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STATUS: Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating. 8 yrs ago
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Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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9 yrs ago
My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
9 yrs ago
How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
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The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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For all you know I'm handsome as hell. Let's keep it that way.
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That's the only way this situation could be resolved.
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It was nice knowing Sixgun and Wire.
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I'll leave Joe for now, can't see him wanting to help anymore than he already has.
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Hi-Voltage
Whelp, nae aw thon is very good news. Not that he had expected much else. Like it or not, today was a wake up call. The League had gotten nutted, metaphorically, by Legion. Sure, the good guys got some hits in, but the Lightning-Slinger was willing to bet no one was high fiving each other and celebrating the score at the end of this one. Polaris and God knows who else out, Bluegrass and others dead, Furious captured, it was all a big ol’ fuck you. On top of that Marconi’s family was captured, which meant the Legion/Outfit war was certainly gonna escalate. Sore as he was, all this meant the Lightning-Slinger couldn’t slow down, not for one minute. There was too much work to be done. He thanked the orderly before heading on out.
But wha tae dae first? Ah could find Sonja and tha others, touch base wi them, or Zenith an tha other foonders, see were they want me next. Decsions, decsions. Before that he had a more important job to do though, He had to see Apogee, check on how she was doing. Sure, she was probably in fine physical shape, but after everything that had gone down in the prison he knew she’d be hurting. First she got a kicking from the bad guys, grim to be introduced to your limitations for anyone but especially so for someone who until recently thought they were invincible. Then she’d taken a life for the first time, and he knew that was a hard road to walk. She might not know it, but she needed to talk that stuff out, before it ate her up. Maybe she wouldn’t want to know, but he’d let her know he’d be there if she needed him. So he asked for directions and went looking for America’s strongest girl.
Morningstar
Stalker went down just as Pariah called a close to the action. Morningstar darted in and grabbed the acrobat. She didn’t weigh much, and it was better taking her in than letting her stay out on the streets were she could prove further danger.
Legion’s base going up in smoke was a great end to the mission, a nice little message that told the criminal enterprise that The League meant business. It would make them think twice before pulling their next stunt.
They got back to the base and Pariah handed out new instructions. She was happy to find she’d be joining Sixgun in the field. Field work always beats desk work, the icing on the cake being the cowboy was just like her, a regular human in amongst all the craziness that was their lives in a super heroic world. It would be good working with him.
Better than it would be working with Vigilance to interrogate the prisoners anyway. Still, she had the job now and so she might as well get it over with. She turned to ask the zombie to help her, but he was already gone. With a sigh she turned back to her former mentors partner.
“Looks like its me and you then. Who do you want to work on first? I’d suggest Villa, from reports she seemed close to Bishop, might have some useful intelligence.”
Whelp, nae aw thon is very good news. Not that he had expected much else. Like it or not, today was a wake up call. The League had gotten nutted, metaphorically, by Legion. Sure, the good guys got some hits in, but the Lightning-Slinger was willing to bet no one was high fiving each other and celebrating the score at the end of this one. Polaris and God knows who else out, Bluegrass and others dead, Furious captured, it was all a big ol’ fuck you. On top of that Marconi’s family was captured, which meant the Legion/Outfit war was certainly gonna escalate. Sore as he was, all this meant the Lightning-Slinger couldn’t slow down, not for one minute. There was too much work to be done. He thanked the orderly before heading on out.
But wha tae dae first? Ah could find Sonja and tha others, touch base wi them, or Zenith an tha other foonders, see were they want me next. Decsions, decsions. Before that he had a more important job to do though, He had to see Apogee, check on how she was doing. Sure, she was probably in fine physical shape, but after everything that had gone down in the prison he knew she’d be hurting. First she got a kicking from the bad guys, grim to be introduced to your limitations for anyone but especially so for someone who until recently thought they were invincible. Then she’d taken a life for the first time, and he knew that was a hard road to walk. She might not know it, but she needed to talk that stuff out, before it ate her up. Maybe she wouldn’t want to know, but he’d let her know he’d be there if she needed him. So he asked for directions and went looking for America’s strongest girl.
Morningstar
Stalker went down just as Pariah called a close to the action. Morningstar darted in and grabbed the acrobat. She didn’t weigh much, and it was better taking her in than letting her stay out on the streets were she could prove further danger.
Legion’s base going up in smoke was a great end to the mission, a nice little message that told the criminal enterprise that The League meant business. It would make them think twice before pulling their next stunt.
They got back to the base and Pariah handed out new instructions. She was happy to find she’d be joining Sixgun in the field. Field work always beats desk work, the icing on the cake being the cowboy was just like her, a regular human in amongst all the craziness that was their lives in a super heroic world. It would be good working with him.
Better than it would be working with Vigilance to interrogate the prisoners anyway. Still, she had the job now and so she might as well get it over with. She turned to ask the zombie to help her, but he was already gone. With a sigh she turned back to her former mentors partner.
