SimplyJohn

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@MercuryHg34 That's what I meant, other characters called her by her number so it makes sense to switch back.

Already changed Saf's CS, just need @Light to change the roster now.

Operation Shadow Sabre

@GhostReaper Yea get back to the back of line! though Jax prefers to stay in the back...so back of line...but in front of Jax

Would it helped if Saf walks backwards? That way she'll be able to keep an eye out for any tails and Jax'll still be behind her. :p

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Nobody called her 09 IC at all?! Ahem... well, I guess I'll let Light decide what to do. Based on what your character has said though (the part about her concern for being the highest number meaning she's outranked by everyone else, for example) the context still leans toward switching back to 09. That's just my opinion though, Light gets the final word.

@MercuryHg34

The comment about the numbered ranking still holds as Sgt Garron (04) would outrank her. Having said that, it'd make more sense to switch back to her being 09 since most of the others have referred to her by that designation several times already.

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@MercuryHg34 Also, @SimplyJohn did you actually change Saf's number to 05 yet?

I changed the number on her CS, but as she's not referred to herself IC as 09 at all I've not needed to make any changes there.

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The good news is that we're only 325,734th in the queue.

Please stay on the line, your call is important to us.

Lone Star (Sci-Fi/Space Exploration/Criminal) - Party Full

Sounds interesting. Have you posted up an RP thread yet, or an interest thread?

Lone Star (Sci-Fi/Space Exploration/Criminal) - Party Full

@Kalas Currently experiencing a bit of a writer's block due to some Cyberpunk RP idea, that I have stuck in my head, which is completely and utterly consuming me right now.

Cyberpunk, you say? Tell me more.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

My Deadpool story's up and running. Here's the pitch: Wade Wilson, the Merc With The Mouth, has been hired by his previous employers in Las Vegas to oversee the security for the Annual Poker World Tournament as they're expecting several high-profile supervillains to be attending as participants. Hopefully this will involve hijinks as other characters drop in for a little card play, casual dining and casino robbery, but if they don't then Deadpool's gonna get bored and try to make off with the loot himself.

Anyone wishing to collaborate on the story, feel free to drop me a line, or just jump into the thread. I'm more than happy to have Deadpool respond to whatever happens in a suitably chaotic fashion.

In case you're wondering, this story picks up from the events in Deadpool #23-26: Tricky (2010), where Deadpool teamed up with Weasel to help police Las Vegas in giant battle robot armour suits, only for Deadpool to screw over Weasel in order to steal the gig for himself.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Deadpool, Deadpool and Deadpool
September 1st, 2012
Rundown Apartment Building Deadpool-Cave, in a Top Secret Location

The pizza was hot on Wade's tongue as he felt the cheese melting into his mouth. Oww, goddammit! If I hadn't already shot that delivery guy I'd shoot him again, he thought, chewing on the gooey mess before swallowing it down. We've warned you before about your impulse control issues Wade, perhaps this will be a lesson for you.

As he tried to think of a witty comeback to himself Wade's attention was diverted by the ringing phone. How long's that been going for now?, he wondered. How would we know? We thought you were the one in control today? Grumbling to himself Wade quickly plucked the receiver from the cradle and tossed to onto his shoulder before reaching for another slice of smoking hot pizza.

"Congratulations! You're our next contestant on Deadpool's World of Guns! You have thirty seconds to explain why you're interrupting our important and ultra-top secret activities or we'll hunt you down and... well, do bad things to you. With badgers. And possibly a marmoset."

For a second the only sound at the other end of the line was the muttering of a conversation while someone's hand was pressed against the handset, a moment later a voice from the past spoke up, "Mr. Wilson? I'm not sure if you remember me or not, but a while back you did some work for my associates and myself in Las Vegas and we thought we could tempt you back for a special assignment. We can pay top dollar for your services and assure you it won't take up too much of your time."

Chewing on his pizza slice, feeling the cheesy goodness burning into his tongue, Deadpool desperately tried to remember anything about Vegas, but all that came to mind was giant robot suits, a grizzly bear and Weasel. Suddenly a synapse fired in the right place and it all came flooding back. "Wait a sec, is this the sleazy casino owner guy, or the other sleazy casino owner guy..? Didn't I beat you guys up back in issue #26?"

"If you're talking about our little employment disagreement, I think I speak for everyone here when I say there's no hard feelings on our end for how things turned out. Plus we could really use someone with your particular skill set to help us out with security, on a purely short-term basis."

