God of War&gt;</strong><br><br>The aura of magic, of raw power was hypnotic, compelling. Beyond this door was something....Alpha! Jack's hand was raising against its will, reaching up, for the handle, the knob? He wasn't sure which when the beast within howled with something he had never experienced from it...FEAR. Jack could feel his monstrous nature cringing, torn between wanting to face the Alpha and dreading all that it was. As the Wolf came to the fore Jack was overwhelmed by the smell of bronze and blood. The metal was every bit as unearthly as the voice had been but the blood, oh by C'thon the blood! It smell of nations, oceans of crimson, centuries of rich redness spilled onto thirsty soil, the hot essence of entire races long lost beneath the weapons of a god. Weakly Jack's hand dropped. He was shaken to his core by what his senses revealed. The Alpha slept, tucked away behind the facade of humanity. Jack padded down the hall on silent bare feet, moving away from the monstrous thing that shared a roof with them and for the first time in nearly a year sought comfort in the company of mortal men and women. He let instinct guide him to the pizza boxes and began to indulge, let the basic drives carry him. There was solace in that. Simplicity in animal need.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 15:48:20</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo, Caroline, Johnny, Jack, Logan and Steve<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran didn't have a lot to say about morals, himself... but what Johnny Storm was saying made a lot of sense to him.&nbsp; He nodded at the words but didn;t say anything.&nbsp; It was like killing someone who was out to kill you... sure you could let them go, but then they'd just try and kill you again.&nbsp; Better to take care of things so they couldn't do any further harm.&nbsp; He leaned back, and smiled at Ororo as she glanced his direction before hurriedly making her way down the hallway.&nbsp; He had heard the boisterous sound of Ares' voice, though he didn't recognize it.&nbsp; Heard the slamming of the door and then again further down the hall.&nbsp; Ororo must be checking on Carol.&nbsp; For a moment he wondered if he should be doing the same, but in the end he decided that he should stay put.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned toward Johnny and noted that Steve was offering his hand to the newcomer.&nbsp; He was about to say something when he saw another walk in... a guy with reddish hair and an odd air about him.&nbsp; Something was definitely off and it made him feel a bit on edge... he just couldn't place what it was.&nbsp; Nonetheless, he kept his eyes on him as he spoke.<br><strong><br>"Again, greetings.&nbsp; My name is Gamoran.&nbsp; It's good to meet you all."</strong><br><br>He glanced over to the other new guy, the one with the sideburns who his greeting was also intended for... he could tell that guy knew how to fight at least as well as Steve did... he was curious to see who was the better of the three; Gamoran, Steve or the one who had asked for the remote.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>******</strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Is it my breath?</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny had waited for a reply to what he thought was a profound statement... only to hear absolutely nothing in return.&nbsp; In fact, the student liason chick Ororo couldn't seem to get out of the room fast enough... and the tall girl hadn't said anything either.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; He had to admit he was more than a little offended at that point.&nbsp; He frowned a touch and shook his head.<br><strong><br>"Did I forget my deodorant today?"</strong><br><br>He made like he was sniffing his armpits.<br><br><strong>"Nope.&nbsp; All good there."</strong><br><br>He sighed a bit inwardly and turned as he heard someone greet him.&nbsp; He saw the smiling face of Steve and he tilted his head.&nbsp; Huh... he looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't place it right now.&nbsp; He took the offered hand with a firm grip and a bright smile.<br><br><strong>"Hey there.&nbsp; Johnny Storm.&nbsp; Good to meet you."</strong><br><br>It was then that Jack came in and Johnny gave a wave.<br><br><strong>"Jack!&nbsp; I hit the superhero mother load here it seems... this is Steve and Gamoran... erm, I haven't been introduced to anyone else yet.&nbsp; Everyone, this is Jack.&nbsp; Good guy."</strong><br><br>Johnny said nothing about what he had witnessed earlier.&nbsp; In truth, though it had disturbed him a bit, he had to admit it wasn't the strangest thing he had ever seen.&nbsp; The creatures the Mole Man commanded were far more bizarre in his humble opinion.&nbsp; Who was he to let someone's powers get in the way of how he felt about them?&nbsp; He looked toward the hallway.<br><br><strong>"Hmmm Ororo and another girl went down the hallway.&nbsp; Dunno if they'll be back anytime soon."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 07:11:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Caroline and Jack&nbsp; <br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room <hr> <br><strong><br>"You all smell if you ask me."</strong> Logan called out from his seat that was closest to Caroline compared to the others. <strong>"She is the nicest smell followed with the worst being big red over there."</strong> He added, pointing in the direction of both Caroline then Jack. Logan's nostrils twitched as he matched scents with faces and the few names he knew. They might take offense this day but in the future they might thank him. His attention turned back to the Television, his interest false as he kept wanting to look over at the guy he just called "big red". Something about him seemed different about him. To Gamoran's greeting he only nodded his head in acknowledgement before focusing back on the channel broadcasting the news and new video clips in full detail. <strong>"Look at that, we have us a celebrity."</strong> He grunted before looking back at Steve, his mind stalling as he felt a sudden pull of Deja Vu which only served to fully silence the brutally honest and sometimes crude Logan. <hr> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Any Avengers who want to hang out<br><em>Pizza party! </em><hr><br><strong>"Indeed, let's eat...I have not had Luigi's in a long time." </strong><br>Steve finally declared, moving over to the boxes to pile a few slices in a box along with some bread sticks, a 2 liter soda and a few cups before he placed them on the coffee table in front of the couch. Carol said she would be coming back so he had a few extras in her box for her, not that they would run out of food they had plenty to go around. When the news came on, Steve stared in awe at technology. His exploits would not be on a newspaper like it would have decades ago, his actions were already being watched around the world on youtube and other media outlets. <strong>"Is news always this...instant?"</strong> He mumbled, not really expecting a real answer out of anyone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 13:40:01</strong>
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				(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br><strong>Origin: </strong>Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><br>Jack was used to moving with stealth not as a matte of action taken but as something of habbit. The Wolf had changed so much about him, to the very core of his nature. Thought, body language, action, everything was tainted by the Wolf. So it came as a mild surprise when the slender green man turned to greet him. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Again, greetings.&nbsp; My name is Gamoran.&nbsp; It's good to meet you all."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack started slightly, letting the pizza in his hand drop away from his mouth before the first bite could be taken. What the fuck? He was certain no one had been looking directly at him when he'd entered the room. In fact Jack was pretty damn sure the green guy's back had been turned. Did Captain Celery here have super hearing or something? No way of telling but one thing Jack did notice was that the strange youth was perfectly at ease with himself given his very obvious physical differences to those around him. <br><br><strong>"Uh, yeah, Im uh Jack."</strong><br><br>Jack couldnt miss that the emerald man moved with a smooth floating grace. It went far beyond even the lithe movements of an animal, this guy glided like a ghost. Red flag! There was something unnatural about this guy, he carried himself like an alpha but his posture cried submissive. He followed someone or something.Ever wary the Wolf urged Jack to learn more and he breathed in the man's scent and his eyes immediately widened. Normal human have no idea how much information scent can impart. Jack learned several shocking things in that moment. First among them was the fact that Gamoran was not of this world. He carried a number of earthly smells upon him most shocking of which was the clinging scent of their SHIELD liason Storm Her smell clung to his very emerald skin. This was more than casual contact, this was intamacy. But beneath the familiar smells one would expect was a scent produced by an alien body chemistry.Jack could reference no identifiable personal scent markers on him, Gamoran's scent was unique in ways nothing native could be.&nbsp; Wherever this green man was from it wasnt terrestrial.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack was so put off by what he'd learned with the rush of one breath that he was left akwardly staring at the...well whatever Gamoran might be. He could be from outer space or another dimension altogether for all Jack knew and so when Johnny spoke to him Jack turned his attention to the outgoing young man with some gratitude. Last thing on Jack's mind was to treat someone else like a freak upon first meeting them. Monsters didnt deserve such a luxary as snobbish bias.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Jack!&nbsp; I hit the superhero mother load here it seems... this is Steve and Gamoran... erm, I haven't been introduced to anyone else yet.&nbsp; Everyone, this is Jack.&nbsp; Good guy."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack tensed a moment and Johnny's words...good guy...did he mean that shit or was he mocking him? But no, senses already heightened to his maximum Jack could tell that Johnny meant it. His heart beat was steady, no change in scent or perspiration output and Jack's eyes registered no difference in Johnny's dermal temperature. The guy was being legit! In spite of what he had witnessed in the gym. Johnny Storm might come of as some rich boy, super star ass hat but it turned out that he was a stand up guy and maybe....a friend? Jack hadnt been able to use that term in a long, long time. <br><br>Jack gave a short nod to the room, making eye contact with everyone,<strong> "Johnny's a bad judge of character."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You all smell if you ask me." Logan called out from his seat that was closest to Caroline compared to the others. "She is the nicest smell followed with the worst being big red over there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>What the fuck? Was this guy for real? Jack blinked his shock as the scruffy guy on the couch called him out. His lips pulled back in a tight snarl from his strong white teeth, and a low growl of warning rumbled in the back of his throat. Fucking SHIELD! This was the kinda shit he didnt want to deal with, the kinda shit he'd warned those dumb fuckers about! Placing him in a highschool was madness, even one with super monkeys in it, it was a fucking bloodbath waiting to happen. Were they TRYING to make him into a killer? Was that the game, prove that he was fucking too dangerous to ever be let out with a leash and a handler. Fucking bastards! Didnt matter if it was true or not but Jack was already on an emotional roller coaster since coming here and the last thing he needed was some asshole telling him he stank! Jack's nose wrinkled deeply as he scented the short hairy prick who had taunted him. He didnt know what he was about to do, although the rising hairs on the nape of his neck told Jack he was lying to himself, but he was gonna learn what he could before he got down and dirty.<br><br>Logan smelled like Jack, but different, cleaner. He smelled of the earth and woods but without the heavy musk of the Wolf. He didnt wear artificial scent or deodorants, his smell was natural and to Jack's nose appealing for it. Like himself the short man was putting out a cloud of pheromones. The quantity and volume was beyond human and strangest of all was the tang of metal on his breath. Like the runt had a mouth full of steel teeth or something. What exactly the fuck was this guy? Jack's anger ebbed slightly and the hair on his nape relaxed to lay flat once more and he allowed the angry grimace to slip from his face even though he continued to try to bore a hole in the man's skull with his gaze. This one was no submissive, he was an alpha. No mistaking it, and the Wolf was already demanding Jack establish pecking order.<br><br><strong>"Be sure to get a booster seat so you can see the tv better short stuff."</strong> Jack fired back at the stocky young man's turned head. He couldnt believe the little bastard had had the balls to insult him and then just fucking turn his back and ignore him. Jack prayed that the arrogant little shit took offense and wanted to fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 16:14:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Back to the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ororo and Everyone else<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol held Ororo's hand as she left her room before she slipped it away to wrap it around the regal female and tug her close while they walked side by side. She listened as she spoke of Gamoran and couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; The blonde heroine could tell that her friend was smitten with the alien. She couldn't blame her though. Gamoran was charming and seemed like a perfect gentleman, even if he didn't hold the same moral codes as they did. But that was probably due to his origins, and was definitely something he'd need to learn.<br><br><strong>"Taking it slow is good but also giving in to your inhibitions can be exhilarating as well. Just try not to over think things. Let them develop naturally. I found that holding back only causes you to miss out on things. Even if you end up getting hurt there is always a chance that those memories you made before that are well worth all the hurt. Who knows, maybe he is the one you will spend eternity with. If you don't give it a chance you'll never know. Trust in your heart Ororo. Don't rely too much on your head. Besides, I doubt he'd ever do anything to intentionally hurt you. He's far too gentle for that."</strong><br><br>She gave her friend a squeeze and a smile as they made their way back to the room. Carol noticed a couple others who decided to join in the food fest and gave them each a smile. Looking back toward Steve she noted him talking to Johnny and couldn't help but grin to herself. He truly was a leader and demonstrated it more than he realized. <br><br>The Fantastic Four member turned Avenger was definitely a charmer and had a smile that could probably melt the panties off most girls. Carol tried to remind herself that he gave that smile to every female and that she'd not be one to swoon before him. After all, Ares was enough trouble for her as far matters of the heart. She didn't need to add to that equation.<br><br>She headed over toward the pizza letting go of Ororo for the moment and glanced toward Gamoran then with a knowing smile. She nudged the woman toward him and gave her a wink of encouragement before she whispered softly to her.<br><br><strong>"Give in for a few moments and let yourself feel."</strong><br><br>She let her tone raise slightly to basically announce to her friend that she was going to occupy herself with food, giving her space and opportunity to go to Gamoran.<br><br><strong>"I'm gonna see if there's any pizza left or if all these hungry men ate it all."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:33:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room <hr><br><strong>"Why don't you go fetch it for me then bub?"</strong> Logan replied with no actual anger or actual change in his tone. He took no true offense to it, if the red head wanted a fight he would step up and then he would be able to stare up in his eyes and draw his claws. Besides the pizza was to damn good to interrupt his complete devouring of the pie in his lap. <strong>"Grab my slippers while your at it."</strong> He added with a dip of sarcasm in his voice before he chuckled at his own joke. Something about Jack's scent reminded him of "dog" and his nose was never wrong. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 23:05:10</strong>
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				(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br><br>Jack' eye's slitted, his irises bleeding away from blue to crimson as he glared at the runt on the couch. The little fuck was not rising to the challenge, worse he wasnt even angry! There was no change in his heartbeat, Jack smelled no rush of adrenaline that preceded the violence he so craved in the heat of the moment. Jack was held slightly in check by the fact that he was in a room full of people who had no idea what he was or was capable of. This he knew would be the wrong way to reveal himself. If he gave in to his need to establish dominance Jack would only be vindicating SHIELD, scaring the hell of of those he was supposed to intergrate with and tearing up their common room in the process. No this wasnt the time or place, but the little's man's insults would not be ignored.<br><br><strong>"Tell you what,"</strong> said leaning over the back of the couch to look the runt in the eye,<strong> "whenever you finish making a pig outta yourself, come find me, we can go down to the gym and I'll help you work off those calories."</strong><br><br>Jack spun away not waiting for a response and ironically snatched up a box with an entire deep dish pizza for himself, as he did so he brushed past an incredible beautiful blonde endowed with an ample chest. Were his mood not so foul he would have likely ogled her. She was a bombshelf that one with her crystal blue eyes and flaxen her, as it was Jack did well not to rudely bump into her on his way out.<br><br><strong>"Later Johnny,"</strong> Jack offered as he passed by his friend to exit the room. Jack stalked down the hallway, his mind roiling with anger. He knew a lot of that was the Wolf, but part of it was him too. Like the stereotypical red head Jack had always possessed a temper of his own and that willful anger came into play once more. Jack scented the hallway, searching, seeking the arrogant little man's scent.<br><br><strong>&lt;found it&gt;</strong><br><br>This was the door to the runt's room alright. Balancing the pizza in one hand Jack deftly pulled his manhood out of his sweats and released a short stream of urine at the base of the runt's door.<br><br><strong>"I'll show you who's top dog around here fucker."</strong><br><br>Jack tucked himself away and returned to his own room, both he and the Wolf satisfied. The Wolf sensed something predatory about the runt. There was something animal about him Jack could feel it, something that made the idea of fighting him feel right. Jack had not felt so strongly about anyone he'd met here save Ares (whom he'd not actually met yet). While the rest were sheep or monkeys to his wolfen mind Ares was overwhelming and this other, well this this other made Jack feel like fighting over territory. Jack cracked open his box and began to ravenously devour his pizza. As a werewolf he ran hot, his metabolism supercharged granting him peak human strength, reflexes and enhanced healing. His skin was always warm as he radiated body heat with an average temperature 120 degrees. His system was like a high performance engine and this made Jack hungry most of the time, and especially after becoming the Wolf. It was one of the reasons he hunted as the Wolf late at night. Both his body and the Wolf needed to hunt for the sheer caloric volume and to satisfy the Wolf's urges. Jack wondered if SHIELD knew and understood that. Would he be allowed to leave campus, to run free in the woodlands north of the city to track and kill game? For the sake of his fellow student's Jack hoped so or there was likely to be more trouble. Jack and the Wolf were becoming one personality, he'd been feel happening night by night since his first transformation. Both his body and mind were adapting to his curse and Jack was not certain who or what he would be when the intergrattion was complete. Maybe he could talk to Miss Monroe, she seemed more accommidating than SHIELD at least. Perhaps he could convince her of his need to run free and hunt a few times a month and how doing so could be an enormous benefit to his being here. Jack determined he would go back and speak with Ororo once he was done with his pizza. One thing was certain, whoever ordered it had great taste, this pizza was fucking awesome!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 23:53:20</strong>
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				Name: Spider-Woman/Jessica Drew:<br>Origion: Alterd Human.<br>Location: The lobby.<br>(http://images.wikia.com/marveldatabase/images/7/7e/Ultimate_Comics_Ultimates_Vol_1_5_Textless.jpg)<br><br>Jessica Drew AKA the Amazing Spider-Woman&nbsp; webbed her way across the stunning new York city skyline. Her webs shooting out of her fingertips with such ease. She was tracking down a lead she had on Hydra.&nbsp; Brining the down was her obsession and she got word that they were setting up base here in New York City. Everything she was because of that dam terrorist group.<br>It was rainy tonight, a real Storm taking hold here in the heart of Manhattan. Jessica didn`t care, she merely swung her body through the air towards the city harbours. The cold wetness seeped into her red and white latex costume, she shuddderd at the sensation but was not put off by it. Those bastards had to pay for what they turned her into. For all the countless lives they had taken. <br><br>Sure enough she found a group of five agents loading up a van full of what looked like bio weapons. Hydra had no respect for life, any life that wasn`t there own. Jessica had perched herself up on the flagpole of the opposite building. The Docks were very dimly lit with only a couple of security guards around the whole perimeter. It wasn`t exactly forward thinking of the Mayor of the city but Jess wouldn`t be surprised if he wasn`t on Hydra`s bankroll. Their corrupted hand outstretched in all countries the world over. Taking these goons down tonight wouldn`t be much but it was a start. <br><br>Jessica knew her war with them would no doubt last the rest of her life. Still it was a worthy cause and she had much to atone for. Without another thought she summer salted through the air and as she did a bolt of lightening flashed across the sky. She flung down towards the five leathered clad villains and started taking them out. The element of surprise was o her side but only for a few seconds. She webbed the first two, directly over their Hydra goggles which blinded them. Their hands shot upwards and their machine guns went off. “Hyiiii yahhhh!” She screamed underneath her mask as she kicked then upper cut the one who was loading up the van. He didn`t see her coming, his limbs flaying about as Jessica repeatedly hit him, getting all of his pressure points to cause maximum damage. She then jumped through the air, missing the array of bullets been fired from the last two. She clung to a nearby wall and used her webbing to latch onto a stray crate and using all of her strength she pulled it up and hurled it towards them. They two Soldiers were squished from the impact. Two more lives she`d taken. But Jessica refused to feel any guilt, Hydra was pure Evil. <br>Jumping back off the wall she summer salted backwards and webbed onto the scaffolding above her. This warehouse was seemingly abandoned. Still they had somehow managed to get a boat here and have these dangerous weapons dropped off. She swung across the warehouse to the other side the bullets from the agents just missing her. Her red costume was hardly perfect camaflarge but it had been designed to make her look like an American Super-hero. <br><br>Jessica swung down on one strong piece of webbing and kicked&nbsp; the remanding Hydra gool in the stomach. He fell backwards with such an almighty force. The anger Jessica felt for these thugs was un-partimented. Since arrive in New York she`d taken down several villains. But Hydra was at the core of her being. They turned her into a freak , a killer and a orphan. She landed on top of the Hydra gool and repeatedly hit him over and over, punch after punch. She called herself Spider-Woman in reference to New York’s young hero Spider-Man. Truth was he was a real hero and she was just impersonating him.<br><br>Jessica’s thoughts were broken when a shot was fired inches away from her skull. The Final Hydra agent had removed her webbing from his eyes and was firing at her aggressively. Jessica swivelled around and webbed his gun and yanked it off him. She then jumped up into the air toward him at super-speed and rammed into him feet first causing him to fall back. He was violently impaled on a piece of shrapnel. Jessica stayd frozen in her position on the ground, poised ready to jump again should more agents appear. Her eyes couldn’t look away from the impaled agent, his facial feature frozen with such pain across his features. A violent death for a violent man. Jessica’s breathing increased. What was wrong with her? Spider-Man would never do this. He would never take a life. She quickly rushed over to the warehouse doors and closed them. She then webbed her way up to the skylight and out of the building. She ran, jumping across the rooftops.&nbsp; Ran and webb slinged until she was across town. It wasn`t until she was in the Bronxe she finally stopped. She stayed in a narrow alleyway, clinging to a wall, her long brown hair cascading down over her masked face. Silently she sobbed inside her mask, the harsh rain pouring down her red latex suit. She was a monster and no matte4r what she did that would never change. <br>She made a call from a payphone to the police. An anonymous call about the body’s and the bio-weapons. She then plucked up the courage to return to the docks. Sure enough the feds had the area under observation, the red and blue lights flashing into the dark sky. Watching from the building opposite the warehouse;<br>At two in the morning she got back to her run down apartment. It was barely anything, pulling off her wet mask she collapsed onto the mattress on the floor, she just sobbed and fell asleep. <br><br>The next day Jessica started to look at things from a different angle. This path that had been put before had not been one that she had chosen but all the same it was one she was on. Director Kelly of SHEILD said he was keeping an eye on her, when she checked for the News Report the next morning nothing was in the paper.&nbsp; Obviously those S.H.E.I.L.D agents had turned up in the early hours of the morning and taken over. If Bio weapons were involved then it became a potential international incident bigger then what the NYPD could handle. <br><br>Considering that she had attempted to kill him once, Director Kelly gave her a rather long leash. He knew where she was, could have her taken out at any time, but for some reason he let her go. He let her become another masked vigilante (which he could probably do with a lot less of). She sat in her window frame looking out across the city. She needed to be with people like her, Superheroes, mutants, demi gods who were given these great powers. Jessica was going crazy been on her own. She had come to the conclusion that Spider-Man must have friend’s or family, must have some life outside of his super-heroics. Jessica was a complete loner, never finished school, no friends and no family.&nbsp; <br><br>So, she changed into her cvillain clothes putting her second costume in a back-pack and headed out. They might not embrace her at first but Jess was running out of options. If Kelly was going to arrest her for offing those Hydra soldiers she`d be in a cell by now. He seemingly had no problem with her killing as long as they were enemies of the United States. Typical. <br>She walked across town towards what was known as “Storm Valley High”. Young super-heroes sworn to protect New York, and by default the rest of the country. Most of Jess knowledge came from stolen SHEILD files and her *Contacts* who resided in less desirable parts of the city. but she gatherd they had an education too, friends and a education, she really needed those. <br><br>She was guessing Billy, who`d told her about the operation last night was probably dead ore in SHEILD custardy. <br>Standing outside the epic tower Jessica clutched her bag and looked up. She really really might not be welcome here. Did they even know who Spider-Woman was? Did they have any ties to SHEILD? Taking a deep breath Jessica marched into the lobby and walked up without stopping towards the girl behind the desk. “Uh...hi...” She said in her semi-American and semi-British accent. “My name`s Jessica Drew...Em...Id like to see one of the Avengers please? Is that...eh....possible?” She asked hesitantly. <br>Then she panicked, were the Avengers out? Were they poseing as Regular Students? She became very flusterd. "ha im just kidding...I erh...em...heard a rumor you see...I er...oh god!" What was she doing here? jessica nervously clutched at her bag.<br><br>SPIDER-WOMAN:<br>(http://cdn.gunaxin.com/wp-content/gallery/lyndsy_fonseca/lyndsy_fonseca_010.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 01:14:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Back to the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone in the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">As the two women walked into the common area, Carol watched the red haired guy walk past them, nearly brushing them with his agitation. She rose a brow and looked toward Johnny Storm and then over to Steve. It was kind of quiet then and she wondered just what had happened. She noted that both he and the other one had exchanged a few ribbings but it was just a joke, right? She took in a deep breath and tried to clear the tension in the air. Glancing back toward Ororo she gave her friend a smile then headed over to get some pizza.<br><br><strong>"Lets get something to eat Ororo. I think Steve saved some. Right, Steve?"</strong><br><br>She moved over toward where her teammate was sitting not too far from none other than Johnny Storm. He certainly was a good looking guy in person. Television did not do him the justice that real life did. Smoking. She wet her lips and tried not to be all star struck as she looked at him. Shaking her blonde locks some, she glanced over toward Caroline. The young heroine smiled as she was glad the girl was still with them and not in hiding like someone else she'd like to forget about right now. Just the thought of Ares made her feel like her insides were on fire and wet her lips nibbling at the inside of the lower one.<br><br>Turning her attentions back to Steve and a pizza box that sat in front of him she inched closer toward Caroline and tugged her by the arm.<br><br><strong>"Come on you.. sit with us over here.. don't be so antisocial. We won't bite.. well i won't and I'm sure Steve won't.. that one over there might."</strong><br><br>She motioned toward the overly hungry Logan and grinned teasingly at him. <br><br><strong>"Besides... you gotta tell us what the pilot said when you busted up into the helicopter on him! I kinda missed that part myself.. yanno skidding up pavement and all that."</strong><br><br>Carol reached forward into the pizza box near Steve and tugged out a slice before leaning half way on the buff super soldier to look back at the tall but lovely mutant woman. Folding the pizza over in half she took a bite and nearly swooned at the yummy melted cheesy goodness.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-11-2011, 20:28:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br>Tagged: Any in the location<br><br><br>Caroline watched the banter between the pair with a passive air.&nbsp; There was some sort of contest going on between the two men that lay beneath the words.&nbsp; Somehow she the red headed man took more meaning from the engagement than the shorter one.&nbsp; For her there was simply a shrug when one left and then another slice of pizza was propelled into her mouth.&nbsp; Her large frame and figure pressed to the edge of the counter while she consumed yet another.&nbsp; For some there might be concern over the calories or fat of the pizza, for some there might be worry over the nature of a greasy pizza so late.&nbsp; Caroline knew that her muscles were burn off a pizza while she slept and the exercise she would do tomorrow morning would devour more calories than this slice contained.&nbsp; <br><br>A hand wrapped around her arm while a much smaller, but still stronger woman grasped her.&nbsp; Caroline felt some envy that the woman could be so strong without needing the awkward physique to show for her efforts.&nbsp; Caroline gave a token resistance but was soon faltering toward the couch.&nbsp; A frown touched her features as she contemplated that she would soon be in the middle of the grouping of men.&nbsp; Strangers most of them, the large woman would soon find herself pressed close to them.&nbsp; Someone of her size and bulk could hardly avoid being close to other people when she was seated near them.&nbsp; Demurely she tried to make herself smaller while nibbling at her pizza nervously.<br><br>“Umm, he just..asked if he was going to prison.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 21:40:13</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran perked up as he noted that Ororo and Carol were making their way back to the area.&nbsp; He offered the two women a smile and stood up as Ororo slipped back in.&nbsp; As the tall dark skinned woman faded into the background, he slipped over to sit beside her, doing much the same for now.&nbsp; If something was troubling her, he would be there to hear her and try and do what he could to fix things.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>******</strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny turned as the tension in the air became to thick you could cut it with a knife, glancing toward Logan as he tossed a few insults in his new friend's direction.&nbsp; He blinked incredulously and was about to say something when Jack responded in kind and walked off without another word.&nbsp; Johnny frowned and sighed, shaking his head.&nbsp; He had to admit, he wasn't overly fond of Logan already.&nbsp; He gave a little wave to Jack as he made his way out.<br><br><strong>"Uh, sure... later man."</strong><br><br>Still... best to make as good a situation as he could out of this.&nbsp; He smiled and slid onto the seat between Carol and Caroline, making him the meat in a Johnny Storm Sammich, with the two lovely ladies as the most delectable buns.&nbsp; He leaned back, his arms stretched out on the back of the couch on either side behind each girl.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Ah yeah, this is better... stuck between two bastions of loveliness."</strong><br><br>He smiled to each of them before he turned his attention back to Steve.<br><br><strong>"So... I saw you on the TV earlier.&nbsp; Are you the real deal?&nbsp; Captain America?&nbsp; I gotta say, you look good for a 90 year old man"...</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 01:29:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm- Leaving the Common room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Caroline, Carol and Jessica <hr><br>He was getting tired of seeing the same clip on the news over and over, followed by the commentary. It varied with terms such as savior to no good mutant terrorist. The opinions on the avengers also varied. Glad for the distraction he nodded at Carol. <strong>"I ordered plenty, but yea I have a pie of my favorite up here for all of us."</strong> Steve offered as he played with the remote control. <strong>"Anyone mind if we watch something else..."</strong> He was starting to ask when Johnny joined the couch right between the girls.<br><br>Nodding at his question. <strong>"I was...am Captain America, depends if there isn't another one with my name...yea sixty years is a long time to nap... "</strong> Steve began to explain before someone came in and made way towards Ororo. Feeling she needed a break he got up. <strong>"Excuse me."</strong> He asked politely before intercepting the person who looked like the receptionist at the front desk. Steve heard the person out and walked out of the common room and followed her down the hall all the way to the lobby. <br><br>Stepping out he saw a young female waiting and after talking to the receptionist at the front he moved to introduce himself. <strong>"Hello, Steve Rodgers, nice to meet you."</strong> He introduced himself politely, stopping a few feet before her with his hand out for a shake. <strong>"You wanted to speak with one of us."</strong> Steve asked, curious to what this was about. Ororo needed help, Steve would be happy to do so in any way he could. <hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room <hr><br>Logan turned to look at Carol and Caroline&nbsp; and peeled his lips back before snapping his jaw at the two. A slight smirk spread across his face as he finished up his pizza and placed the remains aside before wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 12:49:29</strong>
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				(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> My dorm room<br><br>Jack lay on his bed munching pizza rather contentedly at first but quickly grew bored. The rude runt was taking to long to leave the party.<br><br>&lt;of course he is stupid, why wood he when there's food and hot women all over the damn place&gt;<br><br>Well this sucked, it could be hours before he came to his room and hell Jack's present would be dry and might be missed entirely. But no, Jack didnt really think the runt would miss the smell of urine. He'd said Jack smelled bad after a shower without from across the room, even with the odor of fresh pizza filling the space. Just what was the little bastard's deal? That fetch the slippers comment also made Jack wonder. Did he somehow know what Jack was? Telepathy? Enhanced senses, or maybe some sort of super hacker who'd read everyone's files? And if so why the fuck would you risk suicide by antagonizing a werewolf?<br><br>&lt;seriously, what the fuck?&gt;<br><br>But Jack was getting bored waiting for his fight to come to him and without the runt to focus on he was starting to lose some of his mad on.&nbsp; With a huff of frustration Jack put the nearly empty box down and slid off the bed. The rooms provided had a number of amenties including a tv and minifridge withing the room. Jack scooped up the tv remote on his way to the fridge. <br><br>"Great nothing but purified water in here," Jack groused to himself as he pulled out two bottles to help wash down the pizza. Beer would have been nice but that would hardly be part of a high school menu plan. "Dont want your super freaks getting al drunk and doing some Johnny Knoxville shit." The thought actually made Jack laugh to himself. Jack plopped back onto the bed and hit the power button on the remote. The screen instantly illuminated to present Jack with the top story of the day.<br><br>"Holy shit!"<br><br>Reporters were discussing the amazing events of the afternoon while several pieces of shaky footage, likely taken from smart phones, showed to groups of metahumans in furious battle with one another. Jack instantly recognized many as the students he'd just seen lounging in the common room. He paused the video many times to admire the blonde who's clothing was as shredded as any werewolf's after his first change. Jack licked his lips in appreciation before moving on. The metal chick looked like that muscley girl in the commons but bigger and even MORE muscley if such a thing were possible. There was no mistaking the God of War and Jack felt a shiver run through him even when watching him in the diminished capacity of a shaky video. There were no words to describe the raw power that seemed to burst from his every pore! The fire in the diety's eyes was like nothing Jack had ever seen. It was a horrific combination of hatred, joy and lust. This....thing in the shape of a mammoth man was like a vampire but it was feed by conflict and strife not blood. Jack was grateful when the video caught another figure. The nimble young man on the screen saved a child just before a falling helicopter could end his young life.<br><br>"Shit him too?" he remarked, nearly everyone he'd briefly met in the commons had been involved in this super monkey cluster fuck! The video's angle changed and Jack saw the shield! It was something so iconic that no one in the entire freaking world could not know what it was. That was Captain America's shield.<br><br>"No fuckin way..." Why would SHIELD give the blonde kid Cap's shield? It would be like handing over the Statue of Liberty or the Liberty Bell. Kid must be the same of the old blue boyscout...no wait that couldnt be right he'd still be to old (unless he was a mutant or something), maybe his grandson? <br><br>Jack hopped off the bed again scarfing down the last slice of pizza and killing his second bottle of water in one long pull. He tossed the box and bottle behind him. The pizza box landed as wished on the bed but the bottle bounced and found its way to the floor. Jack let out an annoyed growl before seating himself at a large writing desk in the room. Built right into the desk itself was a computer. The Stark logo was clearly emblazoned on the front but one the side was a ruby red "A" within a gold circle. Avengers seemed the likely reason for the A and Jack wryly noticed that the arrogant Stark had had the Avengers' logo fashioned in her own metallic colors. The "school" computer powered up instantly at a touch and a monitor recessed into the wall behind the desk glowed softly as it energized. Words wrote themselves into existence on the screen.<br><br>BIOMETRICS CONFIRMED: WELCOME JACK RUSSEL <br><br>"Well inst that convient," Jack grumbled, "bet some fucker's loggin every keystroke and watching me though the web cam. Well if you are..." Jack raised his middle finger to the machine, "...fuck you. Hope you enjoy dick cause Im going bare assed in here from now on!" Jack wasted no time keeping his word and stripped. "Get a good look perverts," he added tea bagging the machine. When he sat back down he sourly noticed he'd left a smudge on the screen that was clearly scrotal in shape and hair pattern. Angrily he pawed at it only to make a large lest distinct smear. "Fucking great Jack, just fucking great." Jack leaned over to rummage in the waste bin and retrieve one of his hoodie's ripped off sleeves and succeeded in making most of the smudge disappear. He grabbed the wireless mouse and got to work, firing off a google image search for Captain America. He was rewarded with thousands of pictures, Jack changed his parameters to large images. Les results came back but far better pictures. Damn, if that kid didnt resemble Cap. Jack hadnt studied his face in great detail and Cap was of course wearing his mask but still...you could see it if you looked. He even looked close in age.<br><br>"Fuck maybe that guys' a clone or some shit."<br><br>This place was beginning to be more and less like a freak show at the same time. You had mutants, aliens (presumably), fucking gods, monsters and legits like the Torch and now the clone/grandson of Captain America. What was SHIELD really up to hear mixing in golden boys like them with the freaks. This was a far cry from the all monster team that had brought Jack down. Was that crazy African lady not as crazy as he'd first thought. Jack leaned back in his desk chair trying to figure out what to make of these new developments.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 19:56:24</strong>
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				(http://nikitatv.net/images/mtc-lyndsy-fonseca-2.jpg) Name: Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman, <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Location: Avengers lobby,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tagged: Steve Rogers,&nbsp; <br><br>Jessica was about to leave when she was stopped by a handsome young man about her own age. <br>"Hello, Steve Rogers, nice to meet you." He asked, he was very much the all american type. Jessica offerd a smile. <br>She took his hand and shook it firmly.&nbsp; "You wanted to speak with one of us." He asked her and the brunette nodded.<br>"I...well I hear this is the homebase for the Avengers. I don`t know if you guys are still recruiting. Ore what the deal is anyway. But, well im super-powerd. Long story short, my dad was a sceintist and a bit of a bastard, he experimented on me and now I can shoot webs out of my finger tips and wall crawl. Oh and im super strong and very fast." She said the last part as if it wasn`t that important ore extrodinary. The young man stayed very quiet. <br><br>"To be completely honest. Ive been on SHEILD`S radar for month`s now. Ive been livining in New York for alittel while. The fact is they know about me but carn`t offically recruit me. I have no family to speak of and never finished any formal education. I figured I should actully use these powers for the good of mankinde, but when I go solo...well....lets just say I don`t think its a good idea if I go solo...." She neglected to inform him she was trained as an assisan and had killed. <br>Nervously chewing her lip her blue eyes searched him to try and pick up on what he was thinking. "I`m sure Director Kelly wouldn`t have a problem with me joining the Avengers. Like I said im an orphan so my destiny is in my own hands." She paused then added. "Im Spider-Woman. But i`m no relation to Spider-Man, never even met the guy." She shrugged. <br>"Oh and my name is Jessica. Jessica Drew."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 19:58:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone in the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol looked to Caroline with a raised brow.<br><br><strong>"He was more concerned with prison than with dying? Wow."</strong><br><br>She watched as Steve got up to head out to take care of some managerial duties just as Johnny sat down. She was nibbling at a piece of the still warm pizza and glanced over to the Human Torch with a chuckle. He was far too cute for his own good. Carol was kidding herself if she denied being attracted to Johnny Storm or even interested. He was a veritable science experiment ready to be explored! Heck, in a way they all were, herself included. Though not all of them were as charming and roguish as Mr Storm was. Ares on the other hand. She closed her eyes at the mere thought of him. He was infuriatingly attractive. At least, Johnny didn't tell you to get out. But then again Johnny didn't do things to her insides that Ares did. <br><br><strong>"I hardly think you are stuck, Johnny. But we don't mind you keep us warm. Right, Caroline?"</strong><br><br>She gave her friend a grin and a wink before nudging Johnny a little with her elbow. A glance from Logan and a toothy grin had her eyes widening and she chuckled some. He seemed like an okay guy when he loosened up some. Looking at the television she rose a brow and blushed as some images of her in her scantily clad clothign, if you'd call it that, were seen. <br><br><strong>"Just great. Sometimes I hate cell phones. I can still hardly believe that John is Ares. They look so different!"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 08:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Front office <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jessica <hr><br>Steve stood and watched Jessica as she told her story. She sounded nervous, perhaps a little scared but of what he could not tell. He could tell she was not in danger but maybe she felt like he did when he woke up sixty years later in the future, out of place and to that he sympathetically nodded. "Well Jessica, the admissions office is closed for the day but why don't you come in. I am sure we can find a place for you to rest tonight. We are throwing a small gathering in the common room, why don't you join us." He offered with a polite nod of his head for her to follow him. <br><br>He did not confirm nor deny the Avenger program nor its base but he was leading her into the dormitories of their students. Something about her told him he could trust her. As they walked down the hall he looked over towards her. "I hope you don't mind, are you English?" Steve asked, something about her reminded him about someone he deeply cared about a long time ago. "You remind me of someone I used to know." He promptly added so he did not sound weird for asking such an out of the blue question. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>22-11-2011, 15:50:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dorm Room Commons Area<br>Tagged: Any in the location<br><br><br><br>Caroline gave a nervous nod of her head to the question of Johnny keeping them warm.&nbsp; Her hands came together, one placing pressure on the other.&nbsp; She was very much aware of the arm around the back of her seat.&nbsp; Despite her leaning forward the presence was still there and the affect of his flirting could be felt in her stomach.&nbsp; Never before had so many men showed interest in such a small amount of time, in truth never before had any really showed interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eyes continued to watch the screen of the television to find an excuse to look away from his smiling face.&nbsp; Such a thing could certainly be addictive.&nbsp; Of course that meant watching her metallic frame flying toward a helicopter or being punched by the Abosrbing Man.&nbsp; <br><br>“You would think they would have something better to show on the news.&nbsp; Story is getting kind of old.”<br><br>Images of her tattered dress reminded her of what had happened before this moment.&nbsp; A date interrupted by an automobile through their dining table.&nbsp; The memory made her sigh at the loss of normalcy.&nbsp; Still, this moment was relaxing enough if a bit odd with tension.<br><br>“Told you the Prius did it.”&nbsp; She gave a slight smile along with a little chuckle to hopefully get Carol back into the spirit of things.&nbsp; Cheerleaders shouldn’t seem so somber.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 14:08:23</strong>
