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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

The below character started as a shitpost. I'm not really sure how much of a shitpost it is anymore.

The Holy...

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^{"All it takes for evil to prosper is for a good dinosaur to sit by and do nothing!"}

Hayden is unsure of his origins. She suspects that her birth parents are missing, or dead, or both. Though he acknowledges the outside possibility that she doesn't have proper parents at all...

Let's back up. Hayden's earliest memory is being in the 'care' (or lack thereof) of one Doctor Thaddeus Sivana. Hayden has thus far been unsuccessful in determining how he got there in the first place, but she suspects he may have even been a test-tube baby of Sivana's personal design (though, the more Hayden thinks on this possibility, the less the timelines of it all make sense...) . This time in Hayden's life is a haze, being subjected to experiments both scientific and magical as Sivana used his new ward to search for some means to defeat his nemesis, Captain Marvel.

These experiments caused Hayden's abilities to distort over the years, blurring the lines between magic, science, and the metagene. Originally Hayden's powers were closer to that of Beast Boy, but Sivana's endless tinkering rendered the youth's abilities into the dinosaur focused form they take today.

But Sivana's labs were no place for a growing dinosaur. By age 11, Hayden had mustered enough power and control to transform herself into a T-Rex and escape while Sivana tangled with Captain Marvel in another portion of the facility. Following his time in Sivana's labs, Hayden would develop something of a friendship with Captain Marvel, after the hero stopped him from using her abilities to almost level Fawcett City High.

For a time, Hayden adventured alongside the Captain, using his abilities to thwart small time Fawcett crooks with hordes of ankle-biting micro-raptors to help save the day. To the people of Fawcett City, Dino-Man was Captain Marvel's boyish ward, a reputation that would chafe as Hayden grew into a teenager. For this reason, Hayden has set off to pursue her own path of paleontological justice -- too young to be considered for Titans membership, it is a path that has lead him into direct contact with the Renegades.

A B I L I T I E S:

Dinosaur Transmogrification: Thanks to Doctor Sivana's experiments, in a process that is one part science and one part magic, Dino-Man can transform objects and even himself into dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes. These transformations seem to be based more on Hayden's perception than any scientific interpretation of dinosaurs -- for instance, velociraptors generated by her ability more closely resemble those from Jurassic Park than the actual dinosaur.

The dinosaurs Hayden creates are unrestricted in species, but are capped in their abilities and size by the material being used. While Hayden could create a T-Rex from a paperclip, the resultant dino would have the size and rough durability of said paperclip. As well, the larger the object being transformed, the more of a toll it takes on Hayden. A paperclip T-Rex is no problem, but transmogrifying an SUV into a Triceratops would leave her more than winded.

Hayden seems to be able to surpass these material restrictions for his personal transformations, able to warp her own body into whatever shape and size is needed for his desired dinosaur. However, stretching too far beyond her original size is one of the most taxing ways his power can be used, with single transformations into large dinosaurs typically wiping her out.

To maintain her abilities Hayden has to consume a prodigious amount of calories, with this intake scaling dependent on the extent to which Hayden has used his abilities. Hayden has been recorded to eat as much as 40,000 calories in a single day, rivaling the intake of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

Hayden is motivated by a sense of individualism. After his experiences in Sivana's lab, Hayden wants to live her own life as he sees fit, without the tight controls and cages of her former life. As well, despite his admiration of Captain Marvel, more and more Hayden finds herself wanting to stand out as his own superhero, and feels the Renegades can give her the space to do just that.

A lot of this motivation comes from the fact that Hayden doesn't feel like he's "earned" her powers. Captain Marvel had to be pure of heart and an exemplary hero to achieve his abilities, but by comparison, Hayden had to... Get poked by needles a bunch. While Hayden is far from feeling that his powers are a curse or anything, but he feels that by wielding them, its her duty to use them for the greater good.

In terms of my motivations as a writer here, I'm not as available as many of the other creators in this thread, so I'm trying to create Hayden as something of a compromise. Here's a character that's probably too young to be in hero business in the first place, and thus can be written out as needed without it feeling too narratively dissonant. I see Hayden as much more of a support or secondary character than the other members of the team. Were this the Young Justice show, he'd be left with relatively little screen time. Ideally, Hayden will be best used to support other player characters in their arcs and GMs in their plot machinations.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

-Despite her gender fluidity, Hayden's superhero name is always Dino-Man, regardless of his gender at a given moment.

-In actual RP Hayden likely won't be switching pronouns as often as in this sheet. Here I just tried to intentionally vary them as much as possible to get used to switching in the first place.

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The Platypus: fuck yeah

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

So many character submissions. I am feeling disheartened.

