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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
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Post by venom on Mar 6, 2013 19:11:56 GMT -5
It started as a funny feeling; like someone was there, watching when you were all alone. No, not someone. Something. Something that didn't belong there - a presence that seemed to travel cell to cell, cage to cage. Most men just expected the worst - it was the spooks, paranoia kicking in; to simplify it all, they were superstitious. Then again, they had every right to be - this was Arkham, an asylum that housed the criminally insane - many men had died in particularly unpleasant circumstances. It was no wonder that the air felt..dank. That the rooms felt like they were being constantly invaded by another world. It made it all the more tragic, really, as they put off the odd feeling, they were actually right.
The death rate had taken a significant rise - men and women, guards and in mate alike seeming to die of starvation, dehydration, suffocation, blood loss and other important fluids vacating their system - they just turned up like corpses left for several months, but without the decay. It was putting everyone in edge; was it a killer? A disease? A virus or a parasite? In truth, it was all of those things, and so, so much more. But they would never know - not until it was too late; Venom was taking it's time in revealing itself.
Everyone seemed to assume the symbiotes as unintelligent and brash, but it couldn't be said for the alien in black. Venom was feeding, going from one host to another, leaving them unaware that there was any kind of problem, simply using them for nourishment. His strength was growing steadily - all the alien wanted was to control it's own fate. And the fate of mankind, of course. Not that it would be a struggle - the extra-terrestrial was working from man to man, host to host, simply draining them of everything that might be important.
Not a single one was worthy - none of them, as far as it was concerned, deserved to have any kind of sync with it; they were just food, canon fodder for the bigger, badder world - but what good would all that be if it couldn't find a suitable host? Well, in reality, there was no fitting host. These were humans, fragile, weak, scrawny beings of existence who failed to produce even the emotional needs for the symbiote to thrive. For that reason, it was taking their very life from them, adding the years to it's strength as it prepared for what was outside.
And what, of everything out there, held it's attention so dear? Why, Spiderman, of course. Venom hated the web slinger - despised him, even. To reject the alien, cast him aside to Eddie Brock, who only did it again. Host after host, none worthy to really keep possession of the symbiote, and every last one ruined - cowards, weaklings, argumentative, unwilling to bend to the will of the symbiote, or properly interact with it. The alien had the choice of who it remain stuck with, and as things stood, it lacked anyone in specific.
Instead, Venom was going to host hop until, eventually, it would be powerful enough to really control the world in some way or another. No more hiding in the shadows, no more ghost style approach, leaving the host completely unaware - it was now simply waiting for the right opportunity, the perfect moment, to finally expose itself first of all, to the asylum, and then the world it lived. The new world it lived. And what an interesting plane of existence it was looking to be; bright lights, new cities, new places, and thousands of unsuspecting prey waiting to fall victim to the jaws of a hungry Venom. He was going to eat his way through ,mankind.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 18:02:36 GMT -5
--------------------------------------- OutfitFrank Castle knew of the Arkham Asylum, a sancutary that housed the criminally insane. Now that the Arkham Aslyum was brought into their world, it would've housed some of the deadliest freak shows that ever lived. Frank had found out some information about another mob man that had been involved with the death of his family. This man went off the grid at one point, but had apparently turned himself in because of the guilt. The Question had provided accurate information on the whereabouts of the mobster, precisely pinpointing him at Arkham Asylum. This lead the Punisher on a straight vengeance towards the mobster that took part in the killings of his wife and two children. As soon as the information had been given, Frank headed straight to Arkham where he'd face the last member of the Costa Mafia.
Frank quickly drove his Black 1975 Dodge Charger, through the dark streets of Gotham. He needed to make his way to the outskirts of the hell-hole they'd called a city. Frank had been equipped with two Beretta pistols, all hooked on with silencers. His holsters surrounded his body, carrying large amounts of ammo, pistols, blades, flashbangs, and hand grenades. It would've been easy getting into the Asylum, but getting out would've been the big problem. The facility was meant to keep people from getting out. Guards had been armed to the teeth, but not like the Punisher. If brute force was needed, then so be it. A few dead piggies wouldn't have hurt anybody, because in the end they were just pigs who wanted power. He continued dodging the side swipe of cars, as he switched lanes in an attempt to get to the Asylum as quickly as possible.
Frank darted onto a dirt road, where he'd spotted the large monstrosity they called Arkham. He rammed through the front gates of the Asylum, sending them wide open. As he came to a complete stop, he quickly got out of the car, and pulled out his silenced pistol. The Question had given him good information on the Asylum as to how many guards were on the clock, where to sneak in, and what cell the man was housed. Frank ran around the back of the Asylum, and sprayed a can of liquids, rotting away the metal bars of the window with his special military grade tool given to him by Vic. The tool looked like a small can of pepper spray, but the chemical that was inside would've rotted away any type of metal. He then busted the glass of the window to the vacant and dark cafeteria. He quickly climbed inside, but gritted his teeth at the sound of the crumbling glass beneath his boots. This stealth mission was nothing compared to the special operations missions he'd faced back in his army days. The security in the building, lacked. He was surprised no alarm system had been setup on the window, but the Arkham Asylum was known to have very few breakouts.
