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I think what made @Bounce so good as a CO-GM was actually running an event for players so I'd hope any replacement CO-GMs would bring a similar collab energy, given so far this game has survived the sophomore slump these games usually have.
@Sep

Reply for you, didn’t want to do anything directly to Titus in my own post so its mostly just Carol moving to confront him.





For all that various members of the Warbird programme doubted the wisdom of their mission relying on the young and untested soldiers of a young woman who had been a civilian, let alone still (just about) in High School) Carol had thrown herself into training with Mar'vell even before she had known it would result in anything more than time spent with someone who had actually known her mother. She was not just raw power and a can-do attitude, as she weaved around attacking forces, both the strange chariot-small craft and the much larger ships, it became obvious how much of Mar'vell's direction in Kree martial arts was actually preparing her to be this, to be the Warbird, a being capable of taking her fight to the stars themselves.

Carol realised just how much of a hindrance Earth was to her, with its magnetic field fending off Stellar radiation, with the checks on her power to prevent harming those around her or altering the enemies of her government to her existence. Out here she was free.

Free as a bird, come to think of it. Maybe she could ask for Spotify on her earpiece?

The momentary distraction of her thoughts was enough for the bad guys to land a hit on her, a blast of power flinging her into the surface of one of the alien craft with enough force that the metallic hide of the ship buckled and melted beneath her. She had absorbed too much energy to truly recognise it as pain from the impact but it still blurred her vision for a moment as she pulled herself free of the tangle of molten metal she had caused with her fall.

It was a convenient enough landing point though, not far from her (relatively speaking) the other figures who had engaged with the larger number of aliens forms were fighting, apparently with what looked to be a giant cat-man of some kind.

“Space is weird.” She thought to herself, even as further evidence of the same shot towards her. Humanoid, and more human than oid next to the cat-thing but clad in a suit of blue armour. She braced herself for a moment as various warnings shot through her comm device about the unknown allegiance of any combatant involved, but for all she was an increasingly finely trained weapon she wasn't quite a soldier, not yet, and so hesitated to simply treat everything she encountered as hostile, particularly when everything else around her, including the cat, was trying to kill the three interlopers she counted herself among.

Carol knew that those back home couldn't hear her empowered communications without the help of technological implements, but she was hoping whatever allowed these two to survive in the vacuum of space also put them on a similar level to herself, at least in terms of conversation. Also, as the blue one was heading towards her, she noticed the rather more nasty look the cat-man was giving the Bucket-helmed second individual.

“Excuse me, I think your friend is about to get lion-pounced.” Her form bristled with golden light as she leapt from her place on the ship, covering the distance across its hull in a matter of moments, the bright glow also a sign of her using her powers to communicate. She made to fly straight past the blue-clad being, not out of ignoring them, but trying to intercept whatever killing blow the cat had planned for the bucket-guy.

She landed hard and with force again, enough to kick up more molten hull, but this time as a controlled show of power. Her fists blazing golden as she raised them.

“Hey Garfield, pack it up and push off, if you've got a problem with Earthlings we're going to have a problem.” Carol wasn't exactly sure on the details of sovereignty out in space, but she was pretty sure the cat-man and his grim alien friends were less American than the other two fighters and that was enough for her, even if it upset a big wig or two.
I am also, tentatively (if not already claimed) working on a Wanda Maximoff sheet.


Heya, just wondering if this is still the case?

Asking because I was thinking of adapting a new X-men sheet using some different mutants to usual and my idea involved Wanda being 'the Jean' as Scott/Jean have already been referenced IC.

I know characters arent claimed until sheets are accepted but didn’t want to feel like I was sniping someone.

Also even if not I imagine relevant to you from an Emma perspective.

Also tagging @Mao Mao because this would very much be a Wanda and Pietro as Mags' children idea (although possibly without them being currently aware)
@Ezekiel: gives really good science reason for how Warbird communicates in space.

Sep: Hold my beer


Haha.

I don't think its required at all in comic media, I just thought it was a cool way to show off an often forgotten aspect of Carol's powers is that she has the ability to manipulate all sorts of different energy fields/types.
@Sep

Sorry for the delay, your efforts to fix my ailments were unsuccessful. I have scraped together a reply to not keep you waiting, I will likely go back for proper formatting when my brain is less ouch.


