EARTH'S MIGHTYEST HEROES [x] roleplay

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    "And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth's mightiest heroes and heroines found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, the Avengers were born—to fight the foes no single super hero could withstand! Through the years, their roster has prospered, changing many times, their glory has never been denied! Heed the call, then—for now, the Avengers Assemble!"




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    Fury stood in the middle of the Helicarrier's conference room surrounded by Earth's Mightiest Heroes - the Avengers. The topic of today's discussion was the news of a new threat to Earth; The Dreug. There was little information on the alien race save the few videos and witnesses, and some educated guessed by some of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most qualified scientists. However, there was news of a mass sighting in a rural area of Iceland, and the creatures were destroying everything in their path.




    The mission was to go break up the group of Dreug and terminate them, while finding out as much information as possible. Of course, the group was larger than they were prepared for, and that meant they'd need to call for backup. Not something that had happened in a while, but also not unheard of. That was the first half of the plan.




    A small group would go round up some of the mutants living in or around New York and bribe them into helping the Avenger's cause, no strings attached. The others would head on to Iceland and begin the counter attack, waiting for the arrival of the other group. Of course, it wasn't a perfect plan, but it was the best they could do in the circumstances. "Be careful out there. We don't need to lose anyone today, is that understood?" Fury finished, looking to his team of superhumans.




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    [okay guys.
    so those of you who want to fight with the avengers but aren't avengers right now, just post something about being near New York or something, so group 1 can come get you and bring you to Iceland.
    this is so awful I'm so sorry I should never have done this but I had no idea how to start us.
    those of you who are fighting, just wait a few posts until group 1 leaves and then we'll say we're in Iceland and we can fight
    and those of you who want to be in Iceland getting attacked or whatever, just do what you gotta do
    goodnight folks, its 12:27 here so I'm gonna just stop here.]




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    Trackety!
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    He felt sluggish.
    Charles was currently in a bar in the heart of new York. Sipping on scotch as his eyes scanned the crowd to people watch..and of course, listen in on their inner speech. His brows furrowed as he focused in on a certain lady. That gal there was talking to mr.macho, but she really wanted to be talking to that red head. His eyes followed the girls line of site to the busty red-head sitting alone at a table.


    He chuckled into his drink as he watched a jittery man wave his hands around feverishly as a blonde dane ran her hand up his thigh. He thought she was really in to him, but she really just wanted his wallet. Tired of his own old game he tossed the rest of his scotch back and threw down two twenties on the counter top. He spun and hopped down from his seat at the bars front. Maybe it was time he'd headed back.


    //sorry for crappy post I didn't know how to start
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    train tracks.


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    Thor, as always, didn't bother to take the annoyance out of his stride. Less than three Midgardian days had passed and he was needed there, his set visit of a Midgardian week cut short. The interruption was not the cause of his annoyance, though, he much anticipated seeing his human friends again. His father has made his nostrils flare, is footsteps stomp, and his hand swinging Mjolnir with little care over the amplitude of its swing. Odin has become harsh, his temperament somehow shorter, and he lost patient with everyone much quicker now. Thor first passed off the changes as symptoms of grief over Frigga's death, and that was likely still the case, but he continued to worry that his father's age might increase the aggressive reactions.


    He ceased the reckless swings of Mjolnir as he walked into the Bifrost where Heimdall had already begun raising the energy to send Thor away. Another worrying sign; Heimdall had been the one to warn him of the increasing threat of a foreign presence on Midgard instead of his father. The reminder caused Thor to say, "Please keep close watch over Odin," which Heimdall answered with a nod before activating Thor's short journey.

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    One thing that is not fun? Getting shoved out of a pub for speaking really bad Icelandic, stumbling right onto a cop who wants to know why you're holding a knife, then, when you're driving to the police station [look, it was a really bad idea to get drunk that morning] have a huge gigantic un-fun truck collide. I wasn't in cuffs and I saw it--in time to nearly swallow my tongue in shock, then plunge the dagger-like knife into my chest. I'm used to that sort of pain by now--though each time it's fresh, and because my aim has been quite perfected, my muscles worked up enough to fulfill the blow, it's only a second of my choking before I'm...gone.




