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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
Angeles Ball (Open to Everyone!)
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Post by zara on Sept 21, 2012 13:26:42 GMT -5
Zara couldn’t help but laugh. SHIELD. Boy did they love poking their noses into as much as possible. It seemed that included the personal and social skills of everyone that they employed. Honestly what did it matter it a weapons expert was not exactly a social butterfly. Actually the job title kind of said that they did not welcome people with ease. Or was it just her that felt that way? The sound of glass moving across the bar made her look down to see that he had slid one of the shot glasses towards her. ”Did you try telling Fury that?” She hadn’t planned on drinking, but one shot couldn’t hurt. She picked up the small glass and raised it to her lips, emptying it and letting the liquid run down her throat.
”I agree that Fury’s an ass.” It was no secret that she was not the director’s biggest fan. Zara attempted to avoid him as much as possible when she was working on the helicarrier. ”I’m here because I thought it was best I show I was making an effort before being forced to.” Zara told him honestly. The last thing she wanted was anyone trying to pencil things into her schedule and her having not much say over it. So this would be her annual social meeting. The next thing she knew Bradley had ordered fifteen shots. Five for him, five for her and five for Johnny who was the other side of Brad. So it looked like she would be drinking tonight. Good job that she had gotten a cab over then.
The bartender had poured out the shots and was setting them out in front of the trio. Zara picked one up and said, ”Thanks Brad.” As she began to raise the glass to her lips again Zara heard the scream and almost tipped the contents. She turned her head to see what was going on. The chance would be a fine things. People were panicking and running all over the place. Her brow furrowed and she put the shot back down on the bar. Clyde’s voice was clear over the murmurs of panic and some hysteria.
Is there a doctor in the room? It sounded like a line from a film or a TV series. Zara glanced back to Bradley before moving her way through the people towards where Clyde was. ”Yes,” It was as she reached him that Zara saw what had happened. Her hand went to her mouth. Borris, who she had been speaking to only a matter of minutes ago was face down. Not for the first time her mind wandered to what kind of job she had gotten into.
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Post by arkham on Sept 21, 2012 18:03:10 GMT -5
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 299 WORDS FOR Angeles Ball In which Arkham people watches and just accepts chaos is going down apparently. CRUELTY [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] He’d kept himself to the side of the room after he’d arrived to the Ball, quite uncertain himself as to why he’d even been invited in the first place. Of course he knew the man’s name, it did Dr. Jeremiah Arkham good to know such things, after all connections and knowledge equaled money and power and Arkham was always open for funding. In fact he’d spied one of his doctors amongst the crowd as well, though she had been installed by S.H.I.E.L.D. into his employment. He wasn’t certain how he felt about that, but he was nursing a glass of brandy, eyes sweeping over the room, taking in faces. He wasn’t shy about joining into the activities and conversations—he could be productive socially: conversation, flirtation—but he was in unfamiliar territory and he enjoyed just as much to people watch as to interact. You could learn so much about a person by just observing the way they carried themselves. He was a psychologist and behavior was key.
So that being said, when everyone started to panic, he found that quite interesting. Shrieks and panic invaded the air like a toxin. Yet he was more curious as to its cause than joining in the hysteria. He saw the security guards, he saw Dr. O’Riley answer Mr. Angeles’s request of medical personnel. He placed his drink on the nearest surface and pushed his way through the crowd. He calmly walked up to Dr. O’Riley’s side and observed her expression. Yes, he recognized the man as a person she’d been speaking to only a short time previously.
“Doctor,” he spoke up and nodded to her, in both reassurance and sympathy. He glanced down at the man and not for the last time, he knew, he’d be wondering just what was happening. [/style] |
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 22, 2012 0:41:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
This is only true, typically things are never what they appear to be" Of course she would have been aware of who he was speaking of. Dom know of him, and Fury tried with all his might to hide that particular information from the population.
"Aren't we the clever mortal?" His words were but rhetorical. He knew that she was indeed clever, resourceful.
Just as his attention was fully her's it was momentarily stolen, by the man he had followed to the warehouse, followed the energy signature of the scepter and that of the minute power of the tesseract, it was but a moment. That same moment that caused his livid green eyes to dart about the room, searching for wherein it came from yet again.
It was tantalizing, How he missed its power. Regardless it had turned him from chaos to a borderline drone of Thanos. It had changed his very personality, while he was under its influence. Was this Valhalla Two a location? A building perhaps? It could have been, if it was spoken by anyone else, taken as Second heaven.
