Mao Mao

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I am still working on something.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

A nation sheet? In my superhero roleplay???
It's more likely than you think.

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I will put something together in the coming days.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but here's an one in the morning long ass post of Steven waking up. And there's a totally unrelated (to the overall arc and character) oldie song for y'all to listen to.

Speaking of songs, I am totally doing another playlist of every character because I have free time and love listening to music. So be on the lookout for that in the near future!

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CAPTAIN AMERICA

_{SPRING 2022}

AWAKEN IN A STRANGE PLACE

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_{MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY}

The first thing Steven Rogers heard as his eyes slowly opened was the blast of trumpets and saxes from the radio nearby the bed. He realized instantly that he wasn't on the German bomber anymore, feeling a sense of relief for being rescued. His combat uniform was replaced by a casual striped shirt, dark olive-drab cotton pants, and brown para boots. But his shield and M1911 pistol were nowhere to be seen in the room. Steven was vigilant about his surroundings even though it was obviously a hospital room since he didn't know if the medical staff was treating him as a patient or a prisoner of war. Then, the door gradually opened to reveal a nurse carrying a wooden clipboard with papers on it.

The nurse greeted her patient with a friendly smile while glancing at the clipboard. "Good morning, Steven. It's good to see you awake."

"Where am I?" Steven asked, rather abnormally blunt in a rude tone.

And yet, the nurse didn't seem to mind the impoliteness—in fact, she appeared to be sympathetic to her patient. "You're at the Bellevue Hospital in New York City, captain."

Steven took a long hard look around the hospital room, noting that there was nothing out of the ordinary. He then noticed that the time on the clock was four o'clock in the afternoon. And judging by the fact that the sun wasn't anywhere near the horizon meant that something was off. But that wasn't all he noticed. Steven also realized that he couldn't hear traffic noise, which was incredibly bizarre in a heavily populated city like New York City. Furthermore, the music from the radio appeared to be deliberately loud, so it would've been hard to listen for traffic. Evidently, he was being lied to by the nurse; however, he didn't know if she was knowingly involved or not. So he asked the same question again.

"Where am I?"

The nurse's smile quickly turned into a frown as she placed the clipboard against her chest. "I don't understand, captain."

"You might not, but I know for a fact that we aren't in New York City—no traffic noise is a dead giveaway." Steven got up from the bed and slowly approached the nurse. "So, I will ask again, and please be truthful: Where am I?"

Abruptly, two armed men with batons came into the room to contain the escalating situation. However, it was clear that they weren't hospital security nor part of the United States Army by their uniforms. The nurse was displeased with their arrival as she tried to kick them out of the room. But when they refused to leave, the nurse turned toward Steven and attempted to ease tensions. "Captain Rogers, please sit down, and I will do my best to explain everything to you."

"I am afraid I can't do that, ma'am." Steven sincerely said in an apologetic tone, staring directly at the armed men. He knew that it would be an easy fight even without his shield. But he didn't want to hurt them for doing their jobs. So as the song was coming to a climactic ending, Steven turned and ran for the window—ready to dive headfirst into whatever was waiting for him outside. Everyone was surprised that the captain did that stunt without hesitation. The nurse ran towards the broken window, concerned about his well-being but was astonished to see him kneeling on the hood of a taxi cab. The driver was obviously upset about the damage to his vehicle, but the captain was dazed and confused about his surroundings to notice.

Steven then ran northward without even noticing the angry taxi driver. He didn't know where to go nor had a plan besides running as far away as possible. Even know the streets remained the same, much of the city had changed entirely since his last visit. Thirty minutes of running had led him to Times Square, where it looked like something out of the pages of Amazing Stories. The moving pictures on the walls of skyscrapers, overbearing lights coming from every direction, and that stranger humming noise beneath his feet caused the overwhelmed captain to drop to his knees. But before a crowd could've formed around him, unmarked black vehicles surrounded his position as individuals got out and began blocking access to the area.

A lone man exited the vehicle and cautiously approached Steven Rogers to not frighten him. But he detected the stranger and already was planning on running again if it wasn't for his senses overloading. The man, wearing a full-length black leather trench coat, put his hand on the captain's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. "At ease, soldier. You're safe with me here."

There wasn't much Steven could've done to prevent it from happening in his current state. So instead, he asked in a distressed tone. "Who are you?"

"Colonel Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD. You would have known us as the Special Scientific Reserve." Since waking up in that hospital room, Steven breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon hearing that SSR was still active even if it had undergone a sudden name change. He slowly got up from the ground and turned to Colonel Fury, ready to ask the same question from earlier—wanting answers this time around without the lies and deception.

"Where am I?"

"You're still in New York City, more specifically Times Square—though a lot has changed since your last visit." Nick looked around at the skyscrapers and billboards before gazing at the captain. "We had hoped to slowly break it down for you with our performance back at the hospital. But you were too smart to be tricked like that."

"Break what down, sir?" Steven asked.

