Avatar of HenryJonesJr

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

Turtles post up!


Old Oscorp Warehouse
Brooklyn


"April, we're in position," Leo said as the Turtles overlooked the warehouse from across the street. Leo counted five of Hob's men on the roof. He turned to Donatello, "I guess we're going to find out if your program works Donnie.'

Donatello rubbed his neck while he fiddled around with the smartphone he had fashioned into his technology hub, "Yea, well, just remember, it may or may not cause the entire power grid to, well, explode. Hacking into it is probably the craziest thing I've ever done."

"Oh, great," Raph said, "that's the beginning to a wild Saturday night."

"Sorry you don't understand what a feat that is, Raphael," Donnie sighed.

"Yea, bro," Mikey popped in. "It's like the hardest, most boring video game I've ever seen."

"Can we focus, please?" April said over the comms.

"Right, sorry," Donnie apologize as he continued, "just configuring the GPS with the program. April, it should say it's ready."

"Yup. It says we're ready to go," she confirmed. "Should I initiate?"

"Go for it," Leonardo gave the order.

"And maybe have the fire department ready," Donnie added sheepishly.

April didn't responded from the lair while she initiated the program. Donnie had been working on it for months since they had emerged for the first time. Master Splinter had always told them "strike hard and fade into the night", but when they saw how bright the city was at all times, Leo realized they needed a contingency plan for times like this. If there was no night, they'd make their own. The program, codenamed Lightswitch by the brothers, was meant to make a portion of the city dark for as long as the Turtles needed it.

Suddenly, a wave of darkness wiped over the neighborhood they were currently in. The four brothers turned sheepishly to the rest of the city before breathing a sigh of relief as they saw the rest of the metropolis still had power.

As the men on the warehouse roof began to yell in panic, Leonardo said to his brothers, "Strike hard."

"And fade into the night," they responded in unison.

**********


As darkness closed around Old Hob, he knew the Turtles had come. Still, even he didn't expect them to knock out part of the power gird to get to him. He said to Angel over his shoulder, "Your reptile friends care enough about you for all this? Or maybe they're just that scared of me."

Angel spit blood at Hob's feet from the chair she was tied to, "Their gonna kick your ass, Hob. You still don't get it do you?"

"I get that I have the most powerful man in the city funding me and my men," the mutated alley cat smiled from underneath a hood. "I understand they don't have a chance against the fire-"

Gunfire from the floor below interrupted Hob who went right for his radio, "What happened!?"

"Dunno boss!" one of his men responded in a panic. "Some windows shattered, but no Turtles. Must have been a -mhmf!"

The man's voice is muffled as Hob can hear him struggle against a choke hold. The turtles were there, and it's clear his men weren't ready for them.

**********


They came through the sewers, but not before leaving Donnie outside to set a series of small charges on the warehouse windows. Leo knew Hob expected them to work top down. It's what they had done in most of their strikes since coming out of the sewers, so he wanted to switch it up to keep their enemies off balance.

Once the windows blew and the turtles heard the men above panic, they pushed through the grates that ran along the middle of the warehouse for drainage. Donnie had set the charges perfectly, and each group was distracted by a broken window with no intruder. The brothers moved as shadows towards the first ring of armed men that guarded the main floor. Around them Leo could see couches, beds, and crates of what he assumed were weapons. Hob's men were not only based here, it seemed like it was more of an army barracks. Kingpin clearly was preparing for a war.

When they reached their first targets, they threw them into specialized choke holds that Splinter had taught them. It incapacitated the target quickly and quietly, leaving them out from anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour. Once they were dropped, they moved to the next group, and then the next. Unfortunately, that one had already gotten on the radio to Hob, but Leo had to take him out anyway.

But that also tipped off Hob to what was going on.

"They didn't come through the windows you idiots!" his voice erupted over the radios. "They're behind you!"

In a flash Leonardo and his brothers drew their weapons. Their eyesight was still better attuned to the darkness than the thugs in Hob's gang, but those thugs still had highpowered rifles. If they managed to line up a shot it'd be the end of the turtles. Luckily they had taken out most of the men on this level, but more would come of course.

Leo sliced through a rifle that swung towards him. He could feel his brothers moving in unison with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied Donatello joining the fray through one of the windows. Their enemies, realizing that they'd just as soon shoot one of their number, they threw down their weapons and switched to hand-t0-hand combat.

That was a big mistake.

The four brothers, now free to go on the offensive, dropped into the training that they had spent their entire life perfecting. Donatello kicked off an opponent who stumbled back into Mikey. Mike threw his opponent over his head and into three other men, pancaking them. Leo saw an enemy approaching Raphael from behind and he called out, "Raph! Shellwich!"