Though it seemed his moment of fun had caused an end to the current one. He was rather enjoying himself and her company for the moment. Thus was the nature of chaos, it was his master and he obeyed it willingly. Or rather he was Chaos Incarnate. Loki Looked down at her, taking note of the flush in her cheeks at his comment.
"Perhaps", the God rarely dealt in absolutes. He tilted his head to the side for a moment, watching as the situation unfolded. "Hm. Perhaps I should have waited to do that He but pondered out loud. "Maybe it is now a better time then ever to make thy self scare...I would offer, But I know not where I will be going"
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Post by The NPC on Sept 22, 2012 20:51:40 GMT -5
Who: Bradley Andrews, Everyone. Where: Washington DC ;; Mansion What: Annual ball hosted by Clyde Angeles. When: The night after the DEBFRIEFED meeting. Notes: Bradley Andrew's NPC profile.
He glanced over to her and slowly nodded. Of course he had tried every which way of getting out of it. He tried to argue that there were projects he needed to finish. Fury only responded by giving him a look that made him know there was no getting out of it. So far, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be but there was still the problem of him not wanting to be there. But he felt with copious amounts of alcohol, he would get into the partying spirit. He was already beginning to feel warm. He looked over to Johnny. "Fury make you come too?"
”I’m here because I thought it was best I show I was making an effort before being forced to.”
"Smart." He said with a tilt of his head, his finger pointing in agreement. He nodded hishead as he took the first of his two shots when a scream rang out. He had spilt a little of his third shot. His head whipped around in alarm as he looked around. It didn't take long to see his co-worker, Borris, face down in his soup. He furrowed his brow as his hand came up to rub the hair atop his head.
"How'd that happen?" He thought aloud. He hadn't heard any sputtering or choking. He stepped out of his seat on soft legs, he stumbled a bit into Zara. "My bad." He said as he straightened up with red on his cheeks, hands up in the air.
It was serious time but he had had one too many shots. Bradley Andrews, a SHIELD weapons technician, looked at his dead co-worker then at Angeles. A doctor doesn't look like they can help much now. He snorted at that thought. Zara and another man came forward as he leaned against the bar, a hand came up to wipe his face. That was when he spotted Loki. He straightened up instantly as the color flushed from his face. Though the people inside of the room probably wouldn't recongize the demi-god due to Fury's containment of the press, Bradley knew who he was. He killed a friend of his by the name of Coulson. His fists tightened in anger as he stepped towards Zara.
"We need to get out of here. Fast," He said as he pulled her to the side, his voice low and in her ear. "If it's who I think it is, none of us stand a chance. Loki is here." He muttered as he glanced up and then over to the demi-god and the woman he was with. "He's probably got that woman under control, he does very... bad things." He thought through his alcohol state.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Sept 22, 2012 21:12:02 GMT -5
PRAY TIL I GO BLIND- - - - - - - - pray cause no one ever survives- - - - - - - -Tag: Loki, everyone! Words: ### Lyrics: rev 22:20 - puscifer Outfit: Not yet 8D Notes: Listening to: Zeds Dead- - - - - - - - - - - - -
"This is only true, typically things are never what they appear to be" Her face kept that small knowing smile as her eyes stayed locked onto his. Her knowing of Loki was small, she had only known of his name and what had happened thanks to Malaki Amherst. He was an agent in the FBI who had been privy to the information due to his rank and work. He was one of the best investments Dominique had made over the years. "Aren't we the clever mortal?" She beamed, she was indeed clever. The coy smirk spoke of how she had to be. She wouldn't have survived this long in her line of business if she wasn't.
She observed the man's sister, Eve, take Clyde's hand and they made their way to the floor. She wasn't surprised, the man was her type. Rich and cunning. She believed that Eve was clueless on the whole operation of DEBRIEFED. Her brother was fucked up but at least that woman had morals which was a lot more than her brother. Her hand but tightened against Loki's as she turned to look back at him as he glanced around the room. Was he attempting to watch his back even now? She knew that he would be a highly sought after man with what he had done. She thought he wasn't on this world with the information she had been told. She had been enjoying the moment with him. She hadn't a worry about what needed to get done, if someone was going to turn over. Business had been going smoothly otherwise she wouldn't have shown her face at the ball.