Nick didn't honestly know how to say the following words, but there was no other way than to be blunt. "You have been asleep for seventy-seven years."

"Seventy-seven years..." Steven shook his head and nearly chuckled at the thought. It was too outlandish for him to believe. "No, there's no way. How the hell am I alive then?"

Nick shrugged his shoulders. "To be frank, we genuinely don't know. There's a working theory that Dr. Erskine's formula and frigid seawater prevented you from aging. But you would have to ask the eggheads for more info."

Honestly, Steven wasn't exactly in the mindset to learn how he defiled death, nor did he still believe that he had been frozen for about eighty years. So, he moved on to one important question left to ask. "And the war... did we win?"

"Fuck yeah, we did." Nick smirked and then extended his hand out to the captain. "And your efforts against the Nazis and HYDRA are still heavily appreciated."

"Respectfully, sir, it wasn't just me." Steven stated while accepting the hand to shake it. But then he abruptly stopped as the memories of his teammates resurfaced all at once. Margaret, Gabriel, Jim, William, Aleksey, Timothy, Robert, and... Bucky Barnes. Then, his thoughts were on his parents and friends. All of them were presumed dead, given how long he had been unconscious. It alone made him wish that he was having a horrible nightmare, but it was real.

"What is it, captain?" Nick asked, genuinely concerned about Steven. He then realized that they were talking in the middle of a very popular tourist attraction. It wasn't ideal to speak openly about someone's past out in public, especially when secrets were involved. "I can bring you somewhere more... remote to process your emotions if you want."

Steven shared a faint smile with the colonel and accepted his offer without any doubt. "That sounds good to me, sir."

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So we're starting to get quite the cast together and while I know most of us have some arcs planned out. But I'm curious if looking at the cast you have anyone you're looking forward to either reading or interacting with.

Personally I'd love to play Deathstroke off of Superman or Captain America because I think the moral disparity between Slade and either of the boys in blue would lead to an interesting dynamic.

How about the rest of you?

@Lord Wraith

I could see Steven running into T'Challa in Brooklyn while trying to return to his childhood home in Brooklyn and learning much about the world from T'Challa. And how Steven would react to working with some of the younger heroes like Superboy and Aquaman as they talk about stuff that the old man totally doesn't understand at all.

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BLUEJAY

_{AFTERLIFE, WATSON}

THE PREP // PT. 1

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Silvain listened to the heist that was crafted and conceived by no one else than the mysterious 'Eddie.' It was an ambitious and daring venture to go after Militech for their prized possession: a motherfucking Militech Behemoth. And then, his interest peaked upon hearing that the heist needed a netrunner to monitor the target. Doing a simple hack and dash job in the comforts of your own station always sounded delightful. Yet, so was stealing from Militech in-person to fuck them over some more. However, after listening to 'Eddie' talk about the warehouse, there wasn't any mention of the braindance formulated with real sweat and tears. So, Silvain did indeed have a question of his own.

"What about the BD, hon?" Silvain tossed over the braindance case to the tablet in a disrespectful manner. To say that he seemed annoyed was an understatement. "I am hoping that my artistic passive wasn't wasted for nothing. It costs eddies after all, 'Eddie.'"

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Why did I decide to come back? Lucas asked himself after seeing the 'Welcome to Delton' sign surrounded by rocks and colorful flowers. He looked away from the bus window and tried to suppress the memories of his departure. The music playing in his earbuds helped a little but didn't thoroughly crush it. It got worse once the bus stopped at the Crystal Hill Station, the bus station on the edge of town. He started to remember that painful day. But instead of confronting it, Lucas began to walk towards the inn rather than wait for a ride. It was bittersweet to be back home. That was when he started to wonder about his parents and siblings. Where were they? Are they still living in town? Have they changed in the years Lucas has been absent? And yet, he already knew the answers the moment the sign was visible. After walking for ten minutes, Lucas finally arrived at the Europa Inn & Suites. It wasn't the best hotel in town, but it had decent reviews. No one or two stars on review sites. Just mainly three and even four stars. Also, it was cheaper than the premium hotels. He approached the receptionist about the reservation and got a keycard. Then, he headed towards his room on the second floor and immediately collapsed onto the bed. The original plan was to take a quick nap before tonight's event. However, upon picking up his phone, Lucas noticed a rather surprising notification from his mostly inactive Facebook account (the last post was seven years old before spring break). He didn't react once he saw that Jack Wilkerson was responsible for posting in a dead group inviting classmates to drink at a micro-brewery. There wasn't much of a friendship between them, but they often hung out during smoke breaks at school. Although it still hurt that Jack had ditched him once the rumors began spreading around. Lucas, for some reason, actually liked having someone around him during those breaks. Now, there wasn't much to feel about other than the annoyance of still having a Facebook account since he was thirteen. But he couldn't be himself to remove himself from the group. So instead, Lucas left a like on the post before tossing it next to him. Immediate regret was setting in him for accepting the invite. But then again, P.J's might have something good to snack on as his stomach began growling. And plus, the drinks and food might be free (good for someone who makes an office receptionist's salary). Since the brewery was only a few minutes away, Lucas decided to walk on foot instead of getting an uber and wasting the cash on it. He stopped walking once he saw the building in question and noticed that folks were already inside, thanks to the window. There was another moment of sweet old regret and fear attempting to set in his mind. He was told that going back home would be helpful by his therapist and friends, and yet, being here seemed to be a mistake. Still, disregarding the outcome, Lucas needed to see it through—even if it didn't help at the end of the day. He went inside and made sure to avoid talking to other people, finding his seat at an empty booth. If he was planning on talking to classmates from his high school, a moment of peace was very much needed. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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CAPTAIN AMERICA

