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I am going to smuggle wholesomeness into your RPs and there's not a damned thing any of you can do to stop me.
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I am going to smuggle wholesomeness into your RPs and there's not a damned thing any of you can do to stop me.
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"Bud, you're like a pizza cutter; All edge and no point!"
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Habanero ain't the spiciest pepper but it's pretty tasty on things, ya gotta admit.
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And in addition to boneless wings being overrated; Anybody who looks at sauced and tossed wings, lovingly spiced and perfectly crispy and says; 'I'mma dunk that in blue cheese' has missed the point.
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Boneless wings are overrated.
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July 20th, 2017 - 15:46 | Metro Tower - Metropolis
Just as Duncan had planned, Toon Girl's dynamite did a real number on the Big Brown Menace that was Clayface, blowing what passed for his upper torso across the whole damned room and making a big goddamned mess.
...And just as he probably should've thought about, the blast also knocked him ass-over-head and across the room, bouncing hard enough to leave a series of small divots in the floor as he went until he finally crashed ass-first into the far wall, making a neat person-shaped indent as he stuck into it for a few seconds before falling flat on his face.
"Well... that kinda sucked..." Grumbled Duncan as he stood up after a brief moment on the ground, seemingly unharmed but very clearly starting to get a little mad at the ridiculous turn his day had taken. Which was only exhasperated when he looked down and realized that although he was extraordinarily durable, his clothes were... less so.
Which is, all in all, a very roundabout way of saying he was now basically just standing there in his boxers and (most of his) undershirt with the tattered remains of his tracksuit hanging haphazardly off his body. He didn't have long to get too mad about it, however, because that was about when Monny finally finished putting itself back together and locked his solitary eye on the Rookie with a look that just seemed to scream 'TARGET ACQUIRED'.
He looked to his left and across the room and saw the Warden bearing down on Lizard like something out of a Ridley Scott movie. A glance to his right revealed that Captain Marvel had taken to punching Toon Girl in the face and whipping miscellaneous items at his other warped teammates. And if the sudden shaking of the walls were indicative of anything, it was that there was something else wrecking shit in this tower he hadn't seen yet.
All things considered, things were looking pretty grim and stupid in Metro Tower that day.
"Welp, no way 'round it..." The Rookie flatly stated, shaking his head and cracking his knuckles. "'Deep End' it is, then."
And so, with an audible inhale and a calming exhale, the 'Literally Who?' of the team took one step forward and abruptly sank slightly into the crater that formed around him as his foot hit the floor, before kicking off and rocketing straight through the sound-barrier and closing in on Clayface with a thunderous BANG! and a fist cocked back for the mother of all haymakers.
Was it a good idea? Almost assuredly not. But at least it was doing something.
...And just as he probably should've thought about, the blast also knocked him ass-over-head and across the room, bouncing hard enough to leave a series of small divots in the floor as he went until he finally crashed ass-first into the far wall, making a neat person-shaped indent as he stuck into it for a few seconds before falling flat on his face.
"Well... that kinda sucked..." Grumbled Duncan as he stood up after a brief moment on the ground, seemingly unharmed but very clearly starting to get a little mad at the ridiculous turn his day had taken. Which was only exhasperated when he looked down and realized that although he was extraordinarily durable, his clothes were... less so.
Which is, all in all, a very roundabout way of saying he was now basically just standing there in his boxers and (most of his) undershirt with the tattered remains of his tracksuit hanging haphazardly off his body. He didn't have long to get too mad about it, however, because that was about when Monny finally finished putting itself back together and locked his solitary eye on the Rookie with a look that just seemed to scream 'TARGET ACQUIRED'.
He looked to his left and across the room and saw the Warden bearing down on Lizard like something out of a Ridley Scott movie. A glance to his right revealed that Captain Marvel had taken to punching Toon Girl in the face and whipping miscellaneous items at his other warped teammates. And if the sudden shaking of the walls were indicative of anything, it was that there was something else wrecking shit in this tower he hadn't seen yet.
All things considered, things were looking pretty grim and stupid in Metro Tower that day.
"Welp, no way 'round it..." The Rookie flatly stated, shaking his head and cracking his knuckles. "'Deep End' it is, then."
And so, with an audible inhale and a calming exhale, the 'Literally Who?' of the team took one step forward and abruptly sank slightly into the crater that formed around him as his foot hit the floor, before kicking off and rocketing straight through the sound-barrier and closing in on Clayface with a thunderous BANG! and a fist cocked back for the mother of all haymakers.
Was it a good idea? Almost assuredly not. But at least it was doing something.
Oi, oi.
If ya'll wanna collab, get in here.
EDIT: Eh, screw it, I'll just throw up a quick solo-post to keep active.
If ya'll wanna collab, get in here.
EDIT: Eh, screw it, I'll just throw up a quick solo-post to keep active.
I have not forgotten this!, tuesdays through to thursday is my busiest time of the week for work, in the mean time i just found a bunch of my hero characters and its like what to use. I have a Tamaranean alien, two Meta-humans, one with weather manipulation and the other fire and a human gadgeteer. xD
Also i am loving the posts, been managing to keep up with them.
A Tamaranean would be funny as all hell; Duncan has a poster in his room that'd be very awkward to explain... XD
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Just don't get grabbed by Toon Girl! Sure shes missing the Machette, but still...
...Just what exactly are you planning?
Ho-ho, shit's getting real.
I'll start something up on the pad when I get home from work. Come all ye temp-baddies and snot-rocket receivers, let's have us a melee!
I'll start something up on the pad when I get home from work. Come all ye temp-baddies and snot-rocket receivers, let's have us a melee!
