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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
Stark Expo - Opening Number (OPEN)
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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 May 18, 2013 21:19:30 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
"Sir, if you don't want to tell me what's happening then that's fine. But if you know there's something wrong...please go back to the house. You've done your part to open the Expo, nobody expects to see you again for a while. You need to rest. Please, Mr. Stark."
Nobody expects to see him again for a while? Was she nuts? Everyone expected Tony to be everywhere all the time, but especially at his expo. What would Stark Expo be without the Stark?
He shifted uncomfortably away from her at first, but her persistence to assist him became annoyingly difficult to ignore. She insisted on helping him support his weight.
So. She hadn't fallen for his act? Damn that Coulson intuition. Tony could just punch Phil in his expressionless, Super-Nanny-watching face if Stark wasn't absolutely positive that the agent would put him on the ground faster than five shots of Everclear.
"No, I'm fine. Really." He managed to squiggle out of her grip to take a step away from her. Sure, Tony liked attention. Hell, he lived for it. But not when it came to shit like this.
"Stark. Did finally manage to run Miss Potts off?"
Oh, great. A critic. Tony rolled his eyes. He'd just chase this one off like he did all the others. It wasn't something he wasn't used to. After all, if being one of the "one percent", his womanizing attitude, or his attraction to alcohol wasn't enough, Stark Expo certainly would be enough to attract some bad press. While most people enjoyed it, others viewed it as a way to flaunt his talents in front of people less fortunate or brilliant. Some even considered it to be an environmental hazard.
"Look, if you're here for a quote, it's going to have to wait. I've got to be at least two drinks in before I start to care about the newspapers," Tony replied as he turned to look at the man.
But when he saw him... he stopped in his tracks. Eyebrows pushed together in confusion, he just blinked at Aldrich. The guy didn't look like a reporter. That suit was way too nice to belong to a journalist. He wasn't from one of Stark's subsidiaries, either. But... he looked familiar. Somehow, Tony felt that he knew him.
"I suppose you don't remember me. I mean how could I expect you to. I'm not the man I once was, it seems though."
Tony's eyes barely flickered as a streak of pain shot through him again. Only the best-trained eyes would make out the look.
"You haven't changed much since that night in Switzerland."
Tony's nose wrinkled. "Switzerland. What are you talking about? I haven't been to Switzerland iiiiiin- well, actually, I flew over it about two weeks ago, but-"
"Not scared off, Mr. Killian, simply busy. It would take much more than Tony being Tony to scare me off." Enter the lovely assistant. Well, CEO. Pepper looked flawless and it took Tony several seconds to bring himself back from just staring at her ass and that slit that migrated up her dress and disappeared into her coat. Damn that coat.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Killian?"
That caught his attention. Tony turned his confused expression to Pepper and hurriedly walked to her side, taking a more intimate position next to her than their boss-employee facade might allow. In all honesty, Tony didn't know how much longer he could keep up the act. But that was neither here nor there because Pepper knew this guy?
"You know him? You know her? How is it that I don't know you? Seriously. I'm not that out of the loop, am I?" Tony stared at Pepper, an almost frustrated look in his eyes. Then his eyebrows suddenly went up and he snapped the fingers on his free hand.
"Oh, wait! You're that guy from Marketing! Always asking Pepper to get you my autograph, right? Listen, Dude. If you just visit me in the office I'm a lot easier to reach- Actually, that's a lie. On account of the whole flying-around-saving-the-world business. On second thought, you have a pen? No, don't worry about it. Amber!" Tony turned to call her and took a sip of the drink in his hand.
"Get this man a pen and paper, please. Ooo, if you could find one of those stationery pads with the new "Stark International" logo on it, that'd be great. Thanks, Milk Dud."
[Because Amber's nickname is now Milk Dud. Deal with it.]
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Post by Lois Lane on May 18, 2013 22:46:42 GMT -5
Lois almost hadn't heard the man speak to her over the roar of the excited crowd. Almost. She smiled to herself, sipping at her drink as she turned her head to look at the tall specimen of a perfect man, her hair bouncing happily with the motion. "you're right- this kind of thing isn't really my style," Lois admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, looking over at the stage when another roar of the crowd suggested something interesting had happened. But it didn't mean a lot to her- just more showmenship and inventions she wasn't so sure the world needed. It was all shiny and probably well intended, but she just wasn't sure how much of it she really supported, when she got right down to the heart of it. Still, it wasn't about worrying about the what ifs- it was about enjoying the moment. That was the point of the whole thing, right? Yay, we have things that help protect and serve us, we should be happy and celebrate! That was the vibe she was getting from, well, everyone.
So she wasn't going to be the party pooper. Maybe she was just being biased because SHE didn't need any of that stuff. She had her super powers protector, who always seemed to show up in her time of need. That was all she could hope for. That was all she cared about, really.
