Sixsmith

Caelbury Academy

Ex said
I definitely think we can finish the dunk tank now...

Nope, nope, nope, nope, we must dunk everyone in the school. Only then can we finish the dunk tank.

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

James Buchanan Barnes
Bucky
Ice Cold Culture Shock

This was all too much.

From the subway ride to the city lights—it was daytime for God's sake, why the hell was there still so much brightness. Brooklyn wasn't as bad as this. And finally, to the giant crowd of people in front of an equally giant head quarters. Sure, superheroes saved lives and all that, but the amount of publicity they were currently getting was just overkill. It was an obscene amount that made James give an internal cringe. He'd have to try harder today to maintain his stoicism and nonchalant attitude, if only to keep from completely succumbing to the carnal urges raging inside. If there was anything he currently wanted to do the most, it was to slap each and every damn one of those flashing devices out of the hands of every civilian currently gawking at the costumed heroes and heroines about to get initiated into some kind of... team, or something. It was nauseating and not because he was an antisocial, sociopathic bore—Bucky didn't mind people in a moderate amount—it was because there were so many people and so many things happening at once. He really did feel like releasing the contents of his stomach all over the sidewalk.

It seemed Steve caught the twisted look on Bucky's features and a large hand caught the kid's attention as he looked up at the Captain. Arching a brow, his eyes fell on the hand then back to Steve's blue eyes in bewilderment.

"Are you okay, Bucky? Nervous?" Steve bent down to his height as he spoke, smiling reassuringly at Bucky.

Nodding, he shifted his gaze to the side, "I'm fine."

"Are you su—"

"Yes, Steve," Bucky snapped, "I'm perfectly fine."

The Captain paused, looking at his charge for any shift in expression, almost wondering how to respond to such a blatant disregard to his authority. Of course, being dutiful didn't mean being a complete stickler, especially not in regards to an old friend. Steve simply smiled and planted his hand on Bucky's back as he pushed him forward slightly.

"Alright," he started, gesturing in a different direction with his head, "I guess you're fine enough to get to know some of your new friends, right?"

Inhaling sharply, Bucky looked up in protest, but made no move to stop. He did, however, vocalize his disagreement, "They aren't my... friends."

"Not yet, they aren't."

"Sure," Bucky mumbled, leaving his Captain to converse with his fellow teammates as he lumbered off to find his own.

Planting himself far enough away from what seemed like a trio, Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets and looked off into the distance. He'd work with them for now, but getting chummy with them would take time. People tended to forget that the boy was still acclimating to his surroundings. The initial culture shock had warn off, but that didn't mean Bucky knew what the hell a damn iPhone was for or how to grasp the nature and complexity of just how far technology had come since the 40s. The people were as much alien to him as the current century's society was, so making friends with strangers was kind of a big deal for Bucky and kind of a hard one, at that. So, he made do with seeming like he was just unbelievably cold, almost too good for conversing with his teammates, though that was far from it. Better they think of him that way, than of someone needing to be babied, though. If he wanted to get used to society on his own, then he'd have to figure this out for himself.

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William "Billy" Kaplan
Wiccan
Fangirling All Over the Place

Was that Batman?

Holy crap.

And... and Captain America?

Tony Stark?!

If only he could just touch one of them, just once—

Oh God, Thor and Superman.

Was it even possible to have that kind of muscle mass and still be able to wear that tight of spandex? Or was it latex? Or what even was that fabric? God, he wanted to know so badly. He wanted to touch it, to feel it, to.. .to...

"Who're you?"

Billy's head snapped to the side, having been taken out of his own ruminations and daydreaming by what seemed to be a rather gangly looking adult apparently sizing him up. Arching a brow, he turned toward the man to better respond to him and to peel his attention completely away from the various men in overly tight outfits. Ahem. He opened his mouth to talk, but was immediately cut off by the man's second comment. Comment because it was obvious the question was rhetorical.

"And what kind of outfit is that? The hell are you supposed to be? Some weird variation of Thor?"

Well, of course he wouldn't have been noticed, not like he tried to stand out anyways—that was furthest from what he wanted to do. But, this kind seemed to be blatantly insulting him. What kind of outfit? He thought it was obvious that it wasn't some cheap knock off or something; the fabric and material was legit and the design was more intricate than most costumes of the same variation, even. And Thor? Really? He looked nothing like the guy. Of course, what was he going to say? It wasn't like anyone had heard of him or anything and he obviously hadn't done much to accomplish anything. In fact, he had no damn idea how he was currently standing where he was, about to become a part of a team of superheroes who were probably leagues more accomplished than he was.

Oh, there it was again.

