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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.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Stark Expo - Opening Number (OPEN)
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Apr 12, 2013 20:24:53 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]The stage was set up, the lights were fixed onto it, the whole of Central Park and the nearby streets had been cleared to make room for the exhibitions. All aspects of Stark International had been represented. Accutech had its own street corner, showing off its most recent projects on flesh-healing serum and Haztech. Fujikawa, Stark International's newest subsidiary had booths all around another area, proclaiming their advances in space technology including a virtual model of a new rocket they'd dubbed the Y-69, as well as a radiation-resistant alloy that Stark was eager to use in his next set of armor. It would make space travel and combat a lot easier. In a third area of the expo were the projects that Stark personally had worked on including a holographic projector that gave his A.I., JARVIS, a face. There was also the energy shield device that Stark had developed, yet to be named, for use specifically by Captain America, but it could be used by just about anyone if the nanobots were in the user's system. The nanobots monitored the user's bio signs and effectively "read the mind" of the person they were in, connecting wirelessly with the energy shield mounted on the user's wrist or hand. Admittedly, the design was not an original one. Stark had gotten the idea from the way the Lanterns used condensed subatomic particles in the form of energy constructs with their ring devices. The difference with Stark's energy shield was that it could only take the shape of a few different items at present, like Captain America's vibranium shield, and it refueled using solar power, not some magical lamp. Along with the grand opening of the Maria Stark Foundation was the Stark Heart Foundation, inspired by the Man of Iron himself, whose heart was in constant danger. Using arc reactor technology, Stark International was making leaps in the medical industry. Soon pacemakers were to be no more. But what Tony Stark was really excited about were none of these projects, but something that he had worked on secretly with one dorky teenage genius- Peter Parker. No one, not even Pepper Potts herself, knew about the top-secret project that had gone on behind the doors of a Sector that didn't exist. At least, no one knew until today. It wasn't Tony Stark that donned the stage to a cacophony of noise from the hundreds of people that had flocked to the expo today. It was Iron Man. In a flash of fireworks, the Man of Iron soared over the crowd, low enough to toss papers around and mess up hair-dos. When he landed on stage, purposely bending his knees to skid across the glossy surface, the crowd screamed. AC/DC's "Back in Black" was drowned out by the ruckus the crowd was making. Iron Man turned, glowing white eyes scanning beyond the stage. He walked about the stage a bit, pointing and winking at the crowd, waving to select members of the group below him that he recognized, and making rude gestures at one James Rhodes who was reluctantly in attendance today way at the back. After the cheering and laughter had subsided, the final fireworks exploded above and fire shot up from the cannons in the back of the stage. Iron Man's arms raised to the sky as the stage spun him around to show off his latest armor, Mark VIII, which was not only infused with trace amounts of vibranium to reinforce it, but had a brand spankin-new HUD (which was on display somewhere in the expo) which integrated the new software and the new futuresight macros that he had been working on with Peter Parker. Tony stood center-stage as his helmet retracted and blinked a few times before greeting his audience with a wave. He spoke into his mic: "Welcome to the Stark Expo 2013!"Again the crowd roared and Tony had to wait for the noise to die down. "Welcome to the expo that combines the greatness of the world's most intelligent minds. Welcome to the expo that poses the question, "How can we better our world for the future generation through science?" Welcome to the expo that has given us so many advances in technology they can't even be numbered and welcome," he paused to let the audience cheer, "to my father's dream of the future!"It was standard to credit his father at the expo. After all, without Howard Stark there would have been no expo, no Iron Man technology, and no Starkantium which was keeping Tony alive currently. Even if the junior Stark detested his father, the rest of the world didn't. "I realize that I'm breaking tradition today," Stark continued, "by staying in the Iron Man suit, but what I have to showcase right now requires it. Because this is not just the opening announcements. It's not just me standing here, telling you about all the