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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
No I dont have anger issues. [open]
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You've spun your last web, Spider-Man
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on Apr 23, 2013 3:09:47 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
Norman Osborn impatiently tapped his fingers on the side of his lavish, mahogany desk. He was getting increasingly annoyed, he was on hold. “On hold!?! My own goddamn company put me on hold!?” He shouted into the phone, all his patience exhausted. Norman was not man known for his patience in such situations. If anyone had heard, they didn’t rectify the problem. Norman felt close to throwing the phone angrily across the room, if he was kept waiting any longer. He hung up, annoyed, and redialed the scientist he’d put in charge of special projects. The phone rang, and rang. “You son of a bitch! Pick up the damn phone now!” Though he had forgot that his own son was waiting outside the cracked door of his office. Norman always forgot about Harry when it came to work.
His work was his life.
Harry heard the shouting in the other room, whenever his dad was getting closer to closing a business deal, he grew volatile. Recently it'd been magnified. Harry hesitantly moved closer to his father's half open door. The shouting had died down, and Harry was momentarily relieved."Dad?" Harry cautiously opened the door, catching a glimpse of his father's hair. He'd probably been up late again, rattling off figures, and molecular crap. Harry sighed, and tried again. "Dad?"
Norman swiveled around from his turned postion facing the large window, anger clouding his face. Harry took a step back, almost tripping over the air about the floor. "Harry, why aren't you in school?" Harry began to open his mouth, but his father continued. "You're old enough to remember. Why the hell aren't you at school? Answer"
Harry looked away from his father's penetrating ice blue gaze. "Schools are out. Remember Dad?" Norman met his gaze, and seemed lost in thought. "Are you okay? I heard" Norman had already turned away, punching in the numbers of one of Oscorp's head officials. He glanced over his shoulder, as if dismissing Harry. Harry didn't get the hint, he stood in the doorway, watching his father.
"Finally! Where the hell were you?! I called and called! What did they say?" Norman impatiently ran a hand through his dark hair as he listened rather intently to the man on the other end of the line. Harry leaned up against the wall, listening to his father negotiating with someone. His father loved work. Absolutely adored it, and hated it. Harry hated the fact it pulled him away from him. He was never home, and if he was? Locked in his elaborate study.
Norman Osborn heard something, he swiveled around and noticed Harry still in the doorway. He waved his hand impatiently at the boy as his kid caught the hint and left, closing the door behind him. "They what? Refusal. Too dangerous, Are you kidding me? Stark had the most advanced guided missiles on the market and they're saying my prototype cluster grenade is too dangerous. What, Fine. If the States have no interest in it send it to Russians or the Iranians. We'll have them eating out of our hand by lunch."
With that final word Norman returned the receiver to the cradle it went off again. With out really thinking he snatched up the phone again. His poor secretary. "What?!" there was some one here to see him apparently. Norman paused for a moment, "Oh. Yeah, send them in."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 22:02:57 GMT -5
Bruce knew staying on the Hellicarrier would crawl under his skin eventually. He was already getting sick of the same routine over and over. Nick Fury was an amazing boss, but there was a lot of downtime that came with working for him. If Banner wasn't in the lab, then he was sleeping or drinking away his problems with his social life. Oh how he missed his high school sweetheart. Doctor Betty Ross. He knew they could no longer be together because of the obsession her father had with him. From then on, he kept his distance from her for the best. Bruce made an appointment with Norman Osborne in order for him to get a job at OSCORP. Bruce was a workaholic, even before the Hulk had changed him. He wanted to work for OSCORP, because he believed they had a phenomenal science program. No offense to Stark Industries, though they mainly focused on weapons, and technology which Bruce wasn't very interested in.
The good doctor was dressed in his casual suit, along with a dark tie. He tried to look as professional as possible, especially if he was to meet the CEO of OSCORP. Norman Osborne was a busy man, and he was thankful to get a small bit of his time. Bruce walked into the amazingly tall building, and smiled. The smell of new building filled his nose, as if he were in a court house. He walked to the map located next to the elevator and spotted Norman Osborn's office at the very top of the building. He jumped on the elevator and waited to reach the top floor. Everything about OSCORP looked amazing, and for some reason new. He knew Norman's prized business had been around for a while, but he didn't realize how scenic it was from the inside. With having one of the largest science facilities on the Eastern seaboard, Bruce Banner really wanted the job. He was definitely not leaving SHIELD, making them his first priority.
