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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
Whack-A-Skrull! (Petunia)
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Does whatever a spider can
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 6, 2013 3:28:15 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Coney Island at night was something everyone needed to scratch off their bucket list... like yesterday.
The city was always lit up, but it was another alien feeling entirely to watch the earth plummet into starlight the way that Coney Island's carnival grounds did. Peter had decided to use the last piece of his day off to visit the famous peninsula. He had come here often with his aunt and uncle when he was younger, and today he had decided to come on his Uncle Ben's birthday. May had thrown a small, ceremonious affair between the two of them to honor Ben in their hearts, but Peter wanted to see the lights again and feel small, go back to a time when the island still felt like magic and back to when he could walk through the sea of stars holding his aunt and uncle's hands in his tinier ones. Peter looked down as his palm and closed a fist loosely. He was taller than his uncle now, wiser too. He had him to thank for that. Ben Parker would have been 67 years old.
Peter stopped at a cotton-candy booth, eager for something sweet to calm him. The man behind the machine greeted him rather coldly. Peter was rather taken aback, but took it as a sign of that famous New Yorker hospitality.
"No, cotton candies for jyou." he said sharply, long before Peter could even open his mouth.
Peter tilted his head. The man looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where or what. Peter than just took it all as a laugh. "Soup Nazi! Oh man! I love Seinfeld too, good one. Man, you look like a dead ringer for that guy!"
The Cotton Candy Nazi gave him the same reply. "No cotton candies for jyou," and stepped closer. Peter was starting to feel uneasy, but when the man snatched Peter's hard-won-carnival-prize stuffed otter, Peter was livid. That was HIS otter thank you very much!
The Cotton Candy Nazi then made a break for the fun house. "H-hey!" Peter then chased after him. He had to rescue his otter from the clutches of the vile candy not-salesman. He followed him into the house of mirrors, but was zig-zagging at the multiple reflections of the man. He did not know that the Cotton Candy Nazi was actually a skrull, and that Spider-Man was their target to infiltrate Stark Tower and the Avengers. The skrull had led him here with the intentions of capturing and assuming his identities as both Peter Parker and Spider-Man. Dodging through the maze to follow the man, Peter was soon surrounded by an entire team of Skrulls, each of them dressed as Spider-Man.
☢ Tag: JESSICA <333 | Words: 480ish | Outfit: Peter | Notes: SPIDER-CLAN [/style]
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Post by Jessica "Spider-Woman" Drew on Feb 6, 2013 9:58:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Spider-Woman [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Go to Coney Island they said. It’d be fun they said. Get out and see the city some, it’s not fair to punish yourself your whole life. Go flirt with people, eat some hotdogs, win a stuffed animal. Everyone had pushed her to go out and do things so finally she caved. Now she was here eating her last bite of hot dog and trying to decide if she wanted to get on one of the rides. Her arms folded across her chest as she looked around, trying to decide. There were some guys staring at her like they had never seen a woman before. She shook her head, not feeling up to flirting right now. An avian themed hero occupied that part of her mind lately, not that she thought anything might come of it, but she’d never had a chance to be girlish when she was younger. It felt like a stupid little crush but she rolled with it. She stepped away from where she was, wondering if maybe hotdogs weren’t the best food for her to eat in public.
As she passed by the fun house she froze. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and the bracelet on her wrist went bonkers warning her about Skrulls. She paid her money to go in and once inside she dug around in her pocket, finding her pair of crimson gloves. It helped to concentrate her lightning and made the adhesive use cleaner. The Skrulls knew her. Whispers and fears were always made about her. She had been their queen. Anyone she found that did not get a reaction out of the skrull bracelet she ushered out of the fun house. She kept going forward until she saw the army of Spider-men. ”Oh, for the love of…” All she could hope was that Spidey was at least in plain clothes, but could she be that lucky? After seeing that there were mirrors in the room, she relaxed a little. One, maybe two skrulls. She dropped her bag beside her and pulled off her sweater, then pants and boots, her uniform on under it. Then the mask went on.
She hadn’t seen Spiderman out of his costume, but there was a little guy almost in the middle of the Skrulls. ”Kid! Get out of here!” She announced herself entering and was soon the target of the attention of the Skrull too. She let out a sigh and looked at them before diving into battle. She kept up with the mirrored image of Spiderman well, showing Peter a glimpse of what it might be like to fight the busty brunette version of himself. Well, version of himself except for the lightning that just shot out of her fingers and shattered the mirrors. They were throwing her off badly. One of them went after Peter and she dove into him, driving her shoulder into the Skrull’s chest, knocking him away. ”Kid, seriously, get out!”
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[/color][/div][/style] I was born broken. Tags: Spiderman Outfit:Outfit Notes: WC: 495Table Layout By BRY, 2012 [/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 7, 2013 2:22:35 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Well,she didn't have to yell.
Peter already knew he was in a tight spot, and was horribly flattered. How many Spiders could you fit in one fun house? Well, the world was about to get its answer.