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				(http://nikitatv.net/images/mtc-lyndsy-fonseca-2.jpg) Name: Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman, <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Location: Avengers lobby,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Tagged: Steve Rogers,&nbsp; <br><br>Jessica was releavied she wasn`t been completely dismissed as she had been when she asked to join SHEILD. <br>Flying solo was not working out for her, Jessica needed friends quiet frankly. She wasn`t a bad person but she had just been delt a crappy hand. She had trust issues but she wanted to break them down. Jessica was self educated and found solice in the pages of a Jane Austen novel. She realeated to the characters of Elisabeth Bennet and Jane Arye. But she didn`t want to end up dead in some ally someplace and have no one even be able to idetinify her body. <br><br>"Well Jessica, the admissions office is closed for the day but why don't you come in. I am sure we can find a place for you to rest tonight. We are throwing a small gathering in the common room, why don't you join us." He offered with a polite nod of his head for her to follow him.&nbsp; The young bruennette started to follow him. So she was going to meet the rest of the Avengers. This was kinda cool. <br><br>"I hope you don't mind, are you English? You remind me of someone I used to know." Jessica smiled shyly and nodded.<br>"On my farther`s side." She felt a pain in her chest to think of him. "He was a spy. Not a very nie person really. It`s hard to think of youre farther as a bad man. But he was. He had a gift for sceience but he used it to help the wrong people. Ive moved around alot but Ive kept his accent, well I have traces of American too..." She then slipped into a full American accent. "But It depends weather im concentrateing ore not." They approached a large elevator. <br><br>"So who do I reamind you of? If it`s not so bold?" Miss Drew asked him returning to her normal accent. <br>Steve Rogers, the name was rining a bell but she couldn`t as yet place him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 20:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/SteveRogers.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway down to the common room with the other Avengers <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jessica <hr><br>"Sorry to hear that, we all have our reasons for being who we are or what we do in life." Steve sympathetically commented, allowing a moment of silence to pass as they walked into the elevator and went down deeper into the tower. <br><br>"My commanding officer from boot camp..." He found himself sharing bits of his old old life, when her grandfather might have been young. "English, brown hair...." Steve added with a little of a smile as he ventured down memory lane but stopped with the ding of the elevator. He did not dare go into other details and lucky the sound of the television in the common room was getting louder as they walked in. <br><br>"Hey guys, meet Jessica Drew, aka Spider Woman." <br>He broke the ice and introduced her to the rest of the avengers eating pizza and drinking soda. "Hungry? We have plenty of pizza, dig in." Steve offered before the actual welcoming flooded in, by the girls most likely and Johnny himself. <br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Common Room <hr><br>&nbsp;Logan looked up at her and perked an eyebrow. "Least she smells better then the last person I met." He grunted as he walked out of the room, tipping his head in acknowledgment towards her. His heavy foot steps walked down towards the dorms, already he began to pick up the scent of something that was really going to piss him off...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 16:54:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny chuckled, his arms resting on the back of the couch, his arms scarcely touching Carol and Caroline's shoulders as he spoke.&nbsp; He had a confidence about him that was very down to Earth... perhaps so far as to be considered cocky, but certainly not in the realms of arrogance.&nbsp; He wet his lips and spoke in turn to the two girls even as Steve exited the room with no fanfare.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I have absolutely no problem keeping two hotties like yourselves warm... and I know a thing or two about hot."</strong><br><br>He grinned, sliding the hand that had been behind Carol along her shoulder to come to bear in front of him.&nbsp; He held his fingers up and they burst into a small flame, staying lit for about 5 seconds before turning into a rose made of fire.&nbsp; He snapped his fingers and the rose split into two.&nbsp; He slid his other hand out from behind Caroline and took a 'rose' in each hand, making like he was offering them to each girl.<br><br><strong>"Beautiful, to match the both of you."</strong><br><br>He glanced up as Steve re-entered the room with Jessica in tow.&nbsp; He smiled to her but was not so rude to switch his flirting to another when he was in the middle of complimenting Carol and Caroline.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Well hello there.&nbsp; Nice to meet you.&nbsp; Johnny Storm, formerly of the Fantastic Four.&nbsp; This is Carol, Caroline, Gamoran, Ororo and-"</strong><br><br>He blinked as Logan exited so abruptly.<br><strong><br>"Er, that was Logan"...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 18:12:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> His dorm room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Logan<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack's ears perked up at the sound of heavy steps coming down the hall. Solid, hard soles...boots. Jack grinned wolfishly as he slipped on his sweats once more. Oh yeah it was about damn time! He padded over to his door and quietly opened it but did not step passed the threshold. Instead the lycanthrope inhaled deeply smelling the familiar scent of the arrogant little runt coming down the hall, earthy smells mixed heavily with the rich aroma of pizza on the unseen person and in the every exhalation of his breath. Jack's grin spread wider, in mere moments the runt would reach his room and he would discover Jack's little gift to him. <br><br>The hairs on the back of his neck began to stiffen and stand stiffly on end. That's were the change always started with the hair on the back of his neck raising with anger or excitement and Jack was in the thrall of both. Lets do this, get this shit over with and just let the cards fall where they may. Maybe it would be better if Jack were to "Hulk out" let the fuckers of the group know where they ranked on the food chain and let those who could handle it accept him for what he was like Johnny did. But this little badger of a man would be the first to see his bad side and understand just who the fuck he was crossing. Jack could hardly wait now that he had decided to just up and do it. He wasnt gonna hurt the little bitch, well not for real anyway, but the little badger of a man wa sure as hell gonna find out what the pecking order was around here.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 18:27:12</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone in the Common Room<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol had been finishing up her pizza when Johnny presented each of them with a fiery rose. She grinned wide at the charming gesture and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He was sweet and yet still confident in his own rights. It was a bit refreshing after being so saturated with the godly arrogance of Ares not an hour ago. The mere thought of John-- er Ares, had her wondering just what to do when she saw him next. The night was dragging on and she just wanted to go to bed and read until she went to sleep. Her attentions blinked back to present and she gave Johnny Storm a warm smile.<br><br><strong>"You're sweet Mr Charming. Thank you."</strong><br><br>It was then that Jessica was brought in by Steve and she couldn't help but give a genuine smile of welcome. Setting down her drink she gave a dancing finger sort of wave to the woman. Their ranks were increasing it seemed, it was good as they needed more diversity. <br><br><strong>"Welcome to StormValley High. Spider-woman eh?&nbsp; I saw Spider-man the other day helping out at school. Are you related?"</strong><br><br>Carol intentionally left off the Avengers bit, mostly because Steve didn't seem to offer up introductions and Johnny introduced her and the others by name and not code name. She was unclear on if it was okay to be so open about their operation there. Having finished her bit of pizza she just sat there then sipping on her soda as she stayed leaned against Johnny for the time being.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 20:06:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack Russel's Room <hr><br>Logan stared at his door in near disgust, his nose scrunching up as he caught the scent of the son of a bitch who dared piss on his room! A feral like growl formed in his throat as he tracked his scent to which his room was. A grin formed but he retreated down towards the end of the hall, popped into the common room and grabbed a stack of news papers. One was tucked into his arm, the other rolled up nice and tight as he made his way to the room he knew belonged to the red head...<br><br>Not even bothering to wait, Logan kicked the door in with his heavy foot and burst into the room swinging the rolled up news paper to smack Jack right on the head! "Bad Dog!" He grunted before tossing the other papers onto the floor. "Doggy pees on the paper!" Logan added to his insult, the beast in him was rising to answer Jack's at last. Tossing the rolled up paper aside he stood at his door way with a grin on his face, a deadly calm about him but on the verge of breaking as his own beast stirring. Shit was about to get very real...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 03:33:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room &amp; Carol's Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>The conversation had moved away from her, not that she minded. She stood in one corner of the common room an uneaten crust of pizza held in her slender chocolate colored fingers as she glances between the faces of all those in the room. She purses her lips for a long moment before she brings up the arm that had been hanging to her side. The arm twists slightly so that she can glance at the small watch which rested on the wrist of that arm. The small elegant piece of jewelry very much reflecting the tastes of the woman who owned it. She turns slightly the long locks of clashing white hair which cascade down her back shifting as she does. Her full, pillowy lips pull into a small smile as she regards the green-skinned male whom had been silently accompanying her for some time.<br><br>"I have much work that must be done, before I dare try to sleep. Please, try to enjoy some time with the others." With that quiet statement she turns with a single elegant movement, the half-twirl causing her long skirt to swish and twist slightly around her rounded hips. Those same hips sway slightly in carefully planned out steps as she silently slips from the room, moving away from the doorway which leads to the dormitory section.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 17:10:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> His dorm room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Logan<br><hr><br><br>Jack waited beyond his partially open door. Standing near the center of his room he heard the runt stop at his own door then retreat down the hallway back towards the commons. Jack frowned, was he leaving to get help or to rat on him? Neither answer was acceptable to the lycanthrope. He began to leave his room and go seek the little coward out when the angry thud of the twerp's boots came echoing back down the hallway. There were no other heartbeats approaching, good the little shit was gonna man up but just what had he done before returning. Fuck it, it didnt matter the bastard was about to get his!<br><br>The runt surprised Jack by not issuing the expected threats or starting with the show of bravado and bad manners that had been the impetus for the scene that was now playing out. Instead he kicked the door inward and Jack was forced to jump back to avoid being hit. The runt quickly followed up, far faster than Jack had expected, by lunging in and swinging a tightly rolled newspaper at Jack's head! Jack snapped his head away to the right while trying to strike the paper from the runt's right hand but despite Jack's speed somehow the little shit slipped the weapon past Jack's guard and still managed to strike him sharply on the head. Jack blinked in some surprise as the runt started yelling at him that he was a bad dog and should pee on the papers he cast to the floor. The miserable sonnuvabitch! Fuker was still treating him like a fucking mutt! Now the runt was the one who was grinning and not Jack and as his little revenge fantasy fell apart before him Jack felt his excitement replaced by ferocious anger once more.<br><br>"Ok you little fuck, its on!"<br><br>Jack exploded forward his whole body uncoiling like a spring wound far to tight. Even as in his human skin he was far faster and stronger than most men and now he'd seen how fast the twerp was. He launched a savage right ahead of himself, sailing right for the little bastard's nose. Jack's eyes were shining as he anticipated the blow, lips curled back to exposed his own hateful grin. He was gonna wipe the smile off this punk with one shot!<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 18:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack Russel's Room <hr><br>Logan did not have the ability to slow time, but in combat, his mind and body worked in near perfect unison. He could take a punch, but why would he when the strike coming at him was so undisciplined, it would be an insult for that attack to even make contact. The shorter of the two was not graceful by a longshot, not like the Avenger himself, but all he needed to do was take a step back and three to the side to let the enraged red head going charging out the room and into the hall. <br><br><strong>"That's all you got bub?" </strong><br>He taunted, a surge of disappointment mixing with the shot of adrenaline he had felt. <strong>"Don't aim for the face, it's how I make my living."</strong> Logan actually jested before lifting up his arms. If Jack wanted a brawl he was going to get it, there was no need for him to use some form of martial arts or even his claws if the guy had no actual aim behind all the power in his swing. <br><br>With both of them in the hall, Logan closed in tightly and opened up with a full punch rush combination, taunting him with a curl of the fingers of his left fist. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 12:28:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Hallway<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Logan<br><hr><br><br>Jack's fist hurtled like a meteor at the hairy little man's face. He snarled in joyful glee at the prospect of smashing in the little shit's nose, hearing that satisfying crunch of brittle bone and cartilage. He couldnt wait to see the bright blood splash erupting from that condescending face.Jack's fist was only an inch away from its selected target when the little man was suddenly not there. Jack watched as somehow once again the runt out timed his own movements. Jack fully committed could only sweep past his opponent all of his inertia carrying him past the smaller man and into the hallway beyond. While Jack had the ability to recover quickly he lacked the training needed to do so with the speed and grace needed to counter his foe. He was already charging after Jack calling out further taunts. Rage fueled the lycanthrope's human form but its was no where near enough. As Jack rebounded off the far wall of the hallway twisting desperately to meet the runt head on his antagonist fired was already there firing his own fist at Jack. Caught off balance and in a bad position he couldnt avoid the shorter man's well aimed blow.<br><br>The fist crashed into the side of Jack's turning head with enough force to snap it back.<br><br>&lt;wha fuck?&gt;<br><br>The smaller man's knuckles bit deep into Jack's cheek and the side of his mouth. Jack tasted blood on his tongue as his own teeth cut the inside of his mouth. He could already feel the swelling starting on his face, what the fuck had he hit him with? Jack thought a he scrambled for a better position. There was nothing in the runt's hands but that had hurt like he'd been hit by Mike Tyson wearing brass knuckles! The Jack remember...this monkey had powers didnt he. Shit that's why they were here, they all had powers. Maybe the punk was super strong or a invulnerable like a ninja or some other stupid shit. When Jack shook of the blow he found the runt standing in the hall doing that stupid fucking taunt he'd seen in a hundred kung fu flicks. That little bring it on hand gesture. Jack seethed with fury.<br><br>"Dont taunt me you little fuck! Dont you EVER fucking taunt me again!!!" The words coming out of Jack's mouth twisted into animal snarls even as he spoke them. The hair on the back of his neck first bristled and them began to rapidly multiply as Jack felt the change rush through him. Muscle, sinew and bone stretched and tore reshaping itself in an instant into a monstrous feral shape. Jack found the hall getting smaller as he aquired height and mass. Red eyes burned like coals from the pits of hell as the once man now towered above his small opponent. The werewolf flexed its paws stretching out its two in talons for his victim to see and reared back his savage head to let out a roaring howl of challenge. Black lips peeped back to expose great yellow fangs and what was once Jack Russel grinned a hateful, savage grin. The only bit of obvious humanity were the sweats Jack still wore which were stretched to their limits given his powerful new body.<br><br>This was a "school" for monkeys with powers, so what the fuck, all was fair game right? Besides, he told those SHIELD fuckers. The werewolf was in a half crouch watching his opponent's reaction, balanced easily on the balls of his feet ready to pounce if the little monkey thought he stood a chance.&nbsp; The Wolf could not wait to see the primal fear light up his eyes, to smell the fear stink pour out of him in delicious waves. Th wolf began to loose thick ropes of drool from his mouth. Enraged and excited he was hungry for the real battle to begin!<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 16:24:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Jack Russel's Room <hr><br><strong>"Going to wake up the neighbors, bub."</strong> Logan grunted, grinning before peeling back his own lips over his own snarling teeth, flashing his own fanged maw. It did not compare to Jack's yellow grill, but Logan has almost as much body hair as the shifted beast before him. <em>SHNKKK! SHNKKK!</em> Both claws jutted out of his hands, the smaller of the two more than willing to face the beast before him. If Jack had expected fear, he had another thing coming. <br><br><strong>"Gonna show you not to piss on my door...."</strong> He snarled before he also coiled and sprung forward, claws arcing&nbsp; and swinging at Jack. The initial collision sent them crashing down the highway, blocked strikes and evaded eviscerating swipes of both claw and talon in the first exchange . Logan didn't have speed, he didn't really on it much, instead he held his ground and went in swinging once more, stirring up one hell of a racket as the walls around them did not seem immune to their slashes and sundering gashes! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 17:57:47</strong>
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				(http://nikitatv.net/images/mtc-lyndsy-fonseca-2.jpg) <br>Name: Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman,<br>Location: Avengers common room,<br>Tagged, Captain America, Mz Marvel, Human Torch, <br><br>Jessica greeted the other Avengers with a warm smile. She didn`t recognise any of them outside of their costumes. <br>Secret identies were a big deal. These teen heroes could have family and friends that they needed to protect. Jessica however didn`t have anyone and mabye that was for the best. <br>SHEILD kept files on them, Jessica wonderd how much they knew about this superhero task force?<br>A rougeish guy sniffed her and rudely pushed past, apparently that was Logan. Johhny Storm of the Fantastic Four she however did know. He seemed like a real charmer indeed. <br><br>Next to him was a very pretty young blonde, the all american girl next door it seemed. <br>She of corse asked the question if she was realeated to Spider-Man. Jessica shook her head firmly. "Nope. Never even met the guy." She wasn`t&nbsp; going to explain to them WHY she was called Spider-Woman. It was going to take time for Jess to trust anyone enough to tell them she was a former assassin of Hydra.<br><br>"Im from England. My abilities were manufactured by my late parents." Ok...so she was telling them some of the truth. <br>"Spider Woman just fits you know? I can shoot webs out of my fingers and I can stick to walls." She nervously reached up and pulled her hair back. "Ive just moved to the states but have no family ore friends...I want to keep on with the Super-Heroics and figured I`d attempt to finde you guys." She was of corse leaving out the part for attoneing for her sins. <br>"So can I join? I`m willing to fill in any paperwork...do a physical...whatever you guys want...oh and I can change my name if Spider-Woman dosent work. I could be Red Spider ore Archane.." She was feeling very much on the spot now.<br><br>Spider-Woman:<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 20:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><hr><br><br>The noise began with enraged shouts that stirred John to roll over…<br><br><strong>Bad dog! Doggy pees on the paper!...Ok you little fuck, its on!</strong><br><br>He dragged the pillow over his head and folded his arm over it to press it against his ear, but the rustling was getting worse.<br><br><strong>Don’t taunt me you little fuck! Don’t you EVER fucking taunt me again!</strong><br><br>John sat up. There were bags beneath his red eyes, and as the fighting continued it sounded like a ferocious beast had magically appeared next door. A heavy frown fell over John’s face as he sat in the darkness of his room, waiting to see if he’d ease back to sleep. His eyes slowly closed and he felt his balance wobble. He was falling right back to sleep.<br><br><strong>Gonna show you not to piss on my door…What the hell is going on here!?</strong><br><br>John’s eyes snapped open again. There was no way he was going to get any sleep with the ruckus that was going on in the hallway. So what was a cranky God of War like when roused from his dreams?<br><br>The hearth had reawakened in response to the god’s disturbance. John had retrieved his ax from the door and had dragged a wooden chair before the fireplace. He set the ax head upon its back and set his foot upon the seat with his knee just beneath the ax’s arm to prop it. With a sharpening stone clutched in his hand, he began dragging it along the ax’s curved edge. The hiss it made upon contact with his steel got his blood pumping. His strokes became more vigorous until orange sparks flecked free. Someone(s)…was going to pay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 03:50:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Hallway<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Logan<br><hr><br><br>The runt was too his credit not affected by the sight of the legendary monster before him, good! Fucking real god the Wolf thought, he was going to get a real fight after all! <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Gonna show you not to piss on my door...."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That so you little bitch! Let's see you try!" Taunted back in a far from human voice, each word a deep throated growl. The runt showed himself ready to make good on his threats by revealing his own secret. Six foot long bladed pushed through the hairy man's skin sliding up through the backs of his hands and between his knuckles. The metal shined menacingly in the light of the hallway as the runt prepared himself for his attack. As the Wolf Jack's senses were at their peak and his eyes saw in wider visible spectrum. And now he turned those eyes keenly toward the new threat of the weaponized little man before him. The world danced in shades of crimson hues as the Wolf noted that alloy talons didnt glow with the hated light of silver. Metal, just regular metal, nothing to fear! The wolf grinned in triumph as the feral man hurled himself at the Wolf claws first.<br><br>The Wolf let his opponent think he was warry, weak at first as he flinched back from his claw strikes while swinging his own wildly to miss, he would lure the bastard in close before letting him know what he was really in for! The walls of the hallway were rapidly becoming scored with slashed from the feral combatants as they raged. The Wolf left himself open for a strike and actually threw himself into the blow. Whether or not it was the runt's intention to stab deeply into the Wolf made sure that's exactly what happened. Metal blades punched deeply into the Wolf's gut and the wolf quickly grabbed the runt's wrist holding his hand in place as he let out a crude barking laugh. He pulled the runt's hand away slowly to withdraw the bladed from his torso. <br><br>"That all you got...bub? Those little pig stickers of yours dont mean a damn thing to me!" Now, this little shit was finally gonna understand just how deep into the shit he was! The wound while very painful was healing before Logan's eyes, the flesh knitting as he watched. The werewolf heaved with all his supernatural strength hoping to sling his opponent into the nearest wall or door while curling his opposite claw back for the follow up blow! <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 04:39:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dormitory, hallway outside Jack Russell Terrier's room<br>Tagged: Jack Russell and Logan<br><br><br><br>The fire flickered in her eyes.&nbsp; Pupils constricted to stare with wonder at the crafting of his fingers around the flame, to witness the birth of a rose.&nbsp; Almost as a reflex she reached for the fire but then withdrew her fingers at the presence of heat.&nbsp; Ironic really to be offered something so beautiful and yet unable to touch.&nbsp; Instead she clenched her fingers into the palm of her hand with a blush creeping across her neck and to her cheeks.&nbsp; Perhaps she was embarrassed at her simple reaction.&nbsp; Or maybe she was embarrassed at the swiftness of her interest in a man newly meet.&nbsp; Same as she attraction she had felt for another.&nbsp; Simple, bumpkin girl her mother would have called her at this point.&nbsp; Caroline could only shake her head in agreement to the voice in her mind.&nbsp; Such self-criticism was interrupted with the noise of a foot slamming into a door.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ll..ummm..go see what’s going on back there.&nbsp; Maybe John stumbled into a wall.”&nbsp; A nervous smile touched her lips before she stood.&nbsp; The unattended consequence was that Johnny now had an up close look of her shorts.&nbsp; Across the back the logo for Gold’s Gym was brandished above her bottom.&nbsp; Muscles flexed with even the simple effort to walk forward and away.&nbsp; There was power and strength tob e had in abundance beneath the soft skin.&nbsp; The harsh angles softened only just by the presence of feminity.<br><br>All such dalliances were lost when she made her way to the hall.&nbsp; Feet took up a heavier tone when her pace quickened to a run.&nbsp; Taunts and growls echoed from the hall to her ears making her wonder if the facility was under attack.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps one of those that was now in jail had friends.&nbsp; Still friends powerful enough to invade this place would have been able to participate in the fight earlier.&nbsp; Worry creased her brow when she rounded the corner to find a monster fighting a claw weilding dwarf.&nbsp; A startled moment crossed as she considered the implications of the moment.&nbsp; A werewolf fighting a dwarf in near a God’s doorstep.&nbsp; Truth was stranger than fiction.<br><br>“What the hell is going on here!?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 15:53:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Hallway <hr><br><strong>"You talk to damn much."</strong> Logan grumbled, choosing to simply slash away instead of continue the verbal exchange. Jack would realize any wounds he inflicted back onto Logan would close up almost instantly as well. The one thing Logan was pissed about was his now ruined shirt, he would have to wear his Avenger uniform the next day. <br><br>A wicked smirk crossed Logan's features after he got slammed into the wall, his fist jutted forward to meet the swipe that had followed up the blow, impaling the werewolf's hand with a sick sound of metal tearing into flesh and bone! With a loud grunt he pushed off the wall, seeking to pin him into the wall before seeking to deliver a series of stabbing slashes with the other hand, focusing on disabling the other arm. If he had no arms, what else could he do. <br><br>Logan had ignored the voice of reason in the form of the girl he had seen eating pizza shyly in the common room. Lucky the walls were not made out of drywall or the two would have blasted through them earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 17:19:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve and Everyone <br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol had gotten to a good relaxed state as she was leaned there against the fiery Johnny Storm. Her eyes had started to droop a little until the sudden crash and loud noises caused her to blink alert and sit upright. Caroline was already on her way to see what the problem was but the longer that the blonde heroine waited the loudly the voices got and the more damaging the crashes sounded. Her eyes darted over to Steve first and then to the others before she got up.<br><br><strong>"That doesn't sound good. I just hope they don't wake up Ares. Steve.. we might need to mediate and see if we can't get them to take it downstairs at&nbsp; the very least."</strong><br><br>She headed off toward the sounds of fighting. Her barefeet made little sound as she moved at a quick stride. Pushing her hair back she tugged it into a hairband from her wrist to get it out of her face as she took in the scene of a body going flying backwards from an obvious hit. From the looks of it, it was Logan and she had yet to see his opponent and could only assume it was the one she passed in the hallway before, unless it was Ares. Her eyes widened at that thought and her steps sped up. He could kill Logan! She rushed forward in hopes of helping intercept them and spied Caroline there watching with an incredulous look on her face.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 18:04:40</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran smiled to Ororo, offering a nod to the beautiful girl as she asked him to stay and interact.&nbsp; As she walked off, his eyes were drawn to her swaying hips and rounded backside.&nbsp; This brought another smile to his lips.&nbsp; Still, after she was gone he didn't say a whole lot.&nbsp; No one had directly addressed him.&nbsp; That is until he was mentioned as Spider-Woman was brought into the room.&nbsp; The green skinned alien gave her a cool smile and a nod.<br><br><strong>"It's good to meet you, Jessica.&nbsp; As has been said, I am Gamoran."</strong><br><br>Then he heard a crash... to his trained ears he could tell that it wasn't someone hitting a wall by accident as Caroline had thought.&nbsp; When the attention was off of him he slipped up with not a sound and as stealthily as possible made his way down the hall.&nbsp; His blade was drawn... the godslayer.&nbsp; He half wondered if Ares was making trouble as Storm had told him to watch for.&nbsp; Then he heard Caroline, who had gone before him ask what they were doing.&nbsp; He blinked as he witnessed what truly seemed like two animals going at one another in battle.&nbsp; The one called Logan had blades made of some sort of metal coming from his hands.&nbsp; A cyborg, perhaps?&nbsp; He seemed to be engaged in combat with a hulking monster.&nbsp; His blade was at the ready as he fell into a relaxed stance.&nbsp; As Carol rounded the corner he motioned to the werewolf and spoke calmly.<br><br><strong>"Is that an enemy, Ms Marvel?&nbsp; Shall I slay him?"</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny hadn't expected the ruckus that he suddenly heard from down the hall.. the shouting and commotion.&nbsp; He raised a brow and was about to say something when Caroline stood up, followed by Carol.&nbsp; Dammit all, he was losing all his girls!&nbsp; This wasn't cool.&nbsp; He frowned and glanced at Steve, then at Jessica... then at-<br><br><strong>"Where the hell did Gamoran go?&nbsp; You'd think someone with green skin would be easier to spot."</strong><br><br>He stood up and rushed into the hallway after giving Jessica an apologetic smile.&nbsp; Half expecting trouble, he shouted out.<br><br><strong>"FLAME ON!"</strong><br><br>His body burst into an aura of flames and he took to the air so as not to damage the floor if he could help it.&nbsp; He flew swiftly down the hall and stopped, hovering in place as he witnessed Logan and Jack in what looked like savage battle.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Jack?"</strong><br><br>Then he heard Gamoran ask if he should kill his new friend.&nbsp; He shook his head and loudly spoke.<br><br><strong>"NO!&nbsp; Don't attack him... that's Jack."</strong><br><br>He flew past Carol and tried his best to get between the two combatants.&nbsp; He hoped his body would be too hot to handle at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Jack!&nbsp; Logan!&nbsp; Have you guys gone off the deep end?&nbsp; I thought the Avengers were being attacked!"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 20:04:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom, then dormitory hall.<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone but Steve<br><hr><br><br>The door to the God of War’s room opened as a young man stepped out, carrying an ax twice his size. The arm was resting on his shoulder and his hand was curled about the end of it at the wrist. John had to step into the center of the hall before he could turn to face not only the wrestling Jack and Logan—two beings he didn’t recognize—but the other motley crew of spectators watching the tussle. John hadn’t even bothered to put on some decent clothes as his groggy eyes lowered to Jack and Logan to stare at them with a stoic look, but his irritable eyes gleamed with disbelief. John wore nothing but his black-boxer-briefs and the olive, Mediterranean skin that clung to his athletic, mortal build. His brown brows knitted on his forehead and his eyelids became blearily half-lidded. He wouldn’t lie about the sight he saw in the hallway. It was amusing, and he couldn’t believe he had been stirred by it.<br><br>With his left arm lolling at his side, John rested his cheek against the arm of his ax as he lazily gazed at the pair.<br><br>“No fire…” His eyes then flicked to Johnny briefly. “No REAL fire…” He then turned his head to peer over his shoulder and then returned his cheek to the ax arm. “No corpses…no intruders…no bomb…and especially…no war…”<br><br>John’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling as though he were staring back into his thoughts. He looked pretty calm. He might have just let the whole situation slide…not. With the shrug of his shoulder, the ax effortlessly was clutched in both of his hands at a position similar to how a soldier would hold his rifle: port arms. John’s eyes lowered from the ceiling and his frown became ever menacing.<br><br>“The Great Ares, God of War was roused from his bed by an imp and his pup? Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha…NO! It is war that rouses me, and although I see no war, there will be one to compensate!” John exclaimed. His voice at that moment didn’t match the jock that stood before him. His lips rolled back to bear his teeth as the ax wafted a blast of cool wind at Jack and Logan as John swung the ax behind him in a prepared strike. The blade sliced a deep groove in the floor as blue, eldritch light erupted from John’s eye sockets. Armor began to manifest on his person, locking about his body as the infamous white skull flashed upon his chest-plate.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:&nbsp; Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack and Logan<br><hr><br><br>Ares’s first preparatory swing showed that he didn’t care much for the tower’s well-being, and when he brought the blade over his head in an overhead swing, the curved edge sliced the ceiling, causing crumbs of plaster to rain down. The ax blade was prepared to divide the two fighters locked in combat whether by cleaving through some limbs or not. The golden collar about his neck began shining as it detected his bloodlust. John wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>RAAAAH!</em></span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 22:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway with the rest of the Avengers <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Avengers <hr><br><strong>"I am sure we can arrange for you to join Jessica...we need to speak with Ororo or Tanya tomorrow...."</strong>Steve was cut off when he heard the commotion and Carol began to move and so did he! Running as fast as he could he noticed the commotion, then John then Ares. Without even second guessing, he jumped moved in to split up the fight between Logan and the wolf creature with the help of Caroline but instead ended up shoving them down another hall way in order to prevent a massive attack from Ares. <strong>"Hey! Break it up you two! The hell you two think you are doing! Carol! Get a hold of John!" </strong> Steve grabbed at both the fights and nodded to Caroline. <strong>"Take him."</strong> He gestured at the wold man, before ripping Logan away from the others, trapping his arms under Logan's shoulders to disable him as best as he could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 01:03:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dormitory, hallway outside Jack Russell Terrier's room<br>Tagged: The Battle Royale<br><br><br><br><br>Caroline felt her teeth press together to contain her frustration over this situation.&nbsp; Fingers balls into fists when more commotion was stirred by the pair than anyone was ready to bear.&nbsp; Ares had emerged from inside his dorm room and in more way than one.&nbsp; She had few doubts about the sharpness of the axe and its ability to tear apart any beneath.&nbsp; Quickly she pushed herself forward, cursing her hesitancy earlier.&nbsp; Metal flashed in the light of the hallway as her flesh gave way to steel.&nbsp; Cords of the alloy made their way through every fiber of her muscles so that when she meets Jack, she was more than any man could hope to contain.<br><br>Like a linebacker she slammed into him.&nbsp; Her body low and shoulders squared, she pressed into him with brute force to break him away from the smaller man.&nbsp; Both arms moved before her, pushing and shoving to force the creature back from the furious battle.&nbsp; Eyes of flashing metal stared up at him with eternal patience while her face gritted from the effort of her action.&nbsp; The muscles he had seen on her before were nothing compared to the robotic power she commanded now, nothing compared to the bulging slabs that now worked against him.&nbsp; Her skin now stood as a testament to unyielding endurance rather than the owner of sharp angles belonging to an overeager youth.&nbsp; Feet left their imprint on the floor while she struggled to gain footing and position to contain the fury of this man.<br><br>“Come on, you don’t need to do this.&nbsp; We can take this somewhere else.”&nbsp; The words were forced through gritted teeth during the struggle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 03:19:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Hallway<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone near by<br><hr><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You talk to damn much."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Says the asshole who introduces himself by insulting someone. Gonna teach you respect!"<br><br>The Wolf slammed his opponent hard into the wall with bone crushing force, following with a rapid slash of his right paw. Black talons arc through the air seeking to tear the smug look off the runt's face. But he was startled to find that the little man wasnt stunned as he should have been, that blow should hav at least knocked all the air from his lungs, it was as if they were armored and couldnt be compressed by physical force. Instead Wolf found his claw impaled by three of his foe's steel talons. He roared in pain and fury as his flesh was sundered by the blades. Froth flying from his lips he snapped his jaws at the clawd man and closed his wound paw about the other's hand in an unbreakable grip of iron.<br><br>"Let's see who can take it punk!"<br><br>With the runt trapped in his grasp the two were forced to simpley exchange savage blows. Blood and fur was painting the hallway with slick gore as the tow went at each other like a pair of beasts fighting over territory. The little man gave as good as he got, repeatedly stabbing the Wolf him in his left arm. For his part the Wolf slashed and tore pulling out chunks of meat, feeling his claws rake against bone. As they snapped and snarled at one another the Wolf became aware of the glints of metal below some of the deeper wounds. Was this guy a fucking robot? No that wasnt it, the Wolf could tell. This was real flesh and blood, nothing synthetic could have fooled his senses. Still his savage antagonist was an inigma, he was healing almost as fast as the Wolf but appeared to have metal bones and blades that were housed within his forearms. Just what in the shadow of Chthon was the guy? Fuck it, didnt matter in the long run, the tougher this guy was the more the Wolf could enjoy hurting him. <br><br>And suddenly IT was in the hallway with them! Magic knows magic and the Wolf turned his hatred from the hairy little man to look upon the visage of the God of War as he manifested his full might and glory. An axe the size of a grown man was already swinging up over the diety's head with a sinuous power no mortal could match.<br><br>&lt;oh we are so fucked&gt; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">RAAAAAAAH!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>The massive blade was swinging down, a blade forged in the mystic furnace of Hephaestus. Such a weapon was as deadly as any blade of purest silver and he frantically twisted to get out of its path and another form rocketed into him and the runt tearing the little man away from his grasp just as the blade crashed down to sunder the floor on which both had just been standing. The sheer force of the blow, the overpressure it generated blew the Wolf into the wall like he'd been struck by a hurricane. He rebounded of the wall tumbling t his feet in a half crouch in full fight or flight mode. The Wolf was a thing of unnatural rage and bloodlust and yet hear was creature who's raw power far exceeded his own. He tensed for the attack that was sure to follow when another entered the fray.<br><br>The young woman from the common room, the improbably large one was racing past the angry god changing even as she did so. Weak flesh was replaced by gleaming metal. The Wolf's enhanced eyes could actually witness the heat building up in the large woman's muscles before they disappeared beneath a sheen of chrome. The Wolf tried to avoid the metal juggernaut but he was hemmed in by the monstrous axe. The metal giant left he feet, rushing the Wolf in a flying tackle. While the Wolf a powerful supernatural creature&nbsp; his body didnt share the Runt's armored endoskeleton. The sheer force of the blow collapsed the Wolf's lungs compressing them forcibly and all his breath was driven from him in a powerful rush. In the moment the Wolf was stunned the metal woman was able to secure a powerful grip around his body. Recovering the Wolf raged squirming in the woman's unbreakable grip like a beast caught in an animal trap. He snapped and roared but did not try to actively claw or bite the metallic beauty. She was not the object of his ire. The fire in the Wolf's belly still burned for the runt.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Come on, you don’t need to do this.&nbsp; We can take this somewhere else.” </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The Wolf glared at the woman fangs barred at her in open menace but there was there was no denying the power she commanded. The Wolf was not going anywhere unless she released him. Jack began to reassert himself more but did not shift from his lupine form. He relaxed in the young woman's grasp and ceased his struggles. "Alright, alright I'll settle down but its not over between me and the asshole over there, not by a long shot," he snalred between jagged teeth.<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 18:03:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Hallway <hr><br>The blood lust Logan knew all to well had heightened his senses to degrees unimaginable to others, his attacks connected and he received some that surpassed his own defenses. Blood was spilled, his shirt torn and flesh was rend but it healed just as quick! Logan was not immune to pain but he had been through far worst! <br><br><strong>RAAAAAAAH!</strong><br><br>He saw what happened, the emergence of some jock and his sudden transformation, the axe, the all American rushing towards them, pushing them out of the main blast from the shockwave then he was being pulled away. The beast shifted back to the smelly red head and Logan stopped struggling against Steve, eventually being let go, but he still stared at Jack. <br><strong>"Anytime Bub!"</strong><br>Logan snarled, staring at him as his claws slid back into his arms as if nothing had happened. <strong>"Don't think..."</strong> He began to snarl out as he turned and caught the sight of Steve which literally made him stop in his track, looking up at the guy closer. Confusion spread across his features, a sense of Deaj Vu but he just walked off. He would make sense of it later, he was just seeing things, that had to be it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 03:38:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve and Everyone <br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> When Gamoran stood there next to her watching the scene before them and spoke, she jumped slightly. He had snuck up on her and she had no idea how he did that. It was hard to get the drop on her but then again her mind was reeling with other things the past few hours. She shook her long blonde locks in reply and spoke calmly while keeping her eyes on the scene before her.<br><br><strong>"I... I'm not sure Gamoran. Maybe if we take him out but not kill him. I don't know what Logan did to make him so mad but that is one raging animal."</strong><br><br>Just then Johnny came around and shouted that the werewolf was indeed friend and not foe and she shrugged a little having no clue that, that was the case. She looked to the flaming former Fantastic member and then back to Gamoran.<br><br><strong>"I guess not. Just wait and see what Steve says."</strong><br><br>Carol stood there as John came out of his room wearing next to nothing. Her eyes roamed his form instinctively and she felt her cheeks flush a little at her own thoughts that raced through at such a sight. Biting her lip to keep from saying anything embarrassing, she watched as the fight halted at the sight of Ares, as John suddenly grew larger and shifted into the form she had seen him grow to before, earlier that evening. Her bright blue eyes widened, still amazed and nearly scared to see him in such a state. He wasn't the sexy young jock she had first met, he was a God. A God of War at that and he had that blood lust in his eyes and in his voice to match it. The blonde beauty had remembered his vow to never hurt her until he had repaid his life debt to both her and Caroline but still part of her worried about his ability to control himself. Watching the collar on his neck shimmer she saw that it only fueled the fire in his blood and she had no idea how to stop it.<br><br><strong><em>"Hey! Break it up you two! The hell you two think you are doing! Carol! Get a hold of John!" </em></strong> <br><br>She looked over at Steve as he just told -her- to get hold of John. As if she could reach into Ares and pull John out! It wasn't as easy as all that. She stared at the War god for a moment and saw his Axe, knowing it sought out as much bloodshed as he would. Carol thought long and hard and Ororo's voice echoed in her head. There was a time that some villains or at least tales of such, where hugs or love.. or whatever would snap someone out of a state that they weren't normally meant for. Carol took in a long deep breath and prepared herself to get tossed down the hallway just as Jack had done to Logan. Lifting herself upward the air around her swirled every so slightly causing her long blonde tresses to fly upward a little before she flew right at Ares and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing his lips soundly. Her body pressed up close and tight to his as she just let it out. She had wanted to do that before but thought it was too soon. Maybe this was too soon and she'd find out quickly just how soon that was. There was really only two outcomes to that. He would either A-knock her off and send her flying down the hallway out of his way like a bug getting swatted off a horses ass, or B-he's pause in what he was doing and possibly cool down a little. She was hoping for B, but was prepared for A if it should come.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 06:23:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Ares / John Aaron<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Caroline, Jack, Steve, Logan, and Carol.<br><hr><br><br>When his ax came down, the rubber tile scattered like confetti and the steel beneath had caved in with a resonating howl, leaving behind a wedge-like depression. The imp and his beast managed to evade his swing with the aid of the blond man from before and Caroline. Ares retracted his ax, and on impulse, he swung the blade for the nearest target. His hand turned, the ax-blade turning horizontally as he swung it for the small of Caroline’s back as she pinned Jack against the wall. His mind had the attack already strategized. With enough force, he could perhaps dent her metallic flesh and force her to crush Jack against the wall.<br><br><em>Stop!</em><br><br>The god’s arm bent to cut the ax’s reach short as it swung out of the pair’s reach. The weight of the weapon carried him into a counter-clockwise turn. His teeth were bared in disgust as he recalled the promise he had made with Carol. He owed Caroline his life too.<br><br><em>Curse that vow</em>, Ares angrily thought.<br><br><strong>Carol! Get a hold of John!</strong><br><br>As Ares came out of his spin to face Carol and the others, he bellowed, “A god’s wrath cannot be contained!”<br><br>He noticed Logan marching away. “COWARD! And it cannot be so easily dismissed!”<br><br>Ares cranked back his arm, prepared to send his ax spinning down the hall for Logan’s back when he noticed Carol lunge. It had shocked the god. Had she accepted his vow to use it against him? Her arms locked about his neck and when her lips met with his, the eldritch blaze in his eyes fizzled out of existence, revealing the god’s blue, stunned eyes. The ax went spinning sloppily into the ceiling as plaster rained down after its collision.<br><br>The war god shrank within her embrace. His armor dematerialized as John’s arms crossed about Carol’s waist. His lips pulled at her own in a returned kiss before their lips broke with a wet and audible <em>smack</em>. John’s bronze eyes gazed into her blues as he frowned at her with slight confusion.<br><br>“What kind of an attack was that?” John teased. “Is this how you fight all of your battles?