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Count me in, boss man!
Love me a good team RP, I like your style! Having characters develop friendships, rivalries, etc as the RP progresses is something that interests me.
I'm interested, loving the concept you put together!
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If we're sticking strictly to the MCU, I'd say probably Captain America: The Winter Soldier and the first two seasons of Daredevil.

My favorite Marvel stuff, though, is outside the MCU. Spectacular Spider-Man, Avengers EMH, the Raimi movies (1 and 2 anyway), and plenty of various runs from the comics, particularly the late 70s through early 90s.


Earth's Mightest Heroes was the bomb, top 5 theme songs of all time right there!
Any post where Hobie interacts with his siblings is great! Makes me wish I had more than 1 sibling. Are his siblings just as lively in the comics or did you inject them with their personalities yourself? Also, good post, Half Pint, the fight scene was just the hit of action I needed! Morbius - 1, man made horrors beyond my comprehension - 0!

What's everyone's favorite MCU movie or series? Mine's Captain America: The First Avenger.

Detective Morrisey was leaning on his car when Elektra arrived at the address he gave her. A non-chalant expression adorned his face, but fidgeting hands gave away the distress he looked to be in. The cop she knew him for was never this nervous. What's more, he cut straight to the case when their eyes met, crossing the street and marching towards an abandoned factory. Elektra recognized it as Streit's Matzo, a long since closed down factory that produced unleavened flatbread for the Jewish community of New York City. Back when Elektra was employed by Kingpin, it was used as a stash spot for illicit goods. Morrisey ducked under a line of yellow police tape and held it up for Elektra to follow him through.

"Welcome to my world for the past 24 hours," The distraught detective finally uttered before opening the door.

The interior was as one would expect, dusty and gloomy with unused machinery everywhere. But the first thing Elektra's senses detected was the metallic stench of blood. The crime scene had been cleared of bodies, but the familiar scent seemed enhanced. Going off the sea of chalk outlines on the factory floor, it must have been a bloodbath.

"Two nights ago, we received reports of gunshots and screaming coming from this factory. When police arrived, the place was dead silent. Nothing but corpses greeted us. Armed corpses, a couple of known faces from our database. Kingpin's people."

Elektra took a few steps away from Morrisey to assess her surroundings. "They used the factory to store surplus guns and ammunition. It was a holdout in the case that there was a conflict and the docks were inaccessible." She stopped in front of a chalk outline surrounded with numbered markings for shell casings. "Was this a trade deal gone wrong?"

Morrissey returned to her side, offering her a stack of photos. "If only it were as simple as that. Take a look at the first few at the the top."

Upon examining the police's photography, Elektra's theory of a bloodbath took a whole new meaning. Elektra had seen many bodies in her life. Bodies torn apart by gunfire, shredded by knives, convulted into unnatural positions by falls. But she had never seen a corpse with its blood frozen in mid-air. One man's chest had been opened by a vertical slash, the blood pluming out like an ice sculpture. Another man's arm had been cut clean off, but the stump was encased in a layer of red ice. And a third laid on the ground, crimson hands futilely covering a stab wound. But the blood, and his body, looked as if they had been discovered in a walk-in freezer.

"Whoever these guys were fighting against was wielding a sword and the power to turn people into popsicles. Positions of the bodies indicates that only the Kingpin's men suffered casualties, so whoever did this was also an ambush artist. This wasn't a trade, it was a raid, but who would have the balls to move against the Kingpin?"

One obvious answer immediately jumped to Elektra's mind. "This looks like the work of The Hand." They were the only ones she knew who could execute an attack as efficiently as this armed with melee weaponry. The ice would be a new addition to their deadly arsenal. "Although, the last time I checked, The Hand and Kingpin had a truce."

Morrisey nodded his head in agreement. "They still do, or at least neither side has ever taken moves against the other. Everyone else thinks that this was The Hand's work, but I think there's more to the story. Which is where you come in. I was hoping I could grab some insights from you."

Elektra crossed her arms and closed her eyes, pondering his thoughts. More to the story? the heroine thought about the shadowy organization and their M.O. They're a ninja clan and a cult, who wish to spread their dark influence over the world. But why would a death cult need guns and ammunition? They had an entire horde of the undead to use as foot soldiers and assassins, so why would they be strapped for money? Currency was merely a means to an end for The Hand, they had no use for the trappings of wealth. Elektra faced Morrisey once more. "I agree with you, blaming this on The Hand is a bit too hasty. It's been some time since I've been embridled in New York's underworld, but if I look hard enough, I might find someone who has a clue."

