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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Jaime "Blue Beetle" Reyes on Mar 20, 2013 18:34:09 GMT -5
Jaime was walking through New York City constantly looking nervously over his shoulder. Sometimes he looked over his shoulder thirty seconds after he last time looked and other times he took three maybe five minutes. He kept mumbling things to himself and was walking with all the grace of a frantic escaped mental patient. Not something Jaime was proud of. Of course, he was not a mental patient. No, he would of much rather that be the explanation. The scarab was hostile once more. Constantly whispering in his mind. A hostile hiss. Constantly. It was driving him crazy. He hated what he had dubbed as his ‘inner demon’. He just hoped nothing would happen to provoke the Scarab. That would not be a good thing. He was afraid of what it would do. What it was capable of. What he was now capable of. It was too much power for one man, much less your average El Paso teenager.
People kept staring at him every time he mumbled back to the Scarab. Looking at him like he was a crazy person. His hands were inside his light blue sweat jacket which was half zipped up revealing his plain white t-shirt underneath. His black hair was casually ruffled and his brown eyes darted between people. “I wish people would stop staring at me like that,” Jaime mumbled to himself. If you wish to blind them I suggest a blast from a photon cannon the voice in his head offered. Jaime shook his head a bit. “No Scarab,” Jaime mumbled back immediately. How many times must I tell you host, my name is not Scarab. It is Khaji Da. the voice shot back immediately in a hiss. God why?! Why on earth did it have to be that voice?! Why did it have to be his mother’s?! It was just so damn . . . disturbing. Jaime accidentally bumped into a girl who backed up for a moment having dropped her things. Jaime bent down and began helping her pick up her things.”I’m so sorry about this,” the girl said as she picked things up and put them back in her bag.
“Oh, no it’s um, it’s okay, it was my fault,” Jaime said jumbling his words as he helped her pick her things up. She smiled back. She had a really, really nice smile. In fact, the girl was quite attractive and was around Jaime’s age. A nice pretty Latina. Jaime wasn’t going to lie, she was hot. He smiled back as he helped her with her things. But he had no intentions of doing anything about that. No. He was dangerous. Not to mention he wasn’t from around there. He lived in Texas. He was only in New York because he had heard about some very smart people he thought might be able to help him. Then it happened. I have sensed a slight increase of dopamine in your brain Jaime Reyes. If you are planning on engaging in coitus with this human female I think it is my responsibility to inform you that my scarab sight says she is ovulating. If the scarab was a person he would be getting strangled right about now. Shut up! Jaime screamed at the Scarab in his head and the Scarab spat at him mentally. Jaime quickly finished picking the stuff up for the woman and said a quick good bye before disappearing into the crowd of people blushing a bit. Stupid Scarab Jaime thought to himself. I can still hear you Jaime Reyes. Jaime face palmed as he walked.
Unfortunately this was a mistake as he quickly bumped into a rather large muscular man causing the man to drop his drink which spilled all over what looked to be brand new white sneakers. You see what you made me do Scarab! He thought to the Scarab. Negative Jaime Reyes. I have not caused you to do anything. the Scarab replied. The man started screaming in a fit of rage at Jaime before requesting money for his shoes and drink. “I’m really, really sorry but I don’t have any money.” Jaime said pleadingly. This did not help the situation at all as the man was threatening to beat him up and grabbed Jaime by his jacket. I have detected a threat to the host. Large, volatile human male approximately twenty years and one hundred and eighty pounds. Best course of action: Disintegration. Khaji Da said in his head as his arm began to manifest the weapon in Blue Beetle armor."No,” Jaime bellowed! He slapped the guys hand away and ran down an alley way and made a right and then a left before the weapon went berserk disintegrating the alleyway into the ground before it returned back into his normal arm. It looked like it was steaming hot tar now. Jaime breathed and wiped the sweat from his face."Ay dio mio," Jaime said putting his head in his hands as he bent over ever so slightly.
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Post by Doctor Stephen Strange on Apr 3, 2013 9:03:16 GMT -5
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The mystical energy was becoming more intense the closer he got to the source. He saw a young man bump into an attractive female around the fellow's own age. This kid seemed strange, uncomfortable, maybe even insane. Or was it insanity? Insanity does come in so many flavors after all, was this natural to young man or was it something new? Maybe a quick offer of assistance might garner him some answers. As he approached, he winced when he saw the young man turn and almost immediately bump into a larger man. Stephen hung back, curious as to what might happen, might he see something strange?
Then it happened, he saw the flash of otherworldly armor come across his arm and Stephen did his best to hold back a smile of pure, childlike excitement. Something new! When the kid pushed the assailant away, the Sorcerer Supreme began to follow him again, his curiosity incredibly peaked now. Stephen stood at one end of the alley, appraising the damage a moment. He glanced up and met eyes with the boy, a comforting smile coming to his lips. Stephen innately had control of his magic, it was something he was born with, but never knew was in him. "You look like you'd like some answers." Strange began before he took a deep breath, ice crystals forming around his lips and matting down his goatee. He released his breath on the ground as he walked, cooling the tar back into a solid form.
