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Post by andyman on May 12, 2020 16:31:23 GMT -5
"I hope it's a coed lock-up," Flypaper says, emerging from the Hivarian ship dragging Madam Mayfly in a very sticky grappling hold. "There's also a very confused, powered down Ghost Rider in there. But I think he was under a spell or something." Flypaper then spots Agent Golem. "Hey Gollum, have you found that precious ring of yours yet?" Flypaper gets confused by pop culture sometimes.
Action 1: 3 stones Close Combat (Wrestling) holding Madam Mayfly. Action 2: 0 stones Social Skills interacting with Agent Golem. (obviously zero)
Health: 6/6 Energy: 3/18
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Post by RidiculousNinja on May 13, 2020 2:08:49 GMT -5
Jake got very excited at seeing Iron Man, his personal hero and idol,as the ship came to dock with the tower in front of them.
Jakes always had issues with self confidence and the fact that Iron Man was a tech guy like him but big and popular made him feel like there was a chance that maybe he could be too. In reality though he's always been in the background on the team, Jack was the confident one but he only came out when he was in trouble.
Jake tried his best to keep up with Flypaper but tripped while getting off. His red nose fell off and rolled a lil and he had to scurry to get it. How did Jack manage to keep everything together doing all his stunts? Maybe he could talk him into a wardrobe change...
He finally caught up to the others and gave Agent Golem a smile and nod. Mr. Iron Man was already walking his way inside? Was this his building?
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Post by Janus on May 14, 2020 16:44:54 GMT -5
"Syn plyazha!"
The disembodied voice echoed in the aftermath of Stormcrows lightning strike.
"I swear to god Raijin, if you do that one more time!"
Stormcrows pranks were a constant source of annoyance during their long trip but he had at least broken the tension.
After years of searching Evka finally had a lead. She probably shouldn't be surprised where her search had led her. Why would Baba Yaga have one hand of vengeance when she could have two? But none the less it shocked her that the old Hag had kept them apart.
Or perhaps Ivan had lied, if so she would have to find something even more unpleasant to do to him. But if not what did it mean? What had Katerina become?
She floated down and reappeared as Wildfire dropped the Menace bonelessly onto the floor. She looked appraisingly at Agent Gollen and then at Tony Stark. He looked older, much older than the time they had been away would suggest.
Also now that she looked at it SHIELDS Helicarrier looked far more advanced than the one she had been briefed on by her KGB handlers.
How long had they been away? Could they have travelled through time as well as dimensions? Or was this in fact yet another wrong dimension? Had Ghost Trains sacrifice been in vain?
"What year is it?" She asked suspiciously.
Her posture changed subtly. Those who knew her would recognise it as her getting ready to move at the terrifying speeds she was famed for.
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Post by Dhark on May 17, 2020 10:31:56 GMT -5
Rajin does little save incline his jaw in acknowledgement of his deed. In so far as he was concerned, the only reason his strike hadn’t been a lethal one was because The Menace was unworthy of such a clean and honorable death. He should instead be made to understand better the depravities and sufferings he has inflicted upon others first hand.
That his companion took oath on some other God while also invoking his own name inspired a smirk.
He floated a few feet back and above the now roof-top talks. The appearance of Agent Golem, while specifically surprising, was hardly a shock. It would make sense for SHIELD to have someone knowledgeable in place and ready to intercede. The one called Fury was decidedly good at anticipating such needs and having precisely the right tool, or person, for such moments. It was an admirable, if borderline uncanny just how good he was at such strategies. The melting tensions, an upswing of camaraderie and understanding. A well chosen pawn indeed... possibly even an informative one given his latest announced credentials.
With patience, the Thunder God waited to hear what the Agent might yield in the way of an explanation.
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Post by dorkknight23 on May 18, 2020 7:51:22 GMT -5
“Honestly, I think if we were one of Loki’s or Amora’s little playsets things would be a lot more cut and dry,” Golem said frankly to Shimmer, “Probably save me a lot of paperwork too, I bet.” If he was a duplicate he was a very convincing one: usually Loki would put the minimal effort into his disguises beyond the appearances and would have given himself away at the first opportunity to amuse himself with the dramatic revelation. She couldn’t entirely rule out Amora, who would do even worse things and more elaborate things for even pettier reasons (and Shimmer couldn’t help what other the Asgardians used to say in comparison between them anyway).
