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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
Party At Stark's House (invite only!)
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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 Feb 5, 2013 17:40:34 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
It was a bad night. Or a good night. Whichever way you wanted to look at it didn't matter because Stark was drunk. That was the point. He needed to forget but he had forgotten what he needed to forget by now. At least, he thought so.
The music was blaring on his floor of Stark Tower: the private quarters that could only be accessed by his private elevator or the landing pad on his veranda which he used to land the Iron Man suit.
The suit in question was put up for the night because Stark was not leaving. He'd turned off his communications. JARVIS was blocking all lines from SHIELD. He did not want any distractions from his... well his distraction of being distracted from reality.
"FAT-BOTTOMED GIRLS YOU MAKE THE ROCKIN' WORLD GO ROOOOOUNNNND." He sang loudly, voice cracking. A bottle of Tequila in one hand and the remote for his music controls in the other, Tony slid across the hard wood floor of his living room in his socks, Risky-Business style.
[[POSTING ORDER: TONY > BRUCE > THOR > WADE > TASK > SPIDEY > UMBRA]]
Some nights I wish that this all would end 'cause I could use some friends for a change |
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The God of Thunder
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Post by Thor Odinson on Feb 5, 2013 18:57:53 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 268px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=70); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Thor wasn't the sort to make house calls. Although he had a cellphone, he didn't use it much. The first phone he had, he had accidentally broken the touch screen. The second phone had shattered during his battle with the power woman and bilgesnipe in Japan. He was on his third Samsung Galaxy phone, and he really did not want to break this one.
Did Thor know Tony was drunk off his ass? No. But the woman at the front desk did not argue when the tall, muscled Asgardian asked to see Tony in his studio. When Tony didn't answer the door, Thor heard the singing and was afraid that his friend and fellow Avenger might have been dying. "Tony!" he shouted, busting the door down. When he stepped through he found Tony Stark singing, with half of his clothes on, wiggling his rear to some loud music. What had been concern was now replaced with roaring laughter. It reminded him of the great halls, if the halls had only serviced a party of one. It seemed wrong to drink alone so Thor offered his company.
"Tony! I am glad to see you are well! So the Man of Iron is thirsty I see! You shall not drink alone tonight, my friend. Tell me! What songs do your people sing!?"
ϟ Tag: TASK, DEADIE, PETER, TONY, ETC | Words: 230ish | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: side photo | Notes: --- [/style]
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 5, 2013 20:28:47 GMT -5
A party of two? Never! Not when there was a merc or two in the sky whom had gained themselves a set of hang-gliders, and had since decided to take one another in an airborne duel. Why an airborne duel between mercs on hang-gliders? There was apparently a hell which was blur and able to freeze over, the "why"s weren't important right now. What was important was their rather botched trajectory, incoming speed and angle of which themselves and earth found themselves. Both Deadpool and Taskmaster had found themselves very much high above Stark towers, dishing out aimless kicks as if they were going out of style, and failing to remain parallel with the ground and sky.
In other words, they were very quickly nose diving directly towards Tony's skylight while they blindly attempted to hurt each other. Both had become tangled and failed to actually try to regain any sense of control, they were far more in tested in botching every attempted blow they might have been able to throw. The results? Unsuccessful. The consequences? Well, if you were Tony's roof, catastrophic. In fact, even if you were Iron Man yourself. Unfortunately for Stark, he was Iron Man himself, and that meant one thing - impending property damage.
With a loud shatter, the clatter of metal and the rolling of bodies, the two had went straight through the glass, hit the floor, and bounced while the hang-gliders practically shattered against the wooden floor. That took quite a scuffing too, as the poles scraped and dragged, scratching and marking the area on which they stood. Less than fortunate for Stark industries, but at least the pair of dive-bombing idiots were pretty much alright.
What's that?...Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed they wish to be referred to as "The Take Cash or Card For All Your Murdery Needs Duo", or T2CAYMD for short. Not my words, Wade and Tony's idea. Task Tony. Stark isn't a mercenary, you silly geese.