Chewing on his pizza slice Wade considered the alternatives he had lined up, and realised there weren't any. Even the X-Men had been giving him the cold shoulder lately, even after he'd installed the Deadpool Phone in the library for them to contact him in emergencies. In hindsight blowing his way through the wall with 20 pounds of Semtex probably wasn't the best way to get the phone inside the house, but you had to improvise in a hurry when automated security turrets were shooting at you from all directions. "What exactly would you need me to do? And do I get to wear the suit again?"

'The Suit'

"I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, the suit was a write-off after our little... incident, and with Mr. Hammer's unfortunate departure we've had to fall back on more traditional security options. Which is what brings us back to you." The armoured robot suits built by Weasel had been a blast, but at the end of the day working security for the Las Vegas Gaming Commission had been a drag. Still, for a short-term gig, there were worse places than Vegas to hang out.

"We'll be hosting the Annual Poker World Tournament next week and several big names will be dropping in, including some colourful characters with unsavoury pasts..."

"Supervillains, you mean." Wade interjected, picking a piece of pepperoni from his teeth with a sai.

"We prefer not to label our guests, but in all honesty yes, supervillains. The truth is they tend to be cash rich a lot of the time, and see Vegas as a good place to help increase their fortunes before a big project. We like to keep them well entertained and happy, but with such a big event and so much money floating around..."

"You want to make sure none of them decide their next 'big project' is you." Wade finished off, cutting through the bullshit and coded phrases to get to the chase. "If I take the gig I have a few demands of my own." He said, trying to sound as if he knew what he was doing.

"I'm sure we could accommodate your wishes as part of our employment contract with you."

Jumping to his feet Wade made his way over to the dresser and started tossing his Hawaiian shirts into a suitcase. "First of all, I want my own suite. A big one. With a good view over the pool and the women's changing rooms. Second, all my food, drinks and smutty movies will get comped by the hotel, on top of my paycheque. Thirdly, I'll need access to all your security cameras and guards will address me as 'Mi'Lord' while I'm working..." "Ask for a marmoset! We're gonna need a marmoset!"

For the next ten minutes Deadpool listed off his demands and requirements before finally coming to an agreement with the Gaming Commission, and five minutes after that he was on the pavement outside his apartment building Secret Lair hailing a cab to the airport.

"We're going to Vegas, Baby!" "Whose baby?" "Seriously,. I thought we'd had the snip five years ago?"

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Player Name: SimplyJohn
Character You Wish To Play: Wade Winston 'Deadpool' Wilson, Merc with a Mouth, Regenerating Degenerate
Moral Alignment (Hero, Villain, Walking the Line): Leaping back and forth across the line while singing Yankee Doodle Dandy
Affiliation (what group/team/organization, if any, is your character affiliated with?): Agency X, Astonishing Avengers, Code Red, Deadpool Corps, Frightful Four, Great Lakes Initiative, Heroes for Hire, Landau, Luckman, and Lake, Maggia, Secret Defenders, S.H.I.E.L.D, Six Pack, Thunderbolts, Weapon X, X-Force, X-Men (basically anyone and everyone, and no-one, since any alliance is usually only temporary until his mental state bounces off in a whole new direction.)
Character Origin & Backstory: While suffering from cancer and having been kicked out of the United States Army Special Forces, Wade Wilson signed up for the Weapon X programme only to become the subject of horrific experiments at the hands of Department K. The result of these experiments was a cure to his cancer in the form of an incredibly enhanced healing factor which was able to continuously fight against the disease, keeping him alive, but only in the same disfigured state he was in at the point were his healing factor was triggered for the first time. After several successful missions for Department K, and some unsuccessful ones, Deadpool decided to branch out on his own, seeking the fame, money, glory and money the life of a superpowered mercenary could bring.
Powers and Abilities (What can your character do? What can't they do?):
Healing Factor
Deadpool's body is nigh indestructible and he can regenerate from any injury, in fact at one point his lost body parts were successfully stitched back together to create an 'evil' clone of himself by his crazy, stalker 'girlfriend'. His healing is considerably slower in operation than some other mutants, notably Wolverine, and it usually takes several days for Deadpool to regenerate lost limbs and other appendages. He can survive decapitation, but requires at least 17 minutes to regain consciousness after his head has regenerated, and usually requires considerably longer to be back to fighting form.
The healing factor's ability to repair neurological damage grants Wade an immunity to mind control and extreme resistance to psychic probing, although it also causes memory loss and adds to his already highly unstable mental state. It also rapidly purges his body or toxins, poisons and medications, making only extremely high doses effective against him and inebriation very, very expensive.
Killy Stuff
Deadpool has considerable experience dealing with all forms of weaponry; including swords, pistols, assault rifles, sniper rifles, grenades, missile launchers, nuclear weapons, alien technology and chimichangas (if you don't consider those weapons, try using the bathroom after him one morning!) It's very rare to catch him without at least two pistols, two katana, an assault rifle and a sniper rifle in his possession. Notably he cannot pilot aircraft of any kind, but has been known to operate space vehicles as long as someone helps him stick the right 'operational guidance' stickers on the controls to remind him which ones shoot the guns, and which let him point the guns in the right direction.
Fifth Dimensional Awareness
Deadpool is fully aware that he's a fictional character and assures me that if you don't let him join this RP he'll be paying your mother a visit with his own form of house warming gift (it's napalm!) No, it's not. It's cookies. Lovely warm, sweet-scented cookies.