cool things Stark International is up to or spotlighting certain projects or subsidiaries like Accutech and Fujikawa." He smiled. The audience laughed. "No, right now I am about to unveil something that this world has never seen before. Something that makes all technological advances up until this point seem like baby steps in mankind's history. Something that even my father, Howard Stark himself, never dreamed of doing."After hushed whispers and sounds of awe from the audience, the crowd went deathly quiet in anticipation for what Tony was about to reveal. The Man of Iron kept talking as he walked to one side of the stage while the floor of the other side opened up and three large military-grade turrets rose out of it. Confused by the entrance of weapons technology at an expo run by a man who'd stopped making weapons, the audience watched in silence. "I have worked on this project personally," said Tony Stark, "with a young man who's almost as intelligent as me," he continued, receiving a laugh from the crowd. "The new integrated software uses what I call futuresight macros in order to predict what the enemy is going to do next. What weapons they are going to fire, where they are going to aim, and what defense and retaliation moves the suit should make in response. Basically, it tells the future. Imagine how much safer our world would be if we were able to predict what the other guy was going to do and defend against it."The helmet clanked down over his face and the eyes of the Iron Man suit lit up again as the crowd murmured. "Using enhanced prediction capabilities based on the analysis of the weapon or opponent's systems, the suit can give me data on what the chances are of the combat moves the enemy will make next. Jarvis lists percentages and I can make my next move based on that information. Just watch."He lifted up a hand. "Colonel James Rhodes, would you please do me the honor of shooting my ass off the stage?" He shouted and chuckled. The weapons took aim at Stark and fired randomly, sometimes all at once, sometimes in chaotic patterns that couldn't be tracked, all aimed at different parts of the Iron Man suit. Within fractions of a second, JARVIS had information for Tony about where those energy blasts were going and directed the suit away from them, putting up shields to block the ones he couldn't avoid. Tony fired up the repulsors to attack back, destroying each gun individually with his blasts as the crowd went wild. Tony raised a hand to his face. The helmet retracted once again. He blew off his fingers like a cowboy blowing the smoke from the barrel of his gun. He landed on stage again as the audience screamed and cheered, and let his automated systems extract the pieces of armor from his body, leaving him in his black tuxedo and tie. He took a bow and thanked the audience, allowing them to finish clapping and cheering before the rest of the night's activities went on. Now that that was over, Tony needed a drink. His body hurt and he was worn out. It was time to relax and enjoy the expo. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. |
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Post by Gino "Indigo" Perry on Apr 13, 2013 10:36:48 GMT -5
The expo intro was probably the grandest thing Gino had ever seen. By the time it was over, he was already being pushed towards the great outdoors with the rest of the expo-goers. He didn’t get time off like this often, but when he did, it was greatly appreciated. Especially if it meant going to see the Stark Expo. He’d missed the opportunity to go and see it the last time, due to needing a job. He was glad that he had a job now, and it was a pretty good job too. He had some new friends, a nice place to live, and the pay. Oh, the pay. It was enough to get him to Disney World and have a great time. He loved Disney World a lot, but it paled in comparison next to the great Stark Expo. There was so much technology and lots of sciencey things for all to see! Admittedly, Gino wasn’t a big fan of science. It made his brain hurt. He preferred art. Looking at pretty pictures and making up stories, in his very nice opinion, was a lot more fun than splitting atoms or dissecting poor innocent frogs. Seriously, what did frogs do to deserve being cut up and getting their organs extracted?
He calmed his inner animal rights activist in order to properly enjoy the park. He wandered over to a food stand and bought a big ol’ bucket of popcorn. It was probably the best popcorn he had ever tasted in the history of ever. While he did appreciate the popcorn, he couldn’t help but wonder if it had been genetically modificated in some way. This was a big science fair, after all. It wouldn’t really be out of place. Not that he was complaining, of course. It was amazing popcorn. He continued to pop little bits of popcorn into his mouth as he wandered the park, drinking in the sights and sounds of the expo. Not literally drinking it up, as that would be a bit weird.