Bruce finally reached the top floor, watching the elevator doors slide open. The top floor was luxurious and amazing. He couldn't believe he was in the midst of a multi-billion dollar industry. The last time the doctor had worked for an actual lab, was at the University before the Hulk had emerged and destroyed it. The receptionist revealed a wide grin as he made his way to the front desk, "Bruce Banner, I have an appointment with Mr. Osborne at noon" he spoke revealing a small grin. The receptionist looked down at her binder and pointed at his name with her index finger. She was very nice, and told the good doctor to wait while Norman was notified. He watched her as she jumped from her boss's response. Bruce's excitement suddenly stooped to fear, as he didn't know anything about Norman Osborne. Was he a Mr. Scrooge? Or was he as nice as people made him out to be? Lots of questions ran through his head, as he was then escorted to the oak doors of Norman's office.
Bruce walked into the office, and was shocked to see how nice it was. He couldn't believe his surroundings, and knew that the office definitely surpassed Stark's. His excitement started coming back, slowly but surely. "Mr. Osborne, it is a pleasure to meet you" he spoke as he walked up to the man that sat behind his large desk, holding out a hand. Norman Osborne was the same man he would see in the Daily Bugle, but he looked much better in person. "My name is Doctor Bruce Banner, and I'm here to ask for a job" he spoke calmly, as he continued standing. Bruce didn't want to mention SHIELD at all within his presence, because the organization was as secret as could be. It was known to have been more secret than the CIA. The less Mr. Osborne knew about his SHIELD ties, the better. He only hoped Norman Osborne didn't know who about his other half, but it was likely. WORDS 672 TAGGED Norman Osborne NOTES I can see a few plots erising, what do you think? ^^ TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on Apr 27, 2013 23:09:47 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
Today was non stop it seemed, for Osborn this was a good thing, the man was so engrossed in his work he would be lost as to normal human life without it. So much that even in its points that caused him anger it was better then being home. Better then being with his son who took no interest in his fathers work, regardless that someday he hoped that Oscorp would be Harry's. That was looking rather doubtful.
Harry had no focus for anything other then girls and money. Norman practically handed the world to his boy on a silver platter, the least he could do was so even feign a little interest. Was that really asking too much? Norman did not think so.
However it seemed he was always finding those who did take interest in the company. The man who was on the chopping block for today held a special interest to Osborn. Enough so that he saw fit to interview the man himself. Dr. Bruce Banner, one of the most brilliant minds in the scientific field to date, much like himself. Norman's vastly large ego would never allow himself to admit that someone was better them him.
In fact, the goblin tended to take those people of the picture entirely, even of they thought otherwise. He didn't greet the man with a smile, he ever greeted anyone with such. He simply watched the man enter, seeing the awe on his face was almost priceless. Apparently the good doctor had never been in a real office before.
He stood from his chair to firmly shake the man's out stretched hand, Norman's grip was like a vice. Having no regard for his superhuman strength when it came to such things. He watched for a moment of any inclination of pain in Banner's eyes. Norman only nodded to the chair, watching the doctor take his seat as he took his own. Now the real games would begin.
"Indeed it is." his voice betrayed no emotion. Norman was not a man known for being pleasant, let alone friendly. He knew of the mans trouble, Banner's little issue had not gone under the radar, he had eyes every where.
He knew the man was capable of destruction beyond any weapon save for an atomic bomb. If the process could be replicated, exposed, unlocked, bottled, mass produced and sold globally. Oscorp would once again put Stark Industries in its place. A foot rest beneath his high priced leather shoes.
"Tell me a bit about yourself, and not about your personal life, but why I should hire you?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 0:39:28 GMT -5
Bruce was definitely intimidated by Norman Osborn. He was in front of a billionaire, a man who was a complete success. Norman was intelligent, a man who was a master of Chemistry and Electrical Engineering. He was very thankful that Mr. Osborne didn't recognize his face as the hulking monster that threatened New York. Lots of people somehow, recognized his face through snapshots of the Hulk from newspapers. The good doctor only hoped he would hire him, but gawking wasn't going to do the trick. He would've needed to show this man his intelligence as a scientist. Banner received a PhD in Genetics, but would later on achieve in Nuclear Physics without receiving a single degree in the subject. Nuclear Physics was the only thing on his mind, after the exposure of Gamma Radiation, after attempting to be the first scientist to recreate the Super Soldier Serum that made Captain America.
