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Camp Athens - Closed

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He watched as the second man approached.

“So, how about you? Looking forward to this training tomorrow, or nervous?” He had returned conversation to Leo.

It was a calculated response. The man making his approach was one of a half dozen that Pallas had earmarked as 'possible' for the new leader position, he'd overheard mumblings of. Let him overhear conversation and give him an opportunity to speak up himself if it were true. Or possibly leave a visual cue through his body language.

"I got here this morning and have been enjoying the party." Leo asked after finishing off his water. "To be honest about it, I do not know how I feel about training tomorrow." Leo looked, uncertain, and this reflected in his tone.

"Apparently, we are getting a new leader and I have no idea who that is or how they operate." Leo sighed, "I am just not sure what to expect here and if this party is going to be the last one for a long time." He chuckled to himself, "I will probably be fine given how strong I am and how I work out."

Pallas smiled to Leo, before turning those eyes onto the newcomer. He was slightly worried that the reference to the new leader may have been laying it on too thick.

If he were the leader himself, he might stay silent and wait to see what others had to say about him.

But then maybe he'd respond to the confident comment on his strength.

"What about you?" Leo now asking the questions. "How do you feel about the new leader and training tomorrow?" Leo had a curious look on his face as he studied Pallas.

A direct question. Too much now. He turned from watching the newcomer with his mostly open shirt, even in the snow, and gave full due respect to Leo and his response.

"Only just got here. I'm in no position to have any opinion on the leadership here; past, present or future."

Then he ran an eye over the entire camp, taking everyone on into his consideration, in full view of the pair of men at the campfire.

"I'm stone cold sober, and have no intention of changing that. I think I might be the last one here I'd be concerned about." He smiled a wry grin. He suspected there might be a few people puking their guts up tomorrow from the effort, if they don't finish their night doing that first.

Who knows though, maybe they had a divine ability to hold their liquor.

Pallas wouldn't know in his own case. He'd never touched a drop. And his comments on his own sobriety didn't even begin to cover just how much he intended to stay that way.

He knew his own strengths. Mental acuity. That which rested between his ears. He had no intention of ever doing anything to disrupt the one thing he had going for him in this place.

The bar, the vine and the goddess of love's kids.

Anything that could addle the mental. Frankly the thought of them scared the Hell out of him. He spent his first few passes trying to take note of potential candidates for those legacies. As well as possibles for the children of his mother's rival - Poseidon. One such candidate was sitting at this very bonfire.

Pallas himself didn't hold grudges like that, but he'd be remiss to not consider the possibility that they might come bringing baggage from their parents.

As if on cue, Leo addressed the elephant in the room.

"Oh yeah, one thing. I should ask, since we are both going to be asked this, since we are both new here. Who is your godly parent? Mine is Ares," Leo saying it with a bit of anger, as if Pallas needed the further emphasis. "Who is yours?"

"Oh. Athena. My Mom's Athena." He couldn't find a way to turn and face the unspoken third seated on the other side of them without it looking weird. Possibly even confrontational - which would be the worst possible thing. So he rocked back in his chair enough that he'd have an angle to see him coming if he did make any kind of move.

He had his doubts. But he also knew enough to have his head on a swivel. And without confirmation, and with his own suspicions, he couldn't say for certain what would happen.

"So I guess in our own way we're both a couple of kids of war gods." He shrugged, a smirk on his face that saw the humour in the connection.

"How 'bout chu?" He addressed the unspoken third, feeling the conversation had opened up enough to common ground that he could bring him in and get SOME KIND of answer out of him. He suspected he was someone of a similar mindset to socialising. The sands of Pallas' social hourglass were rapidly draining, he wasn't accustomed to putting himself out there and being sociable in a setting like this. He generally skipped parties back home, and cut out early if he was forced to make an appearance. So his patience for getting these answers was wearing thin.

"What's your story?"

Turning to wait for his response, Pallas immediately saw where he had erred.