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Post by Amber Lee on Apr 13, 2013 15:10:48 GMT -5
From where she watched backstage, Amber couldn't help but appreciate the showmanship that Tony displayed when dealing with the large crowd of people who had assembled to observe the opening of the Stark Expo. They all seemed rather eager to learn what it was that Tony had to show them before they were all encouraged to venture out into the expo itself and explore what else it had to offer. And that was exactly what they seemed to do, she observed, watching as they all looked with awed expressions at the demonstration before they quickly headed toward the doors and into the night, leaving Tony alone on the stage. A quick look to a wandering stage hand and the boy was off getting the drink that she knew to have ready for when Tony stepped out of sight, certain that he would want to enjoy his own moments of the expo without the crowds surrounding him as they were sure to do the instant he stepped into the sight again. "Please don't forget the towel," she told the stage hand, pointing to the pre-set things that she had laid out on a table nearby. He was sure to want that when the suit came off.
Pepper had left her with strict instructions to see to the presentation at the beginning of the night to ensure that things went according to plan. Of course, she worked for Pepper before she worked directly for Tony, and in theory she should have been with Pepper the entire time, but Amber understood how important it was for the entire opening to go off without a hitch. And in light of recent events, she was determined to prove that she could be trusted with such a thing despite her youth. Her dark eyes looked down at the clipboard in her hands before she crossed a few things off of her list and scribbled something else down, pausing for only a moment before she finished the thought and then looked up again. She'd wisely chosen to pin her hair back from her face so that it would not interfere with her vision as she wandered around backstage making sure things went smoothly, her outfit meant to allow for the best mobility possible without degrading her position.
But now it was all done, she thought to herself as she began to breathe a little. The expo had officially been opened and people were already heading out to discover what lay in store for them. That meant that her duties for the night would end as soon as Tony had dismissed her, at which point she was either free to return home or explore the expo herself, a choice she had yet to make. It would be wise to return home and rest up for the following days ahead, but part of her was genuinely curious to see what was out there, waiting to be seen. After all, Stark was a genius...she couldn't even begin to imagine what else he had planned.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Apr 13, 2013 16:43:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][style=float:left] [style=width:165px; height:126px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; padding-top:10px; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; overflow:auto; margin-top:5px] Tags: Stark Expo :: Everyone Words: 465 Notes: I'm Back... [/style][style=width:225px; height:290px; background-color:220077; padding:5px; text-align:justify; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:12px; color:A1A1A1; letter-spacing:-1px; float:right; overflow:auto][style=width:185px; background-color:A1A1A1; padding:5px; border:10px solid #333333; text-align:center; font-family:blairmditc tt; font-size:15px; color:0C0029; font-style:bold; letter-spacing:0px; margin-bottom:5px]Clint "HAWKEYE" Barton No one had seen the likes of him in a few weeks ar least; Clint wouldn't have been surprised if someone had thought he had died in that time. He was gone, pretty much, while the dust of confusion whirled around the destroyed SHIELD agency. He could be accused of deserting but the truth was that he had needed these last few days to get a hold of himself and pick the pieces of himself back up. He had retreated to somewhere- where, he wouldn't divulge- and taken control of his life again. Now he could go back out in public. Actually, even if he hadn't felt like he was emotionally stable enough, he would have showed up to Stark Expo. After all, Tony had absolutely insisted that everyone be here months before it was even scheduled. So, now here Hawkeye was, chatting with people and grabbing glasses of champagne to keep his spirit up. There were so many people here- all of them eager to see what the tech genius was going to invent and publicize this year. All of them, just normal civilians, interested in the sciences and the night lights of the Expo. It was so interesting being down here, and not at some high status, just one of the masses. He wasn't quite going to present himself to the VIP entrance yet; Clint wasn't sure how they would deal with his arrival, and the attitude toward SHIELD agents.
Iron Man's entrance made him jump a little bit, but it wasn't evident except for a slight widening of his eyes. Quickly, he excused himself from the conversation he was in the middle of, and strolled over to a spot where he could watch Stark without having to crane his neck. The crowd cheered all around and with interest he observed the going-ons, and Stark's show-off attitude. As always, the same Tony. At least that wasn't different. When the artillery came out, like everyone else Clint was confused for a moment. But then his sharp eyes picked out Hammer Industries on the side of the weapons. Instantly Clint relaxed. It must be something about the armor. And it was. The "futuresight macros" was pretty impressive, not to mention that it was a coordination project between Peter Parker and the Starkio. Anything those two thought up was going to be a big hit.