Anyway, back on topic, Wade pulled himself to his feet, scrapping the glass from his now tattered red suit, getting it out of his wounds before looking at the roof - a bad day for the owner. The owner who he then learned was standing behind him. There was only one way out of this situation - talk all the bullshit which could be gathered, and then never stop talking. Either Tony would get bored, leave and allow Wade and Task to take over, where they would become super rich playboy weapons makers, who would eventually bankrupt Stark Industries by putting projects such as "the custard pie nuke" into effect, or, he would just keep drinking. Either way, the outcomes seemed to be winning ones.
"Bumblebee, have I got the perfect business idea for you? Everyone says it can't rain indoors, or to go outside in the sun and play, or that snow doesn't belong in the house. Well, all that is now a lie, with our brand new product idea, the Weather In-Housernator! Amaze your friends, annoy your enemies, or throw eggs at police officers, now you can enjoy the beauty and wonder of the natural elements in the synthesised comfort of your own home!"
It might have been worth asking Task what he was doing, or checking nothing was on fire - of that anything should, but let's get real, whenever it came to Wade, every writer was cruel like that. Everything had to suffer from SpongeBob Lack of Reality syndrome, where things were prone to spontaneous combustion even under the sea.
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Fidelitas Venum.. Loyalty for Sale
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 5, 2013 20:57:59 GMT -5
A hang-gliding duel, a grand plan at the time. 'It will be a blast!' he said 'Gives you an advantage' he said. Why did anyone ever listen to a word Wade said? Really though, how could Taskmaster refuse? He was offered a free chance at hurting Wade and getting away with it - mostly. Sure enough though, about halfway through their flight the flaws became evident. They couldn't hit one another at all.. they couldn't even fly right. Why? Neither of them knew what the hell they were doing. Like children trying to figure out a string hammock for the first time, they just got dangled and in the end.. they fell.
That's when it hit him. Falling didn't mean squat to Deadpool.. Taskmaster, on the other hand, was suddenly cursing the position he was in.
Not twenty minutes ago it was an idea filled with youth, and spunk, and bravado.. and now it was an idea filled with pain, and regret, and something stabbing quite intrusively into the small of mans back. Fidgeting around he pulled a piece of some sort of windowed structure from his back. Metal? Wood? Whatever it was it was sharp, pointy, and had been dangerously close to puncturing some organ or another that Masters needed.
All he could hear was Wades ranting. Greeeeat, the lunatic was not only fine he was already talking. Deciding to wait a bit before moving, adjusting to the general feel of being sore inside and out all over his body, he just listened. Deadpool was pitching some sort of new product about letting the outside in? What sort of sale was this? How could it even work. It was time to put an end to this nonsense and just get out of this mess the tried and true easy way.
The freshly sky-fouled mercenary began to pull himself to his feet, prushing off broken glass and debris here and there. Finally on his feet, Taskmaster prepared to draw his sword when he noticed where he was, finally taking his surroundings in. The half naked man Wade was speaking with was Tony Stark, ie Iron Man.. that wasn't all though. Near by a broken door and the towering frame of Thor himself. Masters froze in his place, his jaw dropping in shock of the sheer level of poor luck Wade pushed on him. Wade finished the introduction of his pitch.. just in time. Time to play his ace in the hole.
"But wait! There's more!" Oh my God.. WADES plan was the only thing Masters could think of?! "The installation is free of charge for our special Midnight Release winners!" I'm gonna die.. I'm gonna die.. "And that's not all! We'll even clean up this mess for you, as a sign of appreciation for your business!" I'm gonna die.. "..and for not calling Fury. Seriously, don't do that. I will jump from this building with Wade as a cushion."
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 5, 2013 21:58:38 GMT -5
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Spider-Man had been making his rounds in the city when his spider-sense caught two masses of merc hurtling towards Stark Tower. "That... can't be good." he grimaced at the pair of hang gliders crashing through the window. How many times had that window been broken into anyways? Tony probably was great buds with a contractor, or better yet had an endorsement with Home Depot or something. God, he didn't want to see the insurance rates on that building-
...Oh, right. Spidey to the rescue!
