Blue Demon

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Look how happy they are!

EDIT: That should not have been that hard to do lol

@Lord Wraith

Used the wrong URL

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"Okay, This Looks Bad."

Then you get one only.

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

The Far, Far Past
Madripoor

Clint watched people run past him. But none of them were his target. He was had seen a photo of the woman and she was not in the crowd. Which meant she was getting away. He didn't need Coulson hissing it in his ear. Since his handler couldn't hear him anyways, Clint ignored in in favor of finding another entrance to the ballroom.

Clint turned another corner to find the next door to the ballroom wide open. He cursed under his breath as he slowed to a stop. Then he bends down. There's a small drop of blood on the floor and a few smears on the door. Clint was sure if he looked inside the ballroom there'd be more.

"Messy. Messy." Clint tisked. He straightened back up and took a moment to look around. Sadly it wasn't like the movies. There was no trail of blood anywhere. Clint knew it wouldn't be that easy. He just had to choose the right direction to find her. Without considering the seconds he already wasted he picked the way he knew lead to outside the fastest. He just hoped Coulson's eyes in the sky would be enough to get another bead on her before she escaped.

"Widow sighted on the east corner." Coulson's voice came over the comms as Clint finally made it outside. The archer used the door he just opened to abruptly change his direction. His breath was coming in long controlled breaths. He was nowhere near winded. But if the chase went on all night with him running...

Clint really wanted this night to be over already. Still, he raised his bow as he spotted a woman running. He drew back the string and released. The arrow sailed true.

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The more recent Past
Some warehouse in Texas

Clint was testing the tension in his bow when Nat's voice came over the comms. So much for radio silence. He didn't spare a thought for her words. Nat was always self sacrificing. Something to do about making up for the things she had done in the past. She drove herself too hard. And somewhere deep inside she still expected to be abandoned. It's far easier to justify when she initiated it. But Clint would never leave his partner in the lurch.

He drew his bow fully and shifted position until he could see Nat. She was facing down men in suits.

Fuck. Where did they come from? Clint thought in horror. He released his arrow right into the group of them. A grey smoke cloud billowed out, hopefully giving Nat the edge she needed until he could pick off a few.

He already had another arrow nocked against the bow string before the first arrow even hit the ground. He pulled back the string and aimed. He exhaled and his fingers loosed their grip. That was when he felt something his him between his shoulder blades. Hard.

Clint pitched forward. His arrow going wild. He kept a hold of his bow and swung it around. It didn't hit anything. Clint allowed the force of the swing to turn him around and found the catwalk empty. His sharp eyes didn't see any movement either.

As the archer slowed to a stop there was another impact on his back. This time it took him to the floor of the catwalk. The weight felt familiar. Nearly like Natasha's when they spared and she got him from behind.

"Should have run when you had the chance." A woman's voice hissed him his ear.

"Take your own advice." Clint hissed back, no longer worried about giving away his position. They were making enough noise to raise the dead. He allowed his words to be used as a distraction. Nat had taught him more than this woman realized. He was able to control his fall and use it to his advantage.

The woman pressed something to his neck, but Clint was already rolling them over. There was a small line of fire as they rolled, but it wasn't major. Just a scratch. It would be bad if it was poisoned though. His free hand reached over to his quiver even as he felt the woman try to regain her element of surprise.

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The Present
Libson, Portugal

Clint clutched at the Oh Shit bar as he was unceremoniously forced to the side. The screeching of tires made the archer wince. There was no sense in maintaining stealth. Not after their outside gun battle and the grenade.

"Couldn't have made that turn any tighter could you?" Clint asked when he finally felt safe enough to release his death grip. "I'm not sure, but I feel like Astronauts had less Gs on them on reentry.

"Anyways." Clint plowed on. "You better make me a nice funeral. Make Stark foot the bill. It's his fault I'm here anyways."

Clint pulled out a small Stark tablet and poked at it. He plugged in a set of head phones and put the other end to his ear. He hissed in frustration and pulled out the buds.

"Static. We're not receiving anymore." They'd be driving up to Yuri's blind. They wouldn't even know if his squad of Goons had lived. This was a complete and total mess. And he was going to harass Stark about it endlessly. And Nat too. Just because he could. Laura wouldn't let him complain to her after all.

"You know." Clint began with a mischievous tone to his voice. "This reminds me a little of Stalingrad." He smirked at her. "You me and that bottle of Vodka. Of course," He paused. "I cant really remember what happened next. But I'm sure I was awesome."

The two assassins were nearing Yuri's place thanks for Nat's breakneck speed. All too soon they'll learn Yuri's fate. And what they'd have to do next. Stark was lucky they liked him. Spending all this effort. Clint commented on that aloud to Natasha also. Babbling along, not really caring if she would answer anything. It was hard to tell with Nat when she was in her Black Widow mode if she'd try to clock him for talking to much, or join in. Or even somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

Well, finally finished up the first set. Do you want to wait for it so you get all three at once? Or do you want it now? Because I've been battling a headache all day and I'm probably not going to get the other two parts done before I retire.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Poison Ivy

Pamela Lillian Isley

a.k.a. Poison Ivy

Alignment: Neutral (ish)

Affiliation: None.

