James blinked in surprise for a second at this odd girl's demanding attitude and blunt responses. But, he'd been raised to be nothing if not polite and patient and he was sure she must have some reason for acting like this. Besides, she seemed pretty terribly lost from what he could tell and if he didn't at least try to help her now his conscience would be bugging him about it all day.
"Actually miss, I'm new in town but I happen to have this map of all the best restaurants here in the city. I was, erm, sort of planning on doing a tour of them while I was here, so if you need to find good food I guess I'm at your service."
He didn't think it would be a good thing to mention that she seemed lost. In fact he was pretty sure it would insult her. But it didn't seem right to leave her here all alone or to just give her the map since she seemed distracted before and if she misread it she'd wind up just as lost as before.
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So um, hope my first post was okay. I really like playing James. Also anyone have any ideas for what his Supranym should be in case I don't have him take over as Captain America?
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"Hmm...now where do I go from here?"
The blond, glasses-wearing teen with the guitar-case slung across his shoulder didn't seem to notice that he was talking to himself, instead staring intently at the sort of ultra-colorful annotated map of New York City that only a tourist would use. Despite never once taking his eyes off it though, he seemed to have no problem weaving through crowds and crossing busy streets full of people panicking at news of the breakout, all while talking to himself. If someone were able to see his map they would note that it was actually a guide to a multitude of locations throughout the five boroughs of New York City. Some of them had been crossed out and the map was obviously highly important and frustrating to the young man.
Yes after a year of traveling the world in search of his own identity and purpose while avoiding criminal organizations, the governments of multiple countries and several of the world's top superheroes, James B. Rogers, sole heir to the Super Soldier Serum and raised from infancy with the skills to be the perfect soldier and special agent, had come to New York City for just one reason.
A quest to find the best hamburger in the world.
A closer examination would show that the map's locations corresponded to every restaurant in the city that served burgers, with several of them crossed out and the word "HAMBURGERS???" scrawled at the top in bold, somewhat careless handwriting.
The breakouts and chaos were off of his radar, having only arrived in New York a short time ago and being focused much more on more innocent things. Besides, he was sworn off of superheroism until he decided whether or not that sort of thing was what he wanted with his life. Well, either that or until his parents or SHIELD caught up to him, but he'd been evading them and everybody else who knew him for a while now, and hopefully he'd at least achieve his goal before his cover was blown.
He was shaken out of his highly focused state when a car horn suddenly blared and someone shouted "J-jerk". At first he thought he might have gotten too distracted and made a mistake dodging traffic, but he soon saw that the real cause was a girl who'd been walking through the panic-filled streets at the same time with apparently less skill than himself. She seemed more than a little upset to him, and even though he was on a mission and had limited time to James there was really only one thing to do.
"Excuse me miss, is there any way I can help you?"
The blond, glasses-wearing teen with the guitar-case slung across his shoulder didn't seem to notice that he was talking to himself, instead staring intently at the sort of ultra-colorful annotated map of New York City that only a tourist would use. Despite never once taking his eyes off it though, he seemed to have no problem weaving through crowds and crossing busy streets full of people panicking at news of the breakout, all while talking to himself. If someone were able to see his map they would note that it was actually a guide to a multitude of locations throughout the five boroughs of New York City. Some of them had been crossed out and the map was obviously highly important and frustrating to the young man.
Yes after a year of traveling the world in search of his own identity and purpose while avoiding criminal organizations, the governments of multiple countries and several of the world's top superheroes, James B. Rogers, sole heir to the Super Soldier Serum and raised from infancy with the skills to be the perfect soldier and special agent, had come to New York City for just one reason.
A quest to find the best hamburger in the world.
A closer examination would show that the map's locations corresponded to every restaurant in the city that served burgers, with several of them crossed out and the word "HAMBURGERS???" scrawled at the top in bold, somewhat careless handwriting.
The breakouts and chaos were off of his radar, having only arrived in New York a short time ago and being focused much more on more innocent things. Besides, he was sworn off of superheroism until he decided whether or not that sort of thing was what he wanted with his life. Well, either that or until his parents or SHIELD caught up to him, but he'd been evading them and everybody else who knew him for a while now, and hopefully he'd at least achieve his goal before his cover was blown.
He was shaken out of his highly focused state when a car horn suddenly blared and someone shouted "J-jerk". At first he thought he might have gotten too distracted and made a mistake dodging traffic, but he soon saw that the real cause was a girl who'd been walking through the panic-filled streets at the same time with apparently less skill than himself. She seemed more than a little upset to him, and even though he was on a mission and had limited time to James there was really only one thing to do.
"Excuse me miss, is there any way I can help you?"
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I guess.
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As Rin said.
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Um, regardless of how inexperienced they are, a White Lantern's sheer variety and scope of powers, the fact that they could easily screw up any other lanterns in the setting just by existing and have a large amount of potential for abusing other Lantern characters, and the fact that they only exist in response to Blackest Night and to stop Black Lanterns all means a White Lantern seems pretty blatantly unacceptable not to mention they have no reason for existing in this setting seeing as Blackest Night is not part of the game ATM. While I know I should probably leave it up to the GM's to decide it ultimately, I feel like I at least have to say I'm extremely uncomfortable about a player PC-ing a White Lantern unless it's temporary and in response to an event and even then...yeah.
just thought it needed saying and will refrain from saying any more on the subject.
just thought it needed saying and will refrain from saying any more on the subject.
yeah. are people still here )=
Iron Fist was actually escorting Taskmaster out of the building since he had decided to re-schedule the would-be Titan's audition, telling him that given the chaos today had had so far it might be best to try another day. At least, that's what he was telling himself and Taskmaster, rather than that the sheer dread of having someone around who could effortlessly steal the martial arts secrets K'un-lun had entrusted every Iron Fist with for generations was influencing his actions.