"You showed restraint back there which tells me I need to help you perhaps understand what is happening, though to be honest I have no idea what it is myself. Stephen could practically feel the other dimension on the boy this close. He wasn't from around here was an understatement, though... was it? It was so hard to tell sometimes what was his New York and what was their New York. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be New York's leading investigator of the strange, unusual, otherworldly and mystical items, beings and worlds. Doctor Stephen Strange." He offered his hand to the scared, disturbed Jaime.
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Post by Jaime "Blue Beetle" Reyes on Apr 9, 2013 21:05:22 GMT -5
Jaime was freaking out. First time ever in New York City and he disintegrates a back alley. This was just great. This bug was nothing but problems. It constantly tried to kill people or zap him into other dimensions or just plain out destroy things. Khaji Da was a certifiable psychopath. And she was constantly in his head. All the time. Hearing every single thought, every single second. It was downright disturbing. Jaime Reyes, I the scarab began. However, before she could even finish Jaime's anger boiled up. He couldn't hold it in anymore. "Zip it, Khaji Da! I'm done with it. I don't care about whatever it is you have to say," he blurted out heatedly cutting off the scarab as she telepathically communicated with him. Someone approaches, Jaime Reyes.
As the words went through his head he felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he silently gulped. Who could it be? Was it the guy from before? Had someone followed him? He had heard plenty of gruesome stories about the city and bad things that happened to some people. He highly doubted that they could hurt him, but still . . . what if he hurt them? Sure if the person was trying to hurt him or kidnap him or stab him or something along those lines they weren't good people in the slightest but he couldn't hurt someone like that. Not to mention he was afraid of how Khaji Da would react. Filled with tension, Jaime turned and locked eyes with a man. He seemed to look average and not too weird. Other than the gaudy, golden necklace on his chest. It seemed out of place with the other casual attire the man wore. Even though the man wore a comforting smile, Jaime wasn't anymore at ease. His words calmed him down a bit and his eyes widened as he watched the back alley reform. That was certainly good. But who was this guy? What did he want? If Jaime hadn't been through so much recently and if he wasn't so stressed and if he hadn't had an alien tech A.I. attached to his back Jaime wouldn't of had a single bad thought go through his mind. He was a pretty mellow person usually. But too much had happened in too short a time period. Things in his life had gotten very serious, very quickly.
Jaime had half a mind to manifest some kind of blaster or weapon. So far aliens were against him, the mob was against him, his best friends aunt was against him, the Justice League was against him and the Green Lanterns seemed to want him dead. He really hoped this Doctor Stephen Strange was one of the good guys. The Justice League and the Green Lantern Corps were supposed to be the good guys. Part of him still clutched to belief they were. Which unfortunately forced him to ask himself the question; Just what was this thing that had attached to him and what the hell had it dragged him into? But maybe, just maybe this Doctor Stephen Strange held the answer. Even if the name sounded like a stage name for a magician. It seemed Khaji Da didn't like or trust him a bit more than Jaime didn't trust him yet. Terminate him. Scans show that he is in tune with the art of magic. Preferred course of action: Strong Force Disruptor, fatal. Khaji Da said in an almost monotone voice. "No. No fatal weaponry," Jaime said flatly and snappishly.
Jaime looked at the man's hand and shook it. What should he call himself. What should he say? He had to say something, but his name? What if he turned out to be bad. As he shook his hand the Blue Beetle armor covered him and he said the first thing that came to mind. "I'm Blue Beetle." Sure he hadn't decided to take up the hero game or continue the Blue Beetle legacy. But he wasn't going to give some random guy his name. What if they were after his Scarab? Or out to get him? Then they'd be able to look him up and find out everything about him. He could hurt his family. He let go of the handshake and backed up forming a non-lethal energy cannon on his right arm and pointed it at the man shaking slightly. He didn't want to hurt anyone. But he couldn't be sure he was on his side. "You're not with the Justice League are you," he asked?
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Post by Doctor Stephen Strange on Apr 29, 2013 22:35:27 GMT -5
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"Something old and blue, hm?" He asked, still focused on the exoskeleton armor covering the young boy. Was it like a parasite? Some sort of relic? It certainly didn't seem like it was... wanted. More research would have to be done in regards to the scarab that rested in Jaime, but now it was more important for Stephen to earn the boy's trust. Without trust there was no way that the older man's curiosity would be sated. He tapped his finger to his lips and smoothed down his goatee. "So, how did this," He motioned over Jamie's frame, "Happen?" How all of it came to pass could be important to figure out what was going on.