Without waiting for the conformation from his brother, Leo vaulted himself backwards towards him. Raph readied himself, and the two crunched their enemy between their shells. Two other men rushed Leo with knives. He caught each with the guards on his swords, disarmed his opponents, and then delivered a roundhouse kick across both their jaws.

As the men dropped, Leo realized they had taken care of the first level, "Okay, we need to move quick and find Angel and get out of-"

He was cut off as a flaming arrows flew through the broken windows.

"Uhhhh...are those ours?" Mikey's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, Mike," Raph readied his weapons. "don't you remember setting up automatic firebows?"

"Raph and Mikey," Leo commanded. "Go find Angel. Donnie and I will deal with..."

From the windows poured in cloaked and armed ninjas. The Turtles' arch enemies had found them again, though Leo had no idea how.

"The Foot Clan."
Speaking of working adults where else is everyone at?

@HenryJonesJr@Byrd Man@Morden Man

As for myself; I've got three posts inbound at a relatively upcoming date.


I'm still here if y'all are. I thought it was dead
I should have posts up by Friday, if not earlier. Sorry for the delay.

Also...where is everyone else!?


| Identity |
Victor von Doom

| Origin & Backstory |

1968-1973: Birth and Exile


1975-1986: Love, Loss, and Science


1987: Mysticism and Hatred


1988-1991: Man in the Iron Mask


1991-2000: Consolidation of Power and Clashes with Fantastic Four


2001-2004: Superheroes and Changing Priorities


2005-Present: Change the Future


| Attributes |
Victor is one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world, rivaling even the Sorcerer Supreme Steven Strange. He was taught at a young age by his gypsy witch mother, and later completed his own training during his years of exile from Latveria. Even while he was honing his mind as one of the smartest men on the planet, Doom knew his mystical arts would be the key in achieving his goals.

Outside of the mystical arts, Victor is one of the finest scientific and strategic minds on the planet. The only man smarter, much to Doom’s chagrin, was Reed Richards. Doom’s vast intellect has allowed him to design his powerful suit of armor, which grants him enhanced strength, durability, various defense mechanisms, infrared and night vision, as well as multiple mystical properties, including splinters of the rumored True Cross.

As monarch of Latveria, Doom has diplomatic immunity and vast resources at his disposal.

| Character Notes |




| Character Goals |
Doom is possibly one of the greatest threats there is in comic books. As one of the few PC villains in the game, he’d be able to interact and interfere with any hero that happened to get in his way. I have, at the very least, one incredibly Doom-y arc that I’m going to start with, and see where it goes from there. Doom will believe he’s in the right in this game. He believes in the needs of survival over the needs of keeping people alive, and he’ll do whatever he needs to in order to reach his goals.

| Sample Post |

Fortress von Doom
Doomstadt, Latveria


The cold winds of Latveria swirled around the parapet as Doom surveyed his lands. Latveria was a gorgeous country, and Doom’s heard swelled with pride as he overlooked the gothic-styled city that was the beating heart of the country. The roofs of the city stabbed into the air like spikes waiting for the gods to fall on them, and behind the city the Doom’s Crest Mountains created a natural barrier that had protected this city from harm in nearly every major war. Doomstadt, and in all reality all of Latveria, was a natural fortress. It was this fact that allowed the country’s vast natural resources and ecological diversity to stay mostly intact throughout the centuries.

Doom smiled at the thought that this was now his. But not only his. The people of Latveria were once again under their own rule. True, he was their monarch, but he allowed them democratic elections for the senate. He listened to the officials when he agreed it was the best course of action. On top of that, he had other matters to attend to outside the running of the country.

“Lord Doom,” a mechanical voice said from behind him. Doom turned to face on of his many mechanica bodyguards and doubles, designated the Doombots. They were as advanced as any robotics on the planet, and were as deadly as nearly any fighting force. “Ambassador Gorzenko has reported back from the Latevrian League meeting. Everything went well, though you absence was noted.”

Doom nodded. The League had been invaluable to stabilizing the region he now more or less ruled. The Soviet rats that had grabbed power here as their ship sank had nearly ripped the region apart, and he and his allies had put it back together. Now they led Eastern Europe towards a golden age the region had never seen. The people were healthier and happier, their economies boomed, and their technological levels quickly were matching the rest of the west.

More importantly, however, their progress struck fear in the rest of the world. Fear kept people off balance. Fear blinded people. Fear allowed Victor von Doom to make his way towards his endgame. Most would see his plans as evil or disgusting. In reality, Doom knew it was necessary for humanity’s survival. They were on their way towards annihilation. They knew it not, but Doom had seen it, and he would not allow it to come to pass.