"Hmm..? Uh, Poseidon."

He hadn't been paying attention at all.

Well... ask a stupid question.

This was not a person plotting the downfall of the son of Athena. This was a person who was... not all there right now. That mind was miles away.

"Right."

This is why I'm steering clear of the bar, the vine and the kids of the goddess of love...

Pallas tried to gather himself and get what little juice remained from his social battery. And turned back to Leo.

"So... you sound none too pleased about being the son of Ares. Anything particular happen there, or should I not ask?"

^{interactions ....|.... Leo, River ............... mentions ....|.... Nil ............... collabs ....|....}

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Waiting to hear back from @Bounce to get a sense of what I can do in terms of a role for present day Namor in this bad boy... but I'll work within whatever he allows anyway...

So without further ado...

The Sentinel of Liberty!

C A P T A I N A M E R I C A
C A P T A I N A M E R I C A

^{"Through all the long years... through all the bloody wars I've seen... one truth still rises above the rest! Freedom never come easy. And death... death is never fair."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Steven Rogers _________________________________________________________ Undefined (Date of Birth: 07/04/1918) | Single _________________________________________________________ U.S. Army / S.H.I.E.L.D | American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ ABILITY * Absolute Peak human across the board due to the Super Soldier Serum. * Agelessness. Steve Rogers was medicated with an elixir in Granny Goodness' Orphanage that cursed him with the inability to die from the natural aging process. This was designed to rob his mind of the hope for death to bring him sweet release from the interminable torture he would be made to endure. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TOOL The Shield - Two and a half feet in diameter, weighing twelve pounds and comprised of an unbreakable vibranium/proto-adamantium alloy. Perfectly balanced, and seemingly able to absorb everything and anything. Sidearms - Twin M1911A1 Colt .45 pistols. Regular issue from his WWII days in the U.S. Army. Generally remain holstered. Armour - Steve Rogers wears a unique kevlar-weave highly durable chainmail which is too heavy and expensive for common regular usage. It provides high level protection to most conventional forms of attack. Steve also carries a small utility belt with mission specific tools and ordnance, and a S.H.I.E.L.D issued communication device (smart phone) of Stark design which he is still coming to terms with, and jokingly refers to as 'Motherbox'. Nobody else gets the reference. - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ SKILL Yes. - Dude... it's Captain America. He's ridiculously skilled across the board. If it's a thing that can be done, he can probably do it. Except for program a VCR. Because he wasn't on earth when VCR's were prominent. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TALENT Artist - Steve Rogers is a naturally gifted artist. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Sentinel of Liberty! Captain America's tale has spanned for almost a hundred years. Steve Rogers, rejected by the US Army during World War II as a sickly, weedy lad, was accepted upon recommendation by Dr Abraham Erskine for Project Rebirth. The singular successful administeration of the Super Soldier Serum of the doctor's own design, and became the recipient of a unique prototype shield, comprised of an alloy which included a rare element of which limited knowledge existed at the time. 'Captain America fought alongside his partner James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes and the Invaders - a group formed to take down the worst of the Axis forces, comprised of the synthetic human android 'Jim Hammond' who would burst into flames when exposed to oxygen, his young orphaned human ward Toro the Flaming Boy with his circus background, and Prince Namor the Sub-Mariner of little known Atlantis who joined the allies after Nazi divers were found encroaching on soverign Atlantean territory. They cut a path through to Germany, seeking to bring an end to the Reich and Hitler's rule. Hitler spun off an 'unconventional armourment' division of the Nazi war machine, under 'Hydra' their efforts had many faces. With Joseph Goebbels in charge of the forward facing propaganda machine and 'Public Enlightenment', numerous Generals in charge of conventional warfare and stretching and spreading the Allied forces, it was Johann Schmidt who was left in charge of finding a final solution that would bring a swift and decisive victory to Hitler and the Reich. As the Allied forces battered against the Nazis, Hydra became more desperate, seeking solutions less from technological and innovate leaps in science and more into strange new places in the occult. Delving into dark, forbidden and oft forgotten lore of old gods and new. The final month must have seen some kind of impressive breakthrough, as strange and fantastic new technology and weaponry flooded the final German lines as the forces had all but converged on Berlin. Schmidt fled to Eagle's Nest - Hitler's holiday home high up in the Bavarian Mountains thirty kilometres south of Salzburg. Conventional troops remained and maintained their action, striking against Berlin in what would be Hitler's last