    Later...I don't know how long. When my eyelids flutter open, I realize I'm not in the car anymore. I see it. Over...there. On it's back. I don't move just yet--it's always best to be still until you get your bearings. A truck. It'd hit us--I remember that, and judging from the blood...oh, sh.t. My stomach turns. No more mister bad cop...I'm not the only one on the ground, either--and as I continue to heal, wake up fully, I begin to see them.
    What the fuck are they.
    Aliens? Monsters? To be honest, I think I should just stay dead--but that's when I see one close--really. really. Close.
    My breath catches--and it turns. Oh, fuck. Scrambling back up, I begin to run, my breath coming quick and--Oh god dammit I'm still drunk--the ground is practically swaying beneath my feet and I can't stand right.
    And...it's coming after me.







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    I've seen what you truly are

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    Thor landed... better than previous occurrences. His ability to assess his surroundings and plan a smooth land has improved, something he would be grateful for if not for the milieu he found himself in. He had hit something on his way down the troposphere, a block of something he equated the harshness of to the Man of Iron -whom he has been told to call 'Tony'- ramming into his side. It was more known, though, much closer to the various walls he had been slammed into when fighting Bruce Banner. Looking above him immediately after balancing himself, there was nothing to see, alike the flying transport the Avengers have used before. A small movement of his head and he spotted the shift, spotting where the creation must be.


    Sounds of war tugged his focus, shouting and murmurs surrounding him. He adjusted his grip on Mjolnir as he spotted the approaching creatures, as Heimdall had informed him. About to swing his weapon, a dashing sight crossed his peripheral vision, and he turned his head. One of the creatures was chasing after someone he suspected to be human, with black hair and flesh-like skin, a solid build yet not of Asgardian standard. Red covered some of his shirt, an alarming sight as he had now seen many injuries of Midgardians, the excreted liquid red and flowing at various degrees, not far from Asgardian reactions.


    The man must need assistance, and that was Thor's intention however he might give it. Therefore, without further consideration, Thor swung Mjolnir several times while running toward the human. Once close enough, he jumped to the human's side, extending an arm to wrap around any part of his torso it might end up on, and ceased the revolutions with Mjolnir pointing to the sky, aiming at a diagonal path to just above the helicarrier.


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    [shadow=red,left]And I've never turned away[/shadow]

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    track :D


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    #ashesofneverland

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    I came to a halt as I assessed the scene. Further away, to the other side of the aliens, I spotted Thor. He seemed to have just saved someone. I watched as he rose to the sky, a man in his grip. I didn't waste another second watching the God fly towards the hellicarrier with help from his hammer. Mjolnir, I think was its name.


    I didn't really know the other avengers all to well still, I had been trying to avoid getting to know them all. I still felt guilty for when we tried to attack them. And by we, I meant me and my sister, Wanda. Scarlett Witch, known to most. I spent most of my time with my sister, looking after her. I was older than her. Older by around twelve seconds, but older than her so I always took the big brother role. It's not my fault I'm the way I am, my sister was the person I always took care of no matter what.


    Glancing about the bunch of aliens, I set off at a high speed. I rushed past aliens, holding out a fist to hit them as I went past. This caused a few to get knocked to the ground, confused by what hit them. I began to create a zig zag motion as I went through several creatures, knocking them to the ground or sending them flying a few feet. I had to stop though, after a few minutes of doing this, and had to catch my breath behind a tree. Despite the fact I was one of the fastest people in the world, I needed to catch my breath.


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    I closed my eyes as fury finished speaking, breathing in and out in big breaths. It had been a while since if last had to go green, and I wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Since the last big attack, I'd mostly been helping the avengers behind the scenes, working in the labs (and cooking the food), because it wasn't worth the damage costs of the threat could be easily handled by just a few agents. I'd been stupid if I thought that it would last.


    Usually, I'd wait for the 'code green' call, but by the looks of it, it was bad enough that the other guy would be needed off the bat. I stepped outside - the helivarrier had landed in a clearing - and walked down to the earth, making sure the aliens were in sight He'd need a clear enemy for this to work out. Taking a deep breath, I uncaged the beast.


    It felt a little like drowning. I was being pulled under, my muscles burning, my thoughts clouded. At least it was quicker when I did it myself. And it hurt less. Within seconds the man known as Bruce Banner was gone and a giant green monster stood in his place.