Peter leaped from a nearby skyscraper to land securely on the side of Stark Tower. It was nice to use the unconventional route again. For his internship he always had to use the elevator... lame. When he crawled up to one floor below the balcony, he tensed his frame, and then leaped into the room. Hey, a guy's gotta make a dramatic entrance right? And there really was no topping hang gliding through Tony Stark's window, so he had to improvise. Spider-Man landed on the ledge, his arms up in the air and poised like an Olympic gymnast. "And he STICKS the landing! Wait, was I off?" If the four men in the room could have seen his face under the mask, his mouth was twisted like McKayla Maroney.
Spidey then adjusted his posture, sassily placing his hands on his hips. "So I got a call about a noise complaint!?"
☢ Tag: YOUS GUYS | Words: 270 | Outfit: SPIDER SUIT | Notes: party rockin' in the house tonight [/style]
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Post by umbra on Feb 5, 2013 22:40:47 GMT -5
Michael had just wanted to talk to Tony Stark, something his father had said he should've done a long time ago, but of course how long had it taken him to even get to the mutant school? Now though, with random SHIELD agents showing up at his apartment saying his girlfriend was on some alien watch list, he decided it was time to talk to the Avenger. Yet when he approached the front desk, where a secretary sat, he wasn't even able to get an introduction out before a loud crash rocked the ceiling overhead. The secretary squealed and flinched while he on the other hand dove for the nearest shadow, rolling through, producing his two short swords from under the suit jacket he had been wearing. It only took seconds for him to roll out of another shadow in Starks room.
What his eyes fell upon though confused the hell out of him. The big blond standing by the door, two beat up costumed men standing next to broken roofing and twisted metal. Even weirder was stark half naked on the floor and Spiderman doing a gymnastics pose.
"Oy, what's going on?"
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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 Feb 5, 2013 22:42:17 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
What the hell.
When the door burst open, slamming into the wall behind it and lodging the doorknob into the drywall, Tony jerked with a startle that cut off his singing rather abruptly and shook him to the core. His balance was already off, but the intrusion sent him even more unstable as he took his next step- and promptly fell to the floor. Thor was here. Huh. Hi Thor. He was yelling and laughing and yelling some more. And the music was still blaring.
In his A-frame shirt, Captain America boxers, and sweat socks stretched up to the middle of his calf, Tony lay sprawled on the floor where he fell. He lifted his head up to look at Thor and furrowed his eyebrows. "Heeeyyyy, Stormaggedon." He grinned and waved at his friend. "You... you thirsty buddy? Cuz... I have some rum. Er... tequila I think. Here." He raised his hand and looked at it. It was empty. Where did his bottle go?
"Huh.... That's weird. It was here a minute ago." He turned over, first getting to his knees and then his feet, stumbling around for several seconds until he caught himself on the counter. The bottle of tequila had flown from his grip and had landed several feet away, on the floor somewhere. "My people, Thor-meister... my people sing about giant posteriors." He sputtered with laughter, snorted, and pointed up at the ceiling, trying to gesture to the song that JARVIS was playing overhead. "Muuuute, you son of a bitch. Can't you see I have company?" He shouted.
"My apologies, Sir." JARVIS replied.
The next series of events was even more unexpected as the skylight above shattered and giant triangular-shaped monsters came flying into the house, slamming into his walls and scraping across his floors. Tony yelped and stumbled backward again, into Thor, bouncing off of the rock-hard Asgardian and crumbling unceremoniously to the floor. He sat up, blinking, eyes wide.
There was somebody in armor with a skeleton's face, he thought. And there was...
"Waaaaaaade," Tony groaned, flopping back onto the floor and shutting his eyes. Maybe if he closed his eyes, Wade would think he was dead and go away. Like a cat who'd gotten bored with the bug they'd played with to death. Oh wait. Glowing circle of light in his chest that meant he was alive. Damn.
What were they saying now? Something about snowing on Fury or throwing eggs at rain clouds. Who the hell cared? They'd just crashed through his roof-
Wait. They'd just crashed through his roof?!