For the first time since she had seen him today, Morrisey's expression lightened up a little. But as soon as it did, his eyebrows furrowed again. "When elephants fight, it's the grass that suffers. If this is the start of a war between Kingpin and whoever is strong enough to challenge him, then it's gonna be hell on the streets. We gotta deal with this fast, before he starts pointing fingers and retaliating. If you find anything, let me know ASAP."

Elektra took in his troubled disposition. This certainly was a serious matter, which was a good thing that he let her know about it. Already, Elektra was consulting her mental rolodex of names and their usual hangouts. "I'm on it," She declared, giving the area one last look before turning to the door and letting herself back outside. But as she took her first few steps back in the sun, something gave her pause. Despite the time of day and the sun's presence, a cold wind passed over her. It was as if a cloud of winter settled over her for a moment before moving on. Elektra hastened her steps and strode away from the factory, in the opposite direction of where the sudden cold came from.

...

Empty your mind. Let go of the knot of emotions. Release the tension in your forehead.

One bus ride later, Elektra was now at Marcus Garvey Park, sitting under a tree. Her trenchcoat laid neat folded next to her as she gave meditation another shot in a different location. It was her hope that the change in scenery would give her a better chance, despite the abundance of tourists and passerbys who patronized the park. Inhale, exhale, inhale...

*CRASH!*

The smashing of metal on a material equally as hard and the sound of glass shattering not only broke Elektra's focus, but prompted her predatory assassin instincts to kick in. She rose to her feet with a start, reaching for the sais holstered on her thighs. Brown eyes darted to and fro as she looked around herself for any signs of danger. As she turned in a fluid 180° motion, Elektra found the source of the sound, a fallen lamppost. Already, civilians were swarming to the area, curiosity getting the better of them. Some moved towards the lamppost, while others turned their attention to a particular tree. Still heavy cautious, Elektra began to creep towards the tree, still on the lookout for what could have caused the commotion. It was then that what prompted so many people to flock to the tree was visible. A woman was floating in mid-air under a tree, a cat with a quickly fading green glow in its eyes perched above her. Elektra jostled through the crowd so she could get to the front of everyone else. And considering she was wearing her costume, it wasn't too difficult of a task. She didn't recognize the woman, but by her ability to levitate, it looked to be like some sort of super-powered situation.

"I'm guessing you have the situation in hand up there?" Elektra inquired after spending a few seconds deciding on how to approach the situation.
Sorry for seemingly ghosting for a bit. I've been dealing with some miserable shit lately and, honestly, have done absolute shit all recreationally the last couple of weeks as a result. I'll see about getting that long-ago-promised Black Cat post up later tonight.

I know things have been a little slow here, but seems like people are sticking with this, which is great, so something should be coming down the pipeline for you all soon.


Sorry to hear that, brother. I hope whatever struggle you're going through is on its way out of your life.

And hell yeah, do I smell another team-up event on the horizon?


New York City was a net negative in Elektra's mind. The ex-assassin had a life's worth of bad memories related to the city. And the few good memories she could recall left heartache in their wake. Her time studying at Colombia, her relationship with Matt, being able to run into Papa's arms, it was all bittersweet. It had been years since Elektra was anything close to a normal girl. One that could appreciate the beauty in life, or allow herself to be happy. Years of disciplined living and rigorous training had created in her an aversion to joy. But there were still a few things that could elicit a positive reaction.

As Elektra leapt from rooftop to rooftop, she permitted herself to be lost in the moment. There was nothing but her, the bright blue sky, and the buildings that made up Manhattan's Lower East Side. New York City was a cesspool, yes, but the layout of the city's infrastructure was something unrivalled in any of the other cities she had conducted business in. Every turn, every jump, every obstacle joined together to form an open-air labyrinith ripe for traversing. Elektra dropped to the ground from a high jump and broke out into a roll before continuing to rush forward, vaulting over an AC unit. Her next obstacle was a ladder up ahead, so she jumped at it, grabbing on at the middle. Climbing the rest of the way up, she slowed down her pace temporarily to lay eyes on her destination: Mac and King's Dojo. Despite the existence of her father's generous trust fund and a glut of blood money from her wetwork days, Elektra subsisted on only what she needed to survive. But besides the bare necessities, Elektra had found a particular effort to become a patron of shortly after arriving in New York City.

The dojo wasn't much to look at on the outside. Located on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, the worn down and time eroded building fit right in with the rest of the economically challenged scenery. But details surrounding the exterior gave note to the care it received. There wasn't a single work of graffiti on the walls, nor litter on the sidewalk. And the small lawn that led to the front entrance was perfectly manicured. As Elektra reached the double doors that led inside, she couldn't help but notice how the rectangle of bright green grass contrasted greatly with the uncaring concrete jungle surrounding it. Despite everything around it, it continued to work at growing and thriving. Just like the dojo.