Stephen's head tilted around, wanting a better look. "Why don't you give me a turn? Promise I won't touch anything." He said with a smile, stepping back and locking his hands behind his back. A promise was a promise and he really didn't feel like fighting this kid, or getting his face melted off.
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Post by Jaime "Blue Beetle" Reyes on May 1, 2013 19:50:52 GMT -5
Despite the gentle smile given by the sorcerer supreme, Jaime was still hesitant. He still didn’t trust the man. Sure, Jaime was prone to believe in the best usually and if the events in his life hadn’t unfolded the way he had he would have trusted the man in front of him immediately. But no. Sure he smiled. But that was just a facial expression. Anything could be hidden behind it. And Jaime sure as hell wasn’t just going to trust him without reason to. But this man could be his only ticket out of the mess he’d got himself out of. If he was telling the truth that was. He didn’t have many options and wasn’t exactly in a position to decide the terms. He also wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t allied with the Justice League. He apparently knew Doctor Fate. Which wasn’t a good sign. He could become allied with them. And Jaime not only didn’t trust the JLA, he wanted nothing to do with them. He was doing his best to keep his cool, but to be honest he had never been so scared or angry in his life. The scarab had attached to him and he had gone to outer space with them to help defeat Brother Eye and was sucked into the Bleed as Khaji Da registered the Green Lantern with them as a threat. Next thing he knew a year passed in a few minutes and he fell down in the desert with Guy Gardner trying to kill him
So yeah, Jaime wasn’t exactly peachy with the Justice League at the moment with their members trying to murder him and all. He didn’t know why. He didn’t necessarily care either. He just wanted to be left alone. He wanted no part of the hero world or their League and he wished they’d leave him out of it. Well, maybe that wasn’t true. To be honest, it wasn’t just the fact that he was a good person or that he felt responsible that made him struggle with whether or not to become a hero. He actually liked certain things. For the most part he really enjoyed helping defeat Brother Eye. Even if it was nerve wracking. And, let’s face it, flying was pretty cool.But there were more cons than pros. Destroy the sorcerer Jaime Reyes! He must die! Jaime frowned as he looked over Doctor Strange. He wasn’t going to kill him. Jaime wasn’t that kind of person. He didn’t have it in him.
“No, Khaji Da.” He said calmly with a bit of irritation in his voice. As if someone had opened the door a crack to his irritation. You are the Host, you must comply. The voice was almost monotone though he felt as if he heard a bit of anger or annoyance in it. He felt Khaji Da trying to take control of the armor though he immediately fought it back mentally. “I said no Khaji Da!” Jaime snapped at the A.I. angrily. He is a threat to our survival and must be terminated. The voice was a bit frantic, albeit somewhat monotone still. Jaime face palmed. He very well knew how Khaji Da felt about magic as a whole. It seemed to anger him. It caused something to snap. As if it freaked him out. He figured there were very few things Khaji Da couldn’t counter very efficiently and magic was one of them. He wondered if thats how kryptonians felt towards kryptonite. Jaime looked down at his feet for a moment flustered as he just noticed he had had a miniature freakout talking to himself in front of the man. He must seem like a freak. He really hated it when this happened. He had to get used to talking in his head because this was getting out of hand.
Jaime was hesitant to tell Doctor Strange anything. But if the man could help him he supposed the information he asked for wasn’t harmful in anyway. This seemed to awaken Khaji Da again though. Tell him nothing. He knows too much already! Jaime was getting more and more irritated. Khaji Da just rubbed him the wrong way. He figured she felt the same way towards him. Yes, Jaime had ultimately decided the A.I. Khaji Da was a she. She had his mothers voice, albeit that disturbed him very much. Hearing his mother telling him to kill things. It made his skin crawl. “Got alien armor . . . dunno how it works. Got an alien rock inside my body. . . can’t get it out . . . went into outer space n’ helped the them . . . went missing for a year . . . but now the JLA hate me, gonna kill me . . . I’m the Blue Beetle.” Jaime said it in a bit of an irritated tone, but said it almost casually. He was trying not to aggravate himself more. He had to tell him to call him something and he sure as hell wasn’t giving the man his real name so he could track him and his family down and harm them. This was his problem and he wasn’t bringing his parents or sister or friends into it. Sure he told them about ti, but he didn’t want them in harms way. Blue Beetle was the first thing that came to mind. Jaime was hesitant to turn his back on the man, but he figured with Khaji Da he could defend himself. Even if he didn’t really understand how it worked. He figured that he had to lenient though. He had to give a little if the guy had any chance of helping him. It was unfortunate Jaime didn’t know that there was no actual way to get it out of him without killing him. It would have saved a hell of a lot of time. So Jaime hesitantly turned to let him look at him.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
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