But with the man now dead, a SHIELD agent, she knew that things were about to be interesting. Though the event held her attention for the moment, Dominique never stepped away from Loki, her hand never broke it's hold. He ways he stared down at her, the bright emerald colored eyes, she felt as if he could see into her soul. Could he? Tiers parted slightly, her eyes widened just a tad when he spoke of waiting to do that. Her head turned in the direction of the security and the two doctors that had stepped forward. He had done that from across the room. Perhaps she hadn't realized just how dangerous he was until that moment. Her heart sped up only slightly in reaction to the thought. Oh, he was a bad man and it twisted inside of Dom just how bad it could get.
"Maybe it is now a better time then ever to make thy self scare...I would offer, But I know not where I will be going"
"So you kill and run on the first date, you heart-breaker. You'd rather not see your handiwork? You know, I'm not sure if you have beaches where you're from but we do here. It'd be quieter if that's what you're craving." Her eyes cut to the bar with the amount of movement. She saw a man staring right in their direction followed by whispering to the brunette woman, a doctor. Her eyebrows raised high in the air when she spotted Arkham, the man who ran the asylum in Gotham. She looked back up at Loki. "I think you've been spotted at the bar."
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Post by The NPC on Sept 22, 2012 21:29:19 GMT -5
Who: Vaughn Sterling, Angeles Ball attendees. Where: Angeles Ball What: Vaughn is attending the ball with friend, Danii Washington. Notes: Vaughn's NPC profile. Vaughn had been off with his date on the other side of the mansion. There were people that came around the outside, the pool water glittered in the moonlight. He wasn't one for crowds so much but it was easier when he had a familiar face near by. Danii Washington and he were but friends, he had no intention of coming in between her and Wade. They had worked several missions together, the Lady and himself. She was an excellent agent who had no problem keeping up. Vaughn, himself, was an assassin currently employed with SHIELD. His talents attracted the attention of the secretive organization. He had spent most of his life learning the skills SHIELD saught. His mother was a spy and kept him close to her during his childhood.
"Wanna move inside? It'd kinda dead out here," He said as he messed with his hair to Danii. He offered his arm to her as they began walking inside. "I'll get you a drink if you'd like one." He said while they weaved in and out of the people, god there were so many.
He smoothed out the lapels of his jacket while they walked into the main room. He hadn't been paying attention to what was going on but Danii was. He looked at her when she stopped walking and then into the room. Angeles and team were hovering over at a table, people were holding their hands over their mouths while people tried to leave. He heard the doors behind them being slammed shut. Now that wasn't right. He looked behind him and then to the beautiful blonde.
"This isn't right. Someone just said something about the doors being locke back there," He looked at the women trying to push the doors open to the entrance. "Is that... Borris?" He began to walk over to the crowd, he saw Bradley and Zara, a look of confusion was on his face until he confirmed what he had seen. SHIELD agent down. He turned to Danii. "I'm not positive I want to call Fury until he know if it was accidental or not."
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Tits Barbie
I Pledge Allegiance
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Post by Danii "LadyLiberty" Washington on Sept 23, 2012 1:08:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/Daniiigrl.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 0px solid #000000; width: 500px; height: 500px; padding: 0px;, bTable][style=padding: 0px 10px;]Danii had actually gotten to the ball earlier with her date for the evening, fellow agent and pretty good buddy Vaughn because who the hell knew what her boyfriend had gotten into this time around. She hadn't seen him in days, so she left a note at home about where she was going to be and decided to come on friendly terms with the man standing beside her now, she had to admit, he looked good in a suit and she was having a fun time. The blonde knew she could trust him, they had gone on more then enough missions together that she knew he was trustworthy enough. It was definitely an amazing place, but mansions just seemed so empty to her, she loved her penthouse a whole lot more. Jealous of the pool though, she knew Vaughn wasn't much for crowds, she wasn't the biggest fan of them either in all honesty, too many people to watch and not enough eyes to keep on all of them. Hanging around the pool and watching the way the lights played off the peaceful water had been just fine with her, talking about nothing in particular and listening to the sounds coming from around them. "Sure, its getting a little cold out here anyways," She took his arm with a smile and walked with him, "Eh maybe just one, or two," Danii laughed a little, she hadn't really drank much since that mess after Wade and Mary, momentary twitch at the thought, pushed it aside, "Three sounds good actually," Anything to get the sudden bitter taste of the memory out of her mouth, quickly she smiled again