@Skwint

Sounds like quitter talk to me. If Bork can submit a freakin' Platypus, I'm sure you're chillin.

I probably don't have the time to join this one, but wanted to pop in and say I enjoy all the character concepts we've seen so far. Will probably be reading along with the thread, this looks like it'll be one hell of a time.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

So, I post this sheet here knowing it probably should be rejected on the basis of being too anime for this sort of a thing, but I've always had the urge to at least try to submit a character from this universe to one of these comic book games. All I hope for is an honest consideration, even if it ends in a no. I can whip up another sheet for another character in no time, no problem.

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^{"Good grief..."}

Jotaro Kujo has been saving the world in one way or another since he was just eighteen. He is a member of the Joestar family, a long lineage of heroes dating back to the late 1800s. As a youth, Jotaro was a delinquent, picking frequent fights and shirking his responsibilities in favor of chasing his own nebulous quest for anything more meaningful than his education.

Jotaro found his attention focused in the 1988 by the resurgence of Dio Brando, an ancient enemy of the Joestar family. Together with his Grandfather Joseph, Jotaro would become a founding member of the Stardust Crusaders, a group of metahumans all possessing the unique power of the Stand -- and all with a grudge against Dio. Together, the Crusaders travelled the world, battling other Stand users while enroute to Dio's lair.

Eventually, the Crusaders arrived in Egypt, and shortly thereafter, reach Dio's mansion. In a climactic confrontation that claimed the lives of several Crusaders, Jotaro would narrowly overcome the abilities of Dio's Stand, The World, and vanquish the ancient evil once and for all.

After his adventures in Egypt, Jotaro retreated from the world of superheroics to pursue his degree in Marine Biology, with which he would find employment in the Speedwagon Foundation, a science facility and research team owned and operated by friends of the family. In addition to his duties as staff biologist, The Speedwagon Foundation frequently solicited Jotaro's assistance in a number of minor conflicts with enemy Stand users along with that of fellow Crusader Jean Polnareff.

Jotaro's life would change again while visiting his Grandfather in New York City. Jotaro, alongside a cavalcade of costumed heroes including Captain America and Black Canary fought to repel the invasion of the Chitauri, alien invaders invited to the planet by Loki, lie smith. Jotaro became a founding member of the Avengers, if somewhat reluctantly. As an Avenger, Jotaro was only summoned in times of great need, in accordance with his wishes, leading to his participation in battles against Darkseid, Starro, and even a one time standoff against the Incredible Hulk.

During his Avenging days, Jotaro sired a daughter, Jolyne, and began building a family of his own. A family that Mojo would rip him away from. Jotaro has freshly arrived to Mojoworld, hiding his stand, Star Platinum, in reserve for the right opportunity...

W O R L D B A C K G R O U N D:

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Essentially, the idea here is JoJo x Marvel x DC, merging all three universes into one fairly cohesive canon. The Marvel and DC portions of this universe are mostly standard, except for the fact that a number of heroes are actually Stand users instead of conventional metahumans (for instance, Spider-Man wields the Stand, Sultan of Swing). As for the JoJos universe, the Joestars are considered pillars of the hero community, with The Stardust Crusaders being considered one of the world's first superhero teams. Essentially, imagine a Marvel/DC One Universe that the Joestars have always been a part of, while still more or less following their own canon, with specifics like team rosters nonwithstanding.

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Stands for Non JoJo Fans - A Quick Guide

JoJo's main power system is the use of Stand abilities, strange metahuman abilities that tend to manifest themselves as bizarre ghosts that are often emblematic of some trait or another of their user. Stand powers tend to be strange if not outright bizarre, with some Stands being able to perform odd, esoteric abilities, like the power to to make anything into a zipper.

Most find themselves incapable of developing Stands, which are only rarely granted at birth. Mostly, Stand development results from contact with an extradimensional virus found on the so-called 'Stand Arrows' -- if the virus doesn't kill you first.

Some general rules about Stands are:

-Stands can stand a short distance separate from the user (hence the name) or be used as an extension of the user's body, as a kind of ghost-skin over their form.

-Any damage taken by the Stand is reflected by damage to its user. To kill or injure a Stand is to do the same to its user.

-Lastly, Stands are invisible to most normal humans. In traditional JoJo canon, only fellow Stand users can perceive Stands, but here I think it makes sense to include Metahumans, Aliens, and particularly aware humans as people that are also able to see Stands.

Jotaro's Stand, Star Platinum, is a blue/purple punching ghost that vaguely resembles Jotaro's Great Great Grandfather, Johnathan Joestar. It is, thankfully, one of the simpler Stands. Star Platinum is superhumanly strong, fast, and incredibly precise, to the point that Star Platinum can easily grab pistol rounds fired at point blank range. In addition, Star Platinum's most powerful ability is The World, the ability to utterly freeze time for ~3 seconds at a given usage.