Banner looked Norman in the eyes, as his firm grip overcame his own. The man's handshake was gentleman like, but really strong. In all of his years in meeting so many people, he never came across a handshake so steadfast. The good doctor, sat down in one of the comfy chairs facing Osborn's long desk. Banner knew Norman Osborn had sacrificed a lot for his business, but adding Bruce Banner to the team would've been a coup. As soon as Norman had asked the first question, the interview had started. He was expecting the man, to ask him about his personal life, but being the successful businessman as he was, he wanted to jump straight to the point. Bruce was actually thankful he didn't ask about his personal life, because the good doctor knew he would've accidentally spoke of something classified such as the Hulk.
"Well I'm very gifted in the arts and sciences of Nuclear Physics, making me a very worthy candidate for the position... I've created my own theory of radioactive decay, through a sequence of equations involving Gamma, Beta, Alpha and so on" he spoke as he held his hands together. Banner continued on with Norman about his theories, and formulas to the processes of Nuclear Fusion, Fission, and Decays. He piggybacked a lot of theories from well known scientists such as: Otto Octavius, Henri Becquerel, and James Chadwick. These scientists had theories that altered science books, but Banner would've been another to add to that list.
Bruce's failed attempts in recreating Dr. Reinstein's Super Soldier Serum, made him hungry for success. He conjoined multiple formulas together to form a new formula, which would've been able to recreate a new and improved Super Soldier Serum. His methods involved nuclear substances that would've progressed further in a professional lab, such as OSCORP's Biolabs. He needed guinea pigs, something he could work with. If Norman Osborne would've given him a chance, then Bruce would've been one to help OSCORP surpass Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries. "That's why I believe I would be a valuable asset to your team of scientists" he finished. WORDS 504 TAGGED Norman Osborne NOTES N/A TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on May 10, 2013 1:06:05 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
There had been quite a few times that Hobgoblin had considered doing this very thing. After all, it was because of Oscorp that he was like this. Half of the time he wanted to thank the company... but when the voices started in and the rage took over and the damn pumpkin bombs didn't work properly, then he wanted to destroy the company.
Especially Osborn. Osborn had been the very man, the very reason he had gotten into trouble with his uncle that night. The very reason he'd lost his job for this alter ego. The very reason he'd snapped on Mickey. Osborn was at the center of it all. And Oscorp would fall... eventually.
But until that day came... well, Hobgoblin liked to have a bit of fun, after all. And what fun it would be to show Osborn that he wasn't the top dog after all. He may have the fancy building and the big office, but Phil had the very suit he built. Tweaked, of course. He couldn't just fly around wearing that original ugly piece of shit for too long, could he?
It was time to put Osborn back in his place. His company couldn't protect him forever. It couldn't even protect him today.
"Gee, I wish I had a camera. Oh wait, I do!" He cackled as he flew by the motion-sensor camera situated on the opposite building from Oscorp. He flew around once more, wings on his back and rockets in his feet to keep him steady, and reached into his bag of tricks.
"Nothing up my sleeves, Kids. It's all real." He took out the pumpkin bomb and grinned. One pass back through and a gentle toss to the windows situated right behind one Norman Osborn.
Ka-boom.
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: Norman, Hulk Notes: EAT WINDOW GLASS.
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on May 10, 2013 15:23:47 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
Quite frankly, Norman was far from impressed. Had this man ever been interviewed in his life? Did people just hand him jobs. This was by far the worst interview he had ever sat through. Those words told him nothing about what he could bring to his company.
Osborn had nuclear physicists, he had people who worked day and night on what Bruce claimed to be an expert in. Besides, As much as Osborn would love to weaponize the hulk. He would much rather keep his building. He never intended to hire the man. However the playing field seemed to take a change for the worse. Norman was only unaware of the winged impostor floating about the building for the time being. Quite frankly that is the worst self introduction I have ever been forced to listen to. Everything you spoke, I have people working on. You would not be an asset to my scientist but a mere addition to them. Have you even been interview a day in your life? You did not even submit a resume. " He paused for a moment, and thats when he heard it. A distinctive whine of a particular stolen suit. A prototype suit. His suit.
