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Thank you! Thank you and thank whoever bit the bullet and donned the sex-suit to convince you to extend the deadline...
I needed time to really take the IC out with a bang.
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I needed time to really take the IC out with a bang.
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Midnight where.
Eastern Standard Time
J O S E P H S C O T T
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Location: Dormitiories | Interactions: @Burning Kitty
The girl had screamed when her boyfriend entered the room alerting Joseph Scott to the fact that they were caught. That was not to say she hadn’t been screaming before her boyfriend kicked the door open but it was now definitely a different tone and pitch as Joseph fell out of the bed. Quickly grabbing up his clothes, his hands took hold of his pants as Joseph looked up at the larger male, a student he recognized to Bryce Parks, one of the more notorious jocks on campus.
Giving Bryce a weak smile, Joseph bolted out of the dorm, his pants barely on as he ran. His last class of the day was supposed to have been biology, but Joseph was really more of a hands on kind of learner and so he had opted to skip class to get some tutoring. Tutoring of course involved learning anatomy in Rebecca Hall’s dorm probably a lot louder than he should have been if he wished to avoid the situation that Joseph found himself in now
Clambering around the corner of one of the institute's many long hallways, before tripping over his pants as they fell around his ankles. Joseph quickly teleported to the far end of the hall before standing as he scrambled to pull his jeans up. The sound of Bryce’s footsteps rapidly approaching hurrying his movements along as he zipped the fly up, flinching as it very nearly caught skin. A blur of motion rounded the corner as Joseph's eyes went wide before he vanished again, reappearing at the base of a nearby flight stairs while he hastily continued to fasten his belt.
“Of course you’re a fuckin’ speedster.” Joseph muttered under his breath as blur moved closer.
“She's my girlfriend, you asshole!” Bryce yelled as he came to a halt at the top of the stairs. The older stared down at Joseph before suddenly moving in action again, running faster than Joseph could blink.
Luckily for Joseph though, he could ‘port even faster than Bryce could run.
Appearing in the air above the other teen, Joseph quickly took ahold of the large chandelier that was suspended above the staircase. Hanging from the lighting fixture, he looked down at the older teen as Bryce came to a screeching halt, the carpet beneath his feet tearing from the floor beneath him.
“She didn't act like she was your girlfriend!” Joseph retorted as he yelled down before swinging his legs back, carrying the motion forward as he jumped to the balcony overlooking the floor below. But, the speedster was already moving as Joseph jumped, tackling the younger teen as he landed.
Grunting as he hit the ground, Joseph teleported the both of them outside of the institute. Rolling through the open air, Joseph fought with Bryce, lifting his legs as he lashed out eventually kicking the other teen off of him. A scream echoed in Joseph’s ears as the speedster suddenly realized Joseph had ‘ported them into the air before he was suddenly silenced, the scream replaced by a large splash.
Quickly teleporting once more before he hit the water himself, Joseph fell onto the cement pad beside the institute’s pool, laughing as he looked at Bryce who was currently floating in the water. Above the surface of a the water was another student, her crimson hair and pale skin now very wet from the splash that Bryce had created as he hit the water.
Joseph recognized the girl as Temperance O'Hara, and quickly scrambled to his feet as mild panic set in. While Temperance was definitely easy on that eyes, that was about where it ended, or at least so Joseph had heard. The older student might have been a flirt, but one touch from her and you were in a coma for about a week, and Joseph had no intentions in spending that length of time in a bed, especially in bed alone.
"Uh, yeah, uh” Joseph stammered as he stood, “Sorry about the mess!" He called, shrugging as he gave a look of insincere apology to Temperance before quickly teleporting away again. Reappearing in the institute’s courtyard, Joseph chuckled to himself, re-adjusting his belt as he continued to walk forwards .
He was going to like it here.
Giving Bryce a weak smile, Joseph bolted out of the dorm, his pants barely on as he ran. His last class of the day was supposed to have been biology, but Joseph was really more of a hands on kind of learner and so he had opted to skip class to get some tutoring. Tutoring of course involved learning anatomy in Rebecca Hall’s dorm probably a lot louder than he should have been if he wished to avoid the situation that Joseph found himself in now
Clambering around the corner of one of the institute's many long hallways, before tripping over his pants as they fell around his ankles. Joseph quickly teleported to the far end of the hall before standing as he scrambled to pull his jeans up. The sound of Bryce’s footsteps rapidly approaching hurrying his movements along as he zipped the fly up, flinching as it very nearly caught skin. A blur of motion rounded the corner as Joseph's eyes went wide before he vanished again, reappearing at the base of a nearby flight stairs while he hastily continued to fasten his belt.