-Pitching an anime character to a Marvel/DC game is a really big ask, I know; its almost a taboo in the comic RP scene around here. I realize and accept that this severely hinders this character's chance of acceptance, but I thank you for reading this far into the sheet anyway.

-So, this is standard Jotaro set against standard Marvel and DC. What gives? Aren't we supposed to get a little elseworld with it? I decided to leave the settings I'm blending here in neutral form so that the admittedly strange crossover goes down a little smoother.

-What I'm trying to achieve with this character in this game comes down to the fact that I've always kind of put my feelings about JoJo and my feelings about superhero media right next to each other in my noggin. I think that ultimately JoJos Bizarre Adventure is just another take on the foundations of the superhero genre -- beautiful men in silly outfits battling each other with otherworldly powers. To me, it seems like a natural fit. As well, JJBA is a series deeply concerned with legacy, family, fate, and even the multiverse itself. I think playing with those themes in a setting where you don't typically see this character alongside characters that you definitely haven't seen him with could be a jolly good time.

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^{"Good grief..."}

Jotaro Kujo has been saving the world in one way or another since he was just eighteen. He is a member of the Joestar family, a long lineage of heroes dating back to the late 1800s. As a youth, Jotaro was a delinquent, picking frequent fights and shirking his responsibilities in favor of chasing his own nebulous quest for anything more meaningful than his education.

Jotaro found his attention focused in the 1988 by the resurgence of Dio Brando, an ancient enemy of the Joestar family. Together with his Grandfather Joseph, Jotaro would become a founding member of the Stardust Crusaders, a group of metahumans all possessing the unique power of the Stand -- and all with a grudge against Dio. Together, the Crusaders travelled the world, battling other Stand users while enroute to Dio's lair.

Eventually, the Crusaders arrived in Egypt, and shortly thereafter, reach Dio's mansion. In a climactic confrontation that claimed the lives of several Crusaders, Jotaro would narrowly overcome the abilities of Dio's Stand, The World, and vanquish the ancient evil once and for all.

After his adventures in Egypt, Jotaro retreated from the world of superheroics to pursue his degree in Marine Biology, with which he would find employment in the Speedwagon Foundation, a science facility and research team owned and operated by friends of the family. In addition to his duties as staff biologist, The Speedwagon Foundation frequently solicited Jotaro's assistance in a number of minor conflicts with enemy Stand users along with that of fellow Crusader Jean Polnareff.

Jotaro's life would change again while visiting his Grandfather in New York City. Jotaro, alongside a cavalcade of costumed heroes including Captain America and Black Canary fought to repel the invasion of the Chitauri, alien invaders invited to the planet by Loki, lie smith. Jotaro became a founding member of the Avengers, if somewhat reluctantly. As an Avenger, Jotaro was only summoned in times of great need, in accordance with his wishes, leading to his participation in battles against Darkseid, Starro, and even a one time standoff against the Incredible Hulk.

During his Avenging days, Jotaro sired a daughter, Jolyne, and began building a family of his own. A family that Mojo would rip him away from. Jotaro has freshly arrived to Mojoworld, hiding his stand, Star Platinum, in reserve for the right opportunity...

W O R L D B A C K G R O U N D:

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Essentially, the idea here is JoJo x Marvel x DC, merging all three universes into one fairly cohesive canon. The Marvel and DC portions of this universe are mostly standard, except for the fact that a number of heroes are actually Stand users instead of conventional metahumans (for instance, Spider-Man wields the Stand, Sultan of Swing). As for the JoJos universe, the Joestars are considered pillars of the hero community, with The Stardust Crusaders being considered one of the world's first superhero teams. Essentially, imagine a Marvel/DC One Universe that the Joestars have always been a part of, while still more or less following their own canon, with specifics like team rosters nonwithstanding.

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Stands for Non JoJo Fans - A Quick Guide

JoJo's main power system is the use of Stand abilities, strange metahuman abilities that tend to manifest themselves as bizarre ghosts that are often emblematic of some trait or another of their user. Stand powers tend to be strange if not bizarre, with some Stands being able to perform odd, esoteric abilities, like the power to to make anything into a zipper.

Most find themselves incapable of developing Stands, which are only rarely granted at birth. Mostly, Stand development results from contact with an extradimensional virus found on the so-called 'Stand Arrows' -- if the virus doesn't kill you first.

Some general rules about Stands are:

-Stands can stand separately from the user (hence the name) or be used as an extension of the user's body, as a kind of ghost-skin over their form.

-Any damage taken by the Stand is reflected by damage to its user. To kill or injure a Stand is to do the same to its user.