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 17:45:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dormitory, hallway outside Jack Russell Terrier's room<br>Tagged: Battle Royale<br><br><br><br>The grip she held on the beast was meant to serve two purposes.&nbsp; Her first priority was to restrain the beast that she pushed to the wall so forcefully.&nbsp; Beneath the liquid metal of her flesh muscles hardened and tightened to the task so that he would be held back from Logan.&nbsp; Teeth gnashed at her but all was taken with a passive grace.&nbsp; Hands held firm and her legs actually pushed into the floor beneath her to bear his weight and fury.&nbsp; The second part of her tactic was to brace for the strike that might fall from Ares to the wolf.&nbsp; Her body might be able to withstand his blow and so she sought to press her body over the fighting man in her grasp.&nbsp; Even when he growled to release him she remained in her frame until behind her she heard silence.<br><br>A peek was given behind her.&nbsp; Eyebrows lifted at the image of Carol throwing herself onto Ares for a passionate lip lock.&nbsp; Her grip slackened before she looked back at the wolf-man, so close were their faces from their struggle.&nbsp; <br><br>“Don’t start thinking you’re getting one of those.”&nbsp; Her voice shifted from the metallic vibrations to her normal tone as she shifted down in response to his decreased aggression.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 19:28:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Hallway<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Caroline<br><hr><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Anytime Bub! Don't think..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack started to bark back but the runt got a weird look look on his face when he saw the blonde guy Jack had seen on tv. Had the short shit made seen the same new cast, maybe made a similar connect? Either way it didnt matter, the punk was turning tail and leaving. He'd shifted back to human to show the metal babe he was gonna be cool and keep his shit together, but the iron maiden still wouldnt let him go, she just stared intently into his eyes with that passive expression of hers. It reminded Jack way to damn much of Samson and just like Samson Jack wasnt sure if he could hurt this woman even if he'd been inclined too. Interestingly instead of getting angry with her for innocently reminding him of the fucking head shrinker Jack actually found her presence...well calming. Maybe it was her obvious invincibility but Jack appreciated the fact that she could be literally in his face without showing any fear or disgust. Was she hiding such emotions from him behind that placid expression? Impossible to say Jack's senses were telling him that the woman was metal, solid metal through and through. There was no sweat, no heatbeat, hell she wasnt even breathing. But the metal was warm! Organic, he could tell, it was somehow alive and not dead processed ore. <br><br>From over one powerful shoulder it looked as if Ares was gonna slit the retreating twerp in two. Like fucking hell he would! God or no god that little fucker was his enemy! His prey! He was getting ready to shift once more even though rationality would tell Jack he was still trapped, but the steel chick turned to look back as well as the war god bellowed his ire. There was his chance while she was distracted! But before either could make any moves the blonde with the nice rack rocketed down the hall to tackle the angry diety....WITH HER TONGUE! <br><br>"Well fuck me!" Jack cursed in complete surprise. The tactic was insane but damn if it didnt work. "Shit, looks like even gods of war call time out to get their freak on."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Don’t start thinking you’re getting one of those.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>In spite of himself Jack couldnt help but grin his most roguish grin. The metallic amazon had shifted her own form from steel to flesh but the body was not soft like that of most women it was still powerful and possessing firm muscle. Jack found himself rather liking the sensation, he'd never been so close to such a strong and confident woman. And regardless of all his brooding over avoiding the women for their safety and his own he found this one's particular charms to appealing no to offer a flirtation.<br><br>"Aw what's the matter. Afraid you might like it a little to much?"<br><br>Ok that was old and corny as hell but if it got to her great but if it didnt Jack was still on track to keeping females at arm's length. Probably for the best if she thought him a lout. He still had no idea what would happen if he were to become intimate with a woman. The Wolf was so tied to his emotions that Jack wasnt sure that passion wouldnt call it forth. Worse he and the wolf were intergrating more and more. Six months ago he wouldnt have let this sort of thing happen. Jack was finding more and more that he didnt care so much anymore and that was troubling to what remained of his old self. Who would he be once they were completely one being? Fuck it, he'd cross that bridge when he got there. But for now....<br><br>"So unless you want to start making out and show those two how its really done how about letting me go? Cause it looks like Ive got to go and take another shower now," and noting how some of his own blood stained the powerful young woman's clothes, "and it looks like you do as well." Once again the predatory grin sprang to his face like a pouncing wolf.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 20:26:40</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran held his blade as he was told that the werewolf creature was friend and not foe.&nbsp; He was mindful enough of the situation that when the flaming figure appeared flying down the hall, something clicked in his head.&nbsp; So he was the same Human Torch that was known in the Skrull systems as a deadly foe along with his teammates, the Fantastic Four.&nbsp; He made a mental note and was about to sheath his blade when he felt a palpable presence from the side... he bore witness to the speech and transformation of the god of war, noting the change in stance.&nbsp; He could instantly tell that this one truly knew how to fight.&nbsp; He smoothly stepped to the side to avoid being bowled over by the angry god as he swung his axe overhead between the two combatants.&nbsp; He studied his style with discerning eyes... heavily offensive with little to no finesse, he noted.&nbsp; He wasn't sure, but he thought if it came down to it he could possibly break his defenses.&nbsp; Like most big, tough foes, he seemed to count on the fact that he was big, tough and strong.&nbsp; His mind formulated various scenarios on how best to kill him and- he frowned at himself.&nbsp; He needed to stop planning his allies' demises, even if it were just a 'just in case' thing.&nbsp; He witnessed Carol fly in and stop the raging god in a very interesting way.&nbsp; He blinked and tilted his head, shrugging.<br><br><strong>"Unorthodox, but effective."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Dorm Common Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny blinked as his actions were all but ignored by Jack and Logan, who didn't seem to mind the heat from his fiery aura.&nbsp; The Human Torch shook his head and was about to force his way between them even if he had to burn the two of them to do it, when he heard a battle cry behind him just as Colossus grappled Jack from behind.&nbsp; He spun around and his eyes went wide as he saw an enormous axe about to cut him in two.&nbsp; Something told him he should move rather than trying to melt it, so he deftly flew to the side to avoid the massive downward blow.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"What in the FF?"</strong><br><br>He took note of Steve shouting to Carol to restrain Ares... he was prepared to assist when he saw her press up to him and kiss him in a way that told him the two of them were probably more than just friends.&nbsp; <em>Well, there goes my chance with her</em>, he thought.&nbsp; <em>I hate it when they already have a boyfriend.</em>&nbsp; Johnny just hovered there, staring at the scenario.&nbsp; Jack was now flirting with Caroline and Logan had stormed off.&nbsp; The whole area was wrecked and/or covered in blood and Ares had shifted into a teenager.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Can someone tell me what just happened?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 20:45:57</strong>
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				(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/3133/105610-91445-spider-woman.jpg)<br>Name: Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman,<br>Location: Hallway<br>Tagged, Rest of the Avengers<br><br>Jessica was so relaived when Steve said she could join the team, they just hand to confrim it with some others. Jessica put her bagg down and was just heading over to pick up a delicious slice of pizza when an aful sound ran out through the building. Jess was starled, where the Avengers under attack. They all rushed out of the common room leaving the young bruentte behind. <br>"But...I...UH....DO you guys need any help?" She questioned not knowing weather to suit up ore not. Jessica decided it was best to do just that she lunged at her back and opened it quickly. Tossing off her civillian clothes, shrugging off her jacket, peeling off her jeans and boots and stepping into her trademark Red and White Spider-Woman costume. <br><br>She then ran towards the door franticlly trying to pull up her mask. When she was done she stumbled out into the hallway just to see the back end of the conflcit. More young Avengers were standing here, once Again jessica was un-sure who was who. From what she could tell they weren`t been attacked but rather were engaged in a domestic struggle. Still hormones coupled with super-powers this was par for the corse. Jess took a position behind Johnny Strom AKA the human Torch. He asked what just happened. Jess leaned in. <br>"Em....Does this happen alot?" She asked, feeling rather nieve and a tad embrassed she had fully suited up, now she looked super eager keen. Desperate was never a attractive quality, ore so she had read.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 18:13:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway with the rest of the Avengers <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Jessica and Johnny <hr><br>Steve watched Logan go, insults still tossed in his direction by the man who had shifted into a werewolf. Caroline was still standing vigilantly over him and Carol seemed to have suppressed Jon enough to revert him to his old self. <br><br>Walking next to Johnny and the now suited Jessica he shook his head. "Your guess is as good as mine, but I am going to have to watch over those two..." He said, confusion in his voice not over the fight but over the way Logan had looked at him. <br><br>"Nice outfit." He commented to Jessica, grinning at the fact she had changed and arrived on the scene. "Well if everything is under order, I will take this as a sign to call it a night." Steve added, more than ready for that particular day to end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 20:06:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Dorms Hallway<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone <br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol felt his anger rescinding and nearly smiled against his lips. She had gotten her kiss she had wanted and she did exactly as her Captain had said to do. She diffused the situation with Ares. As he slipped his arms around her she nearly melted and all plans to knock him out went out of her mind. She didn't need to knock him out now, but he was sure to make her weak kneed with how he held her to him. The press of his naked chest against her and the smell of his skin so close to her. The taste of his lips on hers made her lick her lips again just to taste him once more. She let her fingers brush over his hair for the briefest of moments before she rested her arms at his chest. The teasing words that followed left her chuckling as she stayed in her place completely unaware of the looks they were getting, or rather that she was getting. Ms Marvel almost never kissed a foe, okay, she never had, but there was a first for everything. Especially if the foe was one as alluring as Ares was or should that be dangerous, even still it was worth it. She whispered back breathlessly against his lips as she stared up at him with brilliant blue eyes before blushing and slipping free of his embrace, albeit reluctantly.<br><br><strong>"Most of my foes end up dazed but not because of a kiss of my lips, more like a kiss of my fist. Which would you have preferred?"</strong><br><br>The lovely blonde heroine didn't hear what Jack had said and it was probably good she didn't. After finally coming back to reality she realized others were around and she pulled away completely from John and gave him a smile. She definitely couldn't be angry with him now. Damn. Glancing up and down the hallway she looked back toward Steve and gave him a blushing half smiled shrug.<br><br><strong>"Umm.. so... is everything all good now?"</strong><br><br>Carol didn't see Ororo anywhere and she made not of the Johnny Storm looked at her and then Gamoran soon after. Steve seemed to be talking without a care for what had just happened to some masked avenger? Was that Spider woman? Why was she all geared up in her costume? Carol finally looked the opposite direction toward Caroline and Jack and saw she had things in good control there even if there was a little tension between the two of them. If she had been more focused on them she might have chuckled at the teasing but as it was, she didn't hear what was being said. Her mind was still a little muddled with what had just happened with Ares. Was it Ares she kissed or John? But wasn't John also Ares? <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 05:57:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, then his bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone<br><hr><br><br><strong>Most of my foes end up dazed but not because of a kiss of my lips, more like a kiss of my fist. Which would you have preferred?</strong><br><br>John’s lips parted in a half-grin as he returned on a low, murmuring breath, “You have already given me what I prefer.”<br><br>When Carol pulled away from him in embarrassment, John continued to watch her like a lion. The smile was still on his face as his mocha eyes traced lines along the curves of her hips. How did this creature stop him? She wasn’t Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, and mistress of charm and song. She was a mere mortal woman…a sexy mortal woman………a very sexy mortal woman, and he knew not how desired she was amongst the other males that stood in the hallway.<br><br>John approached Carol from behind and upon passing her, their shoulders inches from touching, he turned his head and audibly breathed in her strawberry shampoo upon his passing. His back was to her when he came beneath his ax and held his hands out to catch the enormous weapon. Its weight had shaken his stance a little when it landed in his clutches. Holding it once again at port arms, John frowned and announced, “I am going back to bed. If I am disturbed again, ‘a kiss’ will not deter me from taking this tower down to its foundations. I will bring it down, and then piss out the flames when the Candle Man’s (Human Torch) corpse lights fire to his casket.”<br><br>John turned and shouldered his ax. The god didn’t seem to care that he was marching around in his undergarments and that he had embarrassed Carol. He felt she had nothing to be ashamed of. He was a god after all and what woman could resist a god? His eyes slid over to Carol to once again gaze upon her glowing face. He knew how to stare someone to their knees, and he had refrained from saying what was on his mind that moment for he felt he had said enough for the evening, but his eyes said what his lips didn’t.<br><br><em>I’m still patient, and I await the day you find your way to my quarters,</em> John thought. The kiss they shared John perceived as a confession. She loved him, and for not putting an ax in her back the moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, he knew that he loved her too. John’s love for Carol conflicted with Ares’s love for war, but they were gradually becoming shared affections as he had said to her, he and Ares were the same being; but as John, he could perceive the feelings of mortals and understand them.<br><br>John passed her and was coming across Caroline and the werewolf on his right. His eyes fell to the golden letters across the round, solid muscles of her steel bottom.<br><br>“Gold’s Gym,” John read aloud. It had been the only thing he said before he turned to his gaping room door and retired for the night (again).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 18:14:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/images/2011/pauline-nordin-headshot.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Dormitory, Girl's bathroom stall<br>Tagged: Anyone that follows<br><br><br><br><br>Caroline was reluctant to make use of jokes about the man’s abilities in retort for his words.&nbsp; So often had people ridiculed her body and size, which she believed were simply linked to her powers.&nbsp; Somehow she believed her body had grown to its size in order to better handle the metallic surface of her flesh.&nbsp; Insults came to mind, playful they might be but she did not wish to use barbs on him.&nbsp; The man had obviously been through enough and had his own battles to wage.&nbsp; Instead of insults she simply gave a shake of her head before stepping back from him.&nbsp; Eyes tracked over toward Carol and the figure of Ares whose infamy was growing each day here.&nbsp; <br><br>Mention of the blood on her body caused her to look down.&nbsp; Her passive expression shifted to one of disgust while the blood soaked into the material of her shirt and then her shorts.&nbsp; The dark confines of the bra kept her protected from exposure but did little to keep the blood from her skin and ruining her clothes for the second time today.&nbsp; Fingers curled into a pair of fists but were soon relaxed.&nbsp; There would be no sense lashing out at Jack or even the wall.&nbsp; Neither of them would fix her clothing situation.&nbsp; A bit of the pizza started to come up from her stomach at the heavy scent of blood on her body, on Jack’s and along the hallway.&nbsp; That metallic and heavy smell nearly suffocated her so that she was forced to turn away.&nbsp; <br><br>“I have to shower.”&nbsp; <br><br>A hand went up to give them a wave while the other came up to push against her mouth.&nbsp; Quick steps were taken to the woman’s side of the dormitory so that she could dispense with the necessary formalities of nausea in the bathroom.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 15:26:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny shook his head at the query of the now spandex-clad Spider-Woman.&nbsp; He loved working with superheroines... such tight, form fitting outfits that showed off every curve and gorgeous nuance of their fit bodies.&nbsp; He shrugged a bit at her.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"I wouldn't know.&nbsp; I just got here today."</strong><br><br>He caught Ares' comment about 'candle man' and stiffened with a frown.&nbsp; He shook his head and landed, his flame dying down to reveal his handsome features again.<br><br><strong>"All I know is to stay away from Carol's crazy boyfriend."</strong><br><br>He frowned as Caroline walked off, looking like she was about to be sick.&nbsp; He considered going after her, but first he needed to make sure his friend was ok.&nbsp; He looked at Jack and raised a brow.<br><br><strong>"You alright, man?"</strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran frowned as he watched Ares destroy more of the Avengers Tower.&nbsp; This was exactly the kind of unchecked behavior that Storm had warned him and everyone else about.&nbsp; He recalled his vow to her and calmly walked toward the god who had transformed back to his mortal form.&nbsp; The green-skinned alien did not seem on guard at all, but looks could certainly be deceiving.&nbsp; Just before John disappeared into the door to his chambers, Gamoran offered a cool look to the god of war and spoke in a calm, collected voice.<br><br><strong>"It seems that the task of keeping you in line falls upon me, which I don't mind.&nbsp; Ares... John... whatever you want to call yourself... you will not threaten teammates, nor will you cause destruction to this tower from this point on."</strong><br><br>He paused.<br><br><strong>"I get the need to kill... more than you know.&nbsp; I get it.&nbsp; However, that is not the way of this world.&nbsp; I've taken a vow to fit in here and help to safeguard the people of this planet.&nbsp; That's why I'm here and that's why you're here as well.&nbsp; I'm just here to give you fair warning that should you ever become more of a liability than you're worth, I will take you out for the safety of this world."</strong><br><br>He offered a smile, a thin veil scarcely concealing a predatory look.&nbsp; He was very obviously not afraid of the god in the slightest.&nbsp; He placed a hand on the hilt of the short blade he carried at his side.<br><br><strong>"You may be a god, but this weapon is called the Godslayer.&nbsp; It has ended the lives of powerful beings who thought themselves immortal before."</strong><br><br>His smile faded and he tilted his head.<br><br><strong>"But then, you're no fool, are you?&nbsp; You're not going to force my hand, right?"</strong><br><br>He was almost certain he could take the god if needs be.&nbsp; Hopefully Ares wouldn't react rashly and Gamoran's confidence wouldn't be tested quite yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 16:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Hallway<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Caroline, Steve, Johnny,&nbsp; Anyone in hall<br><hr><br><br>Jack waited to see if the powerful young woman would rise to his bait or not. Expectations warred with desired and admonishments within him. Jack wasnt certain of what he wanted to happen next but what did happen troubled him. This serene giantess was disturbed to find blood (HIS BLOOD) soaked into her clothing, blossoming into rich, red flowers of gore. He face so placid in battle twisted into an expression of loathing upon discovering his blood staining her clothes. He watched her fists clench and Jack realized she might well hit him, and he deserved it. He readied himself, forcing his body to relax, to take whatever she wanted to hit him with. He was a fucking asshole and Jack wished she would smash him good.<br><br>&lt;All that fucking bullshit you preached toyourself about not losing control, not giving in and being the monster the fucking danger SHIELD says you are and what do you do Jackie boy? Why you go and pick a fight day one, and not just any fight you go and get into a blood bath with another feral! Smart, thats using your head wolf boy! Just look at this mess! Just look at what youve done to this nice girl who didnt do a damn thing to you. Asshole.&gt;<br><br>Jack waiting, looking up at the tall woman, still meeting her eye, willing to except his punishment for being a lout and a total jerk. But the muscular girl uncurled her fingers and let them hang loosely at her sides. She turned away from Jack starting down the hall to her own room he was certain. Jack could see the tension bunch in her shoulders, saw her hitch ever so slightly as she passed through the abbatoir of a hallway. It made her sick her realized. She was disgusted not by what he was but clearly by what he had done here and that filled Jack with a sense of shame and self loathing. Always thinking about how shit affected himself and never considering how his actions might impact others.<br><br>&lt;way to go Jack, way to go&gt;<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I have to shower.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"uh, yeah...I...." Jack wanted to call after her, to say more, to let this strong woman know that he deeply regretted staining her with his blood. His monster's blood. Fuck for all he knew his blood might carry the magical infection. Seemed unlikely but Jack was deep into the act of mentally beating himself to a bloody pulp. Instead he hung his head, face flushing with his shame.<br><br>"So fucking stupid Jack," he muttered low.<br><br>Jack began to walk over to Johnny, not sure if it was ok to even approach him after making sure an ass, a total monster of himself. He'd thought finally tearing into someone who could take it would have been so freeing, and it had been...until the aftermath anyway.<br><br>"Just a little misunderstanding Johnny. Me and the hairball got into a pissing match and got a little carried away." Jack was sounding, contrite, not so much like the Jack Johnny had come to know. Not so much the brash young man from earlier."<br><br><br>Jack looked to the one who seemed to be in charge, the kid he's seen on the news with the most famous of all shields. <br><br>"Anybody know where the supply closet is around here? I should clean up this mess as best I can. I doubt anybody wants to wake up to dried blood everywhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 23:53:57</strong>
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				(http://gamesnet.vo.llnwd.net/o1/gamestar/objects/123973_main.jpg)<br>Name: Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman,<br>Location: Hallway<br>Tagged, Steve Rogers. <br><br>Jessica did feel like a eager beever in getting into costume so soon. She wanted to make a good impresion. Turning back towards Steve Rogers she smiled. He wanted to turn in for the day, still she was un-sure if she was staying here ore going back to her&nbsp; apartment. <br>This inner fight was rather off putting but given what she belived these Avengers had gone through. She knew she could offer her experiance as well as her abilities. "So do you guys have a spare room here?" The brunette asked quietly. Reaching up she removed her mask to eveal her youthful looking face. She smiled at him, he was very handsome. Her mind went back to the SHEILD files that she had sen recently. Steve Rogers was a young man out of time, a super solider from the second world war. She was guessing that he was the teams feild leader. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 00:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gamoran<br><hr><br><br>John turned his head, presenting his ear over his shoulder as he overheard someone speaking to him in an authoritative manner. He frowned deeply before he whirled around, the axe lowered from his shoulder, and was clenched in his hand as though he would use it any moment. It was the green man from before. John stopped not even a foot from Gamoran as he stared directly into his eyes and listened as he went on about “keeping you in line,” “destruction to this tower,” and so on.<br><br>When the green man was finished flapping his gums, John sneered at the alien, grinning maliciously.<br><br>“You’re wrong, Green Man. I’m here because I have no choice. I have no intention of protecting the mortals here on this planet. I am the God of War, not the God of Protection or Defense. Perhaps you should have recruited my sister, she’s more suited for those kinds of things…Your blade may be called the Godslayer, but you and your blade don’t share the same name. You challenge me, Green Man, and I’ll bring war to this world, then we’ll see how many gods your sword can slay when you and this realm are grounded in the Underworld.”<br><br>John’s grin remained frozen on his face as he continued to stare down Gamoran, daring him to make the first move. “Make your move, and pray to the gods it kills me for I won’t be so merciful.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 00:46:03</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Dorms Hallway then Girls Bathroom<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Everyone, Ares, Gamoran, Steve, Caroline<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol wasn't Aphrodite, nor could she ever compete with such a female. She noted the way John looked at her and it made her tingle down to the tips of her toes. It wasn't long after that she noticed Caroline turning as green as Gamoran and then the alien approached John and stated what he was about. She sighed deeply and glanced to Steve and then back again when she realized what Johnny Storm had said.<br><br><em>"All I know is to stay away from Carol's crazy boyfriend."</em><br><br>She rose a brow and then realized how someone could take that kiss to mean such a thing. Wanting to correct him, but realizing if she did it would seem like she kissed random guys or even new acquaintances as though it were nothing. This was not the case. It was true she was infatuated with the God of War's human side but she was not in love with Ares himself. Before she could say anything on the matter that Gamoran spoke of, Ares turned and looked back at the green skinned man and gave an ultimatum. It was not turning out to be the best of days or evenings or hell, not even a great beginning to this group at all. Stepping up between the men she place a hand on either chest. Her fingers splayed out to each side as she looked to each in turn.<br><br><strong>"There will be no fighting in this group. We are here to work together as a group. Gamoran, Ares is not your responsibility. He was placed here by SHIELD, and if there is an issue with him, they will handle it. Ares, you may not be here of your own accord but there must be a good reason why you are here, I'd suggest you take it to heart so you can complete what you need to. Threatening our realm and our people will not gain you what you need, it can only serve to hinder you. Now if you both can simmer down, I am going to make sure Caroline doesn't get dinner in her hair. I am trusting you both to calm and diffuse this situation now."</strong><br><br>She glanced toward Steve in askance that he take control here and find the peace they need to get through at least the night for now. Between rough fights, hot headed arrogance, pissing matches, breath taking kisses, and now world ending promises, she was ready to call it a night and be done. However, first she had to check in on her friend and teammate. Without another word, Carol moved past them both, giving one more glance to each male, her eyes begging Ares and then asking Gamoran, to each back down. She disappeared down the hallway then and into the bathroom.<br><br><strong>"Caroline? You okay?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 03:31:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/4280/stormunleashedsm.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Ororo Munroe / Storm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower interior, Common Room &amp; Carol's Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><hr><br>A small brown cardboard box held the meager possessions that she had placed in the office. The job, as it was seemed to be easy, something she could do at first, a job that SHIELD had asked her to do. But now, with the security camera having recorded the events in the hallway outside some of the men's dormitory rooms and Ares threatening to destroy the entire world she was the first to tell the director that there is no possible way she could lead this team, or even act as an administrator. She could not control the violet tempers and the deities threatening to destroy everything that exists and that is exactly what she told the director.<br><br>Whoever was going to be saddled with that particular job, she did not know, and she did feel sorry for whoever it was that the responsibility fell to, or whoever SHIELD would bring in to take over those duties. She glances down at one of the photographs which gently set atop of small knick-knacks a photograph of herself, her mother and her younger sister standing in front of one of the many 'tourist attractions' in the city. Perhaps that is something she will do with her free time now, visit her family more. As the elevator stops at the dormitory floor she turns and moves toward the collection of doors which was set aside for the female members of the team. Passing two doors before stopping in front of her own. One arm supporting the small box on the bottom she reaches out and opens the plain looking door. The door closing softly as she enters her own room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-12-2011, 03:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway with the rest of the Avengers <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The remaining Avengers <hr><br>Finally the commotion seemed to be dying down at last and with a final glance at the only person in full attire he motioned her towards the retreating girls. <strong>"Go on with them, they should be able to find a place for you tonight."</strong> He suggested before turning to face Jack. <br><br><strong>"You guys need to look up boxing."</strong> He said with a good intended jest before realizing the tension between the other two. <strong>"Hey, unless your helping clean up the mess, hit the hay."</strong> Steve suddenly barked out an order at the two like he had to some others a long long time ago. It was a unique sense of deja-vu mixed with the annoyance he had felt when the get together had suddenly come to a halt. <br><br>With everything said he moved to retrieve some cleaning supplies, the words in his mind playing over again and again from Ororo who wanted him to oversee the motely crew of testosterone and femme fatales. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 15:08:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Gamoran<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny couldn't believe what he was witnessing.&nbsp; The green skinned guy had just essentially threatened to kill the big guy with the axe with some freaky magic sword and the guy with the axe retorted by threatening the entire world.&nbsp; He wondered if he would have to end up teaming up with the Fantastic Four again just to take down the villains of the Avengers!&nbsp; He shook his head.<br><strong><br>"You guys are talking like the worst kind of villains... did you know that?&nbsp; This is crazy."</strong><br><br>Then Carol stepped in and tried her best to diffuse the situation.&nbsp; Her words were wise, and as she walked off, his eyes were drawn to her hips and ass as they swayed.&nbsp; Damn, she was a hot one... and he would know.&nbsp; He glanced back toward the two potential combatants.<br><br><strong>"She's right.&nbsp; So are we good now?"</strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran blinked.&nbsp; Maybe the big guy -was- a fool.&nbsp; He was about to speak when he felt Carol's soft hand on his chest and he stopped, listening to her.&nbsp; He shook his head inwardly.&nbsp; She was biased in his view due to her infatuation with Ares, and thus her words had no merit to him.&nbsp; As she walked off, he did not watch her.&nbsp; Instead his eyes remained fixed on the supposed god of war.&nbsp; They narrowed as he spoke.<br><br><strong>"You truly are a fool then, Ares.&nbsp; You are not only stupid enough to not fear me, you are arrogant enough to think that this world is defenseless against you and your ilk.&nbsp; I know better.&nbsp; Unlike yourself, I have been doing research on this orb."</strong><br><br>He paused... shaking his head ever so slightly.<br><br><strong>"I don't fear your 'wrath', for I could kill you in your sleep if I so wished.&nbsp; As it stands, it would appear that you have forced my hand"...</strong><br><br>He began to move, Godslayer drawn, speaking in return to Johnny.<br><br><strong>"His type never listens, Johnny.&nbsp; Gotta take him down and quickly"...</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Enough is Enough</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StrangeHead.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Steven Strange / Doctor Strange<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mystically Trained - Earth's Sorcerer Supreme<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Gamoran<br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Strange.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Enough!!!"</strong><br><br>The word reverberated with power and seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.&nbsp; Then the echoing sound of an incantation could be heard.<br><br><strong>"In Grav An Ex Por Xen!&nbsp; I call upon the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!"</strong><br><br>As the startled Gamoran launched himself at Ares, he found himself restrained as multiple bands of red energy manifested around both him and Ares, preventing either from moving from where they stood.&nbsp; A flash of light heralded the arrival of a handsome man garbed in blue and white, with a cloak of red trimmed in gold.&nbsp; He had short black hair with slight streaks of white on the sides, along with a neatly trimmed goatee.&nbsp; His eyes were currently glowing a soft blue.&nbsp; Around his neck was an artifact of great power... an amulet with a depiction of a single eye in the center.&nbsp; Arcane energy trailed from his fingers as he shook his head at the two who were about to battle.<br><br><strong>"Do not attempt to move, for I assure you it would be in vain.&nbsp; The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak are the ultimate form of restraint in the entire multiverse.&nbsp; Not even the Hulk could break free from them.&nbsp; Calm yourselves and hear me.&nbsp; I am Doctor Strange... Sorcerer Supreme of this dimension.&nbsp; I have been asked to watch over the Avengers and offer what assistance I can.&nbsp; I will be handling the administration side of things, or rather my associate will.&nbsp; I will prevent anyone from causing any disruptions around here.&nbsp; Unfortunately, this puts me in the unwanted job of babysitting the two of you."</strong><br><br>He frowned.<br><br><strong>"That means no fighting for either of you unless you are battling villains or sparring.&nbsp; No threatening to kill fellow teammates."</strong><br><br>He glanced to Ares.<br><br><strong>"No threatening this world... especially when those threats are empty.&nbsp; I had an interesting discussion with your father and Hephestus, Ares.&nbsp; You're doing a poor job of learning humility thus far, I must say."</strong><br><br>He sighed... shaking his head again.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I will not hesitate to place either of you in the Crossroads dimension if you get out of line.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-12-2011, 03:38:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/paulinepic6big.jpg)</div>Name/Alias: Caroline Sidorov "Colossus"<br>Location: Girl's Showers<br>Tagged: Carol<br><br><br>Blood dripped inside the trash can.&nbsp; Droplets of the thick, red liquid made their way down the cheap plastic bag along the inside.&nbsp; Streaks played out along the surface as those molecules struggled for purchase, joined together in their efforts to return themselves to the fibers of her shirt.&nbsp; Gravity pulled on them and the white threads of the discarded top could not hold onto what marred its surface.&nbsp; From the rim of the garbage can the top hung, forsaken now alongside the underwear and shorts Caroline had worn to dinner.&nbsp; All the clothing of the day discarded, just like the dress in her room.&nbsp; The fact that her wardrobe was suffering twice in twenty-four hours was not lost on her.&nbsp; Still, for the time being she did not care.&nbsp; The evening meal was lost as well, dumped into a stall before she retreated to the sanctity of the showers.<br><br>Steam billowed out from the corners of the room.&nbsp; Hot water, enough to scald the flesh crawled over her flesh with a deliberate intent.&nbsp; Blood was scoured from her skin as a toxin burned from a building.&nbsp; Deep ravines of muscle were flooded with the hot liquid while she stood beneath the nozzle.&nbsp; Muscles were tight against another wave of nausea but there was nothing left to dispense.&nbsp; So she only gagged and tried to breath in the fresh scent of the showers.&nbsp; Below her streams of the dark liquid mixed with the water, pooling at the drain before disappearing forever.&nbsp; Carol had not missed much time and so the blood was still considerable on Caroline’s person.<br><br>Eyes turned toward her, peering from over the muscle of her arm.&nbsp; A shift was done so that the more intimate parts of her body could be hidden.&nbsp; Caroline had grown up with a house of sisters and so was used to moments of nudity, despite efforts to avoid them.&nbsp; Carol’s presence did not embarrass her so much as give her concern that the other might take offense.<br><br>“I…there was too much blood.&nbsp; Kind of wimpy for a super hero huh?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 21:10:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3095/katherineheigly.jpg)</div> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Girls Bathroom<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Caroline<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> As Carol stood there in the room as it slowly filled with steam she looked over at the large but lovely female and couldn't help but look over her body. The muscles were visible where normally there would be soft curves. The blonde heroine smiled to Caroline and shook her head some before stepping closer. The scent of blood and bile was not amiss as there was enough of it to permeate the air. Pushing back her long pale locks, Carol finally just stripped down free of her clothing and moved over to the shower with Caroline. It wasn't anything intimate or even meant to be portrayed as such but to a passerby it could be viewed differently. Sliding and arm around the woman she pulled the dark hair back from her face and replied softly to her.<br><br><strong>"Not wimpy at all. Everyone has their weaknesses. I do have a few of my own. I fall in love too easily and get my heartbroken often. I am also very afraid of failure. I can be a little self destructive when I make mistakes or think others have been let down by me. I'm sure there is lots more to me but everyday I learn more about how to handle the world and being super. You just need support and love to survive. If you're willing to let me help you, I'd like to be your friend. A good friend you can talk to and such. If you want."</strong><br><br>Here Carol wasn't Miss Marvel. She was Carol.&nbsp; A friend and real person with real feelings. She looked into the larger woman's eyes with her own sparkling blue ones she gave her a sincere look of friendship and care. She really did want to help Caroline. She needed the friendship as much as she wanted to give it. Standing there naked now, she felt the chill of the room and lack of heat that Caroline may have had from the running water. However, through it she stayed her place and continued to hold the other girls hair back in case she got sick again.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 05:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gamoran<br><hr><br><br>As Carol placed her soft hand upon his chest, the teen’s eyes didn’t flee from Gamoran’s. They remained persisted with their piercing stare. The green man would have had to not come from earth to dare challenge a god, if it hadn’t been for the necklace about his neck, he would have killed him where he stood, but he had experienced how Hephaestus’s magic could withhold his bloodlust in his earlier bout. Weakness; it wasn’t of his own doing. John knew that Ares was far from weak, but here on the Mortal Plane with this magic, he had felt it for the first time, and it disturbed him.<br><br><strong>Ares, you may not be here of your own accord but there must be a good reason why you are here, I'd suggest you take it to heart so you can complete what you need to. Threatening our realm and our people will not gain you what you need, it can only serve to hinder you.</strong><br><br>What Carol had said was the wisest advice he’s heard all day. He hadn’t come to this realm to play around on some SHIELD team or whatever, he had come to find a way to remove the collar that was about his neck so he could return to Olympus to wage war against his father.<br><br>Steve was ignored. He had seen how he commanded Carol around, and he was beginning to think that she was his servant or concubine with how she obeyed him. John and Ares took orders from no one. He didn’t take orders from his own father or mother.<br><br><strong>You truly are a fool then, Ares. You are not only stupid enough to not fear me, you are arrogant enough to think that this world is defenseless against you and your ilk. I know better. Unlike yourself, I have been doing research on this orb…I don't fear your 'wrath', for I could kill you in your sleep if I so wished.&nbsp; As it stands, it would appear that you have forced my hand…</strong><br><br>John swung the ax behind him with such strength that his feet slid back a few feet across the floor, and the action had brought a burning to his soles. He stopped just within the doorway of his bedroom, no longer John but Ares giving the alien an unkind sneer.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:&nbsp; Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gamoran and Dr. Strange<br><hr><br><br>“Kill me in my sleep? Is that how you kill gods? You and that sword are best slaughtering sheep!”<br><br><strong>His type never listens, Johnny.&nbsp; Gotta take him down and quickly</strong><br><br>Ares charged swinging the ax forward in an upward motion as his right hand rose to his hip in preparatory defense.<br><br><strong>Enough!</strong><br><br>The voice boomed like a storm, and as red bands wrapped about him, Ares found himself unable to move or even budge. His left arm was stretched out in preparation of raising the ax upward. The god bore his teeth as he tried to struggle free of the magic that bound him, but not even his muscles could twitch to his command.<br><br><strong>Do not attempt to move, for I assure you it would be in vain.&nbsp; The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak are the ultimate form of restraint in the entire multiverse.&nbsp; Not even the Hulk could break free from them.</strong><br><br>“I am not the Hulk!” Ares hissed through his teeth before he resumed his struggling attempts. <em>This damned magic!</em><br><br><strong>No threatening this world... especially when those threats are empty.&nbsp; I had an interesting discussion with your father and Hephestus, Ares.&nbsp; You're doing a poor job of learning humility thus far, I must say.</strong><br><br>Ares had ceased his struggling though it was hard to tell since he couldn’t move an inch any way. At the mention of his father and Hephaestus, his frown darkened. If this man was able to speak with the gods directly, then he had to have some sort of power or respect. Then again, he could have been lying. What proof did he have?<br><br>“Humility is not in my job description. What proof do you have to prove that you have spoken with my father? If you speak lies, then I will gut you like a pig!” Ares growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 12:04:51</strong>
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				(http://gamesnet.vo.llnwd.net/o1/gamestar/objects/123973_main.jpg)<br>Name: Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman,<br>Location: Hallway<br>Tagged, Logan<br><br>Steve had told her to go with the girls to finde a room. But Jessica was starting to doubt that she was going to fit in here. <br>She hadn`t been around people her own age, let alone ones with Super-powers that were so similar to hers. Her eyes flashed to the young man who had been rather dismissive to her upon her entrance. She felt more kinship to him then the beautiful young women who clearly made up this super-powerd outfit. Jessica took off down the corridor after the young man she would come to know as Logan. <br>Her feet were pit pattering quickly as the gruff young man was strideing a pace. <br>"Wait up! Wait up!" She called after him before running infront of him to stop him. "Hey! I think we got off on the wrong foot. That was pretty intense back there. You guys seem to have some major tension. Not exactly the picture that S.H.E.I.L.D painted." She said with a lop sided smile. <br><br>"I don`t think il stay here tonight. You guys seem crowded. I have my own place in the city. I can go back there tonight. But...I...em...wonderd if you wanted to patrol the city tonight? A great deal of trouble goes on in the small hours of the morning and I like to go out and blow off some steam. Fancey it?" Her voice sounding just a bit hopeful. <br>"I figure youre just as royaly screwed up as I am..." She mutterd as she nervously looked down at her costumed hands. <br><br>SPIDER-WOMAN:
