So if you haven't read my post, do.
As for posting, i'll probably be able to get something up tomorrow evening, should be done with Daredevil by then! Already 8 episodes in and i'm loving it so much!
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As for posting, i'll probably be able to get something up tomorrow evening, should be done with Daredevil by then! Already 8 episodes in and i'm loving it so much!
When I get back to my computer I'll post again. You guys are quick little writers. :)
Probably won't be able to post until tomorrow now, which as everyone was discussing earlier is when Daredevil is to be released. So lets find out how good i am at multi-tasking! XD
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Scott Lang found himself awakening from his nap just as his train arrived in Metropolis. He made his way out of the miniature laboratory within his helmet in a rush, prompting him to temporarily ignore Pym’s follow-up email about his miniature robots until he had more time. Besides, what could be so important about a bunch of insect-esque robots? At least Pym was sticking to his all-so-important ant motif. Him finally moving away from that would be so terrible.
After leaping out of the lab’s door Scott grew back to his regular size, landing quickly in the centre of the carriage, causing numerous passengers to jump in shock. Giving a brief apologetic look, Scott grabbed his helmet and made his way towards the exit.
Before long he had arrived back at the Justice League Headquarters. It was no mansion, but the skyscraper was a gleaming tower of hope for the people of Metropolis, as well as for the world. Like some sort of watchtower of justice. Scott made his way proudly inside, shooting a set of finger guns towards the two security guards at the desk before entering the elevator. As he ascended to the League quarters above, Scott shifted drowsily from foot to foot, completely oblivious to the 90’s pop music playing around him. That was the last thing Scott remembered that evening before he collapsed out of exhaustion onto his bed.
Well, not exactly the last thing. The last thing he could remember was thinking about the last time he had seen Cassie, and the beautiful smile that she had had on her face.
Scott sadly found himself awakening during the early hours of the morning, the sound of his alarm ringing beside him. He groaned loudly, shifting himself under the covers. Mornings were honestly the worst things in the world. He wriggled some more, wrapping his body up with the sheets into some sort of cocoon. All the while the alarm continued to chime away from the bedside table, seemingly growing loudly as if it was intending to spite the bug themed superhero. As it rang, Scott tried to put together why he had even put such an alarm on. Something important had to be happening this morning, right? Otherwise, why on earth would he dare putting an end to his relaxation? That was when it hit him. Combat training. If mornings were the worst thing in the world, combat training probably came second. It was essentially a time for his teammates to throw him around like a tiny punching bag. Not fun at all.
Willing himself to climb out from beneath the covers, he slowly manoeuvred his way towards the bath, giving his nether-regions a quick scratch as he did so. After a luxurious shower and a quick shave, he returned to his room in an attempt to find his uniform. He spotted it instantly, lying in a messy heap on the floor. Picking it up, he held the spandex suit up in front of him, taking it all in. Scott was proud of his suit, with him feeling that it was a clear sign of his accomplishments; as a hero and even as a father. Scott had designed the look of the suit himself, having wished to appear different than Pym had done when he briefly carried the Ant-Man mantle. As he admired his handiwork however, Scott discovered that despite the suit’s sleek look, it was still prone to stains. Particularly that from New York hotdogs.
He groaned once more, rubbing the patch of discoloured fabric. Unfortunately he wouldn’t have time to wash it before the training began, so grudgingly he pulled the suit on, let loose the odd couple of swear words as he did so.
Once he was done, he made his way out of his room, venturing towards the headquarters’ central rooms. Here he found himself met with none other than the Earth’s most popular patriot. Scott had always been a huge fan of Captain America, with his father having gifted him several of his old Captain America comics when he had been a child. And now, they were on a team together. Scott had barely held his excitement when he had originally joined the team, with him acting fairly awkward around the Captain during their first few weeks together. Eventually he had calmed himself, with the two becoming friends.
“Morning Cap.”
Scott spoke slowly, evidence that he still hadn’t fully awoken. Suppressing the calming thoughts of tucking himself back within the covers of his bed, he made his way towards the small-scale kitchenette, taking note of the empty coffee pot. As he began to fill the granules, he turned his head towards the team’s fearless leader.
“So, who else is joining us this morning? I haven’t handed Aquaman his ass in a while!”
@NattyHaha. I can edit some lovely tunes on in.
I can see people pranking cap with making it play Beyoncé or other 90s music when he rides in it. XD
EDIT: The elevator now plays obnoxious 90s music when Steve rides in it alone.
If it's ever used to prank cap then I say this song is played;
I'll get a reply up sometime this evening!
There was no sound except for a small ping as the doors opened.
I'm honestly disappointed by the lack of elevator music :(
Also @Dedonus are there any villains you don't wish for me to include within this little bar-fight thing? I've been trying to use mostly obscure villains, hence Hippo and Mirage! Was going to have a few more C-Z-List villains get involved (and i do mean few, as i don't want to be introducing too many characters!), but thought that i'd run it by you first!
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If you want to. Don't feel compelled to do so. If you do, don't! Because you'll bring down the wraith of Morden upon me. (I don't wanna be chewed out!)
But in all seriousness, I'm working with TimeMasterX via PM to get up a little something. I'm leaning towards a mini training session. He thought maybe going out for drinks. It's all up in the air.
EDIT: And apparently somehow I broke the quote. +1 for being a dweeb. And misspelled a major small word. *Sighs and ambles off to wake up properly*
Update 4 @Natty: We're going with the training. I figure 3 or so posts max for each of us then the session will be over. Don't want to tie everyone up for a long period of time. Just give a yay or nay and I'll have the first post on up.
