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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
And Your Blood Boils (OPEN)
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"HA. HA HA. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on Apr 18, 2013 0:00:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #090000; border: 3px solid #c64200; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD
they council me, they understand
The windows shattered, the building shook. Every scream from the victims inside was met with a chaotic laugh from outside. There were people rushing out of the burning building in droves, trying their best to salvage what supplies they could without compromising their safety too much.
It was pathetic. The police had yet to show up and he'd already been having fun for at least a good five minutes. You'd think in a city this size the Red Cross would be the safest place, the most challenging to destroy.
That's what Hobgoblin had been hoping for, at least. But the people of New York had let him down, yet again. Well... that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun, did it? Why waste a trip?
The man behind the goblin mask looked more like a winged creature straight out of a horror movie as he soared overhead, his wings and the jets in his boots allowing him to circle above the fleeing people like a vulture eyeing its next meal.
He let out another sick chuckle as he took a pumpkin bomb out of his bag of tricks. Two of them had already exploded in the building and had caught something on fire. This third one would be for the poor defenseless doctors trying to save their precious medical supplies on the ground below.
The recent events of New York, the attacks on Clyde Angeles' ball, and the subsequent freak outs of villains all over had kept the Red Cross busy in its efforts to save people. How horrible would it be if all of those supplies were lost? If all of those potentially saved lives were destroyed?
Oh, it was nearly too exciting to think about! "Ha! Ha ha! HAHAHA!" Hobgoblin's cackle echoed all around him as he let the pumpkin bomb slip from his fingers. It began falling to the ground below.
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: OPEN Notes: I really wanted to fill up the blank spot at the Red Cross. 8|
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2013 19:48:38 GMT -5
Frank Castle was in the area talking to an associate on his earpiece. He drove his van around town, hoping he would spot one of Gotham's scum, trying to prey upon the innocent. Castle knew Gotham's criminals had big plans for New York City, but the question was when and who would turn up. Knowing the city of Gotham as it was, nothing would've occurred during daylight. Frank scanned the sidewalks full of innocent lives, and didn't spot a single suspicious face. He kept driving, hoping he would catch his break.
The Punisher darted through traffic, but stopped at a red traffic light. He would've ran it, but his police radar was going haywire. Frank looked for the police cruiser, but couldn't spot it. From out of nowhere, two loud explosions echoed throughout the streets causing people to scream and sprint for their lives. Frank gritted his teeth and darted on the opposing side of the street making his way towards the loud explosions. As the punisher zoomed past cars, he looked for the location and spotted the smoking Red Cross Headquarters. Castle ran his van on the curb and got out, aiming his 9mm Beretta pistol into the sky. He immediately spotted the freakshow above, gliding on some sort of Stark tech. He glared at the inhuman being, watching as he hovered over the innocent lives that ran from him.
The Punisher opened the double doors of the van and pulled out his M24 Sniper rifle. Frank aimed down the scope to receive a better view, and sure enough he did. It was yet another freakshow, only this time it was legit. The humanoid had the face of a goblin, although the rest of the head was hooded, forming into a cape. The creature disgusted the hell out of him, causing him to reveal a look of utter shock. Frank watched as the goblin grasped an orange metallic ball from its purse. The creature emitted a spine-chilling laugh, before dropping it into the crowd of people. Castle continued holding the crosshairs at the pumpkin, and shot at it as it fell. As soon as the bullet pierced the strange object, another large explosion blasted in midair. The explosion was so big, Frank was knocked to the ground on his back. The amount of power from the explosion could've been felt throughout his chest, bringing him back to his Navy Seal days. He'd pulled the civilians' asses from the gutter, shown in good faith. Frank stood up, hoping the creature would've been affected by the danger close.
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on May 10, 2013 0:12:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #090000; border: 3px solid #c64200; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD
they council me, they understand
Fuck.
Hobgoblin's laugh was cut short when the bomb detonated prematurely, mid-air, and he got hit with the shockwave from it. It sent him rolling through the air as his wings tried to keep him upright. But it was only a temporary disorientation; the masked creature quickly regained his balance and hovered in the air, scanning around him.
His bombs didn't just blow up when they weren't supposed to... unless that shitty Oscorp tech was to blame. Perhaps he might consider taking Stark tech next time. Or Wayne tech. Or even Hammer tech.
Regardless, this was embarrassing. A villain wasn't supposed to just... fail like that. There had to be an explanation.
He looked around, eyes narrowed through his mask, pupils and irises barely visible in the blood-shot whites. Was there a little hero lurking around the corner? Did someone want to play with Hobgobby??
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He sang with a chuckle. "Boys and girls of ev-er-y age... wouldn't you like to see so-o-omething strange?" His voice grew louder as he turned slowly.