as they walked into the large ballroom only to stop short suddenly, eyes landing on the scene at the table from behind her sunglasses and a deep deep frown tugging on her lips. "I think so, can't really mistake that fat ass for anyone else," Danii walked a little faster, keeping in step with Vaughn as they made their was over to Zara and Bradley. A dead SHIELD agent was never a good thing, even if it was a disgusting man like Borris, "No, let's make sure it wasn't just a heart attack as opposed to bothering him right now, he didn't think too highly of the man either after all," Her face was set in a grim line, "Hey you two, any ideas? Did he just have a heart attack or was this.....something else?" Danii tossed a glance in Loki's direction, eyes narrowing dangerously before turning back and, "Bradley, are you drunk?" Correction, sloppy drunk. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Tag: ya'll Words: 442 Music: Doin TimeNotes: she isnt giving as many fucks as she probably should [/style][/style] |
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Post by zara on Sept 23, 2012 8:38:48 GMT -5
Her hand had dropped from her mouth as she took in Borris. Death happened. It always happened and taking up this job meant that it would be something she was more likely to encounter. A man had joined her and she turned her head to give him a nod. She turned her head back to Borris. There was nothing she could do for him. It didn’t take her long to assess a medical situation and with this one, there was no way she’d be able to even try to bring him back. It was as those thoughts were going through her head that she was pulled to the side. Bradley had joined her, and Zara wasn’t sure how much of a good idea that was considering how unstable he was on his feet.
She listened to him not entirely sure how much to take from his alcohol induced self. Her blue eyes flicked up and followed his to fall upon the demi god. This was not good. “Well Bradley unless you can vaporize and slip out under the cracks of the door, it doesn’t look like we’ll be going anywhere anytime soon.” Dry wit was probably not going to be appreciated right now but she didn’t have an off button. The doors were being shut and Zara swept the room to see who else was around. Still a bunch of slightly panicky people who were clumping together and moving around the place. And this was why being social did not pay off. She hoped Fury was happy with himself now.
“Not a heart attack.” Zara said as Danni joined them with Vaughn. The characteristic signs were not there as far as she could see. “I’m banking on it being something else.” Zara thought back. Though their chat Borris had not had any symptoms that would lead to his body just copping out on him a few minutes later. She looked at the body again and shook her head. At Danni’s comment she looked at Bradley and said, “He’s been attempting to drink this whole occasion out of his memory.” Zara hoped he wasn’t going to be a liability right now. A drunk was fun when nothing was on the cards but apparently this wasn’t going to end up being the simple peaceful evening that they had originally expected.
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Post by northstar on Sept 23, 2012 9:14:41 GMT -5
The X-Men couldn't do too wrong by sending Jean-Paul to the ball; sure, Hank was always a great representative, but Hank was a more business representative - they sent him in to speak on their behalf, be himself and make a good impression/argument for the survival of mutants. Jean-Paul was more of a youth example; to show that, while Beast was a true gentleman, they didn't allow for anything other than exemplary individuals who could prove themselves as having such high moral conduct. Though, to Jean-Paul, a ball was a ball, free wine was free wine, there could be hot guys there, and reliable sources had informed him that a familiar SHIELD agent or two might be there.
So he arrived, in a rather impressive looking suit no less, a smirk as he entered with hands in pockets, a dark, grey scarf wrapped neatly around his neck, accenting the black of his clothing and white of his shirt nicely. After all, when did he ever under-dress for an occasion? He spotted Danii and Vaughn, smirking a little as he began to approach, before he noted some odd panic. People were struggling with the rear doors, never a good sign. Boris was face down in a bowl of soul - that was never good either. And Loki was hanging around.
"Merde..."
He moved to the group surrounding the dead Russian quickly, dropping down to look him over, before hissing a little, looking back to the SHIELD agents. Introductions were going to have to wait. He pulled his face a little as he wasn't entirely sure what to say about the situation. He was no medical expert, but from what he could see, Borris wasn't going to be getting up any time soon. He scratched the back of his neck, and turned between them.
"I hope he didn't have any important documents or information on him, because...well, he's pretty dead."
That was about the point Zara had put in her bit of knowledge. If it wasn't a heart-attack, what was it? Very few things made someone simply drop dead like this, and he was pretty sure it wasn't an aneurysm. Sure, he couldn't prove it - he didn't have a medical degree, but he could assume that to have some rather obvious characteristics. In a morbid way, though, it was somewhat amusing that the soup was keeping Borris' head afloat. Sort of.
