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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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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Mar 10, 2013 23:57:04 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Well, not so much as free as 50% off, but Peter would take what he could get. After all, this was SHIELD agent Danii Washington's masterpieces and Captain America's brainchild, works that he got to test run before the final product, and he could assure you, the menu at Steve's Diner was 100% United States of Delicious. And heck! Even the Amazing Spider-Man deserved some downtime every now and then, right?! What better place than the restaurant that catered to the big league, and no, he didn't mean baseball. It was known that the Avengers would dine in every so often, and Peter always hoped he could run into one of them here. Talk shop. Maybe even earn himself an invitation, but it seemed at this point they weren't taking applications for the A-Team. He was so sure after that Spidey-signal meet-and-greet that they would have given a call. No such luck for the spider.
He was starting to wonder if joining the Fantastic Four would be easier... Maybe a white and black costume.. Some color blocking along the sides.. it would look pretty cool actually. Sleek. Modern. Not dragging in the 1960s. Very Wall-E kinda stuff.
Anyways. Burgers. Yeah. That would make everything better. Good eats, cute waitresses, and the tunes of an era much simpler than this one. You know, ones that didn't have maniacs lurking around every alleyway with electricity powers, or tornado powers, or earthquakes, or fire, or from outer space or...
Right.
Burgers.
Must. Replenish. Health bar.
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Peter lowered himself on a webline upside down to the carryout window (as there was no drive through). The Star Spangled waitress was surprised to see him there so suddenly, but smiled nonetheless.
Man, he was so hungry. "I'll uh... take one of everything please!" though when he checked his spider pockets, he swore a moth just flew out. "Scratch that, just a D.C. Burger and a liberty shake please. Oooh, a combo option comes with Freedom fries? Well wobble my webs, I'd say you were my best friend today, Wendy."
☢ Tag: OPEN!!! | Words: 360- something | Outfit: Spider Suit! | Notes: GAAAAH STEVE'S. I GOT TO CHRISTEN IT. <333 You guys are still the best. 8| Ever.
& I know I have other tags to mow through BUT STEVE'S. STEEEEVES.[/style]
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Post by Gino "Indigo" Perry on Mar 11, 2013 15:41:43 GMT -5
Gino's costume cut a distinct figure through the crowd of regular people wearing regular clothes. Many of them gave him curious looks. They were probably just jealous because they didn't have such an epic costume as he did. Well, maybe that one guy did, but that was only because he was actually a shape-changing alien. He should probably call the office about that. Then again, it was his lunch break, despite Fury's insistence that SHIELD agents were always on the job. Besides, who was to say Fury didn't have someone on the job already? As a matter of fact, the blonde woman in the red dress was, so Gino left it alone. It was in SHIELD's capable hands, for now.
That was awkward, to say the least. Now, food was more important right now. He scoured the road for restaurants, but only one really caught his eye. This place called "Steve's Eatery". Could it be Steve as in Captain America Steve? Only one way to find out. He had to enter the belly of the beast, in a sense.
Only a few steps in, and Gino felt his mind go boom. This place was pretty much an amalgamation of everything he loved in a restaurant: good food, a brilliant atmosphere, and...Spiderman? No! That wasn't part of it! Or was it? Was that guy a waiter? Hard to say without reading some minds. Still, hunger called, and that took priority. "I'd like some liberty fries, curly of course. Curly is best. Alsooooo, a Nightwing Oreo Shake and, ooh, do you do toast at all? Can it be extra buttery?"
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Post by Adrienna "Ri" Eve on Mar 15, 2013 14:34:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] Is it safe inside my head? Songs to serenade the dead....
She was super. And she was a hero. And she was in costume. 1+1+1=3 and that meant that Adrienna was going to get her food at half price!
The calculations were easy. Math was her friend. Numbers liked her. They tickled her nose and made her sneeze but they were like bunny rabbits... only without the allergy part.
She held a five dollar bill tightly in her fist as she marched through the doors of Steve's Eatery. She'd heard about the new superhero-themed restaurant and thought for sure they would have some Spider-Man food.
She didn't care what it was. She was going to eat it. If it was good enough for Spider-Man, it was good enough for her. Even if it was icky broccoli. She hated broccoli but if Spider-Man liked it then she would learn to.
Adrienna stood in line behind a tall man ordering a Nightwing shake. She didn't know what a Nightwing was and she didn't much care either. After the man was done asking for toast and had moved to the side, Adrienna bounced up to the counter.