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 07:49:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Hallway <hr><br>Logan looked at the suited woman with a raised brow. <br>"I don't even know the guy."<br>He said with a dismissing tone almost as if the encounter had already been put behind him as he would with her if she did not get to the point. <br><br>"I ain't one for patrolling the streets, less in some costume but if you want to blow off some stream I know a place we can get a drink." <br>Logan offered, giving a hint on what he was going to do with or without the meeting of spider woman. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 17:59:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RgNY49745w/TqUFcTpZuqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xEj-wZJ0q20/s1600/nikita-lyndsy-fonseca-0.jpg)<br><br>Name/Alias: Spider-Woman/Jessica Drew<br>Origin: Altered Human.<br>Location; Avengers Hallway<br><br>The gruff young man said firmly he wasn`t into patrolling. However he did offer the notion to go for a drink. Jessica wasn`t really one for drinking, in fact she had never actually done it. Although she had just seen this team have a full on fight she still wanted to join. To finde a place to finally belong and fit in. She sighed and nodded at his suggestion. "Why not. Just give me five minutes." She said as she headed back towards the room where they had all been eagerly enjoying pizza. She was alone and was able to change out of her skin-tight red costume and back into her street clothes. For a second she paused and looked around her, wondering if they had any security footage. They would all have seen her changing in and out of her costume. She shrugged it off, who really cared? Jess was hardly a blushing innocent young woman. <br><br>It amused her this aggressive teen wanted to drink, would they get carded? Jessica wasn`t even sure she could get drunk. Maybe her farther and those Hydra scientists put something in her bloodstream to combat intoxication. One way to find out. <br>Once she was changed into her jeans, boots, white vest and sleeveless huddey she was ready to go. Jessica Drew ready for action. <br>She found Logan still waiting in the hallway. True to her word she took less then five minutes. "I forgot you’re name, I’m Jessica by the way." She said holding out her hand for him to shake it. <br><br>SPIDER-WOMAN.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-12-2011, 18:36:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:&nbsp; </strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin: </strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Hallway <hr><br>"Logan." <br>He said with a nod as she offered her hand in formal greeting. In the time she had went to change he changed shirts and acquired an old leather jacket that looked three times his own age. Logan had been waiting out of curiosity mostly, he did not expect for the brunette to actually take him up on his offer to grab a drink so when she came out he nodded at the exit to the Avenger's tower towards the streets. &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117518.msg5612879#msg5612879)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2011, 21:59:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Hallway<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Steve Rogers/anyone still in hall<br><hr><br>Jack took his share of the cleaning supplies Steve had retrieved and rather morosely began to get to work. The situation, the one he had caused just wouldnt end. Now the green kid and the god of war were getting ready to thrown down and the muscle chick was puking her guts out in the ladies room thanks to him. <br><br>&lt;fucking freak show loser&gt;<br><br>Maybe SHIELD should stick his hairy ass in a cage. He started with the walls, but kept watch on the unfolding drama. If another fight ensued it would be his fault for having let that little guy get under his skin in the first place. And just look at these walls on top of all that! Claw and slash marks were everywhere. Jack couldnt help but notice that the runt's slices ran far deeper than his own. Steel blades couldnt have done that. Not to these walls Jack was sure. Whatever the runt was packing is was far harder than steel, so hard it had an edge that couldnt be dulled it seemed. The water is his bucket was starting to turn pink as blood began to color the soapy fluid. If Jack minded blood he;d probably be in the can with Caroline chucking his guts out, putting his face in somewhere never meant for a face. Jack winced at the thought of Caroline connecting him with vomiting into a public toilet. Instead of feeling good about giving into his wolfish desires Jack was feeling lower by the moment. <br><br>And it was in that moment the mage appeared! <br><br>Jack could tell in an instant, magic of magnitude could not be ignored by a creature like him, it was palpable, stronger even than the feeling Jack got from Ares! Who the hell was this guy who had an aura that was equal (or greater) than that of a god! Next thing Jack knew the combatants were snuggley wrapped in vermilion energy. And holy hells it was even holding Ares in check! Ok that was enough! Situation defused and all that Jack decided he was gonna slink away before sorcerer turned his attentions to ones responsible for all this mess and the runt (Logan a gruff voice uttered far down the hallway to the new girl) was not here to buffer any of the blame. Jack finished fast (and as well) as he could and thanks Steve for his help and offered Johnny a quick goodnight before retreating to his room to shower (again!) and hit the sack. <br><br>Fuck, what a mess! And he'd really been looking forward to running in the woods north of the city this night. Take in the new local, find out what sort of game it offered. Shit maybe some other night but for now sleep was his best option.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 01:44:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/Steveavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Steve Rodgers <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower Hallway then Dorm<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Jack<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Steve did not bother to intervene when the mage showed up, if anyone could knock some sense into them it was an actual member of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Good night." He said to Jack as he called it a night himself after parking the supplies into the janitor closet. After the clean up he needed a quick shower himself and did that before going to bed. It had been a long day, a good day even if the fight had erupted between team mates. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 12:01:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Gamoran<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny blinked as Gamoran moved to attack more swiftly than he could react to.&nbsp; He felt very slow right now and wished he had some of Quicksilver's super speed at the moment.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"No!"</strong><br><br>Then the world went all funky and Dr Strange appeared.&nbsp; Dr Strange?!&nbsp; Whoa... it had been some time since he had met the enigmatic Sorcerer Supreme.&nbsp; He listened to his words and felt a lot better.&nbsp; He had restrained both Gamoran and Ares and it looked like things were finally under control.<br><br><strong>"Man, Doc am I glad to see you!"<br></strong><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran was shocked as the bands materialized around him.&nbsp; Never had he felt so powerless, not even when he had faced that gang of thugs on that distant planet.&nbsp; He tried to struggle but to no avail.&nbsp; Gritting his teeth, he could only listen as the mage appeared and threatened both he and Ares.<br><br><strong>"Are you mad?&nbsp; I'm trying to help!&nbsp; Storm said to use my own discretion"...</strong><br><br>He avoided saying anything about Ororo telling him to keep Ares in line.&nbsp; truth be told, he wasn't sure that he would have killed the supposed god, but he wanted to hurt him... make him feel the humility that he was obviously unaccustomed to experiencing.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StrangeHead.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Steven Strange / Doctor Strange<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mystically Trained - Earth's Sorcerer Supreme<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Gamoran<br><br><br><hr><br>The Sorcerer Supreme offered a nod to Johnny as he hovered in place before them all.&nbsp; His eyes were no longer glowing but they still held an intensity that was positively otherworldly.<br><br><strong>"It is good to see you again as well, Johnny Storm."</strong><br><br>He then turned his attention to Gamoran as he spoke... Strange cut the alien off, shaking his head.<br><strong><br>"Storm is no longer in charge.&nbsp; I am.&nbsp; I will not tolerate this sort of childishness.&nbsp; From what I understand, you should have more discipline than to allow Ares to goad you into attacking him."</strong><br><br>He turned to Ares and frowned.<br><br><strong>"As for you... know this.&nbsp; I do not lie.&nbsp; Kalatrop-et ta!"</strong><br><br>As Strange uttered the odd words, power flared and Ares felt the necklace about his neck metaphysically constrict.&nbsp; In truth, Hephaestus had only given Strange basic control over the necklace he had crafted, despite what Zeus had commanded.&nbsp; Full control of anything Hephaestus created was his and his alone... but he had no issues with allowing the mage some measure of command over Ares, the god who lusted after his wife.&nbsp; This was his own way of sweet payback.&nbsp; The gods could truly be petty.&nbsp; Dr Strange uttered the words again.<br><br><strong>"Et ta."</strong><br><br>The necklace stopped constricting and once more he felt free... well, as free as one could feel given the circumstances.&nbsp; Dr Strange motioned and the bands dissipated, leaving both Gamoran and Ares free to act.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Now calm yourselves.&nbsp; Get some sleep."</strong><br><br>He paused and smiled a touch, glancing at Ares.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"One more thing.&nbsp; I was asked to give this to you."</strong><br><br>From nowhere, a scroll sealed with the golden symbol of Aphrodite floated to the god of war.&nbsp; It smelled of the goddess of love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>28-12-2011, 22:22:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:&nbsp; Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Dr. Strange<br><hr><br><br>The collar around his neck tightened and Ares’s eyes narrowed and tears collected at the corners of them. If he had known or seen a dog on a choker chain, he might have been able to relate to the feeling, but Ares was no dog. He was a god, and if the sorcerer thought jerking his chain would suddenly make him obedient, he had another thing coming.<br><br>The collar loosened and a desperate breath hissed from between his teeth before the wizard freed him from the magical bindings. Ares sank to his knees and his armor melted away, revealing John clutching his throat and filtering fresh air back into his airway. He had one hand resting on his ax and his fingers curled tightly about it. His face contorted angrily, his head remaining bowed to hide any hint of malicious intent.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Dr. Strange<br><hr><br><br><strong>One more thing. I was asked to give this to you.</strong><br><br>John glared up at Dr. Strange, and the sour expression on his face immediately vanished upon seeing the scroll in his hand. His eyes widened and he examined the scroll longer to see if it was really just that. If so, then it was true. This Dr. Strange had connections with the gods.<br><br>John’s rage was extinguished and the past altercations behind him. He stood to his feet, hefting the ax along with him. It lolled in his grip inches above the floor as he approached Dr. Strange and slowly reached for the scroll as though it were a mere dream. He felt the smooth paper, the cold shining seal, and knew instantly that it was no illusion. The sorcerer hadn’t been trying to fool him. But what did <em>she</em> want?<br><br>John’s face couldn’t remain frown-less for too long. His brows knitted together as he gave Dr. Strange a look of distrust. He didn’t know what to think of the man. Just because he gave him an important message didn’t mean anything. The teen took the scroll and silently and almost in a rush retreated to his bedroom like a villain would to his lair. His bedroom door was slammed closed and the lock drawn into place.<br><br>John set his ax against the wall behind him and broke the seal on the scroll as the golden emblem winked out of existence. Parting the paper, he held the expanded message before his eyes and gave the golden text a single glance before he closed it and growled, “You know I have no time for words. If you wish to speak with me, then do so!”<br><br>The teen cast the scroll into the hearth and as the fire roared in a blaze, the goddess Aphrodite appeared across the war god’s bed. John’s attention turned to her and his brows lifted in surprise to see she actually came. Aphrodite lay on her belly with her hands face down and forearms holding up her shoulders. Her back was arched, red lace descending her spine to her round bottom. Her cherry-blonde locks hung from her crown in wispy layers that modestly draped over her nipples. Smoothly, she hefted herself upwards, olive legs spreading to the side and bending at the knees. She had her cheek turned in the war god’s direction as a single unveiled eye opened to gaze at him and how he drank in every hint of her flesh.<br><br>“Surprised to see me? Didn’t you call?” she questioned.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:&nbsp; Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Aphrodite and Jack<br><hr><br><br>John noticed a dryness in his mouth from it being slightly agape and he quickly closed it. This was not a conversation for a mortal for John would not be able to handle the goddess’s presence. He resumed the form of Ares once more, snatched up his ax, and demanded gruffly, “Tell me what it is you want, and then leave.”<br><br>Aphrodite smiled and brushed her bangs from her face. “Was that your mortal form? He was handsome but scrawny…” Her words left in a whisper like a feather against his ear as suddenly Ares felt her breath. Her hands pressed against his back as she breathed, “Not strong like you.”<br><br>Ares hissed and whirled around, bringing his ax around with him. Aphrodite stopped the god’s swing by resting her small and dainty hand against his wrist. The gust of his swing scattered her hair into a mess and unveiled her puckered, caramel nipples. From behind the scattered mop of cherry-blonde hair, Aphrodite spoke irritably, “Really now, love. I didn’t come to fight…” She drifted like a ghost over to his bath and knelt before the water on her hands and knees. She gazed at her reflection and began brushing her hair back into shape with her fingers. Lowering her hand, she peered back at the god, blue eyes glinting from behind her heart-shaped bottom and the red thong snug between her cheeks. “I came to see you.”<br><br>Ares lowered his ax and snarled, “You deceitful witch! You stood there and watched the gods banish me!”<br><br>Aphrodite finished her hair and stood to face Ares. “Hephaestus is my husband now. If he knew I still loved you, your punishment would have been worse. Even now I risk coming to see you in secret.” She approached him like a breeze her feet hardly making a weighty sound. She inspected the collar upon his neck tracing the arcane symbols with her fingers. “Have you tried to break it?”<br><br>Ares turned away from her. “My strength is not enough.”<br><br>The goddess snaked her arms around his waist and rested her palms against his chest plate. Her body hugged his backside and she cooed, “I cannot feel you through your armor.”<br><br>Ares gazed down at her hands. “Perhaps that is a good thing.”<br><br>“Why do you avoid me? Is it because of that girl?”<br><br>Ares’s eyes suspiciously lowered to Aphrodite as she tucked her head beneath his arm and slid around to his front. She rested her hands upon his shoulders and continued to finger the collar on his neck. “What do you know of Carol?”<br><br>Aphrodite smirked. “I am the Goddess of Love, and I know all there is about love. I know that you like her…or…does your mortal like her?”<br><br>Ares fell into thoughtful silence as Aphrodite brushed her fingers along his jaw and lips, inspecting his every detail.<br><br>“She loves your mortal, but she does not love you. We both know that he isn’t you. You are the God of War, and he is but a human. She doesn’t love what you are…like I do.”<br><br>Ares turned away from the love goddess once more as he went to return his ax to the weapon’s rack. Aphrodite drifted back over to his bed and sat upon the blankets of fur.<br><br>“Isn’t that why you’re here? Because no one understands you? Father does, but he doesn’t like the consequence of you being what you are: a murderer. He should have known that being the God of War would make you so <em>ruthless</em>. It’s what I love about you, Ares. While Athena tries to strategize ways to avoid War, a product of man, you accept that it will always exist because man exists. But Carol is a sweet girl…she wants you to be John so she can love you, but we know that’s not who you are. It’s a shame.”<br><br>The war god fumed before the weapons rack as he spoke on a threatening growl, “Speak no more.”<br><br>Aphrodite rolled her eyes and sighed. She puckered her lips and blew upwards at a strand that had fallen before her eyes. “Do not get upset my love. She is just a human girl. What does she know of the gods? Say you do become John and be what she wants you to be. What does she know of our passions? I never desired you to be anyone but you. Because you are exiled from Olympus, I can love you freely down here.”<br><br>Aphrodite was once again behind him and slowly she took his helm within her hands and removed it from his head. She gazed down at the Spartan mold and ran her fingers along its headdress. It was heavier than she realized as she weighed it in her hands. She gazed at Ares who still had his back to her.<br><br>“I understand you better than anyone. Everyone wants to change you. I don’t want to change you.”<br><br>Ares finally spoke, “Does Carol love that other man?”<br><br>Aphrodite was caught off guard by the question. She thought she had him where she wanted him, and then he throws an odd ball her way. She was about to speak until she watched Ares turn around with that thoughtful look still on his face. His bronze eyes then met with her sapphires, and a witty smirk cocked on his face.<br><br>“You cannot fool me, Aphrodite. It seems that you’re not only the goddess of love, but jealousy.”<br><br>The goddess stepped back with a frown. “How dare you…me, jealous of a mortal? Her beauty does not compare to my own. Her voice couldn’t end a war!”<br><br>“But she is beautiful, and she is a mortal. Does that frighten you? The difference between you and her is that Carol loves me, and you never did.”<br><br>“I do love you!”<br><br>She was making him mad now. “I will hear no more of your blatant lies! If you loved me, you would have begged Father not to banish me and left that cripple!”<br><br>Angrily, she threw down his helm and it clamored across the stone floor. “I told you why I didn’t!”<br><br>Ares marched toward her and attempted to bind her arms, “You desire adoration from everyone, and you shall not get it from me! Get out!”<br><br>Aphrodite retaliated by giving a powerful slap to the side of his face as she snarled, “You do not command me!”<br><br>Her hand had left a red print on the side of his face that stung, and if he had been a mortal, the blow might have decapitated him with ease. She had done it now.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO OLYMPUS IN PIECES!</span></span></em><br><br>Poor Jack had the misfortune of being roomed next door. The god’s room sounded like a war had just ignited. There was the smash of one of the god’s weapon racks as hundreds of weapons began clattering to the floor, and then the walls trembled with what sounded like a grenade had exploded.<br><br>IT’S TRUE! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A DOG!<br><br>YOU WHORE!<br><br>TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME! UH! YOU BEAST!<br><br>UH! STILL YOUR TONGUE!<br><br>NEVER! UH!<br><br>I HAD YOUR GRAVE PREPARED LONG AGO!<br><br>YOU STILL HAVE MUCH DIGGING TO DO! UH! DIG DEEPER! DEEPER YOU FOOL! UH!<br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">RAAAAH~!</span></span></em><br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">SCREAM~!</span></span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>01-01-2012, 14:20:59</strong>
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				<strong>SWEET DREAMS ARE NOT MADE OF THESE</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> His room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <br><hr><br><br>Jack had fallen into a fitful but deep sleep. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in darkness, he looked about and could see nothing, not even the hand he held before his face. How could this be? He could see into the infared spectrum of light, his own body heat should have shown like the beacon from a lighthouse in such a darkness? He scented the air and smelled nothing, no sound came to his ears. What was this place he thought with fear rising within him. In fact he felt weak, like a man, like one of the monkeys. What was this? What had become of him? <br><br>Gradually a dim light began to resolve itself around Jack, as the illumination increased by degrees his all to human senses began to make out shapes in the darkness around him. A low fog hid his feet and was rising about him creeping up to the level of his knees. A lush forest was now discernable in the murk surrounding him. Tall, dark conifers stood in mute witness to his vulnerability. Even a human nose could smell the richness of the forest about him, could smell the cleansing moisture of a fresh rain in the dark air about him. Silver rays of moonlight seeped through cracks in the dense foliage to cast a dappled glow across the fog that was now nearly hip deep. What the hell was going on here? For the first time since becoming cursed with his mystical affliction Jack was truly and deeply afraid as only a mortal man could be. He cringed, alone in the dark and when he heard the first crack of a branch being deliberately crushed underfoot he gave a startled jump and yelped his surprise. Somewhere at the limits of his vision something moved in the deep mist creating silver eddies in the fog to mark its path. Jack froze in place sucking in and hold a breath, not even daring to exhale. Jack was no longer a predator he was prey!<br><br>A menacing growl issued from somewhere within the fog around him, to his left? His right? Jesus, he couldnt tell where it was coming from! He was so pathetic as a man! Just another one of the sheep now!Another growl, now closer and the thing moving in the mist was leaving a large wake. A large wake meant a large body! Jack took a faltering step back. Another rumbling growl escaped the darkness to assault his frayed nerves backing him another step from the terrible sound. Another snap of a branch and Jack straining his ears became aware of the soft sounds of footfalls across wet pine needles. Whatever was out there was letting him hear its approach, feeding on his fear and anxiety. This was not how a beast would hunt, but something evil, something that took pleasure in the kill not merely killing for sustenance. It was a perversion of nature and Jack was deathly afraid that he knew what stalked him. The throaty growl rose in volume and pitch to become a savage snarl of pure hate and Jack turned and ran for his own dear life. <br><br>A coughing roar exploded from the darkness behind him and Jack could hear claws tearing into earth and fallen branches for traction. It was hopeless of course, even in his panic Jack knew how this race was destined to end but the reptile brain, that most basic and primal part of us pushed him forward refusing the quick and clean death. It was not a thing that could accept its own end and so Jack ran blindly in the darkness till his legs ached and his lungs burned. Several times he tripped and fell over unseen obstacles. Blood ran freely from lacerations caused be sharp sticks and rough stones seeping from his hands and forearms. The smell of blood in the air seem to excite the terrible thing that pursued him but maddeningly never caught him, never put an end to this farce of him attempting to escape its claws. It was enjoying this too much, savoring his pain, his fear his complete and utter weakness. Jack let out a strangled cry of doomed frustration from his tortured lungs. Every breath was swallowing fire, his legs quivered uncontrollably threatening collapse with each passing second. <br><br>Up ahead the forest was thinning, opening up to a bright light. Salvation? Didnt matter Jack had no choice but to run and could only move and painful desperation to the blaze of brilliant whiteness before him. The light, surely such a light meant salvation from the darkness and the thing that dwelt there! Jack ran like a man with nothing left to lose and his failing body accepted his demands with a final burst of adrenaline. Jack broke into the clearing and in the great and revealing light almost toppled into the chasm below. He found not salvation instead stopping short of the edge of a cliff face that fell away into an unknowable abyss of blackness beyond the reach of even the brilliance lighting the sky before him. Jack turned his eyes skyward to see that his so called salvation was the moon hanging low and gravid in the sky. It was so close! So huge, it seemed to fill his entire view in one great pale gleam. Behind him and the edge of the wood he heard a cruel chugging growl that sounded much like the laughter of a beast if such a thing were possible. Jack turned to face the hidden monster lurking somewhere before him still hidden within shadow and forest. <br><br>He could see the fog clinging the the forest parting around some enormous dark shape. The muzzle emerged first all yellow fangs and black lips curled away from them in the parody of a smile. The fur was matted and the color of dried blood (or was it just covered in blood?), Jack couldnt tell either way in the explosion of silver radiance behind him. Fierce yellow eyes burned through the obscuring mist as the thing pressed its advance. A monstrous wolf, far more massive and muscled than any living beast since the passing of the dire wolf into extinction and history. Its eyes shown with bright triumph.<br><br>&lt;Nowhere left to run Jackie boy.&gt;<br><br>The words scrapped across his mind like claws across stone, and Jack's eyes widened in shock. The great beast moved forward and Jack could no longer retreat, his only other option way to fall away into the darkness below.<br><br>&lt;Yes boy you hear me, you see me and now you must accept me.&gt;<br><br>The Wolf stood then, like a man yet it would never be a man, it would always be a beast no matter what stance it took. It stalked closer to Jack and he turned from it gazing into the blackness below. A better end surely, quicker, cleaner, surely thr right thing to do?<br><br>&lt;You have only me or oblivion boy.&gt;<br><br>Jack's eyes sought the great pale eye of the moon hanging before him, so close it seemed he could touch it. Its silver light was somehow comforting, forgiving, he could feel it caressing his skin, seducing his senses.<br><br>&lt;Accept me boy and you will always know her love and have my power. Leave this weakness you cling to behind.&gt;<br><br>Jack turned back to face the thing that he could no longer run from....himself. He opened his arms wide and tilted his head back to expose his throat. The Wolf rocketed eagerly forward and crashed into Jack with locomotive force. Powerful arms encircled Jack crushing him to the beast. The huge mouth widened and he felt fangs puncture the soft flesh covering the most vital vessels in his body. His life was torn away as he was flung over the precipice by the force of the creature's attack. Weightless they tumbled into the dark as Jack's eyes dilated in death becoming fixed on the moon above. The moon which never shrunk away as he fell, her grace would never leave him.<br><br>Jack shot bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat his heart hammering in his chest, his entire body quaking, breathing coming out in ragged gasps. He looked upon himself an found he was covered in maroon fur, black claws curling from the ends of his fingers. His bed was ruined, sheets and mattress torn asunder beneath him. What was all that, he only changed uncontrollable during the full moon and that was a week off. Had he dreamed or was that...real? Jack didnt know what to think, he was about to try and shift back to his manform when his sense (his once again wonderfully heightened senses) brought a scent unlike any other to his nose. It was a smell so acutely female it nearly painful to his long denied body. It made his loins ache like never before and Jack burned with a bright and primal desire. It was coming from the next room, the room owned by Ares. Jack was aware of cursed flung between two gods and his senses bore witness to their passion. It was unbearable! The goddess within WAS desire and the wolf wanted her like nothing else, he MUST have her! Must take her and dominate, make her his submissive, his mate. But she was with an alpha that not even the Wolf could challenge. <br><br>Jack stormed from his room, claws clicking on the tile as he raced from the building as he loped on all fours. He must get away, must escape his need for the goddess before the Wolf pressed him to challenge Ares for the right to the female. Jack fled the school and was off the grounds within seconds. He surged into the city, he had to satisfiy at least one need if he were going to keep his sanity. Tonight he must hunt and the forest was many miles away.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 06:24:31</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 22:40:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><hr><br>His eyes opened in the pitch darkness of his bed chamber, and his nostrils breathed in the soft and sweet perfume of…roses? John was face down within his bed; the beast pelts he used for cover were bunched at the end of it though he could feel a light sheet of some sort covering his back. He rolled onto his side to feel the sheet break into what felt like numerous velvet pieces.<br><br><em>What the…</em> John thought as he sat up in his bed and stared into the dark, fearing what the light would unveil. He snapped his fingers and the hearth roared to life, bathing his room in a brilliant gold. It was everywhere…rose petals. John’s brows hiked up his forehead in shock and he glanced down at his bed to see that rose petals adorned the mattress as well. Glinting to his left, he noticed was another scroll. He grasped it and urgently parted it to see a blank page—a voice mail. As Aphrodite’s voice purred from the scroll, her words were recorded on the paper in gold text.<br><br><em>Sleep well? Of course you did after last night. I had such a wonderful visit. John is excellent with his hands. He gave me a foot and back massage. It was heavenly, and he enjoyed every moment. We both did. Oh, Ares love, I redecorated your room. There was danger at every turn. You had your nasty weapons lying everywhere, and torture devices? How barbaric. I hope you love the changes though I’m sure you’re on the verge of having another one of your fits. Well, goodbye, the husband summons. And oh yes, don’t compare me to a mortal ever again.<br><br>Love,<br><br>Aphrodite ♥</em><br><br>John’s eyes were so wide he felt the air drying them out. He gazed passed the scroll at the carpet of rose petals and rose from his bed to desperately begin searching for any weapons that might have survived Aphrodite’s butchery. He swept piles of petals left and right to find first a pink stuffed bear. John lifted the fluffy creature and stared at it in horror. He knew well of Aphrodite’s powers, but he was wondering if this was his ax or perhaps one of his swords. Lowering the bear, he regarded the rest of the room, taking in the giant monkeys, bunnies, and bears scattered about. It sapped the energy right out of him.<br><br>John dropped to his knees at the realization that all his trophies, his entire collection was gone. A fit? Is that what she called it? He was seconds away from snapping.<br><br><em>I am going to kill you…</em><br><br><em>Tear her head from her shoulders…</em><br><br><em>Mar the beauty from her skull…</em><br><br>The threats entered his mind in waves and the anger that ran through his veins was hot. His rage numbed his entire being and all he needed to do was lash out, to become Ares and wage war with his bedroom, the tower, anywhere where he could vent, but what good would that do? His anger instantly extinguished at the question, a question that only John could have comprised. He couldn’t kill. The very thing that made him the God of War was now obsolete and not even Aphrodite feared him. Like a muzzled dog, he was no longer a danger to anyone.<br><br>John stared down at the bear in his hands for a whole minute before he tossed it aside and stared into the back of his mind, searching for an answer to his new question. What now? He was trapped in a place worse than his uncle’s realm. Hades wouldn’t have taken away his ability to murder. What was a war god that couldn’t take lives?<br><br><br>John sat in the far corner of his empty bed chamber. Everything but the bed at the far end had been cast into the flames to burn. His room was now as empty as a cavern that the popping of the kindle was heard clearly across the room. John’s arms were resting upon his knees as his eyes stared tiredly across the room at his bath. He was lost in a defeated meditation, reflecting upon the memories that brought him here, and some that he felt should have never happened. He wasn’t a mortal, and he was no longer a God of War. He was nearly drowned by a mortal, and was now a pawn in the gods’ games—games he himself used to challenge and play. He wasn’t going to be a part of it. Though his stomach pleaded for sustenance, John was in no mood to leave his bed chamber. The empty and silent chamber was the closest thing to what he had once had than the accursed world that existed just beyond its walls.<br><br>School…it had nothing to do with him. He had perhaps slept through it or it might have been lunch. He didn’t know. The cheerleaders would gossip about the party the football team had thrown and how they had gotten drunk and performed filthy acts that would keep them popular until college. His posse would search for him but not find that Greek exchanged student, what was his name again? Oh yes, John. And where was he? Sitting up in his room, waiting for his life to go back to the way it was. Even as John, he couldn’t say he regretted the war he waged against his father and that had gotten him sentenced to Earth. He had loved it, and if he had known its outcome, he probably would have still waged it just for the sheer joy. He had slain so many of his father’s pets. No one could stop him, not even Athena and all her clever stratagems. He was unstoppable until Hercules got in the mix. John frowned at the thought of him: glory hog and favorite of the family. The <em>Incredible</em> Hercules…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 04:22:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Girls Dorm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; No One<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> The next morning came quicker than Carol had expected. Things were more than tense when she went to bed. Yawning some she rolled over and pressed the alarm into the off position. It was fairly early and she knew classes would start soon. Her stomach rumbled a little and she gave it a little involuntary rub. Her bare feet padded across the plush carpeted floor of her room before she dug around in her closet to find the days attire. After finding what she wanted she gave herself a nice strawberries and cream scented lotion rub down, across her arms and legs mostly before she slipped into her clothing. A red and white sundress with small lace lined strap went on over a simple white lace and cotton bra and matching lacy boyshorts, ending just above her knees. The underwear was the most comfortable pair she owned and they hugged her bottom in just the right spots.&nbsp; Feeling undeniably sexy, Carol pushed her fingers through her long sunshine locks untangling the unruly tresses before slipping on a pair of simple white sandals. She grabbed up her satchel with her books and notebook. The well used bag bounced against her hip as she walked but was kept in check by her motions. She pulled a white sweater out from a chair as she passed and tucked it onto the bag as well. Rubbing some strawberry lipgloss over her soft pink lips she stopped to look at herself in the mirror before smiling and heading out of her room. <br><br>A thought drifted to Caroline and then to Ororo as she headed toward the kitchens. She hoped the girls were okay and that things were calming down for her friends. It would have been a lie to say she didn't think of John, as he was always on her mind of late. It was both a curse and a blessing. Something about him made her smile while other things just infuriated her. A sigh escaped her as she found herself in the kitchen and dropped her bag on a table nearby. A quick breakfast would have to do before she headed to classes. It was surprising that she didn't see the others just yet, but she supposed they could either already be on campus or coming down soon. It wasn't really her job to make sure they were up and at 'em. Even if the idea of waking some of them was amusing.<br><br>Pushing back her hair she started digging some fruit from the fridge and some milk. Soon a bowl was found and some granola. She wasn't the best cook but she did get by. Making up a warm granola cereal with the milk and a little honey, all popped into the microwave she then added fresh strawberries, bananas and some grapes on top. A dollop of Greek yogurt topped it all off and a few sliced almonds before she settled in and started to eat. Her deep blue eyes closed at the mere flavor of such warm creamy goodness then the bits of fresh fruit and sweet honey. Mmmm. A slip of a moan escaped at the sheer contentment she felt in a small thing so early in the morning.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:05:27</strong>
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				<strong>SWEET DREAMS ARE NOT MADE OF THESE</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Ends in Kitchen <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Carol<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack awoke the tie scent of old oaks and birch, grass and of course blood. Yeah of course blood. He could feel a dappled sunlight filtering through the foliage above him warming his furless skin. He sat up opening his eyes to slaughter. <br><br>"Hmph."<br><br>Moose this time, and a big one, likely having traveled down from across the Canadian border. <br><br>"Too bad pardner but thats the rule of fang and claw."<br><br>The empty eyes stared at Jack with neither approval or angst. That was nature for you, the thing had died and while it fought mightily for its life once death was assured it had given in to its fate. Nature was not a system that generally promoted malice. Only the higher primates and cetaceans regularly inflicted harm for its own sake and not for defense or food. Leave it to the monkeys to fuck shit up, Jack thought ruefully. Looking over the corpse Jack was astonished by how much the beast within him could consume. So little of the beast remained beyond bone, skin and gristle. All the muscle content, all the organs were gone. Jack inspected himself to find that he was covered in blood and dirt with leaves and fur stuck to his sticky form. <br><br>&lt;gross&gt;<br><br>Jack had gotten used to gore since his transformation but this case was extreme. He'd really done it this time. And fuck it all he was naked! Jack sighed, well he needed a way back to the school and Avengers Tower. <br><br>&lt;No cell, covered in blood and filth and naked, yeah this will be a cinch.&gt;<br><br>Jack let out a sigh, it had been months since he'd been so caught up in the Wolf that he hadnt made his way back to his human habitation. Well one thing was for sure he had to leave and soon, the moose was starting to draw flies and if a hunter or hiker came along he would be screwed. Jack foraged about and found a stream. Cautiously he washed himself, senses keen for unexpected guests. Jack shifted to lycan form pushing himself past his normal wolfman like state to full on lupine monstrosity. He'd need to get back as swiftly as possible. It was early yet, but New York was the city the never slept. Jack dropped to all fours and put on an inhuman burst of speed and the woods about him blurred away in a rush of wind and huffing breath. The Wolf's supernatural system allowed it to perform at peak efficiency for hours on end allowing Jack to run flat out the entire way back. Jack stalked through shadows and assorted cover to find his way back onto the school grounds. Jack watched and waiting making certain the coast was clear, and rushed the gymasium. Slipping through and air duct he found himself in the locker room.<br><br>&lt;bingo!&gt;<br><br>Jack rifled through the lockers and found some clothes that roughly fit his form and strolled back to the main lobby. Passing through the entrance with an up nod to the person working the front desk Jack ignored their quizzical glance and made it to his room. He promptly threw off the borrowed clothes in favor of some of his own. Jack then powered up his computer and went on the school and Avengers servers to examine the days cirriculum. Jack headed out, he still had some time before classes started and he wanted some OJ to wash out the metal taste of blood still lingering in his mouth. He grabbed some strong mints as well to dull the smell of his carnivore's breath and popped several past his white teeth onto his tongue. Before he reached the kitchen he could smell someone was already there. Jack sniffed...strawberries and cream...not what she was wearing last night but that was definitely the one Ares had called Carol last night. The blonde bombshell as Jack recalled. A wolfish grin appeared on his face, he had to wonder if she did end all her fights with a kiss.<br><br>It almost made Jack want to start some shit just to see.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-01-2012, 22:15:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Carol<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny had already showered and shaved before he came down to the kitchen area.&nbsp; He had slept pretty well, but still had some dreams about the Fantastic Four... his family.&nbsp; Resentment toward SHIELD was still burning hot in his heart and he just wanted to prove once and for all that he was not a loose cannon.&nbsp; Hell, compared to half the people on this 'Avengers' team, he really was a damn boy scout.&nbsp; He was convinced that Ares, Logan and Gamoran were psychopaths and as much as he liked Jack, he had to admit he was probably more of a troublemaker than he ever was.&nbsp; He slipped downstairs, wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt with the Fantastic Four "4" logo on it and a pair of nice athletic shoes.&nbsp; <br><br>As he made his way out of his dorm room, he noted that the area in front of Ares' door had somehow been repaired and cleaned up, as though nothing had happened to it.&nbsp; Huh.&nbsp; Weird.&nbsp; He moved down the hall and finally walked into the kitchen, noting that both Jack and Carol was there.&nbsp; He offered a smile and a nod to the both of them as he walked to the refrigerator, poured himself a glass of milk and made some toast.<br><br><strong>"Morning, Jack.&nbsp; You look like you slept well.&nbsp; Morning Carol.&nbsp; I love the way the sunlight catches on your hair... like they're one and the same."</strong><br><br>He flirted shamelessly with her... though for Johnny somehow it didn't seem forced.&nbsp; He had a confidence about him that was hard to deny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 20:39:51</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Jack, Johnny<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol was enjoying her breakfast when Jack came strolling in. She gave him a polite smile and took a drink of milk from her glass. A small milky mustache was left behind and she wiped it free with her napkin. Before she could say anything Johnny came in and was as chipper as ever. His compliment wasn't lost on her either and it made her smile bright. He was charming that was sure.<br><br><strong>"Good morning to you both. Thank you Johnny, that's sweet of you to say."</strong><br><br>Eating a bit more of her homemade fruit and cereal oatmeal she watched the two and wondered just what had gone on after she went to help Caroline. Her spoon scooped up some fruit and she paused a moment before eating.<br><br><strong>"So what happened after I left last night? Everything work out okay? You guys sleep alright?"</strong><br><br>Shoving the lingering spoon into her mouth her blue eyes moved to each of them in turn. She didn't know much at all about Jack, he was a mystery in completion to her and Johnny was a hero of his own rights. It had been made clear that they were friends and had spent some time together before so maybe she could have a peaceful morning before classes.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 15:56:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Carol<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny munched on a piece of toast as he walked over to sit beside Carol at the table... setting his glass of milk down, he spoke in reply as he gave her a warm smile.&nbsp; What did she miss?&nbsp; Man, she had missed quite a bit!<br><br><strong>"What happened?&nbsp; Well, Gamoran and Ares decided they were going to kill each other... like for real.&nbsp; They actually started to attack one another!&nbsp; Then from out of nowhere Dr Strange showed up... he's the Earth's Sorcerer Supreme.&nbsp; He casts some sort of badass spell and bam!&nbsp; Neither of them can even move!&nbsp; He layed the law down and told them both not to get out of line... then he gave Ares a scroll of some sort.&nbsp; neither of them said who it was from, though.&nbsp; Ares powered down and went back to his room, slamming the door behind him."</strong><br><br>He shook his head and took a drink of milk.<br><br><strong>"Man, your boyfriend has got anger issues.&nbsp; <em>Serious</em> ones."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 18:33:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen then heading out to school<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Johnny<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol was a bit perturbed to hear that the two of them didn't settle their differences and decided to fight regardless of what she said. That action had knocked Gamoran down a notch on her meter. She had thought they had some bit of respect for her and her words. Guess she thought wrong. Her brow furrowed some and she moved to dump out what remained of her breakfast into the garbage disposal. After rinsing the bowl she promptly placed it into the dishwasher and turned to look at Johnny. It was true that Ares had a temper but he wasn't her boyfriend. Not really. Ares had made sure to point that out no matter if John cared for her. The blonde superhero had hopes that Ares could become more like John but if he had kept fighting like Johnny said he did, maybe she was wrong -- again. With a glance back at the handsome Human Torch she gave him a half smile.<br><br><strong>"He's not my boyfriend, well not really... but... its complicated. And yeah, he does need anger management classes."</strong> <br><br>She moved to the side and grabbed up her satchel before looking toward the dorm area then back to Johnny again. <br><br><strong>"I hafta get to school. I'll see you later, Johnny."</strong><br><br>That being said she headed out and moved across the street toward the school. She had to get to class and stop worrying about the others on the team. They could take care of themselves. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 18:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Dormitory level<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Long slender fingers the color of dark chocolate drum on the spine of the ancient looking tome that the opposite hand held in front of her, the leather bound book across her chest as she walks with quiet, deliberate steps through the slightly curved hallway. A meeting the evening before with the new administrative lead of the small group of teenagers had summoned her to the very apex of the tower. The conversation had been brief as to the whys and hows. He had crackled with magical energy, and from what he had told her, she did as well. Her 'mutation' was the ability to manipulate energies and that could easily include magical energies. Her head was filled with promises of potential and ability, even going so far as to tell her that she could be, with proper training, a candidate for the position of Earth's Sorceress Supreme.<br><br>It was a bit of a blur, she was removed from her administrative position only to be told she was being put on the roster as a proper Avenger, not simply one in training, and that with that 'reassignment' she was to begin what would likely be a long apprenticeship to 'harness' her magical potential. The meeting was called short as the 'God of War' in his normal fashion had begun to throw a tantrum, threatening to destroy all life in the universe or some such nonsense.<br><br>She wore a simple white dress, the flowing fabric clinging to the more accentuated curves of her form, but flowing freely around her legs and arms. She had a great amount of reading to do, and perhaps a sitting room with plenty of sunlight would be the place to do so.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 17:22:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/JohnnyThumb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Johnny Storm / The Human Torch<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen to School Grounds<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack, Carol<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny tilted his head.&nbsp; Not her boyfriend?&nbsp; Did she normally kiss guys who weren't her boyfriend?&nbsp; If so, he planned on getting to know Carol a little better.&nbsp; He smiled and offered a wave as she departed.<br><br><strong>"Take care, Carol.&nbsp; I'll be heading that way myself, soon."</strong><br><br>He finished his toast and milk, taking a moment to wash his glass and wipe down the table before he offered a nod to Jack as well, before heading out.&nbsp; He crossed the street, backpack on his shoulder and made his way to the school grounds.&nbsp; That's when it happened.&nbsp; First one girl piped up, followed by a multitude of others.<br><strong><br>"Hey!&nbsp; Is that Johnny Storm?"<br><br>"Oh my god!&nbsp; It is!"<br><br>"Is he going to our school?&nbsp; Way cool!"<br><br>"Think he'd give me an autograph?"<br><br>"I'd so dump my boyfriend for him"...<br><br>"I wonder why he's going to school here."<br><br>"Avengers stuff, I told you."<br><br>"No, way!&nbsp; He's in the FF."</strong><br><br>It wasn't long before Johnny was swarmed by a large crowd of students.&nbsp; He blinked, but had kind of expected this.&nbsp; He remained friendly and flirty, but knew how to avoid being overcome by the sheer numbers surrounding him.&nbsp; The school day was going to be interesting, that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 17:34:45</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran's pride had been hurt pretty badly by the appearance of the mage the night before.&nbsp; He had been told one thing and in the end he messed things up pretty bad.&nbsp; He rolled off his bed and headed down the hallway to the bathroom... slipping inside.&nbsp; He stopped in front of the shower stall and looked at it thoughtfully.&nbsp; <em>This must be the 'Fresher Unit'.&nbsp; I wonder how you activate the computer.</em>&nbsp; He spoke clearly.<br><br><strong>"Computer, activate."</strong><br><br>Nothing.&nbsp; He frowned... and noticed the knobs.&nbsp; Stepping into the shower after disrobing, he stood with a quizzical look on his face.&nbsp; <em>Maybe you have to turn the machine on manually.</em>&nbsp; He tried pressing the knobs as if they were buttons.&nbsp; No give.&nbsp; He tried twisting one of them... and was blasted in the face by cold water.<br><br><strong>"Ackpthbt!"</strong><br><br>He quickly turned the knob back the way it was and the water turned off.&nbsp; He blinked, water dripping down his face and body.&nbsp; <em>Water?&nbsp; Terrans spray water over themselves to get clean?&nbsp; Gah, how primitive!</em>&nbsp; He sighed and carefully turned the water on again, figuring out how to adjust the temperature via a mixture of hot and cold water.&nbsp; His shower was quick and to the point... thankfully there were towels laid out for him to dry off with.&nbsp; <em>This will take some getting used to.</em>&nbsp; He put some fresh clothing on and slipped back out into the hallway, where he spotted Ororo moving down the hall toward the dorm common area.&nbsp; He smiled at the sight of her and offered a wave as he approached her.<br><br><strong>"Ororo... nice day to you.&nbsp; You look lovely this morning."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 23:12:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Dormitory level<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Her lips pull into a small but genuine smile as the green-skinned alien waves to her. Shifting the ancient looking tome she held in both arms to be cradled in a single arm she extends a chocolate-brown, bared arm upwards, returning the wave in a single elegant motion her hand cupped slightly with the motion making the motion akin to a monarch's wave.<br><br><strong>"Hello, it is good to see you as well. You look well rested, I trust you had an uneventful evening?"</strong><br><br>She pauses when she comes face-to-face with the male she was speaking to, the long white shirt she wore settling it's slight swaying movements from the motion still built up in the loose-hanging fabric.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 00:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>School<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Anyone/No One In Particular<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol headed out of the Avengers Tower looking very much like your average student. She headed across the school grounds and started for the doors. It wasn't too long after that she saw a girl running past her in a hurry and a few others not far behind. Apparently word had gotten out that Johnny Storm was going to school there and he was on the premises. The blonde teen hero rolled her eyes some and looked back to see him surrounded by the fairer sex all of whom were swooning and/or begging for his autograph. She could have sworn she heard one of them shout out that she loved him and wanted to have his babies. That alone made her brow raise and a laugh followed. Pushing back her silken locks from her face she turned and head on into the school. <br><br>With the close of the front doors behind her the school loomed ahead, bustling with students and faculty alike. She slipped past a few giving smiles and apologies as she made her way to where she had been assigned a locker. Pulling out a slip of paper from her bag she looked it over. <em>12-4-22</em> Glancing at the combination lock in front of her she dialed the code in exactly and then tugged on the lever to unlock it. With a sigh she stared at it again and tried once more, thinking it must just be temperamental. Her lips repeated the numbers in audibly as she twisted the finicky number lock. Slender fingers grasped the mechanism again and she tugged once more. <br><br><em>Good Grief!</em><br><br>She sighed a bit and tried a third time. <em>Three times a charm.</em> Dial, twist, dial, twist, pull. Nothing. Frustrated she looked down at the paper again then up at the locker. Much to her dismay it was the wrong locker. She was one locker over too many and flushed a pale pink as she hoped no one else noticed. Sliding over a little she tried the combination again and click it unlocked and opened with a slight sticking of the door which was remedied with a good tug. <br><br><em> Now.. not too much Carol.. you'll break the darn thing.</em><br><br>She looked into the locker and pulled out an old sock and some papers and curled her nose up. <br><br><strong>"Nasty."</strong><br><br>She let them drop to the floor and stuffed her bag in after pulling out a notebook with a pencil hooked into the front pouch. Her schedule said she had Trig first, which was a fairly easy course and luckily it wasn't a complete snore fest for such an early morning class. Had it been history, she likely would be sleeping the morning away behind her desk. Finally closing up the locker and twisting the number dial to ensure it was locked, she spun around nearly bumping into a group of guys who looked like they ate their Wheaties every morning. She slipped past them with an excuse me and a smile then headed down the hall to her class. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 23:45:52</strong>
