Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1
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				Title: <strong>Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 17:15:42</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 06:19:18</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> Avenger Briefing Room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The Assembling Avengers<hr><br>Steve was not exactly who Dr. Doom was, but the key words he picked up where "kill millions" and "destroy cities" was enough to get him into action! He ran fast, not superhuman fast but enough to have people turning their heads as he blur past them, leaped over a pulled over cab on the street and kept moving without a hitch until he was slowed by the doors of the Tower. On top of all of that he hardly noticed the exertion that would have taken as he moved to the briefing room. <br><br>Right outside the doors he pulled out his communicator card and opened a signal to all the Avengers.<strong> "This is Captain Steve Rodgers, I need all Soldiers to Assemble in the Briefing room now, Rodgers out." </strong> He said automatically, not realizing he had given an order he would have made a couple of decades earlier. It was enough to get some people moving, eventually he would realize that they were Avengers not soldiers. Opening the door he stepped into the familiar briefing room and made his way in to the front, still unsure what was going on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 07:04:14</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> Avengers' Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Assembling Avengers<br><hr>Unlike Steve, Janet's flight to the tower was much more subtle.&nbsp; It helped being the size of a wasp.&nbsp; She caught up with Steve and then flew above his head.&nbsp; The quick beat of her translucent wings caused the vibrating buzz of the typical insect.&nbsp; She did her best to only glance at Steve on occasion.&nbsp; At this size, she could see every pore in his skin and his short cut hair appeared to be thick undergrowth that was nearly as tall as she was.<br><br>She flew through the doors with him, and was happy that she didn't need to try and swipe her card to gain entrance.&nbsp; Growing and shrinking again was just annoying, after all.&nbsp; Once Cap stopped inside the Briefing Room, Jan lightly landed on her shoulder and placed her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.<br><br>"Sure, you won't let me buy you lunch, but you fail to hold the door for me all the way here," she teased him.&nbsp; "Nice speech by the way, but shouldn't you wait to rile up the troops until they're at least face to face with you?"<br><br>She stretched before she plopped down to sit on his shoulder and crossed her legs in front of herself.<br><br>"Do I get to drive since I'm the second one here?&nbsp; You were going to let me drive us to lunch any way."<br><br>Jan wasn't sure what tech Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D. had for them in the way of transportation, but she'd bet it was cooler than her car.<br><br>"Hey, good looking, should I get changed before the briefing or afterwards?&nbsp; What's the Boy Scout handbook say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 18:28:11</strong>
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				<strong>Calling in the Troops</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>Athletic Field <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Steve and Janet<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack&nbsp; was moving between classes to boring ass subject number three for the day which in this case happened to be world history. He was only looking forward to the athletics program. Lacrosse was a big thing here in New York and Jack liked the idea that he could freely smash into a troupe of the monkeys without consequence from SHIELD or Strange. It would damn sure be nice to vent. As predicted the powerless monkeys could fell the predator in him on a primal level. All these stupid girls either afraid to meet his eyes or drawn to his bad boy charm. Charm, what a laugh it was a combination of phermones and a subconscious aknowledgement of his Alpha status. He was a wolf amongst the sheep and they knew it. The guys did too, waiting to assert dominance out of an unexplainable need that they didnt understand but Jack did all to well. When the card started buzzing in his hip pocket it was as welcome a thing as possibly could be to the lycanthrope.<br><br>&lt;Yes! Save me from monkeys and tedium!&gt;<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "This is Captain Steve Rodgers, I need all Soldiers to Assemble in the Briefing room now, Rodgers out."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I hope this is real and not some bullshit," Jack growled as he poured on the speed moving across the quad to the awaiting tower.<br><br>Jack was not even breathing heavy as he entered the Avenger's Briefing Room for the very first time after his flat out run. He could smell and hear Steve as he approached but the odd thing was he also smelled a woman, but the scent was faint. He could he the woman, one he'd never met his noise told him, but her voice also sounded odd. Amplified somehow and yet it was normal speaking volume. Entering Jack could immediately see Steve but no woman was present, but her smell was coming from Steve. Movement on the Captain' shoulder. Jack had seen much that was strange or amazing since becoming a monster but nothing like the tiny female figure sitting on the super soldier's shoulder.<br><br>"So, looks like I dont have to guess you're power."<br><br>To Steve he added, "Hope youve got something I can sink my claws into."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 00:41:00</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> Avenger Briefing Room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The Assembling Avengers<hr><br><strong>"Raincheck...we will get around to that. Duty comes first."</strong> Steve automatically replied, unintentionally adding on to his "Boy scout" persona.<strong> "That is up to Commander Hill once she arrives."</strong> He answered to her question, finally looking around and found himself confused when he did see her at first. Janet...code name Wasp, he had glanced at her files earlier, of every Avenger he could find on the current roster to get himself familiar but was still not sure how to handle her tiny little size.<strong> "We might need a booster seat, if you want to drive." </strong>Steve jested with a grin, flashing his pearly white teeth at her before he turned to see the third person to fall in. <br><strong><br>"Jack."</strong> He said with a nod of acknowledgment. <strong>"You know as much as I do."</strong> He fibbed but he was waiting for the official briefing before saying anything else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 01:06:31</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> Avengers' Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Assembling Avengers<br><hr>Jan laughed lightly, "I knew there was a fun loving guy underneath that square jaw.&nbsp; By the way, your stubble is coming in well."<br><br>Jan slid off Steve's shoulder, her wings beat quickly and she hovered in midair before she flew over to inspect Jack.<br><br>"Yup, name's Wasp.&nbsp; Nice to meet you.&nbsp; You can still guess if you want, I might surprise you," she grinned and teased Jack.<br><br>Then Jan began to grow; an inch, two inches, four inches, a foot, two feet.&nbsp; Her feet touched down and her wings shrunk into her back when she passed four feet.&nbsp; She turned and leaned against the table when she returned to her normal height.<br><br>"Might still want that booster seat, huh?"&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced at Steve before turning her attention back to Jack.<br><br>"So, what do you do scruffy?"&nbsp; The guy definitely had more facial hair than Steve.<br><br>She paused and turned back to Steve, "Whose Commander Hill and what's she deciding?&nbsp; When the right time to get dressed is?&nbsp; I know we're young, but do we really need a Commander to tell us that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 19:03:38</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 to the Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone but Wolverine and the Human Torch<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran had just set Jean's bags down in her chosen room when he heard Storm's communicator begin to speak.&nbsp; He frowned as he made his way back to her and Jean's side.&nbsp; That didn't sound good.&nbsp; He had been about to speak when the sound of gunfire and shouting could be heard in the hallway near the elevator.&nbsp; Another fight?&nbsp; At least this one didn't involve him.&nbsp; His muscles tensed and readied for action just in case they were truly under attack this time.&nbsp; Perhaps the 'god of war' had instigated another attack on his person.&nbsp; He couldn't blame whoever would attack him... the man was infuriating after all.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, as they had moved to see what was going on, a bright flash of light heralded the appearance of the mage again.&nbsp; He tilted his head and listened to what was said... noting the appearance of three new Avengers that he had not yet met.&nbsp; As the wizard vanished and to his surprise it seemed as though Ares was not in the midst of the violence, he turned back to Storm and nodded as she said to move to the briefing room.&nbsp; He offered a smile to Domino, Tigra and Iceman and motioned to the elevator as he pressed the button.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Come on... the briefing room is a couple floors up.&nbsp; Something is happening and I don't like the sound of it."</strong><br><br>He slipped into the elevator and waited for those who were coming along to close the door, after which the pushed the appropriate button and the elevator went up until it reached the correct floor.&nbsp; He moved out and into the "war room", which had a holographic depiction of the city in the center of the room, with various monitors and computer terminals lining the walls.&nbsp; Seeing Captain America and the Werewolf from earlier, he offered a nod, then blinked as Wasp grew to her full size on the table.&nbsp; He offered her a smile.<br><br><strong>"That's a useful trick."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 19:42:55</strong>
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				<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> School Grounds to the Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny had been enjoying his first day at Stormvalley High so far.&nbsp; The attention he got was a bit overwhelming but he had grown accustomed to running into fans all the time.&nbsp; So he smiled and signed autographs and went about his classes as normal until lunch.&nbsp; He was thinking about heading to the local burger joint for some food when he heard screaming.&nbsp; Spotting a girl being fired on just at the edge of the school grounds, he followed the impacts of the bullets to... the tower?&nbsp; What in the name of Galactus?&nbsp; Luckily he didn't have his backpack with him, having left it in his locker.&nbsp; He didn't even hesitate, shouting out his signature catch phrase for all to see and hear.<br><br><strong>"FLAME ON!"</strong><br><br>His body ignited with an aura of orange and yellow fire and he took off into the air as people cheered.&nbsp; Unfortunately, thanks to Dr Strange they wouldn't remember any of what transpired.&nbsp; Johnny's clothing had been incinerated by his powers, though he did wear a pair of brief-like shorts beneath that did not burn up for the sake of modesty.&nbsp; Not that you could really see what he was wearing at the moment anyway.&nbsp; He flew threw the air like a fiery comet, toward the window that the sniper had fired from.&nbsp; By the time he got there, he couldn't see anyone inside and the window was closed.&nbsp; He paused for just a moment before extending a hand and blasting the window with a high intensity wave of fire and heat, a good sized hole melted through it almost instantly.&nbsp; He flew through the hole and saw no one in the room... but he heard gunshots soon after.&nbsp; <br><br>Flying out the door, he spotted Spider-Man.&nbsp; He stopped, hovering just beside him, but far enough away that his friend wouldn't get burned.<br><strong><br>"Spidey!&nbsp; Did they get you to join this new team too?&nbsp; What's going on?&nbsp; I heard shooting"...</strong><br><br>Then the flash of light caught his attention and the words of the Sorcerer Supreme resonated through the area.&nbsp; Damn, that was the second time in 24 hours that he had to step in.&nbsp; That wasn't good.&nbsp; He was about to speak again when his communicator spoke with Captain America's voice.&nbsp; He looked back to Spidey.<br><br><strong>"I guess we'll have to catch up later.&nbsp; Just gotta make a pit stop before I hit the briefing room."</strong><br><br>He flew down the hallway to his room and powered down, taking a moment to change into his uniform.&nbsp; After that, he ran back down the hall and took the next elevator up... stepping into the briefing room as well, noting all the new faces.<br><strong><br>"Wow... we're really getting a lot of heroes, huh?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 19:43:07</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/TonyStark1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Tony Stark / Iron Man<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> High Tech<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>On the far end of the briefing room, another door opened.&nbsp; Apparently there was another elevator to access this area.&nbsp; Out of the elevator stepped a well-dressed man in his early 30s that just about everyone would recognize as Tony Stark, genius inventor and owner of Stark Industries.&nbsp; He offered a charming smile as he stepped into the room and stood beside a large monitor, leaning against the wall. <br><br><strong>"I'll just... wait until everyone's here to start this meeting."</strong><br><br>He looked to Cap.<br><br><strong>"Unless you want to start things off... hey, it's fine with me either way.&nbsp; Yeah, you start it and I'll take over for the technical details... you know, the boring stuff."</strong><br><br>He flashed a smile to those gathered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 19:49:22</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 - Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol had spent a few minutes with Ares grabbing some food before heading up to the briefing room. She wasn't about to save the world on an empty stomach. Walking in with a banana in one hand and a cup of yogurt in the other, she stood by the back wall to watch. Noting the new arrivals as well as Mr Stark, Carol couldn't help but admire the genius and oh so rich bachelor. Her spoon dipped into the strawberry dairy cup before finding its way to her lips. She had eaten a sandwich down in the common area but her metabolism always had her craving more than the average teenage girl.&nbsp; <br><br>The blonde superheroine watched as Johnny came in and flung a bit of strawberry at him, hitting him in the cheek then grinned mischievously before going back to finish up the yogurt as if she didn't do anything. With the plastic container emptied she tossed it into a bin next to her and started to peel the yellow fruit she had in her opposite hand.<br><br>With Mr Stark here and all the Avengers Assembled she knew it must be something serious going on. Now they just waited it seemed. Waited for everyone to arrive to start the meeting.<br><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 20:08:51</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 - Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><br>Greer had followed the others back into the elevator. She didn't say anything on the ride up or otherwise for that matter. Staying close to the side of the car she held onto the bar. When Bobby had mentioned not being able to get lunch she was a bit disappointed but not overly concerned about it. A snack would be nice but she had fasted for far longer than a day before and could do so again if needed. It would just mean a large amount of intake when it was over. She watched as more people piled into the car and made room as she needed to. Luckily the trip up wasn't too long and soon the ding of the elevator opening sounded out alerting their arrival. Slipping out in the midst of all the heroes she made her way in and found a seat near the front where she could pay close attention to the battle plans. Greer had assumed that it was a battle they were going into, why else would they be in a briefing room.<br><br>Deep inside of herself the magically altered human wondered if she should press that button and let out Tigra. Maybe she should wait to hear the details before the somewhat emotionally unstable female, at times, would make herself visible allowing Greer to slip back into the recesses of her own mind. Tigra was ready for battle and for play. She always was, however Greer liked to keep things simple and controlled. So there she was settled into a seat to watch as she pushed her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie then took them out again. Sinking down into the chair more she pulled her feet up to rest on the edge of the seat so that her knees were closer to her chest. Her arms wrapped around her slender legs and pulled them inward to her. <br><br>Mr Stark and Captain America both in one room was a little intimidating for her but she would handle it. Her eyes darted back and forth to each one in turn before she heard a familiar voice entering. Could it be? Johnny Storm? Here?! Her feet slid to the floor as she turned her head ever so slightly to see if it was indeed him. The Human Torch. And there he was. All six feet of him, looking as deliciously lovely and even more so than his photos credited. She still remembered those couple years ago when he rescued her. She couldn't help but smile some and turned back in her seat to face the leaders of this group with an ever so slight blush to her cheeks. She didn't know what to do or say, but it wasn't really the time anyway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 21:12:40</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> Conference room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The lift had taken her up to the meeting room where the entire team was assembling. Her full lips were set into a small frown for the entire ride, vibrant blue eyes cast downward. As the doors had opened she walked out into the room proper, the long violet skirt she was wearing billowing slightly with the calculated but exaggerated sway her hips move with.<br><br>Stopping near both the men known as Tony Stark and Steve Rogers she glances towards both of them momentarily, content to stay silent for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 21:13:28</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 Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Assembled Avengers<br><hr>Jean slipped into the briefing room along with a number of other heroes.&nbsp; Her eyes moved between the three all ready there, and quirked slightly as she saw Janet grow.&nbsp; That was pretty cool.&nbsp; She recognized Captain America, but not the other man.&nbsp; She figured introductions would be conducted at some point and decided to follow Greer to the table and took a seat behind the dark haired woman.<br><br>Unlike the other girl, Jean simply sat there.&nbsp; She was nervous, but she kept her feet flatly on the ground and her hands demurely in her lap.&nbsp; They'd be informed of exactly what was going on soon enough.&nbsp; She quirked a brow as Stark entered and had a little chat, if you could call it that, with Cap.&nbsp; There were a lot of famous faces in the room with her, especially when Johnny entered.&nbsp; Jean turned her head to look at him.&nbsp; Her eyes unintentionally took him in from head to toe and back again.&nbsp; A quiet smile aimed in his direction before her eyes returned to her hands in her lap.&nbsp; She was very aware of Ororo being in the same room, and didn't want to disappoint the woman by acting like a foolish girl.<br><br>Jean occupied the rest of her time by giving friendly smiles to the heroes gathering around her.&nbsp; The temptation to eavesdrop on their thoughts was high, especially on Tony and Steve's.&nbsp; She really hated being patient, but knew that if she did it would be a violation of their privacy and a breech of their trust.&nbsp; Instead, Jean glanced around at the others and tried to ignore that tempting desire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 21:23:57</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> Avengers' Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Assembling Avengers<br><hr>Jan laced her fingers together and pushed her arms out as she raised them over her head.&nbsp; A flirty smile shot at the green skinned man as he commented on her transformation.<br><br>"Thanks.&nbsp; It's really useful when you forget your keys and need to crawl under a door frame," she winked playfully.<br><br>Seeing the parade of other people come in from the elevators behind Gamoran Jan decided to take a seat.&nbsp; She put her fingers between her lips and whistled lewdly when Tony Stark entered.&nbsp; The guy was way hot for being so much older than her.&nbsp; Seeing Steve and Tony side by side, though, she had to give Steve the edge.&nbsp; There was just something about that military hair cut that she found appealing.<br><br>Jan slid down her chair and kicked her boots onto the table before crossing her ankles.&nbsp; This was so exciting.&nbsp; The first Avengers meeting and then they were going to go kick some tin faced butt.&nbsp; She could hardly contain her enthusiasm, and if she had her wings at the moment, they'd be buzzing uncontrollably.<br><br>Jan frowned slightly when she saw the blonde woman eating.&nbsp; It reminded her of the lunch date that was currently being interrupted.&nbsp; She wondered if Jarvis would bring them all something to eat while they were being debriefed.&nbsp; Surely they weren't expected to save the world on an empty stomach.&nbsp; That just didn't seem logical.&nbsp; They would need their strength after all.&nbsp; Jan gave a silly finger wave at the girl who flung yogurt at Johnny and stifled a laugh.&nbsp; That was a great shot.<br><br>She eyed Johnny for a moment before interrupting the oppressive silence, "Hey hot stuff."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 21:56:15</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!</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Avengers Tower Dormitory Floor -&gt; Briefing Room</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Spot, Dr. Strange, Assembled Avengers</strong><hr><br>Deadpool didn't take a shot when Bobby had crossed in front of Greer, instead lowering the gun slowly and letting out a slight sigh. He wasn't about to just start shooting everyone. He'd avoided the innocents outside, and he had no intentions of shooting innocents in the tower, as well. <em>Just a little started, heh heh...I mean, c'mon! Ice?!<br></em><br><em>...And you're surprised by this, Mr. Avenger?</em><br><br><em>...This is why I didn't miss you.</em><br><br>Domino, on the other hand, wasn't exactly an innocent in his eyes. They'd met a time or two before, and she'd always managed to put a bullet in him, as ineffective as they may have been. He, on the other hand, never got a single shot in on her. Not one. He had never tried to take a stealthy approach, and so she ALWAYS saw him coming. Sometimes he even made sure she did, just as he'd announced himself at the window before taking pop shots with his rifle. Of course, he had no idea what her abilities were. He just thought she was REALLY good at dodging. Or maybe she was altered, like he was. After all, any normal human being would have one helluva hard time dodging a bullet. <em>Could be that... or she's either REALLY lucky...meh.</em><br><br>When Dr. Strange had arrived, Deadpool's attention immediately turned to the Sorcerer Supreme, and while Domino had immediately shown signs of surrender upon his arrival, Deadpool showed none but signs of confusion. At the man's strange words, Deadpool's confusion only doubled, but even then, he smirked as usual and gave a remark. "Gesundheit!" It was true, Strange spoke to the two of them as a parent would speak to a child, but Deadpool disregarded him, as a smaller child would their parents. He tilted his head a bit, raising an eyebrow under his mask as he slowly dropped onto his belly, frowning as he noted how Strange hovered over the ground. <em>LUUUCKYYYY!!!</em><br><em><br>Honestly?! Team of heroes? Any of this ringing a bell?!</em><br><br><em>...He's still lucky.</em><br><br><em>...Yeeeeeeah...</em><br><br><strong>"...Could you teach me how to do that?!"</strong> He asked in an excited tone, propping his chin onto his palms and letting his pistol hang off his finger as he looked up towards the powerful man. Of course, his expression would change when he finally noticed the effect of the mans words on his weapon, and even more so when the implications of both Storm's and Strange's words regarding the situation. <strong>"What the hell! My gun!........WHAT THE HELL?! SHE'S an Avenger, too?!"</strong> His head whipped towards Domino, whom he could see again after the wall of ice shrunk into little more than a puddle. He pushed himself back from his laying position, and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes narrowing a bit as he looked her over once more.<strong> "...Well..I'm gonna have to go with her on this one. It WAS a misunderstanding...Oh and, uh..."</strong> he motioned over towards the small puddle of blood resting where held laid on his stomach. <strong>"I'm hoping that won't stain...but uh..yeah....if it does, sorry 'bout that."</strong><br><br>Deadpool laughed lightly to himself at Dr. Strange's words regarding a mad gunman, but his giggle-fit was soon ended by the by the strong voice that emanated from his pants. He hopped onto his feet immediately, and began to dig madly though each and every single one of the pouches around his waist. <em>Uhhh...Chewing gum, OOOO! Juicy Fruit! Mkay....tiny whetstone...condoms..wait, what?..Ignoring...AHA! Wallet!</em><br><br>He immediately removed his Avengers card from the ID pocket of his wallet and looked it over, listening to the brief message with slowly widening eyes.<strong> "Ohmahgosh, ohmahgosh, ohmagosh! Mission already?! SQUEEEEEEE~!"</strong> He immediately began walking towards the elevators, tucking his thumbs under his belt and letting his hands rest limply there. Admittedly, he felt a bit lightheaded, and he was bleeding profusely, but he still hardly payed it any mind. It was ass-kicking time, after all! <em>Worse comes to worse, I pass out in the Briefing Room for a few minutes...would be a pretty damn nice nap!</em><br><br>It took him a bit longer to get to the briefing room than those who'd left before him. He took time to marvel, <em>heh..Marvel.</em>, at all the shiny thingies and doodads in the hallways, but eventually, he did arrive, and enthusiastically greeted the group.<br><br><strong>"AVENGER BUDDIES!...Hi." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 01:00:29</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>: Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br><hr><br><br>John had stayed behind to finish overworking Jarvis after Carol had left. He wasn’t in a hurry to find out about what he already knew. They were called to gather because there was a war, and the way the God of War fought wars was simply charging in and thinking of stratagems on the fly. He was hardly worried about being defeated that was until he remembered the Hydroman incident. John would never let him forget that. If his mortal shell didn’t exist, Ares would have brushed off the haunting memory. It would have been forgotten.<br><br>The elevator chimed, revealing the simple teenager with a plate of stacked cheese burgers with fries shoved between the patties. In his other hand, he held a box of Mountain Dew with three cans left. He had taken his lunch with him after he had exhausted the remaining supply of fries, burgers, buns, and cheese. John swept the room, scowling at the sight of the Green Man and the Black Woman. There was also the blonde man from before who liked to throw commands as though he were some sort of leader. <em>Hmph!</em><br><br>John took a seat against the back wall near the elevators in case the meeting bored him to death and he decided to leave. He set down his box of Fresh Dew from the Mountains, and his plate on his other side. He drew a can free and popped it open with an audible hiss. The soda had become his favorite drink, and it got him wired for some action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 03:10:57</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> Taking his sweet time en route to the briefing room. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; The Avengers<hr><br>Logan had been laying in his bed when his pants started talking, after finding the ID he looked at it and shrugged before rolling to his feet and making his way up to the briefing room. He had removed the jacket, leaving him in his jeans, boots and a tight black T-shirt. Logan was in no rush to move, after stepping in he saw big red and smirked but did not say anything. <strong>"Who died?"</strong> He asked nonchalantly as he dropped into an empty seat and kicked a foot up on the table and leaned back with his hands holding the back of his head. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 18:43:42</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 / Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jan, all Avengers<br><hr><br>The elevator ride up to a higher level is fairly crowded but silent as Bobby apparently like everybody is lost in his own thoughts about this emergency coming along before the team can even get acquainted with each other. He is slightly dismayed to see that everybody is entering the room like a group of individuals rather than a team, but not really knowing anybody he can understand that. Before taking a seat he scans the room looking at all those already gathered. A small smile does appear on his face when he sees a familiar face in the form of Jan. Moving towards her to take the seat next to her he cannot miss the entrance of Johnny the “Human Torch” who seems to always need to be the center of attention. Having never actually met him before Bobby simply gives him a nod upon making eye contact with the famous super powered hero.<br><br>After Johnny’s arrival Bobby notices for the first time that Greer’s hoody is not just blue but actually has the “Fantastic 4” logo on it. He then cannot help but catch her reaction to his appearance clearly showing that she has a crush on him or at last has a pretty bad case of “Celebrity Worship.” Bobby gives a small shake of his head feeling a little bit sorry for the girl as he firmly believes that she will just end up being hurt especially if Johnny does take notice of her. He seems to be the type to take advantage of his celebrity status then simply move on to the next girl.<br><br>Bobby takes the seat next to Jan and sets in not quite the same casual or flamboyant manner she has taken. He does lean back so he is at about same level and position form the table as she. He gives her the same friendly smile he gives everybody and speaks quietly intending his voice to be just for her before turning his attention to the blonde teenage male he presumes to be Steve Rogers Ms Munroe’s co leader and older man standing at the front of the room.<br><br>”Hello, Jan, it’s good to see that you too were invited to join this team.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 22:49:43</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> Avengers' Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Assembling Avengers<br><hr>Jan grinned and winked at Bobby when he smiled at her.<br><br>"Hey Frosty.&nbsp; I guess they're letting anyone join this club," she teased.&nbsp; "There would have to be a giant sale on Versace to keep me away."<br><br>She turned and eyed the plate of food that the big, brooding, silent type brought in, "Any chance you brought some for the rest of us, killer?"&nbsp; She asked with a sweet smile.<br><br>She kept an eye on John, just in case he decided to do something crazy, as she looked up front.&nbsp; "So, is Doc Doom just going to stroll through that door and give us the orbital satellites or are we going to go kick his ass?"<br><br>Jan was never a patient person, and the thought of an actual mission as a superhero had her chomping at the bit.&nbsp; Besides, what type of satellites could Doom have captured that could blow up the world?&nbsp; That was like Star Wars stuff, not real.&nbsp; Of course, the Avengers had been assembled, so someone must've thought there was some level of danger.&nbsp; Probably someone with a lot more knowledge than Jan.&nbsp; Though, all that meant, was that their first mission was a really big mission and that they'd be known all over the world when they stopped this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 23:14:18</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>: Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Wasp<br><hr><br><br><strong>Any chance you brought some for the rest of us, killer?</strong><br><br>John gazed across the room at the young woman whose voice had travelled in his direction. There was a cheese, fry burger half-gorged in his mouth as—despite her sweet, little smile—he gazed at her as though she had said something stupid. His face was devoid of enthusiasm as his jaws adjusted further allowing him to scarf the burger. His cheeks inflated with beef, cheese, bread and fries as his molars ground it down into a substance he could swallow. The teenager gulped the burger and his brows pinched together with irritation as he replied, “No.”<br><br>John then flaunted a mocking happy-go-lucky smile at her before he dismissed her presence by averting his eyes from her and went onto the next burger. Who did she think she is asking the God of War to share? It was preposterous. He didn’t share with anyone—maybe Carol, but that was an entirely different case. The other dark-skinned woman was overstepping her bounds thinking he’d share food with her. Did he look like the care bear type? John didn’t think so. It had been his offering any way. Not hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 06:12:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Wanda1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Mutant<br><strong>Location</strong>: Training Room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br><hr><br>Wanda shook herself, trying to clear her mind. She had been practicing for a while, though she wasn't sure just how long. She closed her eyes, making another hand gesture. She shot another hex bolt at the target, blasting it's fake head off. She smiled to herself, her hexes were definitely getting more powerful. She cracked her neck, letting out a sigh and trying to focus once more. She made a series of hand gestures, picturing the target in front of her, it's molecules vibrating faster, heating up. When the target dummy was lit on fire she opened her eyes and before she could shout in excitement, she got hit by a fireball in the arm, knocking her on her ass. <br><br>She slammed her fists on the floor and got up. She checked the wound and grumbled, it wasn't deep and she would heal up alright, but the fact that her spells are still backfiring made her angry. She left the training room, signing out on the electronic key reader with the swipe of her student card. Making her way to one of the first aid kids on the wall, she cleaned the wound with an alcohol wipe, and put a bandage on it. <br><br><strong>"This is Captain Steve Rodgers, I need all Soldiers to Assemble in the Briefing room now, Rodgers out."</strong><br><br>Wanda grinned, <em>What better practice than a mission?</em>, she thought to herself. She was on the other side of the campus, so she tried to get there as quickly as possible. She arrived to find most of the others had beaten her here and she gave them all a smile and wave as she sat down in a chair. <br><br><strong><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Sorry I'm late, Captain, I was in one of the Training Rooms."</span></strong> Wanda, or Scarlet, as most called her, crossed her legs, waiting for the briefing to start. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 07:44:57</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> Avenger Briefing Room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The Assembling Avengers<br><strong>Note: </strong>If your character has not posted yet, you can assume they were there before Steve began or be late. <hr><br><strong>"Well we need to know what we are dealing with. Don't want to dress up for winter if we are going to the beach now do you?" </strong>Steve asked Janet with a dry tone, the quip might have been funny if Steve could have realized he made the joke. When Stark came in he looked over to the man and nodded, taking the time to match the names with those entering. Rogers was still learning who was who, but thanks to the Avenger's data base he was able to get a better idea at who was who. <strong>"James?" </strong> He asked when he saw a familiar face, or so he thought. No it was not James but he did look up at the guy known as Logan for a few brief moments before his attention was taken back by Janet who seemed to be talking with everyone coming in. <br><br><strong>"What Janet said is indeed true, Dr. Doom has taken control of 24 orbital weapons platforms. Each with the capacity to level a city. We have 24 hours to comply to his demands or he will start glassing major cities one at a time, starting with New York. It falls on us to get control of those platforms back."</strong> Steve announced, turning to Stark to fill in the tech details. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 00:50:16</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>The worn boots pressed against the briefing room table with a non-chalant air.&nbsp; Polished had been used on them a time or two, the rubber soles kept up while the surface diminished beneath time.&nbsp; To the casual onlooker they seemed in disrepair while those familiar with the importance of footwear could see how worn and comfortable they would be for the long haul.&nbsp; Domino had broken these boots in on the streets of Chicago and earned her stripes with them kicking in teeth.&nbsp; Long legs were pulled back to her lithe frame.&nbsp; Denim tightened around her thighs and hips, twisting with her movements in the chair.&nbsp; Then her leg extended so that her chair tilted back from the table.&nbsp; An act of balance kept her perched while stretched out to the table.&nbsp; One hand went down to slap her stomach while she made an exaggerated stretch.&nbsp; A glance was given to Deadpool with a rude gesture to follow.&nbsp; The feet of the chair came down to the ground again but she still kept her casual grace.<br><br>Slowly she let her gaze drift from one member to the next.&nbsp; White skin seemed to glow in the light of the room, displaying just how truly odd the coloration was compared to others.&nbsp; The black tattoo over her the only break in the marble expanse of her flesh.&nbsp; Black lips fixed themselves into a distinct smirk of a content nature, as if she were simply amused to be here.&nbsp; A few of the people she recognized with a few having rewards for capture.&nbsp; Absently she wondered if Deadpool was considering how profitable a one night clean up here could be for their bank accounts.&nbsp; Of course that would also be very hazardous to their health considering not only the prowess of the marks but also the security here.&nbsp; Old habits die hard though and so her mind worked over the angles.<br><br>When another made to sit down in a similar fashion to herself, she let her head lull to the side.&nbsp; Partially up-side down, she glanced at Wolverine with a goofy smirk.&nbsp; <strong>“Well hello handsome.&nbsp; Nice haircut.”</strong>&nbsp; There was an odd laugh from her throat, a laugh that bore no girlish charm and was instead filled only with trouble.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 04:21:59</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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Ares<br><hr><br>Gamoran stood leaned against the far wall near Storm as he watched more people filter in... including Domino and Deadpool, who he could tell were capable fighters in their own right.&nbsp; Then Carol and... John.&nbsp; No, make that Ares.&nbsp; The green skinned alien shot daggers at the so-called god with his gaze.&nbsp; He knew that he could not be trusted... that carnage and death was all that he truly desired.&nbsp; He had said so himself, after all.&nbsp; If he had to, mage or not he would end him with the aptly named Godslayer.&nbsp; <br><br>Bare muscular arms crossed over his chest as he listened to Captain America and Stark speak, but his attention seemed wholly on Ares.&nbsp; He would be watching and waiting for the first Avenger to truly earn his ire to fatally slip up.&nbsp; Suffice to say, his focus really wasn't on saving the Earth right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 05:08:40</strong>