Oh that sneaky little bastard.
The jet whine seemed to hover before the very familiar scream of a pumpkin bomb sounded. An Norman so enjoyed that window. He knew there was no way he could effectively retaliate, not without drawing attention to himself. Not that the glass would do anything to him.
Unlike the other test subjects of the Goblin serum, his skin was rendered invulnerable without the need of a catalyst in the mask. The glass would only succeed in shredding the back of his button down shirt. as if that would not draw attention as is.
Norman barely even tensed up, he knew what the stress would do to Banner. Oh he kept tabs on everything. Instead of protecting himself Osborn instantly flipped his desk up. In an attempt to shield Banner from the glass spray.
Osborn had none of his arsenal in his office. He watched as the glass soared toward the inside of the office, the metal beams that held the glass in place spearing into the floor. The true goblin gritted his teeth and growled lowly. One day he would tear this Impostor apart, show him to true meaning of the word power.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2013 16:31:18 GMT -5
Bruce Banner knew that everything he said could of simply been written down in a resume, but he wanted to try and express his knowledge through words. The three years he'd been on the run from General Thaddeus Ross, messed with his mentality of civilization. Before the Hulk was created, he never needed resumes to earn a job, because they could see how much of a genius he was, just by hearing him out or by viewing one of his labs. He hoped this was enough to gain him access to the advanced Biolabs OSCORP had or else he would've wasted his time and breath.
The good doctor swallowed hard after pouring his mind out to Mr. Osborn. He understood the look Norman was giving him, just by looking into his blue eyes. Banner knew his hopeful future boss was displeased with the response to his question. He quickly revealed a frown and lowered his eyes to the luxury carpet, trying to hold back a sigh. His words were damning, but he was right in a way. Interviews weren't his strong suit , because he preferred working for himself.
Bruce wanted to join OSCORP, mainly to use their advanced science labs. Looking at OSCORP's business suites, were enough to know that their facility was no joke. He wanted in, but getting past Norman Osborn would of been the hard part.
Before Bruce could look up, a sudden explosion blew the doctor straight off his feet. He quickly covered his head from the debris and glass, but continued to feel the immense power within his chest, from the impact of the blast. The shock and fear of the whole situation, shot his heart rate up to dangerous lengths. Thankfully Banner wasn't effected by any of the debris because of the desk, that shielded him. He continued taking cover from behind the desk, breathing in and out slowly. He clutched his heart, knowing very well that this wasn't the place for the Hulk to come out and play. He needed this job, without Norman knowing who he really was. He closed his eyes and tried hard in thinking about the good, but the situation was more pressing at hand. The good doctor continued panting heavily, standing up to see if Norman was okay. "Mr. Osborn, we need to get out of here!" he yelled trying to speak through the raging loud winds.
The height of Norman's office, meant the increase of the wind gradient's velocity. He watched as multiple papers and files exited through the large opening, but couldn't spot the perpetrator. Bruce could feel the rush of the gamma cells, starting to implode within his body. The revelation of the Hulk was imminent.
WORDS 474 TAGGED Norman Osborne and Hob-Goblin NOTES N/A TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on May 19, 2013 21:47:22 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
"EEEEEEEE HEEHEEEHEEEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAAA!!!"
Hobgoblin's eerie laugh shrieked through the sky and echoed into the room he had just blown a hole into the side of. How sweet were the sounds of shattering glass and terrified people as they moved away from the damage toward "safety".
Fools! The lot of them! They were not safe nor would they ever be as long as Hobgoblin ruled the skies. And since neither a villain nor a hero had shown up yet to spoil his fun, he was ruling.
"Lucy, I'm hoooome!" Hobgoblin announced with another cackle as he came to hover just yards outside of the opening he'd created. His large front teeth were pressed together in a grin that stretched his mask wide. But the corpse of Norman Osborn he did not find....
Oh goodie!
Instead, there was Osborn and there was... hm. Did that happen to be Dr. Bruce Banner? "Ohhhh, pardon me, Normie. Didn't realize you had company. Should I come back later? Is now a bad time?"