“Of course you’re a fuckin’ speedster.” Joseph muttered under his breath as blur moved closer.
“She's my girlfriend, you asshole!” Bryce yelled as he came to a halt at the top of the stairs. The older stared down at Joseph before suddenly moving in action again, running faster than Joseph could blink.
Luckily for Joseph though, he could ‘port even faster than Bryce could run.
Appearing in the air above the other teen, Joseph quickly took ahold of the large chandelier that was suspended above the staircase. Hanging from the lighting fixture, he looked down at the older teen as Bryce came to a screeching halt, the carpet beneath his feet tearing from the floor beneath him.
“She didn't act like she was your girlfriend!” Joseph retorted as he yelled down before swinging his legs back, carrying the motion forward as he jumped to the balcony overlooking the floor below. But, the speedster was already moving as Joseph jumped, tackling the younger teen as he landed.
Grunting as he hit the ground, Joseph teleported the both of them outside of the institute. Rolling through the open air, Joseph fought with Bryce, lifting his legs as he lashed out eventually kicking the other teen off of him. A scream echoed in Joseph’s ears as the speedster suddenly realized Joseph had ‘ported them into the air before he was suddenly silenced, the scream replaced by a large splash.
Quickly teleporting once more before he hit the water himself, Joseph fell onto the cement pad beside the institute’s pool, laughing as he looked at Bryce who was currently floating in the water. Above the surface of a the water was another student, her crimson hair and pale skin now very wet from the splash that Bryce had created as he hit the water.
Joseph recognized the girl as Temperance O'Hara, and quickly scrambled to his feet as mild panic set in. While Temperance was definitely easy on that eyes, that was about where it ended, or at least so Joseph had heard. The older student might have been a flirt, but one touch from her and you were in a coma for about a week, and Joseph had no intentions in spending that length of time in a bed, especially in bed alone.
"Uh, yeah, uh” Joseph stammered as he stood, “Sorry about the mess!" He called, shrugging as he gave a look of insincere apology to Temperance before quickly teleporting away again. Reappearing in the institute’s courtyard, Joseph chuckled to himself, re-adjusting his belt as he continued to walk forwards .
He was going to like it here.
Would it be selfish of me to make a claim for it?
I've had my epilogue written up for a while now and I feel like it'll be fairly impactful and may even help shape the direction of the next game a little. But I've played such a role in the MME that I don't want to appear to be hogging the limelight, as it where. I think @Byrd Man and @Lord Wraith are the only two people to have seen it so perhaps they could speak to my claim also.
I endorse this, it is a very good hook.
And no, Wraith, you can't make the final post of the season a sex scene. We have to end on somewhat of a dignified note.
Prude.
@Byrd Man Uh, yeah! I don't post consistently all season to just contribute to the RP. Geez.
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“A wise choice.” Barbara heard Thor’s voice as she approached the pair of Asgardians while they stood over the surrendered woman. Clutching her injured arm, she winced before walking closer, listening as the other Asgardian beside Thor addressed the metahuman in front of them.
“Who sent you here?” Heimdall asked as Thor handed Hofund back to its rightful bearer. Accepting the weapon, Heimdall asked another question as the woman stayed silent, her head tilted towards the ground.
“Where is the prison you hail from?” His hands shifted, gripping the hilt of the sword firmly, holding it at ready as Heimdall slowly raised it towards the woman’s neck. She, however, remained still, unafraid although her surrender absolute and she finally lifted her eyes to meet the joint gazes of Thor and Heimdall.
“The one this nation’s media have dubbed the Silver Surfer.” The Shadow Thief answered, her words hanging in the air as the severity of the situation fully dawned on Barbara as the reports of the Central City Incident flooded her mind. If the Surfer was free, then they were in more danger than they could fully comprehend and S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to need more than just Thor’s help to contain the situation.
“Where were you interned?” Thor repeated as the Shadow Thief turned her piercing gaze fully on the Son of Odin.
“The Raft.” She sneered as though the name should mean something to the pair of Asgardians. But the words meant nothing to Heimdall, nor to Thor. Not even Blake recognized the term as Thor stared blankly back at the woman subdued before him until Barbara broke the silence, freeing herself from the fears plaguing her own mind.
“The Raft is the highest security, maximum sentence, detention center in the United States.” She took a step forward as Thor and Heimdall turned to acknowledge her. “As of late, it’s been the go-to for storing Metahumans, particularly for S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Where is it located?” Thor asked as Barbara shook her head. His eyes softened as he saw the numerous injuries dotting her body. Taking a step forward to comfort her, he was stopped as Barbara raised her hand before backing away from his touch. While he might have been oblivious to the risks, Barbara knew she couldn’t couldn’t chance the discovery of Blake’s identity even if they were surrounded by allies.