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				<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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Carol, Ares, Greer<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny slipped in and moved to a seat, where he kicked his feet up and leaned back with a smile on his face.&nbsp; Despite everything going on he was in a good mood.&nbsp; He noted Ares, or rather the guy that turns into Ares scowling and basically looking like Sourpuss Monthly's Grouch of the Year and shook his head.&nbsp; He suddenly felt something hit the side of his face and he blinked.&nbsp; What the Hell?&nbsp; He turned to see Carol, yogurt in hand looking like the cat who just ate the canary... he smirked and wiped the yogurt off his face with a finger and, making sure she saw him he teasingly licked it off with a smoldering look and a wink.&nbsp; <br><br>He was distracted as he saw a few more people come in, including a few hot babes... he looked over Domino, Janet and Wanda with an appreciative smile... He listened as Cap started to explain what was going on.&nbsp; Doom.&nbsp; It was always that megalomaniacal tinhead, it seemed.&nbsp; He frowned... about to speak up when his attention was caught suddenly by a cute girl wearing a <em>very familiar looking hoodie</em>!&nbsp; He blinked as he took note of her face... holy crap!&nbsp; He wasn't sure who the guy next to her was but he sure as Hell knew her.&nbsp; His eyes went wide and he smiled dumbly.&nbsp; It was that girl... but she disappeared.&nbsp; He was sure she didn't want anything else to do with him or something, but here she was, more than a year later... at a meeting of superheroes!&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Greer.&nbsp; Hey- whoa!"</strong><br><br>He leaned back a bit too far and as he started to wave to her, he fell back, his legs flipping upward as he crashed to the ground.&nbsp; Damn, that was embarrassing.&nbsp; He blinked, staring at the ceiling and spoke in a tone like nothing had just happened.<br><br><strong>"I'm alright!"</strong><br><br>He quickly scrambled to his feet and pulled the chair back to it's right side, sitting down without propping his feet up this time.&nbsp; He offered a smile to Greer and ran a hand through his soft blonde hair.<br><br><strong>"Greer... what are you doing here?&nbsp; I tried to find you but you vanished"...</strong><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/TonyStark1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Tony Stark / Iron Man<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> High Tech<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Johnny<br><br><br><hr><br>Tony watched as Johnny Storm fell back and disrupted the meeting... but he didn't seem perturbed at all.&nbsp; Instead, he flashed a disarmingly charming smile and made a witty comment to break the ice.<br><br><strong>"And here I always thought Johnny Storm had <em>girls</em> fall for <em>him</em>.&nbsp; It's alright.&nbsp; He's ok"...</strong><br><br>He cleared his throat as Johnny started to continue his conversation with Greer.<br><br><strong>"However... we do have a world to save right now, so if we could keep the chatter to a minimum, that'd be <em>awesome</em>.&nbsp; Thanks."</strong><br><br>Johnny blinked and nodded a bit apologetically.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sorry."</strong><br><br>Stark took out a small device that looked like a smartphone or an Ipod and began to fiddle with it.&nbsp; Almost immediately, the holographic display of the city zoomed in to a smaller area with what appeared to be a huge pyramid shaped ship hovering above a few buildings.<br><br><strong>"There we go.&nbsp; That... is Doom's ship, hovering just above the Latverian embassy.&nbsp; He's cloaked, but my tech can spot him, which is pretty impressive, actually.&nbsp; He's threatened to start by destroying New York in 24 hours, so my guess is that ship won't be there for long.&nbsp; What I suggest we do is split into two teams... one to distract Doom with a direct assault on his ship and one to sneak aboard and take out his communications suite.&nbsp; I'll be running with the assault group... I should be able to jam the signal to the satellites from his armor, but I can't jam the signal from his ship.&nbsp; It's too strong.&nbsp; Dr Strange tells me he can use his magical mumbo jumbo to cloak a small group of you temporarily and get you aboard... but that once you move to destroy the communication suite, you'll be seen and have to fight your way out."</strong><br><br>He paused, letting everything sink in.<br><br><strong>"The other option is to go into space and start destroying satellites.&nbsp; The problem with that is one, SHIELD won't like that... and two, it may take too long.&nbsp; Honestly I don't really care about ticking Fury off... heck, I do that all the time anyway, but that option is very risky.&nbsp; If we do decide to do plan A, I'll leave it to Cap here to choose who goes where.&nbsp; I would suggest that the fliers comprise the core of the assault group, though."</strong><br><br>Johnny spoke up again.<br><br><strong>"Can we call in the FF?&nbsp; Reed and the others really know Doom well... and it'd be awesome to fight with them again."</strong><br><br>Stark grimaced a bit.&nbsp; Crap.&nbsp; Johnny didn't know.&nbsp; He tapped his fingers on his opposite elbow as he paused in thought, before continuing.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, kid... but it looks like Doom's already captured them.&nbsp; Don't worry though... we'll get them back."</strong><br><br>Johnny's heart sank.&nbsp; He sighed and spoke solemnly.<br><br><strong>"We've got to be careful... I mean, Doom won't kill them on a whim.&nbsp; He'd want Reed to see his 'triumph'... but we should still be a bit more cautious about this.&nbsp; We've got to rescue them!"</strong><br><br>Johnny turned to Steve.<br><br><strong>"Cap... what's the plan?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 06:58:57</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: Briefing Room</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Spot, The Avengers</strong><hr><br>As opposed to most of the other Avengers, Deadpool decided to hang back rather than take a seat. He was...quiet, actually. On the outside. In his head, he continued to commentate while his eyes scanned the group ahead and around him. He noted what everyone wore, <em>Like that sexy lady in the red. Diggin' the red</em>, how they acted, <em>Like the punk stuffing his face over there</em>, and even what they said. <em>No, but seriously..that guy's been shootin' up teen angst like steroids or some shit. What an ass.</em> He recognized a few faces (<em>and a mask, Lookin' at you, 'Rachnid Kid</em>), but there were also a few faces he didn't recognize. And then there were Steve and Johnny. A look of complete and utter confusion fell over his face, an expression that, like many others, could be easily seen even through his mask. <em>I HAD to have lost more blood than I thought..must be seein' double or some crazy shit like that!</em> He reached up quickly, wiping his eyes with haste. <em>Seriously...is that Chris Evans?...AND Chris Evans?...Err...</em><br><br>His wide eyes fell on Steve, <em>Whom I dub Chris #1</em>, and scanned him quickly. It didn't take long for him to figure out that he held a leader's position in this group of there's. Not only did he assume as much based on the information he seemed to have, or based on the fact that his voice had been the same one that emanated from his pants. Steve merely had that kind of air to him, in his opinion. <em>Somethin' about this guy seems kinda familiar too..</em> Captain America was a name known worldwide. Had he been in his traditional costume, Deadpool would've recognized him, and perhaps made a bit of a fanboy-ish scene. He'd never seen him without his getup, though, and the name Steve Rogers didn't ring a bell. As a child, he'd heard a lot about Captain America and his courageous exploits, and like all impressionable little boys, he wanted to be like him when he grew up. Obviously, that didn't happen.<br><br>He immediately recognized Tony Stark, though. <em>I always thought he looked a little like Robert Downy Junior. Just a little bit..</em> He wasn't all too impressed really. He hadn't used a Stark Industries weapon in his life, and knew very little, if anything at all, about his actions as Iron Man. Deadpool hardly listened to his words, instead focusing in on Spot and the rather rude gesture she'd made towards him. He took the time to lift his mask a little for her, only enough to expose his mouth as he stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry her way. Sure, he wanted to be on generally good terms with his teammates,<em>Generally. Especially the attractive ones</em>, but heckling her had already proved to be too much fun than he could resist. He, like her, obviously had a hard time adjusting to this hero business; their violent tendencies were rather similar, after all. He'd also thought of just how much money he could land if he took out a few of the heroes that surrounded him, but he knew he wouldn't. He had been serious about trying to make a positive name for himself, and with the dampening of his insanity due to the surgery, his homicidal urges were drastically quelled, as well. <em>Hey, don't get me wrong! What's not to love about killing?! No innocents, though..seems kinda pointless....I'unno...</em><br><br>At the end of Stark's speech, Deadpool raised an eyebrow, and then raised a hand. Of course, he didn't wait to be called on to blurt something out. <strong>"Why the hell does everyone keep on calling him 'Captain'?"</strong> He blinked a bit, looking around with a shrug <strong>"Just...uh..well, gotta know who you're workin' with...right?"<br></strong><br><em>Smooth.<br></em><br><em>&gt;n&gt;</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 08:51:42</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> Avengers' Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Assembling Avengers<br><hr>Jan giggled at Ares.&nbsp; She blew her cheeks out, until they hurt, and moved her jaw in imitation of his chewing.&nbsp; Her brows furrowed and she tried to grimace, which seemed a very unnatural state for her pleasant features.&nbsp; Then stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him.&nbsp; The guy needed to loosen up.&nbsp; Maybe get laid even.&nbsp; <em>He'd have to look elsewhere for that though,</em> she thought to herself.<br><br>Her attention was drawn to the white skinned woman with the spot over her eye.&nbsp; Jan wasn't really attracted to the woman, so much as she was the woman's boots.&nbsp; If there was one thing Jan could claim to be an expert at, it was footwear.&nbsp; Those boots looked comfy, and functional.<br><br>The debutante leaned over the table conspiratorially to the tattooed woman, shielded her mouth from Stark and stage whispered, "Hey where'd you get your boots?"<br><br>When Stark started talking she gave him most of her attention.&nbsp; Of course, when Johnny fell out of his chair, she snickered, and halfway through Tony's presentation she stiffed a yawn and stretched.&nbsp; Admittedly, it was more boring than history class, even if the world was in danger. <br><br>As Stark finished his presentation, Jan's feet came off the table, hitting the floor flatly and her hand shot upward as it waved frantically.&nbsp; Like Deadpool, she didn't really wait to be called upon.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Can I be on the infiltration team?&nbsp; I would totally rock there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 15:28:40</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>: Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers<br><hr><br><br>John listened to the explanation without much care whose voice belonged to who. From his seat on the floor, he saw the backs of chairs and heads, and he recognized Steve’s voice, but didn’t know who the other voice belonged to. From what he understood of the whole explanation, the mission was to infiltrate and create a distraction, which to John meant destroy it. He rose to his feet, gulping the last of the green liquid before he crushed the can and tossed it into the Dew box. He was wired; he was pumped; and was ready to raise Hell thanks to Pepsi Co.<br><br>The jock approached the table and slammed his hands down upon it, which was loud enough to get the entire rooms attention—if they didn’t ignore him. He then pointed at the floating-glowy-triangle-thing and declared on a voice that those who didn’t know him might have thought was humanly impossible. It resonated throughout the chamber as he declared, “Destroy the ship!”<br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">I WILL SINK THAT VESSEL INTO THE FIERY DEPTHS OF HADES! IT WILL SUBMERGE LIKE ATLANTIS IN A BLOODY SEA OF DEATH! LO MORTALS! YOU WILL WITNESS THE MIGHT OF ARES, THE GOD OF WAR!</span></span></em><br><br>The door to the stairwell was then kicked open as John marched down the steps. He wasn’t sure how he was going to bring the ship down without weapons, but he was sure he could find some. He also didn’t take into account that sinking the ship would have it crash in New York and its destruction could harm thousands. It was the price to pay for glory.<br><br><strong><em>Continued in Upper Levels...(1)</em></strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=112961.msg5831152#msg5831152)<br><br><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers<br><hr><br><br>No sooner was John back in the Avenger’s Briefing Room after the random change in the forecast. His skin, clothes, and hair were smoking. There were patches burned into his shirt and pants, and black patches of three-degree burns in certain areas. He had found a seat and was sitting quietly, waiting for some of his brain cells to regenerate as every now and then he’d twitch from a sudden spasm that wracked his spine. His eyes were slightly rolled back into his head unable to focus, but he was there and able to listen further regardless. He would speak nothing of his father and what had just transpired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 17:37:06</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> Avenger Briefing Room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The Assembling Avengers<hr><br>Steve looked at the massive ship they had to infiltrate and assault and the people (some of them) looking at him to lead. He was not very familiar with the latest in Stark creation so he managed to make the ship spin and flip a few times before he got the hang of it. It was a simple touch and drag interface with more options once he learned, but he had the basic gist of it for the purpose of this specific mission. <br><strong><br>"Glad to have you back John."</strong> He calmly said, having said nothing when the hot head stormed out. Had his behavior put anyone at risk he knew he had the green skinned alien to help put him down. The events of the night helped him making his decision on who would go on what team. When Wade (deadpool) asked a question he looked over to the masked man and flashed a smile. <strong>"Didn't you know? I am the new Captain of Storm Valley High's football team."</strong> He said with a slight smile before turning his attention back to the display before him. <br><br><br><strong>We are going with option A, I want two assault teams. The first consist of Johnny (Torch), Carol, John (Ares) and Monroe (Storm). Carol, unless John can sprout wings, I need you to give him a lift into battle. "</strong> He issued the first command, choosing to put John in a team that had the girl who could control the god of war and could quench his thirst for violence. <strong>"John, you may care little for anyone other than yourself but you are now part of this team and while you are, you will uphold the virtues we were all united under. That goes for all of you. We are protectors, our first priority are those who can not protect themselves."</strong> He said sternly before continuing. <strong>"Johnny, we will get your friends back."</strong> Steve reassured before moving on. <br><strong><br>"Assault team two will be Stark, Jack and Jean, Tony can you get something to get Jack into the air until he can get his feet on solid ground? He and Jean will back you up while you complete your objectives. Team two will wait until the infiltration teams are inside and sending Doom's men into a panic." </strong><br><br><strong><br>"I will be leading from within the ship, I want Greer and Neena with me, Infiltration group two will be Gamoran, Janet and Drake. Team three will be Wade, Logan and Wanda."</strong> Steve broke the Avengers into cells, forcing Doom to focus on five different fronts and try to keep him guessing.<strong> "We will need an escape plan, Stark you got anything for me or do we need to find a ride out on our own?"</strong> He asked before looking at the Avengers. <strong>"Any questions?" </strong> <br><br>The display in the center of the table broke down and showed where each team would attack or sneak in from. Five different points, area with the lowest security (according to Stark's intell). Steve was not foolish to think it would be a walk in the park. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 18:26:38</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: Briefing Room</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Ares, Steve, The Avengers</strong><hr><br>Deadpool had been waiting for an answer in regard to why everyone had been calling their leader 'Captain' when Ares had oh so fervently stepped forward and presented his 'brilliant plan'. Even Deadpool knew running in half-cocked was a rather unwise idea. <em>Unwise? More like retarded.</em> Though those around him might not have known it, Deadpool had come up with a few good plans of his own over the years, sneaky, dastardly, underhanded, GENIUS plans. It was another thing that made him rather dangerous. While others simply thought he was being himself, going off on tangents and being an all around ass, he could very well be formulating a plan to take someone down and not a soul would know about it. <em>Because I'm Muthafuckin' Sun Tsu or something!</em><br><br>When the stairway door had been kicked in, and Ares stormed out, Deadpool merely looked around a bit before suddenly bending over and bursting into laughter, holding his sides. <strong>"Pfffffttttthahahahahaaa!!! Oh yeah, don't worry guys! That guy's got this, and he's practically Rambo, just look at em'!"</strong><em> And who the hell is that guy calling 'Mortal'?!</em> His words were dripping with sarcasm and wrapped in condescension. <strong>"One thing's for sure though. He's right about ONE thing.."</strong> he explained, holding up a single index finger, a smile forming being his mask. <strong>"We just might witness the destruction of Ares, demi-god of minor altercations! Especially with such a well thought out and foolproof plan as that!"</strong><br><br>His laughter continued, even when Ares had returned. In fact, it grew even harder when he saw the scorched deity return, quiet, smoking and twitching. <em>Well, look who lost a fight with a thundercloud!</em> Of course, he had no idea just how accurate his insult was. His laughter only ceased when he caught a certain smell. It was incredibly faint, and might've gone unnoticed by those who hadn't smelled it before, but once you did, it was something you could never forget. Ares' charred flesh gave off the faintest scent, a familiar mix of frying beef and pork fat, all masked in the gut-turning smell of burning blood. It was a smell he'd grown accustomed to, even learned to like after a while. He took a deep breath and let out a long, relaxed sigh <strong>"Anybody else smell ham?"</strong><br><br><em>You're a sick pup, Wade Wilson.</em><br><br><em>No, WE'RE sick pups. A little crazy, too. All three of us.<br></em><br><strong>"...seems legit."</strong> He quietly replied, ending the conversation with himself.<br><br>From there, Deadpool turned his attention back to Steve, smirking under his mask as he explained just what as up with this whole 'Captain' title. <strong>"Oh..yeah. Haven't been to school yet...Go team?"</strong> He chuckled a little under his breath, allowing the 'Captain' there some time to explain the game plan. Of course, he was more than happy to hear that he was on a team with Logan. <strong>"Logan, mah boy! Just like ollld tiiimes"</strong> He wasn't sure exactly who Wanda was, though...but he figured he'd find out. <strong>"Alright, Captain, so the plan is to have our line, being the Assault team, provide some cover while us infiltration teams cut up the middle and go in for the touchdown?"</strong><br><br>He grinned, unsheathing one of his Katana's and stepping forward, poking the hologram with a child-like giggle. <strong>"I'm game. Totally ready to get all up in Doom's George Foreman!!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 00:21:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Wanda1-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Wanda listened as Captain went on, explaining the dire situation at hand. <em>What better practice than a real mission,</em> she thought to herself. Her hex bolts and spheres were pretty much mastered, but everything else seemed to always backfire on her. She wasn't sure why, but she knew that if she wanted to master her skills, she had to practice. <br><br>Her thoughts were cut off when she noticed Johnny fell out of his chair. She rolled her eyes at him and scoffed. He was a slacker, and playboy, and that wasn't her cup of tea. Tony went on and Wanda listened intently, a determined look appearing on her face. <em>Captured?,</em> she thought to herself sadly. Glancing at Johnny, she saw that he was truly worried for them. <em>Maybe he does care about someone besides himself.</em><br><br>For a minute it was silent, but that was broken by Wade, who moronically asked why everyone called Captain America, 'Captain'. She was about to say something to him, but then Ares decided he would slam the table and storm out. Wanda sighed and looked at Captain, laughing lightly at his joke. When he divided them into teams, she grimaced. Logan, he was a bit stubborn, but at least he wasn't an idiot. Wade, on the other hand, was mouthy, and didn't seem to take things very seriously. <em>This is going to be interesting..</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 02:28:12</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 - Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Johnny, Deadpool, Cap, Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">As Johnny made a point to tease her she grinned at the handsome blonde and poked her tongue out playfully. She was in a good mood and teasing back was one thing she could do. She made a point to nibble at her banana slowly, having slipped the flesh free of its casing, she tossed the yellow peeling into a black plastic lined garbage pail where her empty yogurt cup and spoon now lay. Johnny's attentions were soon diverted toward a certain dark haired girl who he called "Greer" and then his own subsequent falling over backwards. <br><br>A stifled chuckle was given as she nearly choked on her banana and smirked as Mr Stark made his little joke. She was however glad that the multi-billionaire playboy did have enough sense to tell everyone to shut up and listen. It was one of those moments that she had nearly done the same. Carol looked to each hero there and rose a brow when the red masked one didn't know who Captain America was. She thought the guy must have been living in a cave, but then again from his mannerisms and replies to the task at hand, he must be a few fries short of a happy meal. Either that, or he had one too many explosions close to his face. Which could account for the mask. <br><br>Ares' outburst was unexpected, as well as his return and smoldering look. She had heard of smoldering good looks on a god but this really took the cake. Her blue eyes shifted back to Cap as he started handing out assignments. It was their first real mission brief as the Avengers, and well her first ever for that matter. It was exciting and filled to the brim with anxiety. Everyone who wasn't already suited up would need to do so then they would be off. She was glad she wasn't with the nutjob, else she might blast him by 'accident' one good time. Johnny, John, Storm and herself... that was an interesting combination. She'd have fun with this. A nod was given to Steve as she heard the part about needing to give John a lift and smiled.<br><br><strong>"Sure thing Cap.&nbsp; So we're an assault team, meant to cause damage and diversion so that the stealth teams can get in and take out the comm with the satellites? You realize those satellites are likely also able to be activated by remote not just by some comm deck right? And if Doom is smart as they say he is, he likely has a back up to the ship which could teleport him to another location for detonation. Any plans on how to handle it, if that happens?"</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 04:53:41</strong>
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				<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 - Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Deadpool, Johnny Storm, Stark, Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Greer heard the burst of energy enter the room and rose a brow. Someone needed to get that guy some ritalin. She stayed seated and quiet as she listened to the chatter around her before the guy that looked remarkably like Captain America, one she read about in the papers during her time at S.H.I.E.L.D. started speaking about the mission they were going to be heading off on. When Johnny finally made his way over to the table, she realized he had seen her and he seemed almost as clumsy about it as she was. When he toppled over backwards she winced some and bit her lip hoping he was okay but didnt' want to draw attention to herself. Mr Stark did enough of that for her. His remark about falling for girls and such had the dark haired Avenger turning a deep shade of red before she looked away and back to the others.<br><br>"Greer... what are you doing here?&nbsp; I tried to find you but you vanished"...<br><br>She started to reply back but noted that Mr Stark basically told them all to sit down and shut up. Her lips formed a smile and she stared over at the blonde former Fantastic Four member and all but swooned. Her cheeks stayed that soft pink hue and she nearly jumped out of her skin as Ares burst forth with his outcry. She did in fact squeak a little and jerked her head in his direction away from the object of her <del> obsession </del> infatuation. <br><br>"I will be leading from within the ship, I want Greer and Neena with me, Infiltration group two will be Gamoran, Janet and Drake. Team three will be Wade, Logan and Wanda."<br><br>Greer heard her name and jerked her attention toward Cap and nodded in understanding. She was going to be on his team. A team of three. Now who was Neena. She looked around as she searched for acknowledgment in who this person was. It was then that she saw a scorched looking Ares enter and rose a brow. <br><br><strong>"What happened to him? Looks like he got in a fight with Thor."</strong><br><br>She muttered the last bit under her breath, in a soft whisper, as she looked back around to Captain America and Tony. And then the motor mouth started talking again. Greer was suddenly glad she wasn't on a team with him. She'd likely have to let Tigra at him if that ever happened. Maybe some ducttape? He is insane. Utterly insane.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 14:59:22</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> Briefing Room <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All assembled Avengers<br><hr><br>When Jan calls him Frosty Bobby gives her an odd look but does not saying. He does not particularly like being called that but he has heard worse so simply lets it slide. His attention is then drawn to the larger young man with the plate full of food even as hers is as well. At the response to her question about sharing Bobby shakes his head at the rude answer and actions. <br><br>Mild astonishment is clearly etched on Bobby’s face when he witnesses Johnny’s reaction to seeing Greer. Based on what he knows of the fiery hero he is surprised that Johnny even remembers the shy beauty much less to be so affected by her presence to actually lose his composure.<br><br>Bobby is still looking between Greer and Johnny when his attention is drawn away by the violent assault on the table. His mouth drops open surprise at the rude teen’s declaration of sinking Doom’s ship and claim to be Ares The God Of War. He closes his mouth as he watches the deity storm out. Upon Ares’ return burnt and smoldering he has to suppress a laugh as he thinks the arrogant bastard got what he deserved. The urge to laugh disappears though at the masked gunman’s comment about smelling ham which he finds to be just plain sick.<br><br>Bobby listens intently to Mr. Stark’s technical break down much of which goes completely over his head but he does get the gist of it. When Steve breaks down the different teams and their expected points of attack he glances first to the dark haired beauty next him having no complaints at all in being teamed up with Jan before looking over to the green skinned man who he assumes is Gamoran. When Steve stops talking Bobby does not raise his hand or wait to be acknowledged further but just simply speaks in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room. He Glances towards Mr. Stark but his main focus is on Captain America.<br><br>”You split us into three infiltration teams with different points of entry. You however have not mentioned what each teams’ primary objective will be. I take it we are assuming that Team Fantastic is being held somewhere on that ship. Does our intel give us any idea of where on the ship? I’m guessing that one team will be focused on their rescue. Another team will have the task of severing Doom’s communication with the satellites. The last team would be focused on something like the ships propulsion or defenses. Which team will be set to which task?”<br><br>Bobby then goes silent and glances around the room to see how the others gathered are taking the information and assignments. His primary focus is still on the two men in the front waiting to hear the reply to his questions. Not really knowing most of those gathered he does his best to guess what each different team would be assigned too. His first thought is that team with the trigger happy costumed man (Wade) would be set to the rescue mission. He does not know enough of the other teams’ abilities or skills to have any guess about what their objective would be.<br><br>Bobby had heard the name Carol mentioned as part of one of the assault teams but had not thought anything of. As he looks around the room and he sees the brunette he had just welcomed to the school earlier he is again mildly surprised. Clearly she is quite powerful and can fly being put on an assault team and asked to carry a team mate he guesses cannot fly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 15:42:06</strong>
