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  1. Livi-Wan Force Ghost

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    Sep 29, 2002
    star 4
    Tabby Smith
    Manhunter Base
    ???


    "Hey..uh, think you can try that on one of the closed doors?"

    "Huh?"

    Tabby swung around, hands outstretched to deal the explodo on whoever just spoke. Nobody there.

    "Helloooo?"

    Maybe it was the other explosions, or the lasers, or the continual chant of the Manhunters drowning her out, but there was no reply.

    "Weird."

    "Tabby looked over at the closed doors and shrugged. She'd exploded things for much less reason than a phantom voice in her ear. And they were going to need to get out of this place eventually.

    "Oh well, couldn't hurt. Tick tick tick boom."

    [TAG ktala, ramza, all]
  2. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Sorry for my inactivity. Christmas time gets pretty hectic. So, getting back into this....




    IC: Psylocke
    Location: ???

    Robots burst into the circular room. Betsy leaped and rolled, dodging the energy blasts.

    It all happened so fast she barely had time to process what had happened. She quickly made a note of who was held captive with her. Her and two other X-Men (if Deadpool could be considered an "X-Man"), a Skrull, and two people she didn't recognize, an old woman and a young girl.

    And the threat came from the army of robots that had rushed in calling themselves "Manhunters".

    Betsy formed the katana out of that purplish psychic energy and used it to deflect the robots' energy blasts. "Perfect," she commented sarcastically. "Mindless automatons." Probing their minds telepathically would do no good, considering their minds were computers.

    TAG: Livi, Peng, Ktala, Mitth, Ramza
  3. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Erik Lensherr, AKA Magneto
    London, 10 July, 3 PM

    In the instant before the demonic horde hurled themselves at Erik, he reflected on the sheer lunacy of the situation. Beset on all sides by madness. Wonderful. Charles, of course, would know what to do in this situation, but he wasn't exactly on speaking terms with Charles.

    It bothered him that he couldn't simply stop the missiles in mid-flight. Either Doom had anticipated Erik's abilities, or Erik wasn't being totally honest with how frustrated he currently was. Both answers only served to annoy him further.

    "YOU WILL BOW BEFORE THE MAGNIFICENT MIGHT OF ALMIGHTY DOOM!"

    Erik looked up. "Never."

    He flung the plate of metal at the madman, hoping it would hit, though there was no time to savour the moment. Hell was closing in.

    The first wave was nearing, comprised of all sorts of terrible beasts. Life or death, again. He raised an open hand at the wave. Three of the demons split apart into nothingness, the electromagnetic fields maintaining the structure of their atoms suddenly working against them. It was not quick, and not particularly pleasant to look at.

    Erik noted the delay, the effort this took. He would not be able to keep up the pace, nor the focus required to finish off the rest of them in this fashion; there were simply too many. He'd pass out by the time he hit the halfway point. There had to be a better way. He flung away another four with a wave of his hand.

    "Must we do this?"

    A chain of something similar to lightning shot from his hand and arced between a group of the horde's members.

    "I do not want to rule the world, Doom, I simply want one free of persecution."

    Tag: Ramza
  4. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

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    Sep 29, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Sophy Vizzini, aka Pirate Indigo
    Someplace dark and a little too sterile, ???

    She couldn?t catch her breath! It was terrible thing that was too wonderful for words, it was a gas that?s what it was. The droid actually labeled her Yo?momma! Oh if she ever regained her breath she would have to compliment whoever created that bucket of bolts.

    Barely noting the other?s words around her she was lost in a quiet laugh, and would of wiped a tear away from her eye if she had a hand available. Alright there was detraction for the inventor of the whatever, restraints should bind but at least leave the person to take care of their own bodily needs. In fact from all that laughing she needed to take care of one, but she wasn?t about to do it here. She didn?t even wear the adult diaper today, it?s a little embarrassing, if not convenient during a bank run.

    As they were sprung and the thing went Boom! She had to wonder how they were going to get out of this now? Staying a none threatening heap on the floor she watched as the others began blasting the machines and the machines blasted back. Well isn?t this just wonderful, and here she is the only member that cannot walk and talk and chew gum whilst using mutant powers at the same time.

    ?Yo! Could one of you carry me out here? Don?t leave a little old lady to die just because she?s a natural redhead like I Love Lucy.? She called out mater-of-fact-ly to the others. If she knew at least one of them was going to carry her out then she could lend a hand without having to worry about dying will having an out of body experience.

    TAG: Ktala, Peng, Dubya, Livi, Ramza
  5. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Mary Amuro - Zero
    ???, someplace she wants out from

    Mary Amuro watched as the girl spun towards her, and then froze. Thank GOODNESS she didnt seem to see her. The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then fired off whatever it was she did, towards one of the doors. Mary didnt wait to see if it worked, but scooted back towards the crates. As she did, she noticed a lady, who seemed a bit older than the others. Not that old, but still, older than the others she had noticed so far. She was laying in a heap on the floor watching the fireworks around her. She didnt seem to be doing anything. She then called out...

    "Yo! Could one of you carry me out here? Don?t leave a little old lady to die just because she?s a natural redhead like I Love Lucy."