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				<strong>SWEET DREAMS ARE NOT MADE OF THESE</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br><hr>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Jack Russel<br>&nbsp; <strong>Origin:</strong> Werewolf<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Carol and Johnny<br><hr><br><br>Jack grunted in acknowledgement of both Johnny and Caorl's comments. Yeah how was his night? Oh swell I just ran fifty miles away to go kill and eat bambi he thought, how was youre night? He chuckled to himself as he rooted around for some orange juice. He didnt know why but he always craved orange juice after a night's hunt. Must be something metabolic he was sure, but God he could drink like a gallon of the stuff right now. Jack poured himself two large glasses and greedily gulped them down rinsed out the glass and put it in the dish rack. Jack nodded back at Johnny as he left and proceeded to head back to his own room for his own clothes. Jack didnt like having someone else's scent all over him. He shool his head in amusement as he watched a gaggle of girls flock instantly to Johnny like a pack of wolves on raw meat. Celebrity, the ultimate aphrodisiac in America Jack thought. <br><br>Making it back to the door Jack snatched off the stolen sweats and tossed them in the trash can. Jack snatched up a pair of jeans from his wardrobe. They were worn and frayed and faded. A studded leather belt was looped through it and cinched tight about his thin waist. He lipped on a black t-shirt with the poster for the 1980' horror flick The Howling silk screened into the fabric and pulled on a sleeveless grey hoodie on over that. Beat up ombat boots completed the ensemble and with that Jack was ready to go. He put his class schedule into his pocket and headed across the street to the academy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 06:04:08</strong>
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				<strong>A New Arrial</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Avenger's Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<hr>Jean rested her forehead against the back window of the yellow taxi that was pulling into Avenger's Tower.&nbsp; She tried to quell the butterflies that were busily bouncing around in her stomach, but the rough bumps caused when the taxi's tires rolled over the uneven streets only made her feel nauseous.<br><br>She should feel excited, she tried to convince herself.&nbsp; This was her chance to live by example.&nbsp; A chance to show the world that super powers weren't something to be feared.&nbsp; They were just people with very unique talents; not that different from most people and very much alike.&nbsp; As her thumb moved over the thin, smooth lamination of her Avenger's ID, she tried to remain positive.&nbsp; She would be with people like her.&nbsp; People with powers.&nbsp; People who likely were as scared by them as she was afraid of her own.&nbsp; On the other hand, she knew she'd be expected to use her abilities to help them.&nbsp; Something she knew she'd have to do, but very much didn't want to.&nbsp; She just had to focus on the people she could help by doing this.<br><br>From the corner of her eye she caught the cabbie's eyes checking on her in the rear view mirror.&nbsp; She smiled politely at him before staring back out the window.&nbsp; She trusted the man to get her where she was going, and never once truly considered probing his mind to gleam why he was constantly looking at her.&nbsp; He likely just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to get sick.&nbsp; If her face was paler than normal, she was sure that would be the reason.&nbsp; No one wanted someone to sick up in the back of their car.<br><br>The view through the window was foreign.&nbsp; She didn't recognize the city and she certainly couldn't remember how to get where they currently were from where she'd entered the cab.&nbsp; There had been too many cross streets and intersections; lefts, rights, and loops.&nbsp; She was certain thye'd changed highways twice and a long snaking road seemed to backtrack on itself a number of times.&nbsp; Her eyes flicked to the meter, she was worried that it'd go over fifty dollars.<br><br>She sighed with relief as he pulled up to a gate and buzzed an intercom.&nbsp; A moment later the iron barred gate swung open and the cab moved forward.&nbsp; Jean stared skyward at the massive tower.&nbsp; It had to be the highest building she'd seen so far.&nbsp; <em>Why did the Avengers need something so gigantic?</em>&nbsp; It was a passing thought as the redhead was pulled out of her reverie by the cabbie's announcement that they were there.&nbsp; <br><br>Jean stuffed her ID back into her purse and pulled out the money her professor had given to her.&nbsp; She added ten dollars for a tip, not sure if that was enough, before opening the back door and stepping out into the air.&nbsp; The city's cacophony of noises greeted her unexpectedly and caused the butterflies to stir once more. <br><br>She moved out of the drive as the driver pulled her luggage from the taxi's trunk.&nbsp; People were supposed to be expecting her, she remembered.&nbsp; Most likely they'd be out to greet her soon since the driver had needed to get permission to enter.&nbsp; She reminded herself to breathe.&nbsp; She was an adult.&nbsp; She was eighteen years old, she shouldn't be this nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 07:05:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Dormitory level<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>A soft beeping emanates from the long flowing skirt the dark-skinned woman wore before the green-skinned man she was speaking to had a chance to reply. Offering an apologetic smile she reaches into one of the pockets quite discreetly sewn into the otherwise elegant looking garment. Pulling out a small device she glances at it with crystal blue eyes.<br><br><strong>"Aaah, it would seem our newest student has just arrived, and someone I have been looking forward to seeing again. Would you care to come down with me and greet her?"</strong><br><br>She asks, her deep, accented voice low in it's volume, to not rouse or disturb anyone else on the level who would still be sleeping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 14:15:14</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran shook his head as Storm asked him about his evening.&nbsp; He was hesitant to tell her what had happened for fear that she may chastise him for his actions.&nbsp; He knew that Ororo wasn't fond of Ares, but he was sure that, being quite level-headed, she would not look kindly on his rash actions and the subsequent browbeating that he had received from Dr Strange.&nbsp; For now, he kept it simple.<br><br><strong>"Not uneventful... but we can speak more of that later."</strong><br><br>When she spoke of a new student, he tilted his head.&nbsp; Did she mean student or Avenger?&nbsp; He nodded a bit and offered a semblance of a smile, following the mutant woman to the elevator, which they rode down without a word.&nbsp; As the doors opened into the lobby, he saw the red haired woman standing there with her bags.&nbsp; Another beautiful woman to tantalize him!&nbsp; They were coming out of the woodwork, as Captain Corsair would say.&nbsp; He could tell immediately that her abilities were not of the martial variety... her way of standing did not suggest much skill in melee combat.&nbsp; Still, he smiled to her as he and Storm approached. <br><br><strong>"Hello.&nbsp; My name is Gamoran."</strong><br><br>He left it at that for now, letting Storm be the speaker as it were.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 17:53:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Dormitory level<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>As soon as her crystal blue eyes rest on the form of the redheaded woman her full lips pull into a small smile. The normally cool and reserved woman steps forward just after the green-skinned male beside her speaks. The long skirt she wears billowing back as she charges forward, quicker than she has been seen moving yet. Her bared chocolate-brown arms extend halfway during her 'run' towards the newcomer.<br><br><strong>"Jean!"</strong><br><br>She calls out excitedly, her deep heavily-accented voice betraying her excitement at seeing a long time, close friend. As she nears the figure her toned, graceful arms wrap around the younger woman, pulling her into a spontaneous yet firm embrace. Her head tilts to the side as the embrace is settled, long locks of ivory white hair mixing with similar wavy locks of vibrant red as her head rests against that of the other woman.<br><br><strong>"I am -so- very glad to see you again!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 20:54:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<hr>Jean had carried her bags into the lobby and was familiarizing herself with the area when she heard the elevator's bell.&nbsp; A timid, yet warm smile filled her lips as she saw the green skinned man.&nbsp; The interesting yellow marking around the man's eyes caught Jean's attention for a few miliseconds.&nbsp; She wondered if they had any meaning or if they were simply marking that nature had decided to gift him.&nbsp; Beyond his unique skin coloring, Jean thought the man had some very striking features, though green wasn't a color she was used to seeing.<br><br>The young woman stepped forward and offered a hand, "Hi, I'm..."<br><br><strong>"Jean!'</strong><br><br>The flash of white hair made Jean's butterflies and anxiety fade away, "Ororo!"<br><br>The timidness in her smile faded completely and was replaced by an excited grin as she moved quickly to embrace her "old" friend.&nbsp; She knew Storm was with the Avengers, and despite hoping she was going to see her, she didn't want to get her hopes too high and be disappointed if she was otherwise engaged.<br><br>Jean pressed her cheek against Ororo's shoulder and squeezed the woman tightly before taking a deep breath and exhaling all of her previous anxiety.&nbsp; Just the sound of Ororo's voice had helped her get through many a troubled night when Jean was younger.&nbsp; The young telepath hadn't realized how much she'd missed her good friend until she saw her again.<br><br>"Me too.&nbsp; I didn't know if you'd be here or on assignment or something.&nbsp; How are you?"<br><br>Knowing that the man was with them, Jean stepped out of the hug after a long moment and re-offered her hand to Gamoran.<br><br>"It's nice to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 21:08:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Long, chocolate-brown arms hold the younger redheaded woman tightly for a few moments. Feeling her longtime friend tug away slightly she allows those arms to fall to her sides, taking half a step back. Her own full lips still held in a wide smile as she regards the woman she had not seen in some time.<br><br>She turns slightly allowing the green-skinned man with her to introduce himself. Though she does not miss the opportunity to begin 'catching up' with her old friend right away.<br><br><strong>"I would not miss your arrival for the -world- I am happy you are here. Beyond Gamoran here I have found it difficult to make many friends. A diverse group, with some rather wild individuals inhabit this tower."</strong><br><br>Her voice had quieted, though still maintains the deep accented tones it always had.<br><br><strong>"Tell me how is the Professor? Is Kitty still wreaking havoc by phaseing from room to room?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 02:20:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> School<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol Danvers<br><hr><br>Having attended Stormvalley high since being a freshman Bobby moves through the halls with ease and confidence of familiarity. When he hears the screams of the girls about Johnny Storm he just rolls his eyes and moves on past the near mob scene. Hearing the one girl yelling about wanting to have his babies Bobby shakes his head. <em>Really! Girls he’s just another guy no different than the rest of us.</em> The girls surrounding the celebrity are attractive but all that excitement over somebody just because everybody knows his name just are not the kind of girl he is interested in. One of the reasons he keeps his powers a secret and his heroic actions separate from his personal life is because when he finds a girl he wants her to like him for who is not because of his powers or how many people know his name.<br><br>When he reaches his locker Bobby pauses to watch the girl walking away from the locker next to his. She is a fairly attractive blonde but more importantly she must be a new student as he has never seen her before. As she disappears down the hall he returns to his locker and starts to turn the dial for the combination but pauses as he can feel that it is just slightly warmer than it should be like somebody else had recently touch it. He shrugs minutely then continues to open his locker. He is used to it sticking a bit and just automatically cools it enough to get the door to just begin to constrict which allows it to open easily. He puts in his book bag and pulls out his textbook, notebook, and calculator as first class of the day is trig. He closes the locker and gives the dial a quick spin.<br><br>Moving through the hall Bobby easily avoids those loitering or moving in the opposite direction. He nods to those he recognizes and greets warmly those that greet him. A few people he greets first getting a pleasant greeting in return. Entering his classroom he is surprised and pleased to see the new blonde again already in the room. He moves up to her with a friendly smile on his face and extends his right hand to her.<br><br>”I don’t believe I have ever seen you here before. I’m Bobby. Welcome to Stormvalley High.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 03:05:46</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower Lobby<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm, Jean<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran had suspected that Ororo had some familiarity with the new girl, but he was a bit surprised as to how close they apparently were as he watched them embrace.&nbsp; He held back for a moment until Jean offered her hand again and he took it after a moment of staring at it, but did not shake it.&nbsp; <em>What... what am I supposed to do?</em>&nbsp; It all seemed a bit awkward to him and he wasn't sure what the proper thing to do was at this point.&nbsp; Still, he at least managed to smile despite his embarrassment.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes.&nbsp; Good to meet you."</strong><br><br>As Storm went on about her lack of friends, Gamoran tilted his head.&nbsp; What about Carol?&nbsp; He thought that the two of them were good friends.&nbsp; He would not say anything, but he thought it strange to say the least.&nbsp; For the time being he simply remained quiet and kind of faded into the background as Jean and Ororo spoke of old times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 03:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<hr>Jean shook the green skinned man's hand, and let go after noticing that he seemed a bit lost as to what to do.&nbsp; She had assumed he was a mutant like herself, but his lack of knowing how to shake a hand seemed odd to her, especially since his English wasn't bad.&nbsp; Maybe he was from somewhere else though, she thought to herself.<br><br>Turning back to Ororo, Jeanl wrapped an arm around one of the other woman's long, chocolate-brown arms and hugged it affectionately. <br><br>"The Professor is well.&nbsp; He sends his best and wishes you'd call or even write," Jean grinned.&nbsp; Post-mail was so last century.&nbsp; "Kitty... well she's Kitty.&nbsp; I doubt she'll ever change.&nbsp; Everyone else is doing well too."<br><br>Jean glanced between the two people who'd welcomed her curiously before turning back to Ororo, "do you think I'll have trouble adjusting too?"&nbsp; She asked with a bit of concern.&nbsp; <br><br>She personally couldn't imagine Storm having a difficult time making friends.&nbsp; She was one of the most warm, loving, and caring people Jean had ever known.&nbsp; If Ororo was having trouble, maybe she would too.&nbsp; She gave Gamoran a warm, appreciative smile.&nbsp; Ororo had become friends with him, which was a very high compliment as far as Jean was concerned.<br><br>Jean slipped her bag back over her shoulder, the one that wasn't part of the affectionate vice she was using on Storm's arm, and grabbed the handle of her other bags dragging or rolling them behind her.<br><br>"Can I skip school today and just hang out with you?"&nbsp; She asked, even though she doubted the answer would be yes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 04:06:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The dark-skinned woman lets out a genuine, and even loud laugh. Her deep tones echoing through the rather large entry way for a few moments. Her own arm, looped with the arm of her longtime redheaded friend flexes slightly holding onto the embrace as well. Her crystal blue eyes turn towards the woman to her side for a moment as her full lips purse into a small frown at the question for just a moment before returning to a genuine smile.<br><br><strong>"Well normally I would say 'no' but since you have already missed the first period and have yet to even unpack or be shown to your room I think you can skip -one- day."</strong><br><br>Her lips purse once again at the other question she posed... Would it be difficult to adjust. At that she shrugs her sloped shoulders slightly before speaking again.<br><br><strong>"I will not lie, I had a great deal of trouble myself... I am used to those who have come together for a common reason to serve the common good. It is different here. There is one here who is here by force, and makes no illusions as to not wanting to be here... Someone who would leave some or all of the team to die just to slake his need for violence and bloodshead..."</strong><br><br>She trails off, raising her free arm so that she can rub her chocolate-brown forehead with the palm of that hand. Obviously disturbed and troubled by the mere thought of the person she spoke of. Taking in a deep breath she speaks once again.<br><br><strong>"Though fortunately we have many here who are the opposite. Gamoran here, the enigma that he is... Is a man of honor and integrity. There is Carol and Caroline, who are quite friendly and easy to speak with. There is also Mister Storm... And more whom you will meet."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 04:15:37</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>School<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Anyone/No One In Particular<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol had found her seat easily enough, having settled in off to the side. Most of the center and front desks were taken and all of the back ones were gone. It was a shame too, because she didn't have a full advantage over seeing the blackboard from her current position. She placed her book on the desk and opened up her notebook to a clean page before writing down the date. Her scripted handwriting wasn't anything frilly or flashy like some girls. No curly q's or spiraling tails on her penmanship and definitely no hearts. There were doodles of stars however off on the inside of the notebook and a few planets with circling rings and the like. <br><br>As she waited on the class to start she tugged out a tube of pale pink strawberry gloss from her pencil pouch in the front of the notebook. The pouch had only the lipgloss and one extra mechanical pencil as well as a single black pen. After rubbing the sweet smelling cosmetic over her lips she rubbed them together making them shine a bit in the light and then tucked it back into the clear plastic pocket. Her middle finger rubbed along the seam of the pocket like a ziploc and it snapped shut. She looked up just in time to see a decently attractive blue eyed male approaching her. She pushed back her golden locks from her shoulder and gave him a warm smile. <br><br>”I don’t believe I have ever seen you here before. I’m Bobby. Welcome to Stormvalley High.” <br><br>Taking his hand with her own smaller one she nodded while giving it a decent squeeze and then replied in kind.<br><br><strong>"Thanks. I'm Carol. Pleased to meet you Bobby. Care to sit? I think class is going to start soon."</strong><br><br>She motioned to a desk with a good amount of graffiti across the top of it that sat next to her. He would either sit there or in front of her, as the other desks started filling up at a quicker rate now. The clock on the wall above the chalkboard ticked as they got closer to the time that bell would ring. Two minutes and counting. Carol wasn't entirely surprised that he approached her. She was friendly enough and for some reason males were more apt to talk to her than females. Some said it was because she's easy to talk to, others wouldn't give a true answer. Either way it went, it just showed why Carol had more guy friends than girls. Which was a shame because she had found herself wanting to talk to girls about girl stuff at times and there really as no one there. Ororo had pretty well shunned her since the thing with John.. or rather Ares.. and Caroline was really quiet and shy. She wasn't sure Caroline even liked her enough to be a best friend. Then again, life had always been that way for Carol. She had no sisters, so once again boys were her only form of confiding in anyone. C'est la vie.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 04:30:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<hr>Jean laughed, she didn't expect Ororo to say "yes".<br><br>"Are you sure?&nbsp; I have to admit, I'm not really excited about transferring schools," she confided to the two people who were nearby.<br><br>Jean's beaming smile dulled a bit as she listened to Ororo explain why she had had trouble.<br><br>"Why is someone like that a member of the Avengers?&nbsp; I take it that S.H.I.E.L.D. is making him stay here?&nbsp; Aren't the Avengers S.H.I.E.L.D.'s response to certain threats out there?&nbsp; Isn't it in their best interest to keep the team alive and functioning?"<br><br>Jean didn't understand why someone like that would be on a team, or why a bunch of super heroes hadn't put someone who craved violence and bloodshed down, especially one of their own.&nbsp; Jean glanced at Ororo from the corner of her eye.&nbsp; Her blue eyes inspecting her friend's sincerity as Ororo shared her concerns.&nbsp; She knew Storm too well to hope that things weren't the way Ororo claimed.<br><br>In an attempt to talk about something more positive, "who are Carol and Caroline?&nbsp; Mr. Storm?"&nbsp; <br><br>The last question came with a bit of surprise.&nbsp; Jean knew she would've received a wedding invitation, but was this some type of joke or was she out of the loop.&nbsp; They hadn't talked for a while and odder things happened, all the time.<br><br>"So is he good looking?" She decided to ask without letting Storm explain who Mr. Storm was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 04:37:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Her own crystal blue eyes blink at the last question, glancing towards the redheaded woman to her side. A look of confusion comes over her face for a moment.<br><br><strong>"Johnny Storm? The Human Torch of the Fantastic Four? He is something of a 'celebrity' and flaunts it. I would not say he is unattractive. I do not know if he is -my- type, but you will have to judge that for yourself."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment taking in a deep breath before exhaling again.<br><br><strong>"As for why the one who craves murder and death is here... I do not know, that is a question to which I cannot get an answer myself."</strong><br><br>Her full, dark brown lips pull into a small smile once again.<br><br><strong>"Well Carol and Caroline are two who will be attending school with you. I encourage you to meet them yourself and get to know them. And I am certain you will do just fine in the new school. You know I am here to help you however you need it, Jean."</strong><br><br>With that she hugs her longtime friend closer, resting her chocolate-brown cheek against locks of bright red hair for a brief moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 05:07:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran<br><hr>"Oh!"&nbsp; Jean said with a laugh.&nbsp; "Did the Fantastic Four dissolve or did something happen?"<br><br>An answer to her own question, then.&nbsp; That was something she though she'd keep to herself, especially in mixed company.<br><br>"Maybe I should go to school then, after all?&nbsp; It's better to just get unpleasant things done and over with, right?&nbsp; Most of the time they're not as bad as your mind makes them."&nbsp; That had sounded an awful like something the Professor may've told her once.<br><br>"So, what do you do while we're at school?"&nbsp; Jean asked.<br><br>Jean hugged Ororo back for the fifth or sixth time.&nbsp; She was getting a very strong vibe that something was wrong.&nbsp; Maybe Ororo was really upset over this person.&nbsp; Her mind wondered, <em>had something happened?&nbsp; Had he killed someone and Ororo couldn't stop him?&nbsp; Had the team attempted to stop him and fail?</em>&nbsp; Jean didn't like where her mind was going.&nbsp; She needed to try and separate herself from her friend's worries and make her own decisions on her various teammates.&nbsp; She knew, however, that if someone was as bad as Storm was making them out to be, than life with the Avengers wasn't going to be all that pleasant.<br><br>"So, do I get a tour before I go to class?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 06:36:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The dark-skinned woman inclines her head as she is asked a question by her longtime friend.<br><br><strong>"Well if you wish to try to attend the afternoon classes you are more than welcome to do so. Though you should probably get your things put away. I can show you to your room if you like."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment pursing her lips. At the second question she allows an old looking tome that had been nestled under the arm which her redheaded friend was not clinging to, offering it towards her.<br><br><strong>"I am also studying believe it or not. The current lead of the group has suggested I begin to learn some 'magical' abilities. Apparently I have a strong aptitude for them."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 06:53:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran<br><hr>"Magic?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; So that weather-witch stuff wasn't just superstition?"<br><br>Jean looked at the tome skeptically.&nbsp; Where exactly had that thing come from.&nbsp; Ororo didn't have it when she'd hugged her, or when she pinched the bridge of her nose just a moment ago.&nbsp; Jean's eyes grew in disbelief as she realized just what that meant.&nbsp; Unless Storm had blown that heavy book from somewhere else, but Jean hadn't felt even the tiniest of breezes.<br><br>She pursed her lips and looked at Ororo consideringly, "well, that's something new.&nbsp; How long have you been studying?&nbsp; Who told you you were magical?"<br><br>Jean glanced around the lobby of Avenger's tower once more.&nbsp; Things sure were going to be different around here.&nbsp; She was eager to, at the very least, drop her bags off and see the rest of the building.&nbsp; Maybe meet anyone who didn't go to school with her and was still around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 07:01:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>She offers her redheaded friend a small smile as she held the old looking tome in a single hand towards her.<br><br><strong>"A few weeks now. The man known as Doctor Strange who is the administrative lead of the team currently told me I had the ability. Apparently my particular mutation goes beyond controlling weather, though the extent of which he did not tell me. I am learning however, small things at first."</strong><br><br>She glances back towards the green-skinned man who had been quietly standing.<br><br><strong>"Shall we show Jean to her room and then on a brief tour?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 08:28:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> School<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol Danvers<br><hr><br>Bobby takes the smaller hand in his giving a it firm squeeze just as he would with another guy and quickly lets it go without making anything else of the contact. Sure Carol is attractive but for now the only reason he has approached her is because she new and so far it looks like nobody else is welcoming her to the school. Changing schools is always hard and it can be hard to make new friends. With a smile he does not even look down at the graffiti covered before taking the seat next to her. He sets his book and note book on the desk top and sets his calculator within easy reach. He pushes the textbook to the far left corner and opens his notebook quickly flipping past previous days notes to the next blank page. He produces a black disposable pen from his pocket and quickly pens the date top center of the page. He continues to converse as his setting up his desk without looking at her.<br><br>”So where did you last go to school? Is there a <strong>special</strong> reason you transferred here?”<br><br>There is a slight emphasis on the word special along with just a hint of his breath being visible just for that word which almost instant disappears in heat of the classroom. He may not know who they all are but he knows that all of the Teen Avengers are also students here and is sending subtle clues to see if she may catch on and possibly find out if she is one as well. If not what he done could very easily be over looked. After finishing setting up his desk he finally looks at her again to see how she replies. His smile is warm and friendly with a hint of playfulness putting a mild sparkle in his blue eyes. Just then the bell rings but the instructor is not in the classroom yet so he ignores the bell already being in the classroom. Looking at the new student waiting for answer to his questions both asked and hinted at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 15:13:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Loganavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Under a tree in the school quad, ditching classes. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; No one, yet<hr><br>Logan had made it back onto the school around the same time that the students were shuffling about and getting ready for school. Unlike the rest of them he had a slight sway, from the binge night of drinking, to his step and his knuckles appeared bloody (not his). Late into the night, early morning the bikers at the bar he frequented decided to pick a fight and they ended up on the losing side. Of course no reports would be filed and no police was called, the Hell's Angels didn't want word getting out that a half dozen of their burliest enforcers got their shit shoved in by a damn kid!<br><br>His jeans were well worn in and his boots scuffed like his aviator jacket and he had acquired a trucker's hat from a street vendor earlier that morning, perfect to cover his face and help him get some sleep. After finding a nice spot in the middle of the school quad, Logan dropped down against the tree, covered his face and decided to take a nap before auto-shop the only class he ever bothered to attend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 02:52:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High - Trig Class<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol smiled as he settled in near her and went back to doodling a bit as he settled in. Without glancing up she replied to his question, not letting on if she knew what he was talking about or what. There were a lot of ways one could be special and she certianly hoped he didn't mean special ed. She didn't look like she was slow did she? It had been a late night and she was in need of caffeine so maybe he did think there was something wrong with her. Pressing her lips together in that same fidgeting, nervous way she always did, she gave him an honest reply. If anything Carol was honest. <br><br><strong>"I moved here from Boston. My parents moved here for work. We needed a change of scenery after my brother passed away in the war. Our family home wasn't the same, yanno? But its all good, I like it here."</strong><br><br>Slipping a reassuring smile to Bobby she glanced up as the bell rang and saw the absence of a teacher. It was unusual but sometimes there were the few professors who were late and one who taught math were typically late in her experience. You'd think with being all about numbers they could read and set a clock properly. Ah well. She looked around then back to him again.<br><br><strong>"Did you do the homework? I finished what they sent me to do, but there were a couple I was unsure of. The rest were okay, just tedious and repetitive."</strong><br><br>Carol was typically pretty good at math, even though it wasn't the same as her love of science. She was decent in most subjects but excelled in most any science. After all she was going to be an astronaut some day. It was her life goal and nothing was going to get in her way. Not even handsome and distracting alter egos of a God of War who made her stomach flip upside down. Her mind flitted around wondering just where John was and if he would make it to school that day. <br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 04:17:25</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower Lobby<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm, Jean<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran had indeed been standing quietly as the two mutants conversed... which was ironic since most people on this planet assumed that he too was a mutant.&nbsp; He listened as Storm discussed her concerns about Ares with Jean... and he couldn't say that he disagreed, although at this point the mage apparently had things well in hand.&nbsp; He noted the book in her arm, tilting his head slightly.&nbsp; So she was going to be learning magic as well, eh?&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; That would certainly increase her power exponentially in the long run, which was definitely a good thing.&nbsp; He wanted to ask her some questions about that, but he could wait until later.&nbsp; <br><br>Right now he was wearing his Avengers uniform, which consisted of dark green mesh patterned pants and boots, a belt with a skull motif on the "buckle" with a tabard-like piece of cloth hanging below, along with green and gold bracers.&nbsp; He wore no mask and nothing to cover up his toned chest and muscular arms.&nbsp; Sheathed at his side was his 'dagger', in actuality an elaborate short sword... the legendary blade known only as Godslayer.&nbsp; His long black hair was tied tightly back in a ponytail, out of the way, only a few stray strands of hair framing one side of his face.<br><br>As Ororo turned his attention back to him, Gamoran offered a smile and a nod.&nbsp; He knew he should be going to school as well... but he really didn't want to go.&nbsp; Pretending to be a normal mutant Terran was draining at times.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure the Starjammers were still on Earth.&nbsp; He motioned to the elevators before moving to politely pick up Jean's luggage, an act which seemed quite easy, as though they were neither heavy nor awkward.&nbsp; He nodded to Jean and then Ororo.<br><br><strong>"Of course.&nbsp; Lead the way, Storm."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 06:47:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Turning towards the elevator in a single flowing turn the arm looped around that of her redheaded friend gently pulls her along in the same sweeping arc, ending with the green-skinned male standing just to the right of the pair. The book, as she allows her arm to drop simply disappears in a small flash of light. Her full lips pull into a small smile at that.<br><br><strong>"I am learning as I said. Though very minor things at the moment, but the journey of a thousand miles does start with a single step, as the old saying goes."</strong><br><br>She begins to move towards the elevator, a friend to each side of her, the comforting nature of two she trusted with her life, and her deepest secrets causing her to feel even slightly giddy. <br><br>With the thought she squeezes the arm of the redheaded woman to her side tightly for a moment. Knowing that with all they had been through, with all the nights that she had sat up with Jean to comfort her after a nightmare, or after a day that was particularly difficult for her that the redheaded woman would never brush her aside in a rush of hormones.<br><br><strong>"The Tower actually has many levels..."</strong> She begins as they head towards the elevator. <strong>"The sub-basement has training areas, dressing rooms, a pool... At the top are offices, meeting rooms. The floors in between house equipment dormitory rooms... you name it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 17:40:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> School/Trig Class 1st period<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol Danvers/Open<br><hr><br>At the mention of losing her brother Bobby’s smile vanishes and his face takes on an expression of sympathy as he looks at Carol. He reaches across the space separating their desks placing his hand gently on her forearm.<br><br>”Having never lost a sibling I can only imagine how much that must hurt. I have a younger brother can’t even imagine how I would feel if he died. You have my deepest condolences.”<br><br>The young mutant then pulls his hand back and his smile mostly returns without the playfulness aspect.<br><br>”I think you will like this school though, it actually has more to offer than any other school I have heard of. It is a great place to prepare us for <strong>whatever</strong> we want to do after we graduate.”<br><br>Bobby once again puts a slight emphasis on a single word again allowing his breath to be chilled enough to be visible for that word only. At that moment the teacher walks in but goes straight to her desk only saying a quick good morning to the class. She sets at her desk and takes another moment to take things out of her bag and get the desk set up. Being used to this Bobby seemingly automatic joins about half of the class in returning the morning greeting. He does however pull out his completed homework anticipating her asking for it to be turned in first thing. He is slightly surprised that Carol already has an assignment to turn in he had never even heard of a teacher giving out assignments to new transfer students before they actually get into the classroom.<br><br>”Yes, I did the homework, as best as I could. I expect the ones you had trouble with are the same ones that gave me trouble also.”<br><br>The teacher finally stands back up from her desk and walks to the front center of the room.<br><br>“Before we get started today I would like you all to welcome a new student to the class, Miss Carol Danvers who just transferred here from Boston. Miss Danvers please raise your hand so everybody can put a face to the name.”<br><br>She then looks around the room clearly looking to match a face with the name herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 23:29:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wade Wilson<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Science-y shenanigans in the Great White North!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone in earshot <br><hr><br>From outside the entrance of the Avenger Tower, a faint sound could be heard, from which the source was unknown. It was high-pitched and quiet sound, but it only grew louder and louder. Soon enough, a melody could be made out. Somebody was whistling...more specifically, somebody was whistling the Andy Griffith theme. <br><br><div align="center"><em>♫Well, now, take down your fishin' pole and meet me at The Fishin' Hole,<br>We may not get a bite all day, but don't you rush away♫<br><br>...wait a second...</em></div><br>He stopped in his tracks a bit farther down from the entrance, raising his eyebrow for the briefest of moments. <em>Fishing..sucks!</em> He proclaimed matter of factually in his own little head, grinning to himself as he finally stepped past the tower entrance's threshold. His bright red jacket hung loosely around him, his hood down, revealing a liberally bandaged forehead with slicked brown hair topping it off. Beneath the jacket, he wore a form fitting black tee, (http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_chimichangas_heart_t_shirt-p235000562819667599ckqb_400.jpg) one of his favorites, obviously.<br><br><em>Mkay...so..after the guys in the catsuits dropped me off, I was supposed to take a left, than a right...or maybe a right than a left? Screw it. This place is too shiny not to be the tower!</em> He looked around slowly, pursing his lips in an expression of agitated confusion. <em>Shiny...shiny and empty. What the hell! Where's the fancy computer like in the show?....WHEN'S THE GODDAMN SECOND SEASON COMING OUT?!</em><strong> "JARVIS?!"</strong> He looked around frantically, as if expecting something to happen. A small whine of disappointment fell from his lips.<br><br>Over both his shoulders he slung two black duffel bags, the SHEILD logo emblazoned on them both, and in his hands he held two thick, black cases. One was relatively compact, but the other was rather long.<br><br><em>Hold the phone here!...Where are they?!</em> He gasped, immediately letting out an especially feminine scream right after. <strong>"My yellow boxes! SOMEONE'S STOLEN MY YELLOW BOXES!!!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 07:48:25</strong>
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				Jean smiled at the well muscled, green man, "thanks Gamoran.&nbsp; I appreciate that."<br><br>She hand't minded dragging them behind her.&nbsp; If she had there was something she could've done about it, though she avoided doing that.&nbsp; She thought it was awfully kind, considerate and sweet of the man to pick up her luggage and carry it for her.&nbsp; It also didn't seem to strain him at all.&nbsp; Which was a good thing to remember, Jean thought.<br><br>An odd shiver raced over Jean's skin when she saw Storm's book disappear.&nbsp; It was going to take a while for her to get used to that.<br><br>Like a proper student, Jean tried to keep the lay of the tower straight.&nbsp; She was doing well until she heard training facility.&nbsp; Her mind wandered as she thought about other training rooms in other places.&nbsp; She pulled her attention back to the present.&nbsp; It was too early to be feeling homesick.<br><br>"They have a Blackbird?"&nbsp; Jean joked, before asking more seriously, "so does the whole team stay here?&nbsp; I was under the impression that I wouldn't know the identities of a few people.&nbsp; Are the dorms segregated by gender?"<br><br>It was about then that she heard yelling coming from behind her.&nbsp; Something about yellow boxes?<br><br>The red head stepped back out of the elevators and craned her neck to see what was going on in the deserted lobby.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 08:50:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The chocolate-skinned woman nods her head as the redheaded woman who's arm she still had her own linked with began to ask questions. She listened to each question not speaking until they were complete before answering them all in succession.<br><br><strong>"No, there is no Blackbird."</strong> Her lips pull into a small smile as she answers. <strong>"And the training rooms here are not as... elaborate as those we have both used in the past. The dorms are somewhat separated by gender, right now there is one level which the dorms rest. As you exit the elevator to&nbsp; one side is the hallway that leads to the female dorms, and the other side leads to the male dorms. Thankfully there is signs to show you the way. There is also a common room between the two."</strong><br><br>Tugged back slightly by the redheaded woman she begins to glance around as well, curious as to what had suddenly captured her longtime friend's sudden attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 15:00:57</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower Lobby<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm, Jean, Wade<br><br><hr><br>He was about to enter the elevators when the sound of madness hit his ears.&nbsp; To be honest, his universal translator implant was having difficulty piecing his words together in a way that made sense to him.&nbsp; He may have to eventually suck it up and learn 'Terran English' it seemed.&nbsp; He set the luggage down just outside the elevator and turned, to witness a guy who had just walked in, laden with bags and cases.&nbsp; His eyes were immediately drawn to the long case... but they soon fell back to the erratic individual that it belonged to.&nbsp; <br><br>He could tell just by watching the way he moved that he was a capable fighter... perhaps not as capable as he was, but he got the strange feeling that he was unpredictable, and that in and of itself made a fighter more dangerous.&nbsp; Then he started screaming about yellow boxes and Gamoran blinked.&nbsp; he turned to Storm and Jean and shook his head.<br><br><strong>"Yellow boxes?&nbsp; Is he not in his right mind or is my translator not working properly?&nbsp; He's rambling on like a Gibbering Thron'zak."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 18:42:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wade Wilson<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Science-y shenanigans in the Great White North!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Redhead, Teenage Halle Berry, Green...guy? Nothin' witty for that guy. Sue me. <br><hr><br>When another voice finally broke the silence of what he had thought had been an empty lobby, Wade's head turned towards the source at a speed that probably should have broken his neck. He narrowed an eye as the other widened, frowning with intrigue as he sized up the three of them. In short, he simply wondered who the hell they were.<br><br>He reached across himself, relieving his right hand of the smaller, black case and holding both in his left as he leaned towards them slightly, index finger pointed towards them <strong>"Hey! I resemble that remark! Thron'zaks are a proud species of muskrat! Don't use them as an insult!...Anybody else notice the snazzy red italics? No? Good. At least THOSE aren't broken, like my yellow boxes..."</strong> His boxes often gave him trouble. What should have remained in his thought boxes often came out as speech. He wasn't sure why, though. Speech was always in those white bubbles, after all!<br><br>He blinked a moment, than smiled, shrugging slightly and giving them a nod. Despite the weight of all the bags, he moved as though they were generally weightless. <em>Super strength? Nah. Killing keeps ya in shape! Six feet tall, 200 lbs of marble sculpted manbeast &gt;:]....where was I?</em> He reached to scratch his head for a moment, and in that brief moment immediately remembered what he'd been talking about<strong> "Yes, my Yellow Boxes! They always seem to follow me around, and now I can't find them! Maybe they're lost, the poor things! Or maybe it was something I said...?"</strong><br><br>He began to wander towards the trio, a bounce in his step and an effortless swing in his arms as he approached. <strong>"Level with me, guys. Do you think I offended the yellow boxes? Maybe I should just settle for the fancy italics. At least then my thoughts'll actually stay in my head. Of course, they have other uses.."</strong> <em>:3 FUNNY FACES!!! </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 19:37:52</strong>