He snickered and pulled out a shiny orange pumpkin bomb as he stared at Banner. "Now, now, Dr. Banner. We wouldn't want this situation to get out of hand, would we? I just flew by for a friendly little chat with Mr. Osborn. Nothing personal, but why don't you run along and play with Captain America or something? I think this office has suffered enough damage for one day, don't you?"
He rolled the pumpkin bomb in his hand, tempted to toss it. But he wouldn't unless the brute came after him.
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: Norman, Hulk Notes: Normie. 8|
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on May 24, 2013 3:11:52 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
That laughter, that horrible mocking laughter. It was a reminder that Norman could not make a move against the other goblin for the time being, not while Banner was present. Like Banner, he had his own demon, Norman had just made peace with it rather then ignoring it.
He heard the scientist in the room speak, it was of course the obvious course of action as the papers billowed and pulled out of the gaping hole in the side of the building. It was not long until the fire alarm sounded from the smoke of the explosion. Shortly followed by the sprinkler systems.
Great
Now, not only had his suit started to sport new holes but he was wet. This was only going to get worse. Speak of the Devil. The little orange bastard was rolling a pumpkin bomb in his slimy little hands. Norman crouched behind the desk. Staring the other goblin dead in the eyes. His own burning with nothing but pure fury and madness.
Daring the little prick to throw it. Osborn knew just how long he had to catch it and return the parcel to sender. "Get out of here Banner" He growled at the man, Hoping he would have the sense to leave while he could and get... help. "Get out before you destroy my building further! Now he was yelling. Ready to send this little orange bastard straight to hell.
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 22:20:25 GMT -5
Heights never fazed Bruce, but the height of Norman's office was a staggering 1500 feet. If Hulk were to appear then OSCORP would've definitely crumbled to the ground and then some. The Hulk would've stopped at nothing until everything was destroyed, not to mention the perpetrator that caused the chaos. Bruce knew he needed to get away from the entire situation, knowing very well that he would've made it much worse. He could feel the Hulk within his body trying to pry his way out.
The immediate sound of a shrieking laugh pierced his eardrums, causing Bruce to stand from out of cover. The creature's psychotic laugh was nothing compared to his eccentric appearance. The being was the spitting image of a goblin, knowing very well that it was a creature from the other universe. Anything was possible, especially after witnessing a bunch of Greek mythical creatures invading New York not even a few months ago. Now, folklore beings were real. Bruce's eyes widened at the phantom's words, making his bpms increase once more. The evil creature had a point about the Hulk emerging, but hopefully Mr. Osborn didn't catch his drift.
Bruce looked down at Norman and listened to his words, knowing very well that his cover was blown. The good doctor gritted his teeth at the situation, but right now wasn't the time to worry about his job-standing. Bruce didn't want to leave Mr. Osborn with the creature, but what Norman says goes. Bruce clutched the left side of his chest, feeling the constant pounding of his heart. He walked towards the doors and quickly let himself out, hoping Norman could contain the situation.
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Post by Xander Megalos on May 25, 2013 22:39:22 GMT -5
A man laid himself out upon the top of a building within the heart of the Big Apple. New York had several great qualities that enabled it to be considered one of the hearts of America, but one thing that Xander especially loved it for was the fact that it had dozens upon dozens of enormous skyscrapers, monolithic buildings that almost seemed to be able to touch the sky itself. More importantly, the titanic buildings seemed to be able to touch the sun, which was what he was currently staring at.
A shine in his eyes grew bright and pronounced as Xander stared into the light of the sun, an act that would have blinded normal men and even most abnormal men. Fortune however, had dictated that Xander cease to be a normal man a few years ago. Having been granted his extraordinary abilities by the god of the sun, he found that he was able to stare into lights without fear of being blinded. In fact, Xander found that staring into bright lighting induced a pleasurable sensation within his eyes that was almost addictive.
He found it particularly pleasant to stare into the sun while he lost himself within the realm of his own thoughts. His fascination with the sun was not the only thing that set Xander apart from most men however; his silver-white hair attracted many second glances, and more than once did he have to explain that it was real and not dyed.
Coupled with his relatively dark skin tone, the white hair made for a contrast that was rather striking. With a thought, Xander considered the fact that he had a thing for black and white contrasts. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants, a black jacket over the white shirt, black boots, and black gloves. All of his clothing was rather non-descript, using the simple subtlety of the conflict to make him stand out. With a shrug, Xander simply thought to himself that he enjoyed conflict on some level before returning his attention and thoughts back to his sun.