For a second, Clint's eyes were diverted to a young man, munching merrily from a popcorn bucket. Picking him out of the crowd, he realized that it was Gino Perry. Another SHIELD agent. That was good; at least some of his friends and coworkers were still around. He had an urge to go talk but ignored it for the second, turning his attention back to the small speech Tony was giving.[/style][/style][/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2013 1:30:49 GMT -5
Bruce never liked attending events like these, but since he'd received an invitation directly from Tony Stark, he couldn't refuse. The good doctor was very nervous with large crowds, because of his other side. Banner couldn't believe how many citizens of New York had attended the event, but there was no surprise. Everyone loved Iron man, and everything that came with him. The inventions, the swag, the sex appeal, everything about Stark was immaculate. Everything that was going on right now, was for a good cause. The decorations and lighting of the transformed Central Park, turned out beautiful.
Bruce walked away from the food vendors, munching on the amazing funnel cake. He loved funnel cake, and could catch the scent as soon as he arrived. He held the styrofoam plate up near his mouth, not wanting to get any powdered sugar on the new tux. He walked by the large Accutech showing, and witnessed the Haztech which would've been very beneficial to society in the near future. Banner continued walking farther down the park, past large clumps of people. He came across the familiar inventions, created by none other than Tony Stark himself. Bruce was very quick to point out a holographic shield created for Captain America. He raised his eyebrows at the site of the shield, and only wondered how Stark came up with such an idea. Before Bruce could look at any other inventions, the applause erupted quickly as Tony Stark himself came onto stage. He watched from afar, causing the doctor to move up closer to the stage. Bruce squinted his eyes at a man from afar, and noticed it was Clint Barton. He smiled widely as he threw the styrofoam plate in the trash, and walked over to where he was standing.
Bruce crept up closer to Barton, but spotted Agent Gino Perry in the process. The familiar faces began to excite the good doctor, because he was alone for a good hour. He stood next to Barton as he listened to Stark's opening speech. Clint Barton was one hell of an agent, and had the best eyesight he'd ever seen. "Barton" he spoke as he leaned over, crossing his arms while looking up at Tony. The amount of people in the crowd was drastically high, causing Banner to get more nervous by the second. It was a good thing he was on his medicine or else the Hulk would've crashed the party within seconds of it even starting.
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Post by Matthew Merrick on Apr 16, 2013 2:58:04 GMT -5
Matthew was fashionably late to the opening of the Stark Expo. Personally, he didn't like going to any extravagant event that didn't involve him. He didn't like not being the center stage; he hated it when the spotlight was on someone else. However, it would be good publicity for Merrick Inc. It would look good for him if he went. Matthew Merrick knew all about Tony Stark...about how stopped making weapons...even though he basically made one of the strongest weapons the world has ever known and kept it for himself. To Matt, that outfit of Stark's seemed to change time and time again, which meant that not only has he saved that weapon for himself...he keeps it upgrading it. Matt thought the idea was funny. For someone as smart as Stark to have to keep making corrections to his little toy simply meant that he didn't do a good job in the first place. Matt chuckled as he finally got himself off of his expensive couch to go and get ready. He had hoped this this stupid expo would be worth his time...and even if it wasn't, he hoped that he would find someone good looking to take home with him for the night, at least... Matt took his sweet time getting ready. After he was done, he found himself in the mirror in a black suit jacket with a silk blue dress shirt and black tie and shined black shoes. Matt, at first, wanted to be driven there but he figured that he should show off one of his rides so he decided to take his Mercedes. As he grabbed the keys and walked down the stairs, he wondered what and who would be at the expo. Matt was away on vacation when the madman attacked New York with his weird alien soldiers. Matt figured that if he were a "bad guy", he would attack the expo and make an attempt on all the new technology that different companies from around the world would be debuting at the event. To Matt, it was unfortunate that "evil" didn't have Matt on its side, they would be able to accomplish so much if he were with them. However, then again, who was to say that Matt wouldn't play ball? Matt knew very well how he was when it came to choosing sides. His evil uncle said that there are no sides, no good or evil; they are only two different perspectives. His uncle thought him to simply choose the perspective that will get you to where you