    Mary held back a giggle. She watched old retro shows, so she knew about 'I Love Lucy'. She wondered why the woman needed carrying though. The lady was far too big for her to carry though, so she coudlnt help her. While waiting to see if the tick tock boom girl's blast opened the door or not, she scooted around the crates. She thought about going over to the old lady, but she had another idea. She might be able to do something if she could reach the monitor and computer. So staying invisible, she tried to see if she could make her way towards the thing. If any blasts came her way, she would dive back for cover. She really hoped she was hidden from the big noisy bots, as she moved. Actually, she really hoped this sucker was a touch screen, and that she could do something with it. But if that failed, and boom boom girl got the door opened.....

    Open door always trumped funky computer screen. And she wanted out now. Soooo whichever opportunity showed itself first, she was going for it. If she could get a peek of what lay behind the open door, even better, but she wasnt holding her breath...

    Oh wait..yes, she was, as she moved towards the monitors.


    TAG: Mitth, Peng, Dubya, Livi, Ramza
  6. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Penthouse Suite, Gotham City, New Jersey
    July 13, 8:30 PM

    "Talk to me," said the big man, lighting his cigar. For some men, big would be a rather nebulous descriptor - but not for the gentlemen we are referring to. Nearly seven feet tall, perhaps 300 pounds, head shaved, eyes beady; if there was one thing that ran through the mind of absolutely everyone who met him, it was almost certainly "big."

    [image=http://images.wikia.com/marveldatabase/images/8/8a/DAREDEVIL_-The_Kingpin-.jpg]

    "Well, Mr. Fisk, we have every reason to believe the Narrows auction will be ending in a very definitive manner this very evening."

    "That so?" Fisk asked, taking a long draw on the cigar. His expression remained neutral.

    "Yessir. Word from one of our contacts inside the GCPD is that Dent's got some new angle for taking it down. Something that keeps his hands clean."

    "Probably doesn't even realize he's playing into our hands on this one. Well, Dent always was a do-gooder ****head, and even a broken clock is right two times a day."

    "Explain, sir?"

    "Simple really - Narrows makes organized crime look bad. What they're selling... I don't want any of it. We are not animals. We stick to drugs and protection. Anybody starts to **** around with the kind of **** those **** suckers **** around with, well, they're lucky the Iron Bat's going to get to them before I could."

    "You sure it's the Iron Bat, sir?"

    Fisk stood up and grabbed the man by the collar. "Look here you little piece of ****. I am Oswald mother****ing Fisk, and I've been in this business since you were too young to subsist without sucking at your mother's ****. So if I think it's the mother****ing Iron Bat, it's the mother****ing Iron Bat."

    "Makes sense."

    "Damn right it does. Now, are you carrying that gun because Riggoletto wants me dead, or because you think you actually stand a chance of taking over this operation?"

    "That is... I..."

    "Oh, who gives a ****? Get the hell out of my sight."

    Fisk tossed the man through a window.

    Sixty stories.

    They wouldn't even be able to identify the stains.

    "And now I just sit back and wait for that metallic wonder to do my job for me. And then, well, sky's the limit."

    Fisk looked out the hole in the window at the still falling man. He was screaming. Probably. It was hard to tell from this distance.

    Oswald Fisk, Emperor of Crime.

    Had a nice ring to it.

    Frank Castle's War Journal
    Entry Number 5771, Part One

    I feel the twinge as the man plummets to his death. The name flashes through my mind.

    Oswald Fisk.

    It's not the first time his name's run through my head. He has earned his punishment more than once. But action cannot be taken at this time. Oswald Fisk has a greater role to play in the events to come. And as my partner has clearly established, I cannot interrupt the flow of events.

    I can only pass judgement.

    And with regards to the latter, it would seem my hand is guided towards Gotham City for an entirely different reason than the one I had expected. No names, just a place.

    Narrows Auction.

    Visions of crimes fill my head. I am put into contact with the spirit of a woman long dead.

    [image=http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp39/darthramza/Punisher25_22.jpg]

    Vengeance will be mine.

    OOC: Proper update in a day or two, just wanted to get this written while Jason Aaron's PunisherMax was fresh in my mind.:p />
  7. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Psylocke
    Location: ???

    The little old woman requested that she be carried out. Was she injured? Was she too weak? Was she decrepit?

    She figured it would be better for a man, who would be stronger, to carry her. But considering the only men in the room was a Skrull and Deadpool...maybe those men weren't the best choices. (Especially since the woman closely resembled a character from the Golden Girls. Who knows what Deadpool would do to her.)

    Deflecting more energy blasts with her katana, Betsy approached the old woman. Kneeling down closer to her, Betsy said, "I'm here to help."

    TAG: Mitth, also Livi, Peng, Ktala, Ramza
  8. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Sophy Vizzini, aka Pirate Indigo
    Someplace brighter with a moon roof, ???

    A woman came up to her, and frankly what the young kids considered super-hero and super-villain gear made her want to give woman a slight whap. She restrained herself, it wasn?t easy but she did it.