Tony sat up again, trying his best to focus his attention on the gaping hole in the ceiling of his house, the broken glass from the skylight and the window-walls of the veranda that had suffered from the vibrations of impact. Shiiiiiiit.
"Pepper's gonna kill me...." he mumbled. "That was her twelve percent of the house...."
The babble of the two intruders to his home (which he was having a hard time realizing were not his Avenger pals, but... strangers) became like a fly buzzing around Tony's head. One that he couldn't get rid of but just had to ignore. So instead of replying, the Man of Iron just tried to stand up again. One step at a time, right?
He grabbed onto Thor's pant leg to help pull himself up, not really realizing or caring how uncomfortably close his face had just gotten to the god's... body, and slapped Thor's chest to steady himself. Eyelids half-open and pupils two different sizes, Tony stared at Thor before a grin came to his face. "Did I take some really bad shrooms or something?" He snickered, then turned around, only to fall backward into Thor again. Apparently the god was just going to become a pillar for Tony today.
But when he turned back around, there were no longer just two intruders, but three. One dressed in red and blue floor linoleum. Oh. Hey Spidey.
"I only have one question." Tony announced, interrupting Wade and Task's psychobabble. He unsteadily pointed a finger at Taskmaster, closing one eye and squinting his other hard to focus in on the skeleton-faced man. "Why did you bring the Grim Reaper through my ceiling?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2013 23:33:25 GMT -5
OutfitBruce received an invitation from his co-worker Tony Stark. Banner wasn't really the social type, because he believed himself to be too dangerous to the people around him. He paced himself back in forth, trying to contemplate whether he should attend this little get together. 'Oh what the hell' thought Banner as he opened his closet, to see what he could wear. The thin scientist was running low on clothes, because of recent outbreaks of the Hulk. "Where's my damn Gucci suit" spat Bruce as he rustled through his closet. He then came to realize, he'd lost his suit a week ago during a transformation. Sighing very heavily, Bruce grabbed his second pair of dress clothes and threw them on. The thin scientist rode the bus to Stark's building. The trip seemed very long, and a woman wouldn't stop staring at him. Bruce hated being stared at, especially when someone blatantly continued to stare. Each time the bus stopped, more and more people decided to get on. 'Oh great, me stuck in a box full of civilians' thought Bruce as he eyeballed every single person who got on the bus. Bruce, threw himself out of his seat and got off on the next stop. Deciding to walk the rest of the way, Bruce continued to kick a small pebble the whole way there. Bruce opened the doors to the large building, and immediately took in a noseful of what smelled like fine cuisine. Bruce couldn't remember the last time he had a good meal, but that didn't matter right now. The scientist took the elevator up to the very top, where the party was being held. The doors to the elevator slid open, revealing the party guests. Bruce took a couple of steps in, but was taken aback by the grim reaper. "Why did you bring the Grim Reaper through my ceiling? asked Stark. "You know, I was going to ask the same thing" laughed Banner as he inspected the creature with lucid curiosity. Banner looked over at Spiderman, and smiled widely. "And you must be the famous Spiderman?" asked Bruce with a wide grin.
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The God of Thunder
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Post by Thor Odinson on Feb 6, 2013 23:59:32 GMT -5
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"Tony, you did not tell me you were expecting visitors." Apparently, the red sailor was named Wade. That left the stranger in the doorframe (Michael), and the skeleton to be identified, as Thor already was familiar with Bruce and Spider-Man.
His friend had taken it to using Thor as a crutch, and he didn't seem to notice or bother or care except upon closer inspection Thor could see Tony was really intoxicated. He knew there were laws in this realm about drinking and driving cars under the influence of alcohol, and he was hoping those laws also extended to Tony and his Iron Man suit. Though his people often drank before battle to fuel their spirits, there was a large difference with that and the stumbley form clinging to his frame.
"Banner! It is good to see you." Thor said with Tony wobbily pawing at him to keep his gravity straight. "Spider, you as well." he nodded, picking up Tony by his shirt like a marionette and reminding him he had feet.