She laid down her five dollar bill and scanned the menu. She was in her Butterfly Girl costume today: all pink clothing with a lilac-colored towel for a cape and a cardboard-mask. It was her bestest costume yet and Adrienna was very proud of it.
Once she found the "Spiderguy Stickybuns", she pointed at it furiously with a grin crossing her face and a giggle escaping her lips. THAT was the thing she wanted. And it wasn't broccoli!
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Mar 15, 2013 16:37:38 GMT -5
Danii had been spending more time working on the restaurant since she found herself to be pregnant, it brought in some extra cash and it just felt so damn good to get away from the desk she had been confined to in the helicarrier. Not that she could really complain, after all it would have been both stupid and dangerous to take a mission in her current condition, and she was sure Wade wouldn't have appreciated it much either. Her need to do something with her time besides scribbling away at paperwork and staring at the cold grey walls had her annoying the poor Captain into finally getting the restaurant done and open.
She loved the way that it had come out, homey, kid friendly, but definitely a place for the adults to unwind and have fun too, considering the clientele they were catering to. The pool table and the bar had been her idea, as Steve wasn't exactly the drinking type, she let him pick all the music in the jukebox and the general decorating scheme as a trade off, only giving the feminine opinion every now and then when he asked for it, and just to make sure that things actually matched.
The blonde had put the menu together from scratch, and made the kitchen staff her slaves for a good month and a half to make sure they could make and bake every order perfectly, especially since she couldn't hang out in the kitchen as much as she would have liked, because of all the heat. Instead she made sure everything ran smoothly, greeting guests, chatting with the heroes and other SHIELD agents that would come in on lunch breaks to get the latest updates and occasionally took and filled a few orders while everyone asked about the growing baby bump that was becoming increasingly visible.
Waking past the carry out window Danii had to stop, oh she knew creeping spider very well, "Hey there Spiderman, how's it going?" She asked with a smile, turning to the waitress, "Add some stickybuns to that, on the house," They had been named after him after all, "So what do you think of the place? Not bad right?" Danii really was all smiles at the moment, hearing someone walk up behind Spidey she tilted her head, "Your one of the new SHIELD rookies right?" Putting the order in she was just about to let the other waitress do her job and flitter off to do something else when the cutest little girl she had ever seen walked in, in costume.
Que pregnant mommy hormones, she basically pushed Gino out of the way to get over to the adorable little girl, a plate of the Spiderguy Stickybuns in her hand that she had pulled out of the display case as she walked, crouching down so she was eye level with the little girl, "I love your costume! So what's your superhero name? I'm Lady Liberty," Danii asked, puffed up with pride and holding the plate of stickybuns out, she was the cutest thing ever!
[style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: You guys! Words: 534 Music: too lazy to put it here! Notes: Pregnant Danii is pregnant xD
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Post by Gino "Indigo" Perry on Mar 16, 2013 8:11:27 GMT -5
Gino looked up from fawning over the fact that this restaurant made toast. "Oh hey Agent Washington! Hey Agent Washington's kid!" Basic telepathy was such a useful power. Told one a lot of things about a person. Then again, he didn't need to employ his powers to tell that the best agent in the business was carrying a child. "Yep, guilty as charged." he said. "I just came her for my lu....bleyagh!" The inexplicable noise came as he was swept aside to let Danii get to another girl. Honestly, Gino couldn't blame her. The kid was the most adorable thing he had ever seen, and he'd grown up spending time around his dad's kitten.
To be fair, she'd probably gone over to the kid because of her costume. Somehow it made her seem even more adorable. Gino didn't know it beforehand, but he noticed that Daniii was really good with kids. He had a feeling that she was going to be a good mother. The father, on the other hand...well, it was Wade Wilson, and Gino couldn't read his mind. That was never a good thing, from Gino's experience. He liked to know what people were thinking. But that was a concern for another time. Now, lunch was important.
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Turn the anger into water Let it slip through our hands We all bleed red we all taste rain
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Post by T.J. "Blue Lantern" Carson on Mar 18, 2013 17:11:04 GMT -5
T.J. wasn't exactly having the best day. Being a Blue Lantern was a lot of hard work. Just today he had turned two stars back to the a new young age before they would die and collapse on themselves turning into a black hole. He had to restart a planets core. Don't even get him started on the amount of highway disasters he ahd prevented that day. It went on and on. And to think he thought he was going to have time to go to Korugar and study up on some physics. See how far they've gotten in Theoretical and Experimental Particle Physics. To see if they had proven the Unified Field Theory or String Theory. Boy was he wrong. This was the first time all day he wasn't preventing a disaster. But that was the cost of devoting yourself to the Universe. To hope. Spreading hope around the Universe wasn't exactly easy. But all that aside, he was still happy to be a member of the Blue Lantern Corps.