“What of the search?” Doom asked his mechanical servant.

“One base was discovered in the Alps, my lord,” the Doombot reported. “We can have a force ready to attack it in hours.”

Victor turned back to look over his city and seethed, “No. I shall do this myself. It has been too long since our enemies knew the wrath of Doom. Prepare three guards. I will leave at nightfall.”

Soon Doom would secure the first piece of his puzzle. After that, the rest of the pieces would fall into place quickly. In the end, Victor would have all he needed to do what needed to be done.
Okay, working on posts for my characters for this week. Will post the Doom CS over in the characters section
So am I good with Doom? Want to get some posting done tomorrow.
Modern Man, hope everything is okay and you're safe. That can't be a fun experience.

Also, my Doom CS is finally done.



Joey “Squeaks” Ramirez had been selling drugs in Brooklyn for a long time. He was good at it. There wasn’t much he was good at, but he knew he was damn good at pushing product. It kept him fed, it kept him in a comfortable house, and it kept the girls coming to his place happy. That’s all Joey really wanted in life. It was simple, but it was exciting. He had no love for the law. He liked breaking the rules. It was what he did.

Unfortunately for Joey, being good meant people knew who you were. It meant that if someone asked who pushed product for the Kingpin in the area, his name would be one of the first to come up in conversation. Which meant Squeaks was also a target.

On that night he had already been visited by several of his normal customers before ducking into an alleyway to toke up a bit himself. He strolled confidently into the shadows, and pulled a lighter from his pocket. As he put the joint in his mouth and sparked the lighter, a fist emerge through the small amount of light and struck him in the throat. Ramirez tried to scream, but the strike had stripepd his ability to do so. He tried to stumble away, but was pulled back into the darkness by his hood.

“Where is Old Hob!” his attacker snarled.

“I-I dunno man!” the drug dealer stammered in fear as he regained his ability to speak. Before he could yell, his attacker placed what he thought was a knife on his neck, keeping him from calling out. “I dunno. Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you if you stop lying to me,” the attacker growled. “You know where Hob is. He provides you with your product. Where is he?”

“Hehe,” a laugh came from the darkness. “Raph is doing his Batman voice.”

“Mikey, how could Raph even begin to guess what Batman sounds like?” a third voice asked.

"I mean it's probably not too hard to guess," the other retorted. "Grrr! I'm Batman!"

“Would you two shut up!” a fourth chastised the two newer voices.

“H-how many of you guys are there?” Squeaks asked.

“Ugh,” the fourth voice sighed. “Show him, Raph.”

Squeaks was spun around. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he found himself staring at four, giant, mutated Turtles. They must have been mutants, just like Hob. But they were outfitted with what looked like ninja weapons.

“Oh shit,” he muttered. “Listen, guys. He’ll kill me if he finds out I told you.”

“He won’t find out,” the turtle who seemed to be the leader responded. “We’ll make sure of that.”

“Plus, dude,” the one called “Mikey” added, “you really don’t have much of a choice. Let’s be real, right?”

“You are in a predicament,” the last one, clad in purple agreed.

“Fine, fine man,” Squeaks relented. “You know the old Oscorp warehouse? The one they don’t use no more in Brooklyn? Hob’s hid up there. Got his drugs, his weapons, his boys. All of it.”

“Thanks, kid,” Raph said as he knocked him out. “Guess we know where we’re going.”

“April,” Leonardo said into the comm, “did you get that?”

“Yea, Leo,” their ally responded. “I’m getting to work with Donnie’s program.”

“Good. Casey, you’re extraction,” the leader continued.

“What!? No! I want to fight!” the vigilante protested.

Leo knew how he felt. The Purple Dragons were like a surrogate family for Casey. They had always been there for him as he grew up in a rocky home, and seeing them decimated as they were tonight, he wanted revenge. But Leo knew what kind of trouble those strong emotions could do on a battlefield, not to mention the guns that Hob had.

“Casey, with that firepower I’m not taking the chance of getting you killed,” Leo insisted. “Be ready with the van. We’ll need a quick exit.”

“Yea, whatever,” Casey grumbled back.

Leonardo honestly hated that he had to keep Casey away while they went to save his cousin. But Leo wasn’t about to get his friend killed. Being the leader meant people weren’t always going to like your decision. Leo had gotten enough practice with that dealing with Raph all these years. Casey would get over it in time, and hopefully he would understand the decision in the end.

But Leo honestly couldn’t worry about that now. He and his brothers were about to enter a hornet’s nest, and the stingers in this one would be deadly.
First Avengers post up!

Turtles and Doom CS edits tomorrow.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet