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All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

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Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

@Lord Wraith Such edgy, many wow.

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Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

@Lord Wraith Such edgy, many wow.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I can do either or first. Doesn't matter to me. :P

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

I mean, Rufus IS a dickhead. But is he THAT much of a dickhead?

A Character Sheet of Ludicrous Size

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/84713-the-ultimate-character-sheet/ooc

I thought I'd share this again. I had posted it pre-Guildfall, and it seemed to attract some attention from people who wanted to really flesh out their characters, so I decided to bring it back. Might get the same amount of attention. Might not. Don't really care. Just wanted to make people aware of it's existence, and challenge all those people without lives to fill one out.

Admittedly, the sheet isn't perfect. I noticed a few sections that seemed very similar to others, but I decided to keep them all in. Don't want to trash someone else's work after all.

What do you guys think of it? Want to try it out? Post any filled character sheets over there, and maybe leave your thoughts about the experience here.

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The air smelled of salt and fish as Wolverine jumped from the roof of a warehouse onto a nearby pile of shipping containers. Night had fallen over the docks, and most of the people who worked legitimate jobs were home at this hour. All that was left were the scum of the earth, easy pickings for James Howlett. Wolverine hid within the shadows, careful to not reveal himself when a pair of men in suits carrying assault rifles passed by his perch. Professional killers. Just like the guys who had been protecting Henry Jenkins, the scumbag in charge of this sick circuit. Wolverine had made sure Jenkins got what he deserved before heading over to the docks to save the kiddies locked up in the basement. Logan waited until the patrol had passed out of earshot before sliding down the shipping containers and dashing across the street behind a pile of loose steel beams. He took a whiff of the air, separating the various smells that entered his nose. Logan identified ten more individuals surrounding the warehouse, with the last two mobile around the dock. Aside from the smell of fish, oil and rust, Wolverine could smell the kids. All one hundred and twenty three of 'em. Logan was a little surprised to hear that only twelve men were needed to watch over so many mutants. After all, Wolverine could take an army all on his lonesome. Maybe, he theorized, Jenkins' bosses only wanted the more docile or harmless mutants for Trask. Wouldn't make sense to protect a shipment of a small horde of bulletproof kids with laser vision using only twelve guys.

But back to the mission at hand. Wolverine reached into one of various pouches on his belt and pulled out a watch. Three in the morning. He'd have at least two or three hours before anyone showed up for work at the warehouses. Good. In that amount of time, Logan should be able to get all these kids out and to Romulus' people. The boss said he was goin' ta find out where the kids' parents were and send 'em home, so long as that's what they wanted. Of course he was going to try and recruit whoever he could, but there wasn't enough room in Team X's safehouse for a hundred and twenty three super powered brats. Anybody willin' to take in that many mutant kids would have to be crazy.

He slipped the watch back inside the pouch. Wolverine pulled his mask down tighter around his face, before sliding out from behind the cover of the steel beams and making his way towards the warehouse. Shimming along the side of the building, Logan spotted a sturdy pipe leading from below ground to the roof. Weapon X tested his weight against the pipe; once he was sure the metal construct was secure enough to hold all three hundred pounds of weight Logan was carrying around, the assassin ascended to the roof. A mouse would have been jealous of Logan's stealth. The roof of the warehouse was completely flat. A blessing and a curse for Wolverine. On one hand, he wouldn't need to worry about accidentally falling off. On the other hand, the two patrolling guards wouldn't have any trouble spotting Logan when they looped back around for another pass. With this fact in mind Logan moved swiftly. He slid open one of half a dozen skylights that dotted the old structure, slipping inside and landing on a raised walkway.