Thor turned to Michael first, ignoring the mercenary jesters for now, "It would be best for you to lay down your weapons," he advised, and then quirked an eyebrow at the big mess in the middle of the room waiting to be addressed. It must have been out of place to go through formal greeting before addressing the scene clearly demanding everyone's attention, but Thor figured if he didn't get that out of the way now, he would have lost the opportunity later.
He had done his fair share of crashing through ceilings. When Tony was stabilized, Thor stepped forward, glancing between the two below him. They certainly were a talkative pair. He was silent for a moment, then extended his hand for a shake. "Greetings, I am Thor. Apologies, however Tony Stark is not handling business arrangements today."
ϟ Tag: YOU GAIZ | Words: 408 | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: see left | Notes: Wolfie has a post order in the OP in case you haven't seen it yet! <3 [/style]
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 8, 2013 7:44:02 GMT -5
It seemed Task had recognised true genius in the face of a super powered Viking, in the sense that he had decided to run with one of the greatest plans known to all man in fear getting it wrong would end in having his ass pounded into oblivion by the big blonde Norseman. Then again, Task might have liked that - Wade always had his suspicions about the skull dawning mercenary. More questions on that later. For now, it was all about earning his BAFTA, this was going to work, he could feel it. He could sense it. He could even taste it; sort of like Mexican food, which was a coincidence considering that was what he had for dinner prior to the hang-gliding incident.
"Relax, muscles. Me, Wade. Me, friend. Me, banging Danii Washington? You, friend of Danii Washington. He, Taskmaster. He very, very silly. You no cause hurt, or Danii be very very mad Thor with, m'kay?"
Good and patronising, what could possibly go wrong with that? Certainly not impending violence, that was for sure. Why, if anything, Thor would have to appreciate such a simple, easy to understand, full of grammatical errors answer! Or something like that, it was probably going to end in extreme, hammer swinging, lightning striking violence. Yup, everything was going to be A-OK!
That was, until he realised who else had joined the party. A shadow ninja, a man who got green and bulky whenever he couldn't solve a Chinese finger trap, and the worst of them all. This guy was the worst of the worst - he was so bad, Wade dreamed of the day he tore up the man's suit and binned it. This guy, THIS guy...
"We meet again, Ripoff-Man. Seriously, can't you start wearing black, or orange, or girly pink? Because seriously, I'm sick of being in New York and people saying "aren't you Spider-Steve? Why are you gonna shoot me, Spider-Steve?! What did I ever do to you, Spider-Steve?!" God damn it, New York, that's not my name, and neither is Rick!"
Wade stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at Bruce. Had he gotten loud again? Crap, he had gotten loud again. Then there was only one thing he could do. He was going to have to calm the beast - sate it, relax that growling green bastard inside. It was the only way. He approached Banner very slowly, and very cautiously, before he reached out to grab him at the tops of the arms.
"Stay calm, Bruce. Stay calm, Bruce. Bruce! Stay, calm. Stay, calm, Bruce. Stay calm, Bruce! Stay calm Bruce! STAY CAALM BRUCE! STAY CALM BRUCE! STAY CALM BRUCE! STAAAAAY CAAAAAALM BRUUUUUUUUUUUCE! BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCE!"
He was shaking Bruce violently back and forth by the time the screaming had started, gripping his arms uncomfortably tight. At least he was, before suddenly stopping to massage over the good doctor's arms, one brow raised and screaming deceased, as though it had never, ever happened.
"Hey, you're feeling more muscley, have you been working out? That shirt fits better too, you have been working out! What gym do you go to? We can be iron pumping buddies - doth legendary it shall be."
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Fidelitas Venum.. Loyalty for Sale
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 8, 2013 19:51:03 GMT -5
Suddenly Taskmaster found himself standing in a room filled with some of the scariest Avengers in the lot. And here, in this dark hour.. he found his only safety to be the allegiance he had with Deadpool. Wade freaking Wilson was the 'safe bet' he had on making it out of here alive. If they caught on to who he was.. things could go poorly, luckily the man most likely to figure it out was so drunk he thought Taskmaster was the Grim Reaper.