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				<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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny shook his head as Bobby spoke, taking the moment to add his two cents.<br><br><strong>"If I know Doom, and I do... he'll have Reed, Sue and Ben with him on the bridge of his ship, on 'display' so they can see his victory over Reed come to pass.&nbsp; So whoever is going to rescue them will likely have to face the man himself, which is never an easy thing.&nbsp; Doom's a tough customer... probably one of the most powerful supervillains on the planet."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 17:31:53</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> Avengers' Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Assembled Avengers<br><hr>Jan gave Bobby an apologetic shrug and smile when she saw his reaction to her attempted pet name.&nbsp; She'd have to try something else.&nbsp; Maybe Popsicle?&nbsp; She did enjoy popsicles.&nbsp; Maybe Bobby wouldn't mind after seeing her with one.<br><br>Ares' hands smacking the table made Jan jump.&nbsp; She hadn't seen the brooding guy make his way over, and she'd been attempting to watch since sticking her tongue at him.&nbsp; The presence of him being so close made her skin crawl wearily.&nbsp; He seemed a bit unstable, and she didn't trust him not to escalate events due to her friendly chastisement.&nbsp; She sighed with relief when he stormed out and joined the various snickers echoing around the room.&nbsp; Still, she felt bad for him.&nbsp; He was obviously having a doozy of a day.<br><br>Jan smiled approvingly at Bobby for his thoughtful question.&nbsp; She'd simply assumed that they were being split up to increase the odds of success that one of them would reach where the satellite controller remote was kept and then deactivate it.&nbsp; Obviously, she hadn't given it much thought.&nbsp; Different objective made more sense.&nbsp; They were the Avengers after all, they were bound to be successful.&nbsp; <em>Doom really should just give up now</em><br><br>"Hey Johnny, you said Doom wouldn't hurt Reed and the others right?&nbsp; Does that mean that they're likely in fighting shape when we free them?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 18:41:54</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> Taking his sweet time en route to the briefing room. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; The Avengers<hr><br><strong>"Thanks Doll, Nice make up." </strong>He grunted sarcastically at her, perking an eyebrow at her, letting her interpret it as she wished as he heard the mission after John stormed out and smoldered back. <br><br>Logan guffawed at Deadpool's joke about John before he looked at the masked man with a new interest. Why did he know him? The last thing he recalled was running into the hulk somewhere in Canada's wilderness, before he was brought to Storm Valley high. <strong>"Who the hell are you?"</strong> He asked Deadpool with an actual hint of interest. <br><br><strong>"Well I'm game, I need something to sink my claws besides Red over there." </strong> He said with a grin. Logan did not care about the virtues of SHIELD, the motives of Dr. Doom. He had his own agenda and it seemed with people recognizing him or knowing him, the Avenger program had found a way to keep him around longer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 19:18:24</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> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine, Ares, Wasp, Iceman, any interested parties<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><br>An eyebrow lifted at the question presented to her.&nbsp; The expression that crossed her face was almost comical as she considered meaning behind those words.&nbsp; Eyes shifted to look at her boots in consideration of their appearance, noting their worn exterior and loose ties.&nbsp; Then her gaze turned toward the one posing the question.&nbsp; White faced and marked darkly, she narrowed her eyes to focus them into a stare.&nbsp; A half-smirk touched her mouth before she popped the heel of one boot against the table as if to display their durability.<br><br><strong>“Are you fucking with me?”</strong><br><br>There was a simple shake of her head before she returned to leering half-assed at Logan.&nbsp; Another playful laugh on her lips that seemed neither innocent nor filled with mirth, but instead echoed with some inside joke.&nbsp; The comment about makeup almost made her laugh amidst the chatter.&nbsp; Instead she simply looked down, raising the edge of her shirt slightly to expose the flicker of her belly button ring.&nbsp; More white skin was apparent on her frame.<br><br><strong>“Should see the body jewelry then.”&nbsp; </strong> <br><br>When hands smashed down on the table, her boots immediately lifted from the surface.&nbsp; The chair rocked forward so that she was no longer reclining.&nbsp; One hand immediately moved to where her pistol had gone while the other moved to the chair.&nbsp; She was prepared to make a gunfight if need be, with the exception of no longer having a gun.&nbsp; The storming out of the man ended the tension in her body just as easily as it had come upon her.&nbsp; A laugh touched her mouth before she kicked back in the chair again, letting it rock back and forth as if it too were laughing at the man.<br><br><strong>“Seriously, some body roll that man a blunt and cut the caffeine to his room.”&nbsp; <br><br>“Freon over there has the right idea though.&nbsp; We can’t just go in guns blazing and a finger to the sky.&nbsp; If we don’t do what we have to do, we need to at least accomplish something.&nbsp; Some secondary targets before the main objective would be good.&nbsp; Maybe taking out the cloaking device, disabling some defense systems so that if we fail another team can come in after to clean up the mess.&nbsp; Not saying we can’t do the job, but I mean…Lady Luck and all.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 20:20:02</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: Briefing Room</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Logan</strong><hr><br>When the conversation had once again gotten a bit more serious, and everyone had begun presenting their questions and bouncing their ideas off their leaders, Deadpool just sort of let himself fade out of the conversation. He never stopped poking at the hologram, spinning the interactive image and flipping it all over with the tip of his sword. One would've through he was just fucking around, as usual, but his face said otherwise. His eyes rested on the structure thoughtfully, scanning over every inch of the scale model projection.<br><em><br>What are we looking for?</em><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">"Entrances."</span></strong><br><br><em>They're everywhere..</em><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">"Well, I can see that genius."</span></strong><br><br><em>So can we..think any of em' would be unguarded?</em><br><strong><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">"Doubt it..Unless intel says otherwise, I guess."</span></strong><br><br>His attention was only cut when he heard Wolverine's question, spoken in that familiar grisly voice. Despite them never, ever having been on particularly friendly terms, <em>The guy hated me. Surprise, surprise</em>, it was nice to hear a familiar voice and see a familiar face after such a long time. Even still, though, he couldn't help but grimace a bit. The work at Weapon X wasn't particularly bad..but the experiments, and the way he'd acquired his healing factor...they were thoughts he didn't like to dwell on. They had nothing on his time at Hospice, but they were terrible none the less.<br><br><strong>"Red, huh? That my nickname now?! Suh-weet!...But you should just stick to calling me 'Bub.' I missed that..." </strong>He wandered over towards Logan, sheathing his katana slowly and crossing his arms over his chest. <strong>"I can't believe you don't remember me, either. Most people don't do that no matter how hard they try...oh well. In due time, young padawan...you'll learn. Just keep on thinking about Weapon X. It'll come to you, I'm sure..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 20:56:00</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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone, Storm<br><br><hr><br>Gamoran had been leaned against the wall watching the proceedings... he rolled his eyes at Ares as he started going on about bringing the ship down when stealth and guile was what was needed to win the day today.&nbsp; As he stormed out of the briefing room and the doors shut behind him, he shook his head.<br><br><strong>"What a fool.&nbsp; Truly."</strong><br><br>He nodded as he was selected as one of the espionage team members.&nbsp; His eyes followed the Captain's gaze as he named each of his teammates.&nbsp; <em>So, Drake must be the one with the brown hair and Janet... she must be the lovely young woman who was able to change her size.</em>&nbsp; He offered each of them a nod and a smile... pushing off of the wall as he saw the door open again... and Ares came back in looking like he just lost a fight with a bolt of lightning.&nbsp; The Terran jokes surrounding this spectacle were lost on the emerald skinned alien, but he did glance at Storm, with an arched eyebrow.<br><br><strong>"Did you just"...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>07-02-2012, 23:43:40</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> Conference room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Gamoran, Avengers<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The smell of ozone in the air that accompanied the baffoon's return caused her slightly upturned nostrils to flare. The delicate nose which midst the high cheek bones, and the tapering jawline the dark-skinned woman possessed only seemed to accentuate the exotic nature of her features. Blue eyes focus on the smoldering god-child for a moment before the green-skinned alien's words catch her attention.<br><br>She turns her regal neck slightly so that her gaze can fall on the man beside her. Her shoulders shrug once in a non-committal fashion.<br><br><strong>"I wish, however now I know in the future how to handle situations with that one."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 19:38:11</strong>
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				As he got into the room Spidy couldn't help but at the number of heroes that had been joined into this team, he had never seen this many before all at once. He didn't really have time to gawk though as Captain America, the freakin hero of old, started into what was happening with Tony Stark and what they would be doing about it. When he heard the options about whether to destroy the communications or the sattalites and the risks with each he had to agree with their leader that option one was definitely better then option two.<br><br>Hanging on a wall, knees folded as he stuck there listening he listened to the teams going in and couldn’t&nbsp; help but think of what team he would be better placed in. Assault would probably be best left to those that worked there often, so the members chosen for it made sense, especially considering some of their problems when it came to stealth in the first place. As to the infiltration teams, he'd probably be best there. Raising a hand as if for attention he called out, "Uhh, alright, which team am I in Capt?"<br><br>OOC: Sorry for the late post :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 03:39:15</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> Avenger Briefing Room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The Assembling Avengers<hr><br><strong>"Once we get on the ship, we will take it from there, objectives will be called out over Com, in the event that is down. Rescue the four and listen to what Dr. Richards and his team has to say. Johnny, you know Doom more than I do, so keep an eye out for those on assault squad for me. Parker, with me. I have a feeling being on the inside will not be a walk in the park." <br><br>"I don't want to get to complicated, let's focus getting on that ship first, take control from those satellites and find the four."</strong> Steve attempted to answer all questions and concerns with the little information he held. He waited for Tony to get his word in before making the call to dismiss them all to suit up and set off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 19:53:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/TonyStark1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Tony Stark / Iron Man<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> High Tech<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br><br>Tony moved over to aside panel in the room. The room had walls covered with each Avengers suit displayed for wear exactly as their suit they usually wore. Between each suit was a display screen that was currently blank. He looked to the unnumbered, uncoded buttons and began to press a few. The computer spoke to him soon after, its voice was decidedly feminine. The center of the table the others were gathered around began to flicker slightly as a holographic image of Dr Doom's ship started to show exactly what Steve pointed out. Tony continued to press buttons as he spoke back to the computer in turn.<br><br><em><strong>"Good Afternoon, Mr Stark.."</strong></em><br><br><strong>"Good Afternoon Cara. Input the placings of the teams as given. Team One Alpha -- Torch, Ares, Ms Marvel.&nbsp; Team One Beta -- Ironman, Jean, Spider-Man. "</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>He looked over to Steve then and explained the slight change. He was concise and to the point with the discussion.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"We need a few to stay behind and watch the tower incase Doom takes advantage of all of us being away. I'd suggest keeping Storm, Werewolf, and Gamoran behind."</strong> <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f296/TheSalemInstitute/WarRoom.jpg)</div>Shifting a bit on his feet, the dark haired avenger spoke to his computer again. He was relaying everything Cap said but in detail that the computer system could organize quickly. <br><br><strong> "Team Two&nbsp; Alpha -- Iceman, Wasp, Domino&nbsp; &nbsp;and Team Two Beta -- Deadpool, Wolverine, and Scarlet Witch.&nbsp; That leaves the lead with Captain America and Tigra. End additions. Cap, Dr Strange cannot guarantee exactly where you will end up. You will be on the outer walls on opposite sides but exact locations cannot be given as we do not have the schematics of Doom's technology.&nbsp; I will give you a device that can direct you where you need to go to find the communications device. I will be waiting on the outside trying to jam the signals to the satellites from my suit. Once the objective is complete, I will remote the Quinjet to come by and do a pick up."</strong><br><br>Tony looked to each individual member of the team and then stopped with Carol and Janet. He looked each over carefully and noted especially how flirty Janet was. He'd have to talk to her again later. <br><br><strong>"Ladies, we do not know the condition of the Fantastic Four. We have only seem a brief glimpse of them&nbsp; in some sort of transparent tube being held by a field of unknown substance that is preventing their escape. Carol, if we take out the communications device properly we can make it so that they are not usable by remote. If Doom gets away, then so be it, we saved the world and will bother with him at a later date."</strong><br><br>The handsome man smiled charmingly to the ladies and then diverted his attentions toward Iceman as he rose a brow. He had thought that Steve was pretty clear in his instructions but it was apparent some of these teens didn't catch on the first time. He repeated the plan again before looking to each of them to be sure they understood.<br><br><strong>"As Cap said... you will be on an assault team. The assault teams job is to attack the ship from the outside. Not only put a full assault on the ship but distracting Dooms forces while the infiltration teams get in to disable the communications device. My team will defend me while I jam the signal to the satellites."</strong><br><br>Moving from the computer console, he headed back to Steve's side and crossed his arms over his chest.<br><br><strong>"That sound about right, Cap?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 19:06:32</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> Avenger Briefing Room <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>The Assembling Avengers<hr><strong><br>"Sounds like a plan. Let's get suited and booted." </strong><br>Steve ordered at last after a scan of the room. <strong>"Avengers dismissed."</strong> He added, waiting for the others to shuffle out before exiting himself to suit up. Steve felt eager to jump back into his uniform, it was the nearest thing to his past he had left. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 01:39:02</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>: Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers<br><hr><br><br>John’s electrical burns regenerated as Steve began his brief. He brushed the black chips of dead burnt flesh from his arms, chest, neck, and anywhere else he had felt burns. There was fresh skin beneath, and as his clothes cooled, he could feel the air in the room caressing the holes in his shirt and pants.<br><br><strong>John, you may care little for anyone other than yourself but you are now part of this team and while you are, you will uphold the virtues we were all united under.</strong><br><br>John glared up at Steve from his sitting position as he scolded him as though he were his father. He arched his lip in disgust as a soft, dismissive hiss escaped from his teeth and he whirled around in his chair to have the back of it facing the committee as Steve went on with the discussion. John crossed his arms and sat slumped in his chair with a big scowl on his face—just like a normal day—as there was talk of teams, assault, infiltration, basically attacking the ship as he had planned to do to begin with. Then it turned out to be a rescue mission as the Candle Man’s comrades happened to get captured by some Dr. Doom mortal. John swore his sister should have been the one that was kicked out of Olympus to fight these wars drizzled in her kind of flavor.<br><br><em>Drop it like a meteor…</em><br><br><em>Set it ablaze…</em><br><br><em>Wait…</em> John blinked as he rewound the whole discussion to the very beginning.<br><br><strong>Carol, unless John can sprout wings, I need you to give him a lift into battle.</strong><br><br>John’s face creased even more with hate lines. “I do NOT need a lift. I can reach that ship on my own. Do you think I’m a gimp like my brother?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 04:11:29</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: Briefing Room</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Ares, The Avengers</strong><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Ares</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I do NOT need a lift. I can reach that ship on my own. Do you think I’m a gimp like my brother?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Deadpool still stood near Wolverine when the words were spoken, and his eyes widened slightly. He looked to Ares slowly, and almost busted into laughter. He closed his mouth however, bit his lips and turned around from everyone, effectively muffling his guffaws. <em>Good, Wade. Gotta control yourself. We can't keep making enemies around here...Wade?</em> He opened his mouth to make a comment, there were so many jokes he could've made about Ares being handicapped, but he felt himself hesitate a bit, and he ended up doing no more than taking a deep breath and letting it out in a long sigh.<br><br><em>PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN! Geez..<br></em><br><em>You're right. You're right.</em><br><br><em>Damn right I'm right. Now..this is gonna get serious. Put your sane face on, alright?</em><br><br><em>Alright...but you're gonna have to quiet down for a second. Sane people only have one voice in their head..</em><br><br>When the Avengers were dismissed, Deadpool looked himself over with a pleased smirk, crossing his arms over his chest and scanning the room. <strong>"Well, I'M suited. AND booted. So lets go, everyone! Put on your most ass-showingest tights and lets get a move on, savvy?"</strong> He strutted confidently in Tony Starks direction and pointed a finger towards him, a frown forming under his mask, the material contouring to his lips. <strong>"Hey, Mr. Rich Weapons Guy. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz turned my gun into dust, which I'm probably gonna try snorting later. Probably made my other weapons go 'POOF' too, so I've got no weapons, save for my two sharp friends over here."</strong> He crossed his arms again tapping his foot and leaning towards the billionaire, narrowing one of his eyes <strong>"So..uh...am I gettin' weapons or what?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 04:55:38</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> Taking his sweet time en route to the briefing room. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; The Avengers<hr><br><strong>"Whatever you say bub." </strong><br>Logan said, not speficiying if he was talking to Deadpool or Steve. Planting his feet on the ground and got up and walked out of the room. It was his first time suiting up in the Avenger uniform. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 17:41:10</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> Briefing Room <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All assembled Avengers<br><hr><br>The look Bobby had given Jan when she called him Frosty is given even more intensely to the girl with the black spot around her eye and the other one involved in the gun play on the dorm level when she calls him Freon. If they have to use nicknames for him he likes Frosty better of the two although he would prefer that they either stick to Bobby or his SHIELD code name Iceman. He briefly looks at Johnny when answers the question about where his former teammates are likely being held by Dr. Doom and gives him a nod of acknowledgement before his attention is drawn back to Steve and Mr. Stark as they handle the briefing. He is a little surprised at Mr. Stark changes in Steve’s team assignments and once again glances at the girl with black around her eye assuming that she must be Domino. He is glad to be teamed up with Jan as he is already somewhat familiar with her and her abilities, but is unsure about Domino as he knows nothing about her. He does not complain and trusts Tony and Steve to know what they are doing.<br><br>When they are dismissed to get prepared for deployment Bobby heads out for his first official suit up as an Avenger and fully active SHIELD agent. His uniform is basically a standard agent tactical uniform of basic black but without the white letters identifying him as a member of SHIELD. It is also lacking the standard body armor as he does not need the extra protection when he is iced up, nor does it have the standard issue weapons. He has chosen to not carry weapons and trust to his mutant powers for both offense and defense. He then moves on to the staging area to wait for the others and to actually be sent out on his first real mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 22:39:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/TonyStark1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Tony Stark / Iron Man<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> High Tech<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Hey, Mr. Rich Weapons Guy. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz turned my gun into dust, which I'm probably gonna try snorting later. Probably made my other weapons go 'POOF' too, so I've got no weapons, save for my two sharp friends over here. So..uh...am I gettin' weapons or what?"</strong><br><br>The corners of the dark haired man's lips curled slightly at hearing what Dr Strange had done. It was one way of taking care of things in your way, then again it was a waste of weaponry that could have been modified into better tech, but that was a moot point now. He nodded to the suited up Avenger teen.<br><br><strong>"Of course, Wade. You will have weapons in the weapons vault for your use. They are located on the top level. Only Cap and Storm have access to those, so you will need to ask one of them for assistance. There should be some S.H.I.E.L.D. approved items up there just for you and Domino there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some suiting to do myself and then some satellites to disrupt."</strong><br><br>He turned and started to head out of the room but paused in mid stride and held up his index finger in thought. With just a command to the computer, he continued his motions forward and headed directly for the elevator to the upper levels of the Tower.<br><br><strong>"Cara, keep the display active until otherwise notified."</strong><br><br><em>"As you wish Mr Stark."</em><br><br>The female voice called after him and he kept walking out of the room without anything further said or done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 22:56:33</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>Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> John/Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“I do NOT need a lift. I can reach that ship on my own. Do you think I’m a gimp like my brother?”</strong><br><br>Carol pursed her lips together and moved over toward John and spoke in a low voice. She had hoped to entice him into allowing her to do as instructed. They had a mission to complete and she wasn't too sure just how else they would get him up to the ship. Her hand moved over to briefly touch his forearm.<br><br><strong>"You don't want me to wrap my arms around you?"</strong><br><br>She grinned at him teasingly and winked some before she started to head out of the briefing room. Stopping just at the doorway she turned back toward her would be boyfriend, though he hadn't really asked her that, or would he? Thinking about it a moment, she pushed her fingers over her dress smoothing it down before offering up a suggestion of use instead of just a teasing remark.<br><br><strong>"Maybe Tony can give you a jetpack or something? I don't think you'll make it up there on your own otherwise darling, unless Dr Strange is willing to teleport you separately."</strong><br><br>The blonde teen female gave him a soft smile then slipped out the doorway heading for the stairs, so she could make it down to the female dorm area. Carol always preferred the stairs to the elevator anyway, it just took too long sometimes.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>14-02-2012, 23:00:52</strong>
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				<strong>Calling in the Troops</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> Confrence Room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone who gets/stays there<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack had made limited small talk with the Janet (who was still amusingly on the small side at full height). Scruffy? Heh if she only knew. She'd see soon enough he assured her. But not out of control like the some of their companions had. Not that they were horrified, quite the opposite, these people just seemed to accept it all taking the bizarre in stride like it was apart of their daily routine. Johnny Jack could understand but most of the others? He didnt get it, what the hell kinda lives had they been living. This acceptance of who and what he Jack was, was having an affect on him. Shifting his paradigm. Perhaps there was a place in the world even for monsters. He just didnt know for sure, it was all so damn confusing, so much to take in, to deal with. Jack didnt like wrestling with complex emotions. He liked his world black and white even if that meant he wasnt an accepted part of it but it didnt look like that was something he was going to be able to hold on to for much longer. <br><br>As he went to his room to grab his gear (he fucking refused to call it a costume! Not to mention that SHIELD had code named him Lycan he kne he could thank the Underworld films for that but it was still far better than the first name tossed out there: Werewolf by Night...stupid!). Jack picked up the lightweight garment and studied it, according to the Avenger Server on his computer it was made of something called unstable molecules, Something made by the genius hero they now had to go rescue from Doom. <br><br>&lt;Guess we know who's smarter now.&gt;<br><br>Doom, now there was a name that was worthy of dread. Jack Russel had been born Jacob Russoff in Medias, Transylvania. Jack was of the Romani blood, the ancient gypsy line spread throughout Europe. Doom is also of that line as all true Romani know. Most consider him a god and Jack cant suppress a tickle of fear that dances up his spine at the thought of crossing Von Doom. Madness! Andd yet here he was preparing to do just that. He shakes his head as he strips out of his school clothes.<br><br>&lt;Guess I dont really have a choice, Von Doom will nuke New York if we dont stop him and frankly I dont wanna get nuked.&gt;<br><br>Werewolves were virtually immortal, supposedly only succumbing to death via powerful magics or deadly silver but Jack didnt want to test his limits, being atomized was not on his to do list. Jack stepped into the leggings of the odd garment. It dindnt feel like any textile or synthetic he'd ever worm before and his balls drew up a bit involuntarily on contact (commando is how I roll bitches!), a slight shudder and then he could feel the garment changing as he pulled it fully only, becoming like a sheath around him, a second skin, tightening pleasantly to hug his lithe muscles in a flattering and protective grip. It became impossible to feel where he ended and it began.<br><br>"Snazzy."<br><br>Browns and blacks laced into slashing patterns to evoke a feral appeal as well as being useful for breaking up his outline for camouflage. According to the Avenger server the top half and boots would seemingly melt away as he transformed for both comfort and freedom allowing Jack to get the most out of his powers without any interference. An offest buckle held the Avenger's logo, the A confined within a circle. Jack's however wasnt gold but a non reflective bronze...stealth once again. He was forced to admit that SHIELD had covered the bases obviously intending him for those types of tasks. <br><br>Jack returned to the ready room seeing no reason to pull on the mask dangling from his neckline between his shoulder blades. No need to hide his rugged handsomeness just yet he smirked at his own joke. Damn team was growing by leaps and bounds, so many new faces, so many new scents. Jack was begining to think SHIELD wasnt making a team but raising an army. <br><br>&lt;Wouldnt that shit be just like them!&gt;<br><br>Two smells in particular stood out, two of the females had sharply drawn his notice. By scent and the pull of blood and magic. The cat girl was an easy one, I mean, she's a fucking cat girl there was bound to be a reaction! What the fuck was SHIELD thinking putting a cat and dog on the same team for God's sake? Who was the genius on that one? The Wolf didnt like her, wanted to dominate her, enforce his superiority. But at the same time Jack had swooned under the heady influence of her phermones. Oh my God! Did she have any idea of what she was giving off! Her scent just screamed SEX COME GET SOME! Poor bitch probably didnt know or had no control over it. She was new to this Jack's senses told him, he could feel the magic on her. Was she like him? Cursed? If she was she hadnt seemed burdened by it. Guess it suited her. Sure did make her look exotically hawt!<br><br>Then there was the one calling herself Wanda, oh yeah magic all over that one too! And it was in the blood Jack could FEEL it, that monkey was Romani down to her soul. Their line seemed destined toalways intertwine with powers like Von Doom and Vlad Dracula. It was likely some sort of fate thing. Fate, fuck but Jack loathed being tethered to a powerful mystical force like that. Once Fate got its hooks in you it liked to hang on tight. There was something of Wundergore about her too. She had spent enough time there at some point for it to leave its trace upon her. Jack was curious to she what she knew this Wanda. , perhaps they could trade stories, did she know of the High Evolutionary and his animal knights? Jack leaned back against the far corner of the room waiting for shit to get real.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 00:33:25</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> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>The sound of the Sorcerer Supreme's voice was heard in everyone's mind at once as he communicated telepathically with the newly formed Avengers.&nbsp; A simple spell had been cast to allow such a feat and though not on par with such telepathic power as Charles Xavier, the magician's own ability was formidable and far reaching.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Everyone is to report to the Quinjet hangar once you have the gear that is needed for this mission.&nbsp; That's the Penthouse B button in the elevator.&nbsp; Once assembled, I will cast a spell that will teleport each infiltration team just inside Doom's ship via what entry points I could detect with my Astral form.&nbsp; Unfortunately Doom knows how to ward his ship against my intrusion, so I will not be able to assist you other than as acting support.&nbsp; Once the infiltration teams are in, Mr Stark will have the rest of you fly or take the Quinjet to the ship.&nbsp; I am told that the assault team will be given special goggles that will enable them to see Doom's cloaked ship.&nbsp; Good luck to you all."</strong><br><br>The mage's presence remained and, linked as the team was, they could all hear one another's communicated thoughts, though not private thoughts.&nbsp; The insanity of the mercenary Deadpool was taken into account.&nbsp; The others could not hear the normal extra voices in his head.<br><strong><br>"As far as teleporting Ares, I'm afraid that will be impossible.&nbsp; I will be too busy concentrating on my cloaking spell to hide the infiltration teams from sight."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 00:40:51</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> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool, Tony Stark, Captain American or Storm<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The promise of toys was enough to pull her from the cushioned seat.&nbsp; Eyes widened at the indication of new toys, ones exclusive to the worldwide fame of Stark Industries. One of a kind toys from one of the most infamous weapons manufacturers of its time, what girl could say no.&nbsp; Diamonds be damned, guns were Domino’s best friend.&nbsp; After all they were a great accessory with almost anything, except maybe a cocktail dress.&nbsp; Booted feet hit the ground with a distinctive thud of enthusiasm.&nbsp; Her slim frame moving behind Deadpool.&nbsp; One hand moved to grasp him by the back of his red outfit, moving to drag him back from the illustrious Tony Stark.<br><br>“Many thanks and pardons.&nbsp; We need a tighter muzzle for him.&nbsp; Come on Mouth, let’s go shopping.&nbsp; Somebody with a key open the doors!&nbsp; We’re coming to play.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 01:31:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Scarlet_Witch_Colours_by_AnimantX-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wade, the Avengers in the Briefing Room, elevator<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Wanda watched the exchange between Wade and Logan. Apparently they had history, but Logan wasn't aware. She turned her attention away from Wade's antics and focused on Captain and Stark. She still couldn't believe they paired her up with Wade, he was clearly a slacker and thought everything was a joke. <br><br>When everything was done, she moved to the wall and grabbed her suit, coming back a few minutes later with it on. She pulled her gloves tighter and looked at Wade, her hip cocked to one side. <br><br>"Are these 'ass-showingest' enough for you?"&nbsp; She gave a grin and then watched as Domino dragged him out to get weapons. Thankfully, Wanda didn't need weapons, she was the weapon. That thought brought a smile to her face and she stopped for a moment to listen to the voice that was coming through her mind. It was Dr. Strange and he wanted everyone to go to the Quinjet hangar. <br><br>Her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to the elevator, pressing the Penthouse B button. As the doors opened, she stepped inside, waiting for anyone else that might want to take the elevator with her. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 02:15:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1928/greerk.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><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, Jack<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Greer could hardly contain herself as the team was disassembled for suiting purposes. She didn't really have to go anywhere to suit up. Luckily for her she had a little button to press and the magics within would transform her into the cat woman known as Tigra. Internally she growled to get out. She wanted out more than a fat kid wanted cake. Greer was too wrapped up in staring at Johnny Storm now to actually see the red haired guy come back in. However Tigra could feel it, sense, smell it and then in turn Greer did. Her head turned from the blonde superhero toward the red haired werewolf. She took in a slow deep breath and before she could act, her fingers had found themselves at the small pendant that rested at chest level beneath the hoodie she wore. <br><br>It didn't take but moments for the transformation to take place. It wasn't slow and agonizing at most shifters would be. Greer's was magic, and thus virtually harmless. She closed her eyes as she felt the swirling warmth around her. The dark haired female could hear the chanting of the cat people in her head as she almost felt her body lift from the floor. Her hair flowed around her as it slowly shifted hues into a bright red with a hint of an orange tint. Her smooth creamy flesh was now covered in a thin layer of fur, silky and smooth like that of a tiger. It was shaded much like the same, in orange and black, and a tail had extended from her backside just at the base of her spine. The animated appendage swung back and forth almost in agitation at the smell of a canine in the room. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end and she sniffed some before growling a little. <br><br>Tigra had encountered dogs and their kin before but nothing like this one. He was special it seemed and it looked as though she was affecting him as well. She looked around as she padded across the room. Her feet bare and now a bit larger than her normal sized feet with claws extending from each toe. Her hands had longer nails that extended as well but remained basically the same size. She wore a black bikini with what appeared to be white animal teeth that rimmed each side of the briefs. There wasn't much else to her outfit but it didn't appear she needed much else, just what was required for modesty's sake. She pressed her full red lips together and gave an almost sardonic smile toward the wolf then diverted her attentions to the voice in her head. A mission, yes, a battle. She was ready, playtime would have to wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 02:48:12</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: Briefing Room -&gt; Armory</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Spot, Wanda, Tony Stark, Dr. Strange</strong><hr><br>A grin spread over Deadpool's face as the answer flowed from the playboy's mouth. Team or not, he could put all his faith in a gun. They wouldn't hesitate to help you, they wouldn't be off doing their own thing when you were in danger. They wouldn't judge you, call you crazy. Sure, they could jam, but that was mostly if you were just plain bad at taking care of your gun, or got an old, cheap one to begin with. Sometimes cheap ammo would jam the clip, as well, but once again, you get what you paid for. Wade didn't think he'd have to worry about that with Stark weaponry and gear, though. Tony Stark was lauded for the quality of his weapons, mostly by some pretty surly guys Tony would've hated to see with his tech in their hands.<br><br>Just as he was about to reply, he felt a tug at the back of his tight-fitting uniform and he looked back hastily, raising an eyebrow as he watched and listened to Domino speak. Soon enough, he felt himself being pulled. He didn't fight her, but he didn't just relax and let himself fall to the ground to he dragged on his ass. The heels of his boots dragged along the ground and he clasped his hands in front of his chest like a giddy school girl, chuckling to himself. <strong>"Shopping?! I LOVE shopping!"</strong> His gigglefit only ended when he caught a glimpse of Scarlet Witch, who fit her costume quite nicely. <em>And it's red! See? Good taste.</em> <strong>"Lookin' good, lookin' good...but I'll pass judgment on that later, after I've caught a few glimpses, heh heh.."</strong><br><br>He gave the crimson clad woman a hidden smirk and a thumbs up as he was dragged, and eventually, he and Domino were out of sight. <strong>"...Being dragged into an elevator would be dull. You'd just be kinda holding me up at that point. Soooo..."</strong> He turned around quickly, taking hold of her shoulder a moment as he reached for his belt. <strong>"They said top floor, right?...yeah, pretty sure that's what they said. Aaaaand.....BAMF!"</strong>[/color] He pressed a button that rested at the top of his belt buckle, and in an instant, they were whisked off, the area where they stood briefly distorting and returning to normal just as quickly.<br><br>They reappeared just outside Armory, right in front the door that required Captain America's or Storm's passwords to open. Unfortunately, they were transported a short distance above the ground. His teleporter never seemed to get teleporting JUST right. They landed with a thud, though Domino's landing was softened as she landed on Deadpool's back, and he landed on his face. Though muffled, his words could just barely be made out.<br><strong><br>"Owwwww...."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 16:54:41</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> Confrence Room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone who gets/stays there<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack stiffened as the woman who smelled so strongly of cat turned to study him. Caught staring he blushed wishing he had put on the stupid mask after all. He watched catching his breath as she reached between her breasts to touch something hidden there. Whatever it was it was a thing of magic for even as her hand was pulling away Jack could feel the release of her own inner beast. She was luxuriant in her tawny hide, padding across the room with silent grace now. Emerald eyes never left his as she changed and Jack felt the bitter war within himself between the primal needs of the Wolf and the unstoppable desires of a teenager. Even though her tail twitched in warning Jack couldnt stop staring. When she smiled at him, a teasing thing, he couldnt stop his own idiot's grin revealing teeth too big and sharpened for a human mouth as his eyes bled over to red without his consent or control. Jack could feel the adrenal rush as he hit was he often referred to as Wolf, Stage One or Nicholson. So named for the level of lupine characteristics achieved at this level of change. Jack now shared features similar to those of Jack Nicholson in the movie Wolf. Slightly more muscle mass, pointed ears, an increase in overall hair (amazingly bleeding right through the suit he wore along his forarms, looked like this thing was as good as advertised), crimson eyes as well as fangs and claw like nails. Stage Two would be the Del Toro or Wolf Man mode (he used to call it the Lon Chaney until he watched the recent updated of the classic film, his renaming his state of shift was a sign of approval). Stage Three was called The Howling or William so named after an excellent 80s movie or the first and uncontrollable werewolf in the Underworld movie series. Because like the savage William Jack had no control over his bestial rage in that form and would be locked away for the three nights of the full moon.<br><br>Jack quickly shut his mouth hoping he hadnt been seen making a fool of himself and busied his eyes with anything and everything in the room but (what was it Johnny had called her), yes Greer. That was it. There was an issue there of course, Johnny. There was more than a past there, there was some history. Their pulses had quickened upon seeing one another and Greer's eyes had even dilated. Yeah history...but look out Johnny, this girl wasnt a girl anymore, she wasnt one of the monkeys and she was too damn close to being like him for Jack to just ignore the possibility of actually attempting a relationship. Jack hoped the Wolf would accept her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 19:14:02</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>: Elevator with Wanda<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carol and Wade (mentioned), Scarlet Witch<br><hr><br><br>John glanced at Carol’s hand upon his forearm and then up at the blonde as she flashed him a playful grin and wink. The teen sighed and rose from his chair as the other Avengers seemed to be leaving. The Steve mortal had access to weaponry, and he didn’t want to lose him. As John approached the elevators, he saw the man in red from before and the girl with the enormous birth mark on her face—if that’s what it was. Another mortal that wore red was standing patiently in the elevator. John entered the car as she kept it waiting, and turned to face the doors. He crossed his arms before his chest as he waited calmly for her to take them up—whenever that would be. She and the other red one seemed interested in talking about her costume.<br><br><strong>Are these ‘ass-showingest’ enough for you?</strong><br><br><strong>Lookin’ good, lookin’ good…but I’ll pass judgment on that later, after I’ve caught a few glimpses, heh, heh…</strong><br><br>John openly peered from the corners of his eyes at Wanda’s bottom garbed in her tight-fitting suit. He didn’t see a point in her purple stockings. The material looked so thin that a breeze could tear it. Being very open with his opinions, John suggested, “Your leggings couldn’t guard your legs against a breath of air. You should get rid of them. I’m sure a good flame would enjoy them.”<br><br>In his opinion, Carol had the right idea that when dressed as Ms. Marvel to wear very little, but suggestions coming from John would promote women wearing less in combat. Ares, however, would have honestly argued the practicality of her uniform on the battlefield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 22:42:20</strong>
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				<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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Tigra and Werewolf<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny already had his uniform on.&nbsp; After the meeting was wrapped up and Dr Strange told them where to go next, Johnny moved toward Greer, and was about to speak to her when he witnessed her transform into a furry's wet dream.&nbsp; Johnny was no furry, but damn, he had to admit she was hot, especially in that getup.&nbsp; He smiled at her... the fact that her body language suggested far more confidence than Greer had displayed before not lost on him.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Wow... I was gonna ask you what your superhero trick was.&nbsp; I dig cat girls"...</strong><br><br>He followed her gaze and noted Jack across the room, dressed in an Avengers uniform.&nbsp; It didn't take Reed's intellect to notice the way he was looking at Tigra.&nbsp; His smile faded a bit... he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.&nbsp; What was that about?&nbsp; Johnny Storm never got jealous... especially over girls that up and vanished without a word for a year and a half.&nbsp; Still... he really liked Greer when they had dated before, however briefly.&nbsp; He raised a brow at Jack and shook his head.&nbsp; He paused... and without further hesitation took Tigra's chin and cheek in his hand, turning her softly in his direction.&nbsp; He smiled softly, marveling at how the short, soft fur on her face felt... like warm velvet.<br><br><strong>"Greer.&nbsp; What happened?&nbsp; I tried to find you... but you just vanished.&nbsp; Is everything ok?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 00:06:24</strong>
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				Luckily for him, Spider-man had no reason to change into a uniform as he was already in one. Plopping himself back firmly on the ground he chuckled at the interaction between John and Ms. Marval, finding the thought of the flame man whining about getting a lift too funny not to get a response.<br><br>When Strange’s voice came into his head along with the others to give directions as to where the group needed to go to start the mission he had been about to move towards the indicated level when the show with Tigra started, her fur going over her form as she became a cat woman. He whistled silently at the form, sort of impressed and attracted to the form she had taken, it was a neat trick in his book. The scene became even more inviting to him when John joined the scene with his own compliment. Of course, the teasing took a back seat to curiosity as he indicated knowing the woman as he came up to the side of Torch, “You know her Flamehead?” he asked with a curious gaze hidden by the mask he wore.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 00:14:46</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> Weapon Locker<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The ground simply wasn’t there anymore.&nbsp; Then suddenly the ground was there or at least there was ground beneath Deadpool when she landed atop of him.&nbsp; Domino laid there staring up at the ceiling with a puzzled look on her face.&nbsp; Her mind attempted to wrap around what exactly had just happened.&nbsp; Her hand was still gripped around the back of the man’s uniform beneath her.&nbsp; Eyebrows knitted together before she turned to look at the wall.&nbsp; A noise came from the body beneath her but she ignored his protest while she turned, an elbow driven into his back while the walls were examined.<br><br><strong>“Damn, I died and went to Heaven.”</strong>&nbsp; Then she looked down to take notice of Deadpool.&nbsp; <strong>“Well, almost.”</strong>&nbsp; Both hands moved to touch his head, lifting it upward so she could kiss the top of his head.&nbsp; <strong>“That’s for taking me to the Promised Land sweetie.”</strong>&nbsp; Then just as gently as she had lifted his head up, she now slammed his face back to the floor.&nbsp; <strong>“That’s for not asking.”</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Domino turned while atop Deadpool, making use of the man as if he were furniture.&nbsp; One hand came down to slap his rump before she sprung up from his body.&nbsp; Eyes dialated when she looked at the thick, vault door.&nbsp; Hands clapped together as if she were an excited cheerleader getting ready for her team to take the field.&nbsp; Of course the dark clothing and glittering metal certainly gave an alternate view of a cheerleader.&nbsp; Hands moved to grasp the handle of the vault door, giving it a jerk.&nbsp; Her eye peered into any orifice that might give a glimpse of what was behind the door.&nbsp; Both feet set themselves on the door as she tugged on what might be a hold to open the vault.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Oh come on!&nbsp; So not fair!&nbsp; One little fight and they take away the fun.”</strong>&nbsp; Her hand banged against the door.&nbsp; <strong>“Open Saysa Me damn it!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 01:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Avenger.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Avenger Briefing Room, stopping in his dorm, ending at the Weapon's Cache<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Domino and Deadpool<hr><br>Steve turned his attention to all the information he could gather on Dr. Doom while he waited for everyone to leave the briefing room. After checking his watch and the majority of the Avengers shuffling out, he departed and took the stairs to his room.&nbsp; Once inside he pulled on the new outfit, it felt updated, the few modification he had once kept still a part of the uniform all accept a missing handgun and combat knife. Memories of particle beams came to mind, Hydra was very advanced a couple decades ago, he had no idea what he would be facing later that day. <br><br>With his suit mostly in place, save for the mask, he walked to the upper floors. His iconic shield was held in his left arm, the access card in his right as he approached the weapon's locker and caught the sight of two team mates. <strong>"Window shopping?" </strong>He ask dryly before he slid the card and the doors unlocked. Steve held the door open for the two before following up behind him. <br><br>Once inside Steve looked for a suitable weapon, a last resort he could use in an emergency. <strong>"Don't go on and spoil your appetite before dinner kids."</strong> He told the two before walking off to the other side of the room to see what he could fill his belt with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 02:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Mo'fuckin' Deadpool!</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Domino, Captain America?!</strong><hr><br><strong>"Goddamnit!"</strong> He groaned, tensing sharply with the sudden drive of her elbow into his back. He turned his head so he could speak clearly once again, growling lightly as he lightly slammed his fist into the ground to his side. "WATCH IT! I can take a shot and live, but it's not like I can't feel pain!" His eye twitched slightly as he floundered about under her, struggling to get her off. <strong>"If ya wouldn't mind...could you kindly GET THE HELL OFFA...ME?"</strong> He raised an eyebrow, feeling her lift his head slightly, and blinked frantically, his cheeks warming slightly. He hadn't expected the kiss...on the other hand, he completely expected to get a face full of metal flooring soon after, and groaning lightly into the floor again.<br><br><strong>"Uggh...heheheh..."</strong> He rubbed his forehead just a tad, making a high pitched sound as her hand came down on his backside and turning his head toward her a moment as he pushed himself off the ground. <strong>"The promised land, eh?..Just call me St. Deadpool...so, what kinda goodies has S.H.E.I.L.D. and Stark Industries cooked up for us?"</strong> He took a moment to brush himself off, and cracked his neck a bit soon after. <strong>"Well?"</strong> He asked as he wandered over, crossing his arms behind his head and scanning the room aloofly. He narrowed his eyes as he observed Domino and her intense focus on what looked almost like some sort of vault. <strong>"..What in the hell are you doing? That where they keep the boomsticks?!"</strong> He ran over to her and hip-bumped her out of the way, pressing his ear against the vault like some sort of desperate bank robber.<br><br>He nearly jumped when he heard Steve's familiar voice and whirled around, standing up straight and pretending as though he was doing nothing at all. His expression immediately changed at the sight of the all too familiar costume, though. His mouth dropped and his arms fell limp at his sides. <strong>"You're...Captain America?!..Wait."</strong> He face-palmed hard, letting out a light sigh. <strong>"So that's why...'Cap'..right. Captain of the football team, indeed!"</strong> He pointed towards him, grinning. <strong>"Sneaky bastard."</strong> Of course, his fan-boy moment IMMEDIATELY came to a close when the locker was opened and he got a look at glory that was The Avengers' weapon cache. <strong>"H...H-HOLY HEMORRHAGE, BATMAN!"</strong> He rubbed his hands together maniacally, eyes wide and salivating just a bit. <strong>"I...I think I need to take a cold shower, Spot"</strong><br><br>When Domino stepped in, Deadpool stepped aside, letting Steve in with a salute. <strong>"I'll just, uh, stay out here for a second and revel in this moment <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">..and keep myself from getting a massive erection</span>..<span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">soo many guns &lt;3</span>..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 12:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/The-Wasp.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/Wasp<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> <br><hr>"Sweet.&nbsp; Think you can keep up Popsicle butt?"&nbsp; Jan asked Bobby teasingly.<br><br>She was determined to find a nickname he could tolerate and she didn't get that pained look from him when she called him it.&nbsp; Course, once she did find something she would likely fall back to his normal name because then the fun would be done with.&nbsp; Not everything could last forever.<br><br>Janet winked at Tony when he took notice of her.&nbsp; He was far too old for her, but it was possible they might have something in common.&nbsp; Unlikely, but possible.&nbsp; Besides, it seemed like he was checking out the stacked blonde in the back, or maybe one of the stunning redheads.&nbsp; It was alright, Steve owed her lunch and she'd be sure to make him pay up when they finished kicking Doom's metal butt back to Latveria.<br><br>Seeing things were done, and some of the team were already heading upstairs, Jan followed Wanda and the other women to the nearest changing area.&nbsp; The costume Tony had chosen to display in the briefing room wouldn't have been her first choice, but it seemed respectable enough.&nbsp; She'd have to save her more fantastic designs for later.&nbsp; Besides, this one seemed to offer more protection than some of her other costumes, and seemed to be made out of a material she wasn't familiar with.&nbsp; She'd have to ask Tony about it later.<br><br>A few minutes later, Jan exited the changing room and found that most everyone had gone.&nbsp; She could only assume that they were upstairs in the hangar.&nbsp; Having Dr. Strange in her head was a bit unsettling though being able to communicate telepathically with everyone else was going to rock, even if she had to broadcast her thoughts through Strange.<br><br><em>So how's this work?&nbsp; If I say, "for an old man Cap's ass looks great" will everyone hear that?</em>[/color]<br><br>Jan pressed the button and waited for the elevator than took it to the hangar.<br><br><em>Oh yeah.&nbsp; Do I get to fly the Quinjet?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 12:33:19</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> Weapon Locker<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool and Captain America<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><br>The door opened as if by some magical decree.&nbsp; Weaponry spread out before her eyes in a glistening display of raw power.&nbsp; Eyes immediately noticed the difference between these instruments of war and the ones she was used to.&nbsp; The firing mechanism and ammunition feeds were completely different.&nbsp; There did not seem to be any place for either to operate.&nbsp; Lips became wet from the press of her tongue, those black painted tiers folding into a thin line with thought.&nbsp; Eyes widened in shock at what would be placed in her hand.&nbsp; Particle weapons, the kind she had read about and heard rumors about in the small circle back home.&nbsp; Fingers suddenly moved up to grasp the outfit she had been given in the briefing room, scooping the clothing from the floor before marching into the vault.<br><br><strong>“Oh we have hit the motherload!&nbsp; Hell yes!”</strong><br><br>She could hardly keep her feet on the floor.&nbsp; The heavy leather jacket was tossed aside with her muscle shirt soon to follow.&nbsp; A simple sports bra was all she wore across her top now while gun displays were opened at the command of her finger.&nbsp; The black material stretched over the white expanse of her back, allowing an almost unimpeded view of the line of muscles there.&nbsp; Athletic and toned, her body moved from case to case in a businesslike fashion.&nbsp; Weapons were lined up for her purview and selection, fingers greedily moving over the handle of each to test their weight and mechanisms.&nbsp; Without even a thought of the two men in the room she turned about, almost ignoring them while her boots and pants came off next.&nbsp; <br><br>The bottoms were simple panties of matching black against her white flesh.&nbsp; One hand went down to adjust the band of the underwear while she continued to move about the confines of the vault.&nbsp; Her body was soon to be found leaning over the table at the center.&nbsp; The legs of a runner flexed as her weight shifted on them, her breasts pressed together while her elbows dug into the table.&nbsp; Domino’s bottom lifted upward while she examined the pistols before her.&nbsp; A couple of submachine gun type instruments also rested on the counter.&nbsp; Her lower lip was now sucked between her teeth as she stood in consideration.<br><br><strong>“What you think Mouth?&nbsp; You know much about the stopping power of these?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 12:50:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Jean_Grey_Portrait_by_mikemayhew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dr. Strange<br><hr>Jean had sat quietly through the briefing with only a soft friendly smile and polite nod to those who she had managed to make eye contact with.&nbsp; She could feel the tightness forming in her chest and the swimming of butterflies in her stomach.&nbsp; This was more serious than she had first thought.&nbsp; Doom had control of massively destructive satellites and had already captured the Fantastic Four.&nbsp; What chance did a bunch of teenagers, who had never even trained together, have against Dr. Doom?&nbsp; She tucked her red hair behind her ear and studied the three dimensional blueprint.&nbsp; She did her best in an attempt to memorize Doom's giant helicarrier.<br><br>Jean was already doubting herself and unsure how she was going to protect Ironman.&nbsp; Hopefully her telekinesis would be enough and wondered if they could rely solely on Spider-man for offense.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why Ironman had changed the team, but he had been doing this for awhile and Captain America seemed agreeable to the change.&nbsp; <br><br>With the briefing over, Jean made her way to the elevator to change.&nbsp; It was a sudden shock to her when Dr. Strange intruded into her mind with his announcement.&nbsp; Her initial reaction was to telepathically lash back at him, though she managed to restrain herself when she realized who it was.&nbsp; Her confusion only increased when she discovered her mental walls were still in place.<br><br>Jean pressed the button for the Girl's Dormitory before she crossed her arms in front of her and sent a tentative probe to gently inspect for any mental wards the Sorcerer Supreme may have in place before she spoke privately to the man.<br><br><em>"How'd you manage to do that?&nbsp; Is it more magic?&nbsp; I wanted to say that I might be able to keep my team in telepathic contact, but I'm unsure I could manage to keep all of the Avengers in contact.&nbsp; If I connect Spider-man, Ironman and myself, will that interfere with what you're doing?"</em><br><br>As Jean conversed with Dr. Strange telepathically, she made her way to her room and removed her costume.&nbsp; Thankfully it wasn't wrinkled and she felt anxious as she put it on.&nbsp; Yellow and blue weren't really her colors, but at least the giant A on her belt represented the team.&nbsp; After she changed she headed toward the hangar, never once given a thought about gathering a weapon herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 15:21:19</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> Confrence Room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone <br><hr><br><br><br><br>Jack felt his stomach clench as Johnny reached for Greer and cupped her face in his hands to turn her to him. Jack gnashed fanged teeth a soft (hopefully too soft for Johnny to hear) growl rumbled in his throat. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stiffening with anger, rising along his hackles. Eyes already crimson with the power of the wolf Jack could see in the infrared and ultraviolet spectrums. It gave Jack great insight into someone's emotional state as the thermals playing about on Johnny's skin told the tale. There was just some history here, he LIKED this girl! Casually Jack reached behind his head to pull the mask hanging there over his face. He could feel the head and neck form a tight seal on contact, seamless and perfect. Jack didnt want Johnny, his only friend here, to see his face twisting into a snarl of rage and pain. Fucking Johnny, superstar, celebrity hero, he already had EVERYTHING anyone could want! Did he have to have this too! Jack was aware that Johnny didnt know or understand the life he had led. How could he? To Johnny Jack was just another super powered monkey.&nbsp; But that knowledge didnt stop the acid burn of jealousy and resentment smoldering to life within Jack's breast.<br><br>&lt;Youre just like all the rest of them are you pretty boy!&gt;<br><br>Beneath his mask Jack's eyes slit into burning pinpricks of molten anger. <br><br>&lt;I was a fool to think this place, these people would be different! Theyre all vain, spoiled and entitled little bitches Jackie boy. And at the end of the day youre a cursed thing, something to be tolerated, a viscious attack dog to be let out of his kennel and then locked away when the hunt inst on.&gt;<br><br>At least the was Jack's perspective on SHIELD's intentions for him and now he warped those feelings to include his teamates as he sulked beneath his mask, rebuilding the walls the he had allowed to come down. Fuck em all, he wouldnt let that happen again, wouldnt open himself up to be...<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>WEAK</strong></span><br><br>It was the voice of the wolf from Jack's dream.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>THERE IS NO NEED FOR WEAKNESS FOR THOSE BLESSED TO WEAR MY PELT, FOR THOSE WHO ANSWER TO ME AND HEED THE CALL OF MY LOVER THE MOON. POWER WITHOUT GUILT, LOVE WITHOUT DOUBT, IT IS GOOD TO BE WOLF.</strong></span><br><br>Jack shuddered, the monster inside had never spoken to him so clearly, so directly but he wasnt surprised, the Wolf within him had been growing ever stronger in the year since the curse had taken his once normal life and made it over into a Stephen King manuscript. The prospect was terrifying...but also exhilerating. Jack was changing within as well as without and he had no idea what was coming.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 18:52:54</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>: Elevator and then outside the Weapons Cache<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Deadpool, Domino, and Captain America (mentioned)<br><hr><br>The elevator chimed, the doors rolled back, and John stepped out onto the hangar. A black jet was docked on the launch pad and he presumed it was the Quinjet that had been mentioned in the briefing. Glancing to his left, there was another section marked by double doors, and through their windows he saw the red costume of the man from before. The teen started in Deadpool’s direction. He pushed through the double doors and walked down the drab hallway to lean against the wall across from the mercenary. John rested his shoulder blades against the wall while his hands comfortably tucked themselves away within the pockets of his denim jeans. Unenthusiastic eyes stared across the hall from beneath brown hanging brows at the gaping wall where he could see a young woman striding about in the process of getting dressed. Her skin was so pale that he could even see it from outside. She stopped in the center of the room in nothing but her underwear, flaunting pistols and submachine guns. Where the hell…just beyond her, John noticed the red, white, and blue—mostly blue—of Captain America’s uniform. This was it. This tiny room was the weapons safe: the mother lode of Stark technology.<br><br>John leaned off the wall and approached the doorway. He first glanced at Deadpool, wondering why he hadn’t gone inside, and then stepped into the cache, taking in the walls and walls of weaponry. It reminded him of his bedroom except most of these were instruments that he had never even seen before.<br><br>“Great Zeus…” John gasped. His lips that were parted in awe pulled back as a large grin impishly expanded on his face.<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>: Weapons Cache<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Domino<br><hr><br>There, in the doorway, John took on the form of Ares. His clothes ripped as titanic muscle and armor emerged in the place of his muscle shirt, jeans, and teenaged physique. The god’s eyes gleamed from within the shadows of his Spartan helm, the white, brush-like crest trailing down his back between his shoulders. There was much to be studied and explored within the weapon cache, and he might have been able to take a few home, but they wouldn’t know about that.<br><br>Ares marched down the narrow aisle and shoved past Domino. She could lounge there like a prostitute in her panties all day, there was war! The god eyed the case of a gatling-styled gun. All he knew was that it was a big gun, and what better to suit his prowess. He examined the case in silence and noticed a blue, glowing pad. Touching it with his finger, the case released an electronic hiss as the doors slid back and the latches securing the gun released. Ares removed the weapon with a smile and hefted it in his arms like an infant. His eyes slid up and down the black, modified, three-foot M134 representation of death and destruction. Grasping the rotating hex-barrel, he turned the dial and watched it spin. Why, he couldn’t stop grinning as he imagined all the enemies this baby would slaughter. He just had to get two!<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!</span></em></span></div><br>The god was having a blast!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 23:37:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><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, Jack, Johnny Storm<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The feline woman had started to move past the canine like creature, wanting to taunt and tease even though a war was ready to start. She looked back to Johnny as he turned her to face him. Her green eyes stared at his lips as he spoke, her own lips curled at the corner as she replied back in a near husky voice.<br><br><strong>"It's Tigra, hot stuff."</strong><br><br>She winked at him and placed a hand on his cheek before leaning in close to his lips and whispering the last of her reply. Her warm breath could be felt across his skin as she was close enough to kiss. However the warmth of such a touch never came.<br><br><strong>"Everything is purrrfect."</strong><br><br>She sashayed away from him as her hand dropped from his face. The same slender hand pushed back her long dark tresses as she padded across the floor. Tigra slipped by Jack making sure to rub against him as she did and headed straight for the stairs. She'd bound up them toward the upper level where they were supposed to be gathering. A fight was to be had and she wanted to be at the forefront, claws ready for rending, feet ready for pouncing. But, first, food was needed. Her stomach growled with the hunger that gnawed inside. The kitchens would be down further, and hopefully they'd have some milk. The smell of burgers still wafted through the air along with the crispy fries that were salted to perfection. Her mouth watered and her steps increased in pace as she figured just what she wanted. Food. Fighting. Then playtime. She all but purred at those thoughts and shifted directions moving downstairs instead, to the dorm level floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 01:06:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Hangar/Weapons Area<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> No one<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Having gotten dressed and ready to go, Carol made her way back down the hallway of the girls dorm area. She pushed open the stairwell door and started up. If it was more of a straight shot she'd just fly up, but as it was she'd have to maneuver through the stairs and railings and it was more of a hassle than just walking up would be.&nbsp; She heard the door opening up above her and the faint sound of the elevator moving not far away. The others would be getting ready and hopefully gathered sooner than later. She didn't want to dally for too long as the longer they took, the more time it gave Doom and the less time the team had to stop those satellite communications. As she reached the half way point to the briefing room floor she passed by a cat woman. Her eyes watched the feline move past as she seemed on a mission to get somewhere quickly. She exuded sex appeal and made even Carol shift slightly to watch her backside. Her lips pressed together as Tigra turned to wink at the blonde Avenger before heading down into the doorway a flight below. <br><br>Finally, she clued in and started back up the stairs. Ms Marvel picked up the pace and started up at a jog now as she started taking the steps two at a time. Her sash billowed in the breeze as she moved more quickly and finally just lifted up and flew a couple feet off the stairs. Before long she had reached the top floor. Setting down she looked at the door labeled "Hangar" and pushed open the heavy door. The stairwell door to this area was heavier than the others and shut behind her with a resounding clang as it clasped to a firm close. She glanced around to see some of the others around the weapons cache and found herself a wall to hold up as she waited.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 01:27:52</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> Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jean<br><br><br><hr><br>The sound of the Sorcerer Supreme's voice was heard once again as he communicated telepathically with Jean, addressing her questions. The others could still hear the conversation between them as he didn't break any communication to block and make the discussion private.<br><br><em>"How'd you manage to do that?&nbsp; Is it more magic?&nbsp; I wanted to say that I might be able to keep my team in telepathic contact, but I'm unsure I could manage to keep all of the Avengers in contact.&nbsp; If I connect Spider-man, Ironman and myself, will that interfere with what you're doing?"</em><br><br>He listened to her concerns and questions quietly until she was finished. Then he replied in the same deep tone that echo'd through the Avengers minds.