Then he spotted it. The skull-clad little human near the van, ushering people away from him. Hobgoblin let out a laugh that rocked his body. His hand found his chest as he guffawed, throwing his head back before reaching into his bag of tricks and pulling out a couple of gas ghosts.
"And the guest of honor has arrived! Come with me and you will see, this! My town of Halloween!" He shouted and threw the grenades at Frank Castle as fast as he could. When they exploded, they would release a noxious gas that would hinder eyesight and breathing capability.
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: Punisher, OPEN Notes: THIS IS HALLOWEEN, THIS IS HALLOWEEN. PUMPKINS SCREAM IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2013 18:26:27 GMT -5
Frank wasn't going to let this insane creature harm the lives of the innocent, especially when they contained woman and little children. The freakshow above was a definite threat to the lives around him, but thankfully they were fleeing. This would've given Frank the open opportunity to test his new toys on the hideous creature. The Red Cross Headquarters was releasing a large billowing haze, that exited through the entry wound of the building. The pumpkin-like bombs were definitely a threat to be reckoned with, and Frank didn't want to be on the receiving end of them.
Frank continued looking through the hazy aftermath of the explosion, and hoped to see that the creature was no more. He heaved a sigh as he watched the haze fade quickly, revealing the goblin unharmed. His loud and crazy high pitched words pierced through his ears, and echoed along the street as more innocent people ran past him in an attempt to get away. The distant sounds of sirens were drawing closer to their position, but hopefully the goblin was dealt with before they arrived.
Frank quickly opened the trunk doors of his van and threw the sniper rifle back in, knowing very well that it was useless against the goblin-like creature above. "Lets see if you can dodge this one" he spoke with a small snicker. Frank slid out an already-loaded FIM-92 Stinger missile launcher, and threw it over his shoulder. He looked through the scope, and received an immediate lock-on to the thrusters the goblin was gliding with. Before he could pull the trigger the creature had spotted him right away, making the Punisher remove his eye from the scope to see what was heading his way. His eyes widened at the sight of the grenades that ricocheted off the pavement and landed near his location. They quickly exploded, emitting a noxious gas that covered the street corner.
Frank threw an arm over his mouth trying hard to filter whatever oxygen was entering his lungs. The gas quickly rendered his eyesight, causing the Punisher to drop the Stinger javelin to the ground. He coughed heavily into his sleeve, not being able to withstand the gas that was slowly surrounding him. Knowing every holster around his body by heart, he quickly withdrew a pistol from his holster and begin releasing stray rounds into the sky, hoping to hit the perpetrator. The Punisher couldn't take anymore of the gas, causing him to drop to his hands and knees. He panted heavily, continuing to close his eyes from the hazy smoke that continued to surround him. "YOU COWARD!" yelled Frank as he continued sending off stray rounds into the air.
WORDS 457 TAGGED Hob-Goblin//OPEN NOTES N/A TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 [/quote]
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on May 19, 2013 22:12:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #090000; border: 3px solid #c64200; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD
they council me, they understand
Ohhhh, how terribly fun! A little hero'd come out to play. This was much more entertaining than destroying that pathetic building. Buildings couldn't fight back. And besides, the Red Cross was already on fire. Hobgoblin wanted to wreak havoc and that goal had already been achieved.
Now he could turn his attention to something more sinister. His glowing eyes scanned the smoky ghost-like whisps that were hissing around where he tossed the grenades, but a hero he did not find. Instead, shots rang out. Flashes of light from the end of the weapon that the Punisher was using, aimed randomly through the air accompanied his words.
The name-calling made Hobgoblin laugh. And laugh. And laugh! Only when a bullet skimmed his right leg did the laugh stop, replaced by a yelp of pain and then a hiss of frustration. Luckily the goblin formula was taking care of that.
"Sooooo, this is how you want to play, is it?! Then let's play!" He pulled out three razor batwings and sent them spiraling into the cloud of smoke below. Since he couldn't see Punisher just like Punisher couldn't see him, Hobgoblin had no idea if he was on-target or not.
But if nothing else, it would provide a distraction while the winged creature landed on the ground not far from him. Since he was without a glider, he didn't have to deal with that pesky piece of machinery. His wings simply folded back when his feet made contact with the pavement.
Hobgoblin's smile grew into a grin as he walked into the fog. His mask filtered out all of the smoke so that he could breathe as he walked, which gave him the advantage. Who did this unsung hero think he was trying to fool? Hobgoblin had the upper hand in every possible way!
He reached down and curled his long fingers around the handle of his flaming sword, drawing it from its sheath. The light would provide some clarity to Punisher and clear up the gas quicker, but that was all right. What fun was a fight if the opponent couldn't land at least one punch?
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: Punisher, OPEN Notes: Hobby's not on a glider. >>
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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