History:

Pamela was born into wealth. Her parents were absent at best. As a child she was raised by a series of different caretakers. She still vividly remembers her childhood home. It was a great sprawling home punctuated by silence and an absence of life. It was very sterile and there was an acute lack of greenery. Outside was a different story.

In the back there was a great garden. For her parents it must have been a status symbol, but for Pamela it was her haven. She spent many hours playing there. Her best friends were the plants. Not any of the children from school. They only wanted her for her money. Pamela had learned early on how to fake it with her friends. They called each other names with smiles and subtly stabbed them in the back. All of her human relationships could more accurately be described as toxic.

When it came time for Pamela to go to university in Seattle. Her major was Botany. During her Uni years she began a love affair with her professor, Dr. Jason Woodrue. Jason easily seduced Pamela. The young woman had never been seriously courted nor had someone love her for her brains. Or so she thought. Her professor convinced her to help her on an experiment he was working on. Eager to please, she agreed. Pamela was only nineteen.

Unknown to her Woodrue was trying to copy what would be later termed mutant powers. While under the pretense of having Pamela run a test Jason injected the young woman with poisons and toxins. The concoction was enough to kill her many times over. Jason, after seeing her die, panics and flees the scene. However Pamela didn't die fully. There was dead and then there was dead.

One of the other students going to the university later found Pamela and called 911. She was rushed to the hospital and remained there for the next six months. The hospital records from the time showed that Pamela died twice more. Making the death toll three times.

Altered from her experiences the young girl only felt hate for Jason. Pamela was also no longer a timid, shy girl anymore. She became very cold and unfeeling towards people. After Pamela was released she went back to school and hunted down James. However the professor no longer worked at the university. Angry and upset she accidentally caused the administration building to be encompassed by plants. Vines grew up the walls and trees ripped through the floor.

Panicked, Pamela fled the school. She never returned to Seattle. Nor has she ever gotten her degree.

Pamela ended up travelling the world and found herself adrift. Without any motivations she wasn't sure what she was going to do with her life. She practiced her powers and became more and more connected with plants. She found herself caring less and less for those people around her. They couldn't see that they were poisoning the environment. Killing it with their greed and avarice.

While she was backpacking across Europe she came across a major eco-disaster. A local major plant had been dumping toxic waste. A local eco group was there protesting. The sight gave Pamela purpose. It was like a ray of sunlight on her withered leaves. She had to save the world from people.

Pamela took up the moniker Poison Ivy and became an Eco-terrorist. She had seen that the conventional routes would never work. Only by fighting back could she make a difference. However despite this, she wasn't out to kill anyone. If they left her no other choice, she would. But it wasn't her goal. Nor did she seek wanton destruction.

Supporting Cast:

Dr. Jason Woodrue

Pamela's former professor. He claimes he's from another dimension populated by Dryads. He's obsessed with plants and using them to further his own desires. Mainly to take over the world. After his experiment on Pamela he began to experiment upon himself. He turned himself into The Floronic Man. Part Man part Plant. He also became able to mentally control plant life.

How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?:

My Ivy stays true to the core of the character. Though by stripping her of Gotham I also stripped her of most of her supporting cast. Which means Harley, Selena and the Birds of Prey. Because of this Ivy is more of a lone wolf. Which feels more accurate to me. After being used she doesn't value humanity. And she doesn't go out of her way to befriend anyone or become friends with anyone. She merely tolerates. However I am keeping her maternal side. Children are valued and even protected despite being human. This is a core part of Isley's identity. She seeks to protect innocence even though she lost hers.

Another major difference is that my Ivy is not a Dr. She never received her degree. Rather she is a self taught woman. She keeps up on all the latest developments in Botany. She could be a Dr. if she so desired, but no longer cares for the learning institutes of man.

Post References: See Signature below this for all my current RPs. They should satisfy this requirement.

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In all fairness, I think we've all missed Bounce.

@Lord Wraith

Can't say I've ever written with him/her.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Since I'm finally back at a computer.

Is there anyone who'll squawk if I do a Poison Ivy? (Mainly those who want to play Batman) I don't plan to tie her to Gotham in any specific way. :\

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I think I'm gonna bail on SG and go for a villain. Mwahahaha.

Are villains owned by their parent character? E.g. if you want to play Riddler you have to get the ok from the person playing Batman.

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

Set #1 Madripoor:
1. I assume there's some blood on Nat because of her shooting and killing people. Which, when she bashed open the door she'd leave some blood behind. But I don't want to, you know, force anything.

2. I'm not sure if Clint should catch up to Nat either inside or outside the building. (I know it has to happen some time... but yeah. It kind of seems to me that she made a get away... just not a clean one. And since she's trying to kill the people in the building, Clint knows she has to come back and stakes them out instead to ambush her.)

And I haven't started on the other sets yet. But I don't think it's going to be an issue. Just the first.

"Okay, This Looks Bad."

Hmmm... I feel like I'm wandering into the realm of godmoding. And it's making me feel icky. Haha.