Now that Wolverine was inside, he had a clear view of the interior of the warehouse. The top floor had seven guards inside with three more guards in the basement. Two of the seven were positioned on the upper walkways, where Logan was now perched. They would have to go first. Wolverine disappeared into the shadows as one of the armed guards rounded the corner and stepped into his line of sight. The unsuspecting trooper received three claws through the face. Logan dragged the body into the darkness and dashed across the walkway. The second guard leaned against a stack of crates, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The distracted combatant made easy prey for Wolverine. With the walkways clear of spying eyes, Logan had a chance to locate the remaining criminals. Five more scumbags dotted the warehouse. Two of said scumbags ran into each other and decided to spark up a conversation.

"Hey Joe," One of the thugs asked, clutching his assault rifle to his chest. "Did ya hear anythin'...Weird..Earlier?"

"Nah, man. You?" Joe replied casually. This seemed to offset the other guard. "Yeah. Sounded like somebody was gurglin' water. Freaked me out, so's I went to check it out. Didn't see nothin'." Joe just shrugged. "You're hearing things." The guard shook his head furiously. "No way, dude. Heard it clear as day. You think it was one of our boys kicking the bucket?" The guard looked up, worried about the two men assigned to the walkways. The guard tried to scream; but alas, he was too slow. Wolverine fell down from the rafters and decapitated the two guards simultaneously. Blood sprayed all over Logan, who didn't so much as grunt at the sickening display. "Holy shit!" Wolverine's head turned at a hundred miles per hour at the sudden exclamation. Half an instant later bullets started to fly. One of the guards had discovered Logan's presence, and watched him kill two of the guards!

"Hmph."

Wolverine slammed forward like a freight train. Bullets sunk into the charging mutant, but that didn't stop Logan's rampage. He sliced the gun in half with his Adamantium claws before doing the same to the man holding the gun. The final two guards appeared, opening fire as well. They tried to drop the mutant with everything they had. But Wolverine wasn't goin' down that easy, cutting out both guards' throats and letting them drown in their own blood. Now to find the basement entrance. Logan scanned the warehouse floor and noticed a nearby staircase leading downwards. He moved like a shade down the stairs. His speed was incredible. When Wolverine reached the bottom of the stairs, he kicked the metal emergency door off its hinges and caused the thing to fly across the room. The basement was pretty standard. A furnace, a conveyor belt, some crates, and a couple of holding cells with superpowered kids inside.

The remaining three guards turned their attention towards the stairs. Yet when the first one turned around, Wolverine was gone. What?! Where'd he go?! A blood curdling scream caused the guard's skin to crawl as he turned around once more. His fellow mercenaries were both on the floor, eviscerated and mutilated. Logan chopped off both the man's arms, roaring like an animal. The man cried out in pain and fell to his knees. Wolverine shot his knee forward. The sheer force of the attack caused the target's nose to be pushed so far back into his skull that his nose pierced his brain, killing him.

Terrified screams and the sound of crying brought Logan's mind back into the present. Reminded him of the job he was here to do. Wolverine turned towards the caged children, slicing off the locks on their cages. Utterly and completely afraid of their savior the mutants immediately ran for the exit with no regard for the others. Wolverine stood in silence until the room was emptied out.

Another job well done, he'd guess.

Agents of Romulus were waiting outside dressed as police officers and paramedics. They would help the kids. Get them back to their parents, if they desired. The more powerful of them would be tagged and observed, while the weaker ones would be treated of their injuries and released back into the world. So long as they were kept out of Bolivar Trask's filthy little hands, Romulus didn't care what they did. But really, who did?

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Wolverine

NAME: James 'Logan' Howlett

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Walking the Line

AFFILIATION: Weapon X Program, Team X

ORIGIN AND BACKSTORY: TOP SECRET

Backstory

James Howlett was born in Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada in the year 1885. His mother, Elizabeth Howlett, was married to John Howlett, a rich plantation owner. His father, James Logan, was one of the grounds keepers at John Howlett's plantation. Elizabeth had become dissatisfied with her husband's lack of sex drive at some point in their marriage, and had started a secret relationship with James Logan to satisfy her needs. When Elizabeth found out that she was with James' child, she tried to pass him off as John's son. The ruse was quickly seen through when James was born and looked nothing like his father; indeed, he shared a number of physical attributes with James Logan. When John found out, he spiraled into crippling depression. Elizabeth and John's marriage splintered as each threatened divorce at the drop of a dime, but never truly went through with it for fear of their own son, John Howlett, Jr.