-Lastly, Stands are invisible to most normal humans. In traditional JoJo canon, only fellow Stand users can perceive Stands, but here I think it makes sense to include Metahumans, Aliens, and particularly aware humans as people that are also able to see Stands.

Jotaro's Stand, Star Platinum, is a blue/purple punching ghost that vaguely resembles Jotaro's Great Great Grandfather, Johnathan Joestar. It is, thankfully, one of the simpler Stands. Star Platinum is superhumanly strong, fast, and incredibly precise, to the point that Star Platinum can easily grab point blank pistol rounds. In addition, Star Platinum's most powerful ability is The World, the ability to utterly freeze time for ~3 seconds at a given usage.

-Pitching an anime character to a Marvel/DC game is a really big ask, I know; its almost a taboo in the comic RP scene around here. I realize and accept that this severely hinders this character's chance of acceptance, but I thank you for reading this far into the sheet anyway.

-So, this is standard Jotaro set against standard Marvel and DC. What gives? Aren't we supposed to get a little elseworld with it? I decided to leave the settings I'm blending here in neutral form so that the admittedly strange crossover goes down a little smoother.

-What I'm trying to achieve with this character in this game comes down to the fact that I've always kind of put my feelings about JoJo and my feelings about superhero media right next to each other in my noggin. I think that ultimately JoJos Bizarre Adventure is just another take on the foundations of the superhero genre -- beautiful men in silly outfits battling each other with otherworldly powers. To me, it seems like a natural fit. As well, JJBA is a series deeply concerned with legacy, family, fate, and even the multiverse itself. I think playing with those themes in a setting where you don't typically see this character alongside characters that you definitely haven't seen him with could be a jolly good time.

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Notes

The below character started as a shitpost. I'm not really sure how much of a shitpost it is anymore.

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^{"All it takes for evil to prosper is for a good dinosaur to sit by and do nothing!"}

Hayden is unsure of his origins. She suspects that her birth parents are missing, or dead, or both. Though he acknowledges the outside possibility that she doesn't have proper parents at all...

Let's back up. Hayden's earliest memory is being in the 'care' (or lack thereof) of one Doctor Thaddeus Sivana. Hayden has thus far been unsuccessful in determining how he got there in the first place, but she suspects he may have even been a test-tube baby of Sivana's personal design (though, the more Hayden thinks on this possibility, the less the timelines of it all make sense...) . This time in Hayden's life is a haze, being subjected to experiments both scientific and magical as Sivana used his new ward to search for some means to defeat his nemesis, Captain Marvel.

These experiments caused Hayden's abilities to distort over the years, blurring the lines between magic, science, and the metagene. Originally Hayden's powers were closer to that of Beast Boy, but Sivana's endless tinkering rendered the youth's abilities into the dinosaur focused form they take today.

But Sivana's labs were no place for a growing dinosaur. By age 11, Hayden had mustered enough power and control to transform herself into a T-Rex and escape while Sivana tangled with Captain Marvel in another portion of the facility. Following his time in Sivana's labs, Hayden would develop something of a friendship with Captain Marvel, after the hero stopped him from using her abilities to almost level Fawcett City High. For a time, Hayden adventured alongside the Captain, using his abilities to thwart small time Fawcett crooks with hordes of ankle-biting micro-raptors to help save the day. To the people of Fawcett City, Dino-Man was Captain Marvel's boyish ward, a reputation that would chafe as Hayden grew into a teenager. For this reason, Hayden has set off to pursue her own path of paleontological justice -- too young to be considered for Titans membership, it is a path that has lead him into direct contact with the Renegades.

A B I L I T I E S:

Dinosaur Transmogrification: Thanks to Doctor Sivana's experiments, in a process that is one part science and one part magic, Dino-Man can transform objects and even himself into dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes. These transformations seem to be based more on Hayden's perception than any scientific interpretation of dinosaurs -- for instance, velociraptors generated by her ability more closely resemble those from Jurassic Park than the actual dinosaur.

The dinosaurs Hayden creates are unrestricted in species, but are capped in their abilities and size by the material being used. While Hayden could create a T-Rex from a paperclip, the resultant dino would have the size and rough durability of said paperclip. As well, the larger the object being transformed, the more of a toll it takes on Hayden. A paperclip T-Rex is no problem, but transmogrifying an SUV into a Triceratops would leave her more than winded.

Hayden seems to be able to surpass these material restrictions for his personal transformations, able to warp her own body into whatever shape and size is needed for his desired dinosaur. However, stretching too far beyond her original size is one of the most taxing ways his power can be used, with single transformations into large dinosaurs typically wiping her out.