days, whilst Captain America and the Invaders - more adept at dealing with his unconventional tactics and resources - followed the wily Schmidt, who by this time had become known as Codename: Red Skull in communications. Eagle's Nest proved treacherous. The Kehlsteinhaus was highly defensible, perched upon a sub-peak of the perilously armed Hoher Göll, Hitler's 'holiday home' was commissioned by the Nazi Party and furnished for official and social functions. But the Allies had it surrounded as they scaled, so the only formal diplomatic meeting Schmidt could possibly hope to engage in was one with Steve Rogers fist. Surely. The winds and snow proved difficult for Hammond and Toro to overcome. It even managed to slow Namor, previously thought to be a tank of immense power, as his path were met by scores of armourments fit for purpose in targeting the haughty Prince. Rogers even saw Bucky Barnes fall by the wayside, disappearing down the snow covered slopes away, echoing calls fading into the abyss. Captain America became more determined to see that the losses earned on this day would not be in vain. Finally breaching the premises, Captain America found the trimmings and decor to be overly furnished. Even for Nazi top brass. This was waiting for someone or something. It was laid out for a state visit. It reeked of an ambush. And of course Schmidt met the drama of the situation. His voice echoing through the hall. The spiel, the strength of blah-bla-blah. Schmidt liked to talk. Rogers had lost too much to talk. The two men pulled sidearms. Rogers struck first and true. But he could have sworn he heard laughter along with the final rustle, emanating from the Red Skull. And then the sound. BOOM! Well before the sight. It was all encompassing. From everywhere all at once. He was in the middle of it. And then he found himself in a space between places. Looking up at the darkest of all visages. Darkseid is. A suitable name, for one who would come to represent the sum of all fears. This being controlled all in his domain under a totalitarian rule that could only have been the true aspiration of Schmidt and those he'd been fighting all these years. Rogers was whisked away to the Pits. To 'The Orphanage', which was either a torture chamber, a 'rehabilition center' or a breeding ground for all the darkness of one's soul. Here he was to undertake a pattern of being broken and reassembled and broken again, physically, mentally and spiritually until he would no longer be able to see the joins or cracks evident of the fact he was once a different being, before he could finally be put to use as an ever-obedient tool for the use of 'Granny Goodness' and Lord Darkseid. Here in this place where the passage of time had no meaning and hours and centuries had no meaning. For in a place without time, how could hope exist? A second Rebirth to have him born anew as a being with no self beyond the whim of Darkseid. Or at least that was the plan. Having been given an elixir which would prolong his life to match the interminable term of his duration, a man who had been cursed to never know complete death, was gifted his own life back once more. By a man called Scott Free. A daring and miraculous escape, utilitising all of the tools at his disposal - motherbox, his aero-discs and the wonderful Multi-cube soon gave new meaning to the Sentinel of Liberty who once again had found his freedom, even from the darkest pits of despair. 'Mister Miracle' as he announced himself, had heard tell of a captive from one of Darkseid's interests, a strange world now on the scope of the Master of Darkness, He of the Omega Sanction. Moving against Darkseid cost him a valuable asset, Big Barda - one of Granny Goodness' own Female Furies - who had been providing intelligence on the movements of the forces of Apokolips. She had to be removed from her place for her own safety. Not that she seemed to mind, she seemed somewhat taken with the idea of instead fighting by Scott Free's side, rather than working and worrying about him from her post. Captain America was boom tubed back into our world. A new world, of lattes and laptops. Of sushi and streaming. A world of prolonged peace. And compromise in the interest of maintaining such a prolonged peace. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm bringing a global Captain America to the game. One who operates on the global sphere, wouldn't think that needs to be said, but a lot of the times in these games Captain America gets stranded on home shores defending the nation, when I think he's best suited away from home where his movements are less prone to politicisation by domestic elements. On foreign shores, he's trusted by the people to be acting in American interests, and in the case of this RP those interests will mostly be in protecting liberty and freedom from tyranny and justice at length. Hopefully by actually stating my intent, I can live up to it and keep him working on that level mostly. This is a Captain America who saw the rising spectre of fascism both abroad, and attemtping to take hold with fifth columnists at home. He's seen how darkness can look to take grip. He's also witnessed Apokolips. Where such darkness and tyranny is absolute, in true totalitarianism. He's well versed in the fragility of liberty, freedom and the intrinsic value therein. Not just in seeing how it can slide away, but how hard it can be to penetrate the darkness once it's truly able to take hold.