want to be and give you what you are searching for. It didn't matter who stood for what. As long as Matt got his prize, the world can burn for all he cared. The only time Matt will have a problem is if his goals were being sabotaged by the actions of others. Thing was, Matt didn't know what he wanted at this point. He had everything already, what could one that has everything want anyway? Matt was not oblivious to who he was and what he had. He knew that he had it all but he wasn't complete yet, he needed to find his goal. He needed ambition... Sooner rather than later, Matt found himself in his car, heading to the expo. Matt found himself thinking about his parents...and how they were killed by mutants. Matt thought it to be too much for him to go after every single mutant because of the death of his parents. That would be bad for his image; he was a modern man, he couldn't risk destroying his image and flushing his company's reputation down the toilet due to acts like that. After a while, Matt parked his beautiful car and walked on in to find Tony in the middle of the speech. Matt rolled his eyes, hoping that he would have been late enough to miss his speech and just skip to Matt talking with various heads of companies to further his own company's goals. He watched Stark's whole demonstration...and laughed at Stark on the inside, letting a smug smirk creep onto his face. He was still upgrading the suit. If he did a good job on it the first time, he wouldn't have had to work on it over and over again. Matt thought it was pathetic. After the demonstration was over, Matt scanned the crowd and found a curvy brunette in a form-fitting black dress. The brunette connected eyes with Matt and smiled...and that was when Matt figured that maybe...just maybe, this night wouldn't be such a bust after all...
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You've spun your last web, Spider-Man
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on Apr 16, 2013 3:19:29 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
The Stark Expo opening ceremony, it was nothing more and nothing less then a testament to the man's very ego. He watched, simply unamused at the preceding. Did this man have nothing better to do then show off what people already had seen. No doubt the public would eventually grow tired of seeing the flashy playboy and turn upon him at the first chance given. Norman simply stood with his arm folded across his chest and holding his drink.
Completely un-phased when the man of iron flew lowly over head. Oh the things he could do with armor such as that. The potential he could unlock from such an invention would blow anything Stark could dream of out of the water. Tony Stark was merely a man trying to be a god. As Norman knew he himself was a god amongst insects.
Norman was however not impressed at the display of the suits predictive functions. It was merely mocking the reflexes of a human. He could do that, Spider-man could do that. Hell Any number of the mutated humans held the same ability. In fact he turned and started to walk away from the display before the man made further fool of himself.
Of course being a titan of industry himself, Norman paused every now and then to talk with people or a photo here and there. Regardless that he was the Green Goblin, he had a Image to uphold. An Pumpkin bombs were not cheap to manufacture. However he couldn't help but smirk into the rim of his glass when he laid eyes upon two of the avengers in the crowd. One was a monster and the other was only as good as many arrows he could carry.
Oh the Fun a goblin could have with a simple bomb. Maybe Later.
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Post by Lois Lane on Apr 22, 2013 20:55:08 GMT -5
So this was the expo she had been hearing so much about. It all seemed so... much. She got it. Technology was great, check out all the advancements we're making. Seriously, though, wasn't there a less show-offy way of making advancements known? To her, the whole thing seemed like some giant, underserved pat on the back. But she had heard the thing was not a new show, and was a staple for the other world. Maybe that was what really had her up in arms. It was easy to say there was nothing wrong with the world's merging out of the blue, but in reality... it made her nervous. Who wasn't concerned about something so massive? So of course things connected to 'that side' had her feeling really uneasy.
Still, she didn't want to ruin her own time. If not for her mind forcing her to think skeptic things, she probably would have been really enjoying herself. A hero making himself known and proving his merit to the world? It was just the kind of thing she enjoyed, even though it did seem far over the top. It was needed. Heroes needed to be less shadowy and more ready to prove themselves. Not in a 'here's my secret identity, have at me' kind of way, of course, but maybe not in a 'I am the night' kind of way, either. There had to be a happy medium in there somewhere.
There was one tights wearing super hero she felt had a pretty good level of hero and reachable being, but maybe she was just a LITTLE bit biased in that regard.
