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Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Superman and Shaw posts up tomorrow.

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

Xavier's School for Gifted Youths
Westchester County, NY

Logan leaned against a tree, looking over the school grounds as he smoked his cigar. This was the closest the Professor would let him smoke, but he liked it out here. It was peaceful, and he could watch over the kids just fine from back here. Logan saw it as watching over his flock. If the old Logan could see him now, he'd probably have plenty of things to say to the current Wolverine. But Logan was happy. He finally had a family again, and this one he'd protect until it killed him. The mistakes of the past still weighed heavy on his mind, but he was working on making up for it.

"You know that's bad for you, right?" Jean's voice announced herself as she climbed up the hill Logan was perched on. She had grown into such an outstanding young woman that Logan often had to catch himself from beaming at her. He knew it embarrassed her. But he considered her her daughter, and she considered him her father. It was his job to embarrass her.

"Kid," he sighed, "I've been smokin' 'em for over a hundred years. If they were gunna kill me, they would have."

"Yea, well, Professor X says you set a bad example of the kids," Jean took a seat next to him. "They all think it looks cool."

"Anything I do looks cool. I can't help it," he chuckled gruffly.

The next few moments go by without a sound, other than the breeze running through the tree on the hill. Sometimes Logan wished he was the one that could read minds, especially when it came to Jean. She hadn't been herself for months, ever since Scott jumped ship. Summers was always sketchy, or at least Logan always thought he was. But even Wolverine was surprised when he turned and went with Magnero. Just thinking about it almost made his claws pop. Jean took it even harder, though. The two of them were close, too close. She still believed Summers could be saved and brought back. It was naive, Logan thought, but who was he to crush her hopes.

He just wished he could make it easier for her someway.

"So how are classes going?" he finally tried to break the silence. She was taking graduate level courses through the school and online, hoping to become a lawyer.

She looked at him with a funny, "You're a teacher. You talk to the Professor every day. You know how I'm doing."

"I wanted to hear it from you," he shrugged.

"I'm doing fine," she responded nonchalantly. "It would help if we weren't flying all over the world trying to stop supervillains."

"Well, that's the life we lead," he said. The X-Men had been abnormally busy since the return of the Brotherhood, not to mention the Purifiers coming after mutants yet again. Their people were under more fire than they had ever been before, but Logan and his team were there to protect them. Half the team was still incredibly green, but they were doing their best.

"You ever think we won't have to fight again?" Jean asked, putting her head on his shoulder. He never realized how fights weighed on those that weren't born into a life of conflict. Jean was never meant for this life like he was. The question was one he didn't know how to answer. Wolverine was a fighter. He was a warrior. He had killed more people than Jean had probably ever met. There probably wasn't going to be a time where he wasn't fighting. But he hoped there was sometime she wouldn't be.

"I hope so, Red," he comforted her. "I hope so."

That hope was for her, of course. He held none for himself.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Definitely approved, Bounce.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

It's all good man. I'll clear the Ultra/Superman fight with my next post so you're clear when you get back.

Ultimate Comics: DC - Shadows Among Us

An incredibly crappy Green Arrow debut post up, but I needed to get one out.

Ultimate Comics: DC - Shadows Among Us

One Month Ago
Star City Memorial Hospital
Star City, CA

Everything hurt. When he took a breath, it hurt. When he attempted to shift his weight in bed, it hurt. When he ate, it hurt. Hell, he even felt pain when he was asleep, if that was even possible. The beating that had been put on him by Danny "Stonewall" Jackson, Count Vertigo's right-hand man, had been savage and brutal. If it wasn't for the arrival of his police detective ally John Diggle, Oliver would probably be dead right now. Luckily he had tipped Diggle off as to where he was going to confront the count. John brought back up, but managed to get Oliver out of the situation before the other police, who were still looking to arrest the Green Arrow, could get him. Diggle created a cover story that Oliver had been mugged to cover for the beating.

The fact that Oliver had been at the free clinic which he set up in the Glades, underneath which lay his secret lair, got the story past his mother. His sister Mia, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. Speedy had been suspicious after her drug dealer was put away hours after she had nearly ODed. Ollie's change of attitude towards partying and her troubled ways were also a red flag to her, considering he had been as bad, or worse, as her before.

Ollie knew she was catching on to him, but he didn't care. She was cleaning her act up. If she managed to figure him out, he'd at least be happy his sister was safe again. That's all that mattered.

"So you really can't remember what the guys looked like," she asked, finally looking up from her phone.

"No."

Christ, even talking hurt.

"Good thing the cops have set up a perimeter around the clinic," she said sarcastically. "Wouldn't want it to happen again."

"Do you have a problem?" Oliver asked, the annoyance showing in his voice. "Last time I checked, getting almost beaten to death was cause for pity."

Leaning back in her chair, she shrugged, "I dunno. Your new 'defender of the little man' crusade makes me wonder if you went looking for this."

"Mia," he laughed, wincing in pain, "there's is no way I went looking for this."

"Maybe you just suck at fighting," his sister winked.

"Thanks, Mia," Oliver smiled. The relationship between them was the best now then it had ever been. Mia was getting clean, and Oliver was making sure that happened. It was the one good thing in his life since returning from the island. Hell, it was probably the best thing in his life before that too. "Now I think I need to get some sleep."

