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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
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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You've spun your last web, Spider-Man
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Post by Norman "Green Goblin" Osborn on Apr 27, 2013 22:42:39 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
Some would think the man, bipolar, schizophrenic even, though Norman would argue that he was as sane as the next man who ran a cooperation. Stark held an alter ego, he was fairly certain of this upstart in gotham did as well. Why should his be any different? Okay so the man did not exactly help people during his midnight flights. In fact the goblin could be caught doing the exact opposite, he wished to be seen, it was a show of theatrics. A lure for a certain bug. However tonight The Green Goblin held different interests of the darkness that covered his dark metallic purple glider, it's eyes along with his own shined in the dark a freakish yellow. The insanity in his true blue eyes could match the mask.
The skyscrapers stood solemn as headstones in the night as the deranged psychopath easily weaves through the tight spaces with the ease of an Olympic athlete. The controls of the glider were so natural and fluid it was almost calming in the purest form. If his mind even held the capacity for serene nature. Though his purpose tonight was not for the love of chaos, in fact he sought out those who held the same want for the wanna-be six legged insects head on a pike.
There were several beings such as himself he would rather pose an idea of a team with and those he had no choice but to approach. The beings on interest were either upon the raft right now or missing entirely. Perhaps even caught a change of heart. Norman could recall when a one living vampire was on the wrong side of the law, now he knew that the monster had changed his ways and was trying to become a man again. Such a thought was laughable, no one turned from the dark entirely.
The goblin set the glider to hover above the heights of the buildings as he nimbly leaped from the bat winged vehicle. His purple boots crunching the gravel of the roof top under foot as he slid to a halt right where he wanted to. A gloved hand planted on the ledge of the tall building as he easily vaulted the ledge. His superhuman abilities led to his no fear approach as the goblin fell several stories before landing to the alley way below.
Those hideous yellow eyes glowing in the dark.
If this was to get off the ground sorta speak, Norman needed to make a start. Finding the symbiote was perhaps one of the better starting points. If he could convince the alien being who was so much like the spider himself to join his cause, the others should fall into line. People like Norman were naturals sat leading. It was why Oscorp had been so prosperous over the years, why he made himself out of nothing. Just determination, pure driven instinct.
He knew the alleys that had been the typical haunt for the red slime, it was just a waiting game. Would this one be the one tonight, or would Norman's luck have run out like fuel of the glider.
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"HA. HA HA. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on May 10, 2013 11:24:03 GMT -5
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they council me, they understand
Carnage isn't who the Green Goblin found in this little alley, though. Not at first, anyway. Several stories up, on the rooftop above him, one orange-clad Hobgoblin lounged on the edge, snickering to himself as he watched his green predecessor below.
Was that creep still going around in the same old outfit? The green and purple had been annoying to begin with, but now it was just old news. He needed a costume update... or to just drop the charade altogether. There was a new goblin in town now and Hobgoblin was tired of seeing that has-been's ugly mug.
"Trick or treat!" He shouted as he pushed himself off of the edge of the building, allowing his wings to help him glide to the ground below in the alley. He tilted his head, goblin grin as wide as his eyes.
"Well, what'll it be? Trick or treat?" He chuckled lowly.
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: GG and whoever else joins. Notes: 8D
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Post by Cletus "Carnage" Kasady on May 10, 2013 19:45:25 GMT -5
"The only thing I fear more than DEATH" After a long night's sortie in the huge city of new York, the Carnage symbiote and its host crawled back into their abandoned alley. "Nice night tonight. Blood has been shed. There couldn't be any more that could go wrong, but the end of the night is upon us, so evil is saved for tomorrow as well.""Yes. Tomorrow is another day to wreak the havoc that we so greatly desire..." Cletus talked to his other side, murmuring dastardly deeds for another day and looking forward to being safe at last- safe from the spotlight, safe from the heroes that seemed to plague his existence, safe from the public. In a way, they seemed to be his worst enemy. No matter how much he wanted to instill fear in them, he couldn't. They felt wrongfully safe, protected- one of their greatest downfalls. However, approaching his "home", Cletus instantly knew that something was wrong. A bat-shaped hoverboard glided above the rooftop, and there were voices from below. What were they doing here, in his alley? With eyes narrowed, Carnage crept closer, leaping to the closest rooftop, staying in the shadows, his eyes illuminated slightly by the moonlight. Goblins. Cletus well knew who the green one was, an enemy of Spider-man. The other one he hadn't seen before, though a nagging name came to mind as he inspected him from afar: Hobgoblin. Leaping down onto a rusted fire escape, then onto a dumpster, Cletus growled menacingly. "Wether you trick or treat, do it outside of my territory." his glance flashing between Osborn and Urich, he halfway hoped that they were just here by coincidence and not to find him. Cletus thought that he kept himself pretty well hidden. He would have to relocate after this; if one villain knew where he was others would too, and Carnage was not one to work with others. Vengeance by his claws was enough for his twisted sense of justice. "Is myself." tags: Gobbies Green and Hob words: 324 quote credit: Myself. notes: heheh. Villain Muse fulfilled. Table Layout By BRY, 2012
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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 3:01:53 GMT -5
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[/style] I've been burning bridges all day I think I'll just knock this one down!
As much as Norman wished to attack the impostor goblin, he could be of use. He turned and snarled through his mask at the orange one. "Oh it'll be a trick, just not for you" The Green Goblin snapped at the other before he landed. However it seemed the slime decided to show himself now, better then later.