To maintain her abilities Hayden has to consume a prodigious amount of calories, with this intake scaling dependent on the extent to which Hayden has used his abilities. Hayden has been recorded to eat as much as 40,000 calories in a single day, rivaling the intake of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

Hayden is motivated by a sense of individualism. After his experiences in Sivana's lab, Hayden wants to live her own life as he sees fit, without the tight controls and cages of her former life. As well, despite his admiration of Captain Marvel, more and more Hayden finds herself wanting to stand out as his own superhero, and feels the Renegades can give her the space to do just that.

A lot of this motivation comes from the fact that Hayden doesn't feel like he's "earned" her powers. Captain Marvel had to be pure of heart and an exemplary hero to achieve his abilities, but by comparison, Hayden had to... Get poked by needles a bunch. While Hayden is far from feeling that his powers are a curse or anything, but he feels that by wielding them, its her duty to use them for the greater good.

In terms of my motivations as a writer here, I'm not as available as many of the other creators in this thread, so I'm trying to create Hayden as something of a compromise. Here's a character that's probably too young to be in hero business in the first place, and thus can be written out as needed without it feeling too narratively dissonant. I see Hayden as much more of a support or secondary character than the other members of the team. Were this the Young Justice show, he'd be left with relatively little screen time. Ideally, Hayden will be best used tp support other player characters in their arcs and GMs in their plot machinations.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

-Despite her gender fluidity, Hayden's superhero name is always Dino-Man, regardless of his gender at a given moment.

-In actual RP Hayden likely won't be switching pronouns as often as in this sheet. Here I just tried to intentionally vary them as much as possible to get used to switching in the first place.

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The Platypus: fuck yeah

Variety Hour: An Absolute Comics Roleplay

SPIDER-MAN: THE DISTANCE

Issue 3

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Jameson’s article had come out faster than Peter expected it would, pumped into the heart of the city and then outward to its fringes. “Man-Spider Attacks Bugle Office, Assaults NYPD”. A sterling review of his first real endeavor, and they couldn’t even get his name right. At least paintbrush-head nailed the hyphen. Still, he had to spend the last God knows how many hours swinging through the streets and making double sure people knew what his real name was. If Jameson wouldn’t speak to him, maybe the city would.

Peter swung and released, switching hands and trying to cram the rest of his egg and cheese sandwich into his mouth, tracking it with half-lidded eyes. He tasted the wax of deli paper and hacked out a cough, wrenching a turn around the Manhattan Municipal Building. The tendrils of his mask snaked back around his mouth and he dropped a dozen feet, pulling a saliva-stained strand of paper from his mouth and letting it catch on the New York Wind. Gross. Another webline dragged him back into the sky and he was flying again.

He landed on a rooftop and pushed off of it, sailing clean past the flagpole he aimed for. Nuts. A web shot back out from his wrists and he hung there like a limp fish, listing in the gentle breeze. His sigh turned into a yawn and he pulled himself up, hand over hand, back to the top. Get it together, Parker. You’ve still got all of Harlem to look through. Joy, joy, joy… The neighborhood spread before him in a grey-brown haze, struggling out of the swirling miasma of the cracked streets below. Every building slumped into the next, devoid of any definition but for the inky blackness that swirled between them, crackling and bubbling and...

Peter shook his head and rubbed his temples, willing the sleep out of his system. The hard edges and definition came back to the place, solidifying out of the darkness. He let his breath go and focused on the rhythms of his costume. Tendrils of black fiber interlaced with one another, infinitely dense yet impossibly fine, all prehensile. They stood up all across his body, quivering in the biting wind. Through their vibrations, he began to feel it all coming in. The brickwork of the building behind him, lacing down and outward to the painted concrete a hundred feet below him. This was his web, spreading in and around him as he waited, focused, waiting for anything to trip his Spider-Sense. Somewhere at the edge, he felt the fringe of some grander presence, with a kind of gravity to it, dragging on his fibers, pulling him closer. It felt cool and metal and warm and fleshy all it once. It was legs and arms and a grand throne suspended in some network of webs, and -- Peter’s senses flinched all at once. Two blocks away, due north, brush of gunmetal against elastic waistband. Screams. There.

The twang of the flagpole echoed through the neighborhood as Peter threw himself into the air, firing two webs and slingshotting himself a half block ahead. He was a spider, skittering ahead and squeaking across dirty windows as he closed on his prey. He was silhouetted against the black concrete, a deep blue hoodie pressing a gun into the back of a passerby. He hadn’t heard Spider-Man yet. Good.