They said their goodbyes, and once she was gone Oliver stood, hobbling to the window. He was healing quickly thanks to how great shape he was in. Once he was ready, he was going back after Vertigo and Jackson.

And this time he'd be ready.

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

New York General Hospital

Landing on the top of the parking garage across from the hospital, I take a moment to look over the scene. From the looks of things, the building's already been evacuated. The crowd of onlookers behind the police barriers is heavy, the mass of humanity pressing up against itself to get a better look at what they must think of as the freak inside. Sand is strewn around the building, no doubt coming from the criminal still held up within. I don't know what happened to Marko, but I have to believe he didn't deserve this. He's a criminal, sure. But he is also a pawn in this game. He was a pawn for Tombstone, he was a pawn for Harry, and now he is a pawn for someone else. That much is obvious. Unfortunately, that also means I have to take the man down again.

Oh well, some people never learn.

Next to the hospital is a construction site where they're adding a new wing onto the building. Aunt May has been talking about it for months, and I have been doing research of my own. The wing iss going to be funded by Oscorp as a teaching hospital for ESU and NYU to share From the looks of it, all the dirt and sand has been stripped from the area, meaning Marko can call more of the stuff to him. Isn't that fun?

Before I can swing into action, my spider sense draws me to someone approaching from behind. Spinning around, I'm greeted Captain George Stacy, Gwen's father and one of my allies on the police force, "Thought you'd show up sooner."

"Well, you know how it is. News says there's a criminal made out of sand, and you just need to make sure you're looking and smelling your best for the new freak in town," I quip flippantly. "We established freaks have a reputation to live up to."

"You ever gonna stop with the jokes?" the captain of the NY MCU asked, taking a long draw from his cigarette.

"You ever gonna stop doing that?" I shoot the smoke out of his hand with some webbing.

Shooting me a sideways glance before lighting up another stick, he mutters, "You know how much these things cost in New York?"

"The kids at my high school get them easy enough. Maybe you can bum a few off them?" I smile under my mask. Captain Stacy always gives me crap when I come pick up Gwen. It's fun to give it back to him in this setting without him knowing who I am.

"You're making me reconsider the whole 'not arresting you thing'," George sighs before getting down to business. "There are a few doctors in there. Nurses and patients are all out."

I try to keep in my sigh of relief. At least I don't have to worry about saving Aunt May tonight.

"Any idea what floor the hostages are on?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at the hospital. It seems early quiet and calm now. Other than the loud murmur from the mass of humanity below, there didn't seem to be a sound in this part of the city.

"None. We sent men in a little while ago. They said it was like a constantly changing maze in there," Stacy says, obviously frustrated. "Bastard created a sandstorm every five feet before he spit my men back out on their asses."

"Terrific," I say, swinging towards the building.

I fly through a window that must have been blown out earlier, landing softly inside, sliding a bit on the sand strewn around the floor. A fine dust hangs in the air, and I cough slightly in it. The mask does an okay job of filtering the air, but it's still slightly irritating. The interior of the hospital iss quiet as a tomb aside from my shuffling feet in the sand. It is that uncomfortable silence before the storm, and I don't like it one bit.

As I slink down a hallway, the sound of shifting sands stand the hairs on my neck up. I spin around, but find nothing behind me that looks out of place. I keep moving, but a wall of solid sand stands in my way at an intersection. I take the way that is open to me, heading deeper into the center of the hospital. As I pass by two elevator shafts, my spider sense explodes in warning. I dive out of the way of streams of sand that burst from the elevator doors, which then rip apart the facing wall.

"This is spooky as hell," I grumble to myself as I proceed. "Where are you leading me, Marko?"

I continue traversing this labyrinth the one-time petty criminal set up for me. He springs traps and sets up roadblocks now and again, but it seems like he's more worried about slowing me down than stopping me. Finally making my way to the only door I can go through, I open it and enter into what seems to be the hospital's central atrium. But instead of planets, windows, and people, all I see is a giant, swirling sand mass. From it appears what looks to be a cage made of dust, and inside are four very frightened doctors. Directly above that, the sand begins swirling and shifting, transforming into the face of Flint Marko.

"Here I am, Marko," I open my arms, presenting myself to the criminal. "You got what you wanted. Let the doctors go."

"Why should I, webhead?" he chuckles in a deep, booming voice. "You always beat up on me when I didn't have any powers. Why can't I do the same to these guys? These guys who couldn't help me."

"You're not a killer, Marko," I plead with him. "You may not be a good guy, but you're no murderer."

"You know somethin, bug? You're right," he admits as the doctors' cage turns into a hand which deposits them outside, behind Flint. "I ain't got no reason to kill them."

I flip back as my spider sense explodes, barely getting out of the way of another fist made of sand. I don't even land as a funnel of the granules closes around me, attempting to crush me like the spider I am.

"But you? I got plenty a reasons to kill you."

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Liking the direction with M'gann.

1/2 done a Spidey post. Will be completed tomorrow.

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

DeathstrokeSW said
Can you go in depth with his power or can I change it to heat vision?

Do you want to play the character for the powers or for the character? If it's the former I'd say it's probably not a good idea.

All-Star Marvel: Age of Heroes

DeathstrokeSW said
Well, it's resemblent of heat vision. I don't know exactly how it works though.

It's a concussion beam. No heat. Just force.