    ?Thank you deary, if you could drag or carry me out I?ll lend a hand to the escape. Might even have a crisp buck in it for you too. How about that.? She said with a small smug smile as if she had just offered to give the girl the keys to her kingdom.

    Hopefully this twig would do something, like be stronger then she looked, and she could actually give a demonstration on why it was good to carry this little old lady. Even if you didn?t need a merit badge for assisting the elderly.

    TAG: Ktala, Peng, Dubya, Livi, Ramza
  9. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Psylocke
    Location: ???

    Betsy deflected a few more energy blasts while listening to the old woman.

    Sheesh. She talks almost as much as Wade. Almost.

    Her psychic katana disappeared and Betsy reached out to scoop the woman up in her arms. "Beg your pardon, ma'am," Betsy said kindly as her hands slid along the old woman's body. Betsy hoisted her up and took cover from the enemy's fire. She glanced over her shoulder to see how the door situation was going...

    TAG: Mitth, and possibly Livi, Peng, Ktala, and Ramza
  10. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    OOC: Well gang, I'd hoped to get something up, but family and all that. C'est la vie. I'll be away for Christmas, but I'm hoping to update on the night of the 26th. So happy holidays, feliz Navidad, have a nice Sunday, and whatever else floats your boat until then!

    To tide you over, have some classic John Byrne art.

    <center><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kub0aupXNw1qavaaoo1_400.jpg">

    Ho Ho Ho.[face_skull] </center>
  11. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Without boring you with the details, various obligations are and have been kicking my butt, so instead of getting a bulk update done, I'm going to try staggering, since I've had this lying around awhile now. Those of you without a tag in this post can expect a tag tomorrow.


    Manhunter Base, ????
    ????

    For want of a better phrase, all hell broke loose.

    Tabby Smith?s explosive powers had nailed one of the more centrally positioned Manhunters square in the propulsion mechanism, causing it to careen into three other units which all exploded in a spectacularly glorious manner that would look really smashing if we had the effects budget for that sort of thing.

    Sadly, we do not. Use your imagination.

    Notably, the metal walls of the room had remained intact. They obviously were made of strong stuff.

    The doors were another matter, as another explosion from Tabby notably weakened the structure.

    Meanwhile, Psylocke had taken hold of Pirate Indigo and was about to be attacked by two Manhunters who were apparently quite content to beat their prey to death with their bare metallic fists. Presumably, something would need to be done.

    Still meanwhile, Mary Amuro had made her way over to the computer monitor which, while quite clearly in a language she had no hope of deciphering, showed a large red object moving towards the swarm of red and green objects that quite clearly indicated the room they were presently occupying.

    A massive gray hand ripped through weakpoint in the door that was mentioned earlier. ?BORN ON A MONDAY?? growled the hand?s owner. The assailant tore what was left of the door off the hinges. ?GRUNDY HELP PANCAKE PEOPLE... GRUNDY WRECK ROBOTS??

    ?NO MAN ESCAPES THE MANHUNTERS,? came the equally capitalized response, and they swarmed Solomon Grundy. Kl?rt the Super Skrull decided that this was an excellent opportunity to swarm the robots, and the entire doorway became a mess of metal, extendable green flesh, fire, rocks, zombie, and children?s nursery rhymes. Amidst all of this chaos, Mary?s pet parrot came flapping in through the door opening and perched atop the computer monitor with an AWORK. Deadpool was presumably fighting some robots as well while spouting off pop culture references, but we can only guess. Taken as a whole, the image would be spectacular.

    Again, effects budget.

    TAG: Livi, Dubya, Mitth, Ktala, Peng

    OOC: Since these robots are basically mooks, feel free to trash them. :D
  12. Livi-Wan Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2002
    star 4
    Tabby Smith
    Manhunter Base

    Well, as Tabby had always suspected, explosions solved pretty much everything. Not only had she managed to take out some of the Manhunters in a satisfyingly large boom, her other explosion had managed to weaken the door enough for it to be ripped apart by a giant grey guy who, judging by the fact that he was also tearing apart the Manhunters like tissue paper, was presumably here to help.

    All in all, a giant tick in Column Tabby Is Awesome.

    However, things didn't seem to be going nearly so well for Psylocke and the old lady, but as Psylocke was supposed to be some big time black ops mutant Tabby figured she could handle it. Besides, the door fight looked far more fun. Tabby pointed two fingers, gun-style, at the chaos and muttered her catchphrase. Bright streams of energy arced from her fingers and coalesced around the door.

    "Go boom now."

    And people said she was stupid.

    [TAG All]
  13. Dubya_Scott Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 11, 2002
    star 5
    OOC:
    Tabby Smith?s explosive powers had nailed one of the more centrally positioned Manhunters square in the propulsion mechanism,
    [face_laugh] That line sounds funny.





    IC: Psylocke
    Location: ???

    Psylocke, while carrying Pirate Indigo, now also had to deal with the fists of the Manhunters. She did her best to duck and dodge the attacks without disorienting the old woman too much.

    When the sound of crunching metal was heard, Psylocke turned to see Grundy literally tear the door off it's hinges...if it had hinges. So the big grey beast had survived. And he was here to help. Excellent.