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				Name/Alias: Spider-man<br>Origin: Genetically enhanced Spider<br>Location: Avengers Tower <br>Tagged: Storm, Jean, some guy, crazy guy<br><br>Dressed in his Spider-man gear Peter had been swinging through the city in his search for the tower that had been described to him a few weeks ago. Despite his misgivings and doubts about what he was getting into the concept of working with a team and having that much more ability to help others in need was just too tempting to pass off. Of course, when he had decided to find the tower earlier yesterday he hadn’t realized just how much time it would take him to find the damn thing. It was only when he saw the logo and big shiny metal sticking out from a distance just twenty minutes ago that he had had any clue as to where it was. Oh well, least he knew the city better.<br><br>Swinging into hearing range just as some crazy guy started ranting about yellow boxes he stuck to the wall of the building and looked down with some preparation, thinking that some battle was about to start and that he had just gotten there in time to join it. Still, when he saw the group of three near the entrance, two he recognized and had met beforehand some time before now he relaxed marginally, crawling down the wall to join the fun. Using some webbing he dropped hanging upside-down beside Storm as the crazy guy started going on about his yellow boxes running away, “Yo.” &nbsp;He said with a short upside-down wave, “Who invited the crazy?” the tone was light hearted and amused as he looked back to the ranter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 19:49:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean, Spiderman, Rambling crazy guy<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Crystal blue eyes where covered with dark, makeup-accented eyelids for a moment as she looks in askance towards the babbling man. Not even -somewhat- sure of what to make of him. Her lips full and accented with the same shade of dark black makeup that darkened her eyelids opened for a moment before closing again. Her rich, deep voice finally speaks, though in an unfamiliar language.<br><br><em><strong>"Majununi mwanaume..."</strong></em><br><br>She glances towards the redheaded teenager beside her, still holding onto her arm before turning back towards the green-skinned man. The sudden appearance of another costumed man hanging from the ceiling and suddenly behind her caused her to jump slightly, the long ivory locks of hair that fell from her head rustling with the sudden movement. She pauses for a few moments once again. Her chocolate brown, exotic features twisted in thought and concentration for several moments.<br><br><strong>"Hello... Spiderman."</strong> she greets the one newcomer she had at least -heard- of by name. <strong>"And I am not certain what the problem is. Either he is having a psychotic break or yellow boxes containing his belongings have yet to arrive, or have been lost?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 20:03:20</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High - Trig Class<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol didn't say anything about his condolences. She had gotten used to people offering such, though he did seem genuine enough as some others just said such things to make themselves feel better about it. She noted his touch and looked to his hand then back to him with a smile. He seemed nice and it would be good to have a friend in the school who was familiar with the terrain and the students. Listening to him going on about the school and such she nodded a few times. Most students felt that way about their own schools and she had to wonder if he was an unofficial welcoming committee who was sent to new students to revv them up about the school they just enrolled in.&nbsp; It instantly reminded her of a glee club sort and she almost chuckled at her own thoughts. <br><br>”Yes, I did the homework, as best as I could. I expect the ones you had trouble with are the same ones that gave me trouble also.”<br><br>The blue eyed blonde nearly replied back to his statement on the homework but saw the teacher coming into the room. She looked ahead and then back to Bobby with a smile as if to say she'd talk with him more about things after class. <br><br>“Before we get started today I would like you all to welcome a new student to the class, Miss Carol Danvers who just transferred here from Boston. Miss Danvers please raise your hand so everybody can put a face to the name.”<br><br><strong>"Right Here. I'm Carol."</strong><br><br>Feeling her face flush a little with the spotlight being put on her immediately she raised her hand and stood as the teacher addressed her. Brushing down the skirt of her dress she offered the class a smile as she turned and gave a small wave to them before settling back down in her seat. Carol would never be a cheerleader or a debate team captain. She'd likely never join a glee club or anything of the sort. Pushing her hair back from her face she chewed at her inner lip and let out a slow yet soft sigh.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 05:58:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran, Spider-man, Wade/Deadpool/Mr. 4th Wall<br><hr>Jean glanced between the odd man talking about yellow boxes; the green-skinned man talking about Thron'zart, which very well could be a type of muskrat for all she knew; Storm who was speaking gobbely-gook; and the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler who just happened to come out of nowhere and was currently hanging from the ceiling; before the redhead inhaled deeply and came to the logical conclusion that she'd naturally woken up that morning in an alternate reality.<br><br>In her opinion, they all seemed a bit on the crazy side to her.<br><br>"We could call the cab company or bus that brought you here and see if they have your yellow boxes," Jean attempted to help before she added, "I'm sure you didn't offend the boxes.&nbsp; They're likely just temporarily misplaced."<br><br>She glanced at the others with the hope they'd be a bit more helpful than she could be.&nbsp; She didn't even know where the nearest phone was to call whoever it was that dropped the man off.<br><br>"Do you know if they were going to be delivered separately?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 00:43:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Wade Wilson</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Canada. Pointy things. ALL OVER.</strong><br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Halle Barry, Redhead, Green Guy, Spidey.</strong><br><hr><br>Wade chuckled to himself as he approached the confused others, leaning against the wall just to the side of the open elevator. He'd listened to the others speak for a moment, noting Ororo's comment, spoken not in gobbely-gook, <em>Which I'm quite fluent in</em>, but Swahili, <em>Which I can't understand a lick of</em>. True, He hadn't a clue what it meant, but he remembered hearing it long ago. He heard it <strong>a lot</strong> over in Africa. He'd taken a job in eastern Africa, hired to take out some powerful drug Lord in Somalia. Though his memory of the event was hazy, he remembered the moment of truth all too clearly. <em>Went with my industrial sized doorknob then..kekekeke! The look on their faces when they found the body...</em><br><br>A wide smile had spread over his face as he allowed himself to reminisce, and for that moment, he seemed content, but rather distant. Everything had been so hazy before that, however...had he actually remembered all the innocents he'd slaughtered along the way, he may not have found the memory so entertaining anymore. SHIELD had been very careful about how they tweaked his mind..allowing him to remember the joy of killing innocents would've made him more of a liability than an asset. Of course, they couldn't iron out all of the crazy or the homicidal tendencies, but at least they could point all that energy in the right direction.<br><br><strong>"Psychotic break? Oh no no no, Ms. Barry. You should only be worried if I have a Sane break..."</strong> He assured with a playful wink. <strong>"..well...only if I go for too long without acting like myself. THEN I'm a Skrull, and you should probably do something about it."</strong><br><br><strong>"Anyway, I have no idea what you guys are talking about...I've got all my things right here.."</strong> He explained, holding up the cases and such. <em>Only things those boxes hold are my thoughts...the italics are nice though..sssswanky.</em> He turned his attention to Jean when she began to speak, raising an eyebrow slowly. She didn't understand him either, which, at this point, he was kind of used to, but she seemed generally nice though, and she was one of the only ones who hadn't outright called him crazy, or alluded to that obvious fact.<br><br><strong>"It's fine, don't worry about it, Testarossa.."</strong> He commented, his smile calming a bit from the excited expressions he'd been showing thus far. <em>Doubt a buncha tight-asses like SHIELD would enjoy my yellow boxes much, anyway...</em> <strong>"I assume you guys know why I'm here, yeah?...New addition to the Thunderbolts!...No wait...the Howling Commandos!......Wait....The Avengers. Yeah, that's it."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 01:04:37</strong>
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				Spider-man tilted his head in bemusement as the man had a lucid moment, twisting around and landing on his feet as he did. When he heard the new about him joining however he turned his head over to Storm, “Wait, you mean you’re letting <em>him</em> in,” he looked between the two again, “Oh this is going to be fun, any idea where The Human Torch might be?” he asked as he turned towards Storm.<br><br>He was referencing John, and he was pretty sure that he was known by the rest of the team he had invited him into. He didn’t plan on moving in with these guys yet, and since John had been the only one he had really talked to when it came to joining the Avengers he’d have to be the one who referenced him in. He had thought about revealing his identity right off the bat, but in the end had decided it was too risky to do with people he didn’t know yet. Nevermind moving in, that idea had been thrown out at the get go, who was going to help his aunt if he was gone after all?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 01:24:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean, Spiderman, Rambling crazy guy<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Her clear blue eyes continue to focus on the seemingly unstable man for a few moments, pursing her lips as he spoke before replying.<br><br><strong>"It is not Ms. Barry, it is Ms. Munroe."</strong> She corrects, one of her white brows arching for just a moment.<br><br>Turning her attention towards the upside down hanging wall crawler she then answers his own question.<br><br><strong>"He is attending school at the moment I believe. The Highschool just across the way is where most here who are students attend. At this time of the morning classes have likely already begun however, so you will have to wait until this afternoon to see him."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 18:28:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High/ 1st period Trig<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol Danvers<br><hr><br>Bobby notices the look Carol gives him when the teacher comes into the classroom and takes that “We’ll talk later” look as a promise. He gives her a look that says “I’ll hold you to that.” After the teacher introduces her and asks that she identify herself he takes the opportunity that was given by the statement of wanting them to welcome Carol to speak again with an amused smile playing across lips and in his sparkling eyes.<br><br>”Welcome, Carol, I’m glad you chose to grace our school with your presence.”<br><br>From there the class proceeds as normal. The homework is collected by two guys who clearly have a crush on the attractive teacher and piled on her desk. Bobby mostly pays attention to the lesson but occasionally leans over to make a comment or joke quietly to Carol. He takes all the necessary notes. But during some of the explanations of different problems and their solutions his mind wanders. He thinks about his training with S.H.I.E.L.D. over the last few years, but more importantly he thinks about the new team that is being put together the Avengers and his invitation to join. With the invitation is also the suggestion that he move out of his parents’ home and into a dorm room in the Tower. This idea both excites and frightens him at the same time. He has already talked to his parents about it and they have said that the decision is entirely his to make.<br><br>When the class ends Bobby collects his books together then waits to stand until after Carol rises from her desk. He accompanies her out into the hallway, unless she needs to talk to the teacher, in which case he will wait for her just outside the door. He is pretty sure that her locker is close to his so they might as well walk together. That way he can also help her get to her next class if she does not know how to find it. It occurs to him that it is an odd coincidence that she is a new student right at the same time the team of more than normals is being put together and cannot help but wonder if that is the real reason she is there, but does not want to say anything in case she is not or wants to keep her identity a secret even from teammates.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 23:57:20</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower Lobby<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm, Jean, Wade, Spidey<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran had to admit he was slightly on edge around the insanity-stricken guy.&nbsp; He watched him carefully, not letting his eyes stray until he noticed the wall-crawler slip in and slide down his web upside down beside them.&nbsp; He had not seen the colorfully garbed hero before, and so his appearance was slightly unnerving.&nbsp; He would not say anything to either of them... but instead waited to see if Ororo knew them and whether they were supposed to be there or not.&nbsp; <br><br>He did look with a raised brow in Ororo's direction as Wade announced that he was here to join the Avengers.&nbsp; All in all, he was on guard... though his body language betrayed none of that, having been trained to become one of the galaxy's premier assassins.&nbsp; He would be ready if either of them proved to not be what they claimed to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 03:17:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High - Trig Class<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Nearly chuckling at the look on Bobby's face she looked ahead again. The warm welcome was appreciated as she gave a thankful smile and nodded. It would have almost seemed condescending in the wording but Carol could tell it was genuine and took it for what it was worth. The lesson seemed to fly by as she took notes after page of notes. Her mind occasionally drifting to the sleeping male she had kissed the night before and found herself lost in her own thoughts until the bell rang and class was over. The blonde hero quickly wrote down the homework assignment from the blackboard and gathered up her things. <br><br>She noted that Bobby decided to walk with her back to her locker and gave him a smile and a slight inclanation of the head. She had to wonder if he was just being nice or if he was a little smitten with her.&nbsp; If the latter was the case then maybe John would see that others were interested in her and he would finally come to his senses and realize how he felt. They may have only known each other a little over a day but to Carol when it was true love, or even infatuation that could develop into that sort of love, it was almost instantaneous. Besides, if he didn't want anything more to do with her, then she was sure there were other guys out there who wouldn't push her away. The only problem there was that she didn't know if she wanted other guys right then. <br><br><em> Why couldn't it have been Johnny Storm or even Logan or Steve? I had to trip over the hard one.</em><br><br>Her own mind wrestled with her as she sighed a little then started walking toward the lockers with Bobby.<br><br><strong>"So Bobby... how is the lunch around here, usually?"</strong><br><br><br><br></span><hr><hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Greer Grant / Tigra<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Magically Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>As Greer slipped into the black sedan she glanced back at the airport and wondered if she was ready for this. Colonel Fury assured her this was for the best. It would help her own agenda as well as those of S.H.E.I.L.D.&nbsp; She only hoped he was right. Traversing through JFK Airport was hard and the quiet brunette knew she had to do it. The crowds were always the worst part but not knowing where everything was, everyone was, that was harder. Her instinct to press that button just beneath her tshirt at her chest was steadily increasing until she found the man holding a sign. He was a balding man of average height and stood in an almost regal stance. He had the white board in his hand with her name scripted across the front in black lettering. After she approached him he nodded to her and offered an almost droll question in greeting.<br><br><strong>"Miss Grant, I presume? I am Jarvis. Follow me if you would."</strong><br><br>She didn't answer but nodded and proceeded to follow him through the crowd. Her luggage was apparently already retrieved as they moved out to the car that was parked in a reserved timed area. She still didn't speak as she slid into the seat in the back, after he had opened the door for her. The door closed promptly and soon after they were travelling down the road away from the busy hustle and bustle. It had been a little over a year and a half since she had been in a big city and couldn't remember things ever being so chaotic. Then again, maybe New York was a bit crazier than Chicago, either way she would be glad to get away from the traffic and into a more secluded place. <br><br>The car pulled up to the front of a tall building before it parked and her door was promptly opened soon after. Jarvis stood quiet and still with the patience of a monk as he waited for her to exit the vehicle. She slipped out and then looked to him with a polite nod before stepping up to the front doors. Opening up her carry on bag she looked at a small badge inside that had a photo of Tigra on it and a fonted name "Avengers" across the front. She was told it was her key to get in, but she wasn't quite so sure how that worked. Nodding to the driver she took in a deep sigh and moved to the doors of the tower before looking to a sliding key card port and then to her card. It didnt' take a genius to put it together as she slid it through and the doors opened a slight bit. <br><br>Pushing back her long dark locks she stepped inside and looked around. There were voices coming from not far away and from the sound of it, it was more than one. Three or four, maybe even five. Yes, five. She closed her eyes a moment then continued onward toward the sounds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 05:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran, Spider-man, Wade/Deadpool/Mr. 4th Wall<br><hr>Jean looked questioningly at the man who'd been talking about yellow boxes when he called her Testarossa.&nbsp; She didn't understand why he was calling her a car, much less if she should be flattered or offended.<br><br>"I'm Jean," she said in a friendly manner and extended her hand towards Deadpool.<br><br>She'd learned that a lot of people could be misunderstood and the best thing she could do was attempt to accept them for who they are.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure if that was the best course of action to pursue with the man in front of her, but it was possible that there was a logical reason why he was acting the way he was acting.<br><br>Her arm still extended she quirked an eyebrow at the spider-man.&nbsp; He seemed like he knew some people, at least.&nbsp; Though she didn't quite appreciate the judgmental or sarcastic tone he was using with the other new Avenger.&nbsp; The last thing any of them needed was to start off on the wrong foot.&nbsp; That would only make working as a team more difficult in the long run.&nbsp; Besides, if they couldn't even accept each other, how was the world going to accept super-powered individuals?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 18:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol Danvers<br><hr><br>At Carol’s question about lunch Bobby remains quiet obviously thinking of the best way to answer her question. He does not reply until they reach their lockers and he just automatically opens his right next to hers (the one she had mistakenly tried to open.) Once again without even thinking about it he cools the door down just enough so the door does not stick. He places his trig book and note book inside and removes his chemistry books with a slight sigh, his least favorite class and probably the one he is getting the worst grade in.<br><br>”Lunch, is well lunch. It’s not the greatest but as far as mass produced institutional food goes I guess it’s not too bad. There is a fairly descent variety to choose from and most of which is at least hot. Unless you get stuck with the last lunch period, by then the better food is already all picked over and the rest has been setting on the steam trays since first lunch. I had last lunch freshman year and pretty much brown bagged it most of the time.”<br><br>It suddenly occurs to Bobby that he had been told that if he chooses to join the Avengers and move into the tower he will be able to leave the campus for lunch and have his meal in the S.H.I.E.L.D. cafeteria. This thought brings a small unconscious smile to his face. In that instant he realizes that it is the one last thing to push his decision over to moving out of his parent’s house to at least sort of be out on his own and he decides that he will move into the tower. Joining the Avengers was never really in question he knew the moment the invitation was made he would accept it.<br><br>”What class do you have next? Do you need directions or a guide to get there?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 04:09:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Wade Wilson</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human...BLEH. Such a bland description...</strong><br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Ms. Munroe, Jean, Green Guy, Spidey.</strong><br><hr><strong><br>"Munroe? Oh...well....mah bad. I always get those names confused..."</strong> <em>And they tell me I'M crazy....</em><br><br>He tilted his head slightly, stroking his chin softly with his one empty hand. When he noticed the redhead's hand extended to him and the questioning expression that accompanied it, Wade took it without hesitation, despite how surprised he was by her approach. His calmed smile persisted as he gave it a light shake. <strong>"Wade...and it was compliment..I'm pretty sure it was, anyway. Not sure where I was going with it...You seem nice, though, so it definitely wasn't meant to offend, at the very least!"<br></strong><br>His grip lingered on her hand just a bit. He found it funny being approached with a simple handshake such as that. He also found it....nice. <em>This..doesn't happen. I proclaim this the greatest handshake ever! I shall cherish it always...</em><br><br><em>..Calm down, dude. It's just a handshake.<br></em><br><em>HEY!...It's a NICE handshake.....WAIT. My yellow boxes are RED italics...so that means you're...</em><br><em><br>Yep. The white boxes. BLACK italics. How come you weren't freaking out when you didn't see ME around, hm?</em><br><br><em>C'mon, buddy...don't make this awkward...</em><br><br>Only when Jean's eyebrow twisted at the web-head's comment did Wade finally release her hand, turning his attentions from the pleasant girl and her buddy to the costumed wise-guy that hung to their side and now stood nearby. He looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place the name. He decided to take a shot in the dark. <strong>"EY! 'Rachnid Kid. I'm not here cuz' Nick Fury thinks I look good in tights or somethin'. You've got your webby-doos, I've got doorknobs, pineapples and some sweet-ass skills of my own..Nice tights, by the way."</strong><br><br><strong>"So..."</strong> He grinned <strong>"Contrary to popular belief, all these things hanging off me aren't growths. Anyone know where I can put my stuff down?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 04:40:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean, Spiderman, Rambling crazy guy<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Clear blue eyes look towards each of the small group as they speak, listening intently. Her arm still firmly holding it's looped lock around the arm of the redheaded teenager she had known for quite some time. Only when the voices began to quiet and the conversation began to slow did she speak up.<br><br><strong>"Right. You two are also here to... well to attend the orientation for lack of a better term. I was just about to show Jean to the dormitory and common room level if you would both..."</strong><br><br>Her deep, heavily accented voice pauses as she motions from the odd case-holding man and then to the tight wearing man.<br><br><strong>"Would care to accompany us we can begin the tour since you are both... from what I understand here to join the 'team'."</strong><br><br>Her clear blue eyes continue to glance between the group of newcomers, and to the green-skinned man to her side before reaching back with her free arm to summon the elevator car -back- down to this level.
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				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 04:56:30</strong>
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				Though the others couldn’t see it Spider-man grinned at Deadpool’s response, amused rather than insulted at the man’s response, “Thanks, you know I just dry cleaned them to.” he chuckled as he turned his attention to the others, “Well, I got time to burn, why not?” giving a visible shrug he motioned for her to lead the way.<br><br>If he was going to be hanging around here might as well get the lay of the land. Besides, hanging out with Deadpool over there was turning out to be fun. He didn’t know if he was really insane or just pretending to be but either way he was definitely interesting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 17:11:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Library <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Nobody at the moment <hr><br>Steve was not trying to be truant, but he needed to fill in gaps attending trigonometry or English would not be able to fill. He had plans on attending History class that day, he saw it was right after lunch but the first part of the morning was devoted to catching up on what he had missed the last half a decade. Hydra was impressive with its technology back in the late 40's, he had known and worked with Howard Stark but as accepting as he was about technology in the modern age he still had much to fully comprehend. How did so many people known about him so much? He had people high five him, greet and pat him on the shoulder. <em>"Hell yea Steve, look at that, 1 million views over night! Yea Captain!" Hello Steve" Hey man.</em> The biggest eye opener was the world's thoughts on mutants, after opening you tube he saw the reactions on his fellow team mates and it nearly made him sick to his stomach. <br><br>He dreaded tapping in a few names, he moved away from global history and towards the newspaper archives. Howard Stark, Dead. His old unit, retired or dead. As names began to cycle, he also used the Avengers data base. Dum Dum Dugan...alive, promoted and retired...living in Boston in a nursing home. Col. Chester Phillips, ret, deceased. Gabe Jones, KIA. Jim Morita, retired, deceased. His fingers slowly tapped the final name he could bare reading about. Lt. Peggy Carter....retired, living in a retirement home with severe Alzheimer's disease and Dementia...<br><br>He stared at the screen, of everyone he knew he only had two names on his sheet of paper. Steve palmed his head, closed his eyes and let it all sink in. People should be able to understand why he skipped a few classes that day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 22:11:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/morena_baccarin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Library<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve<br><hr>Janet was skipping class.&nbsp; It was something boring like trigonometry or chemistry.&nbsp; She may've been the daughter of a world renowned scientist, but that didn't really mean she shared his interests.&nbsp; Besides, school was for people who needed it.&nbsp; She would've left campus except for the fact that she had art next period.&nbsp; Art design and business ethics were the only two classes she had regularly attended since she'd arrived at Storm Valley High.&nbsp; The only reason she even attended class was because it was part of her "cover".&nbsp; Why she needed a cover when she had publicly announced what she was didn't make a whole lot of sense to her.&nbsp; Leave it to the Feds to make things complicated.<br><br>She was currently wearing an ensemble that looked like it came from the cover of a fashion magazine.&nbsp; Not your typical high school attire; knee high boots, black leggings and a red dress whose hem she'd likely get reprimanded by several teachers for.&nbsp; If Storm Valley high had a uniform policy, she was blatantly breaking it.&nbsp; Jan was simply strolling through the tall bookcases and doing her best to avoid the glances of the librarian or any other person in authority when she spotted Mr. Steve Rodgers.&nbsp; For being an old fart, the guy was cute!<br><br>With a casual sway, Jan approached Cap from behind, then draped her arms around his neck and brought her chin down to his shoulder so she could look at his computer's screen.&nbsp; A quick glance gave her a bunch of names that didn't mean anything to her and she promptly lost interest, in the screen.<br><br>"Hey sexy, why so down?"&nbsp; She purred into his ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 05:15:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High - Classes, then back to the Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol chuckled a little bit at his description of lunch and how he didn't even trust it most of the time. After a moment she then dug into her bag and pulled out her schedule. Giving it a glance over she nodded as she nibbled at her lip some. Her long blonde hair falling forward a bit, hiding her face from his view temporarily. <br><br><em> 1st Period - Trigonometry<br>2nd Period - English<br>3rd Period - History<br>Lunch A<br>4th Period - Physics<br>5th Period - Study Hall<br>6th Period - Gym </em><br><br><strong>"Well.. I have a map of the school that shows me where everything is, but if you are going that direction I won't object to a guide. I have English with Ms. Hall, Room 243."</strong><br><br>It didn't take long for her to sweep it back with a gentle motion and look back to him. She gave him a smile and then folded the paper in half and tucked it back into her bag before moving to her locker with him. She dialed the numbers again, just as she had before. This time however she didn't make a mistake of going to the wrong locker. After getting it open she grabbed her English and History book so she didn't have to come back before lunch. Closing up the metal door she spun the lock with a click click clack and waited for him as they headed to class again. Whether he took her all the way to class or not they were both sure to make it on time. She would allow Bobby to help her find her History class next and then when the bell rang for lunch she had made her decision to go back to the Tower for food. The school cafeteria didn't sound very appetizing. She met Bobby at their lockers. He was a nice guy but she wasn't sure if he would be okay with knowing who she was. Innocent people got hurt when they became friends with supers. Hell supers got hurt when they were out with other supers. That was a true testament of the other day with the fight downtown. <br><br>It had never dawned on Carol that maybe she had been seen on television that day, but hopefully no one pieced together it was her that was being all hero like along with the others. Colossus and Ares had their own way of covering up but she and Steve hadn't. Where was Steve anyway? Wetting her lips she looked back to Bobby half in and out of thought.<br><br><strong>"Sooo.. I am gonna head home for lunch and pick up some things. You wanna meet me back here after?"</strong><br><br><br></span><hr><hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Greer Grant / Tigra<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Magically Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Moving further into the lobby her footsteps didn't make much of a sound but for the slight squeak of her new white running shoes on the shiny floor. Most of that was covered by the talking and what not up ahead. She wore a pair of bootcut navy jeans that fit well to her form but were more for comfort that looks. A dark blue hoodie, with a number four encased in a circle decorated the front, was tugged on over a white tee shirt. The shirt peeked from the waist line of the pull over when she shifted now and again. Greer tugged it down some and then continued onward. All of her clothing had a new look to them, save the hooded pull over. It was well loved but also well cared for.&nbsp; A slight tug of her bag over one shoulder was given before she saw the group moving toward an elevator. <br><br>Her blue eyes shifted over each in turn. The dark skinned female was Storm, or Ororo Monroe. A weather witch of sorts. She remembered that from the dossier she was given on who to contact. The others she didn't know other than Spider-man. He was in the paper a lot, but why was he here? As far as she knew he was a menace to society! The green man and the other were definite unknowns. She pursed her lips some and then continued on looking for a door or some sign that would direct her to Dr Strange. It appeared this grouping was rather busy and on their way elsewhere.<br><br><em>"Dr Stephen Strange. Sorcerer Supreme. Where are you hiding?"</em><br><br>She moved around the Lobby to various doors and looked at them each in turn. Her musings of who she was looking for echoed in her mind. Greer had to wonder just what kind of person a Sorcerer was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 08:03:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol Danvers<br><hr><br>Hearing Carol say what her next class Bobby knows exactly where the classroom as he too has Ms. Hall for English but he has her fourth period directly after lunch. The two classes are in different sections of the building but he knows without even thinking about it that he can easily walk her room 243 and still get to room 112 before the bell rings without rushing too much.<br><br>”I’ve got English with Ms. Hall too but not until after lunch. I think you’ll like her at least for me she makes English fun and interesting. The science labs are in a different section of the building but it’s not that far I can guide you your class and still make it my own without being late.”<br><br>By Carol’s selection books Bobby easily figures out that she has history after English and guesses that she too has the first lunch. It does not surprise him that she is taking both books with her as coming back the locker would be out of the way as the history and language classrooms are in the same section of the school. When she says that she will be going home for lunch he is only mildly disappointed as he has enjoyed her company so far and he would have liked to get to know her better by having lunch with her. It only takes a second for her statement to sink in that he can now go across the way to the Avenger’s Tower and have lunch in the cafeteria. The food is quite likely to be better and maybe he can meet some of the Avengers. This thought brings a smile private smile to his face.<br><br>Bobby leads Carol to room 243 via a route he had never thought from looking at the school map. It is less crowded and actually a more direct route through a little used hallway that is not clearly marked on the map, but he had learned of it one day last year when he had gotten delayed and was running late. It was open and lead in the proper direction so he had used it even though he had previously over looked it. It had resulted in him making into the classroom just as the bell rang so he technically was not tardy. If he had taken his normal route like most of the other students he would have been about a minute late. Now he uses it frequently without even thinking about it.<br><br>”I have A lunch. If you do too then I can meet you back at the lockers and escort you out of the school at least. I’ve decided to go out for lunch today to see if I can find something better than what they serve here.”<br><br>Stopping just outside room 243 Bobby gives Carol a quick little bow and says he will see her later. He then turns and heads off for Chemistry at a brisk pace to help ensure he makes it before the bell rings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 21:53:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High - To the Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">”I have A lunch. If you do too then I can meet you back at the lockers and escort you out of the school at least. I’ve decided to go out for lunch today to see if I can find something better than what they serve here.”<br><br>She nodded to the brown haired boy and smiled.&nbsp; She was thankful he was going out as well but didn't want him to think she was just brushing him off either. Carol wondered if Johnny had ever made it to class and if Ares had even bothered showing up for school. Likely not. He was fickle that way. Her lip curled a little and then she looked back to Bobby again.<br><br><strong>"Okay. See you then."</strong><br><br>After her classes she was waiting at their lockers for her "escort" out of the school. She wasn't too sure how she was going to just walk across the street to the Tower without him thinking she was some elitist rich kid. After all the Tower was massive and impressive as well as looking quite expensive. Having put her books away she leaned against the locker and watched as people came and went. A couple was pressed up against each other just down between lockers. She looked at them for a moment and tried not to stare. They seemed so engrossed in each other that they didn't care where they were or who saw them. She sighed a bit and finally looked away back down the hallway. She finally wrote a quick note and stuck it in the vent of his locker.<br><br><em>Had to run. See you after lunch. - Carol </em><br><br>She finally just headed out the double doors to the school and started off at a slow jog down the walkway toward the Tower. There was only 43 minutes left for lunch and she definitely wanted to eat and check in on John. Her speed picked up a bit as she pushed it on but was careful to keep it at human limits. There were too many people around or else she'd have just flown over. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 22:27:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Stormvalley High / To the Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol, Open<br><hr><br>Bobby is slightly delayed after his third period class by a couple classmates asking him some questions about the homework. He really does not see that he has to rush to meet Carol as she certainly knows her way out of the school and it is not like they are a couple. He would not be opposed to exploring that possibility but at the same time it is not something he feels he needs to rush into. He therefore politely answers their questions as best as he can before heading to his locker. As he turns a corner he sees Carol slip something into his locker and move quickly towards the exit. He shrugs minutely and just continues at his current pace and does not call out for her to wait.<br><br>When Bobby reaches his locker he quickly opens it and the first thing he does is find the note Carol had slipped in to it. He then puts his books neatly into the locker. He closes and locks it before reading the note. It pretty much says what he was expecting it to say so does not bother him. He is confident enough in himself to not take it as anything personal. He neatly folds the note in half as he heads for the double doors also. He drops the small piece of paper in the first garbage can he passes. Once out side he pauses just outside the school and looks towards the tower letting his eyes move up to the upper levels. After just a moment he brings his eyes back down and heads straight across the way to the tower entrance.<br><br>&nbsp;It is not until he reaches the security door requiring a passkey that Bobby remembers the keycard that had been given to him. He fishes it out of his pocket and runs it through the card reader. When the door opens he steps in and looks around for signs or a directory to tell him where the cafeteria is. He keeps the keycard in his hand just in case he needs it again to move around the tower. He is not really expecting to run into anybody he knows so he does not look for familiar faces as he moves further into the tower still trying to locate the cafeteria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 22:55:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Wade Wilson</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human...~grumble~</strong><br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Ms. Munroe, Jean, Green Guy, The Splendiferous 'Rachnid Kid</strong><br><hr><br>Wade grinned at Spiderman's comment, nodding in agreement as he reached up to pat one of the dufflebags hanging at his side. <strong>"I hear ya, I hear ya! Nothing quite like a freshly laundered set of tights to warm the buns and case the sausage!"</strong><br><br><em>Case the...? OH. C'mon, that one wasn't even in good taste!</em><br><br><em>Quiet, you.</em><br><br>His attention was directed away from Spidey when he heard Ms. Munroe's accented voice offer them a place in the tour. He gave a light shrug, giving her a brief nod, and maintaining that same grin Spiderman had set upon his face. <strong>"Sure thing. But tell me...will there be snacks?"</strong> He set his hand on his stomach, chuckling to himself. <strong>"You really know the economy's in the crap when secret agents can't even feed their guests..<span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">goddamnit, SHIELD</span>..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 23:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br><hr><br><br>John was seated upon his empty bed. The fur pelts that had once covered it had been dashed into the fire due to the floral perfume that had soaked them. He was unenthusiastically engrossed in his flat-screen television whose volume echoed throughout the empty space of his bed chamber. His forehead was pressed against the wood of the bedpost, while the remote was angled over it so its eye could continue sending commands to the receiver.<br><br>John was blindly flipping through channels. He hadn’t understood what the magic mirror did, but it showed him things that could have been real or fake. What had been on currently hadn’t interested him. The News had been showing highlights of the battle that had went on Downtown, and John was in no mood to recall that fight. The fight that had interrupted his double date, and proved just how weak he was without his ability to kill.<br><br>The teenager’s arm lazily flopped to his side. The remote slipped free of his slack grip and clattered across the stone floor. The television was showing reruns of <em>gLee</em> as they were doing a shitty cover of some song he had never even heard of. Thump, thump, thump, was the sound of John bashing his skull against the bedpost.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 06:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Library <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<hr><br>Steve really needed a moment to accept it all, the realization twisting a knot in his gut. He sighed deeply, on the verge of getting up not exactly sure how long he had been looking up names and spent thinking about them with his hands over his eyes when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. "Peg.."He began, cutting himself off when he recognized the voice. "Ohh...Janet Hi." Steve greeted kindly before he shook his head a bit."Nothing just...trying to look up old friends." He answered honestly before tapping the buttons on his keyboard to print the two names on his list. The screen flashed the hundreds of windows he had opened, tapping a command to force close everything at once. <br><br>His hands moved to touch her arms, letting the touch linger, finding the comfort in the hold even if it was unintentional. "About to head back to the tower for lunch, want to join?" He offered as he undid her hold and stood up, bending forward to grab his backpack from under the table that held the round shield within it perfectly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 07:23:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/morena_baccarin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Library<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve<br><hr>Jan pursed her lips with a smile when he misspoke.&nbsp; He got it right quickly enough.&nbsp; It probably wasn't all that fair to sneak up on a man when his mind was one hundred miles away, or in Steve's case seventy some years ago, roughly speaking.<br><br>"I think I'd let you call me whatever you wanted," Janet whispered in his ear.<br><br>She hadn't noticed how many windows he had had open until he pressed the command to close them all.&nbsp; If they were all gone, that just meant he needed new friends.&nbsp; She knew how to make friends.&nbsp; All it took was a party, some famous faces, and plenty of alcohol.&nbsp; They had the famous faces already.&nbsp; That made getting the rest easy enough.<br><br>Jan gave him a teasing pout as he lifted her arms over his head and stood.<br><br>A whimsical smile formed on her lips when he asked her to go to lunch with him, "is it that time already?&nbsp; Time sure does fly when you're bored out of your mind," her tone was playful, as was the grin she shot him before looping her arm around his.<br><br>The debutante turned and waved at the librarian, no longer caring if the man saw her, and wished him a pleasant lunch in French, at least that's what she thought she said.&nbsp; Her French was about as poor as her grades.&nbsp; Once her fun was over she hugged Steve's arm and then let it go just enough so that it didn't seem like she was clinging to him, still having her arm looped around his elbow in an "old" escort type of way.<br><br>"The tower for lunch?&nbsp; Don't you want to go somewhere more hip?&nbsp; Or at least somewhere that has better food?&nbsp; I'll buy?"&nbsp; She teased.&nbsp; A moment later a more serious tone filled her voice, "Hey, you know, if you'd like someone to go with you for support when you look up your old friends, I'm sure I could clear my schedule?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 08:10:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean, Spiderman, Rambling crazy guy<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The sounds of agreement cause the dark-skinned woman to nod her head once. Strands of wispy ivory hair jostle slightly with the motion curling forward to wrap around her bared chocolate colored arms, and doing little more than stand out brightly against her skin. Stepping to the side with a single fluid motion her long skirt bellows outward with the quick but elegant step she extends her left arm, blocking the elevator doors from closing,&nbsp; keeping the care beyond accessible.<br><br>Allowing all to enter first she steps in once everyone had entered the car. The car was slightly crowded with so many bodies that it was easy to detect the slight scent of vanilla which seemed to cling to those ivory locks of her hair smelling like an ever so subtle perfume, perhaps shampoo? Reaching out with a single arm a delicate, long finger capped with a well cared for fingernail depresses a single button. The car silently goes into action moving the group up along the center line of the tall tower.<br><br>A soft chime heralds their arrival at the dormitory level. Stepping out into the hallway first she motions both left and then right with either arm in an odd, if theatrical motion.<br><br><strong>"This is the dormitory floor. To one side is the female wing, to the other is the male wing. If you continue straight ahead you can find the common room. Those of you whom are going to stay with us I welcome you to choose your room and drop off your belongings."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment, her accented voice was loud enough to be heard, but not so loud as to disturb anyone potentially sleeping or resting on the level.<br><br><strong>"Jean, the room adjacent to my own is free if you would like to be 'neighbors'?"</strong> She offers, turning to smile softly at her redheaded friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 09:24:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Library <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<hr><br>Logan shrugged the backpack with his free arm after Janet took possession of her other arm. He was a little dumbfounded by the whisper into his ear, when it came to the flirting game, Steve was quite a few decades behind. When she offered to pay for lunch his old fashioned mentality tingled much like Peter Parker had explained his sixth sense. "I guess I have simple taste...well the last few meals I recall in detail was the original MRE's...which is a shame I used to love meat loaf." He shared, making conversation as they left the library. <br><br>"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind...I'll need to make a weekend of it and go to Boston" He appreciated the offer but was not sure if he would take her up on it. "But Lunch sounds good, I'm not sure exactly what hips means...so...I'll just play along." Steve added, wondering if he should check in back with HQ before wondering off with Janet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 10:22:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/morena_baccarin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Library and Halls<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve<br><hr>"Stick with me solider boy, and I'll catch you up in no time flat," Jan teased before she pursed her lips, "we're going to have to swing through the tower any way.&nbsp; I think I left my card in my other bag."<br><br><em>Smooth move Jan.&nbsp; You'd likely forget your head if it wasn't attached.&nbsp; Oh well, maybe some of the others will want us to bring them back something,</em> she thought quietly to herself as she let Steve guide her out of the library and down the school's halls.<br><br>She was thankful that there were still a few minutes before the passing bell rang.&nbsp; With luck she and Steve could get out of the school and across the street before the other students flooded the hall and Steve was flocked with his type of admirers.<br><br>"What's in Boston?"&nbsp; She asked curiously after they had walked for a few minutes before adding, "Oh, I think I just thought of the place with the best meatloaf in the city.&nbsp; I promise you'll love it," she bit her tongue and cut herself off before knocking army cooking again.<br><br>She wanted Steve to like her, not come off like an insensitive... person... which she admittedly was far too often.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 10:35:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran, Spider-man, Deadpool/Mr. Yellow Boxes<br><hr>Jean had remained quiet as the boys got to know each other better.&nbsp; She was relieved when Ororo finally released her arm, but she was rather concerned for her friend.&nbsp; Ororo was one of the most well adjusted women Jean knew.&nbsp; For her friend to be a bit clingy meant that something had rattled her recently.&nbsp; She ignored the temptation to scan Storm's mind.&nbsp; She'd never do that to someone, much less a friend.&nbsp; Besides, Jean trusted Ororo enough to come confide in her when the older woman was ready.<br><br>Jean was anxious to see the tower, scope out her new home, and meet some of the others.&nbsp; Hopefully a few that weren't obsessed with spandex and tights.&nbsp; Though, she had to admit Spidey filled his tights out well.&nbsp; She didn't think she'd be complaining if all the guys filled a pair of tights just as well.<br><br>&nbsp; The redhead waited for Ororo to finish talking about their rooms before she turned to Gamoran politely asked for her bags.&nbsp; She didn't want to assume he'd carry them all the way to her room, and she hadn't decided if she wanted her room to be that close to Ororo.&nbsp; She loved Ororo like a sister, but she was definitely the older sister who'd possibly tell the parents if Jean acted out.&nbsp; Being so far away from the Professor and her old life, Jean had to admit, there was a part of her who was wanting to cut loose a little.&nbsp; Still, it seemed like Ororo needed her and maybe being close by was the right thing to do.<br><br>Jean glanced at Wade, she wasn't sure she should encourage him or not, but snacks did sound like an excellent idea.&nbsp; "Where's the dinning room, Ororo?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Stormvalley High</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 18:11:32</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Gamoran / Gamoran<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Alien<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm, Spidey, Wade, Jean, Greer, Bobby<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran offered a smile to Jean as he once again picked up her bags... still not sure what to think about this Wade and his eccentric behavior.&nbsp; For the time being, he would go along with Ororo's 'tour', taking the lady's luggage to her room.&nbsp; He did note the appearance of a girl with dark hair and a guy with brown hair as they entered the lobby of the tower, but as Storm had not addressed them he assumed they were of little concern right now.&nbsp; Probably just pedestrians that had gotten lost or curious.&nbsp; <br><br>As the elevator door opened and the others stepped inside, Gamoran slipped in as well.&nbsp; He said nothing as the elevator ascended up to the dormitory floor of the tower, and as the door opened once more he slipped out when it was polite to do so.&nbsp; He spoke to Jean in turn as she inquired about a dining room.<br><br><strong>"There is what I believe is called a 'kitchen' on this floor.&nbsp; It holds food, if you are hungry."</strong><br><br>For now he would simply follow Ororo and Jean until such time as she chose a room that he could carry her bags to.&nbsp; They weren't heavy, so he had no problems just standing there with them for the next few minutes.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 19:37:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm, Gamoran, Spider-man, Deadpool/Mr. Yellow Boxes<br><hr>"Thanks, Gamoran," the redhead said sincerely as she began to wonder down the hall Ororo had indicated was the female wing.<br><br>She moved quietly afraid to wake up someone who was still asleep.&nbsp; It was noon, and a school day, but that didn't mean someone hadn't been out late or was old enough not to attend the local school.&nbsp; Seeing an open door and what appeared to be an unoccupied room, Jean stepped inside to inspect it.&nbsp; It was quaint enough and she thought it would do.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly sure if it was near Ororo's but the hall wasn't long and it was the first empty room Jean had come upon.&nbsp; The telepath moved to the window and looked out.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what to expect, but was surprised to see the dizzying height and loud, boisterous city streets below.&nbsp; That was going to take some getting used to.&nbsp; She hoped she wasn't missing the sprawling lawns and trees of upper New York state.&nbsp; She'd always enjoyed visiting the city, but living here was going to take some getting used to.<br><br>She popped her head out and waved at Gamoran, "I think this one will work."<br><br>She felt bad that the large, green-skinned mutant was carrying her luggage.&nbsp; She had tried to take it from him though and he seemed like he wasn't bothered by it.<br><br>"Thank you, again, Gamoran.&nbsp; You didn't have to do that, but I do really appreciate it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 19:42:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower / Ground floor lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Greer, Open<br><hr><br>As he moves through the lobby looking for something to indicate where the cafeteria is located he hears voices and looks in their direction just time to see several people he does recognize entering the elevator. The most notable one is the large man with green skin the next would be the unmistakable Spiderman in his colorful tights. Bobby did not buy the media hype about the wall crawler being a menace so is not really surprised that he would have been invited to join the Avengers. The next most noticeable is the white haired dark skinned beautiful woman who appears to be leading the rest. Just because Bobby is a teenage male he notices the red haired girl before paying much attention the guy with all the cases with them. Before he can approach them to ask for directions or simply introduce himself the elevator closes and they are gone.<br><br>Bobby does notice a framed and glass covered black panel with white interchangeable letters on the wall in the center of the bank of elevators. He hopes that is a directory and will give him at least an idea of where the cafeteria is located. As he heads that direction he notices a rather attractive dark haired girl kind of timidly moving through lobby looking at each door and looking more lost than he is. Not being the shy type he approaches the girl moving around so that he does not come directly from behind her. As being here she is likely to be gifted or at the very least very highly skilled he wants to make sure he does not startle her.<br><br>”Your first time in the tower too? There appears to be a directory by the elevators. I’m Bobby, by the way. Are you here to join this new team they’re putting together? That’s why I’m here.”<br><br>Bobby points in the direction of the elevators when mentions the sign then lowers his hand and extends to the dark haired beauty offering a friendly handshake. There is a warm smile on his face and a slight sparkle in his eyes, but there is nothing leering or lustful in the way her looks at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 19:49:41</strong>