“Looks like its me and you then. Who do you want to work on first? I’d suggest Villa, from reports she seemed close to Bishop, might have some useful intelligence.”
Our Bro-mance is strong.
Its good to see how serious a threat every one is taking the bear. Really gives me hope for the tone of this RP.
Jonrik arrived first, pushing his pretty bride away before also trying to distract the bears attention. The ursine monstrosity turned it’s shaggy head towards the blacksmith, giving the Lokison ample space to retreat, an opportunity he didn’t take advantage of. Contrary to popular opinion Faen was no coward. Sure he was more likely to run from a fight than to actually stand his ground, or to let an insult slide than to face the man who said it blade to blade.
That didn’t make him a coward though, that made him a realist. His strength wasn’t in his body, it was in his mind. So what if he didn’t stand his ground, he’d just pick better ground that suited him more. So what if he didn’t avenge every slight blade to blade, a knife in the back works just as well as a sword in the front.
That and he was stubborn. To stubborn to let the other exiles face this thing alone. No, he wouldn’t run, he just wouldn’t throw himself on the damn things claws either.
Audrunar, Faen’s favourite meat shield, approached, clanging his axe upon his actual shield. Very noble, planning on taking the bear face to face eh? Any other day that’s a fight I’d pay to see, but I’m afraid what our furry friend will do to us once it gets a taste for man flesh. Still, the beast swung again, this time to face the warrior. Strange, Jonrik was just as tasty a target, yet it began to ignore him.
Erika came out of the bush then, hatchet in hand. Faen could help but think she would have been better of remaining in hiding. This is man business after all fair huntress. Be a good girl and pay attention to gender divides, go hide in the bushes and watch us brave men get our faces torn off. She began to argue with Audrunar, terrific to see that someone else found him hard to stomach, but while they bickered the bear stood transfixed, swaying it’s head as each spoke, as if paying attention to the argument. No, not the words, it was the sounds. That would explain why it ignored Alva in favour of me, or Jonrik in favour of Audrunar, it is attracted to sound. Now how to use that?
“I, for one, am sick of providing amusement for the Gods. Why do they deserve all the fun? Why don’t we stop trying to get ourselves killed and wok together!” The Lokison shouted at the group, the bear once more turning in his direction, a snarl working its way past its yellow teeth as it ambled towards him. “It’s distracted by sound. Spread out and make noise, keep him confused and wrong footed.”
Faen’s plan, such as it was, was to use his companions as decoys as he darted in to retrieve Erika’s buck. If they managed to keep the bear off him he would then drag the huntress’s trophy to the river, pushing it in to the torrents and hoping the current would drag the beast away, with the bear in hot pursuit of its free meal. Of course there was a lot to go wrong with that admittedly feeble idea, but it was all he had to work with.
Now just to hope they listen to me. Suppose there’s a first time for everything.
That didn’t make him a coward though, that made him a realist. His strength wasn’t in his body, it was in his mind. So what if he didn’t stand his ground, he’d just pick better ground that suited him more. So what if he didn’t avenge every slight blade to blade, a knife in the back works just as well as a sword in the front.
That and he was stubborn. To stubborn to let the other exiles face this thing alone. No, he wouldn’t run, he just wouldn’t throw himself on the damn things claws either.
Audrunar, Faen’s favourite meat shield, approached, clanging his axe upon his actual shield. Very noble, planning on taking the bear face to face eh? Any other day that’s a fight I’d pay to see, but I’m afraid what our furry friend will do to us once it gets a taste for man flesh. Still, the beast swung again, this time to face the warrior. Strange, Jonrik was just as tasty a target, yet it began to ignore him.
Erika came out of the bush then, hatchet in hand. Faen could help but think she would have been better of remaining in hiding. This is man business after all fair huntress. Be a good girl and pay attention to gender divides, go hide in the bushes and watch us brave men get our faces torn off. She began to argue with Audrunar, terrific to see that someone else found him hard to stomach, but while they bickered the bear stood transfixed, swaying it’s head as each spoke, as if paying attention to the argument. No, not the words, it was the sounds. That would explain why it ignored Alva in favour of me, or Jonrik in favour of Audrunar, it is attracted to sound. Now how to use that?
“I, for one, am sick of providing amusement for the Gods. Why do they deserve all the fun? Why don’t we stop trying to get ourselves killed and wok together!” The Lokison shouted at the group, the bear once more turning in his direction, a snarl working its way past its yellow teeth as it ambled towards him. “It’s distracted by sound. Spread out and make noise, keep him confused and wrong footed.”
Faen’s plan, such as it was, was to use his companions as decoys as he darted in to retrieve Erika’s buck. If they managed to keep the bear off him he would then drag the huntress’s trophy to the river, pushing it in to the torrents and hoping the current would drag the beast away, with the bear in hot pursuit of its free meal. Of course there was a lot to go wrong with that admittedly feeble idea, but it was all he had to work with.