He had heard of a place called Steve's Eatery which in all honesty was any hero-worshiping nerds dream. A place where super heroes could go and get discounted meals and eat. He had heard the food was amazing too. He had even heard that . . . the avengers went there for food after big battles sometimes! T.J. had been a hero-worshiper his whole life. He had been a physics nerd his whole life. Getting an all-powerful ring of hope had changed little about him other than giving him quite a bit more courage. Though he was seeing more and more that the ring opened doors and opportunities beyond his wildest daydreams. And he was one incredibly imaginative person. That being said, T.J. had been looking forward to going to this super hero diner ever since he heard it was being built. He felt a knot of nervousness in his stomach. He could meet one of the Fantastic Four in there! Or one of the Avengers! Or one of the X-men! Or perhaps Spider-man the web-slinging protector of New York City, T.J.'s own home. He didn't want to embarrass himself or act like a fool in front of any of the other heroes. Especially being he was rather new to the hero game and many of the things he did were also in space. The last thing he wanted to happen was the staff not knowing who he was.
T.J. walked through the doors and his face lit despite the fact that he looked rather tired. His brown hair was more ruffled and unkempt than it normally was. He was wearing a standard Blue Lantern Corps uniform. He hadn't had much time lately to spend designing an outfit. But he'd get around to it some how. He looked obviously over-worked despite the smile on his face. Despite the fact that it was only lunch time he looked as if it were one a.m. and he was on his way home from a long day at work. But there was a legitimate reason for that. He had been travelling through space. You thought that the five or six hour time differences were bad? You don't even know the half of it. This man was dealing with planets with not only hour differences, but more likely most had completely different time to begin with. Years and minutes and hours weren't measured the same. It was a nightmare and it made his head spin trying to keep up with it. And he was going to MIT. This whole time thing was just insane.
The first thing he noticed were the female staff walking around in star spangled outfits. Then he noticed the amazing retro design. It really was cool. He had heard it was built off of the nostalgia of earths first superhero, Captain America. Well, his earth at least. He didn't know who was the first hero in the other universe. Vivid memories of tales told to him by his dad of the great war hero Captain American. His own father was a war veteran and a police officer in New York City and pretty much everyone who ever met his father was intimidated by the man. He would bet his life that just his fathers name would cause some prisoners to hide under their blankets. The guy's name was like taboo. Anyone who knew him shivered at it as if he might walk up behind you at any moment. His eyes then went to the bar. What I wouldn't give for a pint of Irish Mist right about now . . . T.J. thought to himself for a moment. He had heard that they had some pretty great drinks named after Tony Stark. But he was underage. Not to mention giving the waitress his I.D. defeated the purpose of a secret identity. Immediately after thinking that he felt guilty. Not because he was underage. Most teenagers drank from time to time. He felt guilty because one of his three best friends, Chris, was currently in rehab recovering from his alcoholism and his suicidal problems. With his Blue Lantern duties he had felt that he was neglecting his duties as a friend. Chris needed his full support to get through it.
T.J. shook it off for the moment as he walked up to order. "Can I please have an order of WidowRibs with a side of curly Freedom Fries and a Nightwing Oreo Shake." He smiled as the women went to get the food. That was when he began to look around at who was there and by the Blue Lantern Corps it was Spider-man himself in the flesh or well, y'know the costume or spandex or whatever it was that his costume was made with. He wondered what he should say. If he should say anything at all. What if he wasn't in the mood to talk? It was all so confusing. Damn societies rules! Before he could think of what to do the woman was back with his food. "Oh thank you," he said before reaching down towards his thigh were his pockets would usually be only find no pocket. He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward smile as his suit glowed an even brighter blue for a moment as it created a pocket and he took out his wallet and handed her the money he owed. "Note to self, design pockets on new uniform, standardized Blue Lantern Corp uniforms have no pockets." He mumbled to himself as he tried one of the curly fries which were delicious.