As Wildfire helped defuse the situation, Golem lowered his hands and eased, “Thankfully, SHIELD’s security dispensation has grown quite a bit in response to a few events that have happened since you’ve been gone, and STAFF’s even more to fight the invisible wars we’ve been fighting. The Skrulls, the Serpent, the Chaos King, and that’s just scratching the surface. Never a dull moment, but you all know that firsthand... ” STAFF agents in custom Mandroid suits (made of what looked to be a blend of cold iron and silver; those with occult or arcane experience [OOC: I’m thinking primarily Infra-Red, Raijin, and Shimmer] thought they could spot some Asgardian runes, angelic/demonic letters, and Shinto sealing characters carved on a few pieces along with other arcane symbols from other traditions beyond their individual knowledge that suggested a sort of wide spectrum of enchantments) were going to restrain The Menace and the rest of The Revolution, including taking Mother Mayfly off of Flypaper’s sticky fingers.
“I see you remain about as well-versed on Earth culture, Flypaper,” Golem’s dry humor was only helped by his relative lack of affect and expression, “Last I checked it was in a place a little too hot for our handses to handles-es, yes? We’ll try and debrief the October Rider, intelligence suggests Menzikhov had his demonic half on loan from a mutual forked-tail acquaintance of ours, and enlisting the human host… one Grigor Boyanovich formerly of Leningrad...”
(Even in restraints, the Menace is screaming in the distance insistingly, “Stalingrad! Stalingrad! You pigs are not worthy to put Lenin’s name in your filthy mouths!”)
“...*sigh* Along with some of the usual suspects: codename Omega Red, codename El Mundo, Mayfly here reviving this ship off the Blue Area of the Moon is what got our attention, frankly...”
Johnny looked at Eva’s question of the year confusedly, “What do you mean? It’s 2020.” Any of the Guardians trying to remember fighting Onslaught distinctly remember it being 1996: Bill Clinton was President; there’s a large smouldering ad in Time Square for the movie Independence Day; etc.. Now though, the more you try to remember the event the more those details blur closer to 2016, you get a rush of memories about a man you never heard of before this moment named Barack Obama and the ads in Time Square now have the word Resurgence but otherwise look entirely identical. These memories don’t make sense and don’t fit with a lot of your other memories if you try to examine them too closely. Many of your memories of the past seem to imply a weirdly elastic period of activity in-between certain fixed points (Captain America’s unthawing, the death of Captain Marvel or of Jean Grey on the Blue Area of the moon, etc.)
“Stay focused, Torch,” Golem chided them even as he clutched his head, “They’ve been off-realm for some time. Probably some residual damage from traveling through dimensions. Speaking of, where’s Ghost Train? Can’t remember a time I gave you guys a debriefing on The Menace without him around.” Ghost Train had built the multidimensional Guardian-Line on Counter-Earth and sacrificed himself to launch it and the rest of the Guardians on their rather roundabout trip (seemingly) home.
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Post by andyman on May 18, 2020 15:06:16 GMT -5
Flypaper frowns. "Ghost Train's last train has left the station. And I know Johnny doesn't wear glasses, so it's not surprising that his vision is 20/20, but is it still 1996 or did we miss the Thing's New Year's Eve poker game again?"
On the last New Year's Eve Flypaper can remember, he was somehow amalgamated with a guy named the Blue Beetle into a hero called The Blue Thylodrias. Thylodrias is a monotypic genus of beetles in the family Dermestidae containing the single species Thylodrias contractus, known commonly as the odd beetle and tissue paper beetle. This cross-universe misadventure is also where Flypaper got the idea of using a gun. Anyway, he missed the poker game run by Rocky of Challengers of the Fantastic, because The Blue Thylodrias was trapped in the Negative Phantom Zone by General Zodstaar the Living Bomb-Burst.
Health: 6/6 Energy: 9/18
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Post by Gris on May 19, 2020 4:09:12 GMT -5
As her teammates got there, Shimmer should have felt better, she always did. As weird as that could be, the Guardians had always been a source of calm for her. A steady ground to be on, despite how maddening their adventures could be. But this time it wasn't doing the trick, as Golem's calm words unveiled the truth and answered Evka's question, Shimmer felt unsteadier than ever. Eira barely heard the following words, nor did she register much Flypaper dealing with the information with a joke, as she just had one thing in mind.
"Father..." she muttered.