Grandpa Howlett, father of James Howlett, saw his son's failure and set out to raise his grandsons correctly. He would use physical violence to punish young James and John, stating the moniker "Firm, but Fair" as explanation whenever his methods were brought into question. The two boys grew up in relative peace until John Howlett, Jr. first manifested his powers. A group of locals bullies had attacked his illegitimate brother, and John had stepped in to stop them. One of the kids drew a knife when the fight started to become heated. In response, John's body forced the young Howlett into popping his claws. John Howlett chased off the bullies. Eventually Grandpa Howlett learned of the event. Deeming his son a 'demon' for his mutant powers, Grandpa Howlett paid off a group of local thugs to drown John to death.

James was devastated. His only brother, the only person who seemed to care about him, was dead. His parents were too busy fighting to notice that James had started sneaking out of the house, looking for the men who killed John. Eventually, Wolverine found them, and used his own claws to kill the murderers out of revenge. James later found out that his Grandpa had paid the gang to attack John, and confronted his grandfather. When Mister Howlett tried to hit Logan, the boy lashed out and killed his grandpa too. The town rallied together and burned down Elizabeth and John's estate, and forced Logan to leave because of his crimes and mutation. The child was forced to hunt for survival. He became adept at killing, both people and animals alike.

Eventually Logan met an Indian belonging to the Blackfoot Tribe. The Native American adopted the savage Canadian child, bringing Logan back to the tribe where Logan would spend the rest of his pubescent life. Among the Blackfoots, Logan learned how to hunt and live off the land. The natives accepted the boy as one of them, even going so far as to name Logan "Wolverine," after his strange mutation. While among the Blackfoot Tribe, Logan made friends with a pair of children, Rose and Dog. It was Rose who taught Wolverine the value of life, no matter where it came from. These teachings would later guide James on the path to good instead of evil. Dog taught Logan how to track. They would follow deer for miles through the woods, as silent as the darkness and swift as the wind. It was during these lessons that Wolverine's enhanced senses came into fruition. This is also where James met the first love of his life: Silver Fox, a beautiful Indian girl.

Here, with the tribe, James Howlett was happy. But it could not be so. A mysterious figure, Romulus, ordered Victor Creed to attack the tribe. The Blackfoot Tribe was slaughtered, and James would have died if not for his healing factor. Sabertooth dealt a powerful blow to Wolverine's head, causing James' memories to become fuddled and distorted. Knocked into a near feral state by his future archenemy, James traveled across Canada for the next seven years. He lived like an animal until he met an old miner named Smitty, who offered to take the boy in. James lived with Smitty until the start of the Great War.

Both Smitty and James (now going by the name Logan) joined up with the Canadian military when Britain joined the Great War. Smitty and James were separated when Wolverine (under the influencing hand of Romulus) was conscripted into the Devil's Brigade, a special forces/black ops group that didn't answer to the government. The brigade was led by one Silas Burr, who would one day become the mercenary known as Cyber. Romulus used the Devil's Brigade to fulfill his own agenda as the war progressed, and the brigade was sent to fight in Europe. At one point, the Canadian government attempted to arrest Silas Burr for war crimes he committed previously (namely, burning down a school full of German children) but Victor Creed appeared briefly and freed Cyber.

Wolverine was apart of a massive battle that occurred at Ypers, Belgium on April 15, 1915. It was here that Logan first encountered the forces of the Sentinel Order; a secret society made up of Germany's most rich and powerful, headed by the Trask family. Leading the Sentinels on the battlefield was a powerful angel named Azrael. Wolverine engaged Azrael in melee, and the two immortal warriors crossed blade and claws. The duel ended in the Angel of Death being sent back to whence he came, and Wolverine being cursed with eternal depression for as long as he lived.