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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Time to go old school and no images, just text.

@Lord Wraith

"And then Captain America threw a table at the Red Skull."

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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Well, we now seem to have a Wonder Woman and a Hulk.

Now we just need a Cap, an Iron Man, and some Fantastic Four members to have all the major players.

Edit: And Flash. Can't forget Flash

@Cyrania

See if I can't get that Cap done tonight...

Camp Athens - Closed

"You know me so well," She twirled the glass in delicate fingers, watching the golden flakes swirl in their float, whilst Baxter waited for her review in keen anticipation.

"You’re also trying to get me fucking hammered," she accusingly teased before bringing the brim of the glass to her lips for the taste which would end his pique his suspense. "You planning on taking advantage of me, Baxter?" There was a devious glint in her eyes as she spoke. One which suggested that may well not be the balance of power presently taking place.

He met it with a playfully dramatic look of shock at the accusation, grasping his chest in his open shirt.
"Not at all. Just trying to make your night." Again, blissfully oblivious to the dual connotations of his words.

"It's a party. And people should find their pleasure." She gave him another glint-filled look over her glass at his choice of words, unable to respond presently with her mouth full, but doing better at holding her form under the conditions than Nate had.

"Oh, wow." Her eyes went wide as the taste matched his words in audacity, distracting her from more lewd response. She met his gaze from across the bar. "I probably should have started my night with that."

Another glowing review, made him relieved before his head once again bopped to music unheard.

"Do you have a killer hangover remedy in that crazy head of yours?" she teased.

"I have one..." He smiled and moved in closer conspiratorily, about to reveal a juicy secret to a new kindred spirit of the party.

He put both of his hands up, palms out, as if he was about to perform a magic trick and displaying he was keeping nothing hidden. Then whilst holding his left hand up, as if suggesting the party girl wait and watch, he took his right hand and mimed twisting a knob in the air counter-clockwise.

A knob that incidentally, would have been suggestively similarly sized to the namesake nipple he'd given her friend just before.

As his hand turned, he winced and cringed slightly from the lights, his head clearly feeling the change from years of cumulative hangover - or he was one Hell of a dramatic performer.

Before he stopped, unable to take the discomfort any longer and turned it way back clockwise once more. A hair of the dog, and then some.

"I say no to sobriety." He explained his own personal hangover cure of choice.

"A bloody mary in the morning works too, though..." He offered, as his own form of medical advice.

"Or if you feel you need it, I could turn those drinks down too. But I don't think you need that just yet."

"If that changes though, let me know." The offer was genuine, but something in his tone suggested he didn't like doing so. He was very much in the 'more pleasure, more fun' game, and that seemed more an unwanted chore than anything. His pleasure, an intoxicating one.

She watched his display with curiosity, before through the haze she remembered she'd neglected to share her own parentage in kind. And paying her price in the social contract to match.