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				Spider-man gave a an amused but mortified glance at Deadpool, "Oh you did <em>not</em> just go there." &nbsp;he said with a chuckle as he started to follow the group inside. Being led on the tour he looked around the environment with an impressed whistle, "Nice digs, almost makes me jealous I'm not moving in." he commented as he was led from the dorms to the kitchen. As Gamaron came into the room Spidy looked over the newcomer with an impressed eye as he went off with jean's luggage to the room she had claimed. Turning towards Storm with a curious glance he pointed to where they had gone off to, "Who's the green guy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 20:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Breeding<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Any nearby<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Trouble could not have been seen any more clearly than when Domino arrived on the campus.&nbsp; Certainly there were more dangerous figures and those more hazardous to the health of the students.&nbsp; Few were as obvious with their intentions, however; with fewer still having the gall to be so transparent at lunchtime.&nbsp; Student milled about preparing to feast on their prepared meals or purchase sustenance from the various vendors.&nbsp; Their conversations drowned out by glass shaking bass of a beige Deville that now rounded the parking lot.&nbsp; Chrome bumpers were fitted to the old car along with spoke rims of the same metal.&nbsp; Light glittered off the surface to show that the owner had money to spare on the accessories if not necessarily the car.&nbsp; Though one didn't have to look far past the hood to know the reason for the car was the engine.&nbsp; Tinted windows kept the occupants a secret though the amount of smoke drifting upward from the car's interior would have accomplished the same task.<br><br>A few might cringe as the car came to stop, confirming that the occupants were not here by mistake.&nbsp; Smoke pillowed out from the rear, driver side door as it was flung open.&nbsp; The music became more distinctive and louder as the barrier of the door no longer impeded the music.&nbsp; That the lyrics consisted of the phrase "Smoke weed everyday" was probably of no surprise to any nearby.&nbsp; A pair of dark, denim clad legs slipped free of the car and peered through the haze.&nbsp; Combat boots, loosely laced brushed against the gravel of the parking lot.&nbsp; The denim was torn in small patches, with one suggestively placed at the figure's upper thigh.&nbsp; Despite the tightness of the fabric over her legs and the earned tears, the material held firm so that nothing more was shown.&nbsp; A wide belt hung limp along her broad hips, circling her as if something heavy were supposed to be at one end.<br><br>The belt and jeans ended low enough to show an expanse of white skin.&nbsp; Alabaster might have been more accurate for how white the woman's flesh showed.&nbsp; Muscles flexed beneath the skin which was not pale, but was indeed powder white.&nbsp; A plastic jewel flashed from the center of her stomach, a piercing placed against the flat expanse.&nbsp; The dark green shirt she wore cut the image short as the white skin disappeared beneath the ribbed material.&nbsp; Black leather was tossed forward over her top as well, quickly masking any onlooker from seeing definitively the rest of what she might offer.&nbsp; Bits of metal dangled from the well worn jacket.&nbsp; A couple of holes could be seen in the fabric of the jacket as well, more than a couple seeming to be bullet holes.&nbsp; Nails were painted black against the white surface of her hands to match the black of her jacket.&nbsp; The same color was tattooed around her left eye in the image of a spot while the other eyes was heavily darkened with mascara.&nbsp; Against her chest rested a pair of dog tags, nearly lost against the gold and silver crosses she also wore around her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping away from the smoke her features could be seen.&nbsp; There was a handsome set to her jaw, a strength to be found there along with an arrogant twist.&nbsp; Full lips thinned down into a line as she drew from a rolled up object pressed between them.&nbsp; Those lips were painted black in what was quickly becoming a theme.&nbsp; Her nose was sharply cast and her cheeks set with angular fashion.&nbsp; She was a sharp cast one whose eyes promise to miss little. Black hair fell down to frame her features while also remaining spiked at the top, a defiance to what others might want of her.&nbsp; Red lines crossed the white of those eyes from the smoke inhaled and surrounding her during the ride.&nbsp; A lazy grin filled her lips now before smoke flowed from her mouth.&nbsp; The blunt discarded absently before she tapped on the driver side window.<br><br>The window rolled down long enough for a black hand to pass a roll of money and a metal object to the woman.&nbsp; Both items were stuffed into her pocket before she turned back to remove a heavy duffel bag from the interior.&nbsp; Hoisting the green, canvas bag onto her shoulder she raised her middle finger to the driver.<br><br>"Should pay more attention on the dice and less on my ass next time, T."<br><br>The lazy grin faded as she turned to look at the students around her.&nbsp; A moment was spared to them before she spit onto the gravel beneath her.&nbsp; She was going to need her smokes before too much longer to survive this place.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 20:48:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower - Male Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares/John<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol had wasted no time in getting into the Tower. Once the coast was clear she literally flew in and headed to the stairs. The elevator was always slow moving upward and coming back down. She literally flew up the stairs, pausing only a moment to consider grabbing some food before shaking her head. If anything she could ask Jarvis if he'd bring up something or maybe she could bribe John to go out and get something with her. Carol had high hopes he wasn't in a rut still and the story from Johnny that morning made her believe fully that the god of war would be pouting at having been admonished by the sorcerer supreme. She was standing in front of John's door when the elevator rang out announcing its arrival to that floor. She smiled at her own ingenious thoughts as she started to knock. Her hand lifted then fell again. She smoothed out her hair and her dress before finally giving in.<br><br>Her knuckles rapped at the wooden door as she waited and tried to slow her breathing. Ororo had told her that if she had wanted to be with Ares it was up to her and she would be supportive either way. Carol really knew that Ororo was more or less just admitting that when or if Ares took over John completely and broke her heart she'd be there to help her piece it back together again. The sunshine haired female nearly turned and chickened out but shook her head at herself. She was never one to back down and she wasn't going to start by doing so because of her feelings for a guy. He'd have to deal with it. <br><br><br><br></span><hr><hr><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Greer Grant / Tigra<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Magically Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby, Anyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Staring at the doors, Greer moved past each one in turn. No signs on anything it seemed. She didn't try to open any of them as it was hard to say what might be behind those doors. Tugging her bag over her shoulder, she&nbsp; loosened the strap enough to let it rest along one hip as it draped across the whole of her midriff. Her hands stuffed down into the front pockets of her Fantastic Four hoodie as she continued walking around the spanse of the open lobby area. The dark haired female wasn't expecting anyone to approach but she heard him long before he said anything. Turning toward him she gave a polite smile back, albeit a touch shy and reserved. <br><br><strong>"Yeah... its a bit overwhelming in its entirety. I'm Greer. Nice to meetcha, Bobby."</strong><br><br>She took his hand and gave it a shake as much as you'd expect from a teenage girl. She had learned some control over strength and other more enhanced abilities during her time with S.H.I.E.L.D. and so she adapted into the "normal girl" routine rather quickly.<br><br><strong>"I was told to check in with Dr. Stephen Strange or Ms Ororo Monroe. I know Ms Monroe went up to the next floor with a group for some tour I'd assume but would you happen to know which way is Dr. Strange's office?"</strong><br><br>The rumbling of her stomach gave way to a quiet groan at herself for such a loud unexpected and involuntary exclamation from her body. It was true that she hadn't eaten anything since the night before, that is if you didn't count the pretzels on the flight. She could feel herself unwinding as energy levels were slightly lower than norm for her and her high metabolism craved that high protein diet she so wanted. Rubbing a few slender fingers across her middle she looked back up at him and pushed a few silken locks behind one ear.<br><br><strong>"Second thought... maybe a kitchen or somewhere to eat?"</strong><br><br>She flushed with embarrassment at the admission of needing food first and gave Bobby a sideways look of unsure hesitation before glancing back to her feet. Her long hair fell back down into her face again, obscuring her vision temporarily.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 21:35:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br><br>The knock resonated throughout his bedroom, and at first, John made no motion to open it. Who in their right mind would dare knock on his door? The question was asked mentally, but soon answered in the same manner. Who other than the one that has done it before? John’s brown eyes gazed at the ancient-looking door that shouldn’t have been underestimated. On the side Carol stood, it was a modernized porte made for the purpose of privacy. On John’s side, it was a large construct thick and sturdy to resist the forceful punches of a battering ram.<br><br>After thirty seconds of making no enthusiastic skip to his door, John reached down to pick up the remote and silenced the damn TV with a click. Setting it on the skeleton of his bed, he rose to his feet and crossed his room to the door. He drew back the immense lock and opened the door with ease.<br><br>Standing in the hall, was the golden-haired beauty who smelled of sweet strawberries. Under the ceiling lamps, her skin and hair seemed to glow and the bored and irritable frown John had been wearing seemed to vanish upon gazing on her. <em>Carol</em>; she was looking delicious today; unfortunately, the sight of her didn’t ease his aching stomach. John’s eyes rolled down her pink dress, and then across the hinted, humps of her bust.<br><br>“You look divine,” John openly complimented—he had every desire to touch her just then, but he resisted. “I feel disappointed that I didn’t venture to school today, but then what would I’ve done, but look at you all day?”<br><br>Seeing Carol was a breath of fresh air. He had forgotten his issues momentarily…<em>momentarily.</em> Turning from the door, he left it open for if she wanted to enter his bedroom that had once harbored the largest collection of deadly weapons in the world—<em>pre-goddess-hatess</em>. It was now as empty as a new house.<br><br>John took a seat upon his bed, forearms resting upon his navy-blue, jean-clad knees, and a black, muscle shirt clinging to his torso like a second skin, emphasizing the bricks that built his powerful frame. His eyes were cast down at the floor between the black, steel-toe shoes upon his feet. There was much to talk about with Carol. John was making it more difficult than it would have been as Ares. He ran over different ways to start the conversation until he couldn’t stand seeing himself actually taking so much thought to it as though his decision could end the world.<br><br>“Do you love me, Carol?” John finally came out and asked. He gazed up at her as though not expecting much. There was indifference on his face but his eyes showed eagerness. He desired an answer to that question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 21:51:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean, Spiderman, Rambling crazy guy<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>A small, but somewhat sad smile graces her full, dark brown lips as she watches her redheaded friend pause in front of one of the partially opened and 'available room' doors that line the hallway of the female dorms, the opposite end of the hallway from her own room, which sat framed by other empty rooms at the other end. Her friend was no longer a child, and no longer needed the 'older sister' figure to help her through difficult patches. She was a woman, and it was now time for her to fly on her own. However it did not lessen the soft sigh and pang of intense loneliness which coursed through her for a moment.<br><br>Crystal blue eyes cast downward for a moment before she speaks again, her voice still soft as to not disrupt anyone on the floor who may be sleeping or relaxing.<br><br><strong>"Gamoran is right, there is a Kitchen here on the floor." She begins, motioning with a single hand towards the green-skinned male. "Feel free to help yourselves to whatever you want."</strong><br><br>She pauses for a moment in thought before nodding, mostly to herself.<br><br>"How would all of you like to simply explore the tower on your own or in small groups? And forget the 'canned' tour. I am sure it would be rather dull, dry and you would all have a -much- more enjoyable time just exploring. And do not worry about going anywhere you are not 'supposed' to be. If a door is not meant to be entered it will be sealed without a proper ID to open it."<br><br>She faces the group once again, offering a small smile. <strong>"So go ahead, explore at your leisure, get to know one another and the building itself. And welcome each and every one of you to the Avengers."</strong><br><br>Offering a small wave she turns down one of the hallways, moving away from the dormitories and kitchen area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 22:35:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower / Ground floor lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Greer, Open<br><hr><br>Even though Greer’s hand shake is light Bobby grips her hand briefly just as he would anybody else’s hand for a nice firm hand shake. He does not release her hand too quickly nor does he hold it too long. Despite being a teenage heterosexual male he does not look at females as possible conquests for simple physical gratification. As a result his interactions are generally on a much more friendly level and likely has a lot to do with why he is still a virgin. He would much prefer to make friends with the possibility things becoming romantic and having the physical intimacy become a part of a relationship rather the purely physical attraction being what brings them together. After releasing her hand and listening to her responses he turns towards the elevators and gestures towards them again.<br><br>”I’m sorry I don’t know any more about where things are in the tower than you do. I did come here now in hopes of finding the cafeteria s this is my lunch period from school. Maybe that sign by the elevators will give us some information about where we need to go. Shall we search out food and Ms. Monroe, or the good doctor together?”<br><br>Knowing that sometimes the shy people need a little push to get them more involved in a social setting Bobby gives her a warm friendly smile then begins to head for the elevators. He stops just a few steps away and looks back over his shoulder at the timid beauty.<br><br>”Come on, Greer. Ms. Monroe just left the lobby. I doubt if Dr. Strange will just happen to find us down here and the food clearly won’t be coming to us. Let’s go find it ourselves. Oh, and I don’t bite …”<br><br>He smirks kind of playfully through a brief pause in his comment.<br><br>”… well I’ve never bitten anybody before anyway. I think you should be safe.”<br><br>Bobby again moves towards the elevators this time not stopping until reaching the sign. He smiles as he sees that it is indeed a directory of sorts. As he scans through the listing of sections and offices he frowns slightly when he does not see anything about a cafeteria. The closest thing he sees is a kitchen listed on the same level as the dormitories. This brings a slight frown to his face as he was not expecting to have to make his own lunch and is a little worried that he would have to provide his own ingredients as well. He suddenly thinks that this idea of coming to the tower for lunch was not such a great idea after all. Oh well too late to turn back now. He reaches over and presses the button to call an elevator that will be going up. With it being called he turns back towards to look at Greer and silently encourage her to join him with a friendly smile and a nod of his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 23:14:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower - Male Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares/John<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> Carol stood there looking at John for a long moment. Her breath was caught in her throat as she noticed the dissatisfied look on his face melt away at the realization of who exactly chose to knock on is door that day. She had done that. She couldn't help but grin widely and bite at her lip. It was like winning a battle against the largest army and coming out ahead with minimal loss. With Ares you had to count your victories and keep them close because the losses hurt so much more. <br><br>She followed him in without hesitation and chuckled a little at his proclamation about school. Pushing her fingers through her hair she nodded and looked around the now bare room with a rose brow. Everything was gone. She had to wonder if it was Dr Strange's doing. After all, most of Ares' toys were weapons and therefore dangerous in the eyes of many. Personally, Carol knew they were nothing in comparison to his axe. Glancing back to him as he sat almost sullen like on the bed, she started ask about the decor, but he caught her off guard.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong> "Do you love me, Carol?"</strong> <br><br>Staring blankly at him, she shifted to sit down next to him. Love was always something Carol felt and gave all too freely. Her heart pounded as her stomach fluttered and she bite at her lip. She wasn't sure how to respond. Did he want to know the truth? <em> Yes. A hundred times over Yes!</em>&nbsp; Did she trust John with the truth? Yes. Did she trust Ares with it? Not really. Which was where the lines of confusion crossed. John was Ares and Ares was John. Sort of.&nbsp; But could a god of war love a mortal back with equal fervor? Did it matter? Carol held back a sigh and knew in her heart that in cases of love or even infatuation, things like that didn't matter. You don't choose who you love or why. You just do. Who cares if they only met a couple days ago. It is what it is. <br><br>She finally looked at him after what may have seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds...moments even. Her voice was soft and she put a hand on his arm lightly. Her touch was warm and her breathing still shaky but she needed that contact just then. Maybe the blonde heroine was afraid of what he'd say back. But it was something she couldn't avoid or lie about.<br><br><strong>"Yes."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 00:32:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br><br><strong>Yes.</strong><br><br>John turned his head to hide the pleased grin that parted his lips. He suspected that she did, but he wanted to hear it from her lips. There was still much for them to talk about. Her answer hadn’t been the end of it. The grin faded as he peered at her hand upon his arm out of the corner of his eye. He glanced to the hall. He needed to concentrate. If he looked at Carol, he would have saw nothing but lust, a <em>patient</em> lust he had been keeping under control for awhile. John was sure they both had, seeing how when they first met, they had hit it off quite well.<br><br>“My sister came to visit me last night. T’is why my bed chamber looks the way it does. Everything that made me the God of War was taken from me, and all I have left is John, and…” His brows furrowed deeply. “This place. What is a God of War that can’t kill? I refuse to play the game of the gods, and I refuse to work for an organization that defends THIS!”<br><br>He stood and faced her. His hand rose to clutch the gold chain about his neck. “This is why I can’t kill. This is why I can’t be the God of War. So who am I but John Aaron? A mortal.”<br><br>He lowered his hand and frowned at the floor. “I am unsure if I can forsake my love for war and bloodshed. John shows me things. Through John I can understand things that I can’t as Ares, but I don’t know if I should understand these things. It’s not what I’m supposed to understand. Not understanding these things is how I do my job. No one understands that.”<br><br>“You know, when I was the God of War, before this mess, I didn’t ever question my job. The gods think I senselessly kill and never think. From all the wars I’ve fought, there are people, mortals, who deserve to die and are just as ruthless as I. Athena, my sister, after the war, would devise ways to provide some sort of humane service to imprison them despite all the lives they’ve taken. I am certain that most mortals would have rather seen scum like that dead. So am I supposed to just die? Because I am unable to kill I am supposed to be killed in return and justice is served?”<br><br>John gazed at Carol briefly and then turned his eyes away. He had wanted to categorize her under the kind of people he was about to explain, but he didn’t think that wise. “Mortals would say I’m evil for what I do. I have seen the way that black woman looks at me. She is one of those mortals. You know why I don’t feel bad for what I do? Because I exist because they exist. THEY made me. Not my father; not my mother…I could have been any ‘God of…’ but I was war. So why chain me with this damned collar! If there is any evil in this world, it is THEY who are evil, and I say, let the wheel turn and crush all in its path!”<br><br>“So do you think you could still love a man like me Carol? My philosophy and morals are different from your own. I know not why I’m even here except the gods wishing to punish me for being who I am.”<br><br>John had put him on quite the rant, and he was slightly surprised. Ares would have never spoken about his feelings. It was always a dismissive turn of the cheek or shrug of the shoulder and he continued on being who he was regardless of what anyone thought. Perhaps, if he knew how to speak like John, many past situations could have gone differently. But he was a killer that didn’t know how to move on. How was he supposed to assimilate without denying who he was?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 00:55:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Guiding her towards the city...maybe<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<hr><br>"No worries, you show me a good place to eat and I am more then happy to pay, besides I invited you." He said, feeling better if he handled the check anyway, it was how his brain was wired. Some things about Steve would not change even if he was blasted 70 or 700 years into the future or even back. When she turned for the tower, he offered a change of course towards the city instead. <br><br>Steve took a moment to reminiscence about Peggy, his mind wandering back a couple decades to the past and how it had all "ended". He turned to look at Janet as he answered."My old CO, heard she is still alive and wanted to say hello before it is to late." Steve confessed. <br>"You familiar with the area? I only went to Boston once to watch a Socks game a long time ago." He followed up with a question of his own, attempting to push his thoughts away from the two names on the paper he had stuffed into one of his pockets. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 02:02:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/tumblr_lvaz8fpA7I1qkmg8po1_250.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Wade Wilson</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Badass</strong><br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower, Dormitory Level</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Ms. Munroe, Spot (Domino)</strong><br><hr><br><strong>"Oh yes. I TOTALLY just went there."</strong> He answered Spider-Man with a chuckle before stepping forward. Wade took the dark woman's considerate gesture as a sign to enter the elevator, and being one of the only two among the crowd who had been carrying copious amounts of luggage, he was among the first to enter. Pressing against the back of the elevator, he let his back lean against it's metal, taking a deep breath before the area became cramped and cluttered with super powered bodies. It was a tight fit, yes, but not nearly as bad as he anticipated. When the doors finally closed and the group of five finally began to rise, he was quiet for perhaps the first time in years, looking around himself with a sort of child-like wonder. Even the elevator was pretty damn hi-tech looking. Not only that, but he couldn't help but quietly admire the vanilla scent that filled the elevator without being overpowering.<br><br><em>Ever been stuck in an elevator full of big, sweaty guys with guns? You'd appreciate smells more, too...</em><br><br>When the door finally opened, and Storm presented the dormitory floor with a slight touch of thespian flare in her movements, Wade hung back, allowing everyone else to clear from the elevator ahead of him. <em>Because that's just the type of guy I am. A proper battle-ready gentleman.</em> When everyone had cleared out, he passed Ms. Munroe with a grin, mimicking her same thespian flare in the form a friendly bow. <br><br><strong>"So the kitchen's up here too, eh? I'll certainly be paying it a visit soon enough.."</strong> <em>Convienient! You've been a bad girl, refrigerator. Mmmm....We're gonna get SO nasty. Just you wait..</em><br><br>When everyone had been dismissed and welcomed into the group, Wade couldn't help but smile. He slid his right hand into his pocket and walked optimistically towards the male end of the dormitory level, eventually turning and moon-walking along the smooth floor. He was happy to be part of this. He didn't know why, but he was happy. It was like a new beginning for him. As a mercenary, he would be viewed as a menace, no matter what kind of job he took. He was growing tired of being seen as a menace. Being part of the Avengers, he could be a hero. He would be a hero...by his own right, of course.<br><br><em>Deadpool, Defender of Earth...No, No. Deadpool, Champion of the Universe! Oh yes...I'm gonna 'avenge' hard. I'm gonna 'avenge' SO ha-</em><br><br>He moon-walked into the furthermost wall on the male side, nearly dropping his things, but didn't even stop to complain about it. <em>That wall had it in for me, though. It's just jealous because IT'S not an Avenger.</em> He was far too excited about this to dedicate an entire inner monologue to the vindictive wall that resided just outside of his room. That being said, he claimed the first door to the left of the wall, and immediately tossed all of his bags and cases onto the bed, stretching his arms above his head with a loud, long sigh. He threw a few punches ahead of him, a quick one-two-hook combo, grinning contently.<br><br><strong>"Felt like I was holding those bags for a week!"</strong><br><em><br>Yeah...seven days sounds about right.</em><br><br><em>Wait...what?</em><br><em><br>Uhhm...nevermind.</em><br><br><strong>"I confuse myself sometimes..."</strong> He mumbled, wandering over to his bed. He would christen this as his new room with a simple knob-polishing session, that is, he would clean his guns a bit. He first gripped the longer case first and pushed everything aside, crossing his legs on the bed as he lifted the cases locks and opened it with a 'click.' Before him lay the disassembled pieces of his favorite sniper rifle, a Barret M82. Among the disassembled pieces were a few accessories, such as a bi-pod, a standard 12x rifle scope and a silencer, as well as a single clip of several different types of ammunition, not to mention his cleaning rag. It hardly took him any time to clean and reassemble the gun. He felt in his element doing that, after all.<br><br>When the gun had been thoroughly cleaned, Wade moved to his window and lifted it open, bringing the case with him. He set his bi-pod up, as well as his silencer, expression the true speed and efficiency at which he worked, despite his questionable mental state. All he needed to do was ensure that the scope was clean, and what better way to do so than doing a quick sweep of city below? <em>See? I'm only providing over-watch for New York's girl scouts! The streets can be dangerous!</em><br><br>His scope eventually came to settle on the nearest parking lot to the tower, where he caught sight of a certain woman. Of course, he hadn't a clue why she was anywhere near Avengers tower. He hardly questioned it, looking her over through the scope of his rifle.<br><br><em>And so the plot thickens..</em><br><br><em>Oh...it's thick alright</em><br><br><strong>"Well, well....I hope she brought enough cleavage for the rest of the class.."</strong><br><br>He took a deep breath, leaning further outside of the window with a grin, allowing his scope to rest on her thigh. Taking another deep breath, he prepared for what he hoped would be the loudest scream he could muster. <em>Time for a Wade Wilson greeting...<br></em><br><strong>"HIIIIIIIII SPOOOOOOT!!!!"</strong> Reaching into the nearby case, he loaded a single clip of .416 cartridges into his gun, held his breath, took aim, and fired with pin-point accuracy. He very well expected her to dodge...unless she wanted to loose her leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 04:07:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm<br><hr>Jean didn't need her telepathy to know that she'd hurt Ororo.&nbsp; Honestly, she hadn't know which one her friend's was, though admittedly, she could've probably picked it out had she spent a bit more time choosing her room.&nbsp; The redhead waited for Gamoran to dump her luggage in her selected room before following Ororo.&nbsp; She wanted to be as independent as any other eighteen year old, but she didn't want to do it at the cost of her friend's feelings.<br><br>Jean quickened her pace a bit to catch up and waited until the rest of the group had thinned out a bit, "Hey Ororo, wait up?"<br><br>She wasn't going to apologize for the room she'd chosen, so what exactly was she going to say?<br><br>"Are you all right?&nbsp; You seem really disturbed by something.&nbsp; Why don't we just have a girl's night tonight.&nbsp; Maybe you can invite some of the other female Avengers, and we can all bond over cocoa and ice cream?"<br><br>She fell in step with Ororo before crossing her hands in front of her.&nbsp; "Just because the official tour is over doesn't mean I don't want you to still show me around.&nbsp; Unless you've got better things to do?"<br><br><hr><hr><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/morena_baccarin.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/ Wasp<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Storm Valley High Halls/ New York City streets.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve<br><hr>Jan shrugged with a grin.&nbsp; She might be a bit insensitive, boisterous and loud mouthed, but she understood a guy feeling insecure about finances.&nbsp; To her money wasn't important.&nbsp; It was just a tool to make life more enjoyable, and with her father's passing she had plenty of it.&nbsp; She figures she might as well help make those she liked happy with its use as well.<br><br>"Well if you insist, I guess you can twist my arm.&nbsp; Just be gentle, okay?"&nbsp; She added with a flirtatious wink.<br><br>She let Steve lead her toward the city and away from the tower.&nbsp; The loud, boisterous noise of the city greeted them as the left the school.&nbsp; To Jan the cacophony of sound was like a heartbeat.&nbsp; It made her feel alive and a part of something just knowing that there were a million other people around them.<br><br>"You have a car or is it alright if I drive?&nbsp; Are you going to be terribly upset if you miss your next class period?&nbsp; The restaurant I was thinking of is a bit away.&nbsp; I think the meatloaf will be worth it though," she smiled softly and waited for him to decide to drive or not.<br><br>"Not all that familiar with Boston myself.&nbsp; You're not still a Sox fan are you?&nbsp; You're living in New York now.&nbsp; You're not going to have to worry about villains, you'll just have to worry about the Yankee's fans," she teased (sorta).&nbsp; "They debrief you on Google maps, yet?&nbsp; If not, give me ten minutes and a high speed line and I'll be as familiar with the place as if I'd been born and raised there," she exaggerated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 07:29:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Steve and Janet move towards Downtown </em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117518.msg5802639#msg5802639)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 11:08:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Breeding<br><strong>Location:</strong> Parking Lot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Any nearby<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The words struck Domino as odd.&nbsp; Faint, distant and certainly meant for her.&nbsp; Those darkly painted orbs shifted toward the sound.&nbsp; From a window there was a figure tucking himself back into a window set high upon the tower.&nbsp; A puzzled expression crossed her seemingly painted features before the glint of a rifle scope signaled intent.&nbsp; On the battlefield a sniper only lifted the cover of his scope at the last moment, the final seconds before a shot was to be fired for fear of signaling position.&nbsp; The telltale sign forced her body to react while her mind gathered the needed information to respond.&nbsp; Legs shifted before even a sound could be heard as she knew the bullet would land before the sound reached her ears.&nbsp; &nbsp;The odds of dodging a bullet were slim to none, which was just enough for her to make the act possible.<br><br>Next to her the duffel bag hit the ground while her body lurched to the side.&nbsp; Around her the probability of being struck by the round was reduced.&nbsp; Forces behind her knowledge guided the bullet, slowly and subtlety away from her.&nbsp; Those forces steadily grew stronger while the round came closer, the object of her interest softly brushed away from her moving body.&nbsp; Synapses along her spine guided her body to the earth away from where the bullet found its non-existent target beside her.&nbsp; That there was still no sound did not bode well as the rifle was obviously not some amateur purchase.&nbsp; Her mind continued to spiral forward while her legs propelled her forward toward the tower.&nbsp; Already she knew the floor and direction of his location.&nbsp; The immediate concern of her safety fled her mind enough to allow her to recall the words and voice.<br><br><em>Spot.&nbsp; Annoying vocals.&nbsp; Holy fuck it's the Mouth.&nbsp; Who the hell would let him in here?&nbsp; <br><br>Same person that let her in here.&nbsp; Somebody was getting fired at SHIELD today.</em><br><br>The thought of taking him down on her first day brought a grim satisfaction to her soul.&nbsp; There were a couple of scores to settle, a bruised ego to reconcile between herself and that man.&nbsp; The tower was too tall for her to simple scale via the stairs.&nbsp; She would be out of breath by the time she got to the man and he would have ample time for an ambush.&nbsp; So instead she moved for the express elevators, pressing the button to take her up toward his floor, but not there.&nbsp; Instead she angled for one a flight or two below.&nbsp; The elevator doors closed.&nbsp; <br><br>Shoulders rolled back beneath her black, leather jacket.&nbsp; The woman's head cocked to the side with a resounding pop, a tilt to the other side brought forth another crackle.&nbsp; One hand reached behind her to check for the grip of her weapon.&nbsp; Soft and malleable, she had paid a pretty penny for this particular piece of equipment and the holster that made the weapon fit comfortably behind her.&nbsp; Time to see if the money was well spent.&nbsp; One round was already in the chamber, so no need to alert the security to its presence just yet.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 15:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/3643/stormhalle2sm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Entrance<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Jean, Spiderman, Rambling crazy guy<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Sighing gently she glances towards the teenage redhead walking to her side. She understood how concerned the woman was, and appreciated the thought. It was something not easily explained, she barely understood it herself this place, and the people within it just seemed to have an atmosphere of it's own, and one that was not particularly comfortable to the dark-skinned woman.<br><br>Her clear blue eyes rest on her longtime friend. She simply remained silent for several long moments before speaking.<br><br><strong>"You know... When I first arrived at the Institute I was a stranger in a strange place. However I very soon thereafter felt at least somewhat at home, somewhat at ease knowing that those around me held similar ideals, similar beliefs, and that I had nothing to fear from any of them under normal circumstances."</strong><br><br>She pauses once again, full lips pressed together in thought.<br><br><strong>"That is not the case here. There is no feeling of family there is no... Sense of belonging. There is no shared ideals. Most everyone is simply out for themselves. We have one who loves to kill, one who in all appearances is schizophrenic..."</strong><br><br>She trails off shaking her head once again.<br><br><strong>"I do not feel like I should be here, I do not feel a place here, I do not feel a unity a caring, a family... The very Tower, the structure itself seems to ooze discomfort and hostility. I believe Spiderman..."</strong><br><br>She pauses reaching behind her with a single arm to motion to the tights-wearing of the group that had begun to move apart.<br><br><strong>"Has the right idea by not actually living here. And I have given serious consideration to moving into the city and living with my Sister only coming in to work here when need be."</strong><br><br>She pauses once again, exotic features twisting ever so slightly in thought once again. She sighs deeply, deflating visibly.<br><br><strong>"I would be glad to show you around Jean, though I had figured you may have wanted to explore the tower on your own accord, meet some of the other inhabitants of the tower on your own terms without my previous judgments influencing how you see them. As for this evening... If you would like to spend the evening with me, I would greatly enjoy the companionship."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 17:32:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower - Ares Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares/John<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">“My sister came to visit me last night. T’is why my bed chamber looks the way it does. Everything that made me the God of War was taken from me, and all I have left is John....So do you think you could still love a man like me Carol? "<br><br>Carol sat there stunned for the moment. She listened to his words and she heard him. There was some truth to it and she could understand to a point his concerns and complaints. The collar was a mystery to her. She didn't understand why he had to be so restrained. Last night he had shown her he did have fury inside of him. He had Ares in there fighting against his human nature. The god vs the mortal. However, here he was, looking as lost as he could be while confessing just why he was. He was John now. Just John. She had nearly smiled at that but it would have been wrong. He must be having a hard time dealing with losing part of his identity. <br><br>She wet her lips and pushed back her hair from one shoulder before looking upward at him. Her deep blue eyes searching his face before she shifted to stand in front of him. Looking down she took his face into her hands and tilted it toward hers. She gave him a soft slow smile and leaned down ever so slowly so that she was face to face. <br><br><strong>"I don't think I can love a man like you, John. I do. I already do, regardless of who you were or are. I do admit a small part of me is glad you are as you are. Maybe it can show you somethings you would never have experienced otherwise. Restraint can be a rich tool when used properly and I think with me, you can learn that more easily than if you were consumed by Ares completely. I hope your meeting with your sister wasn't too conflicting. I know siblings are important no matter how much you might argue."</strong><br><br>She didn't look away from him but a small pain in her heart echoed at the remembrance of her lost brother. She leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly before pulling away. Carol wanted so badly to just curl up into his strong arms and sink into a heaven unknown, but that was foolish and she was already a bit irrational with loving him as she did.<br><br><strong>"Come.. lets go get something to eat. I'm sure you are starving and I could use some lunch as well."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 18:25:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Greer Grant / Tigra<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Magically Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Bobby, Anyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><br>She nodded to him with a shy smile. She didn't mind the company in finding those she sought. It was a good deal better than being alone. Being in such a large place by oneself, was cause to be overwhelmed and the rise of anxiety was inevitable for the dark haired girl. It seemed the school was across the street just as she was informed and that the day was midway over. Lunch was definitely something she'd have to get used to finding. Greer did wonder if there was a cook here or if they had to fend for themselves. It wasn't that she minded cooking, she actually liked it to some degree but didn't want to feel as though she were imposing on anyone. <br><br>When he mentions the biting bits she blushes a touch and giggles slightly. The joke was lighthearted and taken exactly as he intended. As they continued to the elevator she moved over with him. She was unsure of most things here but most of all she was sure that he seemed to know where he was going. <br><br><strong>"You have met with Ms Monroe and Dr Strange then? Did Colonel Fury find you as well?"</strong><br><br>She watched as the light moved on the top of the elevator shaft, showing its signs of coming down to them. It was a little slow moving but most probably preferred that to a fast shot up or down. Either way Greer would have been fine. She brushes back a few locks of hair again and peers up at the brown haired boy. She wondered if he knew who the other Avengers were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 18:33:37</strong>
