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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
The Rest Is Silence (Open)
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Jul 17, 2012 12:58:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] nothing makes sense anymore The Words: go here The Outfit: goes here The Notes go here Everything on radar seemed fairly quiet, leaving precious little for the red head behind the control panel to do as she observed the beeping and flashing pieces of the screen. Actually, since the Avengers had neutralized the threat that Loki had presented to the world, it had been fairly quiet for her. There had been no assignments, no missions, no orders to team up with anyone to see a goal accomplished. She hadn't seen any of the other members of the team since they had parted ways, nor heard from any of them to see just how they were all adjusting to their new lifestyles. Not that she had expected to hear anything, of course. After all, Stark would be rather busy with his business and Pepper, Thor had gone back to his home world and Rogers was probably trying to adapt to the new world he was forced into.
So where did that leave her? Guessing, really. Natasha hadn't been the same since her last mission, not that she could be blamed. The threat of an alien invasion wasn't exactly new for the former spy, but it had certainly made her life a little more interesting for those days when she had been a part of the team. Now it was all said and done, the Avengers were not currently needed, and nor, for that matter, was Black Widow. She was still sitting in the Helicarrier without anything to really occupy her time as she mulled over the things that had happened in her past, a dangerous thing to do with her time because of how badly she always felt when she remembered the blood on her hands...the red in her ledger...
She shook her head quickly, rubbing her tired eyes with her hand. Thinking about all of that right now was not going to help anyone, and it certainly wasn't going to make her day pass any faster. All it would do is make her feel miserable, reminding her of just how bad she had gone before Clint had changed her mind about the world. And that was something else that plagued her mind...Clint...Her thoughts on him were conflicted at best, leaving Natasha in a constant state of question as she tried to sort it all out. But there was nothing to sort out, she reminded herself quickly, pressing her hands against her face. She and Clint were partners, friends who looked out for one another without question but knew that there was always something else that was important. So why was she in this position, questioning, wondering and worrying? What had changed...? |
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Post by Michael Morbius on Jul 17, 2012 18:48:30 GMT -5
Morbius, unlike other's of the group known as SHIELD, rare extended himself down time, which was normally spent working diligently upon a cure for himself. It was his rare selfish act. In everything leading up to this point it had been about, giving back to those he had taken everything from. Regardless if it was not anything he could have prevented. Much Like others, he still held the mental strain and scars. Though this was not the first time he had laid red eyes upon a one called Black Widow. Even before then he was never introduced to many. Possibly for good reason. Bone white skin, red glowing eyes, fangs. It was a surprise they had even let him mingle in the first place. Though, they let other oddities such as Steven Rogers or Bruce Banner around, though their's were just in the blood, nothing this physical all the time.
All he knew was that the lighting was not as noticeably bright as it normally was. Were they flying through stormy weather, under the water or was it night. He did not care to ask, nor check a watch.
The Vampire was careful not to startle the master assassin as he approached her. A face slightly warn with regret, akin to his own. Though he did not know her story, or her reasons here. In fact before now, they had never met. This was a poor attempt at idle chat.
"You should not look so tired, or is it the lack of waiting that is in itself, tiring?" he spoke lightly, praying to nothing that he had not caused a fright. Though he knew of her fight in New York along side the rest of the avengers. Who had not had heard of that. Morbius was positive that after such an ordeal nothing would frighten her now.
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Jul 19, 2012 11:37:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] nothing makes sense anymore The Words: go here The Outfit: goes here The Notes go here All of her training during her days as a Soviet spy had stayed with her when she made the transition to SHIELD and America with Clint's help, training and skills that had kept her alive for many years despite some people's desire to kill her before she could inflict even more damage than she already had. And it was those skills that were suddenly alerted to the movement behind her, her eyes instinctively looking at the screen but seeing right through it as her ears followed the gentle footsteps that came closer and closer with each passing second. She made a conscious note of how far away her gun was from her hand, resting on her hip in its holster as it always was. And the footsteps were getting closer now, with no signs of attack that made her senses jump.
As soon as the voice sounded, Natasha let her guard down and turned slowly in her seat to look at the agent who had come up so quietly from behind her. "You're lucky I held off," she said simply as she looked at him with her bright blue orbs. "Sneaking up behind me like that isn't exactly the best way to get through the day." Granted, anything she did to him probably wouldn't have caused him any injury at all. Being a vampire meant that he was beyond her normal forms of hurt and torture that she had acquired over the years, leaving him in a state that was far less vulnerable than her own even with all of the government enhancements and specialized training. Not that it phased her. The fact that he was a vampire wasn't even the weirdest thing she had heard in all her years of being alive.