And he was not a KID, thank you very much. Man, he needed to update his wardrobe or something with khakis and sweater vests because everyone seemed to get the vibe that he was twelve or something.
He was about to ask her what qualifications were that she had to usher him out of danger so hastily when Peter had a glowing, bzzzt-bzzt evidence of her expertise knocking over a skrull-spider that gone to attack him. Right now, Peter Parker was a damsel in distress. He didn't mind, really. It was a nice change of pace, but after he'd gotten out of sight he did a quick change into his Spider-Man suit and returned into the fray. Granted, it was probably a stupid idea considering they were fighting a team of Spider-Men, but it wasn't like he had a spare alternate costume just lying around. At home in his apartment? Maybe. He was working on a few new designs, but right now it was classic Spidey vs. Spider-clones vs. Petunia. Go team Parker!
But wait- a flash of tangled color caught his eye and Peter quickly grabbed it and placed it on his head to differentiate himself from the other Spideys. Peter was wearing a rainbow-striped afro wig over his mask to label identify himself as the true version.
"Will the real Spider-Man please stand up!" he called out as he kicked one of himselves in the face. Hey.. that actually felt GOOD! it was the strangest feeling ever, tearing himself a new one, but oddly therapeutic.
"Don't you just hate posers?"
☢ Tag: PETUNIA<3 | Words: 300 | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: The suit finally! +wig | Notes: POLKA DOT POLKA DOT AFRO CIRCUS [/style]
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Post by Jessica "Spider-Woman" Drew on Feb 22, 2013 10:08:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Spider-Woman [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] The tall, slender woman continued to fight the onslaught of Skrull-spidermen. She let out an audible sigh of relief when the kid left the room finally but groaned when he was replaced by Spiderman. That would be something she would investigate later, just exactly –how- Spiderman seemed to be exactly where he needed to be at exactly the right moment, especially after someone of very similar build had just entered the room. Her focus on that caused her to lose it on the fight and she found herself punched back into a wall, the breath knocked out of her. ”Never get used to that.” She said with a soft groan as she stood, watching a Skrull fly toward her. She grabbed his hand and, using her above average strength and his momentum, swung him the other way, crashing him into one of the others.
”Hate posers? You don’t even know the half of it, kid.” Her crisp British voice said as she dived in, lime green hands ablaze. She grabbed one by the head and held her hands tight at his temples, shocking the ever loving hell out of his brain and central nervous system. –Take them down, Drew. Secure the area, call SHIELD.- She thought to herself, glancing to Spiderman, nodding in approval as he fought the attacking Skrull, realizing for the first time what wig he was wearing. Once the Skrull’s knees went weak she stopped to laugh heartily. ”Nice wig!” She exclaimed, still busting a gut laughing.
Jessica finally stopped laughing and moved to jump over one of the Skrull and hooked her feet on the ceiling, looking down at the fight, that brilliant shampoo commercial quality hair hanging down as bait. Her large white eyes made contact with Spiderman, or attempted and then turned her head to the pole behind her. God, she hoped he got the idea. The plan she had was to get the two Skrull to charge her, she was right next to a roof trap door. Spidey could tie them up to the pole, nice and tight while she called SHIELD to come do some further clean up. |
[/color][/div][/style] I was born broken. Tags: Spiderman Notes: WC: 356 Table Layout By BRY, 2012 [/td][/tr][/table]
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Feb 24, 2013 17:39:23 GMT -5
[style=margin-top: 0px; margin-left: 287px; border: none; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 290px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] Man did they have great hair. He'd noticed before, but hot damn. They were fierce.
Though it didn't do him any good to get distracted since there was a him on every corner threatening to kill them. She seeemed to like his humor too. He knew she was him (weirdest sentence ever)! "Oh you like?" he had enough time to do a small sashay of his hips, "Trying out a new look, and this way you won't fry me thinking I'm them. Cause you know. Bzzzt--- BZZZZZT!" [/b]he then pointed suddenly at a foe behind her, buzzing to alert her of the oncoming skrull-spider. "Remind me never to make you angry, Petunia." he watched her zap a Not-Spider-Man in the head. That looked like it hurt. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. He wanted to bzzzt. So unfair, man. Petunia then seemed to hint at something. Oh gosh, shouldn't she know they were no good at charades?! Peter narrowed his eyes (as though staring intensely would bolster their spider-telepathy) and then a lightbulb went off over his head. The plan went off without a hitch. He shot two quick streams of webs at the spider imposters chasing after Petunia and ran up along the wall to use his momentum to send them spiraling along the axis of his webline a few rotations before clinging them to the pole. After that all it took was a few more turns about and they were stuck in his own Spider-Man brand cocoon. Presto, she was gone before they snagged her and Peter had himself and his other self neatly tied to a pole. "I'd say this was empirical evidence that girls are smarter than boys." ☢ [/size][/font] Tag: PETUNIA | Words: 280 | Outfit: suit | Notes: <333 [/div] [/style]
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do not steal
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