“First impressions are important, you see. You will want to wrap yourself in something that says: Hi, I’m a grown up. I take this serious. You can put your life in my hands...
...Oh man, Lara's head's gonna spin when she meets Duncan.
So now Clayface has a stick of dynamite in it's gut and a chair flying at it's head.
It must be just loving life right about now.
It must be just loving life right about now.
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And uhh, sorry if I take too many liberties with Monny kicking Duncan's head in, @Blue Demon, I can edit stuff out if ya want. <_<;
And uhh, sorry if I take too many liberties with Monny kicking Duncan's head in, @Blue Demon, I can edit stuff out if ya want. <_<;
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July 20th, 2017 - 15:37 | Metro Tower - Metropolis
Not five minutes after Doctor Fate, Master of Mysticism and Legendary Hero of Yesterday arrived wounded, weakened and bearing portends of impending danger... did Duncan find himself taking a snot-rocket right to the face.
"Yyyup, that kinda figures..." The Rookie deadpanned, wiping a big chunk of nose-grease off his brow with the back of his hand "I swear, nothing happens in this place without something weird hitting me in the-"
He lost his train of thought around the same time he caught sight of all the mucus he'd just wiped off disappearing beneath the skin on his hand.
'Ohgodwhywhatthefuck.'
He didn't have too long to worry about that one either as, true to form, some other guy in spandex showed up and everything abruptly went to shit. Leaving him to stare in stunned silence as, among other things, Superman withered to anorexic size and lost most of his hair, Ravager began to sag in new and terrifying ways and Toon Girl turned into something that resembled something he'd walked in on his cousin Gordon watching that one time... who then abruptly chucked a bunch of TNT at his feet and everyone else who'd been standing in Fate's spray zone.
Looking around at all the now-elderly Leaguers surrounding him, he very quickly realized that the sudden entry of dynamite to the equation was a very bad thing.
"Shit, shit... SHITSHITSHITSHIT!" the Rookie screamed as he scrambled to pick up each stick and chuck them out the window as hard as he could, while at the same time dodging the massive, muddy mitts of the now-transformed Clayface who, true to his luck, started swinging at him at that exact moment when he couldn't safely make use of his superhuman speed without risking plowing into one of his now aged teammates and shattering them like glass.
To his credit, the guy actually managed to get all but one out the window before it blew up. To his... opposite of that, the second he managed to get a hold of that last one, Clayface scored a hit to the back of his skull, planting the Rookie's face into the hard floor with enough force to leave a crater. Seething with frustration and just a bit of pain as he slowly extricated from the floor, the resident Canuck cast a glance to the still-lit stick of dynamite in his hand, noting with more irritation than fear that he was running pretty damned low on fuse. And if the shadow that just cast itself over him was any indication, then his viscous opponent was about ready to pummel him again while he was still down.
Our Bluenoser cast a sideways glance to the Brown Behemoth standing over him... then back to the armed explosive in his hands... then back to Monny again as he let out a sigh.
"Fuck it."
And with that terse statement, the Haligonian would-be hero abruptly pushed himself off the ground with his one hand, spinning and launching himself right at Monny with speed as his other hand shot forward, intent on burying the lit boom-boom stick it carried right in the sentient mud-puddle's thick, gooey centre.
"Sorry, Bud! This might sting a little!"
"Yyyup, that kinda figures..." The Rookie deadpanned, wiping a big chunk of nose-grease off his brow with the back of his hand "I swear, nothing happens in this place without something weird hitting me in the-"
He lost his train of thought around the same time he caught sight of all the mucus he'd just wiped off disappearing beneath the skin on his hand.
'Ohgodwhywhatthefuck.'
He didn't have too long to worry about that one either as, true to form, some other guy in spandex showed up and everything abruptly went to shit. Leaving him to stare in stunned silence as, among other things, Superman withered to anorexic size and lost most of his hair, Ravager began to sag in new and terrifying ways and Toon Girl turned into something that resembled something he'd walked in on his cousin Gordon watching that one time... who then abruptly chucked a bunch of TNT at his feet and everyone else who'd been standing in Fate's spray zone.
Looking around at all the now-elderly Leaguers surrounding him, he very quickly realized that the sudden entry of dynamite to the equation was a very bad thing.
"Shit, shit... SHITSHITSHITSHIT!" the Rookie screamed as he scrambled to pick up each stick and chuck them out the window as hard as he could, while at the same time dodging the massive, muddy mitts of the now-transformed Clayface who, true to his luck, started swinging at him at that exact moment when he couldn't safely make use of his superhuman speed without risking plowing into one of his now aged teammates and shattering them like glass.
To his credit, the guy actually managed to get all but one out the window before it blew up. To his... opposite of that, the second he managed to get a hold of that last one, Clayface scored a hit to the back of his skull, planting the Rookie's face into the hard floor with enough force to leave a crater. Seething with frustration and just a bit of pain as he slowly extricated from the floor, the resident Canuck cast a glance to the still-lit stick of dynamite in his hand, noting with more irritation than fear that he was running pretty damned low on fuse. And if the shadow that just cast itself over him was any indication, then his viscous opponent was about ready to pummel him again while he was still down.
Our Bluenoser cast a sideways glance to the Brown Behemoth standing over him... then back to the armed explosive in his hands... then back to Monny again as he let out a sigh.
"Fuck it."
And with that terse statement, the Haligonian would-be hero abruptly pushed himself off the ground with his one hand, spinning and launching himself right at Monny with speed as his other hand shot forward, intent on burying the lit boom-boom stick it carried right in the sentient mud-puddle's thick, gooey centre.
"Sorry, Bud! This might sting a little!"
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