    TAG: those of us fighting the Manhunters...
  14. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Mary Amuro - Zero
    ??? Manhunter Base, lots of explodie things

    ...'Woah!'... was the thought that went through Mary's mind, as the room literally exploded, into action. 'These guys are SERIOUS!'

    Sparkle girls boom magic seemed to work well, and she sent the strange robots flying all over the place. It was really QUITE impressive. And explosive. Mary found herself ducking behind stuff, and then running, as things blew up around her.

    Meanwhile, Mary had made her way over to the computer monitor which, while quite clearly in a language she had no hope of deciphering, showed a large red object moving towards the swarm of red and green objects that quite clearly indicated the room they were presently occupying. Big and RED? Well, if they were the red objects....then whatever was coming was not a friend of the robots. She at least hoped that was the case.

    Another explosion, and Mary noticed that the doors seemed to be giving way. The one in particular seemed to have a noticeable dent on it now. What she DIDNT expect was the massive gray hand that suddenly ripped through weakpoint in the door. "BORN ON A MONDAY?" growled the hand?s owner. The assailant tore what was left of the door off the hinges. "GRUNDY HELP PANCAKE PEOPLE... GRUNDY WRECK ROBOTS?"

    Pankcake people? Mary was not about to try to figure that out, as suddenly the green alien guy decided to swarm the robots, and the entire doorway became a mess of metal, extendable green flesh, fire, rocks, zombie, and children?s nursery rhymes. Wonderful.

    Amazingly, in the middle of all that, Mary was amazed to see Pauly, suddenly came flapping in through the door opening and perched atop the computer monitor with an SQWAK. She grinned as she saw him land. "Pauly!!!" she called to him happily. If he made it in this strange place, then he could show her the way out.

    Mary now watched the doorway intently, as she made her way close to it, but not too close. Crazy energy zapping mutants could definitely ruin her day. As she ducked behind the crates, she became visible. No use getting zapped while invisible. Besides, there werent too many robots left anyway.

    As soon as there was an opening, Mary would get pass the mess and the doors, and then scan the hallways, to see if there was an way out. "Come on Pauly." she stated as she reached for him. "Time to get outta this crazy place." She gave her pal a quick rub along the scruff of his neck, as she waited for her chance to get past the doors...before anything ELSE showed up on the screens.


    TAG: Livi, Dubya, Mitth, Peng
  15. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Frank Castle?s War Journal
    Entry Number 5771, Part Two

    It?s about 11 P.M. when I arrive at my destination. As is my custom, I perform my final equipment run through. This irks my partner, but then, he often irks me, and that mutual consternation is the basis of our relationship. We?re not unlike ? two men (though that may be an incorrect designation in reference to him) who have dedicated themselves to a purpose so singular that it is the alpha and omega of our existence.

    Forgive my waxing poetic. I always get that way when a lot of people are going to die.

    As always right before a big operation, I?m haunted by the song. It?s a film theme, from the last movie I ever saw, two days before? Two days before.

    An Indian is killing a bunch of white bandits who have been slaughtering his people. His rampage comes to an end when he?s stopped by the bandit leader, but in the end, Joe gets his revenge.

    Joe, if only you had known, I think, as I lock in the ammo.

    You could?ve done so much more.

    Then something happens I?m not expecting, which, after forty years of this, says a lot. Somebody kills the lights.

    Upper West Side, Gotham City, New Jersey
    July 13, 11:05 PM

    ?What the **** is that?!? somebody finally yelled.

    ?¡Murciélago!? came another shout ? older, Spanish. The meaning was obvious.

    Bat.

    ?¡Matálo matálo matálo!? A third voice, younger than the second, also Spanish. Also obvious.

    Kill it.

    Three men were over to the hole in the ground in a flash ? presumably hired muscle, as they were armed with assault weapons. Ordinarily not a problem for the Iron Bat, but then, there was the matter of the cargo?

    Gunshots rang out as the men opened fire.

    And then something happened that we can only assume the Iron Bat was not expecting ? an explosion.

    ?¡La puerta! ¡La puerta! ¡Hay dos! ¡Dos!?

    ?Holy m-!? A burst of machine gun fire upstairs cut the scream off.

    Tony Stark?s voice chimed in on the commlink. ?Bruce, we?ve uh? we?ve got a variable.?

    TAG: Saint


    Somewhere in the Indian Ocean
    July 11, 5:40 PM

    The pirates stared at this? whatever the hell this guy was. Then at each other. Then at the man in the orange suit again.

    Finally, their leader, standing at the back, spoke up. He was much larger and more muscular than his compatriots which, presumably, accounted for his senior authority position. Many criminal organizations have surprisingly streamlined bureaucratic structures of this variety and thus are able to avoid large overhead costs. Well, until they unionize. ?Why the hell should we give you our loot? We stole it fair and square like. There are twenty of us, and you?ve only got one gun. And man, you aren?t even in the water ? oh yeah, I know all about you superhero types, you?ve all got some gimmick, and you?re obviously? Water Guy or some ****. You ain?t in water now, Water Guy. This is one dry-ass boat, knowumsayin? If anything you ought to be apologizing for dripping water all over my mother****ing deck. ? Actually, hell, I think we?ll just shoot you until you look like a tacky piece of swiss cheese.?