After the Great War ended, Logan returned to Canada and lived alone until the next World War. When Hitler declared war on all of Western Europe, Logan once again joined the Canadian military. This time, Romulus did not have his puppet join the Devil's Brigade. Rather, Romulus had Logan placed in a unit assigned under Steve Rogers' command. So Wolverine teamed up with the original Captain America and his sidekick, Bucky Barnes. They were tasked with bringing down Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker and HYDRA, who were reportedly creating some kind of doomsday weapon. Logan and the Captain took down HYDRA and disabled the weapon before it was used, but Von Strucker escaped capture. Later, Wolverine was tasked with in infiltrating Mandipoor and freeing a group of children kidnapped by The Hand. Logan defeated The Viper and her ninja allies, freeing the children (one of which being a young Natasha Romanov) and bringing them back to Britain. During the war Logan encountered a vampire known as Bloodscream, an Asgardian troll named Roughouse, a mutant named the Silver Samurai, and even Nick Fury himself. Wolverine had been present in Nagasaki when the nuke was dropped on the city. If not for his healing factor, Logan would have died.

After the war ended, Logan decided to stay in Japan. He met a master martial artist and Samurai named Orgun, who offered to train Wolverine. Logan accepted, and the two worked together from dawn till dusk for years honing Logan's combat skills, but armed and unarmed. He also learned the code of honor that all Samuari followed, and took it up himself on Orgun's suggestion. Now knowledgeable of the code of Bushido, Logan found himself a home. It was then that he met a beautiful woman named Itsu, whom Logan started a family with. One day, while Logan was out training with Ogun, Romulus sent Sabertooth to murder Itsu and steal Wolverine's son, Daken. Devastated, James Howlett returned to Canada where he was brought on to the Weapon X Program by Romulus. Professor Thorton, Dr. Abraham Cornelius, and Carol Hines were brought in to examine the mutant. It was when The Professor discovered the extent of Wolverine's healing factor that he had the idea to cover his bones in Adamantium. The procedure would kill any normal human, and most superhumans, but with a healing factor like Logan's his body could fight off the Adamantium poisoning and keep him alive. Thorton's procedure was given the green light, and they proceeded to implant Wolverine with the Adamantium upgrades.

With that, Logan's superiors had his mind wiped once more and had Wolverine join Team X. Team X was a group mutants who worked as black ops special forces troops who did whatever Romulus told them to. No one knew exactly who Romulus was, but they knew that he was an ancient mutant with the ability to coarse animals to follow his bidding. The animal within Wolervine had betrayed him, and Logan was under Romulus' control for as long as his feral mind remained intact. For Logan to break free, he would have to acknowledge that he was more man than monster.

Team X consisted of Wolverine, Sabertooth, Maverick, John Wraith, Mastodon and later Deadpool, Lady Deathstrike and X-23. The latter three were all created using Wolverine's DNA and possessed various parts of Wolverine's mutation.

Team X operated during various wars and conflicts throughout the years. They battled the Sentinel Order's Asian division in Korea during the Korean War. When the Cold War began, Wolverine and Sabertooth were sent to Russia to locate a device capable of creating Carbonium, a metal similar to Adamantium but easier to synthesize, and less poisonous to humans when handled without the proper equipment. They encountered the agent known as Omega Red before escaping with the device and delivering it to Romulus. The team split up briefly when the Vietnam War began, with Wolverine sent to take down an out of control super soldier named Nuke. Logan succeeded in bringing the man down, and brought him back to Weapon X before being sent back to Vietnam. Wolverine continued to assassinate various politicians, generals and activists who stood in the way of mutant progress. Romulus' forces clashed with the Trask family and their Sentinel Order as history continued to move on, oblivious to the secret war occurring in the shadows.