A true hero.
"But you can't blame a girl for wanting to have a little fun, can you? Things that I have no idea how to pronounce, much less what they do, are such a secret thrill for me. You should have seen me in chemistry class." She was teasing, but she imagined he already knew that much. She was not really into the science side of the world, and much preferred sentences that made sense to the common folk. Still, bright lights and free drinks could not be denied and called a completely horrible time. If someone was going to show off nerdy things, this was the way to do it.
"What about you? You don't strike me as the evolution of machine type, so what brings you to this expo? Here on super hero business or something?" She wasn't sure Captain America was part of the show or not, but she had heard something about a hero auction in the offing. Perhaps that was something he was here to participate in. If she had some money to her name, she'd totally bid on a hero. A nice, studly man of a hero. If Superman were there, hell, she might sell her car.
Okay, not really, but it did seem like a fun way to earn a little money for people who needed it.
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No More False Faces.
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Post by Aldrich Killian on May 20, 2013 14:16:49 GMT -5
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Killian turned his head to the side to regard Pepper, She had always been a vision. Looking just as fantastic as ever. He simply nodded at her response, "True, you have always had the patience of a saint." He responded suavely. Killian Ignored the comment about wanting a quote, though Stark had not even turned to face him quite yet. The deadened look upon Stark's face was priceless. So he did not remember him.
Touching.
Was he enjoying the expo thus far? Well His lack of a invitation was not disturbing, Aldrich had been laying out of the lime light. Unlike Stark who lived in it.
"No, Stark, you know me, In fact you left me on a roof. Waiting to discuss Plans in 1999 new years. I am sure you were having the time of your life with that pretty little flame. " Of course he wanted to Stir the pot between Tony and Pepper. It was petty, and rather passive aggressive upon his part. though everything was.
"I may have wanted your signature once, But that was a past life. In fact my business is no longer with you. Granted you would be a grand part of the think Tank. But I suppose now is not the time to talk business." Aldrich rolled his eyes, could this man really be this oblivious to who he was? He gave Tony's assistant a wave, letting her know to not bother with it. Tony was clearly, shooting his mouth off, nothing new about that.
"Do you perhaps Remember Advanced Idea Mechanics? " If not Killian was content with leaving and enjoying the expo, perhaps some of the other companies would be interesting in joining the Think Tank. Extremis was not quite ready yet, well, ready for mass production. Killian was not above asking for help. All in all, it was for the greater good. Well had started off as such. He knew the potential it held as a weapon, perhaps it just needed the right buyer.
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Face it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on May 20, 2013 16:59:22 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font] ”Would you like anything else sir?” inquired Mary-Jane Watson, as she wove her away between the rich, the famous, and the not so much. Wearing tight, black, short shorts, tights, and a matching shirt buttoned down to the lace of her bra, with a Stark Expo bow-tie and black stilettos, she had one hand on her hip and another carrying a tray of champagne, complete with a notepad and pen tucked into her belt. So after a night of passion with Tony Stark, she had somehow ended up working as a waitress for the night at, what he described as “the biggest event of the year.”
She had yet to see him properly, though she seriously doubted he’d go out of his way to find her. Not that the actress was particularly affronted, she had had her fair share of one night stands over the years and knew how this worked. It had been a bit of fun – okay, a lot of fun and maybe they’d be friends if they could get past the awkward stage. But it was nothing serious, and she wasn’t the type of girl to wait around for her knight in shining armour. Or in this case, iron. They were too alike for anything serious to ever happen, though she liked to think he wouldn't dodge her forever. He was quite a lot of fun to be around.
Despite the excitement around her, the redhead was finding it difficult to continue the smile plastered to her face. It was just no fun when you couldn’t get drunk yourself. Although the music was brilliant and now and again she had to remind herself to stop jigging about and try to work.
As Tony flew across the ceiling in the iron suit, Mary-Jane passed by a man she vaguely recognized; Norman Osborn, Harry’s father. She wondered if he’d recognize her in return, though they’d never been properly introduced.
’Mr. Osborn?’ She asked, offering the tray of glasses in front of him. ’I’m Mary-Jane Watson. I’m not sure you remember me – I'm a friend of Harry's.’
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You've spun your last web, Spider-Man
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on May 24, 2013 3:20:36 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
Norman could care less about the man of Iron, the man playing hero in a suit he could easily rip him out of. In fact he sneered at the very Idea to himself as he sipped on his drink while he was walking away. It was strange that he was slightly oblivious to the people around him.
He ignored the people around him, they were all inferior, like his son was. Perhaps it was because he was blending in for the time being. Then again no one knew he was the man on the glider cackling and delivering death from the skies of new york for his own sick pleasure.
An to think it all started out as revenge, but then it grew into this kind of monster and Norman enjoyed it.
