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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
Contact denied? [Taskmaster]
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 8, 2013 2:42:57 GMT -5
Nothing could ever be easy. Just go his way, happen A-B-C style and then be done with. No, no no no, not for Tony.. he deserved the worst that happenstance could throw at him. The knocks brought him straight up to attention, prompting him to throw the couch over to it's back even before Wanda came to warn him. Beneath it were his tools; his shield, bow and arrows, some rope and his sidearms. and some surprises. By the time Wanda came back in, he had most of it on him, fastened tight and properly. His bow and quiver slung over his back, his sidearms snug in their underarm holsters, and shield fit to his left forearm and sword on his hip. This is how he felt most comfortable, armed to the teeth with the tools he had mastered.
"Don't gotta tell me twice, I'll be right behind ya." he replied, following her to the window. Her exit strategy was.. juvenile at best, and her execution? Even worse, novice mistakes. He couldn't hold it against her though, Wade did the same stuff all the time. He'd perform amazing feats of athletic and acrobatic excellence and end it by hurting himself. Part of Tony always believed he did it on purpose, make everyone think less of him a little. It was always hard to decide if someone was totally gone when they were mad, or brilliant.
A sigh escaped from his mask, taking one last look back at the door he smiled. His skeletal mask hiding his pleased expression, but his demeanor revealing some measure of malicious intent. In his free hand he held a high-powered Grenade, custom designed, combining the elements of the Flash Bang and the Smoke Bomb together. He called it the 'Zatoichi Special', and it more than lived up to it's name. It wasn't just smoke it released after the flash of light, it was a powerful mix of pepper spray and other blinding chemical agents. Rolling it across the floor he waited, and just as the door open and Security cautiously stepped in.. he stepped out.
By step out we all know, of course, that he leaped from the window to escape the explosion. Totally harmless in the long run, but more than capable of making sure no one was able to leave that room for awhile.. easily, anyway.
This sort of fall meant nothing to him, the height irrelevant. So long as h had surfaces to interact with, he could manage a fall without hurting himself.. unlike others. Utilizing countless forms of martial arts, stylized combat and movements copied from others, he almost glided down the buildings side. Gripping edges with his finger tips just long enough to slightly angle himself before releasing, pushing off of this exposed brick to reach for the next window seal. An impressive display, but for Tony this wasn't anything unusual, he had grown to be unimpressed by his feats. After all, even considering how graceful he was.. it was all within Human limitations.
Even if he did push that envelope sometimes.
After landing he made it a point to lead Wanda away. "Follow me Mrs. Smooth, we can't stay here for too long. Gotta get some distance." Did she know that? Probably.. did that mean she could remember without being told? He didn't trust that. They had plenty of alleys to choose from, and it wouldn't take long to get her back on her feet - so to speak. Ducking into a small by-way within a larger alley he pulled Wanda in and sat her down against a wall. Posting himself up against it he kept an eye out for any would-be pursuers that had happened to trace them this far.
"So.. you gotta work on those landings." Despite this clear jab at her, he kept a clear tone and straight face.. far as anyone else knew.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 8, 2013 3:22:44 GMT -5
She watched at how graceful he was getting out of the room compared to her actions. The nice flash bang grenade was cool. She wished she thought of it! Not that she knew it was mixed with other powders to make it more effective to slowing a few people down in a room. “Next time I'm putting trip wires in my hotel room. That way no one can sneak up on me,” she stated.
'Razor wire all over the place?' 'Yup! That way they have to limbo all over the place just to get to me.' The thought amused her and she sorely wanted to do it now. Make people do the limbo while going through her room. As she hobbled along she noticed that she was letting Tony lead her. Not that she knew where his clients were hiding out at any rate.
“Like, did you just have to call me that? I so did not know those steps were that close to my side of the building. I would of landed a big ten score if I knew the area better,” she said while being pulled into an alley. She felt like a child as she was being forced to sit down. It wasn't like this is the first time of walking around with broken bones until they mended themselves.