The suit sprang across the concrete as he landed, cushioning the fall and sending spikes of force deep into the earth. Before the mugger had time to turn around, Peter was upon him, throwing him into the air and following, dragging him on a webline; higher, higher. Peter put his whole body into it, flinging the crook up ahead and stumbling, but running up the building all the same. Spider-Man was on the edge of the rooftop and the gunman hung in the air, a dark stain against the shining beauty of the moon.

Then he was falling. Peter snatched him from the precipice of death, hand snapping on the man’s collar. The fabric ripped and he fell further inches, and then he dropped again, his scream blasting Peter’s eardrums. Goddamnit. He forced his eyes open and webline snapped to the man’s back.

“Oh God, oh Jesus, I--” The gunman stumbled over his words and pinwheeled in the sky, kicking at nothing.

“Shhhhh.” Peter said, again rubbing his temples. It felt good to close his eyes, just for a moment. “People are sleeping, man.” He pulled the thug up, bit by bit, as he swung and grasped wildly at the hair of webbing between him and death.

“Are-are you that, that...?” He was breathless, straining, eyes locked on the stark ground beneath him.

”Yeah, Amazing Spider-Man, jazz hands, blah blah.” Peter mumbled. He the webline to the edge of the building, crawling down to get a good look at the man. Huge, white, featureless bug eyes met his pair of dull browns and he squirmed, trying to wedge his way further back into the window. His piece had been lost in the climb, now probably shattered somewhere down through a hundred yards of freefall. Peter found himself staring into the cheap fabrics of the man’s coat, mesmerized by the simple patterns of the man’s coat, deeper and deeper and darker and -- his eyes shot open, and he sucked in a breath.

”I probably need to get through a lot of these tonight, so, yeah. Don’t make me, I don’t know, drop you or something. That’s what that Bat-dude from Gotham does, right?” Spider-Man stifled a yawn and tapped the man on his forehead and he jerked back, slamming his head against the glass.

“Don’t kill me!” He screamed. Peter blinked slowly, tuning out the screams and focusing on the weight in his eyelids. A response fought out of his consciousness.

”Just… Just keep your pants on. Guy robs a wrestling tournament a few days ago, shoots an old man on his way out. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, I just want to send him a postcard.” Peter groaned.

The robber shook his head back and forth, “No no man! No! That’s Tombstone’s racket, I don’t fuck with that!”

“Tombstone, I keep hearing that name. Spooky. Am I gonna have to fight Boris Karloff in a graveyard or something?”

The man looked at Spider-Man, as if for the first time. His skin was clouded, somehow darker than black, with impossibly long thin lips twisting into a smile that curled beyond the edge of his face and up into the very back of his jaw, rippling open to a mouth of jagged teeth that poked out at every angle. Eyes the color of curdled milk pierced through the lenses of Spider-Man’s mask, staring back at the boy beneath.

“Pe-ter Parr-ker.” Fluid the color of death drained from the man’s mouth and Peter jerked backward, stumbling down the wall, fighting to keep his grip and yet staggering, falling. He slammed a boot through the plate glass as he tried to regain his footing, scraping at the wall with his hands.

The thug flinched and closed his eyes as the sound of breaking glass erupted, trying to hide his head in his chest and throwing up his arms to cover himself. Everything was normal again. The thug was curled into a ball, backed as far against the window as he could be.

The suit vibrated around Peter, gradually coming to a halt as Peter fought to uncurl the balls his fists had wounded themselves into, going back up the sheer glass of the wall. One foot at a time. What was that? He was dimly aware of a buzz against his skin, his phone pressed tight against him in the fabric of his suit.

“I uh… I gotta take this. Take five.” A web sealed the thug’s mouth shut and Peter crossed onto the rooftop from the side, pulling his phone out from a web of cascading fibers. He answered.

”Peter?” May’s voice shook and crackled over the receiver.

“Uh, hey, Aunt May. Sorry I--”

“Oh thank God! Peter Benjamin Parker, where have you been?”

“Just uh… Just catching some air, May, I--”

“I’ve been worried sick!”

“May, it’s just a little--”

“It’s been three days Peter! I’ve been calling Anna Watson and Captain Stacy and I’ve been fighting like hell to get on the phone with Norman Osborn!”

May’s voice faded into the background of his thoughts. Three days? Impossible. He’d only been out… How many criminals had he shaken down? How long had it been since…?

”--and with that Spider-Man character on the loose! You’re coming home this instant, young man! Where have you been!?”

”I -- I’m sorry, I... Uh. It’s uh… It’s a long story, Aunt May, I--”

“No excuses, Peter! And with your Uncle in the hospital, I--” Peter could hear her shaking her head over the line. “We’re going to have a long talk when you get home. Right away.”

“Okay… I’m almost home. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” Peter couldn’t feel the words coming out of his mouth as he ended the call, not waiting for a response. Three days. Three days. It felt like hours. He thought back on it, crawling through the docks, swinging low through Hell’s Kitchen as the sun crested over the horizon. Three days, gone. Three days less for Ben. And nothing to show for it but a name. Tombstone.

Seventy-two hours of Spider-Man… Where does the time go?

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

I have several ideas for this, but I think I'm going to wait to see what sort of concepts get thrown down so I can fill in any gaps in the team. Just wanted to pop into the thread and voice interest.

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Hal hadn’t prepared for a fight, his one trick was The Highball -- and that couldn’t quite shoot out Superman’s heat vision yet -- but, as he saw the mass and numbers of the enemy force descending on them through the firework cover, he was damn glad that Kilowog had.

Only a handful of the green creatures had broken from formation to attack Hal and the refugees, the rest buzzed like a cloud of hornets, whirling around a green point of light that popped and exploded from the heart of their formation; Kilowog had decided to put on his own fireworks show.

But that meant it was on Hal to help these yahoos against The Wicked Witch’s flying green monkeys. The girl threw herself headlong into the action, jumping straight off the building and swinging her cuffs around like a cudgel. Flying straight off the building, Hal corrected himself. Was flying just a part of the basic space alien suite? The girl managed on her own, but the others were using jetpacks soldered into the winged framework of their armor, and the blue guy’s armor produced propulsion as quick as the surface of its arm rolled over itself to form into a shield. Hal was the only one left on the roof, slack jawed as the aliens traded blows.

It was finally coming true. Everything the old Flash Gordon serials from Hal’s childhood had promised the arrival of aliens would be, but now in technicolor, and happening awful close to him. For a moment he had the instinct to run, a quick seize across his muscles and the memory of lightning splitting the sky. Kilowog and the others could mop it up, give him more time to figure out something with the ring to protect himself.

Protection, that was a new thought, it almost earned a laugh. Before the ring that was his last concern. Screw the FAA guidelines, forget takeoff procedure, and always push the screaming engine a lot damn harder than the techs tell you to, just to prove that you can; just to get your butt into that sheepskin seat cover and fly a little while. Growing up they told him Martini Jordan had his first combat flight in a stolen cessna, with no guns and tissue-paper armor, even without any kind of safety net, he still gave those Kraut sons-of-bitches the what for... Oh, what the hell.

Hal’s feet took him off the structure and his ring brought him into the air, forming the electric lime field around him and slinging him past the bolts of alien energy that rocked through the sea spray. He knew his sheathe wouldn’t stand up to that kind of punishment, the projectiles were as big around as baseballs and hummed like a Coast City powerplant, fancy flying would be the only way out of this mess.

Hal threw a barrel roll, jerking his muscles in accordance with the movement to dodge another bolt by a hair. It still didn’t feel like he could quite move right inside of it, the flight construct sat on him like a lead suit, restricting his motion and keeping his body in flight position. He may as well have been jammed in a cockpit.

Then, The Highball sharpened on the edge of his vision, forcing something to his attention. It was one of the aliens, diving under and back up into the fray, bringing its weapon up for a blaster shot on the blue guy’s exposed side.

“Hey!” Hal was on the alien, cutting over his path and slamming the bugger down. His flight construct buckled and went turgid on contact, shimmering energy pulsed and ballooned as it tried to correct itself from the impact, setting Hal’s teeth to rattle in his skull.

He and the alien tumbled through the sky, Hal’s arms locked firmly around its waist. The creature squawked at him in a language the ring refused to translate, swinging an arm that had to be the size of Hal’s whole torso to swat the human off. Hal squirmed and shifted, forcing his weight up until he could wrap his legs around the monster’s waist and get his arms over its neck. Hal squeezed.

It was like trying to choke a redwood tree. Its skin was like a toad’s, bumped and warted and slimy, Hal could tell even through the layers of his construct, protecting corded muscle as strong as steel beneath.

“Who the hell let you uglies in through the blockade?” Hal shouted, trying to kick at the monster’s stomach only to be met by a plate of gristle, “we’re not having an intergalactic kegger down here!”

Hal’s flight construct was normalizing, returning to hold its shape around its master, but the alien wasn’t having it. Its brawn shifted and it torqued him. Hal’s sides screamed while the alien twisted him, begging him to release his hold or at least the construct squeezing in on him.

What would Kilowog do? Certainly not let go. What would Martini do? No weapons, no armor, no nothing, just his way to fly… His way to fly.

Hal screamed and closed his eyes, keeping his legs locked tight around the alien’s trunk and willing his construct to flow over the creature, no longer keeping him airborne but keeping the thing locked into a new emerald cage.