The training center had been open for half a year when it first entered Elektra's life. Former heavyweight boxer Mac Stewart and martial artist King Lau had come together to form the dojo as a way to teach the youth important self-defense skills and discipline, while also giving them a positive outlet for their energy. It also helped to keep them out of trouble around the rough neighborhood. Elektra had been out clearing her head among the borough's rooftops when she noticed some men outside the dojo putting on ski masks. Swooping down to confront the would-be robbers, she was confronted with the scene of two men wearing white gis standing over a heap of criminals while their young pupils stared in amazement. Originally intending to slip away in the aftermath of the handled situation, the duo caught her before she could depart. Their friendliness towards a complete stranger threw her off at first, but it eventually won her over. The chance meeting evolved into a friendship, and the more Elektra visited the dojo, the more she saw the impact it had on the community. Soon, she found herself assisting in its upkeep financially. She saw it as another way to atone for her past and to put her surplus of money to good use.

“One! Ha! Two! Ha!

Inside the dojo, Mac and King were leading a group of students in practicing palm strikes. The heroine took great care in not announcing her presence, watching her two friends conduct the exercise. She slinked through the door and gently pushed it shut behind her. It was only when Lau's slender but muscular form glanced to the side that she was detected. A wide smile, typical of the Chinese martial artist, replaced his focused gaze. The mountain that was Mac Stewart, perhaps noticing it in his peripheral vision, turned to where King was looking. His reaction was more subdued, but cheerful nonetheless.

"Alright, students!" He began, his booming voice filling the room. As if a spell was cast. all action ceased "Let's take five for now."

Amidst the group of children breaking their formation, Elektra strode towards Mac and King. The latter clasped his hands and eagerly greeted her. "Ah, our benefactress has arrived! It is good to see you."

"Lau, Mac," Elektra nodded in greeting to the men. "I came here as soon as I could. What did you want to talk about?"

"It's about the dojo," Mac began. Elektra reached into her trench coat and withdrew a checkbook, which prompted King and Mac to put their hands up. Elektra raised an eyebrow quizzically. If it wasn't financial assistance they needed, then what could they use her for?

King took on a more somber look. "Mac and I were just talking the other day about what you told us. About your quest."

Elektra knew that she couldn't keep secrets if she was going to start letting people into her life, so for the sake of transparency, she saw it best to make King and Mac aware of her past. What she thought would create a divide instead bolstered their friendship. The two were immediately supportive of her cause, which is what most likely lead to this meeting today.

"You told us that you were on a path of redemption, that you wanted to bring good into this world," Mac jumped in. "So we thought, why don't you give instructing at the dojo a try?"

The suggestion felt like it came from another universe, and Elektra's face reflected that. An ex-assassin, teaching young children martial arts. The thought would be so funny, if it wasn't the reality she was living in right now. "Hm...I, um..." She started before quickly shaking off her stupefaction. "I never thought of that. You would have me teach a lesson to the youth?"

King picked up on her doubt and returned to the front. "Take a moment to think about it. You took so much from the world as an assassin. This is an opportunity to give more back to the world, and form some connections."

Mac crossed his arms and gave a small smile "Besides, the students have been wondering who the mysterious lady in the trench coat is. The general consensus is that you're either my wife or King's. Is that the reputation you wanna carry around?"

Elektra was still deep in thought about the proposal, her facial expression hardened like that of a statue. Upon hearing Mac's attempt at a quip, she released a small chuckle to show that she wasn't taking offense to the mens' offer. It was merely a chance to interact with children and teach a skill she was very good at. Perhaps her reluctance stemmed from the discomfort of having to deal with such impressionable minds. Once more, Elektra nodded her head, contemplating their words. As she mulled it over, a familiar vibration began to emanate from her pocket. Grateful for the distraction, she pulled out her flip phone and examined the phone number. Just the man I needed to hear from, and not a moment too soon.

"I need to take this call," She stated, already turning towards the door to make her exit. But before she left, the woman momentarily turned around. "...Thank you, for the offer. I'll consider it."

The longer she worked at interacting with others, the greater her tolerance would become, but these days the ex-assassin felt like a few minutes was all she could bear before needing to release some energy. Once Elektra was outside, the phone was opened and the call answered. The breathless voice of Detective Morrisey pulsed its way into her ear, bringing an assignment and a much needed break from the mundame.

"Elektra, we need to talk. I'm sending you the address now. We've got a situation, and I think some old friends of yours are the ones to blame..."
Gonna try to Elektrapost tonight! Question time! If you could pick a second character to play, who would you go for? My pick would go to Hellcat.
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