As the world reacted to the danger and rescue of New York another phenomenon was noticed by many across the globe. Although widespread interest would soon drift elsewhere, for many who took a moment to gaze upon the sky they were met with a sight few would forget.

For the briefest of moments, in a flash of time that soon passed, the sky of Earth was streaked with gold.




“Slingshot complete, maximum flight speed achieved. Operative Warbird you are go to engage.” The power that flowed through Carol needed no further tricks of physics to escape the gravity of Earth's orbit, but with the threat further out to space the rate at which she could move could further be manipulated with the overlapping gravity of Earth and Moon. It wasn’t her maximum flight speed, but instead the safest speed she could attain without risking turning the atmosphere around her into a rolling fireball.

“Switching to vacuum comms.” Carol spoke in turn, before adjusting the angle of her flight ever so slightly, the blur of golden light in the sky suddenly surging out of the fading blue of Earth's atmosphere into the great dark of the cosmic void. Out in space the nature of her ability to speak and hear changed, while she might be able to project in ways that supplanted the usual laws of physics, her human handlers and their technology could not. Rather than a broadcast of sound, she ‘heard’ the report of her comms device in vibrations running through her own body, and in turn she could mimic the sensation back to her earpiece. There was a time when she hadn't been comfortable with how easily she now sensed the minutiae of existence, but that was steadily fading.

“Efforts to contact the intersystem craft have failed, Operative Warbird, you are to enforce a no-further line, weapons free.” The wording had always amused her. She ‘was’ the weapon after all.

With the efforts to rocket herself around the Earth then swing by the weaker field of the moon, she burst well past her previous records of speed until she became little more than a kaleidoscope of light forms, even to her own vision, as she moved.

“Two smaller signals are present, we believe them to be metahumans or equivalent. You are not to treat their allegiance as known, full caution advised.” As far as Carol was concerned, as she had been briefed, the two signals that the ‘bad guys’ seemed to be chasing were probably at the least not an issue for her, but the suits were rather keen on telling her otherwise. She didn't vocalise (or in this case ‘vibrate’ ) a reply, instead focusing on the miracle of flight. Her entire form crackled with power and excitement, this was everything she could have ever wished to be.

Back on Earth, her mission command receives their first decoded communication from Warbird, flashing across their screens in a scrawl of live translation.

“Higher, Further, Faster.”




It didn't take long for those already battling in the void of space to notice the approach of a new celestial interloper. Original just another light in the sea of stars, the blazing gold of Carol Danvers was soon a new Sun in its incandescent fury as she powered towards the ships. Even back on Earth a new shooting star was briefly visible to the naked eye as the feedback loop of her power seared her into the cosmos.

She came to a halt at the exact point she had been commanded to hold, the great force of her momentum haunting in a moment with enough kinetic force to momentarily turn ‘Supernova’ a bright flash of light that had been suggested as an intergalactic translation for ‘go away.’

It was impressive, sending sensors far away back on Earth into disarray and the far more advanced systems of the spacetravellers reeling, but it wasn't enough. Within a few moments a spattering of fire moved away from the figures dancing among the alien ships into her direction. Normally the force would have been enough to blast her back, but after uncontested space flight she was surging with power, and instead they simply added to the scorching glare of her light.

“Alright then, my turn.” She thought to herself, before in another flash of gold, Carol Danvers burst into action, flying straight for the centre mass of one of the alien craft.
I get around.
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How dare you be ill, I demand you rectify this immediately.


You know my boss had the same reaction.
Would anyone be interested in an epilogue after the event itself concludes?

Smaller stories where people can split off if they want, rescuing people from damaged or burning buildings, swapping superhero instagrams, or whatever?

I was thinking that could provide a transition either back to people's solo stories or set up where some might want to have a more 1 on 1 or small group interaction.


I do find it funny how as a group we continually reinvent the idea of actually interacting in a roleplay rather than just writing our own separate fanfictions. Not in the event but I would definitly think this is a good idea for any events, comics are generally at their best when their half action, half reality TV.

As an aside sorry I haven't got a Carol in space post done, I've been pretty unwell since Friday.
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