Gowi

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

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March 20th, 2005

Chinatown, New York City (11:01 PM)

Well, that’s one way to close up the night— if it’s even over at this point. Was this what my brother dealt with every night of his life since he donned the mantle of the White Tiger? I’m not sure, but if it was then I don’t know how I’m going to be able to deal with the constance of this level of problems. Keeping the Bronx safe is one thing, but this is a completely different beast. I mean, I will have to and with allies like this Iron Fist I think I have a chance to get used to it; and there’s a lot that Iron Fist seems to know that I don’t based on our conversation leading up to this regarding his familiarity with our enemies. My brother didn’t have allies like this… maybe if he did I wouldn’t be here donned in ebony fighting ninjas and whatever the heck that was that I just humiliated.

I’m tired… no, exhausted— but I’m still standing. Which is more than I can say about Iron Fist. Maybe if he hadn’t screamed ‘KHAAAAAN’ like a cartoon character he’d have more energy… but then again he did release… what did he call it? Qi?

I look over to him.

“I'll just be a minute. Exploding a small army of kung fu demons off of a rooftop takes...considerable tolls.”

“I’m sure.”

“I would have been utterly overwhelmed without you.... I want to thank you. Especially since we got off on such a bad foot.”

Probably not the time to do this, but screw it.

“Heck of a night, though. What was it exactly that I was fighting?”

StarRiders: Hoshizora no Riders [Gowi, Tsukune]

Completely understandable. Honestly, it's nice to be RPing at a "your own pace" for once.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile - Knights of the Last Republic

Naat Reath was relieved, that much was for sure. Upon the sight of Charuri Rol she could feel the tension in her body pass upon the realization that it was friend and not foe that was with her in these tunnels— though for how long would that be true? How long would it be until the clone troopers would lay demolition charges and turn the ancient temple of Jedi into mass rubble. It would not be the first time that the order dealt with such tragic setbacks and Naat had to believe it would not be the last either. The Jedi Order would persevere, she was sure of it.

“I could ask you the same question.” Naat stated blankly as she withdrew her lightsaber.

It was a wise station to tactically retreat to after being overwhelmed by former comrades in arms, right? That’s what she figured when she descended into the tunnels with none but her lightsaber at her side, though she hadn’t figured out much more of a plan beyond this one as she felt herself at a loss for proper removal from the situation. Perhaps she figured the clone trooper’s would eventually catch up to her where she would perish in the last moments of the temple? Maybe. But with the sight of new, friendly, and familiar presences she figured that would not be ideal and that they needed to follow the proper course of action in a seemingly impossible situation like this; which would have been to escape to Coruscant’s undercity after exiting the temple and finding a way off-planet. But would it just be this? Would this be the only survivors she would know for the time?

She took a deep breath.

“After a failed ambush by former comrades, I figured this would be the tactical place to retreat before organizing an escape effort.”

She paused for a moment.

“It is good to see other jedi though, the loss of life has been too great as it stands.”

Wasn’t that the truth? She’d been too lost in despair before now that she had not been thinking correctly and letting her emotions take precedence as they overtook her body and mind. Her masters had taught her better than that, they did… but still she couldn’t help to stop the melancholy when the suffering was too great. How was it that she could rush into a battle unafraid and centered yet a siege like this, betrayal or not, could dissemble her so easily? Perhaps it was something to dwell on through meditation later; but for now it was more important to be composed and let the past be buried even if it was all so recent.

Wink Murder

Yeah, I'm about too. But it's not like we have a lot of depth conversations going in here, haha.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

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March 20th, 2005

Chinatown, New York City (10:59 PM)

There’s no more dialogue, no more banter— only the clashing of fists and claws. I’m so involved as my body strikes fast and hard against the creature before me and my adrenaline and excitement feels like it is on fire. I’ve been in distraught combat scenarios before, and whilst I’ve never dealt with something “supernatural” or “mystical” as far as I know I do know about distraught scenarios where I’ve felt overwhelmed. But despite the overwhelming sense of combat before me I don’t feel the fear of death; but maybe that’s because of the taste of combat or the adrenaline of the moment… or even something completely unknown to me. What I do know though is that it is amazing. I’m so into the moment time has slowed to a crawl for me as the snarling beast fighting me doesn’t scare me anymore… all of it is so instinctive now and it feels like pure bliss.

The force of the beast hits my body and I feel my body get flung across the rooftop and collide with what must be a smokestack. Normally that would knock the wind out of me, but as my body collides my next response is instant as I jump on to my feet and then back at my enemy with no blaring pain in my body, which is pretty weird and makes no sense. But then again a lot of right now doesn’t make a lot of sense between the enemy coming down on me, the humming feeling in the air, and the whole “ninjas vs demons” kind of appeal to the point I feel like I’m in a old Hong Kong blockbuster from the mid-seventies… or a cartoon from the nineties. I guess I can relate more to the latter than the former. What a stupid thought to be having during a fight...