He paused for a moment as red head stopped in front of him with a tray of drinks. She looked familiar, for what ever reason. Osborn tilted his head to the side when she introduced herself. Oh one of Harry's friends. He righted his head before giving her a look of a confused nature.
"You dated my son, such a shame he let you get away" He was trying to be pleasant, but he wasn't good at it, let alone known for it.
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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 Jun 3, 2013 12:50:52 GMT -5
Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
Tony wrinkled his nose as Killian spoke, rolling his eyes upward to try and place the night amongst his bank of half-fuzzy memories. New Year's. 1999. Right.... He'd had a lot to drink that night.
Oh wait. There was a girl involved? Hold on. Yes... he could picture that evening. Well... some of that evening. Happy's hair. Oh God. That was definitely the most memorable thing about it. It looked like some weasel had died on his head and he'd tried to style it. Why were mullets ever in style?
Before Tony'd had a chance to get off on a tangent inside his own head, Killian had said, "Advanced Idea Mechanics". AIM.
Tony snapped his fingers at Killian. "Ohhhh, that's right. You were the guy in the glasses with the teeth- wait a second. You were the..." Tony shifted his stance and made a confused face. "....Did you get plastic surgery done?"
Pepper was probably gonna slap him for that question. Yeah, it was a little forward and a little blunt, but holy hell! The guy had looked like a human ferret before! And now... well, now he looked like a freakin' movie star.
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Face it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!
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Post by Mary-Jane Watson on Jun 5, 2013 14:30:52 GMT -5
I WANT YOUR UGLY AND I WANT YOUR DISEASE [/color][/font] i want a bad, bad romance *[/color][/font] WANT YOUR EVERYTHING AS LONG AS IT'S FREE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/font]
Mr Osborn paused for a moment and surveyed her carefully, his head slightly inclined. Mary-Jane kept a polite smile plastered to her face as he spoke, though she couldn’t deny she was a little thrown by his comment. Norman seemed a bit confused and though he was attempting to be pleasant, he wasn’t quite selling it. No wonder Harry had always had a strained relationship with his father.
"You dated my son, such a shame he let you get away," [/i] He had commented to her, making MJ feel a bit uncomfortable. It wasn’t the type of remark you’d expect your ex’s father to make. It was almost like he was disappointed in his son. ’Oh that’s nice of you to say sir,’ she replied courteously, ’but he deserves a lot better than me.’It was perfectly true of course. Mary-Jane wasn’t exactly known for commitment and Harry needed to be loved and cherished. Despite caring deeply for Harry, she had never seen him as a long term thing. He was a dear friend but nothing romantically serious. Nevertheless, he was also a very good man and a lot better than his father appeared to give him credit for. If anything, the red head was having trouble holding her tongue and telling him to treat Harry better. Of course, that would undoubtedly get her thrown out. Mr. Osborn was a powerful man. [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/color] TAGGED: Stark Expo WORDS: 326 CREDIT: template by delilahh @ CAUTION!, lyrics to "bad romance" by lady gaga [/color][/font][/center]
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Post by Amber Lee on Jun 24, 2013 20:10:39 GMT -5
While she did find it slightly annoying to deal with, Amber had to admit to herself that being ignored and brushed aside as simple help would definitely have its advantages when it came to working for Tony and Pepper. She was quick to acknowledge the nod that she got from Pepper upon her arrival, her eyes darting back to the newcomer who seemed to know the both of them to some degree. Something about him seemed a little off to the girl, for reasons she couldn't quite place. But that was nothing that casual observation couldn't help to correct, and so she quietly stepped back a little to let Pepper handle the situation. After all, she was simply the assistant, right?
She was going to let the Milk Dud thing slide...for now...
Her hands folded themselves in front of her, the clipboard still held tightly in her fingers as she stood ready to receive her next command. Tony motioned for her to go and grab a pad of paper and a pen for the "gentleman" who had cornered him at such an inopportune moment, but that same man was quick to dismiss her movements and so she remained where she was, glancing casually between the three of them for further signs of recognition. Oh yes, there was most definitely something going on here, something that Amber had not yet picked up on. Still, she made a mental note to research the name Aldrich Killian when she returned to Stark Tower, feeling that there was far more to that man than one would assume upon first appearances. He was far too calm for a man who spoke of being slighted by Tony all those years ago. Most people would want revenge against a man like him, and she was fairly certain that Killian wasn't that different from the rest of the world.
"Mr. Stark, if I may," she began, watching Killian's eyes again for only just a moment before she turned to glance at the time that gleamed from the face of the cell phone she removed from behind the clipboard. "I believe you have an appointment to keep back at the house. I'm sure Miss Potts can accompany you and I can rearrange this meeting for you?"
Something didn't feel right, and in her own way, Amber wanted to remove them from that situation as quickly as possible. If only Pepper would catch on as well...if only Tony wouldn't put up a fight...
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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