He glanced back up and turned around himself - something wasn't quite right. It may have been sheer luck, possible Borris really had just taken to a heart attack, but the atmosphere around him seemed to reveal something else. All wasn't well, or what it seemed. Something was coming, he could feel it - he didn't know what, exactly, but something was coming either way. Looking to Danni and Vaughn, he tilted his head to the dead Russian.
"I don't think this is coincidence. Something is...soupçonneux, about all this."
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Sept 24, 2012 0:05:13 GMT -5
Peter had been stationed at the door, taking pictures of the party guests as they entered. Some came in pairs, some had a dame on each arm.. and he had gotten all of them, each and every attendee on film. It was all he could do at this time, being rudely locked out by the body guards at the door. Apparently Peter Parker from the Bugle was not on 'the list,' as such high class occasions called for, and he was stuck outside of the festivities trying to reason with lug heads.
"Listen, I swear I'm on the list. Peter Parker from the Daily Bugle. Look, here's my press badge. Now, let me in, c'mon man!" he tried to tip toe over the pair of large men to get a peak inside. They didn't budge.
Access denied, Pete.
"Listen kid. All I see on this list here is Ned Leeds from the Bugle. Not Peter Parker... and well, Mister Clyde Angeles don't want nobody at the party who ain't invited."
"Aren't invited." Peter corrected.
"Precisely, you aren't invited."
"No you're grammar. Aren't not ain't- listen. I have a job to do. Could you just-" he raised his chin to see if he could get a better glance inside. Peter swore he could see the very edges of the buffet table. There was probably food he'd never tasted before there! Like caviar and escargot and a million other things that sounded disgusting that he was going to try anyways because fuck it, he was here wasn't he?
"Well, Mr. Grammatical. Peter Parker aren't invited." he added quite smugly. The pair of them snickered at their cleverness.
Peter just....slumped, returning their laughter with a deep scowl. If he was Spider-Man right now it would have been incredibly easy to just knock their empty heads together and be done with it. It looked like this was going to be a looong night.
He turned around to walk back to where the other paparazzo were standing and checked through his film silently. The host, Clyde Angeles greeting some of his guests, all smiles and not a hair out of place... another gentleman with dark sleek hair (mullets were still in style?) and a green vest. Peter hadn't realized how unnerving the man's face was behind the camera lens. The question was, gay or European? The next was an extremely beautiful woman with sharp features, and hey! It was the burger lady! Peter grinned. The man she was with must have been whose burger's he had eaten. He licked his lips and continued, wondering if he could manage to steal her for a dance if he ever got inside. He also reminded himself to try and get Dr. Hank McCoy into a conversation if he could. He knew that would certainly turn out to be interesting. Peter had been too absorbed into his camera to see Johnny enter or else he would have called out to him to help out a bug in need.
He turned to the entrance again, looking at the tweedles with a pleading look this time. He even clasped his hands together for good measure. Please? he mouthed, but still they would not budge. Peter had just about given up on getting through the velvet rope when there seemed to be a commotion inside that suddenly caught everyone's attention. Seizing this opportunity, Peter held his breath and made a break for it, leap frogging over the gentleman and squirreling inside. It would have been a good chase scene too, if they didn't find that their shoes had been webbed to the floor. Peter stopped for a moment to turn around and snap a quick photo, using the highest setting on his camera flash for good measure. "Say CHEESE!" he grinned, turning the corner and out of sight, finally inside the party.
His immediate instinct was to go for the food, having waited most of the party outside without so much as a glass of water, but his feet led him elsewhere to a familiar face and a dead body. Peter accidentally triggered the flash on his camera. "Whoops, heh. Some party, eh guys?"
Peter Parker from the Daily Bugle everyone.
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 24, 2012 0:43:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
His senses were so much keener then that of the human species. His eyes were sharp, his hearing flawless, the others as well heightened beyond mortal comprehension. The very moment his name was spoken by the drunk agent from across the room by the bar, Loki heard. An in that very moment, any intention the Demi-god had of leaving vanished.
This was in part of the reason why he was as dangerous as they spoke him to be. His mind was eclectic, his intentions and moods could change faster then the weather. None of Loki's intentions could ever be written in stone.