    So they proceeded to open fire.

    TAG: Coder/>/>
  16. Saintheart Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Dec 16, 2000
    star 6
    Iron Bat

    The eye of the storm, Gotham City

    Damn it.
    Damn it.
    Damn it.


    The plan had been to use the sudden darkness and confusion to safe the cargo and then move out to neutralise the buyers. Would have gone like clockwork. They didn't have either the space or the inclination towards high explosives, and given the profiles of the more expected players he would've had all the time in the world to take them down and out. Now: grenade, by the sound of it; he'd heard enough of them not to really need JARVIS's ID on the explosive type from sound profile, though hopefully Tony would have it on line...

    Either a competing predator. Or an amateur. If the latter, an unhinged one; someone had taken out one or more of the thugs upstairs with a machine gun. He'd run into one or two vigilantes in his time, but who...?

    Save it. No time. The objects of his attack would be scattering. If they or any of the scum that served them had a brain, they'd be looking to liquidate the cargo. And then there was Lot One, who would be somewhere in the place. Think. Have to safe the cargo. How?

    Two precious seconds refitting the plan, standing crouched in the nearest shadow, while somewhere above him the deep-throated cough of a scattergun echoed above the screaming.

    All right. Go.

    He moved. Ran, heavy, clanking footsteps according to the floorplans he had, twenty metres, to the doorway he'd spotted on his initial landing. This door was heavy, with a strong bolt across the front. A door designed, a voice filled with smoke inside him, to keep people in rather than out. Made of steel, which, ironically, was good; looked like it'd withstand some gunfire, at least for a while. He threw the doorbolt aside and then the door open, letting the suit's chestplate flare with light as a pretty decent flash.

    The scene inside was as he'd expected, though the smoke-filled place inside him leapt with yellow and red rage as he looked. They kept the lights off, of course, and the room was bare of mats or any other human comfort. But it was not empty. It contained the cargo.
    Children.
    A good thirty of them. None clothed. Both genders represented equally, from the look of it, and all races from what he could tell. The seething part of him estimated with a flickering glance that their ages would have to be from as old as fifteen or so down to under ten. The white light from the suit's bat-shaped chestlight flicked across skin discoloured blue and black in many spots, across faces without hope.
    The lots for the Narrows Auction.

    This evil hides in plain sight, his mother's voice said, on the old tapes in Wayne Manor's attic, where he'd found them some months ago. There is no greater darkness, no more terrible and sickening evil than the ones visited on these children. Murder ends suffering. This evil ensures it echoes down decades.

    They cowered back from him, though one or two, his stomach dropping, didn't react at all. He forced away the rage, instead modulating for low-volume address: "You're getting out of here. Hold on for a minute more. I'm coming back."
    Then turned, forcing away the looks in eyes and faces, and closed the door firmly. Threw the bolt again over the door, then gunned up the suit's amplifiers and bent the bolt back over itself. The rage surged, blazing up with his mother's voice, with the shutterblink of images he'd seen that he'd take to his grave. He forced it down to cold will by assessing the job he'd done. Nothing short of a high explosive or a cutting welder could open that door now. He wouldn't be coming back here until he was satisfied the building was clear.

    Which now left Lot One the only one unaccounted for.

    The anger blazed up as he keyed the suit to combat readiness. Sophisticated sensors reached out from the suit's visor as the eyeslots blazed with white light, as he shut down the suit's chestplate to become a
  17. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

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    Sep 29, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Sophy Vizzini, aka Pirate Indigo
    Someplace brighter with a moon roof, ???

    As the woman positioned her into a comfortable position two robots began attacking, things began exploding, nursery rhymes where quoted, parrots squawked, and all out mayhem on a budget breaking scale ensued. Frankly she was surprised they had the imagination budget to do this, then again robots didn?t have to be fed beyond juice.

    Once she felt secure enough she focused and went limp in the woman?s arms, who was surprisingly strong for her wirer-y frame. Perhaps instead of money she could cook the woman some Manicotti, maybe introduce her to a grandson. Alas that was off topic.

    Suddenly shimmering into existence behind the two robots assailing them was the Dread ?Pirate Indigo?! Who with shimmering rapier began wriggling it in the robots insides of the one on the right and laughed as the thing began to dance, blink, and whir until smoke began to come out. ?Hey, is that a bad sign?? he asked looking at the woman.

    TAG: Ktala, Peng, Dubya, Livi, Ramza
  18. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Deadpool
    Same bat-place! Same bat-channel!

    "YEAH! THIS IS MY BOOMSTICK!"

    You already said that.

    "EAT LEAD YOU METALLIC MISCREANTS!"

    Better. Points for alliteration.


    Wade sliced through another Manhunter with what he hoped was ease and finesse.

    Then something made a *shcccccchluck* sound and Wade jerked forwards. He looked down at his chest to see a metal hand, fingers outstretched, sticking straight out, covered in blood.

    "Ahh jeez. Yeah, that ain't good."

    With an awkward swing of his katana, he lopped off the robot's head. It slumped against him, and he clumsily extricated himself from the machine.