“Like you're Mr. Perfect,” she scoffed. “I betcha can't do anything without those silly mimic powers. Especially climbing down a building side.” Wanda made sure that her ankle was healing right and it did not to be re-broken. It would suck majorly if she needed to break it. Luckily it was healing right on schedule. “So now where to, buttercup? Also I hope your boys have a lot of cash with them. I wouldn't mind swimming in some money. Too bad a swimming pool full might be out of the question.”
She stood to her feet and went to peer around Tony to see what he was looking for. They couldn't have called for back up already and knew which direction they were heading. “Please tell me you stole that shield from General America and repainted it on him. That would so be awesome if you did. I kinda hate the guy but wouldn't mind it if he-” Wanda stopped mid-sentence as she felt something brush against her leg which caused her to let out a shriek and cling to Tony.
She finally glanced down to see what it was and found a stray ankle biter. Fur as muddy as mud and eyes as soulful as a scary China doll. “Oh my God! Where did you come from, sweetie? Yuck! A bit stinky but quiet as a mouse,” said the female mercenary as she bent down and picked the dog up. “ I shall name you Mudball. Look! Isn't he just adorabubble?” She shoved the dog into Tony's face. The dog seemed to like the attention as he wagged his tail and let out a yappy bark.
'Nooo! Shut up, doggy!' 'But we need to find him a home!'
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 8, 2013 21:01:55 GMT -5
"I'd be nothing without my power?" he replied, his skull masked face slowly turning around to face her. One hand making a stabbing gesture into the air. "You'd be dead without yours, Wanda." he countered, before getting back to the task at hand. It wasn't security he was watching for, oh no, it was his clients foot soldiers. There was no way they didn't have eyes on this place, and all this commotion would bring them out for sure. They'd have to be taken care of quickly if this was going to work.
Without anything even resembling a segue she began to talk about his shield. "Gen-.. you mean Captain America? No, this isn't his." he answered, in the spirit of kindness, before going back to ignoring her and keeping watch.
She was talking some more, something about swimming in money. It wasn't a bad idea, but that would have to wait until they collected. Suddenly she was pressed against him, squeezing and yelping. Tony turned around ready to strike when he saw it was a stray. A stray dogged spooked her.. a mercenary, who just jumped out of a building. A sigh escaped from his skeletal jaws before turning back to try and watch for followers.
She couldn't let him be though, pressing the smelly mutt into his face for attention. "Yea, he's just the cutest darned thing I ever did saw, now keep a hold of him, keep him quiet. We're gonna have guests soon." Removing the bow from his back, he drew and nocked an arrow in preparation for their arrival. The puppy could be given attention and pets later, for now though, the soldiers had to get taken out before they could relay anything else past the explosion.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 8, 2013 22:48:28 GMT -5
So he was still Captain America in this universe? Wanda felt confused by her knowledge of what was going on in her universe and this one. Shaking her head, she pet the puppy. “Well you should of stole it anyways. Would have been amusing. And guests, do you mean like the guy hiding down at the other end of the alley?” she said while pulling out her gun, holding the puppy in one arm.
'Maybe we should of told him sooner.' 'Puh! He wouldn't of believed us.' The female mercenary glanced up at the tall walls to see if anyone was moving about on the building tops. She wouldn't put it past them to be up there with no way for either her or Tony to jump that high. Wall kicking wouldn't work due to the sides of the alley being too far apart or she would of put the dog down and jumped up there to check.
“If you have an EMP device on you I would think it would be needed now. I mean that guy has been down there for a few minutes. Didn't think you would of believed me if I told you. And don't even think they would use Mudball! He's too dirty for them to have just stole him from some person walking their dog or something,” she said while narrowing her eyes at Tony as if daring him to blame the dog. Just let him try to hurt this dog while she was nearby.
'Try it and eat lead, Skullface.' 'How about making the other guy eat lead?' Wanda set the dog down and charged down the alley. Not bothering to wait to see what Tony will say next. She got shot in the shoulder as she popped out to face the guy but she managed to shoot him in between the eyes. Coming back to where Taskmaster was standing, she tossed him a cell phone that she had swiped off of the guy and held up a walkie talkie device.