<br><br><strong>"It is a spell. You do not need to worry about keeping the entire team in contact. If you wish to make a closer contact with your individual team of Iron Man and Spider-man then by all means go ahead. You will not disrupt my spell. Though I would advise you keep your concentrations focused more on keeping Iron man safe and defending against any would be attackers. It will not be easy up there and you do not want to lose focus on what you are trying to accomplish. The open communications would work just as well, and let the full team know just how things are going on your side. But however you wish to do it is ultimately your choice, Miss Grey."</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 07:32:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Mo'fuckin' Deadpool!</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Domino, Ares</strong><hr><br>As much as he might've thought he was keeping cool, it had to be painfully obvious to those around him that Wade was absolutely seething with impatience and agitation. Had he not been 'stabilized' by SHIELD, now might've probably been the time when he started shooting his friends in the foot for entertainment. Instead, his foot merely tapped the metal beneath him in annoyance as he waited for some room to make itself available in the incredibly cramped weapons locker.<em> C'mon Cap...what the hell...do you even need a gun? I mean, isn't that what the shield's for?! GODDAMNIT!!!!</em> He brought his hand to his face, mumbling almost inaudibly to himself. He could've complained about Domino, but he didn't even bother. He expected her to take a bit longer than anyone else would've, anyway. Anyone besides him, that is. He planned on perusing every single gun himself, just as she had been doing.<br><br>But it made sense, didn't it? As far as he could tell, they were the only ones on the team that had spent and extensive, and probably excessive amount of time around firearms. They were essential to their respective jobs, after all. He knew it couldn't be helped, though. Trying to rush Domino would've been pointless, and he wouldn't dare try to rush Captain America out right. <em>Yea..it bugs me..but I mean...the guy practically ended WWII by himself. I'm from Canada, but even still, that's, like, amazing.</em> And so, he merely parked himself right where he was, leaned his back against the wall behind him, and closed his eyes. <strong>"...what's a guy gotta do around here to have a really entertaining hallucination?"</strong> Unfortunately, that was another thing that happened a lot less often following his 'stabilization.'<br><br>That was when he heard two familiar sounds, high pitched and metallic. It struck him as the sound of shell casings hitting the ground, but there was something off about them. It didn't take him long to figure it out, though. His healing factor had finally done it's job by then and the bullets that Domino had let fly at him finally fell from his guy. The only thing off about the sound was that it had been the sound of bullets falling and not casings. He lifted the top of his uniform a bit, revealing his flat, defined stomach as he checked on the wounds, poking where they had been. It was no surprised to him, but there was no pain; they didn't even leave scars. He lowered his top over his stomach once more and deposited one of the bullets in one of his pouches, only noticing John upon looking back up and rolling the other bullet along his fingers as though it were a coin or something. It hadn't occurred to Deadpool, but John could've very well witnessed the bullets fall.<br><br>Wade merely gave the man a smirk under his mask, but besides that, there was no outward greeting. He could still remember how much of an ass that guy came off as back at the Briefing. Only when he heard Domino ask about the guns she'd found did Deadpool even make a move, and once he did, he didn't move very far. A grin spread over his face at the extensively welcoming sight. <em>Panties? Guns?...maybe I AM finally hallucinating! And it's a damn good one this time...</em><strong>"Couldn't even begin to guess, Spot. I've never used one of this particle doohickeys.."</strong> He moved into the doorway shortly after Ares had pushed passed the pale, scantly clad mercenary, leaning against the frame of the lockers entrance with crossed arms interested eyes. <strong>"But hey..as long as it's a firm and well built gun, penetration shouldn't be an issue.."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 10:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Scarlet_Witch_Colours_by_AnimantX-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Quintar Hangar<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Wanda eyed Ares as he got into the elevator with her, and commented on her stockings. She chuckled at his comment and smiled. "They're more for show, but the rest of my outfit is quite durable, I assure you." She turned to face him as the elevator stopped. "You can rip them off anytime you want, though." She gave him a wink and brushed past him, entering the hangar.<br><br>She looked over and saw that a few people had already arrived. She arrived just in time to see Domino give Wade a good knock on the head, and she laughed a little. She noted the arsenal that fully equipped, but she had no need for weapons, however Domino looked like a kid in a candy store. She crossed her arms across her chest, waiting for the others to arrive.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 22:17:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Weapons Cache and concluding in the Hangar<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Domino, Captain America, and Deadpool (mentioned)…the table…<br><hr><br><br>Ares paced between the two horizontal aisles and each time he walked by, he had a new weapon strapped to his person. The two mini-guns were slung across his back with the hex-barrels pointed at the ceiling. Pistols were holstered at his hips, and two SMGs dangled from slings snug in the crook of his arms. He’d find a place for them. He’d make it work!<br><br>The only obstruction, hassle, and hindrance he found was the damn table in the center of the room. To reach the back of the room, he had to shove past the table once more and with the bulk he was carrying, it wasn’t such an easy task. The god irritably growled as he managed to bend and twist around it as two ropes of brass-colored ammunition belts trailed along the floor behind him. Ares arrived at the back of the room where an assortment of melee weapons was locked away.<br><br>There was one particular weapon that had caught his fancy. The locker doors hissed open, parting around an ax. It wasn’t as big as the one Hephaestus had made him, but a battleaxe was a battleaxe. Grinning darkly, Ares removed the ax from the case and directed its curved edge upward as he dragged his thumb along it. Thin, bloody streams tumbled like hairs about the wedge’s head, earning the war god’s mark of approval.<br><br>He turned to leave, but paused upon noticing a wicked, six-inch knife—another item that could come in handy. The god turned, smashing his thumb against the print sensor. The locker opened and Ares removed the knife, flipping it expertly before his fingers locked about the hilt. He held the blade up before his blue eyes, inspecting its serrated edges. Opening his mouth, his tongue curled about the knife as he dragged it along. Blood spilled from between his teeth, welling over his bottom lip to drizzle freely down his chin. Bringing his teeth together in a crimson grin of satisfaction, he grabbed the knife sheath and turned his head to the side to crudely spit a wad of blood upon the floor.<br><br>Tossing his head back, the war god once again roared with excited laughter as he started for the door.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">THE MORTALS HAVE GIVEN ME AN OFFERING - A BOUNTY OF DEADLY INSTRUMENTS! I SHALL USE THESE WEAPONS OF DEATH TO CAST THEIR ENEMIES INTO THE ETERNAL DARKNESS! TO RACK THEIR BODIES WITH AN AGONY FELT UNLIKE ANY OTHER WAR! FOR I AM AR-</span></span><br><br>Ares instantly fell silent. He had cleared the table, but…he threw his shoulders forward, feeling a resisting tug. The god’s face contorted menacingly, his eyes illuminating with a red fury.<br><br>“Who dare halt the God of War?” he questioned gruffly.<br><br>The war god was stuck three meters from the exit. He turned his head to try to see who the fool was, but couldn’t see past the wide barrel of the mini-gun. Ares smirked. He could only imagine it being the blond-headed Steve or the naked woman known as Domino for the mercenary was outside.<br><br>“You are brave mortals for…” He tried to turn around, but the minguns were making the aisle incredibly snug. Grunting in his difficulty, he tried easing his shoulder against the wall, putting his body at an incline might have allowed him to turn enough to be able to stand sideways, but again, the barrel of the minigun pressed against the side of his face. It had been the perfect trap, getting him in such a narrow corridor. How could he have fallen for such a plot? He had gotten so carried away with collecting weapons that his greed may just be his demise. No, it couldn’t end this way!<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">YOU CANNOT CONTAIN THE WRATH OF ARES!</span></span><br><br>In a fit, the god elbowed and kicked at the walls until he finally decided to undo the slings on the weapons. The miniguns and the SMGs clattered to his feet, and the god wildly turned upon his assailant, his gleaming eyes following the long belt of ammunition to see it caught beneath the leg of…the table. The war god stared in disbelief at the table Domino was seated on and the belt that happened to get stuck beneath it. His nemesis was…a table. It hadn’t been an ingenious plot to ambush him. It was just the damn table!<br><br>Ares’s right eye twitched as the ammunition belts slid haphazardly from his shoulders to chime upon the floor. That had been the last straw. Wielding his new ax, the god lunged at the table with a mighty roar.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">HUARAAAAAAAAAGGH!</span></span><br><br>The incident had him reconsider his weapon choice. He had returned the second minigun and the two SMGs. He was packing light: one minigun, dual pistols, a knife, and his ax. Ares finally stepped out of the weapons cache, dragging the mangled skeleton of what had once been an innocent table. He angrily slammed the piece of furniture against the wall before dropping it, leaving it in the hallway for some sort of custodian to clean up. He was finished. Spartan kicking the doors open, Ares entered the hangar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 05:35:46</strong>
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				<strong>GIRL TROUBLES</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> Confrence Room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone <br><hr><br><br><br>The mask, thank God for the this stupid ass mask, because only its supple fabric was hiding the expression of naked jealously crawling across Jack face like an angry spider. The feeling only got worse as she leaned into Johnny and whispered at him that he animal name (her TRUE name to Jack) was Tigra. Apt given her tawny and tabby blend of color and stripes. She moved with such sensual grace, something none f the monkeys could ever hope to match. And something Jack found impossible not to consume with his eyes. His blood red eyes showing him the various hues of body heat playing over her form. She was in total control of the situation and she knew it, she was a queen, regal, strong and supremely confident.<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">EVERYTHING YOU COULD BE RUSSOFF</span></strong><br><br>The Wolf, prompting, cajoling...seducing. Assaulted from inside and out Jack squirmed uncomfortably.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>LOOK UPON HER WELL, SHE HOW EASILY SHE ACCEPTS WHAT SHE HAS BECOME. AND IN FAR LESS TIME THAN YOU MY CHOSEN ONE. YOU ARE UNIQUE AMONG THOSE WHO CHASE AFTER THE MOON JACOB, ONLY YOU WERE EVER BORN WITH MY BLESSING. SHE COULD TEACH YOU MUCH...IF YOU HAVE THE WILL TO MAKE HER YOURS...OR ARE YOU TOO WEAK TO LAY CLAIM TO WHAT YOU DESIRE.</strong></span><br><br>Jack could feel the ancient thing within him wrinkle its snout in the parody of a smile, exposing bone crushing teeth.<br><br>&lt;Dont mock me demon!&gt;<br><br>But there was no fire in the retort, the animus had struck true and its words burrowed deeply into Jack soul and took root there. Jack's heightened ears perked up to the low rumble or Tigra speaking to Johnny in a purring whisper. Soft words meant just for Johnny but illicitly shared with Jack, the outsider, the loner, the monster. Jack dug his claws into his own biceps as his nails hardened into weapons. A snarl worked at his mouth twisting his lips open beneath the obscurity of his mask when Tigra broke away from Johnny to pass him by...close by. But as she did so she surprised him by pushing her hair back to expose both ear an neck, a sign of intrest, a promise of things to come if one knew the dance, understood the ritual. Jack heart all but stopped as Tigra brushed agaisnt him with wanton purpose. Lightning arced up his spine and his skin was suddenly afire with sensation beneath his uniform.Jack felt his body respond, vigorously and was immediately grateful for the firm restraint of the "smart" molecules in his garment. Jack turned a brilliant but unseen shade of red and caught his breath unable to breath until Tirgra ascended to the hanger awaiting them above. Jack turned to Johnny, eyes wide beneath the opaque two way lenses shielding them from view. But his shocked mouth quickly curled into a smile. Whatever their past Tigra had let Jack know that he had as much a shot as Johnny did. <br><br>&lt;May the best man win...bub!&gt;<br><br>He wasnt sure why, but the runt's phrase seemed to fit the situation and Jack bounded up the stairs after Tigra to so he could be the one to watched her taut ass wiggling its way toward the roof. <br><br>&lt;First blood to me Johnny boy!&gt;<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 08:55:17</strong>
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				<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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Tigra and Werewolf... also Ares and Carol<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny was a bit surprised to see Jack had shifted to a different form... he could practically swim in the tension in the air coming from him.&nbsp; <em>What the Hell?&nbsp; Jack, you don't even know her.&nbsp; She was -my- girlfriend and you're getting bent out of shape over this?</em>&nbsp; He raised a brow and again shook his head, but was snapped out of that thought as Tigra leaned in to whisper her name to him.&nbsp; For a moment it did seem like she would kiss him.&nbsp; He swallowed a bit and was sorely tempted to lean in and do just that... kiss her right in front of Jack to show him who was dominan- he stopped.&nbsp; Where the Hell had that line of thought come from?&nbsp; He wasn't a damn beast, but Jack made him feel that way with how he acted and the energy in the air.&nbsp; He smiled at Tigra, watching as she walked from him... his eyes fixed on that tail and the way it swished back and forth as she swayed her hips.&nbsp; Damn.<br><br><strong>"Yeah... sure thing, Tigra.&nbsp; Glad to hear it."</strong><br><br>He couldn't help but feel a flush of jealousy as Tigra brushed past Jack... and it didn't help that the look Jack gave him following that action was essentially a challenge.&nbsp; So friendship didn't matter... fine.&nbsp; All bets were off and the fact that Jack wanted her too only made Johnny want her even more.&nbsp; To quote Mike Meyers... <em>She will be mine.&nbsp; Oh yes.&nbsp; She will be mine.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He trotted up the stairs after the two of them... making his way up via the elevator to the hangar, where nearby a few of his teammates were gathering weapons.&nbsp; He heard the bellowing of Ares and shook his head with a sigh.&nbsp; What Carol saw in that overviolent lummox he would never understand.&nbsp; Like many of his teammates, he did not require weapons... he was after all a living weapon.&nbsp; A human torch.&nbsp; He saw Ms Marvel standing nearby and motioned far off to Ares, who had just defeated a... table apparently.<br><br><strong>"Seriously... what do you see in him?&nbsp; Just curious."</strong><br><br>His thoughts drifted from Tigra as he stood waiting for everyone to gather... turning instead to his family.... Sue, Reed and Ben.&nbsp; Captured by Doom.&nbsp; Time was of the essence and he wanted to rescue them before Doom decided the time for gloating was over.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 01:50:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Avenger.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the&nbsp; Weapon's Cache en route to the landing <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Domino, Deadpool and Ares<hr><br>Steve looked at the weapons with slight confusion as he picked them up and was able to handle them with no lack of ability. The gun felt foreign, he didn't like it but his belt had a holster and he filled it. A combat knife came next, one never knew when a knife could come in handy. He would rather subdue then hurt anyone but after the run in with the goons the previous day he could use something to stun someone. A few more items went into the empty ammo pockets (Since a beam gun didn't need clips) he managed to get a hook and some sort of tether and some grenades, flash and emp to be exact. He was finishing up when he turned and caught a glimpse of bare flesh and a scantily clad Domino before a flurry of action had him quick drawing his gun when Ares smashed the table. <br><br><strong>"What the hell John!"</strong> He blurted out before the meat head stormed off, Steve was clearly annoyed with the god of war but watched as he left. The urge to fling his shield against his head was strong. <strong>"You alright?"</strong> He asked Domino before he cleaned up some of the mess and exited, passing Deadpool on the way. <strong>"Have at it, lock it on your way out." </strong>Steve told the red masked avenger as he passed him and went in the opposite way of Ares the hormonal teenager with a rage problem. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 14:42:30</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> Staging Area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool, Captain America, Ares, Scarlet Queen and those assembled<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The table clattered to the ground and Domino merely answered with a bemused look.&nbsp; There was an edge to the air when Ares entered the area, one that had her stepping out of the armory so that he might stake his claim.&nbsp; Such a claim had apparently been to the table which now rocked back and forth on what little could maintain the structure.&nbsp; Eyebrows lifted before she glanced toward Deadpool and Captain America.&nbsp; There was a slight shrug of her shoulders and a twist of her lips to indicate she had no explanation to offer.&nbsp; Slowly she moved back toward the armory to pick up her own bodysuit.&nbsp; Bits of gun metal lay across the floor where her weapons had been assembled on the table.&nbsp; There was a sigh as she rummaged to see which would still be useable and find replacements for the others.<br><br><strong>“Glad he isn’t going CQB with the rest of us.”</strong><br><br>Black polymer soon covered her flesh.&nbsp; Like leather the material glistened dully in the light of the room.&nbsp; Similar to skin the material sealed her body tightly so that there was little left to the imagination.&nbsp; Though the weave was light, she could sense and feel the tiny structure built into the outfit.&nbsp; Dragon armor had been the version released to the public, but closer inspection showed the overlapping of the substance used.&nbsp; Each meant to reinforce and cover another so that a layering of the armor made for greater protection with less required.&nbsp; The body suit went on first so that soon her white skin was replaced with the endless depth of the fabric.&nbsp; Small designs were worked onto the surface, displaying differing shades to break up her outline.&nbsp; <br><br>Across her top was pulled a heavier vest, though heavier is not the term many troops would use to describe the lightweight armor.&nbsp; Stiffened plates of the same material encased the firm plates of a another to provide more protection to her vital organs and areas while keeping her movements largely unrestricted.&nbsp; Unlike many of the members here, Domino was very much vulnerable to projectiles.&nbsp; Remaining combat effective and not dying were high on her priority list for this mission.&nbsp; Both hands slammed against the vest to make sure it was secure before she layered her straps onto the material.&nbsp; The outline of her chest could be seen so thin was the material and when her belts were layered so that a holster rested at either side of her breasts, the image was certainly that of a woman.&nbsp; Two small weapons pistols were set into the holsters, along with flash-bang and EMP grenades.&nbsp; Apparently the team would conduct its first mission in PG.<br><br>Another belt was laid around her waist with an extension down her right thigh.&nbsp; A holster for a larger pistol was made available to her and then filled with an accommodating weapon.&nbsp; Along her backside a kukri was housed, resting flat against her spin with the hilt slightly extended for a fast draw.&nbsp; People often mistook the katana as the only weapon to strike from the draw by design.&nbsp; The smaller kukri was certainly up for the task and any weapon known as the limb-catcher was good in her book.&nbsp; Without the need for ammunition magazines, her weight was further reduced and more space was given to movement and speed.&nbsp; A carbine was selected with its shorter barrel.&nbsp; Along the butt and barrel she affixed her sling so that the weapon settled across her chest securely with the barrel pointed downward.&nbsp; The strap was quick release, however; so that she could switch to the single point when the time was ready.&nbsp; The last component was a pack of cigarettes, one of which she pulled out while making her way toward the ready station, and a lighter that was then used to ignite the end of the white stick.&nbsp; There was a stream of smoke from her lips, slowly curling their way up her face and into the Heavens above.<br><br><strong>“So, whose taking me to prom?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 19:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><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> Jack, Johnny Storm, Jarvis<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Tigra could sense the pheromones from each male, whether they were natural and just hormonal or otherwise.&nbsp; She had the sensory facilities to pin point a horny male a good 500 feet away. She smirked to herself especially as Jack high tailed (heh high tailed) it after her.&nbsp; Her own animated appendage swished back and forth as she had started up the stairs and soon made a u-turn and hopped down over the stairs onto the platform she had just came up on. Narrowly missing Johnny she smirked some at the idea of pouncing either of them and continued on down toward the Dorm level. She had hoped that Jarvis had other foods ready and waiting as she rushed into the kitchen. Tigra all but ran in, her long red hair billowing behind her as she realized the importance of swift action while wanting to fill her stomach at the same time. Pouring a large glass of milk, she turned to the Avengers Butler and Cook accepting a full plate of two burgers, sans fries. <br><br><strong>"Thanks doll."</strong><br><br>She felt an odd urge to flirt with even the older man but refrained from doing so. He seemed a bit stiff and wouldn't respond as she liked, therefore wasting an effort put forth. Though seeing his reaction could be a bit humorous. She grinned facetiously and turned back to the white haired male.<br><br><strong>"Jarvis... you ever give a pussy cat a rub down?"</strong><br><br>Her eyes glinted mischievously as she watched his expression. The suited man nearly paled at her words but his expression remained stoic and he shook his head in reply.<br><br><strong>"No Miss Grant. I cannot say that I have."</strong> <br><br>She almost pouted as he didn't fall into her little playtime trap. Shrugging a bit she bounced off with her food and milk and headed to the elevator. As she waited for it to arrive she started drinking her milk. The trick now would be to hold the milk and the plate of food while trying to eat. Oddly enough the orange and black striped cat-woman would have to eat like her extended species, off the plate without hands if she wanted to eat anything before arriving on the top level.<br><br>The elevator dinged its arrival and she stepped inside the empty compartment. She lifted one foot up to press the top button with her toe and carefully balanced herself while doing so. It wasn't a great feat to accomplish but it did take some finesse. Now that the doors had closed and it was rising upward, Tigra looked back to the plate and leaned her head forward to nibble at the burger from over it. <br><br><em>"This isn't working..."</em><br><br>She didn't realize she speaking in her mind as the words traveled out to all the Avengers telepathically. Continuing on, she sat her glass down on the floor and finally just picked up the burger and started nomming away. The bits of cheese melted and the grease mixed with ketchup and mayo dribbled down onto her chin as she hungrily attacked the meaty meal. One burger was finished as the elevator dinged at the top floor and she reached down for her milk. Taking a long drink from it she stepped out, a thin white milk mustache had formed along her upper lip and she looked around casually before setting the now empty glass on a random table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 19:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Hangar/Weapons Area<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Johnny, mentioning Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"> <strong>"Seriously... what do you see in him?&nbsp; Just curious."</strong><br><br>Carol heard the disruption in the weapons vault and knew it was Ares from the loud exclamations. She almost laughed but contained herself. It was a bit amusing at how easily angered he got over small things. When Johnny approached her and asked her what she saw in him she sort of shrugged a little and smiled. She was smitten with John, but Ares took some getting used to.<br><br><strong>"He's cute. He's a fighter and he sure can kiss...whats not to love?"</strong><br><br>She looked back to the former Fantastic Four member and gave him a warm smile. Her blue eyes shimmered with amusement and she looked back to see Ares storming out of the small room with a tabled apparently attached to him. A slender brow rose as she looked to Johnny and then toward the God of War. She contained her laughter at the scene and then calmed herself as he was obviously furious. Infuriating him more with laughter would not be a good thing at that point.<br><br><strong>"Guess he's all done in there... good luck with your team up there... I hope we get to your family sooner than later, we could certainly use their help against Doom."</strong><br><br>Carol touched his arm lightly and gave him a gentle hug. She wanted him to feel like he wasn't alone in this and that they were going to do all they could to save his former team members and family. With a kiss pressed to his cheek she smiled and then started to step away toward the Hangar herself.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 21:33:54</strong>
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				<strong>GIRL TROUBLES</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> Rooftop hanger<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone present<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack followed Tigra up the stair, thoroughly enjoying both the view and the fact that he'd denied it to Johnny, who surprisingly didnt rush after the cat woman as well. Jack could tell that Johnny was willing to compete for her, so what the hell was his game staying behind like that? Didnt seem Johnny's usual style with the ladies. Perhaps he had an honest to God emotional attachment to this one that went beyond getting his celebrity dick sucked. Jack desperately wanted to know just what they has previously had between them. The more he knew the better his chances to win the woman over to him. But even without that knowledge Jack was secure in the fact that he and the she beast were literally of a different breed than the rest here. She could no longer be counted as one of the monkey's, Tigra belonged to the Wild now, it was just a question of how deeply her connection to her primal nature ran. Oh there was so much he could teach her, oh yes! So much he could show her...free her from herself and in return she could perhaps help him be at ease with his own nature. She seemed to possess all that was best of both worlds. She was completely at peace with herself.<br><br>Tigra left the stair well heading for the kitchen and Jack heard the low gurgle in her belly as digestive juices stared flooding her stomach in preparation of the coming meal. Jack stopped at the door a second before deciding to continue upward on to the hanger. No sense following her like a stupid puppy he thought. Let her know that he's not that damn easy because this one liked to play games. It was in her eyes and smile, a message woven into her flirtations. The rewards offered were real but rules were for the moment all of her making and Jack wasnt about to become the submissive. He was a fucking Alpha! So he continued up using the stair, preferring exertion, the play of muscular activity suited him more than riding in a box as he loped towards the roof. <br><br>Several where already up here arming themselves for the coming conflict. The twitchy weirdo in red and the chick with the spade printed over her eye were getting loaded for bear. The Captain, unsurprisingly, selected arm consitent with a WWII field officer. Jack wondered if he was even away of it, that he was passing on some of the best gear in the modern era for relatively simple stuff. Security in the familiar Jack thought of the displaced man. In his own way he was as much a stranger to this world as Jack. He found that he liked that, besides, Steve had shown himself to be nothing but a good guy all around. <br><br>&lt;1940's values at work.&gt; Jack smirked beneath his mask. If this guy was in fact the real Cap or even a clone implanted with his memories this time must be one hell of a culture shock. <br><br>Ares was...what else shouting and threatening to kill everything...including tables. <br><br>&lt;Give it a fucking rest!&gt;<br><br>While Jack had perhaps more than anyone there a healthy dose of fear and respect when it came to Ares (no one else but Strange seemed to understand just what the fuck he was, stupid monkeys! Treating a god of war like a superhero). Jack blamed Hercules for this. Unlike Thor who possessed a regal aloofness Hercules liked to drink and wench like he was just a over muscled frat boy. The others just didnt have the proper sense of awe when it came to the divine. But even so Jack's teenaged mind was getting bored with the entire shtick. Yeah yeah oceans of blood and mountains of corpses, sell it to your enemies not your allies. Jack moved over to where Steve was standing as he considered the new dynamic Tigra had thrown into his and Johnny's relationship. He sighed, they'd have to sort this out and soon in order to stay friends. Jack would talk to him first chance he got.<br><br>It was at that moment that Tigra emerged from the elevator, her face smeared with grease and the rich smell of meat. As she polished off a glass of milk Jack forgot all about Johnny Storm. Fuck he wanted to lick her face!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 22:16:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Captain America, Domino, Ares</strong><hr><br>It had appeared that Deadpool was waiting from sort of response from Domino as he stood, leaned against the metal frame of the weapons locker entrance, though, of course, that was far from the truth. His lips were pressed closed, but his thoughts continued racing. He kept himself scarcely entertained, scanning what he could of the fully stocked walls of the armory, and thinking of as many circumstantially relevant sexual innuendos as he could; buttstroking, cocking, jamming, recievers, the whole shebang. <em>lolBang,</em> Sadly, the fleeting entertainment value only lasted him a short amount of time. <em>Once you run out of ideas, it kinda stops being funny and starts becoming a choir.</em> Fortunately for him, Ares was around, and by the looks of things, he was packing some free entertainment for everyone.<br><br>When the 'God of War' entered, Deadpool made way shortly after for those who cleared the weapons cache. For good reason, too. <em>That guy's fuckin' huge!...Wait...I can say fuck? Huh. Must be a MAX story.</em> He held an arm out as Domino vacated, as if to show the way, and gave Steve a salute as exited the locker, as well. He nodded at The Captain's reminder to lock the armory door when they were done and answered with a quick <strong>"Yessir!"</strong>, smirking under his mask. For a moment, he was tempted to lock the door between the brick wall of a man, mostly because he thought it'd be damn funny to lock the guy in there, but also because part of the degenerate thought from the bottom of his heart that it just might better for this little team of theirs too. Two things stopped him, however. First of all, Domino was right. The infiltration teams, who, as she correctly put, would be engaging in CQB, wouldn't have to deal with him. Secondly, there was no goddamn way Wade was locking that man in there was so many beautiful guns. Hell, he already destroyed a few, along with a table...though in all honesty, that was pretty damn entertaining.<br><br>Ares didn't seem to stick around long, though, and when Domino entered the armory, Deadpool did the same. He slowly stepped through the metal door way, his arms falling limply to his sides as he looked around. "It's....even more beautiful on the inside..." He felt his eyes tear up a bit, and he sniffled quietly.<br><br><div align="center"><em>♪Come with me...and you'll be..in a woorld of violent instigation..♪</em></div><br>He gracefully, if you could call it that, pranced around the armory, humming Pure Imagination to himself while simultaneously singing his own violent rendition in his head. He truly was like a kid in a candy store, unable to keep his hands off any of the weapons, dragging his gloved fingers over entire rows of gun locks and taking a long, deep breath as every weapon locker slid open simultaneously. In the end, he ended up equipping himself with about four weapons and a few flashbangs, EMPs and smoke grenades of his own. He took two pistols with him, one that he kept properly held in the holster to the right side of his waist, and another that he kept to his left, the barrel held by the waist line of his pants, the handle protruding out the top. In addition to that, he strapped what looked to be a type of sub-machine gun to his back. Of course, having not worked with energy weapons, he wasn't totally sure. The final weapon he took was an assault rifle, by the looks of it. It looked like some sort of HEAVILY modified M4 Carbine.<br><br>When he finally stepped forward from the weapons locker, he turned and locked it tightly, and held the M4 lookalike high above his head, turning towards the remaining Avengers once more.<br><br><strong>"This is my rifle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am..still pretty badass, actually. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying desperately to kill me, and failing, by the way. I must shoot him before he shoots me..because bullets hurt...yadda yadda, something about peace and all that."</strong><br><br>He lowered his rifle with a smile, holding it securely in front of him as he passed by Domino.<strong>"Nice 'prom dress,' but we've go separate dates, if you catch my drift. Maybe I'll see you at the after party.....Ohhh Looogaaan, Scaarleeeet, time to draw up the battle plans!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 17:48:24</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> Quinjet Hangar <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All assembled Avengers<br><hr><br>As Bobby was leaving the briefing room to get suited and booted he paused very briefly when Jan spoke to him, but her teasing just does not require a retort. He started to simply ignore her newest nickname for him as popsicle really is not that bad and even brought to mind some rather interesting things she might do to a popsicle but the addition of the last word ruined that whole thought process&nbsp; and he just rolled his eyes without looking back at her as he left to change. <br><br>After changing into his standard black SHEILD tactical uniform minus the white lettering, vest, and weapons holsters Bobby steps into an empty elevator and presses the button for the top floor. During that solitary ride up the magnitude of the situation finally settles into his brain. Sure he has been training with SHIELD for years, but not only is this his first mission but it is against one of the most infamous criminals known and the fate of the entire world is resting on the shoulders of a bunch of teenagers. To make matters worse most of those teenagers have only just met today. How could they possibly work together as a team?<br><br>The door to the elevator opens just in time for Bobby to hear Domino ask her question about who is taking her to prom. Before leaving the elevator he looks around and lets out a small sigh realizing that he is not the last to arrive. He finally steps clear of the lift as Deadpool is complementing Domino on her prom dress. He smiles and steps up next to her as he looks over her outfit from head to toe. There is no doubt that she is attractive and the way her armor hugs her form is very appealing in a dangerous sort of way. Returning his gaze to her face and eyes he bows to her.<br><br>”I have to agree you do look quite appealing in your prom dress. I consider it an honor and a privilege to be your date for this prom.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 18:01:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Taking his sweet time en route the rooftop hanger <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; The Avengers<hr><br>The very first thing he did when he stepped out of the stairs was rearrange his crotch with an annoyed grunt. The uniform he had found in his room was really doing its best to give him a wedgie. In truth it was a decent fit but he felt more comfortable in a pair of jeans and his jacket but he did not hate the uniform. A shoulder strapped pocket over one of his pecs was the perfect place for a few cigars and a lighter.<br><br>Logan approached the rest of the avengers, the mask already on and the tobacco monkey on his back biting. Pulling out one of the aged Cubans he brought it to his lips and brought it to life with the lighter, a memento and key to his past. <strong>"Don't we all look snazzy in our little outfits."</strong> He said with a puff of smoke before the cigar rolled to the corner of his mouth, his white canine teeth flashed over the curled lip at the corner of his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 19:43:14</strong>