Now it is 2012, and hiding their war is becoming harder and harder. The newest member of the Trask dynasty, Bolivar Trask, has taken over Trask Industries in America and started to work on the Sentinel program. Mutants are going missing every day, and Romulus believes Trask is somehow involved. So he was assigned Wolverine with the task of hunting down everyone involved in the scheme and bringing them to justice, freeing his mutant brothers and sisters in the process.

MUTANT ABILITIES/SKILLS: TOP SECRET

Powers

Bone Claws: One of Wolverine's mutations, Logan was born with six 12-inch long claws that he can protract and retract out of and into his forearm at will. When retracted, these claws are housed between the skin and muscles of his arms. When popped, the claws come out between the knuckles of Logan's hands and cut through the skin and muscle located there. These wounds are temporary thanks to Wolverine's enhanced healing factor, though it's still quite painful whenever Logan releases them. These claws, like the rest of Wolverine's bones, are coated in Adamantium and can cut through nearly anything.

Healing Factor: Another of Wolverine's many mutations, Logan possesses a powerful healing factor. This healing factor can repair Logan's body from nearly any injury, from anything as minor as a cut to complete and total vaporization. As long as a single cell remains alive, Wolverine can regenerate his body; combined with his Adamantium laced bone structure, Logan is effectively immortal. The time it takes Logan to heal depends upon the injuries he has sustained. Something like a small cut in his skin will heal in seconds. More complex structures, such as bones or organs, take minutes. If reduced to nothing but his Adamantium skeleton, it would take Wolverine anywhere from thirty to forty five minutes to regenerate back to full strength.

Superhuman Senses: Yet another of Logan's mutations, Wolverine's senses are far superior to those of humans and even animals. Logan can see for miles with perfect clarity in the dark. He can hear a pin drop from a mile away, if he focuses his hearing to their maximum strength. Logan has learned to control his hearing to keep it from being distracting. Wolverine can pick out scents from things that haven't been nearby in weeks, and is able to track them across continents. Combining all of his enhanced senses together, Wolverine is able to detect when a person is lying due to chemicals changes in their systems.

Super Strength: Thanks to his constant cellular regeneration and unbreakable skeleton, Logan has developed strength impossible for a normal human. Wolverine can bench press two tons, snap chains with his bare hands, and throw half a ton of weight across a room.

Super Speed: Similar to his Super Strength, Wolverine has used his mutations to surpass human limitations. Logan can sprint fast enough that he disappears from the human eye, and can effectively dodge bullets by following the gunman's hand and moving out of the way before the shooter's eyes register that Logan has, indeed, moved.

Enhanced Immune System: Logan's healing factor extends to protecting him from not only physical injury but also sickness and extreme weather conditions. Wolverine can hold his breathe for forty minutes before passing out. He can sleep in subzero climates completely naked.

Adamantium-laced Skeleton: The Weapon X Program has surrounded all of James Howlett's bones in the indestructible metal known as Primary Adamantium. Nothing on earth or beyond can bend or dent it. The only powers assumed capable of damaging Adamantium are cosmic forces like the Phoenix Force or Galactus. If this is the case, however, is not known for sure.

Martial Arts Master: When Logan was conscripted into the Weapon X Program, he had a number of martial art styles taught to him by the world's premier masters in the arts. Some of the styles Wolverine has mastered include: Jiu-Jitsu, Taekwondo, Silat, Kung-Fu, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, and American boxing. Logan Howlett is one of the most versatile martial artists on the planet, with the skill to go toe-to-toe with Captain America, Black Panther, and even the immortal Iron Fist. While not as technically masterful as those listed, Wolverine's powers make up for it in a fight.

SAMPLE STORY ARCS:

Enemy of the State: Wolverine has been brainwashed by the mysterious men behind the Weapon X Program, and tasked with the job of eliminating various enemies to mutantkind. Logan is forced to fight heroes and villains alike as he rampages across North America killing politicians, generals and activists in a quest that is not his.

Freedom: Howlett discovers that he has been brainwashed, and breaks free from the Weapon X facility. Wolverine spends this time tracking down everyone involved in the Program, trying to find out who he was before the Program got a hold of him and altered his brain.