“Sadly the chump didn't have a wallet on him to get cash and an ID from,” she pouted. The dog dubbed Mudball was getting scared with what was going on but felt relieved when the female mercenary gave him some attention before a wave of fighting began.
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Mar 2, 2013 19:41:35 GMT -5
"Yea, like that guy." he confirmed, unable to add anything further, or even recommend a plan of action before she took off down the alley. She fought much like he expected her too, much like Wade would have. Closed spaces, tight corners, a perfect place to take advantage of superior training and agility to quickly dispatch your foes with grace and skill; dispatching all threats with little to-do and without any injury.
Tony could see it, or would it be more accurate to say that Taskmaster could see it? He could foresee himself, what he would do, the techniques that the surroundings would have enabled. A ghostly apparition of himself, a projection of his mind, leaping and dodging bullets, hiding behind his shield, slaying his marks with sword and arrow. It was a work of art, a work built on a solid foundation of skill and talent no one else in this world would ever possess; or understand. He could see it all well before it happened.. as always.
And yet, what actually happened was much different. Wanda charged in a straight line down the alley, got shot several times, and very clumsily (per Taskmasters standards) murdered people that shot at her. It was very base. It was very effective.. it was not how he had planned to handle the situation. Wanda returned with a cellphone and a walkie-talkie device, it seemed to be fairly short range, probably just used by the ground teams. That wasn't what concerned him, what bothered him was the cell phone. The possibility he had gotten through to them was what made the rest of this plan bothersome. He had no immediate idea where they were.. he was going to have that relayed to him after reporting her death. The chance that they may know better now was a serious hitch in the plan.
Of course.. she was a Deadpool..
"Hey.. Wanda, I've got two questions for you. One, how badly do you want to find these guys.." he help up a finger as he spoke, raising a second before he continued "..and secondly, just being shot in the head doesn't kill you; does it?"
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Mar 3, 2013 21:28:56 GMT -5
Well this was going to be as fun as a kick in the teeth. Or this case a bullet to the head. 'Why did it have to come to this?' 'Probably due to finding out the guy had a walkie-talkie and a cell phone.' She let out a small groan of annoyance. “Must we ruin my hair? Blood is not that easy to get out! Sure it is easier to get out of hair than clothes but that's not the point,” she said with a little whine. Clearly this meant she can take a hit to the head and still live.
A few hours knocked out would be a piece of cake for her. Sadly it wouldn't be the “good” kind of knocked out. But what about poor Mudball? He would be left all alone! The female mercenary did not like the choices here. “What about Mudball? He's going to be left alone to fend for himself again. Some moron might even run him over! That would be such a tragic ending,” she said with a slight sniffle. Her heart more towards the dog than the man she just killed without a second thought.
'Maybe he can just shove the dog in some elder woman's house on the way to those jerks?' 'Good idea! They always need dogs or cats for company.' “If you find Mudball a nice home while dragging my body to those guys then I'll allow the shot to the head. If you don't do that then I'll have to hurt you in some way, shape and form. When you least expect it,” stated Wanda with narrowed eyes while petting the dirty dog.
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Mar 4, 2013 0:03:42 GMT -5
"I can do that much, hand him over." Tony gestured for the puppy to be given to him as he spoke. He kept his gun holstered for now, taking the puppy and placing him in a box, sliding it behind a nearby dumpster. "I'll get him in a minute.. little guy didn't need to see this, wouldn't feel right, ya know? Anyway, I'll try to spare your hair. I don't typically chat with the people I shoot.. this is kinda weird for me, so I'm just gonna pull the trigger and wake you up later."
Drawing his pistol he placed it flesh against side of her head, trying to avoid getting too much gore on her hair. "Goodnight." he added before pulling the trigger. The gunshot didn't echo much, most of the shots sound being absorbed by the immediate impact, a certain puppies loud yelping could be heard in reply to the unpleasantly loud sound to his sensitive ears, following by the sound of a body falling limply to the ground. So.. there it was. She was out cold, which was weird, because he shot her in the head. Still, he had done this dance before with Wade, on accident more than anything, so he knew the drill.