“Tch. Is that it? Where’s that power you’re supposed to have?! And you think you can defeat Iron Fist?”

I taunt as a loud ‘SNAP’ leaves the body of my enemy as I throw it down to the floor of the rooftop. There’s a howl of pain that echoes out of their gaping voice but no snarling mention of “the blood of Rand-Kai” for once. Speaking of that, why did it keep referring to Iron Fist as such?

And why does the name sound familiar to me?

“YOU DAAAAAAR-”

THNK!

The beast’s threat is cut short as I throw him into a bundle of the other enemies that had gathered on an adjacent rooftop in front of Iron Fist. I jump over to the rooftop, glaring down as under my mask I’m smirking.

“I dare.”

Putting my hands on my hips, I get ahead of myself a little bit.

“Give up, yet?”

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

Yeah, that looks kosher to me.

EDIT: OH BTW THAT OCTOBER JOB WENT REALLY BAD.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Will have to get rolling here again after I've caught up with my own RP.

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

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M A R K T W A I N}

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N E W Y O R K C I T Y - U N I T E D S T A T E S

“Do you want ants, Hank? This is how you get ants!”

“You just said…” Hank’s smile grew before suddenly he just lost it.

Maria Trovaya had no idea why Henry “Hank” Pym Jr. had just bursted out in laughter, making her feel like a damned idiot in the process. Maria’s brows narrowed and her cheeks rose in agitation as she slammed her foot down in Hank’s apartment in New York City trying to stop his childish outburst. The apartment was not particularly lavish and it was only accented by her frustration of how her supposed boyfriend was keeping his apartment; open containers of sugar on the floor, a broken sink that he still hadn’t gotten to, and various other issues that just pointed to the man’s lack of giving a shit entirely.

“...I’m sorr—” Hank let out an exhausted chuckle.

“Augh! You’re impossible, Hank!”

SLAM!

“...Maria. Oh shit.”

Hank ran the palm of his right hand of his face; he was such an idiot sometimes. The twenty-four year old knew that his girlfriend was going to be pissed with him and probably for more than a standard business week. He shook his head, that was the kind of shit that got him in trouble with his sister when they were younger-- one stupid joke led to one swift punch and Hope knew how to throw punches. His girlfriend however was less of the hitting type to tell him he was an idiot and more of the ‘I’m going to leave and not talk to you for a week because I think you laughed at me and thus belittled my entire existence’ type. Honestly after this relationship he found his sister so much more endearing. Definitely preferred the punching.

He took another breath as he turned to his kitchen as he tapped a small watch on his wrist.

“You can come out now, she’s gone.” He muttered as a small group of ants emerged from their hiding places.

Well, his girlfriend was kind of right about the whole ants thing. Sort of.

KNOCK KNOCK!

“Huh? She’s never gotten over something this fast before…”

Without thinking about the ants he went to open the door and a face he didn’t recognize looked down at him as a woman tattered in uniform and a badge stood in the hallway of his apartment at the foot of his door. What was interesting about her though was the badge, it stood out to Hank after dealing with several paperwork with his father as well as his own misadventures in Europe; a badge that belonged to an agency of great note— one he recognized. SHIELD.

“Henry Pym Jr. I presume?”

Hank could feel his throat swell and his heart tick. “No, I’m Tony Stark. He lives a few doors down, you can’t miss him.”

“Very funny. But we need to have a conversation. About Ant-Man.”

Hank could feel his nerves twist as he walked forward, closing the door behind him. Normally a person would slam the door on the government agent if they were nervously in the same situation yet he did rather the opposite. He bit his lip as he decided how best to handle the situation presented to him. Perhaps locking him out of his apartment wasn’t the smartest of steps but then again this government agent in front of him looked like she could kick open a shitty apartment door open with little effort. Which brought him to his current thought: how the hell did the government find him out? Sure, “Ant-Man” had gotten a bit of publicity after the incident but it wasn’t like his identity was out there.

“Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag, huh.”

“Not yet. I’ve been asked to retrieve you, you’re needed.”

“You guys could’ve called, you know.”

Pym chuckled before he took a breath.

“Well, I have jack and crap to do today anyway. Let me grab my things, Agent-?”

“Laskov. Apologies, priority makes me forget about formalities.”

“Right.”

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

Sep says I should post or something. To the writing board.

Please Excuse Me

25 days is a short hiatus, if you ask me.