Why leave now? They knew he was here, an they were now locked in with him. Everyone was. Among these begins with little to no power, he could slaughter them all if the mood found him. Force them to rip and tear each other apart for little more then his own sick amusement.
"Oh I know I have been spotted, I heard him speak my name. " He glanced down at her, She seemed almost nervous about the entire situation now. Perhaps it was just excitement.
" I was only going to leave had they have not spotted me. But now, I hardly see the point. They are, a collective in fear. Right now without their precious Avengers they are powerless to stop a damn thing I wish to do. " His tone of voice had dipped from the gentle timbre that it was previously, to one of down right malicious intent.
Loki leaned back slightly, drawing his head down, shooting the collective of agents a rather sickening glare. His lips pulled thin into a teeth bearing grin to go along with it. He knew they were every bit of helpless to stop anything that could happen by his hands. Things are about to become quite messy, They already suspect that I have you under some sort of mental control." He commented to her lightly before letting out an audible scoff.
Oh, They only thought that because he had done so to Barton and a handful of their finest minds his arrival at their base.
Loki took several steps forward after he pulled his hand away from Dominique's slender one. Loki narrowed his eyes for a moment as he dealt the same fate as Borris to the bartender behind them. Yes, he was but playing with them now. They were the mice locked in the room. No where to run, no where to hide. Most importantly, no way to fight back. He had made not of the man with the camera. A previous point of interest, an insect that could now be squashed should Parker decide to play the hero. Rather try to.
There was chill present in the air, one that had not been in the building before. Regardless that the air was rather charged with tension that was just itching to be cut lose. Loki intended to snap it lose, cause panic, disrupt the order, cause those around to cry havoc as he let slip chaos. Actions that were if anything a bit foreign to him in recent times. Everything before had been so calculated, so controlled.
The Demi-god allowed his attire to change, from the well tailored suit to something far more fitting of his true nature. Metal and leather, green, black and tarnished gold. Sans the horned helm. He stood out well enough amongst the mortals. His left arm lashed forward and out like a whip, tossing sharpened knives precisely into the throats of the people around the body of the dead agent. Everyone save for the Agents, Clyde, Parker and the mutant.
He took shear delight in the madness all this, these simple actions were causing. The screaming was a sweeter sound then any. Ah, so another decided to play the hero, no doubt a security guard, foolish mortal. He drew a gun and fired, surprised when the bullets merely bounced from the demi-god's flesh.
Not even a scratch. Loki cocked his head to the side with an impish smile before he held his hand forward beginning to freeze the man from the inside out until his blood was ice, his flesh was solid, the dead eyes cracked from the expansion of the water molecules. Till a thin coat of ice formed around him.
He walked forward, placed a hand atop the frozen corpses head. Snapping it off as if it were just a mere twig. No blood sprang forth, as it was all frozen solid. Bone now brittle, Loki placed his boot into the headless form, it fell to the Floor and shattered into thousand upon thousands of pieces. Still holding the head in his hand he looked at the people around the room. Before he spoke "Would any one else care to try?" There was now silence, eerie one at that that covered the room, hanging thick in the air.
"Look in front of me, the Might of mighty Shield. Reduced to nothing but cowardice men and women with out their heroes. " He snarled in a taunt loud enough for people to hear ad he simply and quite easily crushed the frozen human head in hand. Letting the pieces fall to the floor as he turned his hand to the side.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Sept 25, 2012 0:32:05 GMT -5
PRAY TIL I GO BLIND- - - - - - - - pray cause no one ever survives- - - - - - - -Tag: Loki, everyone! Words: ### Lyrics: rev 22:20 - puscifer Outfit: Not yet 8D Notes: Listening to: Zeds Dead- - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Oh I know I have been spotted, I heard him speak my name. " Her lips were parted slightly as she looked up from him under the cover of her lashes. She stared at his bright emerald gaze and for the moment was unsure as to what to do. It wasn't every night she met a demi-god who could wipe them all off the mat without a blink of an eye. " I was only going to leave had they have not spotted me. But now, I hardly see the point. They are, a collective in fear. Right now without their precious Avengers they are powerless to stop a damn thing I wish to do. " She caught the tone in his voice change as her gaze drifted to the people gathered at the bar. They all looked to be sitting ducks, confused and helpless as far as what their next move was. A small smile graced her face as she looked back at the man before her.