    "Don't worry, true believers, I am no longer impaled!"

    Tag: Livi, Dubya, Mitth, Ktala, Ramza
  19. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Frank Castle's War Journal
    Entry Number 5771, Part Three

    I've always had a subtle fondness for heavy machine guns.

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    There's just something immensely satisfying about watching your quarry be cut through like so much warm butter. The fact that the near misses are going to be exponentially more painful doesn't hurt, either.

    In any case, I suppose I should be grateful that the other guy - Iron Bat is his nome de guerre, my partner informs me - has opted to arrive mere moments before my own entrance. The prey's attention is divided. And on the field of battle, even a mundane distraction like a guy in a robot suit can prove decidedly lethal.

    The first sap learns that as he reaches for his piece, his shout cut off in a gurgle as the large caliber bullet tears through something incredibly vital. The guy to his right is the next to fall, a victim of the left to right sweeping maneuver I taught myself in Vietnam. The gun's so powerful I might as well be sweeping a laser through these guys.

    Goddamn do I love heavy machine guns.

    My partner informs me that the Iron Bat has made the children his primary objective. I reckon it's for the best - not killing the enemy is the kind of stupid bull**** I've come to expect from these caped freaks, but it makes a prettier sight for the kids. They need a hero. Me? I'm tearing through a man's belly with a Bowie knife because he was too stupid to keep his distance and thought charging a one-man army in the middle of a combat situation was a smart maneuver. The flickering light of the fire created by my grenade paints the entire scene in a surreal, hellish glow as his vitae drenches my arm, the other still firing the gun through several more of the auction patrons.

    Me? I'm the wrath of one seriously pissed-off God.

    Upper West Side, Gotham City, New Jersey
    July 13, 11:09 PM

    "Well, I'm not 100% sure, but I think I've got a good guess. Remember that variable I mentioned earlier?" Bruce obviously couldn't see his brother, but he knew the scene well enough for it to play out in his head - fingers quickly rifling through the 3D projections made by JARVIS, eyes darting as they took in as much information as possible, drink close at hand. "That'd be the latest dispatch from the local branch of the FBI. Uh, obviously a bit more secret than I was supposed to see, but you know how it is. Reports of a black van in your area, reputedly belonging to some kind of well-known vigilante. Bet that's our man. Hold on, I'm accessing the file."

    The Iron Bat was making his way upwards, towards Lot One. "Okay, identity unknown, age unknown, appearance unknown, known for use of heavy weaponry and lethal applications of vigilante justice - oh, this is cute, the Feds have a codename for him: 'The Punisher,' though that's one of their own, not from a source... he, uh, doesn't leave any witnesses, apparently. Nothing you can't... wait."

    On the corner of the Iron Bat's viewscreen, a figure all in black cutting through a swath of auction goers. On his chest was a large, white skull emblem. "He's been active for over forty years. Body count is in the... no, that can't possibly be right. Oh Christ. ... Christ."

    An armed thug went flying into the wall in front of the Iron Bat, the rocket-propelled grenade that had lodged itself in his stomach exploding on impact. "Bruce, no one's going to get out of that building alive."

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  20. spycoder9 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 23, 2008
    star 4
    Aquaman
    Indian Ocean


    Thomas expected what happened next to happen. No pirates he had ever met were eager to make negotiations. They were always ready to shoot now and talk later. The tallest and broadest of all the man stepped out from amongst the others. He had watched Thomas?s show with no emotion.

    ?Why the hell should we give you our loot? We stole it fair and square like. There are twenty of us, and you?ve only got one gun. And man, you aren?t even in the water ? oh yeah, I know all about you superhero types, you?ve all got some gimmick, and you?re obviously? Water Guy or some ****. You ain?t in water now, Water Guy. This is one dry-ass boat, knowumsayin? If anything you ought to be apologizing for dripping water all over my mother****ing deck. ? Actually, hell, I think we?ll just shoot you until you look like a tacky piece of swiss cheese.? The pirate, with his missing teeth and hideous tattoos, lifted his gun.

    ?I see. You are just as stupid as the rest.? Thomas felt along the muzzle. ?I assumed as much.? The bullets sped towards Thomas, but he had already flipped twice in the air and landed on the side of the ship. Grinning, he aimed at one of the pirates. ?My final example of my might.? The pirate fired at Thomas. It glanced off his chest.

    ?I am literally invincible.? Thomas pointed his gun at the pirate who had tried to shoot him. ?I am sorry it had to come to this.? He fired seven times. Three men went down in seconds. They were the ones who did expect it. By the time the leader had time to hear his dead men hit the wooden boards at their feet, Thomas was gone.

    ?I am Aquaman.? He laughed as he waved at them from the other side of the deck. ?Fear me.?

    He let his bullets fly.


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  21. Saintheart Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Dec 16, 2000
    star 6
    Iron Bat

    Upper West Side, Gotham City, New Jersey

    The Punisher. The name, though not studied in detail, was familiar. And even with the sudden sobering up in Tony's voice, the Iron Bat was inclined to agree with him; according to what Bruce could remember, the man had killed many. And by the look of it, from the suit's visor, he was loose in the main auction area, and making one hell of a mess.