She watched the show and the spectacles with mixed levels of enthusiasm, her interest in the events growing slowly as she began to relax more and more without the crowd of people. They were probably from both dimensions, and they were all getting along just fine. It was time to calm down and start thinking like all those stories she had been writing about not being afraid and thinking of it as a good thing. Somehow, it seemed more difficult when it was staring at you right in the face.
Maybe she just needed to find a place to get a drink. That ought to get her to calm down more than anything else. Thinking only seemed to be making her heart beat faster. Alcohol would help with that, right?
Thankfully, she wasn't there as a reporter, only as a spectator. There had been other reporters who had jumped to claim the story right when they had first started hearing about the expo. That was fine. She didn't need to have a front page story every week. Okay, well, she did, but she would let it slide this one time, if only because she couldn't see herself writing a coherent story with her own emotions getting in the way of everything. It was never a good idea to take things too personally in writing. The lack of muse she would feel would have surely kept her up for hours.
And no one needed a cranky, sleep-deprived Lois.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Apr 22, 2013 21:57:43 GMT -5
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Anyway, back to the situation at hand. The sharpshooter banished his train of thought and set his concentration on Bruce.[/style][/style][/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2013 0:22:53 GMT -5
Steve was delighted to see so many people present at Stark's Opening. Everything about the Central Park theme reminded himself of the carnivals they used to have back in the old days. Steve walked down the line of vendors, and tried every single snack you would've imagined. He continued walking down the line, until he spotted something that made him drop his hotdog straight to the grass. A holographic Vibranium Shield was being shown at the booth from afar, causing him to make his way over to see what it was all about. He couldn't believe that Tony had altered the world with nanomachines, that could have been controlled through the mind. He knew Otto Octavius created this, because he could control the tentacles with nanomachines.
Steve turned around in a jolt, as the deafening fireworks shot from their canons. He looked up and saw Tony Stark in the suit, loving every second of the attention. The cheers mostly came from women, but everyone was giving the Iron Man a big round of applause. Steve was also clapping, making him draw closer to the stage. This was Stark’s big moment, the Opening Number, the big Kabang of the Expo. This Opening Number would of officially kicked off the start of the Auctions, which were to happen later on. Steve was still worried about performing his little strip tease for the bidders, because this was the other side of Steve Rogers you would rarely see. Before Steve could get any closer, he spotted a familiar face. Lois Lane. Steve turned his attention towards the woman who was once again alone, causing him to walk over to her side.
"Well well, I didn't think you appreciated these types of events" he spoke with a small grin as he turned his attention back to Stark who unveiled a large turret like machine. His eyes squinted at the large machinery, making him wonder what the hell it was. Steve shook his head a little, wondering why Stark was back in the weapon making business. The weapon making business was something Stark loathed, and regretted doing. He then let the Iron man finish, making him realize it wasn't a weapon at all. It was one hell of a defense system, that would've prepared the heroes for anymore invasions. This masterpiece was something the Star Spangled Avenger had to give a round of applause for.
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on May 3, 2013 10:43:26 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Offstage came Tony Stark, swiping a towel from a stage hand to pat the sweat beading on his forehead. He was a little too lost in his thoughts to notice Amber nearby and accidentally let his "cover" slip by wincing at the pain in his ribs. When he reached up to touch the area tenderly, he finally noticed her standing there and immediately dropped his hand.
"Miss... Lee," he stopped himself from using the name he really wanted to use. Instead, he gave her a small smile and strolled over to the drink she'd had prepared for him. Taking it from her, Tony's eyes focused on her while he took a sip, a faraway look in them. But as soon as the whiskey touched his tongue the look was gone, replaced by an "Mmmm" from the mouth of Stark.
"That is some good booze. Glenfiddich Rare. I'm impressed, Miss Lee. Pepper must have taught you about my tastes well." He chuckled. The Glenfiddich was saved for only the most special occasions. Pepper must be thinking about him.
"So, d'you get stuck babysitting then? I told Pepper the act would go off without a hitch, but you know how she gets. Anyway, I'm all done here. Well, not all done. But onstage I am anyway- well... not if I get drunk enough. You know what? What I'm trying to say is that you're dismissed." Tony finally finished and looked at her. "Thank you for your help, Miss Lee." There was still a way that he said her name that had a different feeling than any other names he said.