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				<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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol, Bobby, Logan, Ares (mentioned)<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny didn't notice Tigra had reached the top floor yet, as he was on the other side of the hangar at the moment.&nbsp; As Carol spoke to him, he just shook his head.&nbsp; If he was the genuine Greek god of war, Ares was a 6 thousand year old man prone to childish temper tantrums.&nbsp; Johnny had a hot temper at times, but nothing like Ares.&nbsp; As he spoke to Ms Marvel, he manifested a small ball of fire in his hand and started to toss it up and catch it as it came down, as one might a baseball.<br><br><strong>"What's not to love?&nbsp; What about the tantrums?&nbsp; If Sue, Reed and Ben get hurt as a result of that guy's ego and temper on this mission, I'll show him the meaning of 'turn up the heat'.&nbsp; I'm serious... the guy is a liability.&nbsp; One of these days he or Gamoran is going to attack a teammate and Dr Strange won't be around to stop them.&nbsp; What then?"</strong><br><br>He looked up and noticed that Wolverine had made it to the party, as well as the guy that had been walking with Greer before.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what his name was, but now seemed like a good time to find out.&nbsp; He offered a friendly wave as he spoke to everyone in a voice loud enough that everyone could hear once all or at least most were gathered.<br><br><strong>"We should go over who we are and what we can do... I'm Johnny Storm, but on missions I go by the Human Torch, or just Torch.&nbsp; I can control and create fire and heat... oh and yeah, I can fly."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 20:37:42</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 / John Aaron<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hangar<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Assembled Avengers in Hangar<br><hr><br><br>Ares had been inspecting the Quinjet when the Candle Man made an announcement. The god turned his head to regard the mortal nonchalantly as he mentioned his name, his battle name, and his abilities. Make fire and fly? Ha! So could Helios. Ares stepped out from under the Quinjet wing and marched to the edge of the docking circle. He removed his helm, tucking it beneath his arm and directed his new ax at the mortals gathered. A large grin blossomed on his face, his teeth like rows of tombstones as he gazed upon the crew.<br><br>“Your mothers, fathers, and mentors have spoken to you of the Greek gods. Your <em>CHRISTIAN</em> beliefs may have erased the worship of me and my kin, but if there’s one thing that can be proven, it is that we exist,” Ares began.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">BEHOLD! YOU STAND IN THE MIGHTY PRESENCE OF THE GOD OF WAR—GOD OF DESTRUCTION, BLOODSHED, FEAR, CONFUSION, PAIN, AND CHAOS BROUGHT BY THE ERR OF MAN! I AM ARES, SON OF THE FATHER OF THE GODS ZEUS AND HERA!</span></span><br><br>He spread his arms as he continued his presentation, his voice booming throughout the hangar.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">MY ABILITIES ARE TO KILL AND DESTROY USING ANY WEAPON KNOWN TO MAN! TO WATER THE EARTH WITH BLOOD, SEED IT WITH BODIES, AND DRINK ITS SPOILS! LO THE MORTAL THAT GETS IN MY WAY FOR ONCE THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN THE GOD OF WAR’S THIRST IS NOT QUENCHED UNTIL ITS PEACEFUL END!</span></span> <br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">I WILL CLENCH</span></span>…he lowered his ax and raised his helm, which would have been him clenching at the air. …<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">THAT SHIP WITHIN MY FIST AND WATCH AS ITS PIECES CRUMBLE UPON THE HEADS OF MILLIONS! DRAW OUT MY LOINS AND PISS UPON ITS BURNING-</span></span><br><br>The god immediately fell silent as he felt an ominous presence. It had caused every hair on his being to stand on end. Even when not outside, he could feel the looming aura of his father creeping in on him.<br><br>“Uh…no. I, uh...offer my assistance,” Ares regrettably spoke. He lowered his helm and scowled softly at the floor. “My mortal form is John Aaron. That is all.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 21:04:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop hanger <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares<hr><br><em>SHNKKKKK</em><br><strong>"You point that Axe in my direction again meat head and I will make sure you pull away with a stump." </strong> Logan commented with an annoyed scowl, he didn't care to piss off anyone, that was clear the day before with the wolf man. Puffing on his cigar he let the claws retreat back into his arms before moving out of his aggressive stance. <strong>"Besides, Mars is better." </strong> He said with a grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 21:16:31</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 / John Aaron<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hangar<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Wolverine<br><hr><br><br>The air hissed and behind Wolverine, he’d hear the resonating ring of metal, meeting metal. Out of the corner of his eye was the black arm of the ax, following a rushing gust that the runt would feel waft against his person. He’d soon notice that the Cuban that had fit comfortably in the corner of his mouth was cut short.<br><br>The golden collar about Ares’s neck was gleaming, meaning the toss had actually meant to be a lethal one. The God of War sneered condescendingly at Logan. “Dwarf, I’d break every bone in your body and rip your head from your shoulders with my teeth!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>22-02-2012, 21:29:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop hanger <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares<hr><br>Logan spit the remaining end of the cigar at the god of war and fisted his hands before his blades jutted out with the sound he personally loved. <em>SHNNKKK SHHHKKK! </em><br><br><strong>"I'd love to see you try, bub." </strong><br>The short tempered Canadian did not back down from the one who called himself John. Wolverine made a taunting gesture at Ares, more than eager to sink his claws into his chest and tear him asunder. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 01:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Ares, Wolverine, Iceman, Domino</strong><hr><br>When Bobby arrived on the scene and replied, Deadpool recognized him as the same guy that'd scared the fuck out of him with the ice, but even still, he couldn't help but smirk. <em>The kid doesn't miss a beat, I see.</em> Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he leaned forward, just about face to face with this Bobby, and eyed him suspiciously, like some sort of over protective dad or something. <strong>"So, this is your date, huh? Well, listen here, buddy. You two have a good time, but I expect you two back before midnight. And no touchyfeely stuff, Snowglobe. I'll saw your fingers off with a steak knife, 'kay? Heh heh."</strong> His lips curled into a smile beneath his mask before be turned to walk away, giving them both a thumbs up and looking back at them over his shoulder as he went to go gather with the others. <strong>"You have fun, you crazy kids!"</strong><br><br>Deadpool casually strolled into the group that had gathered deeper within the hanger, crossing his arms behind his head as he curiously looked on. He had arrived a bit too late to mention his name and abilities, but he was just in time to watch the dispute between Wolverine and Ares begin, starting with the God of War's boisterous introduction. It was quite the sight, as most of Ares' speeches seemed to be, but it was quite obvious that he got ahead of himself, even vocally. The way he'd sort of recoiled, however, confused Wade a bit. <em>Probably the same thing that fried his ass earlier</em>, Wade though, once again unaware of just how right he was. And that was when the conflict had begun, with Wolverine threatening the 'God.'<br><br>He merely watched with an entertained smile, leaning to the side slightly. When the axe went flying, however, narrowly avoiding the merc's head, his smile vanished, and he continued to watch the the ever escalating conflict. <strong>"Intervene?"</strong> He whispered to himself. <em>Yeeeeeah...intervene.</em><br><br>He took a few steps between the two men and held his arms up between them, looking from Wolverine, than to Ares, and the to the ceiling above. <strong>"Now hold the hell up, you two! Before this goes down, I'm gonna need some time to set up a few things. Gotta sell some tickets for this event, contact Marvel about making a comic for this, get a hold of Lucasfilm to turn it into a feature length movie.."</strong> He chuckled a bit, clearing his throat soon after. <strong>"But seriously, ladies. I understand that you both wanna show your stuff, but you're both very pretty. So let's just end this little cat fight, mkay? Mkay."</strong> He wandered over to Wolverine and did his best to put just a little bit of distance between him and one of the extras from 300, reaching into his pec-pocket to replace the cigar he had before with a fresh new one <strong>"Geez, Logan. Haven't changed much, have ya?"</strong> He commented, lighting the new cigar up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 16:02:53</strong>
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				<strong>There is no I in Team</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> Rooftop hanger<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone present<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack noticed with not small amount of annoyance the the morons at SHIELD had made his and Logan's costumes remarkably similar in many ways. But the thing that really annoyed him was that both cowls had flared "ears". Ridiculous, useless and impractical. He supposed they were to add a silhouette giving the impression of a feral beat, but in Jack's case his mask would melt away to expose his head when he shifted forms. <br><br>&lt;Who's Hill got designing this bullshit? Preschoolers. Oooo little Timmy what do you think the scary wolf man should look like. Very nice Timmy now he will look like a bat eared turd! You get a gold star!!!&gt;<br><br>Yeah it wasnt Logan's idea to be dressed so similarly but Jack disliked him more all the same. Oh and look now the runt was gonna start some shit with the blow hard. Wasnt he a fucking genius! Ares could bring down this entire building with one blow and the runt didnt even have the sense to take it outside. Was Jack calling the kettle black? Maybe but he also understood a few things about the pecking order. Ironically it was that dude in red, what was his name again, the fucking nut job who talked like they were all living in a comic who became the voice of reason. And in spite of a heroic absurdity of the moment did Jack in and he began a choking laugh when the red guy told them they were both pretty! Jack doubled over sputtering, ripping away his mask so as to not cover it in spittle as he gawhaffed! It was a huge laugh, a full on belly laugh and frankly the first and best laugh he'd know since his life become a nightmare existence.<br><br>Finally catching his breath wiping away tears as he did so Jack spoke.<br><br>"Were gonna save the day? This band of misfits. SHIELD sure knows how to pick em. Maybe Von Doom will just sit back and let us destroy New York for him. Im thinking we'll probably do better job at this point."<br><br>Jack's face had rolled over from mirth to disgust as he spoke, becoming more heated and passionate, those two werent the only one's with a temper. <br><br>"Yeah there's more than one of us on this team who arent he cause we wanted to be." He directed his gaze solidly at the god of war, "But you know what, we cant do dick about it so lets cut the bullshit and just do the fucking job we have to do for as long as we have to do it!"<br><br>Jack crossed his arms over his chest in an angry sulk, "Oh yeah, Im Jack, Im a werewolf. No the real thing, not a feral mutant or any of that shit. Im a real life monster of myth and legend and if Im not locked up for three nights every month I'll run amok and eat your face if given the chance. Next."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 18:17:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Scarlet_Witch_Colours_by_AnimantX-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Quintar Hangar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Ares, Wolverin, Deadpool<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Wanda stood in the hangar, waiting for her orders. She had her arms crossed over her very ample bosom and a bored look on her face. She looked over at the weapons locker, noting that there seemed to be a few too many bodies in there. Sure enough, Ares was trying to squeeze himself out of there, and Wanda took a moment to admire his broad shoulders and god-given body. <em>So nice to look at..</em>, she thought with a smirk.<br><br>Then, a loud, booming voice was heard and, yup sure enough, it was coming from Ares. He was going on about something or other, and seemed to have pissed off Logan in the process. Now they were going at it and really, it was quite amusing. She rolled her eyes, men were always fighting about who had the bigger penis, or so it seemed. She sighed, wondering what Cap was thinking putting this many alpha males in one room. <br><br>She took a few steps toward them, ready to use her force-field hex if necessary, but Wade stepped in between the two men instead. She cocked an eyebrow, smirking at Wade's words as he spoke to them like children.<br><br>Going up to the group she tapped her boot on the floor and looked between them. "He's right," she said as she motioned to Deadpool, "We have a job to do, and you don't need to be fighting with each other. Take it out on Dr. Doom, okay?" Wanda's eyes flicked from Logan to Ares, giving them each a look that said 'back the hell off'. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 00:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop hanger <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares, Deadpool and Scarlet Witch<hr><br>Logan was practically growling when the red masked clown got in between them, lucky for him no one was swinging...yet. His claws were not returning to his forearm. His attention was turned to Deadpool after making a dismissing wave at the supposed god of war. <strong>"How the hell do you know me."</strong> He asked as he took the cigar as a peace offering and puffed it to life. <strong>"This thing blows up in my face, I will skewer you." </strong>Logan growled the closest thing to an "thank you" Wade would be getting. <br><br>His attention was turned to Wanda when she felt it necessary to add her two cents. A grin formed in the corner of his lip were the new cigar was held before he grabbed at it with one hand after retracting the claws.<strong> "What's your name doll, I'd rather take it out on you." </strong> He flirted with Wanda but did not move towards her, his attention was still on Deadpool and what he knew about him even if he was not the most stable nor trust worthy of people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 02:06:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><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>Jack<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>As she glanced Jack's way, Tigra licked around her upper lip with the flick of her pink tongue. The milk and food particles were soon wiped clean from that area. Moving past the beastly male she handed him the plate with the other burger and nearly purred at him as she had gotten her fill. The burger was a good sized stack of meat. She'd have added bacon on top if it had been there but alas it was merely a thick 1/3 pound cheeseburger. No lettuce, no tomato, no onion. Just piping hot ground angus steak, cheese, and a couple condiments laid between two fluffy large sesame seed buns. <br><br><strong>"Have at it big boy... I've had a good fill of meat already, maybe I'll have some more later."</strong><br><br>Pushing back her long red wavy hair she slipped past him&nbsp; with a wink and made her way toward the hangar. Her hips swayed with her movements in that same graceful cat like walk she always had. Her fingers slid back to tug at the black fabric of her bikini bottoms, shifting to make sure it covered the rounded backside that threatened to expose itself. It appeared that most of her skin was covered in a very fine silken like fur, at least from what was currently exposed it was that way. The length of her tail swished back and forth in time with her steps. She looked towadr the roaring of Ares as he exclaimed just who he was and he felt he was capable of. Toward the end of his big speech she noted a rise in something around the arrogant supposed god and the hair on the back of her neck rose a touch.<br><br>Her steps started moving a bit faster as that presence made her uncomfortable and she looked toward the stocky one with the cigar. He was cute in a rough and tumble, stubble kind of way. Her green eyes looked him over slowly before both he and the godling started in on a confrontation. This should be amusing. She smirked and itched to join in a good brawl but settled back for the moment to see what would happen. It no longer had started than it stopped at the ranting of the lunatic they called, Wade was it? or was it Deadpool? Either way he was a nutjob but he seemed fun enough. He certainly had some pretty knives on him. As the tension dwindled so did her attention and she moved on across the room to push open the hangar doors to head inside and await the arrival of Ironman and Dr Strange.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 02:09:51</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 / John Aaron<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: Hangar<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Deadpool, Jack, Wolverine, and Scarlet Witch<br><hr><br><br>Ares grinned maliciously when he watched the knives emerge from Wolverine’s fists. His hand went to his new dagger, drawing it from its sheath and flipping it in his grasp so the blade was directed to the floor. The red mercenary then wandered over, spouting something about selling tickets, Marvel, and Lucasfilms…he decided to ignore the gibberish in which he spoke, and soon after, another peacekeeper who introduced himself as Jack spoke up. It had been that cur from before. Didn’t he battle the shrimp, so why was he trying to interfere in their duel?<br><br>“Your name is Hypocrite. I understand that the Dwarf may have shattered your pride. I will avenge thee!” Ares said to Jack.<br><br>His grip tightened on the knife and the impulse to charge at Logan dissipated when the witch came between them. When Wanda got involved, Ares was not pleased to see Wolverine retract his claws. He recalled the woman in the elevator with John, and his eyes went to her pink stockings as though they had jogged his memory.<br><br>Frowning, Ares returned his helm to his head and sheathed his knife. He didn’t know the people that stood about him, and he’d listen to their names and powers, strategizing if they stood a chance at stopping him if he decided to kick the runt’s ass. He crossed his arms, fuming in silence. He had the strongest desire to stomp the imp into the solid floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 03:03:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Heading into the Hangar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Johnny, Ares<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>"What's not to love?&nbsp; What about the tantrums?&nbsp; If Sue, Reed and Ben get hurt as a result of that guy's ego and temper on this mission, I'll show him the meaning of 'turn up the heat'.&nbsp; I'm serious... the guy is a liability.&nbsp; One of these days he or Gamoran is going to attack a teammate and Dr Strange won't be around to stop them.&nbsp; What then? We should go over who we are and what we can do... I'm Johnny Storm, but on missions I go by the Human Torch, or just Torch.&nbsp; I can control and create fire and heat... oh and yeah, I can fly."</strong><br><br>Carol had to admit that Johnny was right about those tantrums. Thankfully whoever was above seemed to keep him in check up to a point. She just stood there watching him continue on his rant for a bit and then looked back to Johnny again and whispered back.<br><br><strong>"Yeah. I know. I'm working on it."</strong><br><br>When the call out for expressing what you could do and who you were came about, the blonde superheroine just smiled and looked around. She'd wait her turn to speak and toyed with the long red sash absently. Her fingers tugged on it and ran along the length before releasing it and then picking it back up again. It was a repetitive motion but it kept her hands busy. <br><br><em>Yes Johnny.. you are hot.. we know this.</em><br><br>Ms Marvel, as she was known in costume, was ready to head over toward Ares in an attempt to calm the waters. She looked around and smiled at those who looked her way. The lovely teenager spoke in a clear voice, loud enough for them all to hear her.<br><br><strong>"I'm Ms Marvel. I guess you could say I'm decent in close combat and ranged. I deal with energy absorption and expulsion. I am also super tough and super strong as well as a flier."</strong><br><br>Glancing around toward Jack and then to Logan she started across the room with Ares in her sights. Someone had to redirect his desire to fight. She wanted to make sure he kept all that rage and desire for action focused in the right direction. If they started fighting within their own ranks, Doom would have already won. <br><br><strong>"She has it right. Lets keep our focus, please. We should all head into the hangar."</strong><br><br>Carol moved up beside Ares and looked up at him with a knowing look. She could feel it just by being close to him. He had that danger about him in that form but she wasn't going to back down. The last time she didn't so this time she wasn't about to start doing so. He looked like he was ready to go into war and it almost made her feel a bit under-dressed. Her smaller hand reached out to touch his arm as she glanced to the hangar doors then back to him as if nodding for him to go with her. Her long hair was flying freely about her as she stood by him. She made sure not to lead him or even direct him in any outward way. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she caused her actions to look like she had to keep him on a leash. Whipped as some would put it. He'd not react well to that. So, she let him do the leading. She'd just stay by his side as any good woman would do.&nbsp; </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 05:29:43</strong>
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				Spider-man looked as Tigra left the scene along with Torch with a shake of his head and bemusement. So attracted to the point of ignoring him? Really? Oh this was going to be fun. Walking off towards the meeting point with a chuckle he started trying to picture ways to tease Johnny about this as he went.<br><br>The chaos he finally came into was interesting to watch, if nothing else. The ‘god’ of war going after the guy with claws had almost gotten him to get involved with things but before he could really act the situation had already been resolved. He couldn’t help but chuckle again as he stood at the edge of the group, yeah working with a team so far was definitely interesting at least.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 05:39:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Scarlet_Witch_Colours_by_AnimantX-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Quintar Hangar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><br>Wanda watched as they both seemed to back off, even though it was only slightly, it was good enough for her. She was going to walk away, but Logan grabbed her attention. "Wanda, but you can call me whatever you like." She cocked her hip to one side, placing a hand on it. She usually wasn't so flirty, she was more focused on her powers than boys, but this was more man than boy. <br><br>She smirked and stepped closer, so that they were only inches apart. "Perhaps I should get to know my team a little better." She grinned, looking him up and down before giving him an approving, sultry look. <em>I'm such a sucker for the bad boys,</em> she thought to herself.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 07:53:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar, outside weapons locker</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Wolverine, Scarlet Witch</strong><hr><br><strong>"Damn right I'm right!"</strong> Deadpool added following Wanda's comments on the situation. <strong>"Smart girl, that one. You should probably listen to her."</strong> It was advice Ares probably should've taken heed to follow. Wanda seemed intelligent enough, and, in his opinion, came across as the 'no-nonsense' type. He was well aware that by the end of the mission, she was most likely going to despise the very ground he walked on, but he figured he'd deal with that whenever the need arose. Right now, it didn't matter much. Besides, Wolverine had asked a question, and Wade remembered that he had told Logan he'd answer his questions a little later on.<br><strong><br>"Pfft. C'mon, Logan. That's not my style at all. An exploding cigar? Please. I'd sooner just kick you in the gnads and make fun of your mom while you were squirming around on the ground, buddy!"</strong> A smug smile showed through the tight fitting mask, but was soon replace with a distant scowl and a cocked brow. Wade scratched his head idly, humming to himself as he gave the whole thing some thought. Weapon X, the experiments, the missions, even his time at Hospice. But Logan didn't need to know about that last one.<strong> "Look, Wolvie.."</strong> His voice, for once, was devoid of any underlying smugness or content. It was low and flat. Almost Blank. <strong>"..I don't know what what they did to YOU..ya know..besides the metal innards, but we were both part of Weapon X. They even shot me up with some of your mutant-juice..ya know, after they fucked around with it a bit. My healing factor's not natural like yours, but it's a helluva lot more powerful. I'll let you decap me after the mission, if you want some proof, but anyway..yeah..we worked together a few times. I...uh...'left' the project not too long after you did.."</strong><br><br>When Scarlet Witch had approached, Deadpool quickly perked back up, though. She didn't need to know what they were talking about, so he forced a smile onto his face and chuckled a bit. He hated talking about all that. Weapon X, Hospice, the thoughts and flashbacks of either of them nearly brought him physical pain. They'd tortured him, isolated him, and robbed him of Death's warm embrace. In his case, life seemed incredibly overrated, especially when something so great awaited on the other side. <strong>"Well, my small, canine-esque friend, we'll shoot the shit a little more later..I guess."</strong>He had to admit, though, that there were some perks to being immortal, like being in a position to say whatever the hell he wanted to whoever he wanted without worry of any physical consequences. He merely ended up stepping aside and letting Scarlet Witch and Wolverine do their thing, impatiently waiting for the mission to start. He needed to hurt something. Anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 18:12:17</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> Quinjet Hangar <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All assembled Avengers<br><hr><br>After Torches little speech and suggestion Bobby was just about to make his reply when he heard the powerful voice of Ares the god of war. The look he turns towards this deity is one of disdain. The look changes to one of mild amusement when something that apparently only the god could sense brought a halt to the godly tirade. Then when shorter but stocky youth made his comments and popped blades out of his arms Bobby stares in shock for a moment. When the axe is thrown and it really looks like the two are going to go after each other in earnest Bobby is slow to react not being sure how to prevent the fight. Then to his amazement the costume clad mad gunman actually steps between them with some good sound reasoning. He just shakes his head as others also attempt to intervene.<br><br>Bobby is a little shocked at the introduction that Jack makes about being a real werewolf complete with the nearly uncontrollable need to kill on the nights of the full moon. He smiles at Carol when she makes her introduction. ”I thought there was something <strong>special</strong> about you, Carol.” Even though it was Johnny that had requested the brief introductions it is too Domino that he turns to again with a small bow.<br><br>”I am Robert ‘Bobby’ Drake also known as Iceman. As my name suggests my powers are cold based. I can lower temperatures very quickly and if there is enough moisture in the air create ice.”<br><br>After standing back up fully Bobby turns towards the door to the hangar itself and holds up his arm offering it to Domino as a proper date should do.<br><br>”Shall we get on to the dance, my dear?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 18:33:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop hanger <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Scarlet Witch and Dead Pool<hr><br>Logan listened to Deadpool, listening to all he had to say. Everything was a blank, he did not recall any of that but now was not the time to talk with the red masked ninja. "Don't go off dying on me, we will talk later." He said as the guy excused himself and he was able to focus his attention on Wanda. <br><br>"Is that right...I can see what I come up with later tonight." Logan said with a grin, following closely as she got closer. The masked wild man did not care if she was taller then him, he looked up into her eyes and parked his hand on her ass since she was the one bold enough to get within reach and flirt with him. <br><br>His fingers gave her ass a firm squeeze. "You and me will get to know each other well." He said, not bothering to let go of her ass. The cigar went neglected in the other hand with his drawn claws which were slowly receding back into his hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 22:45:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Jean_Grey_Portrait_by_mikemayhew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jean Grey<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> No one in particular<br><hr>The quiet redhead felt the skin of her neck flush warm and her ears burn.&nbsp; Spell or not, she felt as if Strange had called her out in front of the group.&nbsp; She had sent a private message to him and he'd answered publicly.&nbsp; She had to inhale deeply to compose herself.&nbsp; This wasn't like the Professor who she could have a private conversation with whenever she wanted, it seemed.&nbsp; She refrained from replying to Strange, instead she focused on an attempt to ignore all of the others' thoughts now flooding into her mind without her having the ability to filter them since the thoughts were flowing through Strange's spell.&nbsp; It was uncomfortable and frustrating all rolled into one.<br><br>Jean made her way to the hangar without stopping to watch the pissing contest, or pay attention to anyone in particular.&nbsp; Her focus was on trying to figure out a way to filter Strange's spell.&nbsp; She felt out of her depth, and felt her abilities had been neutered since she couldn't control what she was hearing from everyone.&nbsp; She felt irritable and didn't trust herself not to snap at someone because of it.&nbsp; Especially the boys who were posturing for all the pretty girls.&nbsp; <br><br>Storm seemed to have been right, this group was a mess.&nbsp; Jean wondered how they were going to accomplish anything if they did nothing but fight amongst themselves.&nbsp; Though she was as guilty as the rest as she was currently struggling against Strange's spell in her attempt to reclaim her own privacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 23:14:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/The-Wasp.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/Wasp<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> <br><hr>Jan frowned at herself when she noted she'd annoyed Bobby once again, but shrugged figuring she couldn't do anything about it now.&nbsp; The elevator rang as it reached its destination and the doors slowly slid open before Jan stepped through.&nbsp; The area was crowded with people, all garbed for a Halloween party, and she found herself blocked by a forest of tall folks.<br><br>A moment later, Jan was buzzing past as she had shrunk down to a six inch height.&nbsp; She was eager to see if she could figure out the controls to the Quinjet before the others decided to go to the plane.&nbsp; That eagerness faded as she saw her teammates gathering near the weapons locker.&nbsp; <br><br>Figuring she might as well be social, Jan landed lightly on Bobby's shoulder, "well aren't you the lucky bachelor?&nbsp; Escorting the two of us?"&nbsp; Jan idly wondered if she shrunk small enough and somehow found skates her size, if Bobby would mind acting as a skating pond for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Keeping her thoughts to herself she asked Domino and Bobby, "So which of you wants to lead this crazy endeavor?&nbsp; I'd suggest your Prom date, Bobby, she seems to have the most experience."&nbsp; As quick as her namesake, Jan was hovering in front of Domino, "I don't think we met.&nbsp; Name's Jan or Wasp, I guess.&nbsp; I was really serious about your boots by the way, and your "prom dress" looks good.&nbsp; Black is always classy."<br><br>Jan rose a foot into the air to see what was going on with Logan and the burger hog, but seeing that enough heroes had intervened she rejoined her team's huddle by dropping back down and hovering at her previous height.<br><br>"So Iceman, huh?&nbsp; Do we get to be Maverick and Goose?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 05:13:52</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 / John Aaron (John Aaron / Ares)<br><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br><strong>Location</strong>: NOW in the Hangar<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Iceman, Scarlet Witch, and Wolverine (mentioned) Ms. Marvel<br><hr><br><br>Ares felt Ms. Marvel’s hand upon his bicep, and his sapphire eyes flicked in her direction to see her gesturing toward the&nbsp; hangar. He had just listened to Bobby’s introduction, learning that the young man had control over ice. Uncrossing his arms, Ares held his hand out in the direction of his ax, and the weapon materialized in a white blaze before it. He grasped its arm and holstered it back into the steel ring that carried it.<br><br>Without another word given to the other Avengers, the god started to turn, leering at Wolverine who was engrossed in a piece of ass. He grunted dismissively at the dwarf. He would finish their duel when he least expected it. The war god led the way into the hangar, pushing the doors open and shrinking down to size. He didn’t think Carol or even Ms. Marvel would be interested in talking to Ares.<br><br>John was back in his black, muscle shirt and dark-blue denim jeans, clutching the straps and belts that had fit Ares, but didn’t exactly fit him. He was frowning, refusing to feel ashamed for even picking a fight with a teammate. The shrimp had started it, and John didn’t think Ares was planning to kill anyone today unless it be those unfortunates that got in his way.<br><br>“I want to say that I can’t wait for this battle to be over, but the truth is, I can’t wait for this battle to begin,” John said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 23:53:37</strong>