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    Hulk roared, pounding at the ground and whipping his head around. Bad guys. Hulk smash bad guys. Hulk ran towards them. Hulk sees friends quicksilver and a goldilocks, and shot them a toothy grin. Hulk liked fighting with friends. Hulk grabbed the closest of the bad guys and threw them to the ground, growling, before running to tear apart the next victim.



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    [size=5pt](c) Deltro[/size]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt; font-family: modern regular; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; letter-spacing: 1pt; color: #000000]i can move mountains
    i can work miracle
    work a miracle
    i keep you like an oath
    may nothing but death do us part.    [/fancypost]


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    Amelia had spent her whole day in the park, She'd found herself drawing the beautiful scenery, animals and even people. She sighed and zipped up the jacket she was wearing as she stayed on the bench she'd found that was covered by a single tree, Meli smiled and began to draw the tree in all it's splendour and how the leaves looked, She crossed her legs on the bench and hummed a little tune before she decided she should probably make a move on home, and with that the rather tall girl stood up and placed her sketched pad gently into her rucksack which she then zipped up and swung over her shoulder. Amelia sighed and pulled her hair up into a messy high pony tail before she started a nice even pace jog.


    The blonde girl zipped in and out of the trees as she took a short cut through the grassy patches, She loved the serenity and silence of this place, It was truly beautiful, but soon that peacefulness was ruined by the city. Amelia sighed and left her nature paradise behind her as she made her way along the pavement. Amelia wasn't entirely sure what she was planning on doing but then she passed a bar, she smirked a little and walked in pushing the door open. She watched as a man sat there before jumping off the stools, She smiled at him. If it was socially acceptable to be a mutant I would have to walk so much She thought before giggling a little, she then walked passed and sat down at the bar throwing off her bag and taking her jacket off.


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    #ashesofneverland

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    Erik had been drifting for the better part of this year. Unsure of where to go, what to do, how to screw over the humans even more than he already had. He strode into a bar, feeling the need to indulge in a bit of drinking to help his thought process. Scotch helped him think up plans, but beer and other hard liquors just dumbed him down. So he sat down at the bar and swiftly ordered a scotch on the rocks.


    Taking in the area with a quick scan with his blue eyes, he froze for a moment upon seeing a familiar face. You've got to be shitting me, he thought as he turned to look at the man fully. Charles Xavier, the man he'd wronged only a year back. Had it really been just a year ago? It seemed like ages. After taking a long swig of the burning amber liquor in his translucent glass. "Charles Xavier," he said in a sure voice. He didn't add much expression to his tone, no not yet. He wanted to make sure that the guy wouldn't up and punch him in the gut after seeing him again for the first time in a while. "Fancy seeing you here, old friend."


    (Charles isn't paralyzed then, right??)
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#0A1B2A; border: none; width: 560px; height: 25px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; color: #e6e6e6; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: garamond; line-height: 25px; letter-spacing: 2px;]clint "hawkeye" barton - bows and arrows n' shit[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#0B243B; border: none; width: 560px; height: 290px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 10px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; border-right: 2px solid #0A1B2A; width: 215px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; background: url(http://38.media.tumblr.com/4b1…fpta06HV1sc0ffqo2_250.gif); float: left; margin-top: -10px][fancypost bgcolor=#0A1B2A; border: none; width: 2px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; float: left; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 2px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#0A1B2A; border: none; width: 5px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; float: left;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#0A1B2A; border: none; width: 2px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: 2px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#0A1B2A; border: none; width: 5px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; float: right;][/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#0A1B2A; border: none; width: 315px; height: 250px; padding: 15px; padding-left: 13px; float: right; overflow: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 250px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; text-align: justify]
    Clint had been quietly listening to Fury with his arms folded neatly over his chest. He nodded here and there just to prove that he was listening, but really he hadn't caught much of the briefing. What he understood was aliens... terminate.


    Clint headed into the fray, still staying back a bit as he needed a vantage point to shoot from. It wasn't that hand to hand combat wasn't successful for him, because he could certainly kick some ass, it was just that sniping with arrows seemed to be more beneficial for the group. Thor was here, already rescuing someone and Bruce had already hulked out. That left the others to join into the fight.