    I swore an oath on the graves of my parents--

    No. The visor was indicating that Lot One was being dragged up towards the auction area, towards the field of gunfire; perhaps it was either panic, or the noise, or a retreat to perceived reinforcements. Though he could almost feel the blood spattering across his soul as well as that of the thug that had just been imploded by the RPG shell, it was the innocents who mattered first. More to the point, the fusillade of grenades had already started a fire, and JARVIS's projections were that it was beginning to spread. To say nothing of what might happen to the structural supports of the century-old building, which, unlike the basement, hadn't been reinforced in steel or concrete.

    And the thug dragging Lot One, holding a sawn-off in his free hand, was almost at the nearest door to the maelstrom.

    The Iron Bat fired repulsors. The building shuddered from the sudden ignition, and he raised both fists forward, steel and adamantium crashing through wooden walls, heavy-caliber bullets spanging off the ribplate of the suit as he blasted past the Punisher and crashed through the far door. AI-assisted reflexes had the shotgun in one hand three tenths of a second later, snapping it with a clenched fist, and the other hand lashed out, crashing into the thug's temple, sending him into unconsciousness.

    Lot One -- a dark-haired boy, clad only in underwear, maybe fourteen, fifteen years old -- had a face a mass of bruises and dried blood. The Iron Bat caught him from falling, crouching as, he was sure, the Punisher's guns turned towards him, turning the suit's back and side plates so the child at least was protected.
    "For God's sake, stop! You're going to kill the children!" he shouted, and the force of his voice was such that the suit hardly needed to amplify it.

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  22. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Kal-El
    136199 Eris, Space

    Anhilation of reality. The end of everything. Kal-El had sworn no longer to protect earth from it´s madness and it´s never dying need of self-anhilation. But this? It was different if you judged humanity for it´s failures from taking away the chance of judgment itself and for all times. Reality itself was what defined every thought and opinion. Destroying it made thing irreversible. And if Kal-El hated one thing about linearity and existence it was when things became irreversible, even for him. the man who could do anything could not reverse the irreversible. It was his greatest and invincible foe. Lois, Jimmy, even Lex, his pride, his ideals. He had lost it all to irreversibility.

    Kal-El turned away from his Brainiac and folded his arms once more. "Phantom zone." he would grow weaker there, without a sun. But he would not be powerless. Not if he acted quickly. He needed all the help he could have, though. It was probably time for the suit if he agreed. Then again, what choice did he have?

    He looked down ot the antidote and realized he did not wanted to take it. It had told him about Brainiac that the new incarnation was unaware of his hcange-of-heart, though. Had he not decided to help, he would have taken it it and then turned on his benefactor. But not yet.

    "I will prepare and take care of Ani. You try to get us some more untrustworthy allies. Fine." Kal-El looked at Brainiac for a second, then turned and accelerated so fast, the robot probably never saw him take off.

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  23. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Manhunter Base, ????
    ????

    One explosion, courtesy of Tabby Smith (as a not-insignificant portion of our explosions to date have been) went off in the middle of the sizeable melee, sending the combatants flying off in various directions ? except for Solomon Grundy, who looked as if he had vaguely registered some sort of sensation before he proceeded to grab a Manhunter and dash its mechanical head against a wall. Kl?rt bounced off a wall, protected by his force field. ?Da?st it all, watch where you?re firing! I have enough trouble as it -? His sentence was cut off by a piece of exploded Manhunter flying towards his chest, which deformed his shape to a considerable degree upon impact.

    Fortunately, Kl?rt was a Super Skrull, so that?s a bit like getting winded for a moment.

    Mary Amuro took advantage of the opening and darted through the door, revealing a long, narrow, poorly lit corridor. It was unadorned ? robots had little need for atmosphere ? and very grey. At the end of the hallway a half-ajar door revealed an odd red glow.

    Psylocke had managed to do an admirable job of avoiding the incoming machines, and Pirate Indigo?s somewhat unorthodox method of disposal had done its intended job, causing the afflicted Manhunter to explode. Unfortunately, this resulted in the other Manhunter sending a transmission to his compatriot warning them to compensate for astral projections and they turned their energy beams on her.

    Deadpool, who had managed to survive impalement, was warranting special care from his assailants, who had switched on a nonphysical capture device. Wade Wilson would find himself trapped, unable to move beneath the beams? green rays. Luckily for him, no sooner had he been caught than Solomon Grundy destroyed his assailant with a well placed punch.

    Unfortunately, this resulted in precisely the correct number of scouts being destroyed to activate plan designate fourteen. The computer monitor, now unattended, glowed in an appropriately ominous fashion. The finest in InterAIM science was about to be unleashed.

    From behind the aforementioned half-ajar door with the red glow there came a rumbling.

    And from behind that door emerged?

    A ray gun.

    This would?ve been anticlimactic had it not fired straight down the hallway, narrowly missing Mary Amuro, whereupon it collided with one of the Manhunter units.

    And then in a fashion that could only be described as typical Saturday morning, the Manhunter began to change.

    Dramatically.