Sample Story Arcs:
Wildcard
Wade's loyalty is famous, in that he has none. When the party first meet him he's just as likely to attack them as join them, and can they manage to find a way to keep him from going all choppy with them long enough to reach their objective.
Life Of The Party
While the others may have their tricks, Wade knows he's the only one who can pull off the big sensational score, and he's willing to go all the way to make sure he's not outdone by anyone. Especially Taskmaster. Escalating the situation in order to prove he's the best Deadpool will pull off the impossible, or die trying. Again.
A Face Not Even A Mother Could Love
Cursed with the mutilated face he had when his healing factor was granted to him, Wade's fully aware how repulsive he truly looks. When he's not prancing about like a clown, he's often wallowing in self-pity, made all the worse for the fact that suicide is only a temporary setback for him.

Sample Post (This is used as an introduction to your writing – try to keep it to around three paragraphs or more and try to include dialogue):
"Do we have to do this?"

Yes, just stick to the script this time and wait for your cue.

It was a quiet night, but for a change Deadpool was happy. The new series of Contest of Kings had just started up and Wade was sure they'd be announcing a royal wedding soon, which meant yet another bloodbath was on the cards. Laid back on his recliner he flicked the channels until the opening credits sprung onto the screen, the clockwork countryside rolling past as the theme music started up.

"Bom Bom Da Da Bom Bom Da Da Bom Bom..." He began to sing, sitting forwards with excitement.

Suddenly his magnificent rendition was silenced by the buzzing of the doorbell. Peering over to it, his eyebrow raised under his mask Wade asked himself if they were expecting anyone. How should we know? He asked back, You never tell us anything.

Quickly jumping up from his seat he stomped over to the door, pulling out his trustiest Glock as he did. Whoever it was wouldn't be much of an interruption for long. Peering through the peephole, his pistol levelled at the door, Wade carefully eyed his uninvited guest, only to see the pizza delivery guy waiting patiently on the doorstep. Is that the usual guy? He asked himself. Looks like him, he replied. It's the right uniform, at least, he interjected cautiously. As his eyes peered down through the fisheye lens Deadpool's attention was drawn to the steaming pizza box, and he felt his belly rumble.

Coming to a decision Wade thumbed the firing pin on his pistol carefully, uncocking the hammer before pulling the door open with a flourish. The pizza guy jumped back, his face twisting with fearful anticipation for what might happen next. Three of the last four guys to make deliveries here had come back with injuries and had had to spend the night in hospital, but the fourth had received a $500 tip so he wasn't sure what to expect.

"Umm... double cheese, extra pepperoni, hold the anchovies..?" The man asked carefully, watching the costumed loon through the corner of his eye.

Hey, I like the anchovies... he whined as Deadpool reached over for his wallet, sitting on a nearby dresser. Well none of us do, so you'll have to settle for the pepperoni instead, he retorted. Pulling a bundle of notes from the leather pouch Deadpool thrust them into the delivery guy's hands and slammed the door in his face.

Quickly bouncing back to his lounger Deadpool dropped into his seat just in time to catch glimpse of breasts disappearing offscreen. With a disappointed sigh he lifted his pistol and pointed it towards the door, letting off a round. A moment later he smiled as the scream of the injured delivery man echoed up the corridor. Payback's a bitch, he told himself. Sure is, he replied.