“In the New York Bay, near Ryker’s Island.” She answered as Heimdall’s head suddenly turned East. For the first time, Barbara noticed the man’s orange, owl-like eyes as his irises and pupils seemed to shift and move, compensating for the distance at which he was observing
“Yes, I see it.” Heimdall stated as Barbara gave Thor a surprised look before turning her attention back to the dark-skinned Asgardian. “The facility has sustained much damage-”
Thor...
The female voice caught Thor off guard as he suddenly remembered the runestone he had given to Susan Storm should she ever need to summon his aid. For her to call him, that could only mean one thing.
“The Surfer is there.” Thor stated as Barbara and Heimdall turned to look at him. “I can hear the call for aid, if the Surfer prevails today, then Midgard will surely fall.” He continued as Barbara nodded in agreement.
“I cannot allow that to happen.” Fear gripped Barbara’s heart as she continued to nod at Thor’s words. She knew there was no stopping him, Blake had always been decisive and it appeared it was a trait he had always had far before Erik re-instilled it within him.
“Then you must not dally here any longer.” Heimdall said as he plunged Hofund into the street below them. “I will open the Bifrost and send you directly to this Raft.” The winds began to howl as Heimdall spoke. Looking towards the sky, Barbara watched as the clouds darkened, an aurora of colour illuminating the sky as a pillar of light plunged towards the ground. In the same instant, Thor was gone and the pair were left standing alone in the street.
“Come back to me..”
“Who sent you here?” Heimdall asked as Thor handed Hofund back to its rightful bearer. Accepting the weapon, Heimdall asked another question as the woman stayed silent, her head tilted towards the ground.
“Where is the prison you hail from?” His hands shifted, gripping the hilt of the sword firmly, holding it at ready as Heimdall slowly raised it towards the woman’s neck. She, however, remained still, unafraid although her surrender absolute and she finally lifted her eyes to meet the joint gazes of Thor and Heimdall.
“The one this nation’s media have dubbed the Silver Surfer.” The Shadow Thief answered, her words hanging in the air as the severity of the situation fully dawned on Barbara as the reports of the Central City Incident flooded her mind. If the Surfer was free, then they were in more danger than they could fully comprehend and S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to need more than just Thor’s help to contain the situation.
“Where were you interned?” Thor repeated as the Shadow Thief turned her piercing gaze fully on the Son of Odin.
“The Raft.” She sneered as though the name should mean something to the pair of Asgardians. But the words meant nothing to Heimdall, nor to Thor. Not even Blake recognized the term as Thor stared blankly back at the woman subdued before him until Barbara broke the silence, freeing herself from the fears plaguing her own mind.
“The Raft is the highest security, maximum sentence, detention center in the United States.” She took a step forward as Thor and Heimdall turned to acknowledge her. “As of late, it’s been the go-to for storing Metahumans, particularly for S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Where is it located?” Thor asked as Barbara shook her head. His eyes softened as he saw the numerous injuries dotting her body. Taking a step forward to comfort her, he was stopped as Barbara raised her hand before backing away from his touch. While he might have been oblivious to the risks, Barbara knew she couldn’t couldn’t chance the discovery of Blake’s identity even if they were surrounded by allies.
“In the New York Bay, near Ryker’s Island.” She answered as Heimdall’s head suddenly turned East. For the first time, Barbara noticed the man’s orange, owl-like eyes as his irises and pupils seemed to shift and move, compensating for the distance at which he was observing
“Yes, I see it.” Heimdall stated as Barbara gave Thor a surprised look before turning her attention back to the dark-skinned Asgardian. “The facility has sustained much damage-”
Thor...
The female voice caught Thor off guard as he suddenly remembered the runestone he had given to Susan Storm should she ever need to summon his aid. For her to call him, that could only mean one thing.
“The Surfer is there.” Thor stated as Barbara and Heimdall turned to look at him. “I can hear the call for aid, if the Surfer prevails today, then Midgard will surely fall.” He continued as Barbara nodded in agreement.
“I cannot allow that to happen.” Fear gripped Barbara’s heart as she continued to nod at Thor’s words. She knew there was no stopping him, Blake had always been decisive and it appeared it was a trait he had always had far before Erik re-instilled it within him.