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Post by Doctor Stephen Strange on Mar 28, 2013 8:34:27 GMT -5
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Keeping up with monsters from alternate dimensions was hard work. Traveling an alternate dimension that just melded into yours is even harder. Stephen moved up to the bar, not really noticing anyone else was in there. He produced identification 'Stephen Strange, M.D.' His identity wasn't entirely a secret, he wore no mask and aside from the white stress induced streaks, looked no different than the day of his car accident. "A Grundy, please." He also truly paid no attention to the time of day it was. When his drink was produced he drank deeply and finally looked around. A shield agent, a young seeming dumbstruck fellow, Spiderman, a pregnant woman who was doting on quite the charming young girl.
"Wolviefries, also." He said and paid his money, leaning on the counter a little bit away, wondering what this little girl's alter ego was after all. His dark green eyes shifted to glance at Spiderman a moment, the kid did good for this city. He did it in the light of day and cameras. If the world knew the amount of times Doctor Strange had been involved in the defeat of the evil or the banishing of the apocalypse, they would be impressed too. Some were, most thought he was still simply a Doctor who had gone off the deep end and maybe he was to an extent. Once your eyes are opened to what is out there, what truly lies in side a small building in Greenwich village... There's no turning back and no being normal again. Stephen had resigned to the fact that life was just easier, when you were Strange.
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Post by Adrienna "Ri" Eve on Apr 4, 2013 12:09:34 GMT -5
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Her eyes sparkled when the nice lady brought over the stickybuns, and she could already feel her mouth watering at the sight of them. She loved stickybuns! SpideyMan had good taste. They were obviously a match made in heaven. No one could deny it now! The stickybuns were a sign!
"I love your costume! So what's your superhero name? I'm Lady Liberty," the woman said.
Adrienna stared up at her through the small, mis-shapen eye holes of her mask. She grinned big and flailed her arms to flap them, then pointed at her mask. "Buh... F-Fly!" That was all she could get out, but Adrienna was sure it would be enough.
She took two stickybuns off of the platter that Danii was holding out for her- one in each hand. Then she took a big bite out of one of them and giggled furiously, stamping her feet as the joy of the sugar-y treat overwhelmed her.
"Good! S-So... good!" She exclaimed happily, not paying attention to her surroundings or who was watching her. She didn't care. She had stickybuns. All was well with the world.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on May 18, 2013 1:05:59 GMT -5
"The diner is uh-mazing. I would live here if I could." Peter answered, sneaking a take out menu into his spiderweb backpack. Hunger could strike at any hour. He had to be prepared. "Whens the little liberty due?" he asked as he nibbled at a curly freedom fry after dipping it in the delicious oreo swirl of his nightwing shake.
Peter grinned under his mask at the prospect of free stickybuns. Ones he could actually taste this time instead of licking off of the floor (worth it). "Thank ye kindly, ma'am, I appreciate that." he tilted an imaginary cowboy hat at Danii as she made her rounds. He couldn't help but snicker at Agent Perry being shoved aside by a pregnant Danni. He casually snapped a photo and muttered something about instagram before taking a heavenly bit of a him-stickybun.
He chirped into TJ's monologue with his own comment, deciding to crawl in at the warm reception. Eating on the cieling held that advantage: You got to both ignore and be part of the entire restaurant experience at the same time. "Tell me about it. Spandex gives you no room to put a pocket for your wallet. Or your phone. Or your ipod. Or a notebook, because you know, I like to write things down sometimes." He gestured over to his spider-pack, a neatly woven web bag carrying a few of his belongings. Peter totally understood why women felt the need to carry purses. He had THINGS and he needed to PUT THEM somewhere! "This things a lifesaver, and keeps everything safe inside when I'm swinging around town." He had regretfully broken a new phone that way before. Slipped right out of his pocket it did.
He drew the line at fanny packs though. Utility belt? Badass. Fanny pack? Not so much.
Peter suspended down from the ceiling (he had to admit, dangling was fun), somewhere in the middle of all of this chatter and swiveled towards Dr. Strange, Danii, and Ri's direction, though Stephen was a little further away. He was in an exceptionally chatty mood now that he had anti-hungry rations in him. He gave the good doctor a friendly cheers with his nightwing shake, greeting him casually. If there was one thing Peter knew about the doctor, it was that his appointments were no joke. Yeah, he certainly didn't want that gig. He'd gone down the rabbit with him what? One- maybe two times? He still had nightmares from the experience.
He tuned in time to hear Ri announce her superhero name and Peter nearly dropped his shake. He had no words, just a stifled batch of shrieky squeaks he kept under wraps by holding his breath.
She was eating stickybuns!
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