Holstering his pistol, the mercenary leaned down and grabbed her body by the wrist, dragging her behind him quite carelessly. Stopping by the dumpster he picked up the whimpering little puppy, and proceeded to exit the alleyway. Of course, this spectacle was immediately noticed by anyone who happened to be paying attention to their surroundings. Taskmaster didn't care though, the explosion and gunfire had been ignored for the most part so far. This meant his original clients had paid off authorities before hand.
Walking into traffic he approached the first car to stop, it was an older Chevy Silvardo.. nice find, spacious. The driver cautiously stepped out as Taskmaster gestured with his head for the man to exit the vehicle. "Smart play, friend." Masters stated, walking past the idol man as he placed Mudball in the drivers seat before hoisting Wandas body roughly into the back of the vehicle. A loud thud as she hit the bed of the truck, the shocks rocking a bit from the abrupt impact. The skeletal figure then turned around over his shoulder, eye balling the man he was carjacking..
"Hey, you have a kid?" 'Yes..' the man replied, fear in his voice, but he stood his ground. The mans hands coiled into fists, good guy, to be ready to fight in a spot like this. Contrary to what the victim and onlookers may have been thinking, the skull faced killed reached into the drivers seat, producing Mudball, and handing him over. "Congratulations. You and your family now own a puppy. Take good care of him, or I will come and kill you, trust me - I have my ways. I'll take good care of your truck, the cops will find it in no time and it'll be back in your driveway before you have time to explain this puppy to your lady. We got a deal?" With little real choice in the matter, the trucks owner graciously accepted the offer and took Mudball against his chest. With that part of his deal taken care of, Taskmaster fled the scene.
Once he was an acceptable distance away from the origin of this whole mess, he pulled out the cellphone that Wanda had originally handed him and pressed redial. Sure enough, he got the guys that paid him.. and they were expecting his call. They had an argument with him over the guys that died in the alleyway, and yea that sucked for them - but he had told them to stay hands off. In fact, they ruined his whole plan, which is why the job went down like it did. After a brief debate on whether or not they could trust him, the clients agreed to send someone to him to make sure she was dead as paid for. Which was fine, of course.
And lo', their errand boy confirmed she was shot in the head. The meeting was set, and the errand boy left, and it was a glorious day for all. It was then that Taskmaster moved Wandas body to the backseat of the truck, rather than the bed. His motive being that it would be easier to move around if she was hidden, so people in windows weren't calling the cops. Also.. she should have been waking up soon, and didn't want her making too much of a scene.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Mar 4, 2013 0:27:02 GMT -5
Wanda handed the puppy over as Taskmaster promised to find him a good home. “Still your lucky day, Mudball. You'll get a home for sure but not with me or Mr. Skullhead.” She smiled under her mask and looked back at the man about to shoot her. “Sadly that won't be the case. Besides I usually end up waking up on my own so I hope lil' ol' me doesn't ruin it for ya at random.” 'My hair will be a gross mess when I wake up!' 'Just don't mess things up.'
She wasn't able to stop talking. Yet. “Not so sweet dreams, sweetie,” she said just before the trigger was pulled. This is when everything went quiet. Her own mind was offline until the wound healed. Pretty much pure bliss for anyone that hated her nonstop talking. It was a good thing she couldn't feel anything as being dumped into the bed of a pickup truck was not something she would of preferred. Of course breaking bones might of happened if he was being careless to prove she's dead.
Not so much fun with waking up to. Luckily it would seem her body was being cooperative on being moved around so much in a dead weight. Blood had stopped oozing for a several minutes as if her body supply may have been depleted. So if they had no idea of her healing ability then the errand boy would have been completely fooled by this charade. After a few minutes after being moved into the back seat of the pickup truck, Wanda was starting to come to.
'Testing. One. Two.' 'Owie. We're moving.' Wanda began to get her bearings back into place. Still laying in the back seat, she asked, “Are we there yet?”
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