Masters began to slowly wave his arms around, coiling his fingers in and out as ghostly as he could. "I'm not the Grim Reaper, Tony Stark. I am the Ghost of Christmas Future.. and unless you pay me one million dollars; I will make your life suck for the next year or twoooOOOOooooooOoOoOooOo-" he would have gone further. Ya know, tried to sell it, he had a whole plan to really bring it home and maybe get a down payment out of him. However, he was cur short by Thor being.. friendly, and yet still horrifying.
Wade began some deluded rant, and all Masters could do was make hand motions along with whatever Wade was saying. Making grabbing at his imaginary busty chest at the mention of Danii while wagging his butt back and forth. Not very attractive, and of course this stopped to when he was called 'silly'. Though he wanted to speak up, his actions over the past few minutes weighed heavily against him. So, sadly, Masters held his tongue and hung his head low in acceptance.
After his introduction, Taskmaster extended his hand to Thors, greeting him in return. "Pleasures all mine, Thor. Like the crazy man said, you can call me Taskmaster. In reference to the Elemental Ceiling Installment.. we've already installed it. We can't just leave without payment. I - personally - accept being pardoned for intruding as ample down payment." Yea, well done Tony, spot on.. there's no way Thor could kill you now - you sold it too well.
Wade had Bruce under control, all that was left was Spidey, and the warping guy with pointy objects. He didn't know exactly how to address any of them. His eyes went from Spiderman.. to Bruce Banner.. to the Cloak(like person). The skull mask hid his features, his intentions, as he tried to decide what to do. Slowly, with intention and design he raised his hand up to his chest.. and then suddenly, he waved gingerly. "Uhm.. hi." he said.
Nailed it.
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Does whatever a spider can
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 26, 2013 16:06:16 GMT -5
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"And last but not least, me, making a perfectly good nod to the summer Olympics without so much as a giggle, but I digress. Did I miss anyone?" Spider-Man looked around the room, counting the members of the party with his fingers. He held up seven.
He waved to Bruce and Thor, who had addressed him. He puffed up a bit, proud that he had the word 'famous' attached to his name. "The one and only."
"Wait, Danii?" Peter quirked his head in Thing 1's direction. His instinct went immediately to lick his lips under the mask. His stomach felt awfully more hollow without one of her burgers or desserts inside. "Oh, man. Her burgers are delicious." Though Peter wondered why the heck ever Danii would date this crazy guy in red, he didn't question it. He was pretty sure he'd seen stranger couples. Heck, he'd been in stranger couples. "I'm not a ripoff. If anything you look like me, pal." Peter huffed and put his hands on his hips indignantly.
If anyone could see his face under the mask, it melted into one of horror, all color gone from his skin when Wade decided to poke the hulk with a pointy stick. Peter immediately scanned the rooms for possible exits. He did not want to be 'squashed' by the incredible green guy anytime soon. Preferably, never, but luck never seemed to be on his side that way.
☢ Tag: Grumpy, Sleepy, Doc, Dopey, Bashful, and Sneezy. | Words: 300ish | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: suit | Notes: Sorry it took me 500 miles to get this done. [/style]
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Post by umbra on Mar 9, 2013 22:52:48 GMT -5
Alot of things seemed to happen at once and Michael had issues surmizing much from it except everyone here knew eachother here to some degree except him. The acknowledged him of course, like the one he knew as Spiderman answering his question of what was going on, and even ghe slightly nerve racking serious look and tone from Thor telling him to put away his swords. Yet even as he did Michael stalked the shadows near the edge of the room, wondering if he moved toward the middle of the room, what kind of mess would he find himself in.
Before long another seemed to join the party. The only other that semed to be dresed like he came here on purpose like Michael. The guy seemed cool and calm, even collected. He seemed confused by the scene before him, as they all were, but seemed to write it off to normality and go back to calm. Yet everyone around seeme to tence except Michael. One of the idiot acrobats even ran up to him and started yeling into hus face telling him to calm himself.
¨The hell you doing mate? the guys completely calm.¨ He wanted to step toward the two, to tell the red guy to back off, yet something was holding him back. a word? why word hold him back? No it was a name they used for him. Bruce, that name sounded familier, like he had heard his brother talk about it once..... "O hell." Aaaand thats when he realized he was standing the presence of Bruce Banner.