_{WINTER 2022}

DISCOVERY OF THE CENTURY

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_{NORWEGIAN SEA}

Onboard the research vessel Axel Boeck, scientists from the University of Tromsø were preparing for another day of marine research on the icy waters of the Norwegian Sea. More specifically, they examined the recent warmth spike to see if the ecosystem structure had already been affected. Getting ready for another day of research was somewhat of a routine for the scientists. Lene Saugstad, a graduate from the same university sponsoring the voyage, was responsible for scanning the seabed with sonar. It was a tedious task that barely made use of her talents (and degree) obtained from university; still, it was essential to the overall research. But that meant she didn't have to dive into that cold water.

Lene stared at the computer monitors for a couple of hours from any out-of-the-ordinary readings. Then, she caught a glimpse of distinctive peaks in the middle of the predominantly flat seafloor. It was noteworthy considering that the sonar didn't pick anything else abnormal in its scans. But, of course, that meant a straightforward argument with the captain and other crewmates to rescan the area with the side-scan sonar. That lasted for a half-hour until the captain agreed to turn the vessel around for another scan. Finally, the towfish was prepared and cast out into the icy sea, where it descended for a bit until it reached one hundred meters above the seafloor.

Almost everyone gathered around Lene as images of the detailed seafloor began emerging on the monitors. Then, they all saw it: a torn-off plane wing lying on the seafloor. Further ahead was the entire plane, still in excellent condition despite being underwater for decades. Even the faded iron cross on one of the wings was still somewhat visible. But when the towfish reached the cockpit, it caught something unimaginable that defiled scientific reason. The entirety of the aircraft's front view had been completely frozen, preventing it from corroding in the seawater. And sitting in one of the cockpit seats was a man still gripping the control wheel and bearing a star on his chest.

That was when Lene knew that she had stumbled upon the discovery of the century.

Axel Boeck made contact with the Norwegian Coast Guard shortly after the remarkable find. Efforts to salve the sunken plane commenced once the United States Navy offered assistance in the salvage operation upon learning that there were remains onboard. It was challenging to prevent the details from appearing on the news. But the unexplained arrival of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier No. 64 made the headlines of every news outlet on the planet. Millions watched the live feeds to see what emerged from the frigid sea at the end of the day. By the following day, the salvage crew was done with securing the aircraft for lift up from the seafloor. And after waiting an additional day for clean weather, the operation was ready to start.

Three marine cranes were utilized to ensure that the aircraft remained entirely in one piece. And to carefully place it, the helicarrier was going to be used as a landing pad. The lifting began at noon with routine inspections to ensure that the plane was stable. Finally, after four hours of intense uplifting, it emerged out of the sea with no concerns noted by the salvage crew. Shortly after the sun started going down on the horizon, efforts to place the aircraft on the helicarrier's flight deck started. Then suddenly, the wire rope holding onto the cockpit began failing before breaking from stress. The front broke away from the rest of the bomber as it smashed against the hard surface. No one on the deck was harmed by the incident.

It took a few minutes before someone from the salvage crew approached the cockpit to inspect its current state. But before examining it, the person noticed that the drop and the sunlight's warmth managed to thaw enough ice that the preserved human remains broke away from the cockpit itself. His hands were still frozen into the chair and the control wheel itself; however, it made it easier to extract the corpse without any more potential damage. Then, when they were about to leave to report on the situation, the crewmate saw something bizarre from the corner of their eye. That was when they saw the corpse's hand move for a brief second after being freed from the icy casket. Their exclaim caught everyone's attention.

The rest of the salvage crew ran over towards their crewmate, not realizing what they were about to witness. Then, soon after, a crowd formed around the bomber, eager to capture a glimpse of the frozen person. Many of them didn't know what to make of it and couldn't even comprehend such a feat. But then, Colonel Nicholas Fury—Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and founder of the Avengers—emerged from the crowd to confirm the rumors himself. He entered the cockpit and immediately was greeted by the sight of the frozen corpse. When Nick saw that star emblem, a faint smile appeared as he placed his hand on it—a thick layer of solid ice greeted him instead. And then said in a soft, delightful tone to avoid drawing any attention.

"Welcome home, Captain."

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