"It's just been a long day," she told him, turning her eyes back to the controls as she changed the monitor screens to survey the Helicarrier once again. "And I happened to get stuck with night watch, which makes for an even longer night." It wasn't entirely truthful, but with all of her experience few questioned her anymore. The only person who ever did was Clint, and he was the only person who was allowed to do so without suffering some kind of injury as a repercussion. Natasha didn't like people doubting her, though it had happened a time or two because of the nature of her job. The other agents of SHIELD knew that she was one of the more deadly among her number, and as such, didn't bother her unless they absolutely needed to. |
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Post by Michael Morbius on Jul 20, 2012 14:20:35 GMT -5
He saw the lines of aggression that came and went. Having been shot countless times before, Morbius easily saw the tension in her body. Watching it ebb away when he spoke. He was well aware that sneaking up upon people in his state was not the best idea. The vampire could not help but give her a small smirk as he moved the chair out next to her to take a seat. " I did not bear any intention to cause a fright. I assumed that one with your caliber of training was well equipped to not carelessly waste precious ammo"
A long day he could relate. Though Morbius didn't need the light to know this. But he knew that the watch duties has to be one of the dullest things they could be assigned. Though his time was spent in the lab areas. No one bothered him with things out side that. Though he could if need be fight. However it could provoke baser instincts to the surface. No telling how much carnage he could cause or amass before Morbius could come to his senses. All around it was just a bad idea.
I'm sure having another to help the time pass might help. An yet I do not think we have been formally introduced before. I have heard of you but never met you."
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Aug 5, 2012 11:32:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] nothing makes sense anymore The Words: go here The Outfit: goes here The Notes go here Her instincts had kept her alive for many years now, and Natasha had learned to accept what they said with very little question or doubt. Even aboard the Helicarrier, where she was supposedly not active in her duties as a SHIELD agent, she knew that there were things that could go wrong and set her senses off like mad. After all, that was the very place that had nearly fallen out of the sky before when Barton had been under Loki's control and Banner had turned into that massive green monster they knew as the Hulk. The experience was one that she was not anxious to repeat anytime soon, her nerves still jittery and fearful of the last time she had found herself face to face with him. She didn't blame Banner entirely for what happened, but Natasha certainly wasn't going to forget anytime soon.
Still, as she sat there with the various monitoring systems that SHIELD had equipped to their floating base, she was not entirely at ease with her situation. And now that she had a vampire agent standing so close behind her, Nat certainly wasn't feeling any better now than she had been feeling then. "Michael Morbius," she said to him with the slightest turn of her head. Fourty-six years old, a vampire with a hypnotic stare that can ensnare any victim if they stare into your eyes for too long of a period." With this she slowly turned herself around in her chair, one leg crossed over the other and her arms tightly pressed against her chest. "I've done my homework." Despite never having met him face to face like this before, Natasha knew a thing or two about every agent who set foot inside SHIELD Headquarters, whether it was up in the air or earthbound. After all, it was the little things that would keep them alive in the end.
Her blue eyes looked him over carefully as she sat there, drinking in all of the bits of information that she could gather where she was. It wasn't the best method of learning that most people favoured, but for Natasha it was a method that worked quite well. Her perceptions of people had grown greatly over the years since she had worked in the Soviet ranks, always giving her an upper edge when it came to her previous victims...which always lead back to the amount of red in her ledger.... |
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Post by Michael Morbius on Aug 6, 2012 21:50:42 GMT -5
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"I am a man of science. My life dedicated to preserving life! Yet around me is the stench of death so strong I can never be rid of it."
"Well then, it seems introductions are a bit unneeded. " Of course she would have access to such information. She was higher on the food chain sorta speak then he was. Though Michael did know, that her ledger was not quite as bloody as his. Hers was dripping. His, ran rivers into oceans of red. There was no wiping out the lives he had taken. With out rime or reason behind it. Some took pity, looking at him saying that there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.
That it was just his need. Others, viewed him a monster, something in need of eradication. Needless to say there is a bounty upon his head in several countries.
"You must be pleased with the notion that I have your back sorta speak then" Michael said with a bit of a laugh. He knew that look all too well. It was similar to how he looked at the people around him. Taking in their reaction to him. Who was skiddish, who was not, and those that were feigning fearlessness.
He could but hear their pulse, pick up on the slightest movements of the body, muscle twitches. The like. Those were the eyes of a predator at their base. Everything, everyone could be filtered into but two groups. It was the unspoken truth of the world.
And it seemed neither of them were any good at small talk.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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