"I'm so happy I decided to come to this dance after all," She said with her attention back on Loki, her hand still held his cold in her warm. She observed more people arrived, they arrived to their death.
"Things are about to become quite messy, They already suspect that I have you under some sort of mental control." She laughed out loud at that statement.
"Yeah, no. My knees were weak walking over to you. I'll be back there, waiting, if you don't kill us all with your fun." She spoke slowly, all eyes on her dance partner. She released his hand as he walked forward, Dom kept her gaze on Loki for a few moments until she glanced over the room. Everyone was frightened, their faces held looks of shock, confusion, repulsion. She spotted the man from the bar back in Gotham from a previous encounter at the bar before her attention was torn to the bartender who fell the ground, his head smacked unforgivenly into the counter. Her attention was back upon the demi-god in the room as the room erupted in screams.
Dominique stood still as people pushed past her to rush the exits before they were denied. She turned her head to the side as she watched the people bang against the doors with pleads. She turned fully around and walked to the nearest table as she grabbed an untouched martini and placed herself in armchair against the wall. She sunk down as she took a sip. His garments had changed from the suit to an outfit of leather and gold as her legs crossed one another. She stuck her foot out as a woman ran by and fell the ground hard to be followed by the weight of several other people who ran behind her. She watched as the bodies dropped the floor and but a select few remained near the body. She took another sip of the drink as the man turned to ice before their eyes. She inhaled deeply, that must have been a terrible, painful way to die. Her eye twitched as she downed the entire glass and set it to the side as she picked up the other, the olive popped in her mouth.
"Look in front of me, the Might of mighty Shield. Reduced to nothing but cowardice men and women with out their heroes. " Dom settled herself into the chair, she sat silently as she observed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - PRAYIN TO STAY IN HER ARMS JUST UNTIL I CAN DIE A LITTLE LONGER- - - - - - - -saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike- - - - - - -SHE'LL EAT YOU ALIVE- - - - - - -template made by !LIEBE IST FÜR RAMMSTEIN! @ caution 2.0! [/b] steal and you'll be eaten by cannibals[/size] [/center]
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Post by The NPC on Sept 26, 2012 14:08:08 GMT -5
Who: Bradley Andrews, Everyone. Where: Washington DC ;; Mansion What: Annual ball hosted by Clyde Angeles. When: The night after the DEBFRIEFED meeting. Notes: Bradley Andrew's NPC profile.
He stared for a moment as Danii and Vaughn walked up. He had been speaking to Zara for the moment and it was the most 'nice' he had been as of late. But his streak was at an end. He looked at the blonde agent and then down as he froze for a moment. His eyetwitched.
"Yes, yes I am." He blinked. "Could you wiggle or jump once?" He asked, a fool in his drink. The flash from the side, a light that momentarily hurt his eyes. He cringed as his hands came up to his eyes and rubbed them. "I've been fucking blinded!" He exclaimed.
He walked forward disorientated, the lanyard of his duffle bag caught on his shoe, though the barstool in front of him caused him to fall forward and eat the ground. The duffle bag hovered slightly until it fell with a clank back onto the ground, the metallic barstool clank and clattered. Was it the alcohol? Some. But it was that asshole with the camera that had caught him off guard. He blinked a few times, the spots in front of his face, as he looked over at his co-workers, a displeased look showcased upon his face.
His head snapped to the side as the bartender fell behind the bar, dead. Oh right, murderous psychotic demi-god was in the room and apparently it was time for him to cause more havoc. He scrambled at once as he pushed himself up off the ground, his breathing caught in his throat, the disasterious lump. Doom and dread filled his body as the people of the ball were running around in chaos and fear, they couldnt get the doors open and he had a feeling it was going to stay that way. They were all but cattle waiting their slaughter. He had left his large office in which held numerous weapons that would probably be no match against the Asgardian though it didn't mean he had come unprepared. Fuck if Bradley was going to listen to Fury's words ever again. There was a reason he hardly left his place in the base. The bodies dropped around them as Bradley swallowed hard, his furrowed brow watched in horror as Loki froze the man and then proceeded in crushing his head. He took a step back as his foot touched his bag again. The God Cannon, he had named it. It was something that was still in development and it was the last weapon Coulson fired. He glanced down to the bag and then to his commerades, he was positive he wouldn't be able to retrieve it at the moment with the god's attention ready and waiting.