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				<strong>There is no I in Team</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> Rooftop hanger<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone present<br><hr><br><br><br>As Tigra handed Jack the the burger he shifted more fully a lycanthrope face emerging from his mask as the unstable molecules melted away from fanged face and clawed hands. Steel hard claws clicked as the offered plate was accepted. Jack sniffed the large burger, enjoying the scent of meat, even if it was cooked. The oozing grease fat made his mouth water causing a bit a drool to slip past the bottom canines that jutted past his upper lip. Jack sniffed taking in the she cat's scent as well making the for a delectable mix of sex and food on one ivory dish. Purposefully he lolled out a long tongue to lap up some of the rich juices.<br><br>"Later," he promised before taking half the burger in a single bite while setting the plate upon the table.<br><br>&lt;cut to Ares encounter&gt;<br>Jack's red eyes widened in indignation as Ares first called him a hypocrite and vowed to avenged his shattered honor. Still furred over and feral Jack's lower fangs protruded all the more as the beast in him rose to the bait. <br><br>"Hypocrite, shattered, avenge?"<br><br>A warning rumble issued deep in the wolf man's barrel chest, his dried blood colored fur rising along his exposed hands and head. Jack's pupils dilated in the fight or flight response giving the man beast a crazed stare. It was begining to look like Logan might have to get in like for this fight when the ninja looking guy started prattling on again managing to calm Logan down while Carrol got Ares under as much control as was possible for a mortal to achieve. Despite his awe of the god in their midst the Wolf wanted to dominate...everything.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>WHAT I AM JACOB? WHAT I AM FROM IS OLDER BY AN ORDER OF MAGNITUDE THAT THE LITTLE GOD YOU SEE BEFORE YOU. AM I NOT THE SPAWN OF AN ELDER LIKE MIGHTY C'THON OR GREAT SET? </strong></span><br><br>&lt;I had no idea&gt; Jack returned &lt;but the spawn of an elder god is not an elder god&gt;<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>THIS IS SO RUSSOF BUT THERE IS MORE POWER AT YOUR DISPOSAL THAN YOU CREDIT YOURSELF WITH. IN THE TURN OF YEARS, IN THE FULLNESS OF TIME YOU WILL COME TO KNOW ALL MY SECRETS AND THE RICHNESS OF MY POWER BUT ONLY IF YOU CEASE RESISTING ME.</strong></span><br><br>But there it was again, the old fear of losing oneself. If he truely accepted the Wolf would he still be Jack somewhere in his sould or just a Wolf in sheep's clothing? Everything that was and had been Jack lost forever?<br><br>He just didnt know.<br><br>Best to leave such thought behind and prepare for battle. Jack let the eager desire of the Wolf begin to rise up within him, facing Von Doom meant robots something Jack could unleash his full fury upon without fear of spreading either his curse or killing anything human. He smiled at the thought of being able to fully cut loose, something he hadnt done even in his fight with Logan and his black lips split apart to reveal a grimace of oversized yellow teeth as he joined the costume parade moving into the hanger.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 01:20:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Heading into the Hangar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Ares/John<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>“I want to say that I can’t wait for this battle to be over, but the truth is, I can’t wait for this battle to begin.”</strong><br><br>Carol looked at John as he shifted down from Ares into this mortal form. She almost frowned that he felt the need to do so but she supposed he knew her better than she thought. The blonde teen avenger did feel more comfortable with John. He didn't intimidate her like Ares did. He didn't make her feel like a piece of meat. <br><br><em>"A piece of meat on his bone being gnawed off... okay Carol not a good analogy there."</em><br><br>She looked back to John as her mind cleared from his drifting and she gave him a smile. Her hand slipped into his as she stared into his eyes with her soft blue ones. Her voice was sincere and to the point as she told him the truth of the matter, and what was truly important right then. <br><br><strong>"John... Ares... you need this battle. I know you may think I don't believe in these sorts of things but I know what is important to people. I may not know your every thought and desire, but I know enough to know you need this. You need to let it out. Let out the rage, take it out on those bots. You can essentially kill up there. While there won't likely be any real bloodshed.. you can destroy things. So for once.. and you likely won't hear it from me too often... let Ares out. Let him revel in what he needs right now. Then later... we'll get some ice cream and curl up together and watch some film or something while celebrating our victory."</strong><br><br>Giving him a charming and dazzling smile she moved in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before stepping back to release his hand so that he could release the beast so to speak. He needed this and the team needed it. She knew this no matter what. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 01:31:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Ironman.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Tony Stark / Iron Man<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> High Tech<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><hr><br>The elevator doors opened and out stepped Ironman. He was fully suited up and carrying a box. The face plate to his armor slid open with very little noise as the handsome man within looked at those gathered. He nodded to each he passed and handed a pair of goggles to the assault team members mentioned before.<br><br><strong>"These goggles are to help you see the cloaked ship. They are to be returned upon mission completion. Oh and try not to get blown up. S.H.E.I.L.D isn't gonna front the bill if you do. That said, ladies and gentlemen, StarkTech is not cheap. Let's get on with this thing. Where's Cap? I got a gadget for him too."</strong><br><br>He glanced around and looked over each of the girls in their spandex and thanked the heavens he was a superhero. Hot women, spandex, and nothing to hide it. His eyes roamed each twice but discreetly so before moving to the doors and into the hangar. It was too bad that most of the girls were underage, a shame indeed. Ah well.. it would likely get complicated anyway. They'd want him to call them back, he'd have to see them at the 'office'.. yeah it'd likely never work.&nbsp; He stepped over toward the Quinjet looking for Steve again along the way. It looked like they'd be taking the jet as Ares didn't like the idea of piggy backing Carol. Ah well, not like they would be the stealth team anyway.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 01:48:40</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> Hangar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Appearing out of thin air, the sorcerer floated about ten feet off the ground. He watched as they all slowly made their way into the hangar itself. The appearance of Tony finally was a good thing, as he had the tech the teams needed. He nodded to himself and then spoke quietly into each of their minds via the telepathic link they shared. He could tell that Jean was trying to push him out and she couldn't help but wonder why she would do such a thing in such dire circumstances. He would not fight her back on it however. It was a waste of energy that was very much needed for the teleportation of the stealth groups.<br><br><strong>"Once everyone has gathered in the jet or by the jet, I will begin the teleportation spell."</strong><br><br>He didn't say anything further but let Jean drop the link if she insisted. He'd not hold her under any duress if that's how she felt about it. Hopefully the girl would know how important such links were no matter the cost of pride. In truth he had not realized she was speaking private to him and only spoke as he woudl any others. The telepathic links to him were different from her own power and the spell but being preoccupied with gathering things for the spell to get through the shields was enough to make him slip up a bit there. This mission relied on them each in turn. Everyone had their part and he would play his to the best of his ability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 05:08:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Avenger.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tony and the others<hr><br>Steve was making last minute checks to his equipment and watch the exchange between Ares and Logan before it was diffused by the others. He was happy to see them start to work together even if it was just to pull apart both stubborn headed jackasses. When Tony came out he heard he was looking for him and he made sure to meet up with the Iron clad man. <strong>"Right here."</strong> He announced before he looked at the avengers. <br><br><strong>"You all remember your teams?" </strong>He asked them all over there coms. <strong>"Com check." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 06:43:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool</strong> <br><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong> <br><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar</strong> <br><strong>Tagged: Wolverine, Captain America, Jean Gray, Carol</strong><hr><br>Even in his soured mood, Deadpool couldn't help but smirk a little at Wolvie's warning. <strong>"Don't go off dying, huh? Right."</strong> He pressed a thumb to his own chest, letting out a long sigh <strong>"Don't worry. I haven't figured out how yet. So yeah, we'll talk later."</strong> He doubted Logan was listening at that point, and so he went to tend to his own devices, surprisingly quiet. Anybody who actually knew him and how he acted normal would've probably been worried. He knelt down slowly, taking a knee, and drew one of his katanas, as well as a pocket stone from one of his waist pouches. He than began to draw the stone along the sharp edge of his blade, honing the sword while he waited for things to start heating up. The distinctive sound of the metal rang clear throughout the vast hanger, the acoustics of the room amplifying the sound ever so slightly. He loved that sound, and in this moment, it both eased his tension and excited him for the upcoming mission.<br><br>While the group a ways away from he and his teammates went about their own business, and while Logan had been so busy tending to the handful of ass he took claim of, Deadpool merely continued to sharpen his blade, scanning the room with an aloof gaze. He took notice of Jean when she entered the room, and immediately noted the flustered expression strewn about her face. She looked aggravated, without a doubt, but focused, as well. He almost wanted to check on her, to be honest. She was nice enough, though she probably thought him crazy, as everyone else did. He kept himself quiet, though, something he noticed was becoming easier to do, albeit still incredibly boring and a bit taxing on his still not-quite-stable mind.<br><br>When he'd heard Steve's voice, performing comms checks, Deadpool figured he'd answer for his team, since the rest of them seemed a bit..err...busy. <strong>"Check one two, DJ America. Deadpool and the Murderettes ready to move out. HOLLA ATCHA BOI!"</strong><br><br>He couldn't help but overhear Carol, though, as she mentioned to Ares that there wouldn't be any real bloodshed, however, and the news widened his eyes. <em>Oh GODDAMNIT! C'mon, give me a break!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 10:13:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20051103202816/marveldatabase/images/8/80/Domino_007.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Domino<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Breeding<br><strong>Location:</strong> Staging Area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Deadpool, Captain America, Ares, Scarlet Queen and those assembled<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Cute was the first thought that entered Domino’s mind when Iceman stepped forward to claim a date.&nbsp; Pretty boys had never really been an option in her life, but they certainly held an appeal as an untapped and untried resource.&nbsp; A slow smirk pulled at the edges of her black painted lips, twisting them into something that seemed both alluring and arrogant.&nbsp; Eyes flickered down Iceman’s body before settling on his face with a new appreciation for the male figure.&nbsp; Smoke lifted from her lips as she blew another drag of her cigarette into the air between them, only to find the face of Deadpool there when the air cleared.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled sharply and she nearly coughed at the closeness of the man.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Gah, do you ever shutup!?”</strong>&nbsp; The still lit cigarette was flicked from her fingertips toward the man.&nbsp; A stray bit of air conditioner breeze mysteriously carrying the seemingly frail device a lot further than any could anticipate.&nbsp; A flash of a smoldered cigarette butt struck Deadpool’s retreating form before she turned back toward Iceman.&nbsp; <strong>“Don’t worry about him handsome.&nbsp; You keep talking all sweet to me and we’ll see how lucky we get tonight eh?”</strong><br><br>The roar of Ares was not unexpected, but the attitude of the shorter man was certainly a surprise.&nbsp; Long blades flashed into her vision and were filed away in her mind as something of interest.&nbsp; Teeth pressed together and she absently wished she had not thrown the cigarette away so prematurely.&nbsp; Another waste on Deadpool.&nbsp; One hand moved to brush the grip of her carbine, the other rising upward to touch the clasp just beneath the barrel.&nbsp; Absently she played the scenario in her mind, but already people were stepping in to stop the coming fight.&nbsp; A piece of ass seemed enough to cool Ares down, which was a surprise as well.&nbsp; Another thing to keep in mind.<br><br>A small figure made itself known to Domino, causing the white skinned woman to cross her eyes for a moment.&nbsp; Brows furrowed downward as she tried to focus for a moment, discerning what exactly was speaking to her.&nbsp; Domino tilted her head to the side slightly as she realized this was the woman with her question about boots.&nbsp; The wrinkled nose developed into pursed lips that suddenly blew the acrid scent of a smoker’s breath over the small woman.<br><br><strong>“Holy shit, I do believe in fairies.&nbsp; I do.”</strong>&nbsp; She gave a small laugh and then turned toward the rest of the group before moving toward the hangar. <strong> “Who the hell invited Tinkerbell?”</strong><br><br><strong>“All seriousness, stay close and stay frosty.&nbsp; Sounds like we’re going straight into the shit without much time lost.&nbsp; Watch your corners and keep quiet.&nbsp; We’re going quiet till the last second and when we go noisy it’ll be shock and awe for as long as we can.&nbsp; Got it?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BellaVita</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 19:22:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/Scarlet_Witch_Colours_by_AnimantX-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch<br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Quintar Hangar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine<br>&nbsp;<hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Is that right...I can see what I come up with later tonight."</strong><br><br>Wanda grinned as Wolverine grabbed her ass. She was only slightly taller than him with her heels on, but if she took them off they would probably be eye level. "Is that so? Promises, promises, Wolvie." She leaned toward him, putting her mouth close to his ear. "I can turn into one mean witch," she said in a low, sultry voice. <br><br>She moved away from his grip, giving him a wink as she sauntered off, her hips moving rythmically as she walked over to the larger group gathering, getting ready to be teleported up to Dr. Doom's ship. Wanda put a hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. She hated waiting, but thinking about Logan kept her occupied for the moment.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 18:46:55</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> Quinjet Hangar <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wasp, Domino, Ironman, Dr. Strange, and Captain America<br><hr><br>When Jan lands on his shoulder Bobby turns to her with a warm smile on his face and chuckles lightly at her comment. ”Yes, yes indeed I am very lucky to be able to escort the two of you. Well as long as you two can be friends and there are no jealousy issues.” He looks back at Domino when Jan suggests that she be the leader of their little team. ”I’m not too proud to follow a woman especially if she has more knowledge about what we’re doing than I do. It certainly doesn’t hurt if she looks this good from both the front and the back.” He then watches as Wasp flits around like her name sake even in her current size he cannot help admiring her beauty. He is indeed a very lucky guy to be teamed up with two such lovely young women.<br><br>Bobby is snapped out of his musing about his teammates by Jan’s little joking reference to “Top Gun.” ”While you both I’m sure will prove to be excellent wingmates you both are far too sexy for me to ever picture you as a goose. While Domino here may have the right attitude for a maverick I just think that name is actually way too masculine to fit either of you ladies.”<br><br>When Tony Stark enters the hangar area in full Iron Man mode but with the face guard up Bobby turns to face and listen to the man. At the end of his little speech Bobby voices a concern that the speech has caused. ”Wait we all are working for S.H.I.E.L.D. and being sent into a situation where others will be actively trying to blow us up, but if we do get blown up our medical or death expenses will not be covered?” He turns back to his lovely teammates and smiles. ”Let’s be sure to watch each others’ backs so none of us gets blown up.”<br><br>Then the sorcerer appears and speaks directly into their minds again. Bobby looks up to where the powerful man is hovering but leans closer to Jan and Domino to whisper. ”I don’t know about you two but I don’t think I will ever get used to direct telepathic communication.” He stands back up straight when he hears Captain America’s voice and responds to the com check by both activating his radio transmitter and concentrating on broadcasting his thought through the mind link. ”Iceman check.”<br><br>Bobby is slightly distracted by the exchange between Domino and the mad gunman. He is clearly confused by their interaction as not too long ago they were shooting at each other in the dorm level hallway. <br><br><strong>“Don’t worry about him handsome.&nbsp; You keep talking all sweet to me and we’ll see how lucky we get tonight eh?”</strong><br><br>Bobby is snap back to reality by these words and at first thinks she is just referring to the mission and being lucky, but as he thinks about how talking sweet to would make any difference in the mission he suddenly stops and a deep blush tints his cheeks bright red. Instead of looking down at the floor though he looks down at the way her armor conforms to and accentuates her very feminine figure. ”I will do my best to please, your lethal hawtness.”<br><br>Bobby cannot stop himself from snickering at the fairy comment or the question about inviting Tinkerbell. ”I believe that would have been Colonel Fury. I think you will find that Wasp’s sting is a bit more effective than Tink’s bite.”<br><br>When Domino gets serious and gives a general explanation of their tactics and heads off to the hangar itself Bobby ices up and follows her ready to be sent into the heart of the enemy’s stronghold. All thoughts of the playful banter and flirting are forgotten.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HollowX</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 19:25:10</strong>
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				Spider-man followed the others in the groups as things began to get set up for the battle beforehand, silently enjoying and marvaling at the chaos and events going on in the group as they got together. Heading over to the group with the Captain as the Sorcerer Supreme said to get where they were needed he nodded towards him as he took the goggles he had gotten and set them over his own mask, making an amusing image as he did so "Seems to work for me." he said with a light tone, "With these magic goggles I'm all set." &nbsp;he finished in an amused tone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 22:58:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/The-Wasp.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Janet van Dyne/Wasp<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hangar<br><strong>Tag:</strong> <br><hr>The emergence of Iron man completely suited up distracted Jan from her conversation with her teammates.&nbsp; A distraction that cost her dearly as she was enveloped by Domino's smoke.&nbsp; Her tiny arms waved about frantically and she coughed as an intense wave of nausea struck her from being engulfed in cigarette smoke.&nbsp; Like a poisoned bee, she haphazardly flew back to Bobby's shoulder coughing all the way.<br><br>"So not cool.&nbsp; That had to have been twenty years of lung cancer in a single breath," she gave Domino a sour look, though given Jan's size it was likely completely missed.&nbsp; "I'll have you know I'm much cuter than Tinkerbell, and I'm wearing more clothes than that blonde floozy!"&nbsp; She rolled her eyes at Bobby, before turning her head to look at his giant face.&nbsp; She so needed to stop looking at cute guys up close when she was pint-sized.&nbsp; "I have no worries that you'll be watching our backs.&nbsp; My worry wholly consists of you watching what's in front of you."<br><br>She then pressed her com unit to talk, "Jan, er, I mean, Wasp check."&nbsp; <br><br>The sudden chill given off by Bobby as he "ices" up sent Jan flying away with a bone deep chill.&nbsp; She wondered if Iron man's suit gave off any heat and buzzed off in Tony's direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 06:15:22</strong>
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				<strong>What's in a name?</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> Rooftop hanger<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone present<br><hr><br><br><br>Jak was nodding with Ares seemingly in check things were finally going smoother. Even with him an Logan, no hostility as of yet. Kinda made Jack wonder of the god of war put off vibes that made you more irascible, made you want to battle, to spill blood. Despite his obvious power like most here (but likely Carol) he'd be happier without the godling amongst them.<br><br>"Oh yeah, guess I should give you my code name, cant be calling me Jack in the field and all that. SHIELD wants me to go by Lycan, which personally I think is pretty gay. I tell em they should stop trying to market me with movies starring Kate Beckinsale, personally Id rather not pretty up what I am cause there's no such thing so call me Werewolf out there."<br><br>And that's just what Jack was, and franlly had been since Tigra had done here presto chango. Having another manimal around gave Jack more confidense to just be himself and so Jack just stood there wearing his feral face and feral hands and not feeling the guilt or shame that this form normally carried. In fact he felt good, damn good and he was looking forward to the battle all the more for it.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 19:08:26</strong>
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				As the group gathered and each prospective leader gave instructions, received equipment, or prepared themselves for the upcoming battle, there was a crackle in the room as thunder clapped loudly. The skylight opened itself up as the clouded sky above Stark Tower was revealed. Dark thunder clouds rolled around as the feeling of vibrations spread over every person there. The omnipresence of a God was evident. There was no actual appearance of said God but it was obvious as Ares looked skyward and sighed. He looked to Carol with an expression unreadable and before anyone could blink an eye a flash of blinding light crashed down. Lightening struck the ground where the reigned in war god once stood, leaving only a charred black scorch mark in its wake. As everyone's eyes refocused and the skies cleared, the skylight closed itself back up and they all stood there with no Ares in sight. No word of what happened or why. He was just gone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 19:16:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Heading into the Hangar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> No One<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">As the heavens essentially opened up, the blonde superheroine looked skyward and then toward the others. She didn't have time to say or do anything as Ares looked her way. Her heart sank into her stomach as she knew deep inside what was happening. He was leaving her and he had no choice. She would not be able to contact him or even talk to him. The crackle of thunder had her jumpy and she squinted, shielding her eyes as the flash of lightening rained down. Her hands were shaking a little and her squinted eyes dripped small drops of tears. As soon as all was clear again she looked up and what she had feared had come to light. He was gone. Just like that. Carol should have known that's what would happen eventually. She just didn't know it would happen so soon. Swallowing back the bile that threatened to creep up her throat she wiped her eyes and put on her war face. She was going to be strong. She had a battle to get on with. Emotions would have to be dealt with later. When you were an Avenger you couldn't let your personal feelings run so free. There were others who depended on you. The world depended on this team and she knew they needed her as much as she needed them. It would just be hard to adjust to him not being there. Even if he was only with them a short few days. She sighed and looked toward Captain America and then to Dr Strange as if waiting for the assignment to begin.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 19:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Tigrasidepanel2.jpg)</div><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>No one/Everyone<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>As everything started to open up and cloud over the fur on Tigra's body began to stand up. She stepped back from the clouded area and watched. Her tail swished back and forth in an agitated manner. Her fingers curled and uncurled in tight fists as she watched Ares and wondered just what the time bomb was up to. Part of her wondered if this was part of Dr Strange's ritual but it all seemed to center around the War God. Did he have powers over elements just as Storm? Was this Storm doing this to him for his outrage earlier? She wasn't sure what was going on but it wasn't anything she liked being near. Someone had pissed off someone powerful, some elemental being of some sort. As the lightening flashed, Tigra covered her eyes quickly and hid behind the nearest large male in the room.&nbsp; She hissed a little and then slowly refocused her attentions back on the scene before her. He was gone and nothing left of him but a scorch mark where he stood. Making a mental note the catwoman did not want to piss off whoever did that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 20:20:55</strong>
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				<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> Briefing Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny was going to reply to Carol, but she walked off before he had the chance to do so.&nbsp; <em>Ah well, her loss</em>, he thought.&nbsp; He watched her walk over to Ares and whisper something to him that he couldn't make out from this distance.&nbsp; He spotted Spider-Man again and offered a wave and a smile to his friend.<br><br><strong>"Hey webhead.&nbsp; I never thought I'd see the day you stopped doing your thing solo."</strong><br><br>He listened to Bobby as he spoke, offering a nod.&nbsp; Iceman eh?&nbsp; That could either be really cool or really bad if they got too close to one another since their powers kind of canceled each other out.&nbsp; Then it happened.&nbsp; Johnny's attention was turned skyward as the clouds rolled overhead and thunder rumbled.&nbsp; At first he thought it may have been Storm.&nbsp; He had heard she could do stuff like that.&nbsp; Then a lightning bolt came from the heavens and struck Ares in a blinding flash.&nbsp; <br><br>Johnny shut his eyes tightly to protect them from the light and when he opened them, Ares was gone.&nbsp; Johnny could just stand there, mouth agape as the shock of what had just happened wore off.&nbsp; He spoke loud and sure as he addressed everyone.<br><br><strong>"What the heck just happened?!&nbsp; Did someone just kill Ares?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 01:28:45</strong>
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				<strong>Repo of the Gods</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> Rooftop hanger<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone present<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack is staring through crimson slits, his eyes are smarter than he is, dilating the pupils back to pinpricks when his body feels the surge of magic. It saves him from being blinded for several moments as the godling disappears in a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder. As his eyes relax allowing the pupils to widen once more Jack is gazing between the carbonized floor to the origin point of the beam of light.<br><br>"Good riddance. Saddling mortals with angry gods on a time out is bullshit. And frankly not our damn problem."<br><br>Jack sees Carol's heartbroken expression and just shrugs. He's never read or heard of any legend where mixing mortals with gods ended in a happily ever after for anyone. Better for the blonde this way but the timing is shit and Jack knows it. Now this Carol chick is gonna be all fucked in the head and they honestly could use as much firepower as possible when dealing with Von Doom. Even the ruler of Latveria would have been hard pressed to stall the god of war. Hopefully most of the team will agree with Jack's statement. Ares was almost as dangerous to them as he was to the enemy.<br><br>Turning to Johnny Jack explains, "Nah Mr Angst just got the express ride home if Im not mistaken. Guess daddy figured this wasnt such a hot idea after all." Jack shrugs again, the expression rendered almost ludicrous by his misshapen physiology of overlong arms and hump of muscle bunching behind his neck and between shoulders. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 02:23:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Logan-1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name/Alias:</strong> Logan / Wolverine <br><strong>Origin:</strong> Mutant<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rooftop hanger <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Scarlet Witch and Dead Pool<hr><br><strong>"Look who is making promises now." </strong>He replied to scarlet witch as she sauntered off, earning her a sharp cat calling whistle from his lips before the heavens opened up and made little work of the meat head.<strong> "If I was a praying man, I would say my prayers just got answered."</strong> Logan guffawed, not giving a shit about Ares or anyone who might have anything to do with him. <strong>"Wolverine, check, let's get this show on a road, daddy has a date tonight."</strong> He checked in, making sure Wanda had heard him, along with the rest of the Avengers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 04:54:16</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> Quinjet Hangar <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Wasp &amp; All assembled Avengers<br><hr><br>Bobby smiles at Jan and gives her a small laugh at her comparing herself to Tinkerbell. ”Absolutely no argument from me about you looking much better than that blonde floozy and fortunately you don’t have to remain this small.” Her next comment gets a full laugh from him. ”While admittedly the view before me is very fetching indeed I think I will be able to pull gaze away to for the purpose of keeping you both from harm if only so I can enjoy the view at another time without outside distractions.” He does briefly enjoy watching her fly off towards Ironman but is distracted.<br><br>At the sound of thunder Bobby looks up seeing as the ceiling opens up wondering what is happening now. Seeing the dark thunder cloud and feeling the vibrations of what he can only guess is the presence of a deity. Not at all liking the way Ares has been interacting with the other Avengers and thinks that the last thing they need is another Olympian in their mix so turns away from display. After the room is lit up by the flash of light from the lightning he pauses before turning back around listening to the reactions of the others. Hearing that Ares is gone Bobby breaths a small sigh of relief before turning back around. He certainly cannot argue with Jack’s sentiment and conclusion so does not add his own voice to the happening. He turns his attention back to Steve, Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange to see how this new development will be handled by leaders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 19:08:26</strong>