Now just to hope they listen to me. Suppose there’s a first time for everything.
GreenGrenade said
WHO'S READY TO KICK SOME CYBORG BUTT?!Because I'm not... Hellfire's kinda sorta poisoned at the moment...
Don't worry buddy, we can be poisoned together.
Sorry about effectively disappearing folks. Wont happen again.
The Wolf was angry, and the reason was easy to discern. Foes that presented no challanenge were little better than no foes at all. Foe's was too high a term for this 'League of Shadows' though, prey was a better description for them, but even as prey they were lacking. The Wolf was left tense and uneasy, with no outlet to vent his rising emotions. He stalked the empty hallways of the census building, hoping to find more sport but knowing his searching was in vain. There was little left in this hollowed place save blood and pain. He though he scented the runt, the one the Man called Jinayah, at one point but then the smell was gone, to be swamped by the metallic stink of dead-mens blood. Even if she had been there she wouldn't have presented a challenge. The runt does not worry the Alpha.
The heat of battle was cooling now, and the Man was trying to wrest control back from the Wolf. Usually there would be more of a struggle for control, as the Man so rarely allowed the Wolf have its way, but the body was starting to hurt now, as adrenaline faded and left the muscles tired and weary, a feeling the Wolf didn't particularly care for. Let the Man deal with it, the beast decided, retreating back into the safe numbness of their shared subconscious.
Magnus came to the fore with a gasp, the first sensation upon regaining control of his body being pain, sharp and intense. His wounds had sealed, for the most part, but the agony went deeper than the skin. It was like a deep frost spreading in his muscles and organs, making him feel equal parts sluggish and dizzy. He'd never felt like this after a fight before, never had to deal with such a weakness. He staggered, falling to his knees with his hands thrown out to support himself. His right hand came down on something hard and solid, the blade of one of the assassins swords. The metal made a shallow cut in his palm. The Wolfman took a minute to compose himself before rising, the sharp pain of his cut hand retreating to become a dull ache. Then, as it was passing, his hand began to numb, just like the rest of his body.
Poison on the weapons, he realised with a start. Granny must have told the League about his ability to heal, so they had come prepared for him with a poison that would infect his system, wreaking havoc from within. He couldn't even tell if it was fatal or not. He couldn't think straight, thoughts confused and jumbled, but he had the sense that he was missing something, or maybe forgetting some important detail. Then it hit him. Gabe.
Gabe had been hit by the weapons too, struck with the same poisons, and if it was having his much of an effect on him then there was no telling what had happened to the pyromancer. He staggered to were he had last seen his brother, a sense of growing dread that threatened to swarm him until he scented Jinayah on the current. He didn't waste any time wondering on how she had known where to find them, not now will time was short, instead following in her path, as quick as his leaden limbs would allow him to move, only stopping to pick up one of the assassins weapons.
The heat of battle was cooling now, and the Man was trying to wrest control back from the Wolf. Usually there would be more of a struggle for control, as the Man so rarely allowed the Wolf have its way, but the body was starting to hurt now, as adrenaline faded and left the muscles tired and weary, a feeling the Wolf didn't particularly care for. Let the Man deal with it, the beast decided, retreating back into the safe numbness of their shared subconscious.
Magnus came to the fore with a gasp, the first sensation upon regaining control of his body being pain, sharp and intense. His wounds had sealed, for the most part, but the agony went deeper than the skin. It was like a deep frost spreading in his muscles and organs, making him feel equal parts sluggish and dizzy. He'd never felt like this after a fight before, never had to deal with such a weakness. He staggered, falling to his knees with his hands thrown out to support himself. His right hand came down on something hard and solid, the blade of one of the assassins swords. The metal made a shallow cut in his palm. The Wolfman took a minute to compose himself before rising, the sharp pain of his cut hand retreating to become a dull ache. Then, as it was passing, his hand began to numb, just like the rest of his body.
Poison on the weapons, he realised with a start. Granny must have told the League about his ability to heal, so they had come prepared for him with a poison that would infect his system, wreaking havoc from within. He couldn't even tell if it was fatal or not. He couldn't think straight, thoughts confused and jumbled, but he had the sense that he was missing something, or maybe forgetting some important detail. Then it hit him. Gabe.
Gabe had been hit by the weapons too, struck with the same poisons, and if it was having his much of an effect on him then there was no telling what had happened to the pyromancer. He staggered to were he had last seen his brother, a sense of growing dread that threatened to swarm him until he scented Jinayah on the current. He didn't waste any time wondering on how she had known where to find them, not now will time was short, instead following in her path, as quick as his leaden limbs would allow him to move, only stopping to pick up one of the assassins weapons.
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