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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 Mar 14, 2013 11:52:46 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]Ghost of Christmas Future? Was he in some weird acid-version of A Christmas Carol? Wait... didn't that make him... "I am not Ssssscrooge!" He announced loudly for everyone to hear, throwing an arm up and pointing, wobbly, to the sky. "I loooove Chris'mis. Know why?" He stumbled over to Taskmaster and looped an arm around his shoulders. "The eggnog. Is always. Spiked." He snickered, laughing through his teeth. Then his eyes went wide when he saw Bruce. "Banner!" Tony shouted. He raced across the room, sliding past Michael and Spidey, and nearly crashed into Bruce when his socks lost traction on the floor. "Science Bro!" He grabbed onto the lapel of Bruce's jacket to stabilize himself. "You are too sober for this party, Sir. Either you have to be completely off your rocker or literally falling off your rocker. New rule. SO SAYS STARK!"He threw his hands up again, twisting his torso to look at the rest of the people in the room and make sure they were paying attention to him. "Either crazy or drunk! Your choice!" He turned back around and wobbled a bit while pointing past Bruce, to Deadpool. "Doubletap. Can you get drunk or are you cursed like Captain Underpants? ...I mean America." He blinked a couple of times. "It matters not!" He shouted before Wade could answer him. "Drinks all around!"Tony grabbed onto the counter to guide him as he shuffled around to the kitchen-side of it. "Let me introduce you all to the wonderful little drink I like to call the Mark I. Who wants a round? No, scratch that. Everybody wants a round. Two rounds. Ten rounds. Ain't no party like a Tony Stark party!"Because apparently it was a party now. [[Yes, I DID use the drink from Steve's. ;D]] Some nights I wish that this all would end 'cause I could use some friends for a change |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 16:32:26 GMT -5
Bruce was surprised at the amount of heroes that had joined in on Stark's party. He'd thought this would've been a quiet get together with only the Avengers, but knowing Stark he would've invited the whole city just to get some more TV time. 'Typical Tony' thought Bruce as he watched the man from afar as he continued drinking his alc like a racehorse. He then turned his attention to the grim reaper, but decided it would've been right to keep an eye on the man. Halloween was over after all, and the mere look on the man's face looked threatening. From out of nowhere he heard the sound of a familiar voice. Old English wasn't common these days, and the only person known to have used the language was none other than, Thor Odinson. Bruce smiled widely as he placed a hand on the god's built shoulder, "Its always a pleasure to see you Thor."
The scientist quickly adjusted his eyes glasses, but was then taken aback by another man. The mutant quickly grasped Bruce's arms very tightly and began telling him to calm down multiple times. His eyes immediately darted to the party crowd, and then back into the eyes of Wade. "I'm actually very calm, but you’re making me uncomfortable” spoke Bruce as he grabbed Wade’s arms and removed them from his shoulders. Another ‘bloke’ had interfered, but was astounded by who he was eyeing. “Are you Australian? I’ve been to Australia once before and I have to tell you I didn’t see a single kangaroo over there” chuckled Bruce has he rubbed the back of his head.
Before Umbra was even given the chance to respond, Tony rushed through the small crowd of people and almost crashed into Bruce. Tony was so intoxicated that he felt the need to hold onto the lapel of the scientist’s suit, just so he could keep his posture. If Tony were to fail one test, then a field sobriety would’ve been it. He narrowed his eyes at Tony’s peer pressuring words, and shook his head. “No… No… Your tower’s already received too much damage, the last thing we need is for me to get mean and green, especially being at a large height” said Bruce with a serious look to Tony. The scientist was a lightweight, but that was because his body was already poisoned with radiation. Bruce gritted his teeth at the site of the ‘Mark I’ which looked damned good. He quickly walked over to the counter and grabbed a glass, without hesitation. He quickly downed the shot glass within a glass and smiled widely as he felt the warmth of the drink slide down his throat. “Hmm so the Mark I… What does it consist of?” asked the curious scientist as he put the empty glasses back on the table.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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