He had only returned to his private thoughts for a few moments before something entirely strange caught his ears. Something that sounded like a small jet was moving nearby. At first Xander was prone to simple allow the sound to go on without a second thought, but then another sound caught his attention. An explosion, coupled with the sound of shattering glass roused him from his stupor immediately. Standing up and turning about rapidly, Xander attempted to locate the source of the sound before noticing falling glass raining down the side of a building. The sight caused him to look up and what he saw made him lift an eyebrow in surprise. A man hovering before a hole in a building, which he had presumably created.
"What in the great name am I looking at?" Xander said with incredulity clear in his voice. After allowing himself a few seconds of feeling surprise, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. With a sigh, he placed the sunglasses onto his face, blocking out some of the view of his precious sun. Looking into the damaged office building, Xander walked to the edge of the building he was standing upon. Taking one more step that might have sent a normal man over the edge into the air, he instead shifted himself through space and emerged in a pristine office. Well, he emerged into a damaged pristine office. He had emerged on the side of the toppled desk facing towards the hovering man, and found himself standing in between two men and the armored...was that a bomb that the armored man was playing with in his hand?
"What in the hell are you?" Xander asked with his question aimed towards the armored goblin-looking man with an orange bomb in his hand.
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on Jun 3, 2013 13:40:48 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 monster left. A shame, really. Hobby had half-hoped to see the giant green thing catapult himself out of the building. That would have been a real treat. But, even so, Hobgoblin still had plenty to discuss with Mr. Osborn himself. How long did he have before the police inevitably showed up? Certainly Dr. Banner hadn't thought to contact them... had he?
What fun was to be had....
"Ohhhhh goodie. Looks like it's just you and me, Pops. Gee, I'm nervous. I'm, like, your biggest fan," Hobgoblin said with mock sincerity. He placed a gloved hand over his heart.
But before he had a chance to continue, some weirdo with white hair suddenly phased out of nowhere, placing himself between Osborn and Hobgoblin, though it seemed unintentional.
"What in the hell are you?" The stranger asked, to which Hobgoblin snickered under his breath.
"I'm gorgeous, thanks for asking." He laughed evilly and then looked past Xander to Osborn. "I'm sorry, Normie. I'm going to have to take care of all of these distractions so that you and I can talk like civilized monsters. Duck." His laughter grew as he tossed the Pumpkin bomb at Xander in a "let's play catch" sort of way. As soon as Xander caught it- or it landed somewhere- it would explode in an array of fiery sparks to catch something, or someone, on fire.
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: Norman, New Guy? Notes: All he wants to do is talk. :3
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on Jun 4, 2013 16:48:25 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
Norman gave a mental sigh of relief, now that big green moron would not tear apart what was left of his building. If only he could get the damn sprinkler systems to cut off it would be a vast improvement. Clearly he was going to be in need of refurnishing his office completely. Once repairs were made that is.
Unlike Banner, Osborn was a monster all the time. He just played that he was human. Norman continued to stare down the Hobgoblin as he gritted his teeth. He would give just about anything to be able to put the little prick in his place right here, right now. Damn his mortal image.
"Using stolen technology, I'll have your head on a pike for it, thief" He growled out as the imposto-goblin taunted him.
Osborn blinked, who in the hell was this asshole and how in the hell did he get in his office?! "Who the fuck are you?" he questioned from his taunt crouched position. This guy was going to get himself killed. In fact it seemed his thought had been shared by the impostor, as much as Norman wished he could let the guy eat the bomb, his public image simply wouldn't allow it.
As soon as he saw the movement of the Hobgoblin's hand move to throw the bomb he acted, quickly moving forward and catching the bomb. Thankfully his own reflexes were on par with spiderman, If they had not been it would have been well disastrous, If he wasn't The green goblin.
Norman's ears hear the firing pin engage in the bomb only seconds after he tossed it back at the Hobgoblin. A rather sadistic game of hot potato, except this was timed. He was partially aware that the blast radius would probably set the desk on fire. But hopefully push this orange freak way ward.
An if this white haired guy got caught in the cross, well that was only bonus points.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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