Redemption: His memories now returned to him, Wolverine sets out to redeem himself of his past. Logan joins SHIELD and their fight against injustice as he desperately tries to forget the atrocities he was forced to commit. This is the time when he meets Xavier, and the X-Men.

Sample Post::

"My name's Logan Howlett. People call me the Wolverine. I'm the best I am at what I do, and what I do...isn't very nice." Logan was perched atop a gargoyle overlooking a nearby hotel. He'd climbed up the side of the cathedral earlier that day, and had been waiting up here for his target to return to his bedroom. While he waited, Wolverine liked to do these little recording. It kept the assassin sane at times like this; times when he was alone, moments from taking another life. It was funny. You'd think someone like Logan would have gotten over the whole fuss of murder a long time ago, with all that blood on his hands. But truth is? You never get over it. Poppin' the claws hurts every time.

"I've been tracking this guy, name's Henry Jenkins, for a couple'a weeks. S'pose to be some big shot in New York City's underworld. My handlers seem to think Mister Jenkins runs a Mutant Trafficking ring; one of the biggest in these United States o' America. He's staying in a fancy hotel downtown, waiting for a couple'a buyers from overseas to meet him there tomorrow. But he won't live to see tomorrow. 'Cuz he is gettin' a visit from yours truly."

Logan tapped on his ear, shutting off the recording device for the time being. He'd seen something. Wolverine brought a pair of futuristic binoculars up to his eyes, pressing one of the many buttons on the side. Logan's vision washed blue as the thermal visor came to life. Logan maneuvered the device around the hotel penthouse, watching the people inside. They were little more than blobs of yellow and red heat, but Logan compensated for that using his sense of smell. If he took a big enough whiff, he could pick out the individual smells from each and every person inside the hotel and outside on the streets. Logan could also smell the garbage truck turning the corner. And the hot dog stand on the sidewalk under him. "There ya are.." Wolverine muttered, watching the front door to the penthouse open. Four more shapes entered the apartment and made their way towards the dinning room. He could smell the target's sweat from here. That was definitely Henry Jenkins.

Wolverine pulled a grappling hook off his belt, before placing the binoculars back into his backpack. It wasn't elegant, but it worked. Logan pointed the piece of equipment at the penthouse, aiming for the roof. He fired it off, the hook flying through the air silently before slamming through the concrete and brick of the hotel roof. He tested the line for strength. Once Logan was sure it would hold all three hundred pounds of him, Wolverine secured his backpack to his back before jumping off the gargoyle and swinging across the street hundreds of feet in the air. For a second, Wolverine felt like he was Spider-Man; what with all the swinging across New York and such. But there wasn't time for such childish thoughts, so Logan set those aside and harnessed the animal inside.

The sound of glass shattering alerted the seven guards inside the penthouse to Wolverine's presence. They drew their sidearms, making their way towards the hallway where the sound had come from. The first one to get there was met with three claws through the skull. As Wolverine pulled the dead bodyguard off his claws, shoving him away with a kick to the dead man's chest, two more guards appeared from behind. They brought their guns up and opened fire, unloading on the intruder. Wolverine roared, flinging their buddy over his shoulders like he was filled with feathers. The three men collided and tumbled to the floor. Wolverine crossed the hallway in the blink of an eye, impaling both of the downed gunmen in their chests. More guards were approaching. Wolverine glanced at the ceiling. Perfect.

Two more guards walked into the hallway. They found their three comrades, dead. Stabbed to death. One of the thugs bent down to examine the dead for clues, while his partner watched his back. Suddenly a pair of clawed hands fell from the sky, stabbing into the bodyguard's shoulders. Logan dragged the screaming guy into the air, before tossing him out of the broken window. The guy screamed the whole way down. The second goon rolled around on the ground, moving to the wall as he looked around. Terrified. Panicking. Wolverine loved it. "W-Where are you?!" He screamed. "Here." The mercenary appeared in full view. Standing in front of the mercenary, was the Wolverine. Clothed in orange and black spandex, claws extending from his knuckles, Wolverine was a terrifying sight.