Frank held his pistol steady, along with his hunting knife in the other hand below his firearm. He believed the idea of holding a knife and a gun at the same time would've improved your odds of survival. If the enemy were up close, then it would've been easier to stab them instead of shooting point blank. He walked down the hallways, but spotted each camera Vic Sage had pointed out to him. Vic knew every aspect of the facility on the back of his hand, which made the faceless man very useful. He avoided a few guards, but finally made his way around the corner to the cell his enemy was placed in. Frank slid alongside the walls, and cleared out the hallway to the cell. He came to the cell of the mobster, only to find a blob of goo consuming the man. "WHAT THE?" asked the Punisher as he aimed his weapon at the dark mass with his eyes widened and his mouth agape. He shown his light on the black muck, and pulled the trigger. Faint sounded bullets were released in an attempt to kill the blob-like creature. Frank wasn't going to let this 'thing' kill the man he was after. Never.
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'' i want a lawya! i want a docta! i want a cheese sandwich!
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Mar 9, 2013 1:48:04 GMT -5
Oh how she loved this asylum, oh how she loathed it. It was this very location they brought the Joker to her. She had been working and dating an intern before he arrived. She got by with her womanly ways, she wasn't expecting to be the one caught up. What had he seen in her? He killed her lover and in turn she practically ran into his scarred and greasepaint stained arms. She helped him escape. Their mad love swallowed Arkham Asylum and soon after Gotham City. Harleen was no more as this hospital was Harley's birthplace and now she was returning on her own accord.
There was business within and the female clown had to take care of it. She pushed the rim of her glasses up the bride of her nose, her blonde hair had been collected atop of her head in a professional bun, reminiscent of the one she wore Pre-Joker. She used the ID card of one of the doctors within the facility who had happened to pass by at the wrong time completely. The guards within didn't so much as bother her. The Joker was a scary man who ran Arkham better than Jeremiah himself- in Harley's opinion. Harley, alone, was quite capable of takin out several of the guards on a whim should the feeling hit her. But they avoided her given the company she kept.
Her target was an inmate recently imprisoned who just so happened to work for Lex Luthor. The prisoner also held the series of numbers that were the key to unlocking a certain safe. Inside there was a giant blood red ruby with slivers of onyx that were shaped, or rather gave the appearance of little diamonds. Harley thought it matched her suit perfectly! She could have rung up Catwoman to retrieve the jewel buuuut Harley Quinn loved the dirty work that went into getting what she wanted. And anyone who knew Harley knew that she got what she wanted- mostly.
Harley had the patient woken from his medicated slumber and brought to a room below the grounds. Some areas were rumored to be used by Jonathan Crane, himself, while he was employed within the institution. The Jester spent her time changing in her attire into that of her nurse's outfit. She had a surgery to perform after all. She has just finished placing her left pigtail in place when she heard the door creak open. She ran her fingers through her long blonde locks, smoothed out from a recent brush for her undercover operation.
"Who ordered a wake up call?" She asked as she moved from around the curtain with a pair of pliers in her fingerless gloves. Her brows were maliciously furrowed, her ill smile wide as the Cheshire Cat. The inmate began to struggle against the guards who were currently fastening him to the dentist-like seat.
"Aw come on! Relax! I've only gotten a few malpractice charges so uh... This one is off the record." She whispered the last bit with a wink. "Tootles boys! Gotta lotta work ahead of me-hopefully!"
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Post by venom on Apr 9, 2013 5:43:13 GMT -5
Venom was coming to two conclusions from the current situation, as it sucked and fed on the dying, broken host - whose mind really wasn't much of a feed, he really wasn't holding out to the onslaught, quickly losing fluids and on the verge of rejection. But it appeared that a pair of demons entering the fray were giving the symbiote options - one was the man ready to pump heated lead into Venom and the goo coated carcass. Venom didn't like that much, they were harshing it's buzz, and it was scaring the meal. Who wanted to eat a dying, struggling mental patient, anyway?
Meanwhile, someone else was failing to realise that any and all symbiotes drew off of emotions - the stronger the emotion, the quicker the sludgey bastards tracked the host in waiting down. This situation was no difference - his senses prickled and tingled, they were so much more enticing than this pathetic morcel, who was struggling to breath; Venom wasn't interested in hosts who couldn't sustain him long, even in his starved state, it wasn't worth the time taken. He was more of a starter snack to ready him for bigger prey.
Still, it would have to make use of his prey for now. Enveloping the host properly, Venom took a shape - a human form, for the time being, much like that of the noted Spiderman, but with a gaping, sinister, twisted grin; huge, razor sharp teeth and a tongue that hung from his gaping maw, like a lashing tail, dripping saliva onto the floor below. It was a rather messy, unkind sight, one that would turn a weaker man's stomach - in the case of Frank Castle, that may not have been the case, but it must have been unsettling.