    (sorry this couldn't be longer, i was rushed)
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    [[No he can walk and he has powers so it doesn't really make sense but I don't want him to be handicapped but I kind of need his powers *cries*




    A few steps away from his bar seat and his name was drawled out almost monotonely. He froze in his place, furrowing his brows as he placed the voice in a few brief seconds. He had gotten to know it well but for some reason, he didn't find it pleasurable like he did before. No, it couldn't be him. It can't be him. He turned himself slowly, shifting from side to side as he locked eyes with the azure ones across from his.
    ''Erik.'' he said simply, his face twisting into a scowl despite himself. He stared him down for a moment. Although he briefly thought of it, he didn't access his mind like he wanted to.


    He was sure it'd be best to keep this simmered down, he looked around the bar and saw that no real attention was brought upon them. He lowered his head for a second, wanting nothing more than to leave. But he wouldn't be able to stop himself even if he tried. He walked back the few steps he had took and leaned against the bar top. Signaling the bartender over for what he had been drinking briefly before. ''Never did I expect to see you again, Old friend.'' he admitted dryly, receiving his drink he took a pull of it but never let his eyes leave Erik's.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 14px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: +2px; text-align: center;]"THE HIGHER I GET THE LOWER I SINK"[/fancypost]
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    In the distances the loud and insane roar was too be heard from where she stood. She could tell who was, as it was none other then the all and mighty beast, Hulk. Running the girl picked up her pace as she ripped some of the aliens apart, some she just flung to another side for then they couldn't bother her. Her steps where fast as she stopped for a second of two to catch her breathe. And soon the girl saw a male figure, who had dark hair, though he didn't seem to belong here to be honest. Watching for a few seconds she noticed that the man was going to fall soon. Running forward the girl stopped before reaching him as Thor had rushed over and grabbed the man and was now taking him to the helicarrier.


    Stopping for a second the girl bent over and put her hands on her knees to catch her breathe. Finally catching it a bit more the girl looked around to then see her brother. And he was taking a slight break to catch his breathe, but these aliens weren't holding up for him, they saw a weak person and they wanted to take him out now. Giving bit of a sweeping effect to her hands she knocked the aliens around her brother away. Running over to him she looked ready to fight off some more of these aliens. Looking over too Pietro, or better known as Quicksilver to the others. "You good?"[/fancypost]
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    //This probably sucks bad, but I'm just trying to get him involved.


    It was official: trouble always followed him everywhere. Logan had gone back to his drifter ways after spending a time as part of the X-Men and Iceland had just happened to be his next stop. He had just been in a bar, drinking and just minding his own business, when the sounds of fighting reached his ears. Of coarse the battle hadn't been close, as he'd faintly heard it with his heightened senses.


    This was how he found himself at the edge of a large clearing, watching what looked to be a group of mutants fighting a large mass of aliens. It took him a few moments to recognize that this group of mutants was a very specific group: the Avengers. He'd heard of them of coarse, but he had never met any of them in person. Logan had worked hard to stay off of their radar, as he hadn't wanted to be approached about joining anything.


    But he was about to reveal himself to them, because he had a very good reason: he never could resist a fight. After quickly surveying the area, he noticed a fairly large amount of the aliens going for two of the younger looking Avengers that appeared to be related. With an animalistic snarl, Logan unsheathed his metal claws and launched himself across the clearing. He landed right in the middle of the group and immediately started slashing at anything he could reach.


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    Holy shit--I knew it was a bad idea to drink. My steps take me blundering over a fire hydrant, and I fall--my hands scraping against concrete and my head hitting the metal with a--
    whoa....Blinking, I try to focus, but my mind is...going in circles, and there's blood, or something hot, on the back of my head as this creature steps towards me, and I try to stand, but...I don't feel good. Damn....
    But then I can see someone...a guy, in..some sort of costume. He's got a hammer, and running towards me--I manage to scramble to my feet, wobbling and blinking--what the hell--fear coursing through my veins, I'm about to run when he's jumped, got me--a strong, iron-like arm wrapping around my waist, I feel trapped, but then he's jumping and WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE IN THE SKY and I'm pushing at his arm--unbudging, I realize I'm safe from...the thing down there,but what's happening? I can't believe I hit my head. "Wait," I mumble, trying to get a response from him. Maybe he's Icelandic? Most people here speak English, but maybe he doesn't. "Bíddu? hver ert þú?" I ask, surprised how well these words come to my lips.
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