“Then you must not dally here any longer.” Heimdall said as he plunged Hofund into the street below them. “I will open the Bifrost and send you directly to this Raft.” The winds began to howl as Heimdall spoke. Looking towards the sky, Barbara watched as the clouds darkened, an aurora of colour illuminating the sky as a pillar of light plunged towards the ground. In the same instant, Thor was gone and the pair were left standing alone in the street.
“Come back to me..”
° ° ° ° Thunder suddenly echoed across the water as a thick cover of cloud appeared overhead, the skies above the Raft darkening to the point of being almost black. A heavy layer of fog formed along the waters of the Atlantic that surrounded the prison as sheets of rain began to fall over the scene of destruction and chaos. Pale blue flashes suddenly illuminated the scene momentarily on and off as sheets of lightning danced among the black clouds above.
Another deafening crack of thunder resounded across the Raft accompanied by another a brilliant flash of blue as it illuminated the Surfer’s mirrored visage standing over the weary heroes. Amidst the lightning and rain above, numerous brilliant, bright lights began to dance across the sky as hues of red, blue and green skirted the clouds basking the sky in a beautiful aurora. Just as suddenly as it began, the colour collected together, as a blinding pillar of light plunged towards the ground, striking the Surfer square in the chest as the silver-skinned man was pinned to the debris-littered ground.
From within the beam of light came the powerful figure of Thor, his crimson cape flowing behind him in the howling wind. The thunder rolled again as a bolt of lightning struck the newly arrived Thor, the pillar of light that composed the Bifrost dissipating as the electricity flowed through his body. Bursting forth from his fists in a powerful strike as Thor thrust his arms forward landing a strike against the Surfer with the full summoned fury of the storm.
Rushing forward, Thor pulled his arm back, balling his hand into a fist as he swung it at the Surfer. The sound of the hit connecting echoed across the Raft as Thor followed up the blow with another, and another after that. Taking a hold of the wreckage of a nearby door, Thor gripped the object by its base, spinning around before he smashed it against the Surfer sending the humanoid back several paces.
With a space created between them, the caped figure of Thor stood triumphantly over the Surfer, a large flash of lightning illuminating his fiery, auburn hair as the raw energy of the storm cloaked his eyes in an ethereal, icy blue glow, the power freely sparking and crackling around the temples on either side of his head.
“Surfer!” Thor bellowed over the howling wind surveying the battlefield as he looked at the weary, battered heroes. He had heard tales of the Spider-Woman, of the Flash and of course of the Fantastic Four. The rest of those gathered were foreign to him, but still mutual allies nonetheless. Turning his full attention back to the Surfer, Thor spoke again.
“I would have words.”
Another deafening crack of thunder resounded across the Raft accompanied by another a brilliant flash of blue as it illuminated the Surfer’s mirrored visage standing over the weary heroes. Amidst the lightning and rain above, numerous brilliant, bright lights began to dance across the sky as hues of red, blue and green skirted the clouds basking the sky in a beautiful aurora. Just as suddenly as it began, the colour collected together, as a blinding pillar of light plunged towards the ground, striking the Surfer square in the chest as the silver-skinned man was pinned to the debris-littered ground.
From within the beam of light came the powerful figure of Thor, his crimson cape flowing behind him in the howling wind. The thunder rolled again as a bolt of lightning struck the newly arrived Thor, the pillar of light that composed the Bifrost dissipating as the electricity flowed through his body. Bursting forth from his fists in a powerful strike as Thor thrust his arms forward landing a strike against the Surfer with the full summoned fury of the storm.
Rushing forward, Thor pulled his arm back, balling his hand into a fist as he swung it at the Surfer. The sound of the hit connecting echoed across the Raft as Thor followed up the blow with another, and another after that. Taking a hold of the wreckage of a nearby door, Thor gripped the object by its base, spinning around before he smashed it against the Surfer sending the humanoid back several paces.
With a space created between them, the caped figure of Thor stood triumphantly over the Surfer, a large flash of lightning illuminating his fiery, auburn hair as the raw energy of the storm cloaked his eyes in an ethereal, icy blue glow, the power freely sparking and crackling around the temples on either side of his head.
“Surfer!” Thor bellowed over the howling wind surveying the battlefield as he looked at the weary, battered heroes. He had heard tales of the Spider-Woman, of the Flash and of course of the Fantastic Four. The rest of those gathered were foreign to him, but still mutual allies nonetheless. Turning his full attention back to the Surfer, Thor spoke again.
“I would have words.”
@Lord Wraith@BoyMom69035Y'all should post :)
Probably will be another 9hrs or so until you see a post from me unless my office mate is still on vacation.
You know.. I'm almost tempted to change Sallys picture so that there aren't so many redheads
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