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Marvels of Millennium City

I'll post sometime today that isn't 4:49 in the morning.

Marvels of Millennium City

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Marvels of Millennium City

Since the Guild seems to be having more rare moments of stability, should I just post next time it lets me, other players be damned? :/

Marvels of Millennium City

I wish I could get on this site for two seconds without it crashing :/

Weapons feelings

Are we still doing the Christmas theme or....

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

I wish I could stay on the site longer than two minutes to post :/ But every time I try it's gone again.

Interest Check - Fandoms and originals - Updated as and when

Would you be interested in this plot?
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/71495/posts/ooc

Interest Check - Fandoms and originals - Updated as and when

How do you feel playing a character that's only based on a canon character?

Marvels of Millennium City

Dark and dingy, light barely reached the little prison. Heavy metal bars, meant for a creature much larger than the man they held, crossed the front of the otherwise stone cell. The floor was slightly damp, never quite drying in the shade. The smell of mold lingered in the air. In the middle of it all, a man was curled up on his side in the center of the horrible little prison, his head sporting a strange piece of technology, and his eyes glowing a dull blue. The eyes that were barely just cracked open.

Across the dungeon, a door creaked open. The man in the cell sat up quickly, his eyes glowing brighter the more conscious he became. A man dressed in black military gear came waltzing in and opened the cell door, motioning for the man to leave.
"Boss wants to see you," He said dully as the prisoner got to his feet and trudged out of the cell. The goon led the way as the prisoner trailed behind him, up the stairs and into the main area of the base. It was like walking through time; the dungeon the man had come from could have easily been Medieval, but the base was sleek, chrome, and modern.

A man stood by a control bridge, watching several monitors at once. Each one depicted a different angle of the attack in Time Square. He turned as the two men approached.
"Ah, Variant. You are a sight for sore eyes."

The man, Variant as he was called, stood stiffly, his expression blank.

"There's been a rather large disturbance downtown, which is just what we needed to pull off our next goody run. I've gotten word that Sunbright Labs have been working on a new project, a project they took from me five years ago. I want my cut. Take the team over there and show our friends a good time, won't you?"

Variant's face turned into a snarl. His form began to shift until he had almost tripled his mass. He settled into the form of a very large canine, wolfish in appearance, with leathery armor plates running down its back. The wolf's muzzle was almost level with the man's face. His lips pulled back across his set of very sharp teeth, a growl rumbling from his throat. The villain looked unimpressed.
"Are you trying to fight the mind control? How quaint. Stupid, but quaint." He reached into his pocket to pull out a small remote control. He messed with the setting on it until the device, still present on the shapeshifter's head, began to whir. The large wolf let out a cry and huddled down on the floor in pain. The device glowed brighter, as well as his eyes, until he finally stopped fighting it.

The creature straightened back up, no more menace in its posture.
"That's better. Now go before the authorities get their wits about them. We don't have all night!"

The creature turned and trotted off, followed by the goon that had been standing off to the side the whole time. They would get their team and equipment together, and then the heist was on.

Titans: Unique Young Superheroes RP

When Bucky was done with his dinner, he took his plate and put it in the sink. He stood behind the counter for a bit, watching the kids interact. Artus was licking syrup off his hands, the other kids were introducing themselves and chattering. Weren't there supposed to be two more? He knew Nightwing was supposed to join this little cabal, but he might have gotten held up by some bank robbery or something. It was the second absentee that concerned James. He'd been told in advance that the Asgardian trickster god, Loki, would be gracing their presence. New and improved, apparently. Bucky had never met the old Loki, so he didn't have any person beef with the guy. Not so much could be said for the rest of the Avengers.

Bucky silently headed out of the kitchen to see if anyone was lurking around the house. He managed to catch a glimpse of blue and black out one of the windows. What the hell was Dick up to now? James paid it no mind as he headed upstairs. His own room was at the end of the hall, somewhat separated from the rest. As he walked towards it, he noticed light coming from the bottom of one of the kids' rooms. Perhaps that was their missing god of chaos. Bucky paused, debating. He could either let it go, let the kid deal with his own problems, and keep walking. Or he could be Captain fucking America for once and do the right thing. He took in a breath and slowly let it out, then knocking lightly on the door.

"Hey kid, erm, Loki. There's dinner downstairs; you're welcome to it. Nobody around here bites." Or at least, not that he was aware of.