Olaf wasn't a young man when he first rescued that baby from the blizzard, and even if in Eira's eyes he would always be the same loving father, he was getting older and older while the girl turned into a woman. She wasn't mortal, not in that sense, but her father was already retired a few years before her disappearance. And now they were saying that twenty four years passed by? That not only meant he was gone, but also that she hadn't been there to say goodbye.
She wasn't going to cry, even if it took all she got she wasn't going to crumble there. Ghost Train was gone, her father was gone, she had failed properly bringing the Guardians home and now they had been missing for decades. She would atone for that, she would cry like she never did, she would curse the skies for her fate, but not there.
Eira's right arm trembled a bit, letting her sword vanish from her numb grip, she had clearly been grasping it too strongly.
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Post by Janus on May 20, 2020 5:24:13 GMT -5
Eva grinned at the wailing sounds of the Menace. Petty revenge it might be, but it was revenge none the less.
Which was when reality decided it wanted to add them to its own particular brand of conformity. She shook her head as if trying to clear it.
Twenty four years, it had been twenty four years. This reality was trying to rewrite itself in her mind, but that didn't mean she had to put up with it. The old hag's gifts not withstanding, Evka was just plain stubborn and had faced off against better realities than this one.
"Ugh, this is what I hate about dimensional travel. Reality always try to make you fit."
She moved to stand next to Wildfire, her hand slipping gently around his arm.
"And this is Earth 616, yes?" She said to Agent Golem.
If it wasn't they would need to find a way to move on.
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Post by Black Sam on May 20, 2020 16:24:43 GMT -5
Jim listened, but the more he listened, the less he wanted to hear.
2020? That was...the future...
As other memories pushed their way into his thoughts, Eva's words called him back, grounding him:
"Ugh, this is what I hate about dimensional travel. Reality always try to make you fit."
He took her hand when their arms met and squeezed it desperately. He saw Shimmer go pale. His heart thumped heavily in his chest, but he swallowed it down.
"Ghost Train...didn't make it," he repeated what Flypaper had just said, partly because he just remembered hearing it out loud and partly to distract attention from Shimmer. She wouldn't want people looking at her like that. "I'm in charge until Raijin pulls his head out and steps up. We – we need some time to process this. Regroup. I'm afraid we didn't plan much past getting home...I don't suppose our HQ is still around..."
His thoughts trailed off again. It was too surreal.
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Post by RidiculousNinja on May 20, 2020 17:17:41 GMT -5
2020... he understood how the others felt.. but he was least affected. Having long ago given up on friends and family less the clown decided criminals weren't enough. His toy shop however... he needed a place he could invent. To focus. Hopefully the base was still operational like Jim brought up. He saw the downed look on everyone's faces.. well except Flypaper. Though he never really opened dialog most of the time.. he was in fact a great listener. Shimmer had her father and the rest of the Guardians all had friends they hung out with... some who may be gone forever.
He felt for them. He wanted to place his hand on Shimmers shoulder. Let her know she wasn't alone.. but she probably wouldn't like him near. The psychotic one. While he was thinking the memories were flooding into his mind. He held firm though. It was probably just their minds processing the return converging with the news from Golem. He'll trust Jim. Whatever he decides to do.