He turned to walk away when his left leg suddenly gave out and he stumbled, only catching himself on a nearby stack of crates. The liquid in his glass sloshed a little bit, but Tony was careful not to spill much.
What the hell? He stood there for a moment as the feeling came back to his leg and shook his head a bit. Immediately he wanted to run a full-body scan on himself, to find out what the hell was making his nerves react so strangely, but he still had an audience.
Tony turned and flashed Amber a small smile. "Okay, I admit it. This is not the first drink I've had tonight," he lied smoothly. Then he punctuated it by raising his eyebrows and taking another drink. "And it sure as hell won't be my last."
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Post by Amber Lee on May 5, 2013 9:11:23 GMT -5
With the opening ceremony now drawn to a close on Tony's part, Amber knew it was time for her to start playing her own. She observed everything with careful eyes, watching for the smallest of details to ensure that everything went as planned and stood where it was required so that the backstage area was not only manageable, but in the working order that Tony would want it in. But when he started off stage and into the wings, Amber briefly thought that she saw him touching a spot on his chest near his ribcage and turned her head to look more closely in his direction. She frowned a little when she saw that his hand was back at his side, wondering if perhaps it had been a figment of her imagination. Either way, she supposed it didn't really matter at that moment, for Tony had noticed her and strolled over in her direction using the name that she knew wouldn't come easily to his tongue. "Miss Potts didn't want anything left out that you might require, Mr. Stark."
Yes, Pepper had been rather thorough in the instructions that she had left for Amber to follow, which had only made her job that much easier when it came down to actually completing her tasks. His comment on the brand of whisky that she had given him meant absolutely nothing to her as she was not yet legally old enough to drink, nor did she really care for the idea of doing so. But it seemed to help Tony at times at keeping his nerves calm, so she supposed it couldn't be entirely bad. Amber merely nodded when he mentioned how Pepper must have trained her well to his tastes, knowing that she really knew nothing about what it was that he liked aside from being a hero and tinkering with the inventions his mind could create. And yet, as she stood there...had he looked at her differently? It seemed like such a strange question to ask of herself at a time like this, but it seemed that since Tony had first hacked into the old file to discover the truth about her, there was always something more bubbling behind his eyes when he looked upon her. She never saw it when he was dealing with any of his other employees, though he didn't really have much to do with anyone aside from Pepper and herself, she supposed. So what was it that he saw? Or didn't see? He was quick to pull his ramblings in and dismiss her for the day before he turned around to walk away, leaving Amber to nod her acknowledgement and set the clipboard down as she prepared to gather her things.
It was the crashing sound that caught her attention and caused her head to snap around, seeing that Tony had made it barely twenty feet from her before he was hunched over and gripping a stack of crates rather tightly to keep himself upright. There didn't seem to be anyone else backstage now to notice except for herself, her eyes wide in alarm as she took the first few steps toward him out of concern. She stopped only when he turned his head to look at her, flashing her a bit of a grin when he told her that it wasn't the first drink that he had consumed that evening. Amber shook her head. She didn't buy it. "Maybe it's time for us to return to the house, sir," she said quickly, keeping her calm as she made her way over toward him and stood just in front of him, assessing his physical stance and face for signs of further trauma. Pepper would be furious if there was something wrong with Tony and he didn't immediately try to take care of it. She tended to worry like this, which Amber had noticed almost right away when it came to the dynamic of their relationship.
"Sir, if you don't want to tell me what's happening then that's fine," she murmured gently, stepping lightly to the side to try and ease his weight from the crates with her shoulder as she locked her knees in preparation. "But if you know there's something wrong...please go back to the house. You've done your part to open the Expo, nobody expects to see you again for a while. You need to rest." Saving the excuse of his girlfriend for later if required, Amber was rather grateful to remember that her cell phone was sitting nearby, so that she could get ahold of Happy if she needed his help with Tony. Or even Colonel Rhodes, for that matter, as Pepper had seen fit to install his number into the device for emergency purposes. "Please, Mr. Stark."