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Post by The NPC on Sept 26, 2012 19:00:17 GMT -5
Who: Vaughn Sterling, Angeles Ball attendees. Where: Angeles Ball What: Vaughn is attending the ball with friend, Danii Washington. Notes: Vaughn's NPC profile.
"Smooth Brad," He said as he slapped the back of the agent's head.
The look upon Vaughn's face was calm, he was stewing within. Brown eyes searched the room. There were exits in various places but they were barred from allowing the guests to leave. His thought went to the windows, the furniture inside would be enough to heave them through the glass for an escape. But would the demi-god allow that? His right hand twitched as he kept his quiet gaze upon Loki and the woman he was speaking with. He hadn't met the Asgardian until the night and it was one hell of an introduction.
A smaller guy with a camera drapped around his neck came over, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. His camera went off as Vaughn squinted his eyes, a hand came up to prevent himself from being blinded. He watched as the weapons technician fell to the ground. They were sitting ducks waiting for their feathers to be plucked off. He looked over to Northstar as his face broke out slightly in a smirk of greetings. It wasn't the time nor the place to catch up. The two met through their mutual friend, Danii Washington, and would often time chat on the Hellicarrier.
"I don't think this is coincidence. Something is...soupçonneux, about all this." The bartender dropped, his eyes were on Loki.
"Pretty sure I know who did it now. We need to break the windows if at all possible, get these people out."
He said as Loki's arm flew out and Vaughn grabbed Danii and Zara to move them closer towards the bar rather than in the space next to the table. All but Clyde dropped. Now that raised an eyebrow. He had hit all the targets surrounding but had left the host clean. Shots were fired as Vaughn reached for his own located on the inside of his jacket only he stopped when he saw the bullets had no effect on the demi-god. His brow was furrowed in frustration, he began to remove the black evening jacket, the holsters around his shoulders housed his gun on the left and his favorite weapons that consisted of lengthy chain and blades at the tip. He crushed the man's frozen head into a mixture of ice and body matter. He looked at the scrambling people, the woman who had taken a seat, to the small group that started with Johnny Storm to X-Men. There was strength in numbers and hopefully the Avengers would arrive or Loki would decide to leave, whichever came first.
"I say calling Fury wouldn't be a bad idea right about now. We need to get the people out before he decides to turn this place into a massacre. What weakness does he have that we know of?" He spoke while his gaze was on the god.
"What do you want, Loki?" [/blockquote]
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Post by The NPC on Sept 26, 2012 19:59:37 GMT -5
Who: Clyde Angeles, Everyone. Where: Washington DC ;; Mansion What: Annual ball hosted by Clyde Angeles. When: The night after the DEBFRIEFED meeting. Notes: Everyone is welcome to join! Villains may crash when they are ready.
His request was answered as he looked around the room in the form of the beautiful Zara and the esteemed Dr. Arkham. Clyde bowed hi head slightly, "Doctor." He spoke as he stepped to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, a finger curled and pressed against his lips as he bowed his head.
Clyde watched the scene unpleased. It wasn't that he wasn't for Loki's display. In fact he welcomed an event such as mindless death and chaos from time to time. But he currently had dead SHIELD agent in the room. If it had been one of the doctors or lawyers in attendance there wouldn't be a care. He stayed calm and poised as he wasn't to know of who Loki was, they were from different worlds and SHIELD kept his identity sealed off from the public. But in truth he knew of Loki not too long after he began construction preparations for Vahalla Two. It was the building that held Killer Croc, various other high level threats, and the demi-god's septor. It was under the guise of a townhome located in a small town, the facility was underground to better keep it hidden.
His arms dropped as his eyes were wide when the bartender fell to the ground. It wasn't until the guards dropped did he realize there was something headed in their direction with the intent to kill. He had shut his eyes in a grimace but only untensed after he had heard the plop. His men were dead and he was left there unscathed. But he wasn't still for long as the sounds of gun shots filled the air, the metal clank of the bullets as they touched the ground. He instinctively went to the floor. It was now more than ever did his common sense go into overdrive as well as the various other attendees of the ball. They went down to prevent a stray from penetrating their flesh and Loki was not phased. He watched from the floor as the man turned to ice, frozen in his place. People were screaming, crying. He stood slowly with his hands up in defense as the god crushed the head with his fist.
"Alright guy, you've had your fun. I'm going to need you to leave now," He spoke cautiously. "We have no quarrel with you."
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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