Iron Fist nodded to Jason as the former boy-wonder passed him by. "It's always a pleasure to spar with someone trained by Batman." At least that was the truth. The Dark Knight's martial arts abilities were highly renowned even in the Seven Heavenly Cities, and Danny generally considered crossing paths with Batman or his proteges to be a treat. He hadn't happened to encounter Jason in any of his dealings with Bruce or the Bat-family though, so the prospect of an unknown trained by the Caped Crusader brightened his day considerably. As he finished escorting Taskmaster off the premises, he ran through the list of things that still needed to be done today. He would have to talk to Rose once she got back from the 'family business' of hers. He wanted details about the attack after all, plus her training needed attending to and most worryingly she often seemed to return from these family visits with more bruises and injuries than was in any way reassuring. He also needed to check on how the simulated training was going since the addition of Harley Quinn would mix things up at the least. On top of all of that it was [i[still[/i] his duty to try and meditate and study the Book of the Iron Fist, his own training being an unending road as well.
Still lost in thought, Danny stopped long enough to notice that Amy was still in the Rec Room alone. While he admired her passionate dedication to her hobbies, he knew she certainly shouldn't be left in there all by herself all day, especially not if she was going to be part of a team someday. With that in mind he knocked on the Rec Room's door for the second time that day.
He tried his best to sound casual without overplaying it, but he had a feeling his encounter with Taskmaster was still throwing him off.
"Amy, I was thinking about the talk we had earlier and I thought you might benefit from some solo training, I can help you figure your magic out, maybe teach you how to pull off some cool combos, you might even level up!"
His masters had certainly been right when they said that to be a teacher is to try and perfectly fill a cup from a waterfall without the water overflowing, or at least he thought this feeling of being bombarded by a waterfall of tasks was what they meant.
Iron Fist nodded to Jason as the former boy-wonder passed him by. "It's always a pleasure to spar with someone trained by Batman." At least that was the truth. The Dark Knight's martial arts abilities were highly renowned even in the Seven Heavenly Cities, and Danny generally considered crossing paths with Batman or his proteges to be a treat. He hadn't happened to encounter Jason in any of his dealings with Bruce or the Bat-family though, so the prospect of an unknown trained by the Caped Crusader brightened his day considerably. As he finished escorting Taskmaster off the premises, he ran through the list of things that still needed to be done today. He would have to talk to Rose once she got back from the 'family business' of hers. He wanted details about the attack after all, plus her training needed attending to and most worryingly she often seemed to return from these family visits with more bruises and injuries than was in any way reassuring. He also needed to check on how the simulated training was going since the addition of Harley Quinn would mix things up at the least. On top of all of that it was [i[still[/i] his duty to try and meditate and study the Book of the Iron Fist, his own training being an unending road as well.
Still lost in thought, Danny stopped long enough to notice that Amy was still in the Rec Room alone. While he admired her passionate dedication to her hobbies, he knew she certainly shouldn't be left in there all by herself all day, especially not if she was going to be part of a team someday. With that in mind he knocked on the Rec Room's door for the second time that day.
He tried his best to sound casual without overplaying it, but he had a feeling his encounter with Taskmaster was still throwing him off.
"Amy, I was thinking about the talk we had earlier and I thought you might benefit from some solo training, I can help you figure your magic out, maybe teach you how to pull off some cool combos, you might even level up!"
His masters had certainly been right when they said that to be a teacher is to try and perfectly fill a cup from a waterfall without the water overflowing, or at least he thought this feeling of being bombarded by a waterfall of tasks was what they meant.
August stared at the frankly amazing looking figurine for a while as he walked with John. "Nope, I wasn't allowed to bring any luxury items into the jungle with me, definitely not a whole bunch of toys like those. Although um, those are some seriously awesome figures! Is that one a giant chicken monster man? It looks like something from a monster movie or one of those things where the heroes strike dramatic poses with explosions! Do they have special actions or powers or something? and-oh wow!"
They'd come in sight of the museum and the hotel and even at this distance August had to take a moment and stand there with his jaw dropped right to the ground. "This was COMPLETELY worth five days in a jungle! Or...maybe five days alone in a jungle's screwing with my ability to perceive how nice things are in comparison to a jungle but still, this is nice! Do I get clean first or go to the museum first or do I get food and what d'you think Mr.John Shirkwood?"
They'd come in sight of the museum and the hotel and even at this distance August had to take a moment and stand there with his jaw dropped right to the ground. "This was COMPLETELY worth five days in a jungle! Or...maybe five days alone in a jungle's screwing with my ability to perceive how nice things are in comparison to a jungle but still, this is nice! Do I get clean first or go to the museum first or do I get food and what d'you think Mr.John Shirkwood?"
Right, got a post up and edited Morph's CS so that his picture is there now.
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