Norman was not a man to be kept waiting. In fact it was a rather poor Idea. "Boys, we seem to have a common enemy that none of us can kill alone it seems. If you catch my drift"
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"HA. HA HA. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
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Post by Phil "Hobgoblin" Urich on Jun 3, 2013 13:26:57 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
Hobgoblin just grinned silently at his predecessor, just simply enjoying the fact that his very existence irked the green one to no end. He would have replied to Green Goblin's threat if it hadn't been for a third member joining their little party.
"Whether you trick or treat, do it outside of my territory." The brute had hissed to him.
Hobgoblin simply folded his hands behind his back and chuckled at Carnage. "But that's no fun at all," he replied, eyes glowing at the creature.
Then Green Goblin spoke again, saving Carnage from the annoyance of Hobgoblin momentarily. The younger goblin removed his hands from behind his head and nearly growled the name out to Osborn. "Spiderman."
THEY TALK TO ME Tag: GG and Carnage Notes: Meh.
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Suck it, Wolverine.
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Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Jun 5, 2013 5:59:43 GMT -5
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Some people had the sense to run, others would be a hero and do something that might put the hurt on the bad guys. They'd call the Avengers, or they'd evacuate the neighbourhood, then open fire on the goblins and the symbiote who were cluttered in the alleyway - all of them had agendas, all of them bad, and sometimes, it took just one good man to deal with them. That's right, there were two kinds of people in the world - those who would flee, hope they made it out alive, and those who would do, who would act and risk their own lives in order to protect people they didn't even know, all in the name of the greater good.
Thankfully, Wade H.P. Lovecraft Wilson was neither of these people. That's right. In reality, there were three kinds of people in this world - those who ran, those who acted, and those who didn't really give a shit about the first two, so long as they had Mexican food, kiddie rides, a fistful of quarters, and a semi-automatic uzi with enough rides to draw a Polish name into the side of an elephant. Made of lead. Yep, he was the third one.
"That...that was beautiful, man. Colon eight asterisk lower case L."
"It was oddly charming in an almost poetic way, wasn't it?"
Stop, you guys, you're making me blush. Besides, this isn't about me, or my glorious use of metaphors - this is about the greatest, most handsomest, best at whatever job he acceptsest mercenary in Marvel. He's smart, funny, strong, charming, has no signs of questional personal hygiene, and takes everything totally seriously. I'm talking D to the E A D, P double O L, people.
So there he was, at the end of the alley - a chimi in one hand, and a Canadian Playboy in the other. What was the difference between Canadian and normal, you ask? Everything is themed like winter and maple leaves. His mask was partially rolled up, exposing the sauce covered chin as he chewed away on his Mexican tasties, watching the rag-tag group of villains invariably heckle each other, and generally disagree on everything bar Spiderman.
"...I'm in."
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Post by Cletus "Carnage" Kasady on Jun 14, 2013 0:23:46 GMT -5
"The only thing I fear more than DEATH" Obviously, this strange crowd that Cletus found himself fallen in with wasn't completely friendly and agreeable with each other. As the other two bickered away, Carnage sat there, hissing. This was why he never wanted to fall in the League of Villains. There was a perceptible tension in the air, one that made the Carnage symbiote slither in his veins. Obviously, the yellow goblin was an unexpected arrival. Well, technically all of them were: Hob to Green, Carnage to Hob, and both of the Goblins to Carnage. The last felt that he had been cheated the most. "Oh it'll be a trick, just not for you." Green Goblin's tone was filled with disdain, the complete opposite of Hobgoblin as he answered Carnage's warning about Haloween activities in his alley. "But that's no fun at all," Humans. the symbiote whispered in his head. Kill them all, they deserve nothing! Carnage's tongue slithered out, dripping madly. "It's fun you're looking for, eh?" Chuckling insanely, and possessing as close to a smile as he could manage on the mask, the long bladed fingers slid out into the dark, and his eyes flashed right back, as if issuing a challenge of their own. The smile dropped right from his face. "I'll show you how to really have fun with me." He was expecting for the orange goblin to leap but before that could happen, Green interjected. "Boys, we seem to have a common enemy that none of us can kill alone it seems. If you catch my drift." Of course everyone here knew who that was. Carnage put away his bodily weapons and hopped down the rest of the way to earth. The webhead, Spider-man. Hobby voiced the name; the symbiote just growled deeply in response. "I'm in." Another interloper, an unexpected development in the little group of three. Carnage glanced back behind Green Goblin and narrowed his eyes a bit at the man standing there at the end of the alleyway, with a woman on his hip and a burrito at his mouth. Again, the symbiote whispered something along the lines of Humans are jerks, superficiality is what they are good at, KILL THEM ALL but at the same time it knew that this man was not to be trifled with. Perhaps it was a gut feeling, a sixth sense but considering the size of those arms he was holding the little playboy model to his side with, it might be a physical clue too. For a second Cletus and Carnage conspired together about the proposal. This decision wasn't the hardest in the world, but it was tough. Giving up freedom for the help a group could do in crushing the arachnid that nipped at all of their asses constantly. Finally he nodded, and looked up again. "We, too, lend our services. The Spider is a crafty creature. Perhaps numbers is the key to trampling him underfoot." It would be a trying time after being alone for so many years but he'd manage as best as he could. "Is myself." tags: HobGobby, GreenGobby, and Deadpool. words: 505 quote credit: Myself. notes: None other than I think Cletus is inside my head now. Table :: BRY, 2012. V.5 Recode :: BRY, June 2013.
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