In the bedroom, the final two guards stood next to Henry Jenkins. Jenkins was utterly afraid, clutching his fat knees to his chest as he tried to prevent himself from fainting. There was a knock on the door. The guards brought their sub machine guns up to their hips, opening fire. "Stop!" Jenkins shouted. "Stop shooting, damn it!" The two goons complied, and their was nothing but silence as they reloaded their guns and waited. Then the door knob began to turn. Jenkins started screaming bloody murder as Wolverine opened the door and dashed into the room. Jenkins' bodyguards tried to defend him. They really did. But they couldn't even see their attacker, let alone have time to aim at him. Wolverine slashed both of their throats open, sending blood spraying across the bed room as they fell on the floor. Dead.

"P-Please don't kill me. I'll give you anything. Anything! Please!"

Wolverine grabbed Jenkins by his sweaty, grubby throat and slammed him against the wall. Jenkins started to cry, and pissed himself. Logan growled, placing his hand against Jenkins' chin. Two claws shot up, centimeters from hitting Henry. "You know where the third one's comin' up." Logan growled. "Tell me where the kids are, or I turn ya into a shish kabob." The guy nodded furiously. "49th and Roe. There's a warehouse on the docks. T-The kids are in the basement." Wolverine pushed harder against the guys chin, his last claw barely poking out. "NO! T-There's a dozen guards, all armed! A-And...And...A boat's comin' for them some time tomorrow." Logan wasn't satisfied yet, so he let the claw prick Jenkins' neck. "There's a hundred and twenty three kids down there, all mutants! From six to eighteen! They're suppose to go to Trask Industries in Boston. I was going to meet a representative from Trask tomorrow. That's all I know, I swear." Wolverine took a whiff of the child slaver. He was telling the truth. "See ya in Hell, bub. Say hi to Azrael for me." The final claw shot up into Jenkins' brain and out the top of his skull, killing him instantly.

"My names Wolverine. I'm the best I am at what I do, and what I do...I love ta do more than anything else in the world."

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

"I do care. Just not about irresponsible little shits who have everything they ever wanted and then decides to whine about it instead of manning up to their mistakes and improving."

Kid Krypto remained silent. There was no point in arguing with Accelerate. The speedster had made up his mind; Sentinel was his scapegoat now, no changing that. Still pissed Isaac off a bit, but he had passed the point of being angry about anything. He just wanted to go home. You just don't understand. Isaac thought. I don't have everything I ever wanted. All I've ever wanted was my life back. That one day I'd walk in the door and my mom would still be alive. That my dad would run into my arms, frantically apologizing for all he'd ever done to me. Then we would all go out and get icecream at the parlor down the street like we used to. That's all I want. Not power. I don't care about being faster than a speeding bullet, or more powerful than a locomotive. Being able to leap a tall building in a single bound is nothing compared to being able to leap into my family's embrace again.

Sentinel took off after Accelerate, his feet digging into the dirt and kicking up clumps of grass as he went. Isaac kept himself below the speed of sound, knowing full well that Luthor would be listening for something like that. Isaac promised himself he'd be better. That he would prove Rufus wrong. He could be a better man; Isaac knew it. You just have to try harder. Sentinel thought quietly. Heh. Who knew Rhea's advise would have such an impact on her teammate? After all, it was just one little line. One little sentence, meant to make a depressed Kryptonian feel better about himself. Now that little line has evolved into a lamp with which to light Sentinel's path. Isaac would be better. He promised himself, and everyone else, that much.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

@Nightrunner See ya around, Night. Obviously something happened behind the scenes I'm unaware of, but that doesn't affect (effect? I can never use those two words correctly) my opinion of you. Or something. That doesn't make sense.

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Live long and prosper.