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				Name/alias: Peter Parker/Spider-man<br>Origin: Spider bite<br>Location: Avengers Tower<br>Tagged: Deadpool, anyone<br><br>Deadpool would find himself suddenly having to dodge webbing as Spider-man reacted to the shot with the rifle, “Whoa what the hell dude?” Spidy shouted as he aimed at the rifle to take it from him, “This is a no shooting civilian’s area,” &nbsp;he didn’t know what had gotten into the crazy guy, but his crazy suddenly went from amusing to dangerous in his mind when he brought out and shot a lethal weapon like he had. He’d just take his toys now and try to figure out <em>why</em> exactly he was shooting with that thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 18:58:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/3633101371_88fce3622b_t.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower, Dormitory </strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Spot, Any poor soul who wondered what the hell was going on.</strong><hr><br><em>See Spot. See Spot Run...Shoot Spot.</em><br><br>He giggled uncontrollably as he lead the target, firing careless, effortless shots at her feet as her legs propelled her closer and closer towards the tower. Of course, this created quite a scene from the ground. People began to scatter and screams could be heard as vaguely to him as his own scream had been to Domino. The old Wade might've taken a few shots at the crowd below, as well, but now, he actively avoided them, feeling it unnecessary to cause any collateral. Of course, property damage was free game though, and a near 50 caliber shot would certainly leave a few wildly obvious and inconvenient pot holes. <em>Ya better get on that, Bloomberg.</em> <br><br>When she was too close to the tower to effectively shoot from his sniper position, he leaned himself far out of the window, letting his body hang upside down as he held himself up on the edge with bent legs, the back of his knees secured by the window sill. He was able to get a much better shot now, even from this position, which didn't help him much, considering the goal was never to actually shoot her to begin with. Before she reached the entrance, he was sure to take one more shot, just one. Of course, it missed, flying through a nearby commuter's briefcase.<br><br><em>After all, what better way to greet an old friend like her than with a warning shot?</em><br><br><em>..With the word 'hello?'</em><br><br><em>I said 'Hi', didn't I?!</em><br><em><br>How 'bout an apology then?</em><br><br><em>Oh, pshaw! It's just like old times!...Gee. I really hope that guy blames SHIELD for that.</em><br><br>His target was out of sight then, and so he withdrew back into his room, lifting his body from it's upside down position with ease and sliding onto his ass, onto the floor just below the window sill. He blinked a moment, looked towards the ground outside, and immediately pulled his head back in, dizzied by the massive height. If he had for a minute realized what the hell he had done, he might've fallen, or at least dropped his gun. Hell, for a second he even wondered how she'd even heard him from such a height. <em> but than I remembered, I'm Wade Wilson. And I will not be silenced!</em><br><br><em>....Wade. Put your clothes on.</em><br><br><em>Oh, me! I've already got clothes on. Silly goose.</em><br><br><em>No. Put your <strong>clothes</strong> on. She's coming, and she's gonna be pissed.</em><br><br><em>Oh. Those clothes...OKAY THEN!</em><br><br>He stood up quickly, dropping his rifle with abandon, and stripped down to his heart-covered boxers, giving himself a wink in the mirror. He hesitated a moment, however, reaching up slowly to touch the massive scar that rested over his left pectoral. The memories it brought back twisted his smile a bit, but rather than groan, he merely let out a low, awkward chuckle. <em>At least I have amazing abs.</em> He practically lunged towards his bed, grabbed for one of the duffel-bags, and ripped the zipper open, revealing his usual black and red getup. It didn't take him long at all to slap on his costume. In fact, most of the time it took could be blamed solely on the amount of pouches and belts he had to attach and wrap around him. <em>Sure, I could've skipped em', but if I'm goin' in costume, I'm gonna do it right! Who do I look like, the Bombastic Bag Man!?</em><br><br>He hardly even noticed when Spidey bursted in, catching his rifle before it fell to the ground. It wasn't until he had already stripped down and gotten into costume already that he even acknowledged the presence of the same tight-clad man from the elevator.<br><strong><br>"It's a reunion, alright?! And I'm not shootin' civies, look for yourself!"</strong><br><br>From there, he opened up the duffel bag, and strapped it's long, sharp contents onto his costume. The sheath's of his katanas crossed in an 'X' against his upper back, as per usual. From there, only one thing remained. He flipped open the smaller case that he had brought along, and grabbed one of the four guns that laid snugly inside of it. Two Heckler &amp; Koch MP7s and two MP-443 Grachs rested in the case, and he reached for one of the Grachs, a small but effective Russian handgun. He made sure to check his clip, and only when he was sure that the clip was new and full did he exit his room in a roll, holding the pistol out ahead of him as he checked his corners, leaving Spider-Man to his own devices.<br><br>Despite the fact that Domino couldn't have reached the dormitory floor yet, he moved and acted as if she could've been behind any one of the dorm room doors. His legs carried him quickly out into the open area between the male and female dorm areas, and he fell to a knee, his eye-slits narrowing as he once again looked to his left and his right. He didn't have much understanding of the layout of this floor, but he didn't fret. There was no skylight, and he could easily keep an eye out for whatever openings were around him. Most of his focus, however, rested on the elevators before him, the very same elevator he'd taken. If she was smart, she wouldn't take the elevator, but he entertained all the possibilities. She would come to him. All he had to do was wait...<br><br><em>...99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 19:03:55</strong>
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				Colonel Nick Fury stood at the command console of the helicarrier, tapping his fingers on the surface as he watched the satellite footage of the events at the tower.&nbsp; He watched as Deadpool fired out a window of the tower at one of the new recruits.&nbsp; She dodged and none of the students seemed to notice the gunshot, but that was completely inappropriate.&nbsp; He would have to contact Strange, much as he hated dealing with that damned Wizard.&nbsp; He sighed a bit, suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of an alarm.&nbsp; His eye snapped to his second in command.<br><br><strong>"Commander Hill... what the blazes is going on?"</strong><br><br>Hill, an attractive young woman with short black hair wearing a formfitting SHIELD uniform looked up with a frown on her face.<br><strong><br>"Sir... someone has taken control of our new satellites!"</strong><br><br>Fury scowled.<br><br><strong>"The Ragnarok units?&nbsp; No one's even supposed to know they exist!&nbsp; Who in-"</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/tumblr_lsid02rO601qcj7ffo1_500.png)</div>The command screen of the Helicarrier bridge flickered with static before revealing the iron face of a villain that Fury would rather not be dealing with right now.&nbsp; The mechanical faceplate and green hood marked him as one of the most dangerous supervillains the world has even known.&nbsp; Fury shook his head.<br><br><strong>"Doom.&nbsp; What the Hell do you want?"</strong><br><br>The diabolical despot of the small nation of Lavteria did not seem at all impressed by the director of SHIELD.<br><br><strong>"Twenty four satellites, each with the power to destroy a city.&nbsp; They are mine now... and with them, the world will tremble at the power of Doom."</strong><br><br>Fury gritted his teeth and started to press some buttons on his wrist communicator.<br><br><strong>"Get me the Fantastic Four."</strong><br><br>Doom interjected.<br><br><strong>"You mean the not so Fantastic Three?"</strong><br><br>The camera view of the villain panned out so that the helpless forms of Mr Fantastic, the Invisible Woman and the Thing could be seen, trapped in transparent tubes of an unknown composition.<br><br><strong>"Yes, as you can see... my long time foes are a bit indisposed of at the moment.&nbsp; The time of my new regime is at hand.&nbsp; You will arrange the unconditional surrender of the world's governments to me, or I will begin destroying major cities... starting with New York.&nbsp; You have 24 hours to comply."</strong><br><br>With that, Doom spun around, his cape sweeping dramatically just as the transmission ended.&nbsp; Commander Hill blinked, her mouth agape.<br><br><strong>"Sir, what are we going to-"</strong><br><br>Fury snapped back.<br><br><strong>"We call in the Avengers."</strong><br><br>Hill scowled.<br><br><strong>"The Avengers?&nbsp; They're not ready to take on anyone, much less a villain of Doom's caliber.&nbsp; We should-"</strong><br><br>Fury gave her a look that immediately shut her up.<br><br><strong>"We should do what?&nbsp; Give into his demands?&nbsp; I don't think so.&nbsp; Not on my watch."</strong><br><br>Hill stammered.<br><br><strong>"But sir... you know what those satellites can do."</strong><br><br>Fury narrowed his good eye and spoke with authority.<br><br><strong>"Make the call, Hill."</strong><br><br>Hill snapped to attention and, though she didn't like it, she nodded.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Yes sir."</strong><br><br><div align="center"><strong>******</strong></div><br>At the tower, Cap and Storm's communicators came to life... the sound of Commander Hill's voice heard by them and anyone around them.<br><br><strong>"Avengers, this is Commander Hill of SHIELD.&nbsp; We have a situation that requires your team's immediate attention.&nbsp; Doctor Doom has commandeered 24 SHIELD orbital weapons platforms, each with the power to destroy a city.&nbsp; He has threatened to begin doing just that, starting with New York in 24 hours if his demands aren't met... he wants the world and he's crazy enough to kill millions to get it.&nbsp; We've located his ship, cloaked and hovering just above the Latverian embassy.&nbsp; Talk to Stark.&nbsp; He may be able to get you closer and enable you to see the ship, which we believe Doom himself is on.&nbsp; Get that ragtag team together and show us what you can do."</strong><br><br>There was resentment in her voice... Hill made it no secret that she disliked metahumans, but she would follow orders.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 19:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Loganavengers.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Tower<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; No one, unaware of the call<hr><br>Logan woke up when it felt he was clawing at his guts from hunger after liquor from the night before was fully absorbed by his body. It was around lunch time from the amount of students he saw starting to gather around the quad. He might have earned a few odd looks but nothing he was not used to as he brushed off some grass and assorted twigs from his jacket, jeans and "wild" flared up hair. <strong>"School food..."</strong> He grumbled when he saw what the students were coming out with before he changed course for a hot dog stand nearby. <br><br>He managed to miss the shooting episode occurring a few moments before he was in the lobby with a half dozen of dogs, one half eaten the other carried in a plastic bag he used to keep them with a soft pretzel he had bought as well. <strong>"Hey, watch it bub." </strong>He growled when a female rushed passed him, her face missed or he would have been able to notice the dot inked around her eye. <strong>"Nice ass...." </strong>Logan said, before she was in the elevator and gone which made him shrug and move towards his room. He was bored out of his mind and was thinking of sniffing out "red" to pass the time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 19:50:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Breeding<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room Commons Area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool, any at the elevators<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Fingers flexed around the air of her empty hands.&nbsp; The feel and weight of her pistols desired, longed for in this situation while around her Kenny G played.&nbsp; Softly her toe tapped to the floor while the music hummed onward with a peaceful bent.&nbsp; More than likely to keep frustrated people calm before they rushed off to work.&nbsp; A sharp sniff was given as she detected the scent of vanilla in the elevator.&nbsp; Impressive, they really did think of everything at this place.&nbsp; Around her the world eased in its flow and the ding of the elevator announced her arrival.&nbsp; One finger smashed the button for the floor Deadpool had made his attack from while the other pressed on the hold door button.&nbsp; She had purposefully stopped a couple of floors down so that she would have time for him.&nbsp; The tapping of her foot continued in her mind as she timed the elevator's rise to the next few floors.&nbsp; <br><br>Domino's body slammed through the stairwell door with all the vengeance of a woman with murder in her eyes.&nbsp; Adrenal pumped hard in her veins.&nbsp; For most people this might make them sloppy but for her this only forced her focus.&nbsp; One hand pushed the door aside as the other lifted the pistol from behind her jacket.&nbsp; The black grip of a Walther PPQ was cradled in her hand now.&nbsp; Soft grip molded to her fingers while the stairs beneath her were taken two at a time.&nbsp; Expert hands knew already the weight of her loaded weapon and her black lips filled out into a smile of devilish delight.&nbsp; Pearly white teeth flashed a predator's grin when she came to the stairwell door.&nbsp; Her free hand came to rest on the metal handle of the door.&nbsp; Mouth suddenly dry, she felt the touch of fear.&nbsp; Deadpool was not some bar room brawl or local thug.&nbsp; He was the real deal.&nbsp; The Mouth had put more people in coffins than she had, but then again she was on hiatus until now.<br><br>Fingers flexed now around the polymer grip.&nbsp; Odds were not in her favor, but then again she wouldn't be Domino if they were.&nbsp; The elevator dinged to take passengers and softly she pried open the door of the stairwell.&nbsp; Knees were bent to keep her body low, rushing around the parting entry at an impressive rush.&nbsp; The gun lead her forward with her free hand close at hand in case he was standing there to take the weapon from her.&nbsp; Eyes immediately cleared one corner and then a sharp turn was given to examine the space behind the door as it closed with a soft click.&nbsp; The sound of aimless chatter told her civilians were close by and she had no doubt Deadpool would use them for cover.&nbsp; Same thing she would do.<br><br>The pistol was now held in both hands as she made her way toward the elevator, knowing that he must have noticed her absence by now.&nbsp; Let those nerves ease up some just before the action.&nbsp; Proper planning would have allowed her to find a better venue than right out in the open, but of course she hadn't expected to be shot at on her first day.&nbsp; Especially not by the likes of him.&nbsp; Eyes moved to see people gathering at the elevators, the civilians judging from their dress.&nbsp; Part of her mind wondered if these were others like herself.&nbsp; Of course none of them were holding a pistol in their hands so that did set her apart from them in some respect.&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow she doubted the people would stay quiet after seeing such an image.&nbsp; So time pressured her forward around the corner.&nbsp; The pistol rising upward while using the confusion of the elevator and the gathered people to gain an element of surprise.&nbsp; Eyes pushed through the sudden change of scenery and images to acquire her target.&nbsp; Dressed to impress in his legendary garb.&nbsp; No trouble finding that target.&nbsp; <br><br>Fair was fair though and she felt a warning was in order.<br><br><strong><em>"Time to shut you up Mouth."&nbsp; </em> </strong> <br><br>A press of the trigger sent the first round high.&nbsp; Warning shot, clearing shot to make the inexperienced duck for cover.&nbsp; Everyone ducked when gunfire started to talk.&nbsp; Something about invisible bits of metal flying through the air made people skittish.&nbsp; So she gave them the grace of a warning even though she knew Deadpool was not the sort of prey to play nice.&nbsp; A .40 S&amp;W round speed through the air to sink into the ceiling above the target's position.&nbsp; Domino packed as much power as she could in the frame of the Walther.&nbsp; The hollow point mushroomed out on impact to cut a section of the ceiling away.&nbsp; Her aim readjusted now to focus her sights on his center mass.<br><br>Tap, tap, dead was what they said in school.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 20:59:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Greer, Wade, Domino, Open<br><hr><br>After pushing the button to call the elevator Bobby stands quietly watching the lights above the doors showing the car slowly descending. The building is well insolated from the outside sounds so the screams from the civilians goes unheard and as the rifle had been equipped with a sound and flash suppressor they go unheard as well. He does turn his head and take a brief notice of a young woman rushing into another elevator. Before he and the shy dark haired beauty next to him can get to the other car the doors close and it is gone. With a slight grumble of frustration he presses the up button again. While waiting for another lift to come to them he turns a smiling face to his new companion.<br><br>”No, I have not met either Ms. Monroe or Dr. Strange. I’m not sure if Colonel Fury found me or not. My father got a surprise job offer that he just could not turn which moved us from Boston to New York and I just so happened to end up across the way at Stormvalley. Not long after that SHIELD offered me special training. I’ve met him but he is not the first one to approach me and recruit for SHIELD. Although he is the one offer membership to the Avengers, but this is my first time in the tower.”<br><br>An elevator finally opens before them and Bobby steps placing his hand on the door to keep it open until Greer has a chance to join him. He then presses the button for the dormitory and kitchen level. The ride up is slow there is pleasant music playing softly in the background. He cannot help but wonder what his shy companion’s skills or powers as she seems a bit too timid for what he expects they will have to do as Avengers. He shrugs it off as Colonel Fury does not strike him as a fool and must know what he is doing offering her a membership.<br><br>Just as the car stops and the doors open a shot rings out in the hallway. Bobby instantly ices up giving a high degree of resistance to physical damage. He drops low and peers out into the hallway and first sees a man in a red and black costume pointing a gun at another elevator reacting to having a shot hit the ceiling above him. Bobby quickly looks in the direction the came from and sees the woman that gotten the elevator ahead of Greer and himself. Knowing that both have to be Avengers to be in the tower he cannot let them continue to shoot at each other and endanger the rest of the team. Crouching further down he places his hand on the floor. A sheen of ice appears on the floor and grows quickly from his hand along the wall before changing direction to go across the hallway to the other wall between to two gun wielding combatants. Suddenly a several inch thick solid wall of ice grows from the floor to ceiling and connecting at the walls effectively separating the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 21:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/3633101371_88fce3622b_t.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower, Dormitory </strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Spot, Any poor soul who wondered what the hell was going on.</strong><hr><br>Deadpool remained on his knee, positioned at the very center of the room that served as an entry way for the elevators passengers. He was uncharacteristically quiet, his eyes ever narrowed as he continued to scan his environment with mistrust of every door and window in sight. Despite the song that played ever so loudly in his head, he was, indeed, quite aware of his surroundings. He payed attention to the weight of the gun in his hands, and how smooth it's grip was against his clothed finger tips. He was aware of his kneeling position, and would occasionally pivot in smooth, professional movements, all to get a good view of the areas behind him and to his sides.<br><br>There was no period of calming for him. As a mercenary, <em>EX-Mercenary..crap, gotta focus</em>,&nbsp; he knew the importance of staying vigilant, though at the same time, he knew that keeping cool was the only way to maintain a proper mindset. Sure, he was singing in his head, and his mind usually raced at the speed of random, but he was never one to panic...usually. His aim was steady and straight, his hands were never shaky. He could be spewing nonsense, and his mind could be filled with even the most incoherent of thoughts, but his actions would always be fluid, deliberate and unpredictable. In fact, it was partly his unpredictability that made him so deadly.<br><br>An eyebrow raised when he heard that familiar 'DING.' from the elevator, signalling it's arrival. The tightness of his mask often allowed others to vaguely see his expression beneath the fabric, and this particular instance was no exception. He watched the doors slide open with a slightly unamused expression, Because she actually thought using the elevator would be a good plan, but a smirk slowly worked it's way onto his face when she finally began to make her threatening approach.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Domino</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><em>"Time to shut you up Mouth."</em></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>When she aimed over his head and fired her warning shot, his eyelids lowered a bit, his unamused expression returning to his masked visage as quickly as it'd left before. She'd had her warning shot, and so he didn't bother with it this time. It was around the same time she had taken aim and taken a shot that he had done so, as well, but really, as talented as he was, he came off as incredibly aloof at this, their moment of truth. He rose from his kneeling position quickly, lifting his handgun with the same haste, and allowed a shot to ring out ahead of him, letting fly a bullet towards her slender figure, her own center of mass. Once again, he was sure she would dodge, and once again, he didn't bother taking action.<br><br>The dull sound of bullets penetrating flesh was unmistakable, and a gush of red from his gut confirmed that he'd indeed been hit, but his reaction had to have looked strange to her, to put it lightly. He blinked a bit, confused as to why she hadn't taken a more lethal shot. It was more than possible for someone to survive a shot to the gut, let alone Deadpool. He merely scratched the top of his head with the barrel of his gun, dabbing at the bleeding gunshot wounds along his stomach as a smile came to his hidden face.<br><br><strong>"Thanks, Spot! I WAS a little hungry..guess I don't have to get nasty with the fridge anymore..."</strong><br><br><em>Oh, and by the way...there were 45 bottle of beer on the wall...</em><br><br>Despite looking down the barrel of Domino's gun without fear, and taking the shots as though they were nothing, watching Iceman's wall come between the two of them made him jump a little. He pulled his gun up once more and looked around frantically, his eyes wide and confused <strong>"WHAT IN THE NAME OF ODIN..?!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 00:22:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br><br>John briefly closed his eyes when she stole a kiss from his lips. She had done it before—last night actually, and as he opened them, there she was, walking away. Any explanation about his sister and her jealousy could wait. John was hungry and all the synonyms that went with the word.<br><br>“Oh, do I hunger,” John returned softly.<br><br>He stepped toward her, resting his hand upon her hip and giving it an enticing squeeze. With his other hand, he passed his fingers through her blonde, strawberry perfumed locks and rested his palm against the back of her neck. His thumb lightly traced along her jaw as he stared deeply into her blue pools. He wasn’t going to let her run from him. Not this time.<br><br>“I trust you Carol. I trust you’ll teach me about this world, and help me understand John. I still have a promise to keep.”<br><br>John moved in, his lips centimeters from tasting her own until a strange call and gunfire sounded from one of the men’s dorms. The sound had got his blood-pumping. Could there have been battle? He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the urge he had to just run and see what was going on. Carol hadn’t seemed too bothered by it, so it couldn’t have been anything of great importance, right?…But still. John bowed his head and bore his teeth in secret. He didn’t wish for her to see just how difficult it was for him to “resist.”<br><br><em>Damn. Why now?</em> he thought. What did Tyche have against him?<br><br>He just had to focus on Carol, and how sad she was when last time he had chosen to fight. How upset she was, her eyes a glitter with sadness when he had ran her out of his room. John wanted to do the right thing and for once show some control. With a huff of pent up tension, John said quietly, “Hell with it.”<br><br>John pressed a hard and desperate kiss to the blonde Avenger’s lips. He was convinced that this was what needed to be done, and he prayed to the gods he wouldn’t regret it. Carol had kissed him so many times, and it was his turn to return the heat. He couldn’t think of a better time for if they had gone to lunch, then what were the odds of there being another flying car to ruin everything? The smell of strawberries; the feel of her lips; that, too, had got his heart racing. He owed her this kiss.<br><br>There was then a duel in the hallway. Guns popped loudly followed by yelling and the hiss and crackle of…what was that sound? John frowned deeply. He didn’t know how much more he could take.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 04:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Hallway of Female Dorms<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm<br><hr>Jean smiled warmly at Ororo.&nbsp; The teenager sometimes wondered if Ororo was a telepath.&nbsp; She definitely had insights into things.<br><br>"Thank you, Ororo.&nbsp; Since I went to the Institute it's always seemed like I've had someone looking out for me.&nbsp; I'm hoping that I can prove that I can look out for myself.&nbsp; I'm not ungrateful to the Professor or anyone else, I just want to spread my wings, if that makes sense.&nbsp; Be sides, I know you'll be there for me when I need you, and I'll be there for you as well."<br><br>She looked around the halls, before turning back to her white haired friend, "it'll be nice to have family close by.&nbsp; I'd like to meet your sister sometime, if you wanted?"<br><br>Jean rose the tips of her fingers to her forehead as she suddenly received a headache.&nbsp; She could feel the filters she constantly kept erect, in order to prevent other people's thoughts from intruding onto her own, stress and bend.&nbsp; She concentrated for a moment, and when she didn't feel the presence of another mind testing her barriers, she simply reinforced them.&nbsp; Millions of people around her, it was bound to happen on occasion.&nbsp; She'd just have to get used to it.<br><br>The headache quickly faded after Jean had reinforced her mental shields and she smiled relieved the pain was fading.<br><br>"Is there anyone else you'd want to invite?&nbsp; For cocoa and ice cream, I mean?&nbsp; I'm not sure it's going to feel the same without Kitty here to liven the mood," Jean said fondly.<br><br>The sound of gunshots caused Jean to flinch, duck and erect a telekinetic shield from reflex.&nbsp; The shield quickly dropped when she learned that she and Ororo weren't under attack.&nbsp; The young redhead gave her friend a questioning look, not sure what was going on or what the right thing to do was.&nbsp; If it was the school she'd be halfway down the hall looking to protect the Professor or someone else.&nbsp; This was Avenger's tower, however, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was supposedly in charge.&nbsp; Still, familiar with her environment or not, Jean felt like she needed to do something.<br><br>Just then a beeping noise came from somewhere on Ororo and a voice Jean didn't recognize started talking about satellites and doom.<br><br>"Storm, what should we do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 22:32:41</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StrangeHead.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Steven Strange / Doctor Strange<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Mystically Trained - Earth's Sorcerer Supreme<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Hallway near the Dorms<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>A flash of light heralded the appearance of a very irritated Sorcerer Supreme once more.&nbsp; His magical cloak flowing behind him as he hovered in place, eyes alight in blue eldritch energy.&nbsp; His voice resounded as he spoke as a parent might to a disobedient child.<br><br><strong>"Stop this at once!&nbsp; In Vas Temporo Ylem!"</strong><br><br>At once, the guns that both Deadpool and Domino held began to swiftly age, until within moments they were nothing but scattered dust, falling through their fingers.&nbsp; The ice wall too vanished into a puddle which dried up as quickly as it appeared.&nbsp; Deadpool will find that the rest of his weapons aside from his katanas are missing from his person and his room... and Domino will find that her own weapons are gone as well.&nbsp; Dr Strange shook his head as he looked to each recruit in turn.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I had hoped you would behave better than this... that it wouldn't be necessary to prohibit your weapons when not on a mission.&nbsp; But it seems those hopes were too much.&nbsp; From this point on, you will use only SHIELD approved weaponry via the weapons locker on the Training Facility level of the tower.&nbsp; Only Captain America and Storm will have access."</strong><br><br>He paused.<br><br><strong>"Speaking of Captain America and Storm... they are your field leaders.&nbsp; In my absence, you -will- listen to them if you want to remain on this team.&nbsp; I believe you should all meet them in the briefing room as there is a grave threat that you must all face.&nbsp; You will find Stark there as well."</strong><br><br>He turned to Spider-Man, Iceman and Greer, smiling a touch.<br><br><strong>"Thank you for attempting to diffuse the situation, Iceman and Spider-Man.&nbsp; Welcome to the Avengers... you as well, Miss Grant.&nbsp; Or should I say... 'Tigra'?"</strong><br><br>As the others no doubt came in to see what was happening, Strange waved his hand.<br><br><strong>"You are all going to be teammates.&nbsp; I would suggest that you all learn to at least tolerate one another, if not get along well.&nbsp; Now if you'll excuse me, I have some panicked citizens to calm... it seems a mad gunman was firing from the tower, terrorizing the populace."</strong><br><br>He took hold of his cape and swirled it around himself, and in another flash, he was gone, leaving the Avengers to their own devices once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 02:33:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/3643/stormhalle2sm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Ororo Munroe/Storm<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower, Dormitory floor - Hallway<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jean<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The sudden appearance of Doctor Strange had once again stopped a conflict that was in the middle of happening. She turns her head to the side, leveling her clear blue eyes towards her redheaded friend with almost a defeated sigh. A single chocolate-brown bared arm motions towards the sudden fight as if to say 'do you see what I mean' but falls short of saying anything at that point.<br><br>Silent for a few moments she turns towards the redhead fully, speaking with her voice low and quiet.<br><br><strong>"We head to the briefing room, to see just what all of this is about."</strong><br><br>She turns back towards the small group, silently shifting her piercing blue eyes from one to the other. Giving each a 'look' not a particularly nasty look or even a mean look, just a long, even look.<br><br><strong>"Spiderman, Mister Drake thank you for attempting to diffuse that situation."</strong> She echos the compliments of the Sorcerer Supreme.<br><br>Turning on a heel with a single nearly twirling motion she heads back towards the elevator which had recently opened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 03:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower - Ares/John's Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares/John<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">The squeeze of her hip, the feel of his hand pushing up through her hair and around the nape of her neck, almost made her melt but as he stared down into her eyes she looked back and saw a seriousness there she didn't expect from him. The last time he had looked at her so intently was to tell her to get out. She could still feel that pang of hurt inside when he had done so. Pushing her away. She didn't let him push her too far but it was enough that she was uneasy just now. <br><br><strong>“I trust you Carol. I trust you’ll teach me about this world, and help me understand John. I still have a promise to keep.”</strong><br><br>Shimmering blue depths stared upward into his as he spoke. He was being serious about this. About her and trusting her. She could feel her heart elate and her stomach fluttered. Within moments of nearly feeling his lips on hers she heard the first sounds of distress. Her brow furrowed a little and she would have ran off to the battle herself if at that same moment John hadn't pressed his lips so desperately against hers. The musk of his skin, the scent of something more lingering there which was almost enough to raise an alarm in her, but she was completely lost in the depth of the simple but long awaited affections.<br><br>As the gunshots became closer to home and the hallway started to sound like a battle of its own, she had pulled her lips from his and gasped a little. A slow sigh followed. She was getting tired of the battles inside the tower as well. Ready to go out and bust some heads, her blue eyes looked brighter and her feet lifted ever so slightly from the ground. Carol inadvertantly pulled John up a bit with her as her arms were still wrapped around him and then she set them both back down.<br><br>The booming voice of authority rang out, not in a loud way but more in tone than anything. They would be calmed now and she could still have time to get John some food before the briefing that apparently was going to happen soon as well. Looking away from the doorway, her keen sense of hearing was focused on where they were all going and how much time was being given. She looked back to Ares... no John. He was John now. There was no more Ares, at least not in this situation, maybe in battle but not here.<br><br><strong>"There is something big going on. They are calling for a debriefing. We still have time to get food though and then meet at the designated place."</strong><br><br>She stared up at him and let her hands slid down his body to his chest where they rested lightly. Her lips inched up to briefly brush his, tasting him again and breathing in deep. Carol would memorize that moment and relive it over and over when she was alone. Finally the blonde Avenger moved from him and slipped out the dorm room heading straight down the hallway toward the kitchen. She took a moment to glance over the others there before disappearing around the corner. Bobby was there. And a few others she didn't recognize. It seemed the tower was filling up more quickly than first believed.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 06:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/chris-evans-crop.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <hr><div align="center"><em><br>Incoming communication to all Avengers <br><br><strong>"This is Captain Steve Rodgers, I need all Soldiers to Assemble in the Briefing room now, Rodgers out." </strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=130954.msg5811646#msg5811646)</em><br></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 21:10:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/150px-Shawn_Ashmore_Out_on_the_Town_as_Photographed_by_Jason_Michael.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Bobby Drake / Iceman<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger Tower <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Greer, Ororo, Deadpool, anybody else present<br><hr><br>As soon as the ice wall is in place Bobby lifts his hand from the floor but remains crouched eyeing the masked man with the gun. The way he just ignores being shot twice in the gut and jokes about astonishes him. The instant the gun comes back up he stands up more placing himself between the gunman and the lovely Greer. He has no idea what her gifts are so presumes that she is vulnerable to bullets, while he is virtually impervious to normal bullet when made of. So if shots are fired it is better that they hit him rather than her. He also prepares to send an ice blast back should the weapon be fired.<br><br>Although having never met Dr. Strange Bobby instantly knows who he is when he just appears hovering above the floor so instantly relaxes. While the sorcerer is addressing the two combatants Bobby deactivates his icy defenses returning to a normal appearance. When he is addressed he simply nods in reply. At the mention of needing to meet in the briefing room he steps back into the elevator he has yet to fully step out of and presses door open button to hold it open for any of those in the hallway to enter. He bows slightly as Ms. Munroe steps into the car.<br><br>”It is pleasure to meet you Ms. Munroe. Just doing my part to keep innocents from getting hurt. Isn’t that why we’re all here?”<br><br>It is right that moment that Bobby is startled by a voice comes from his keycard as well as the cards of everybody near him. He turns and smiles to the dark haired beauty he had inadvertently escorted into a firefight.<br><br>”Well I guess we really need to get to the briefing room. I’m sorry about lunch.”<br><br>Bobby turns back to the team leader in the elevator.<br><br>”Please tell there will be refreshments in the briefing room.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 22:05:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: John’s bedroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol<br><hr><br><br>Carol broke the kiss as the battle in the hallway progressed. There were several actors now, and John’s eyes swept his room looking eagerly for his ax, but saw only emptiness. Just as Carol sighed, John closed his eyes and sighed but for an entirely different reason. His eyes snapped open when Carol lifted off the ground. He glanced down to see that his feet were inches off the floor, and then she settled.<br><br>Several events followed with the familiar, resonating voice of the damned sorcerer filling the corridor. John glanced over his shoulder with anger furrowing his brow. He had some unfinished business to settle with that wizard. He not only had tried to choke him, but then he gave him a note from his trifling sister. It made him wonder if he knew that she was going to wreck his room. It was a set up!<br><br>The hall went silent and the air no longer hummed with an omnipotent presence. John arched his lip in disgust and gazed back at Carol as she spoke about them having time to eat before they needed to leave. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but if it screamed battle, the <del>God of War</del>…never mind.<br><br>Carol’s hands found rest against his solid pectorals as she brushed her lips against his own, it had been light and smooth, and quite the tease when she withdrew. John gave the blonde beauty a head start as she left his room. There was a long, proud smirk curled on his lips. He had handled that situation quite well, and it had gotten rather hot. Of course, it might have gone better if two nuisances hadn’t started up in the hall, but as soon as John left his room, he was memorizing faces. Disturbing his intimate moments was unforgivable.<br><br><strong>This is Captain Steve Rodgers…</strong><br><br>John frowned in confusion. Where was the voice coming from? It emanated from his pants, and his eyes widened briefly as he feared that his trousers might have been bugged (and in such an awkward fashion).<br><br>“What in Aegea…” John muttered as he began patting down and brushing his fingers over his pants, searching for the source. He felt his wallet in his back pocket and removed it. He then parted the black-leather, skull-printed item and glanced at his Avengers ID staring back at him. He studied the card briefly before he flipped his wallet closed, stuffed it into his back pocket, and went to join Carol.<br><br><strong><em>Continued in Fluid Time thread...</em></strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=130951.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 00:37:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/HaleyRamm.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Avenger's Tower Hallway of Female Dorms<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Storm<br><hr>Jean gave a grudgingly understanding look at Storm before glancing at the two people who'd decided to start shooting at each other.&nbsp; <em>They're gonna be teammates?</em>&nbsp; She had to wonder what S.H.I.E.L.D. was thinking as she wondered which of them was the one who enjoyed killing.&nbsp; From what she'd just witnessed, they both could fit that description.<br><br>Not exactly sure who the guy who'd quickly put a stop to the gunfight was, but assuming he was in charge more so than Ororo possibly, Jean simply followed the dark skinned woman to the elevator.&nbsp; The redhead nodded in a friendly manner to Bobby and Greer, but didn't want to break the silence.&nbsp; Part of her thought that if she said anything the craziness would restart.&nbsp; The other part of her just didn't know what to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 00:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mimg.ugo.com/200906/22909/cuts/domino_288x288.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Breeding<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dorm Room Commons Area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool, any at the elevators<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><br>Domino went to the ground after the first shot was returned by the man.&nbsp; Her body ducked down to take a crouching position.&nbsp; Aim readjusted to account for the different angle she was now utilizing.&nbsp; Behind her the construction fabric of the wall exploded with the wayward bullet.&nbsp; Eyes focused on the wound at the man’s stomach, shock failed to register on her face when he spoke as if the wound was a scratch.&nbsp; Suspicions were confirmed from the past as Domino was more than certain she had shot this man before, shot him a few times.&nbsp; What a curse on humanity, an undying ass.&nbsp; Teeth ground together as her finger pulled on the trigger in rapid succession to hopefully end his reign of poorly made commentary.<br><br>The bullets slammed into the icey wall.&nbsp; Hollow points mushroomed out to spread their stopping power, striking the hardening surface with a vengeance to tear away chunks.&nbsp; A growl tore from her throat in frustration at the wasted effort.&nbsp; Bullets exploded against the surface still while the magazine was emptied against the frozen air.&nbsp; The slide racked back when the last casing was ejected.&nbsp; Immediately her hands moved to the spare magazine tucked against her back.&nbsp; A simple reload this was not as years of experience and training went into the speed of the motion.&nbsp; Everything in the motion spoke of a woman that would end someone’s life quicker than anyone might like to imagine&nbsp; All was useless in the face of Dr. Strange and she knew this.&nbsp; Immediately her hands went to the air with the, now loaded and chambered, pistol hanging limp from her finger. <br><br><strong>“Hey, hey, hey just a little mis..under…”&nbsp; the pistol dissolved from around her finger with a frown crossing her lips quickly,” ..standing.&nbsp; Yeah, you don’t care.&nbsp; Ok.” </strong> <br><br>There was a moment of sucking on her teeth as she considered her new situation.&nbsp; Around her people were certainly taking notice.&nbsp; Eyes shifted from one side to the other, taking into account the collection of people that were likely as powerful if not more so than herself.&nbsp; Now without a weapon her odds of walking out of here diminished quite a bit.&nbsp; Then of course there was Deadpool standing on the other side of the ice.&nbsp; Then a voice reached across the communicator device each was apparently given.&nbsp; A voice of reason that called everyone’s attention elsewhere.<br><br>Hands clapped in front of her with a definitive pop.&nbsp; <strong>“Alright!&nbsp; So briefing room that way right?&nbsp; Go team!&nbsp; Ra Ra Ra.&nbsp; Let’s get some work done here.”</strong>&nbsp; A smile lit up her dark lips as she now pointed with both fingers toward the briefing room.&nbsp; Domino knew this was going to be a very long day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 06:17:37</strong>
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				Spidy had been trying to keep things calm in his own way, but as events passed and someone named Dr. Strange intruded into the fight and ended it right there he had to admit he was surprised and impressed. At the order to go to the brief room for the first mission as an Avenger he still was slightly in shock at getting into the Avengers so easily. Honestly, he had come to talk to the Human Torch to get into the team, he hadn’t expected to get in so easily as he had.<br><br>Shaking himself back into motion he muttered “Ahh, yeah, sure,” &nbsp;before starting to jog towards the room that everybody had started going towards. This was the type of thing he had wanted to do with this ‘team’ thing in the first place, so he might as well go all in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avengers Tower: Upper Levels</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 15:34:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Aresavengers2.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares (Ares/John Aaron)<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outskirts of Avenger Tower<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Zeus<br><hr><br><br>John stepped onto the sidewalk and first glanced across the street to the school. He wrinkled his nose with contempt for the place, and then glanced up at the sky, only able to see a sharp corner of the vessel beyond the colossal structures. There it was! He could perhaps crash an aircraft into it and take it out from the inside. But he would have to find an airport…just then, the sky was going from a sunny day to cloudy. Dark clouds were eating away the stratosphere, casting New York into shadow.<br><br>John’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the sudden change in weather, and then it finally hit him who it could be. His face paled and he attempted to flee back for the doors of the Avenger Tower. A loud crack rang throughout the city, and a bolt of lightning lashed out to strike John square in the back. The agonizing bolt made his hair stand on end, clothes and flesh burn as he was forced out of his mortal guise to Ares.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">I CAN NO LONGER STAND FOR YOUR INSOLENCE TO GO UNPUNISHED! IF YOU CONTINUE TO EMBARRASS THE GODS WITH YOUR RECKLESSNESS. NO, EMBARRASS ME! I WILL DENOUNCE YOU AS MY SON AND LEAVE YOU A MORTAL FOREVER!</span></em></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><em>NOOOOOOAAAAHHHH~!</em></span></span><br><br>If anyone knew the pain of getting struck by one of his father’s lightning bolts, even when it hadn't been set to kill.<br><br><strong><em>Finished in Plot thread #1...(2)</em></strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=130954.msg5831135#msg5831135)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Avenger Tower</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 00:02:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/CarolSunny.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Carol Danvers / Ms Marvel<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Altered Human<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Avengers Tower - Hallway and into Girls Dorm<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> No One<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Carol slipped out of the briefing room once they were released to go suit up. She had her answers and knew the mission at hand required swift actions. John may not have liked having to be flown up but if it came down to it, she was going to take him whether he liked it or not. Hopefully he wouldn't fight it much or someone could come up with a better solution. She thought about their time in the break room and the whole getting to know you bits. It was nice that he was trying to know who she was and what she was about. It was at least a start on any sort of relationship. She had to admit if he never asked she'd likely have thought he didn't really care as much as he claimed. <br><br>Upon reaching the dorm level floor, she opened up the heavy door without a sound. Most exit doors in a lot of buildings rattled or made some sort of alerting sound to being opened, this one however did not. It showed good craftsmanship and attention to detail, to her at least. If anything Tony was a perfectionist but at least he knew what he was doing. She started down the hallway at a decent pace, heading for her room. She paused just once to glance toward the area that she knew was Storms room and sighed some. It appeared the woman didn't really want to talk to her anymore. Carol thought that things were worked out with her relations to Ares and such. Mistakes happen and sometimes feelings get hurt beyond repair, there was nothing that the super powered female could do to fix it or make the dark skinned woman see her way of things. <br><br>After a few moments of contemplation she headed into her own room. The room was clean and her marvelous suit was hanging in the closet ready to be slid into. Carol didn't waste anytime grabbing it out and slipping out of her dress. Pulling off her undergarments next, she stood there looking at herself for a moment and smoothed her hands over the soft surface of her stomach before moving to grab up the leotard like spandex costume. She slid it on with ease and tied on the bright red silk sash to her waist. It hung down at her side, over her hip and along the length of her thigh. Pulling the fabric from her buttcheeks Carol turned in the mirror to examine herself. Everything was in place and proper, the shimmering lightening bolt across the chest was positioned perfectly, and she wasn't spilling out of her costume in any direction. Now she just needed to pull on her mask and then her boots. Those boots were her love. They were what made the outfit complete. The teen hero decided to put the boots on next instead and easily slid her leg down into the length of the leather. Securing each boot, she grabbed up the face mask and tied it around her eyes. It was a simple black mask that matched her suit. </span></span>
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