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Post by Aldrich Killian on May 9, 2013 21:29:03 GMT -5
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Aldrich always had a knack for being unnoticed. He was the faceless CEO of a corporation, and that was just how he liked it. For now at least. However when his project was complete, and the unfortunate bugs kinked out he would make anything Stark ever put on the market look like last weeks sushi. There would be no more need for expensive treatments, no need for prosthetics. No need for Stark to have an Arc Reactor.
The very thought had caused Aldrich to quiver with excitement. How Ironic it would be, Stark, the every man who spurred him nearly over a decade ago, life would be improved by his invention. The very same advance that he owed his over improvement to. No matter, he would have his time.
Aldrich walked through the crowd, making his way towards the back of the vendor stalls. His own slick appearance and good looks allowed him to easily by pass security checks. They assumed him to be one of the owners. The lock of the back door was another matter entirely. One easily solved by one of Killian's more unique abilities.
As luck may have it, by the time he made his way around back he caught Tony's little fumble into the crates and it seemed he was not alone either. A young woman was with him. "Stark," His voice was nothing of what Tony would more then likely remember. Along with his appearance. "Did finally manage to run Miss Potts off?" He asked sarcastically. Quite pleased with himself. The girl was of little interest.
"I suppose you don't remember me. I mean how could I expect you to. I'm not the man I once was, It seems though." He paused for a moment to take pleasure in Stark's clear pain and discomfort. "you haven't changed much since that night in Switzerland"
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Post by Virgina "Pepper" Potts on May 12, 2013 0:27:01 GMT -5
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If Pepper had seen the trip she ignored it. Tony was stretching himself thin and mistakes were likely to happen, but she was here to cover his holes. A smile in her eyes as she looked at Amber, what a good assistant she had turned out to be. "Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Killian?" She felt the tension between the two of them, Tony and Aldrich. It was obviously there and she cast a subtle glance to Amber, hoping that they had worked enough together that she would understand the movement to mean 'watch the two of them, they could kill each other'.
As she turned her head she smiled, feeling another good assistant passing by and depositing a Manhattan in her hand, "Well, now that's service." She teased a little with that bright, white smile again. She pushed some of her long strawberry blonde hair from her face as she took a drink. A small content sigh came from her. All this time of working day and night was catching up to her. This evening she was planning on letting Amber and the other assistants and help take a bit more control and enjoy the event for once with a drink in hand. She kept her bit of distance from Tony, not wanting to throw up any flags to the droves of media that they were together. It was getting closer to time that she would drop the story, but she was trying to find the right person. Someone either she or Tony owed a favor to.
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Post by The NPC on May 17, 2013 15:15:01 GMT -5
Joshua Helms Here he was, bright eyed and intrigued by his surroundings. Tony Stark out did himself this year. A hero auction of the world's finest. So many heroes under one roof and yet the snakes were still in the high grass. He was a man who appreciated any mind being used to it's potential, greater good or not. He, himself, was quite the intellect. He was the one Clyde Angeles approached to advance his plans. To through the world into chaos and allow it to spin out of control. The people would eat one another to survive. The mere thought of Herbert Spencer's Survival of the Fittest quote caused him to smirk, his fingers came up to twist the toothpick in his mouth. A quote developed by Herbert while most pinned it to Darwin, another person who toyed with evolution.
Some could say that was what Joshua did. In a little petrie dish did he combine several strands of bacteria, strands of things he was brought by HYDRA. The testing had showed mutations to the body, some good and some bad. It allowed those infected to either gain 'super powers' or it caused something to little effect. It wouldn't take to all living thing's DNA. Some would show no signs, some would have their body deteriorate from the inside, and others will have gained something extraordinary or something devastating. Helms was, of course, immune. He had created the virus which meant he had the anti-virus. It was a complex little formula but he didn't intend to give the first ingredient.
He moved on in the masses of people, just watching. He wasn't here on any accord but his own tonight. He wanted to expose himself to those who would be dead soon. To watch their lives as a voyer. None of them know. They were all blissfully ignorant to what nightmare laid waiting in the shadows. They'd be powerless against this form of biological warfare. He'd watch them all scrabble for power, for help, until their muscles relax and their last breath would be taken.
Soon little ducks, soon.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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