"It’s Athena, by the way," Blair whispered, leaning forward slightly in a deeper haze than a few minutes ago, like she was sharing her own secret with him now. The name meant nothing to him. "She’s the smart one," she added with a little wink.

He took his pleasure from the opportunity to let her switch her mind off for a while.

What better for those burdened with the weight of being the smart one, than to unshackle them and let things get slower, dumber, crazier and all things more fun and pleasurable?

He smiled back vaguely, his head continuing to bop along to his unheard music's raucous tempo. She didn't share in his rhythm, but he was sure she'd at least felt more at ease in the party.

With a sigh, she pushed off the bar and took an uneasy step backwards. She was able to keep her feet under her, but it was more of an effort than upon her arrival back at the bar. Blair snapped and pointed her finger at Bax. "You, my friend, make dangerous drinks." Her smile grew as her cheeks flushed from the copious amounts of alcohol. "But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide."

"Well, don't be a stranger. And slide on back any time." His grin wide across his face.

The night was young by his standards, and he was just now starting to feel happy and loose.

"...now what else can I do with that mead..?" He turned back to the liquor bottles and considered alternative concoctions and brews of bonhomie.

^{interactions ....|.... Blair............... mentions ....|.... Nate, Anissa (unnamed) ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

There has to be a Sun Wukong somewhere in Marvel or DC, right? He’s like the single most adapted character on the face of the planet.

@Roman

Both have.

Surprisingly only relatively recently, though.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Roman>

Half-World.

'nuff said.

@Lord Wraith

Also Captain Carrot and Earth-C...

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

Subscribed.

Something unexpected on the boil.

Camp Athens - Closed

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The man had seen his approach.

"Hey, I am Leo, and are you having a good time tonight?" Leo asked after finishing off his water. "It is nice we are having this before training starts tomorrow. I do not know what to expect since I am new here. So what is your name, and are you a new camper like me or a veteran?"

Friendly. Seemed friendly enough.

“Paul. Pretty quiet night.” He extended a hand at the other man’s approach.

“This is all pretty new to me too. Just got here within the last hour.”

So… training wasn’t a secret. These people had been warned of what lie in store for them as well, just as he had. Perhaps not as early as he had, but some had been told all the same.

He liked his place by the bonfire, it certainly seemed like the place to be, from his perspective. It gave him a good view of most everyone in attendance at this party, even if it had what the drawback of having his back to the main entrance to the campsite. But everything has it’s pros and cons, and at this point his goal was absorbing as much as he could on his fellow campers at rest as possible.

Liquor had been flowing, and it made for good ‘social lubricant’ and left people more at ease with their own inhibitions. There was much he could learn here, without people having their ‘walls’ up quite so high.

Even if Pallas himself found it difficult to reduce his even an inch.

Unless he was mistaken there were about three dozen in attendance… possibly more unseen elsewhere around the camp, not in the main field.

People eating at tables. The bar. The dance floor. Ice skating.

He had a line across all of it.

And with his positioning, his proximity to the fire, shrouding him in shadow, he was fairly certain that he could see any and all before they’d see him as well.

If he had time to scout the location beforehand he wouldn’t have picked any other spot than where he was right now. It was perfectly suited for purpose.

And it was why he could see a figure making his way over from the ice skating rink now. He’d looked back over his shoulder once or twice, but he was getting close enough now that Pallas new he’d soon be visible, even through the partial darkness.

“So, how about you? Looking forward to this training tomorrow, or nervous?” He returned conversation to Leo.

Leo was similar in height, but seemed leaner, if not less muscular. He suspected he had a few inches on Pallas in reach, if it came to it.

Meanwhile, something told him that the second man who was approaching, wasn’t nervous in the least. He carried himself with a strength in his gait. With a weight that Pallas himself was well familiar with. But he was curious about the general sentiment of the rest of the campers.

Anything to have him coming into the training sessions with potential competitors sight unseen.

^{interactions ....|.... Leo ............... mentions ....|.... River ............... collabs ....|....}