For some reason he flinched back as the men in armor came in.a
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Post by Dhark on May 31, 2020 11:37:51 GMT -5
STORMCROW...The Serpent, The Chaos King...Raijin reeled, those two names taking the air from him in a rush he was unaccustomed to. He whispered a single word then, the name of his greatest adversary. He turned, took a staggering step towards Shimmer on the verge of barking a command... but he stopped. The names meant nothing to her, and he could intuit it was her attachments to her mortal life that had hit her in a similar fashion. Another’s supporting arm was suddenly was there for her, and Raijin bit his tongue when he saw her blade vanish. She was not up to helping. Raijin came from a culture steeped in slow, patient, methodical progress... his means of transcending the planes were significantly slower than the Norse Bifrost accordingly. Bereft her help... Looks like I’ll be taking the long way home.Bile raised in his throat unbidden. Two options remained. The Winding Way or via Onymodo. It boiled down to time. Time was potentially critical. Or already too late. He had to execute the fastest means at his disposal, no matter how distasteful. Without a word, Raijin took off at a run. At the roof’s edge his sandals took over, lifting him effortlessly into the sky. He adopted a lotus position, fingers working methodically in rote patterns as he span in circles and flew straight upwards; stormclouds gathering and funneling behind him. Though indiscernible from the rapidly growing distance, his voice hummed the mantra necessary to blend his own innate magicks with those of ancient Onymodo. Blue-white lightning coalesced around his body, mingling with ethereal lotus blossoms and then... within a few moments...he was gone. The weather dissipated almost immediately. ========================= ========================= H:05/05 E:12/12MODIFIERS: Extended-Life/Immortal, Healing Factor, Reflexive Dodge III, Toughness III EQUIPMENT: Oni Mask (MN3 Shapeshifting, Allspeak), Sandals of Flight (MN3), x2 Fulgurite Tonfa (MN1 each) ACTION 01: 03 Stones into Onymodo to traverse the realms to The Imperial Palace / Heaven. Requires panels of prep... ACTION 02: XX Stones into XXXXX H:05/05 E:09/12R:06
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Post by dorkknight23 on Jun 10, 2020 10:13:48 GMT -5
Agent Golem stiffens when Infra-Red references Earth-616 but flatly and simply answers her, “Yes.” If he has further information on the dimensional numbering system used by the Watchers and Captain Britain Corps (among others) he seems to possess the spymaster’s typical reluctant to reveal more than absolutely necessary, quickly changing the topic, “As to Guardians-Station, it had been left in our care per Ghost Train’s requests to Nick Fury. Most of the files have it as a ‘decommissioned supply facility’ although that appears to be a classification issue. Everything should be there as you left it if a bit dustier. We can reconvene there.” Stark rolled his eyes, “No, please, stay. I’ll have JARVIS set out the cocktail weenies.” “Now preparing hoers d'oeuvres...” “JARVIS, no! Recalibrate sarcasm parameters!” ********* While Thor would extol the virtues of Asgard’s Nine Realms and Hercules the heights of Olympus, Raijin knew it deeply shameful to show outsiders the depths of his pride in Amaterasu’s shining realm of Takamagahara. In the storm of chaos around them the deities of the island had formed a tightly-bound coalition that had shielded them from conquest time and time again. Raijin was reminded of when the Mongols came, when he and Fujin blew off the great Khan’s celestial emissaries along with their own divine wind, and later when the Americans came and he could not fight off the oncoming rush of the mushroom cloud. Yet still they endured, shone brighter than ever before, and there was a timeless quality that remained untouched by the horrors Raijin had seen outside its walls. But the gods of Japan were no island, borrowing heavily on the local cultures and making them their own, just as they adopted Raijin and his brother Fujin and made them their own local thunderers, any number of lesser immortals, through the right mix of ambition and skill and deference to Amaterasu’s court could one climb the ranks. Inari had been perhaps the only yokai to climb the ranks faster than Fujin and Raijin had among the Amatsu-Kami, the androgynous Firefox appeared before the Stormcrow surrounded by two of their attendants, two pure white foxes with fiery-tipped twin-tails. They jumped from his shoulders and ran around the walls of the garden, yelping and barking in concern. (<>* Very loosely translated from Japanese - DK.) “<My Lord! This oni reeks of foreigners! Must we bite one who reeks so of filth? I will do so if ordered, Master!>” one of the foxes yelps while staring straight at Raijin, speaking of him without addressing him directly. “<Bow your head!>” the other growls and speaks directly to him, “<Show proper respect! You stand in the presence of My Lord Inari no Mikoto-sama, Demon!>” Inari chuckles, lifting their sleeve to their lips, “<This is the great Lord Raijin you speak to in such a manner, trusted and beloved attendants. You show your master’s frailty in how little they instructed you on in such matters.>” “<Our apologies Lord!>” The foxes both drop down and begin bowing. “<Our greatest most sincerest apologies!>” “<You will offer these to Lord Raijin and then reflect on your own frailty.>” The foxes immediately turned and dropped, “<Lord Raijin! We are ignorant kitsune from the mountains! We have yet to grow our third tails! Please forgive us!>” “<Please forgive us! Please!>” They sobbed and groveled. “<Enough! You grow tiresome! Leave us!>” Inari addressed Raijin as they sulked away in bursts of blue-white fire, “<Why is it your return always heralds disaster, Stormcrow?>” ******** OOC: 4 LOE for the issue break. This scene (and the other Guardians part to play in it) is going to further unfold in Guardians #2: Gods, Heroes, and Monsters.
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