    Soon it was the size of the room. It punched through the ceiling with ease. And it kept on growing. Its features began to shift ? hands became claws, legs became many legs, robotic features gave way to organic shapes. The light of the apparently setting sun finally revealed the monster?s form.

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    So that happened.

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    London, England
    July 10, 3 PM

    Victor von Doom hovered in the air behind his mindless legions, which continued to swarm Magneto. His arms were crossed, his gaze honed on the action as it unfolded. Observation was key, now. He did not expect his legions to triumph. But data ? data would be essential. ?A noble cause ? do not think that Doom has not known the sting of oppression. But that is precisely why our leadership would be so vital.?

    He looked at the yellow ring that adorned his right hand. How tempting it would be to unleash its full power ? and yet, what meaning would there be in a hollow victory? Doom needed this alliance if he hoped to curry the favor of the mutant population ? and such a victory had to be won in/>
  24. spycoder9 Force Ghost

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    Jul 23, 2008
    star 4
    Aquaman
    Indian Ocean


    Thomas Curry watched with grim amusement as the gruff pirates descended into chaos. They leaped off the sides of the boat. Their horrified screams echoed those of the men they had slaughtered for all of the loot. Thomas aimed his gun at one man and let the bullets fly as he sprung off the side. He nicked his arm, and blood spurted into the water. Thomas closed his eyes as he remembered the sharks he had spoken to. They would come and finish off the men who chose to flee the ship. Foolish, foolish people. While he watched the panicky men, he momentarily forgot about the leader.

    Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. A growing shadow above him, blotting out the hot sun. Thomas looked up at the last second. He was forced to roll to the side in hopes of avoiding the hairy beast. The captain landed with ease. Fluidity. Ease. Those signs sent Thomas into a tizzy as he held up his gun.

    ?Perhaps I did not properly introduce myself. I am called Captain Majestic, King of the Pirates. I am what you white folks call a mutant.?

    Realization came only seconds before - POW!

    Thomas stumbled backwards. Stars danced in his eyes as he saw multiple versions of the same man.

    ?Stupidity. . .on my part, I will admit.? After falling back to the edge of the ship, he smiled at the captain. Blood ran down from his nose to his lips. He licked it off. ?Fine, Cappin?. Shall we take this to. . .my playground?? With that, Thomas Curry, or Aquaman, did a flip off the edge. Cackling with laughter, he fell down into the water, holding on the machine gun tight As he fell, he squeezed the trigger tight, aiming at the wooden boards that made up the ship.

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    As he splashed into the water, he sunk down several feet. He popped out of the water and bobbed on the surface. ?Is the legendary King of Pirates afraid to follow me into the water? Afraid he might drown?" Thomas knew he had to entice the man into the water. Only there would he have the chance of victory.


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  25. Ktala Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 7, 2002
    star 6
    Mary Amuro
    Someplace bad, and looking for a way out, Manhunter Base, ????

    Mary ran out of the place where all the explosions and madness were going on, slipping through the doorway that had been so expertly exploded and torn open. Those superhero types were CRAZY!!! With all that power flying through the air, Mary simply wanted to be gone. She could not stand up to anything of that nature, and decided to take her chances down the hallway. Pauly had come this way, so perhaps it would lead to a way out.

    Past the door was a long narrow, poorly lit corridor. It was very grey. At the end of the hallway a half-ajar door revealed an odd red glow. Mary froze for a moment. Generally, red glowing things did not mean anything good. After all, thats what that silly monitor had been doing earlier. She wondered if this was connected. She could still hear explosions and other sounds of destruction coming from behind her, so she began to cautiously move forward.

    From behind the half-ajar door with the red glow there came a rumbling. Mary immediately went invisible, as there was no place to hide here. And from behind that door emerged some very strange looking weapon.

    Course, that would not have been much to note, except it suddenly fired straight down the hallway, narrowly missing Mary, who slammed herself against the wall with a barely contained screech. THIS WHOLE PLACE IS NUTS!!! She noticed that the beam collided with one of the funky Manhunter robot units thingies. She expected it to go boom.

    It didnt.

    The Manhunter began to change. No. THAT was an understatement. It MUTATED. First it began to grow. Mary clamped both her hands over her mouth to keep from uttering any sounds as it began to change. Soon it wasnt a robot. It was something else. It kept growing, while its features began to shift ? hands became claws, legs became many legs, robotic features gave way to organic shapes. It became a mad scientists dream, and looking like something that crawled it way from a DOOM game.

    SHE HATED THAT GAME.

    'I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!' she thought to herself, as she forced herself to move, trying not to shake like mad. This was far too intense than anything she had every done before.

    Mary began to move silently, hoping that there was no robots or anything else behind the door that the strange ray gun had appeared from. Perhaps there was a way out that way. As she reached that doorway, she gave a peek in, looking around. If she didnt see anyone, she would let Pauly out, and ask him which way he had come from...once she was sure nothing else was in there. If there was a computer, perhaps she could shut off this demented machine. After all, if it turned another robot into THAT kinda thing, she didnt thing the other guys could handle it. She also looked for any other doorways, or something that might show a way out of this nightmare.

    After this, living on the streets would probably seem rather tame to her.


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