Wind and spray whipped Hal’s hair and clothes and stung his eyes as he opened them, now wrestling with the sealed pocket around the alien, thrashing and vocalizing as the construct kept it locked within. It was like fighting a sleeping bag. Its jetpack was failing, whining, uselessly pouring plasma and fire into growing bubbles on the construct’s back as the green energy wibbled, barely keeping them in the air.

They were losing altitude, streaking towards the surface of the bay, at least, but at this height it’d feel like kissing concrete, but it was all he could do to even force his structure to keep its coherence, and hang onto the creature for dear life., digging his fingers into little wells in the construct.

“Hey! A little help!?” He screamed at the figures above.

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GREEN LANTERN in: DON’T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD II

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"I believe it is you that cannot 'park there'," was the first thing out of the hippie’s mouth, "The Green Lantern Corps is expressly forbidden from entering the Vega star system. What business have you here?"

“I, uhm…” Hal stammered, “tell you the truth ma’am, I’m no navigator, but I don’t think this is Vega.” Hal tried to remember what Kilowog had called their local system. He’d heard him mention it a few times, in the gravelly background of his voice chatting up the space boys over communications. As he reached for it, the ring supplied the missing information over his lens.

“We are in Space Sector 2814, Sol system.” Hal’s ring worked as he spoke, stitching a visualization of the path from Earth to Vega on his retinas, an arcing green line rising from the surface of an Earth in miniature. There was no scale, but as the path grew the Earth shrunk, until there was nothing but a strip of emerald in Hal’s vision, “... and it looks like you’re a long way from home.”

Beside them, the blue guy struggled with his own arm, wrenching it this way and that as he babbled to himself. The surface of his… Skin? Armor? Shifted, unable to settle on a definite form. It reminded Hal of when Kilowog had first taught him about constructs, and the only thing he could produce were wibbling heaps of green. Maybe the big blue’s armor was something like the ring.

"I'm not gonna shoot somebody who hasn't done anything wrong! Besides he doesn't even seem to be here for us... and why do you have a plasma cannon?!" The boy shouted. His accent sounded local, Earth local anyway… But whatever the hell he was wearing certainly wasn’t. Hal put his hands up.

“Listen, buddy, I’m not packing anything but this ring,” Hal waggled his hand, “and at this point the thing might as well be toy jewelry. I’m just supposed to tell you guys you’re not supposed to break the blockade,” Hal gestured up as another chorus of fireworks sang above them. In the distance, Hal saw a jeweled green point of light rising from the surface of the bay. Hal nodded towards it to indicate.

“That’ll be my partner fishing your ship out of the bay, he’ll tell you the same thing… And, sir, I’d really appreciate it if you don’t point that thing at me, dig?”

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^{"I am become Death, destroyer of worlds."}

In the wee hours of July 16th, 1945, J. Robert Oppenheimer's Manhattan Project would change the world forever in a single, blinding flash. We would never forget the bomb that sundered the heavens; or the single minded wrath of the creature that emerged in its wake.

The Hulk, as the monster would come to be known sprang forth from the body of one Doctor Bruce Banner, as the young scientist sacrificed himself to shield one Rick Jones from the effects of the Manhattan Project's bomb, Banner found himself afflicted by deadly gamma rays. The Hulk was, for a time, the best kept secret of the United States Government. A green skinned boogeyman that lived in the heat mirages of the desert, wanting simply to be left alone, and destroying all those that dared to pursue. During this time, the US Military would stage a series of anti-Hulk black operations in and around the New Mexico desert known as The Hulkbuster Program, deploying experimental weapons technology developed through the combined efforts of Lex Luthor and General Thaddeus Ross, that would later find its way to the warfront. Ross' crusades against the creature culminated in Ross' transformation into the so-called 'Red Hulk'.

Following the Red Hulk's defeat, Banner would flee New Mexico and remain in hiding for some time, evading military search and capture procedure and showing, for the first time, a remarkable degree of control over his transformations into The Hulk. This period would be marked by a dramatic drop in Hulk sightings: some theorize that this drop is associated with the rumored relationship between Banner and one Betty Ross, but Ross has denied any affiliation with the monster.

The Hulk's appearances at this time would often coincide with sightings of many of America's mystery men, including The Spider, in an encounter The Daily Bugle Press would describe as a "Clash of Villains!". The Hulk would also find himself the sometimes friend and sometimes foe of the Justice Society, battling alongside and against them in a handful of critical battles across the country.

In 1961, following the election of John F. Kennedy and The Hulk's intervention in an otherwise sanctioned US Military Gamma Radiation test, the government mounted a new Hulkbuster program, this time calling upon America's heroes to defeat the beast and place him in federal custody. This period would see Hulk battle The Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, and other members of the Justice Society before his ultimate defeat at the hands of Superman.

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