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				<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> Hangar at Avengers Tower<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny tilted his head at Jack's words.&nbsp; <em>Jeez, dude.&nbsp; Have a little tact</em>, he thought.&nbsp; <em>Carol just basically lost her boyfriend.</em>&nbsp; Still, he didn't say anything of the sort.&nbsp; Thankfully the mind link didn't convey those thoughts as the spell only broadcast the thoughts that each person wished to convey to the others.&nbsp; He just nodded at the explanation and turned toward Iron Man and Ms Marvel.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Alright.&nbsp; I guess we'll have to deal with that later then... right now we have a job to do.&nbsp; I'm ready to go."</strong><br><br>He gave a 'thumbs up' and his thumb burst into flame.&nbsp; He took note of all his teammates... he was glad Ares was gone, but he felt for Carol.&nbsp; It would have only been a matter of time until Ares got too reckless and someone innocent got seriously hurt or killed.&nbsp; That was a no no in the superhero business.&nbsp; Johnny knew, having been at that game for the past 2 years with the Fantastic Four.&nbsp; He extinguished his flame and crossed his arms, partially covering the 'Avengers' A symbol on his chest.&nbsp; It still felt weird to not have that '4' there... but he guessed he would have to get used to it until he proved to SHIELD and the public that he wasn't a liability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 03:45:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Avenger.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Carol<hr><br>Steve listened as the Avengers began to check in one by one until he heard an ear splitting second of static before nothing. Paired with the sound was the sight of the heavens opening up and the disappearance of Ares, aka John. He watched as the clouds took them, the sight something out of a myth before they were left with nothing but the inconsiderate words of others. Steve was no fan of John but he was also not spitting on his grave like the others seem to. <br><br>Approaching Carol he put his hand on her shoulder. <strong>"You going to be alright? You can stay back if you wish. If you are not 100% with us now, you won't when we get out there."</strong> He sympathetically said, giving her the option to stay back if she felt unable to focus on the mission. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 06:46:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Hangar<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Steve<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Carol didn't say anything to what the others said about Ares or his being removed from their team. It was not the time nor the place to start a fight. She wanted so badly to slam her fist into that dog boys gut. <br><br><em> Insensitive prat.</em> <br><br>Her eyes closed a moment and then she looked up to see Steve standing next to her. His hand on her shoulder and essentially giving her an out on it all. She didn't need a personal day. The blonde teen avenger could handle this. She needed the distraction of fighting. It was just a good thing she wasn't on infiltration. She could use some good punching and blasting of animated machinery. <br><br><strong>"Yeah. I'll be fine. We have a mission to do and I can't let the world down or the team when it matters most. We have a villain to take out, a world to save, and some heroes to free, I think our plates are pretty full. I don't have time to not be alright."</strong><br><br>The look of determination to do this played out through her blue eyes as she stared up at the super soldier leader. She gave him a nod of reassurance and placed her hand on his forearm. <br><br><strong>"It'll be okay, Steve. I'll be okay. I can focus. I promise."</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 21:21:34</strong>
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				There was undeniably a lot of tension in the air as the group of would-be heroes prepared for their tasks.&nbsp; Some if not most of them would surely be nervous if not outright scared of what was to come.&nbsp; Doctor Doom was one of the world's most terrifying villains, after all... even the vaunted Fantastic Four, the most celebrated superheroes in the world had difficulty defeating him.&nbsp; The Avengers would meet the challenge head on, however.&nbsp; They would emerge victorious because they had to.&nbsp; <br><br>Iron Man and Dr Strange helped Captain America to organize the groups of heroes... two assault teams and three stealth teams.&nbsp; Once the assault teams were fitted with the special Starktech goggles provided by Iron Man, the Sorcerer Supreme approached the stealth teams and motioned to each group in turn.<br><br>"I will now cast the cloaking spells that will keep you concealed from both technological and human eyes.&nbsp; Remember that the spell will instantly be dispelled should any of you take any kind of aggressive action.&nbsp; Do not attack anything or interact with anything that might notice you until you are prepared for the spell to drop.&nbsp; Once your spell drops, it will drop for -everyone- in your group, so be wary."<br><br>His eyes began to glow an incandescent blue as he uttered the words of power.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Sanct Quas Ort Lor!"</strong><br><br>A tingling feeling enveloped the stealth groups as the spells were simultaneously cast, and each member became slightly ethereal to one another.&nbsp; To the assault groups, the stealth groups disappeared entirely.&nbsp; Dr Strange nodded and spoke again.<br><strong><br>"It is done.&nbsp; Now I will teleport you to your destination as the rest of you fly to meet Doom's forces head on."</strong><br><br>He paused and performed the somatic gestures as he once again uttered words of power.<br><br><strong>"Kal Vas Ort Por!"</strong><br><br>In a flash of light, the gathered stealth teams vanished from the hangar, leaving only the mage and the assault team in their wake.&nbsp; Dr Strange looked to Iron Man.<br><br><strong>"I must concentrate on these spells now.&nbsp; I'm afraid I will of little use to you otherwise at this point."</strong><br><br>Iron Man offered a nod.<br><br><strong>"You've done more than enough, my friend.&nbsp; Thank you."</strong><br><br>Dr Strange nodded and shut his eyes, hovering in a lotus position as his cloak billowed behind him as though moved by an unseen wind.&nbsp; Iron Man turned to Ms Marvel as his faceplate slid down over his face.<br><br><strong>"Alright... let's do this."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 21:24:44</strong>
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				As the Avengers flew toward the Latverian embassy, the city whooshed past them as they flew over the tops of the highest skyscrapers of New York.&nbsp; The special goggles they wore seemed to do their jobs.&nbsp; Vision was normal, but the sight of the gigantic ship that loomed above the embassy was slightly wavery, almost surreal.&nbsp; Still, they could see the ship and that was what was important.&nbsp; It was very large, vaguely pyramid shaped and a dark grey in color.&nbsp; It floated about 100 feet off the roof of the two story embassy.&nbsp; As they hurtled toward the ship, the sound of Doom's voice could be heard resounding throughout the area.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Try to stop me at your peril, little heroes.&nbsp; Far better than you have tried and failed."</strong><br><br>With that, panels began to open up on the sides of the ship, and well over fifty robots, each a green in color rocketed out to meet the heroes head on.&nbsp; The air was alight in a swath of energy beams as each robot attempted to hit a hero.&nbsp; The fight was on!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 14:25:25</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Human_Torch.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> Hangar at Avengers Tower to Doom's Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny blinked as the stealth teams vanished from his sight, shaking his head a bit as his mind felt slightly tingly from the spell's effects.&nbsp; He was snapped out of his revery by Iron Man, who gave the go ahead to move to the target and engage.&nbsp; This was it.&nbsp; He clenched his fists and looked skyward, shouting his signature catchphrase, his body igniting into an inferno of fire and heat.<br><br><strong>FLAME ON!</strong><br><br>As the other Avengers gathered in the quinjet or took to the sky, Johnny rocketed up into the air above the tower.&nbsp; The goggles he wore had been specially made from a material that wouldn't burn up with his fire aura... he hoped they worked like they were supposed to.&nbsp; He needn't have worried, though.&nbsp; As the time came and he flew above the city streets, the target came into sight.&nbsp; <em>There it is... Doom's ship.&nbsp; I'm coming Suzie.</em>&nbsp; He then heard the sound of Doom's voice and the sky was suddenly full of robots, several of them firing beams of yellow energy at him.&nbsp; Thankfully the Human Torch was quite agile in the air, and so the attacks missed him... though one came dangerously close.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Gotta do better than that to hit me, guys!&nbsp; Maybe it's time for me to <em>turn up the heat!</em></strong><br><br>He pointed a hand toward two of the robots and a gout of superhot fire blasted forth, engulfing the drones, which quickly melted into slag and fell to the ground, hitting the pavement below.&nbsp; Thankfully, SHIELD had already evacuated the area around the embassy, so there were no civilians to worry about below.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Two down!&nbsp; Only like a hundred to go"...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 14:45:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Mighty Thor Makes His Appearance</span></em></strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Blake1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Blake Donaldson / Thor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Asgardian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> In the air above Doom's Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>A crack of thunder resounded throughout the area and the sky above Doom's ship darkened with the occasional flash of lightning.&nbsp; The robots didn't seem to pause their attacks through the display, but three of them suddenly exploded, the cause unknown until a large hammer could be seen flying away from the last that was hit.&nbsp; The hammer changed course mid air and flew swiftly back to the hand of none other than the god of thunder himself, his crimson cape billowing in the wind.&nbsp; The hammer was caught in his solid grip and he loudly proclaimed over the sound of battle.<br><br><strong>"Fear not, Johnny Storm!&nbsp; The day shall be won... let the son of Odin lend his power to your cause!&nbsp; Together we will triumph!"</strong><br><br>As four of the robots turned their attacks on him, he found himself struck by four beams of deadly energy... they seemed to be harrowing the thunderer until he thrust his arms outward in a burst of some kind of power... the beams assailing him had stopped for now.<br><br><strong>"Enough!&nbsp; You dare strike at me, soulless machines?&nbsp; Feel the power of Mjolnir!&nbsp; FOR ASGARD!"</strong><br><br>He spun his hammer above his head and finally charged, flying hammer-first through one of the robots, destroying it in a flash of sparks and scrap metal.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 08:31:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Flying Above NY at the Doom Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Tony, Jack, Johnny, Thor<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">As Tony gave the signal to head off and the infiltration team was in and under way, the ceiling opened back up to the hangar and she grabbed up Jack in her arms. Being super strong had its advantages and this was one of them. She scooped up the asshat and started flying straight up at the ship.<br><br><strong>"Hold on Furball. We're going up."</strong><br><br>With one hand tucked under each of his armpits she lifted him easily and they moved on with Johnny and Tony shooting off ahead of them. Without warning Doom could be heard ranting and then a crap ton of robots emerged. Carol dodged and weaved the shots as she could and was suddenly thankful to hear the sounds of who she thought could be Thor arriving on the scene. She tossed Jack at the ship as they got close enough to it and she felt the burning sensation of energy blasts boring into her back and legs. Absorbing the energy she growled a bit and threw her head back a bit before she spun around and extended a hand back at the mechanical menace sending a beam of energy right back at him. The robot didn't expect his own attack to be backfired on him and he shook a bit until he burnt out and exploded, raining down bits of metal just as the others had done.<br><br><strong>"There.. Tony's here's your man. You should stick close, good luck!"</strong><br><br>She spoke the words telepathically and then continued to fly back out toward the robots, taking them on one at a time. Absorbing whatever energy they sprayed out at her and firing it back in kind. The blonde super-heroine was kicking ass and taking names. As she passed by Johnny she looked at him and shook her head.<br><br><strong>"Only a couple? I've taken out four... keep up hot head.."</strong></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 22:26:44</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> Behind and above the main group, at the Doom Ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>It was all business, at least it was now. The mission was what was important, and completing it. The winds this far up in the air whipped the long locks of white hair that flowed behind her violently. She could 'feel' the wind currents their ebb and flow like the flow of a great river, one that went on forever. A few moments to enjoy the quiet, the wide open spaces, even though they were filled with mechanical machines of death and destruction.<br><br>She watched the group head into the fray purpousfully hanging back even as the rest of the small group she was with rushed forward to engage the swarming machines. Small fights broke out and she watched carefully as the engagement began in earnest. With a silent inward sigh she focuses her solid white eyes onto a large group of the machines. Gracefully she extends her arms, the cape that was connected to each of her wrists and back fluttered out into almost a wing-like shape. Rolling onto her back she drives arms still outstretched.<br><br>With the moves of a ballerina her dark form a form only broken up by the stark white of her hair dives into the biggest collection of machines, zigging and zagging between them until she was certain she had a large collection of them following.<br><br><strong>"That is right, come and get me!"</strong><br><br>Her voice was loud, deep and commanding even as she taunts the machines. Arcs of electricity already begin to dance over her body as she draws the a group away. Once she feels she has a good amount of them in range, and away from the rest of her team she pivots herself so that her arms extend towards the sky, the wind twisting around her faster and faster. Small banks of clouds form around her body taking on the tell-tale 'shape' of a tropical hurricane. Arcs of lightning dancing between the growing banks of twisting clouds. Winds moving to twist the machines themselves, smash them together, and pulverize them with bits of ice, and discharges of electricity in a single overwhelming attack on the group she had lead away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 21:16:23</strong>
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				<strong>Flying high, Feeling low</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> Location of assault at embassy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Iron Man, assault team<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack was gathered with the others on the roof. He watched as some were fitting jet pack about them selves while others simply flew under their own power toward their target. None of his training thus far had included a lesson in jet pack and the lycanthrope was already seeing visions of himself smashing into every building between her and the embassy at high velocity. He started to turn asking...<br><br>"How am I supposed to..."<br><br>When his question was answered roughly before he could even finish. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hold on Furball. We're going up.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Wha!" Jack barked in surprise.<br><br>Before he could protest Carrol's seemingly delicate hands gripped him with impressive strength and Jack found his 300 plus pounds of muscle meant nothing to the golden haired Avenger. And then they were in the air buildings zooming past at dizzying speeds as Carrol carried them to their objective. Jack hadnt yet donned his goggles and couldnt which he instantly regretted. He couldnt properly see Von Doom's cloaked ship instead he was aware of a shifting of certain spectrums of light over the embassy but even that vision was lost as emerald robots came pouring out of the seemingly empty sky. As Carrol enacted evasive manuvers for his sake Jack eyes started tearing fiercely as they were assaulted by the high speed air friction. Effectively blinded Jack was treated to the nauseating sensations of loops and barrel roes as Carol expertly wove herself around and inbetween aerial combatants to reach her goal.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">There.. Tony's here's your man. You should stick close, good luck!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack collapsed at Iron Man's feet, blind, equilibrium shot. Shakily he raised himself up his cursed body already dealing with his eyes and the vertigo.<br><br>"Give me a sec, then give me something to rip apart before I decide working for Von Doom is the safer option."<br><br>At least he kept his lunch down he thought sourly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 05:14:51</strong>
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				...and so the fight commenced.&nbsp; The robots were no match for the heroes, try as they might, but there seemed to be no end to them.&nbsp; Multiple bits of robot pelted the ground below... causing damage to the pavement and the various cars parked in the area.&nbsp; The sheer numbers of the attackers was astounding.&nbsp; &nbsp;For every machine the Avengers destroyed, it seemed that two more flew from the ship to take their place.&nbsp; Doom seemed to have a limitless army at his disposal, though realistically that couldn't be the case, could it?&nbsp; There had to be some end to them!&nbsp; The sound of Doom's voice could again be heard resonating throughout the air around the ship.<br><br><strong>"Fools!&nbsp; You dare attack Doom in his moment of triumph?&nbsp; I shall dispatch you as one casually swats aside a gnat!"</strong><br><br>From his lofty perch, Jack could see that about five of the robots had landed near him on the ship's exterior, surrounding him... their blasters aimed at the lycanthrope would-be hero.&nbsp; If he didn't move quickly, the crisscross fire of the deadly energy blasts may catch him full on!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 23:47:01</strong>
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				<strong>Trapped? Yeah right!</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> Location of assault at embassy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Iron Man, assault team<br><hr><br><br><br><br>Jack snarled letting his beastial instincts take over, thiese were enemies he could rend and tear without guilt or remorse. These were machines that could not be cursed by his frothing fangs. In short, these 'bots were fucked! Jack exploded forward a living vessel of violence and animal rage. He charged at the machine closest to him to him red eyes gleaming with the need to destroy what they beheld. But at the last instance Jack showed himself to be more than just a mere best, shifting targets he launched himself to the left his claws digger furrows in the surface beneath him as he overcame his tremendous inertia. His plan was to foul the aim of the doombots perhaps some of them would be caught in friendly fire while he savaged a completely different machine. Jack twisted his limbs to bring both fore and hind paws to bear on the unfortunate robot he was about to crash into. His jaws gaped wide, foam flying from either side of his brutish mouth as he roared with bloodlust and triumph.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 17:54:19</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Human_Torch.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> Outside Doom's Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny shook his head as everyone around him seemed to be showing him up in terms of the fight.&nbsp; He blinked as Thor came onto the scene.&nbsp; Great, another so-called 'god'.&nbsp; Still, he was glad to see the thunderer in this case.&nbsp; He would welcome all the help they could get in order to rescue his fantastic family.&nbsp; He gave Carol a smirk as he spoke, dodging another series of energy blasts all the while.<br><strong><br>"Me?&nbsp; Keep up?&nbsp; Bah.&nbsp; I've been doing this stuff for years.&nbsp; Watch and learn!"</strong><br><br>He began to fire off impressive gouts of fire left, right, up and down, melting robots everywhere he looked.&nbsp; Still, the robots kept coming.&nbsp; Her frowned and flew toward the ship itself, talking to himself as he approached the floating dreadnaught.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Maybe I'm going about this wrong.&nbsp; Instead of attacking the drones, I should be plugging the hole up!"</strong><br><br>He strafed one of the three openings on the ship where the robots were swarming out of, blasting along the top of it with an even hotter blast than usual.&nbsp; The metal of the ship glowed white hot and melted, the ceiling of the bay collapsing down to effectively seal off the access point, stemming the flow of the robots by a third.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 18:13:02</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/Blake1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Blake Donaldson / Thor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Asgardian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> In the air above Doom's Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Thor continued to trash the robots that swarmed them... occasionally being struck by the energy beams, but he seemed to pay them little if any mind.&nbsp; Mjolnir continued to be quite impressive in it's abilities that, coupled with the thunder god's own superhuman abilities allowed him to cut a swath through the robots, raining broken parts down on the empty streets below.&nbsp; Another crack of thunder had him turning to look, only to see none other than a mortal woman who was able to command the elements as well.&nbsp; He would have to speak with her at a later date, as he was curious where her powers stemmed from.&nbsp; Was she a sorceress?&nbsp; He could see the magic about her, though it was not as potent as it was on the Enchantress or his brother.&nbsp; He called out to her in a loud voice that cut through the din of battle.<br><br><strong>"Truly, this day the battle will be won by way of the elements themselves!&nbsp; Our foes stand no chance against such an onslaught!&nbsp; Let the power of Jord strike them down!"</strong><br><br>He hovered in place and held his hammer high... and the elements seemed to resonate between he and Storm, as though amplified by their proximity.&nbsp; Somewhere, deep in the Earth, Gaia smiled as their powers were unleashed.&nbsp; The clouds gathered and darkened above the ship and both Thor and Storm could tell that a massive lightning bolt was about to be unleashed on the ship itself, aimed at the top where the array of antennas and such were located.&nbsp; Storm had but to add her own power to it and it would be unleashed with greater power than either alone possessed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 19:12:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Above NYC outside the Doom Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Johnny, Tony<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><strong><br>"Me?&nbsp; Keep up?&nbsp; Bah.&nbsp; I've been doing this stuff for years.&nbsp; Watch and learn! Maybe I'm going about this wrong.&nbsp; Instead of attacking the drones, I should be plugging the hole up!"</strong><br><br>Carol smirked at the Human Torch and then looked over as he had a stroke of genius. <br><br><strong>"Well, well, Johnny isn't all beauty.. he's got a bit of brain as well!"</strong><br><br>She looked over at him and winked before moving onward to the next grouping. With the right idea in plugging up the hole she had noticed the enslaught slowing. Continuing to blast the Robots she fired off energy beams left and right while absorbing what she could. Her body felt on fire and she wasn't sure just how many more would come at them. There had to be another hole somewhere. Moving toward the ship she searched around and called out into the comm.<br><br><strong>"Assault teams...Look for holes in the ship. Plug them up. How's things on your end Ironman?"</strong><br><br><br></span></span><div align="center"><strong>**************</strong></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Ironman.jpg)</div> <br><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Tony Stark / Iron Man<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> High Tech<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Near Doom Ship above NYC<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Carol<br><br><hr><br>Tony continued to maintain his focus even as the robots around him was being blasted away. As much as he wanted to join in the fray he had more important things to do there. Inside the suit he looked over panels of tech and spoke occasionally to his suit, informing it to do each command as he wished from his central station back at Stark Tower while he simultaneously worked on jamming the signal from the close distance he was from the ship.&nbsp; As Carol spoke into the communications link he spoke back in a calm but concentrated tone.<br><br><strong>"Getting there Ms Marvel... just a bit longer, its not as easy as it looks. If the team inside can free Reed then that would help a bit. I can't see whats going on inside and if he can reach the internal unit, then together we could shut down the entire unit as a whole." </strong><br><br>A chunk of robot went flying at him and luckily Jean was there to telekinetically move the larger chunk away from him in which he didn't even notice and kept working hard, trusting his team to do their job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 17:52:33</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> Behind and above the main group, at the Doom Ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The winds that swirled around her had torn the machines to pieces. Nodding once satisfied with the results her attention is torn away from the shower of metallic parts and towards the sound of crackling lightning. Lightning not of her own creation. Her solid white and slightly glowing eyes focus on the hammer-wielding man. The winds around her whipping and splaying the almost impossibly long locks of pure white hair that sprouts from her scalp.<br><br>She nodded at bellowed words, both hands extending towards the cluster of ever-darkening sky. Long, slender fingers extended pointing towards the gathering of dark clouds. Carefully weaving and coaxing the energies within the cloud to produce an even stronger bolt when it was unleashed.<br><br><strong>"Goddess hear me! Release the energies of nature against those who would pervert and destroy it! Strike with all of your might!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 21:18:08</strong>
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				The flow of robots seemed to be lessening with Johnny's gambit.&nbsp; There were two more large docks visible on this side of the ship, from which more robots flew out of.&nbsp; The clouds above the massive ship spiraled inward as they were lit by the occasional flash of lightning... and then it happened.&nbsp; From the heavens came what can only be described as the wrath of the gods... a massive bolt of lightning that struck the top of Doom's ship with power few present had ever witnessed.&nbsp; <br><br>The entire ship shook as it tilted to the side, beginning to lose altitude as most of it's systems were short circuited, a gargantuan smoldering hole left on the top of the 'pyramid'.&nbsp; The robots began to fall from the sky one at a time, their red glowing eyes fading into blackness as the surge caused them to shut down.&nbsp; It seemed as though the battle outside the ship was won.&nbsp; The thunder god and the weather witch knew that this could not be a common occurrence.&nbsp; The combination of their formidable power in such a way was due to the blessing of Gaia herself; each could feel that within their core.<br><br>Slowly the ship began to fall atop the Latverian embassy, which was currently devoid of any workers thanks to Doom himself.&nbsp; The ship hit the ground with tremendous force, dust and debris kicked up in a large cloud surrounding the edges of the colossal craft.&nbsp; Until it could be rebuilt, the Latverian Embassy was no more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 21:28:19</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Human_Torch.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> Outside Doom's Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Johnny had been about to go and seal another of the docking bays that the robots were pouring out of when the sound of a mighty thunderclap caused him to look skyward and witness the bolt from the sky.&nbsp; As it struck the ship, he flew back and looked away from the near blinding impact flash... watching in awe as he looked again, the ship falling like a mountainous asteroid to meet the Earth with an impact that kicked up dust high enough that even he at his lofty height was blinded momentarily.&nbsp; He flew skyward until he ascended above the cloud of billowing dust and smoke, hoping that the others were ok inside.<br><br><strong>"Ok, that was impressive... but Sue and the others inside better have weathered that fall."</strong><br><br>He frowned.<br><br><strong>"I know they're ok... they have to be."</strong><br><br>He silently hoped that he wasn't about to make a liar out of himself.&nbsp; He hovered above the cloud of dust, which was already beginning to thin out a bit, watching and listening for any sign of anymore opposition.&nbsp; He didn't hear Doom's voice.&nbsp; He didn't hear -anything-.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 21:35:35</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/Blake1.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name / Code Name:</strong> Blake Donaldson / Thor<br>&nbsp;<strong>Origin:</strong> Asgardian<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> In the air above Doom's Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br><br><br><hr><br>Even Thor was surprised at the amount of power that he and Storm had unleashed.&nbsp; He too rose above the cloud of dust that he could see the result of their attacks.&nbsp; He smiled triumphantly and curled his free hand into a fist, holding it high.&nbsp; He spoke loudly, Mjolnir still tightly in his grasp.<br><br><strong>"Our foe is vanquished!&nbsp; Well done, spirit sister.&nbsp; Tonight we shall all feast in celebration!"</strong><br><br>He twirled his hammer to the side and then, Mjlonir first, he flew toward the smoldering hole at the top of the ship.&nbsp; Looking down within it, he searched for any more foes.&nbsp; If there was more to this battle, he would gladly continue the assault and assist his mortal allies.&nbsp; For now though, he remained somewhat cautious, ready for anything that might emerge from the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 19:13:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Avenger.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong> Steve Rogers / Captain America <br><strong>Location:</strong> Hanger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tiagra, 3/4's of the fantastic four <hr><br>The com channel opened up on all the communicators. <strong> "This is Captain America, everyone check in, anyone hurt? The four have been rescued, Doom is subdued." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 16:48:05</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> Behind and above the main group, at the Doom Ship<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Any<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>The bolt had struck the ship with tremendous force, more than she had expected. The gaping, smoldering hole left by the strike is what keeps her gaze locked for several long moments. Much like the hammer-wielding god she was on a careful watch to see if anything was going to emerge from that gap. Though also she was mindful for larger piece of debris that may be falling from the damaged craft and to the ground below. Any such large pieces she would attempt to use her own powers and blow away from highly populated areas.<br><br>She shifts her glowing, solid white eyes towards the blonde man for a moment at his celebratory calling, nodding her head and offering a small smile on her dark, full lips. When her communicator snaps to her attention is pulled towards it.<br><br><strong>"Storm here, no apparent injuries that I can see. Though I cannot see everyone from my vantage point."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Happy</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 19:39:58</strong>
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				<strong>Flying high, Feeling low</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> Location of assault at embassy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Iron Man, assault team<br><hr><br><br><br>Jack was in the midst of an orgy of destruction. He rent and tore, bit and clawed, savaged and maimed any machine that was foolish enough to enter the range of his pounce. Jack was having fun! freed from the worries of either taking a human life or passing on his curse Jack lost himself to the abandon of battle. Ironically he now found himself missing the company of Ares, in this moment he was certain he understood how the Lord of War felt in the rapturous throws of violent ecstasy.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack was bounding all along the embassy in a display of feral agility as he plucked flying robots from the air as a cat might a bird. He rained mechanical limbs heads and torsos down into the building's courtyard, littering the place with twisted metal bodies. Suddenly in the storm laden skies there was on flash of elemental power so bright that his keen eyes were blinded, the explosion of thunder that followed nearly knocked him senseless when channeled through his hyper sensitive ears. As it was the werewolf fell from the rooftops to join his victims on the ground below. <br><br>Jack hit the ground hard thinking that Tigra would have likely been able to land gracefully upon her feet but Jack was no cat and disoriented as he was had no opportunity to save himself. Not that it mattered, he easily shrugged off such damage but as his vision cleared instead of seeing ligh everything was going dark.<br><br>"What the fuck?" he growled, had he been struck blind?<br><br>Looking up Jack's crimson orbs widened in shock as the reason for the darkness was fully revealed. Von Doom's vessel , no longer invisible, was falling...and right on top of him!!!<br><br>"SHIT!!!"<br><br>Jack dropped to all fours and ran for all he was worth. While the only thing he knew for certain that could kill him was silver Jack didnt fancy spending eternity as a sentient smear mashed under Von Doom's vessel.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Marvel Teen Avengers - Plot Thread #1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 00:10:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Ms_Marvel_Sidepanel.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> Above NYC outside the Doom Ship<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jack<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Carol had no clue where that lightning had come from or who or what knocked the ship out of the sky like it did. Her blue eyes widened in surprise and all she could see was Jack below ready to become this weeks special on the roadkill pie menu. As much as she wanted him to get squashed right then, for what he had said about Ares, she couldn't do it. She was too much of a do gooder to let anyone be taken out in such a way. It would have been wrong of her, evil some might say. With a deep sigh she surged up all the energy around her and inside her sped toward the Werewolf moving at max speed. As she scooped him up beneath the arms and flew until she was positive they were well out of range of that ship.&nbsp; If she were strong enough she might have tried to stop the ship from falling down at all, but she was no Hulk.&nbsp; So she settled for the next best thing. Remove the innocent. Well if you would call Jack an innocent. That could be debatable but she wasn't taking time to argue with herself over that one. She debated dropping him into a fountain about ten feet off the ground, a good hundred yards from the fallen ship, but she thought it over and realized the smell of wet dog would surpass any joy she'd see in surprise on his face at being dropped into a would be bath. Instead the buxom blonde dropped him in a grassy area as she kept speeding by. That whole slowing down part was something she needed to work on but others didn't need to see just what happened next.<br><br>After finally stopping, or rather being slowed down by a good lot of large trees and shrubbery, she spoke into her own commlink.<br><br><strong>"Yeah.. okay..</strong> *spits out a few leaves* <strong>.. ugh.. okay here."</strong><br><br>She crawled out of the brush pile picking leaves and vines from her hair. She mumbled to herself about those landings and walked back toward the scene where everyone else would be by now. </span></span>
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