Venom had to flee - but it wasn't taking this host with him, and he didn't want Castle; he was too firm. He didn't want a host ready to fight for control, and possibly win. That was bad business. That left him with his next option - distract and deploy. With a shot of webbing at the nozzle of Punisher's gun, Venom gave a yank, pulling it from his hand, before launching itself from the supposed host - who fell back to the floor and wall in a gasping, crumpled heep - as the black, gel like alien made it's way into the basement.
If Castle could track it down the elevator shaft and lower, then he deserved to confront Venom, but for the time being, he was surely going to be on the back foot - his kill was laying, waiting for the end that on Castle could justifyably deliver, and the symbiote was carading off in the other direction, deep into the belly of the asylum. The closer it drew to the source of such impending fear, the hungrier Venom became - it could almost taste it, the flesh, the fear seeping off of whomever was waiting, the serotinin in his brain...
As it drew nearer, Venom was able to hear a voice - a bouncing, New York accent, full of joy, a playful tone; whoever it belonged to, they were certainly enjoying their work, more than their dilectably tasty victim surely was. Venom would have to make sure it got there first, otherwise it was just another chilling body on the floor. Over pipes and wires, soon it hung above, watching the ongoing, watching the maddened nurse adorning clown makeup - she wasn't afraid. She was happy, she was psychotic, and she was leaning in for a quick kill. It had to act fast.
Dropping down from the roof, Venom quickly ensared the man on the table, wrapping himself around the now screaming, squirming patient - his eyes being covered, the symbiote entering his mouth; every nook and cranny would belong to it. Even at a fraction of the power it normally adorned, as soon as Venom was able to enter the real world, it would surely double, tripled, quadruple even. With the body now his, it gazed up at the woman with those matted, white eyes - muscles bulging out, breaking the shackles binding the being to the table. Venom was going somewhere.
"Mhh...sorry, toots, but looks like I'm gonna have to hijack this ride. Hmmnn...seems this little morsel you want knows some things you like. How's about we help each other out?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 1:16:25 GMT -5
Frank was in utter surprise to find the black blob grow into a humanoid's form, causing him to pull the trigger once more. When he saw that the bullets had no effect, his eyes just widened. He was completely shocked to see that the bullets had no effect on the monster, making him realize that he was before yet another freakshow. Frank eyed the creature with disgust as he squinted his eyes to get a clear picture of what he was seeing. The humanoid's long tongue slivered along its yellowed sharp teeth, and resembled the Spiderman, but completely different. Before Frank could load another magazine into his pistol, webbing enshrouded his gun and was quickly released from the beast's hand. He launched at the gun, but knew it was lost in the black goo-like substance.
Frank gritted his teeth, as he watched the figure slump back down into its goo-like form. The black slivered along the floor, making it very hard to see in the shadows. He looked back into the cell and witnessed the what seemed to be lifeless corpse of the man that partook in the killings of his family. He continued gritting his teeth, causing him to pull out yet another silenced pistol. Frank always came prepared, no matter the situation. He quickly aimed it at the body and put two slugs in the man's head and torso. Frank took a second to realize that his family had been fully avenged. He revealed a small smirk and turned the other way, hoping to find that goo-like humanoid substance he'd encountered. Whatever it was, he didn't want it to be unleashed upon the city. He still had unfinished business here at the Asylum, because he'd received intel on a Jonathan Crane. The corrupt man enjoyed experimenting on helpless patients, and was believed to have some ties with the mob. Frank wanted to end this man, but received extra caution from The Question. Crane was dangerous and had powerful allies, but he was never the man to ever back down.
Frank turned his flashlight back on and held his silenced Glock 19 pistol out front. He walked along the halls, following where the goo was headed. Frank came to a long hallway, with a bunch of doors. He cursed under his breath, trying hard to decide which door to take. From out of nowhere a muffled shriek of laughter, broke silence causing Frank to shine his light on one of the doors. He walked up to it, and eyed the name plate: Basement Level. He stood at the side of the door, turning off his flashlight. He slowly opened the door, sticking the barrel of his pistol in the room, before he entered. Frank was a trained Navy Seal and he was very skillful when it came to stealth missions.
Frank walked down the creeky wooden steps in an attempt to silence his footsteps, but wasn't very successful. He gritted his teeth as the sound happened to be very loud. Frank squeezed his gun hard, hoping something wouldn't jump out at him as he continued making his way down the stairs, taking each step with caution. "Mhh...sorry, toots, but looks like I'm gonna have to hijack this ride. Hmmnn...seems this little morsel you want knows some things you like. How's about we help each other out?" Frank revealed a confused look as he stopped dead in his tracks. He peaked his head out quickly to see what he was hearing. The goo-like figure was now attached to the table making him very confused. Not to mention the freakshow dressed like a clown, which made Frank want to break the silence with a loud laugh. He held it in, hoping they didn't hear him come down the stairs. He continued holding his pistol with both hands, waiting.
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