Sounds like a solid way for Scott to spend his time! Count me in! I'll write up a post once you're done! :)
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There's always Cap. I need someone at HQ so I can continue his arc (If Thor doesn't stick around). :D If not I'm gonna have to start NPC'ing non active Leaguers. Can't always rely on Zee. Though there's no epic, earth shattering plots on his end. Just fun little snipits that will one day build up to a major arc of consequences.
I'll be up for having Ant-Man get involved in some League stuff in my next few posts if needed? I have a rogue idea for where i'm going with his current arc, but i think it would be best if he did some other things first so that I have a bit of time to solidify things!
Also apologies for my brief disappearance, I have been extremely ill for the past week! Head hasn't been clear enough to write anything up!
Apologies for the wait, been extremely ill these past few days and I've only just began to feel well enough to post! Expect the drunken exploits of Boomerang to appear more regularly from now on!
EDIT: Personally I'm still not happy with the banner, so that'll probably change if i find something by the time i next post!
EDIT: Personally I'm still not happy with the banner, so that'll probably change if i find something by the time i next post!
After they had picked up Herman, Fred Myers had led the group straight to their local watering hole; The Bar with No Name. The place was a safe haven for members of the criminal underworld, with the bartender Deke often stating that the Bar With No Name is a sanctuary for those fleeing from the law. Tonight seemed to be a clear example of that, with the placed packed to the brim with unsavoury looking crooks and criminals. Despite how busy the place seemed, Frederick was loving it.
The ragtag bunch of supervillains were all currently sitting in their usual booth, drinking the night away. Every so often James Sanders, AKA Speed Demon, would dart away in a flash, in a half assed attempt to find his way into a girls pants. He always returned a quickly as he had left, his face bright red from where he had been slapped, as well as stating that the girl had been “Hot, So hot.” Morris Bench, AKA Hydro-Man, just sat mostly in silence, giving the occasional laugh when one of them cracked a joke, spending the rest of his time turning his fingers into water before dipping them into his beer. Herman Schultz, AKA Shocker, on the other hand was acting extremely loud and obnoxious. In other words, he was immensely drunk.
That had been when the conversation had turned towards Fred’s plans. Plans which involved robbing the Owl, one of Manhattan’s most fearsome crime bosses. As such, the rest of the group didn’t really seem too interested. Fred could only sit there and grimace. If this was going to work, he needed them. All of them. Sighing, the Australian took grabbed his glass and gulped down the rest of his pint. He may as well have some fun tonight?
It wasn’t long until the night grew slightly more interesting. It would seem that James’ attempts at banging every woman who entered the place had attracted the attention of his latest victim’s boyfriend; the humongous hippo-sized Hippo. Try saying that five times after downing several pints! Now due to James’ annoying personality, it wasn’t difficult to see when Hippo wanted to punch the guy in the face.
Hippo lashed out angrily, only for Speed Demon to step away cockily at superhuman speed, causing the giant to come crashing forward into a table.
“Nice job, Rhino!” The speedster jested, before taking another sip from his beer bottle.
“I am not a rhino!” Mr Not-A-Rhino roared loudly, as he lunged forward once more in another unsuccessful attempt at catching Speed Demon.
Fred simply sat and smirked from the booth as he watched the events take place. James really could be a tremendous dick sometimes. His smile faded however as his eyes caught sight of Hippo’s drinking mates from across the room, who were beginning to rise from their seats, their eyes fixated on the fight. Fred gulped. This was certainly going to get messy.
Deciding that the best course of action would be to get the hell out of there, Fred rose to his feet. On his way to the door, he stopped next to Speed Demon, who had just avoided another attack from Hippo whom was currently catching his breath.
“James, do me a favour, and hit him in the balls for me.” Fred said coolly, patting his friend supportively on the shoulder.
“Oh, will do Freddy-Boy!” The speedster replied with a sly smile, as he rubbed his hands together menacingly.
With that, Fred turned and headed towards the door, giving a short wave goodbye to the now panicking Deke behind the bar as he did so. Before he could leave however, a voice from across the room caught his attention.
“Where the hell are you going Myers?”
Fred turned to find that the voice belonged to none other than Desmond Charne, otherwise known as Mirage, otherwise known as the villain with the worst costume ever. Seriously, the guy wears a bright yellow spandex. Even his supervillain debut was lame; robbing weddings? Really? In this case he seemed to be a member of the Hippo’s crew. How that relationship came about, Fred had no idea. Reluctantly, Fred decided to pity the man with an answer.
“Thought I’d just go out for a smoke mate” He jeered. “Be back in to kick your ass shortly.”
The comment seemed somewhat funny to the pathetic villain, as Desmond seemed to laugh. “Real funny, you fucking coward!”
The C-Word caused Fred to stop in his tracks completely, with him having turned to leave once more. Coward, him? Sure that was kind of true, but he certainly could let everyone here think that. He had his reputation to think about! Jesus Christ, was he actually doing this?
Turning back around, Fred faced Desmond and the rest of the bar’s inhabitants, who had directed their attention from Hippo and Speed Demon to him. Smiling, he gave a shrug.
“Well, if you really insist I stay.”
At that, Fred reached to his pocket, from which he revealed a gleaming boomerang of razor-sharp white metal, launching it forward through the air in front of him.
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