It wasn't the man's comment that seemed to get to him, but it certainly looked that way—or maybe it was the man's fault. Billy had turned his sights away from the guy, knitted his brow and was almost frowning as he began fiddling with his own hands. How wonderful. He was beginning to doubt why he was even there in the first place, beginning to worry about things that shouldn't have even been accounted for in preparing for something like this. Billy had gotten asked to join and that was that; there was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. But, here he was, letting a man's comment further slice into any shred of confidence he had in himself and let him plummet and fall into a sea of doubt.

Finally, however, Billy came to his senses, gave the man a glare and proceeded to walk to where a small group of what looked to be people around his age forming. It was most likely the people he'd be further working with. Arriving, he could finally put names to faces... or rather, masks and one face.

"Batgirl?" Billy asked, tapping the girl's shoulders with a wide grin on his face. It seemed any thoughts prior to seeing one of the famed Dark Knights, aside from Batman himself, had completely vanished in a flurry of fanboy glee.

"Oh wow," he could barely breath, "Hi, hi! Billy Kaplan. Uh. Yeah. Hi! Wow. Is that outfit the real deal? Did you make this? Or did Batman? Or was it someone else? If forgot. Just... oh my God. Oh, is that a real utility belt? What's all on it... is that where you keep all those things with bat nomenclature? Can I see a batarang? Or... or..."

He was projecting way too hard. He had to tone it down a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. Be the actual Billy Kaplan instead of the overly nerdy, super touchy, apparently, Billy that he was currently being. He'd effectively manhandled Batgirl, of all people, and intruded on her personal space way too hard, especially as a damn stranger.

"I'm really sorry," he stepped back a bit, cheeks a deep, deep crimson, "I'm William Kaplan, and I'm a part of the crew, if that wasn't obvious enough—I guess I gave off the maniac vibe a little too hard, there. Sorry, again." This time, he distanced himself from the female and held out his hand for her to shake, giving his best smile to ward off the anxiety creeping at the back of his mind.

Caelbury Academy

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"Forcing me into something?" Jaycen mused with an arched eyebrow and sly grin, "I don't think that's quite possible, Alli-Cat. But, you don't have to force me into anything; I'll gladly step up to the plate. Just lemme go grab my trunks."

It was by far not one of his better ideas. His figure, inside the front seat of his Ford F-150 trying to get undressed and redressed was like trying to get through the doggy door as a child and expecting not to run into any complications. The horn must have honked a thousand times—it was enough to leave a dull ringing in his ears. But, Jay somehow managed, finally able to slip out of the truck with everything intact and just a few shoe prints here and there. He wasn't the type to complain about making a mess of his car, but damn did he make a complete hazard in there. Ah well, it was fixable.

Jogging back to the party in a pair of swimming trunks and a towel over his shoulder, he gave Hayden a quick wave before passing Eliza to get to the dunk tank. Stripping off his shirt he gave a look around before simply tossing it aside and climbing up onto the board with the largest, goofiest smile he could muster. To a regular person, a dunk tank was just simple fun and a way to get cool on a hot summer's afternoon. To Jay, it was currently the best idea in the world and that was quite evident in the way he lightly bounced in place as he anticipated the sudden fall into the water. Of course, he didn't trust Alli to be able to hit that target 'cause he figured her accuracy wasn't typically the best. Sure, she could mop the floor with him in anything in regards to gymnastics, but Jay had the upper hand when it came to this. But, he'd hold his judgement for when she actually threw the ball. Last he remembered, she missed his hand entirely when throwing him a beer bottle a few nights ago—broken glass and beer would forever stain his perfect, white walls.

Jaycen grimaced at the thought.

"Hey, Alli-Cat!" he shouted through cupped hands, "Just remember, if no one dies, then you did good. Doesn't matter if I fell in or not, as long as you don't kill anyone."

"Just for that, I'm going to kill someone. Mainly you Jaycen. You are so dead." Alli threw Jaycen a disgruntled look as she grabbed the balls in her hands. She couldn't deny it though, she probably would end up killing someone with her bad aim... There was a reason why the sports she played usually didn't involve throwing a ball. They tended to end up with some sort of casualty.

First try! Alli lined up her aim, and simply let the ball fly. Of course, the ball veered far to the right, nearly hitting Brenden in the head. However, Brenden grabbed the ball out of the air and tossed it back to her with an easy-going smirk.

"Congrats," he shouted again, with a grin, bounding up and down again in excitement, "Great way to welcome the new guy!"

Catching the ball in her hands--she can catch, okay?--Alli glared at Jayce. "Shut up." She hissed before trying again, this time sailing high over the target. Wow. This was embarrassing. And Jaycen looked extremely excited to be dunked, there was no way that Alli could betray his anticipation.

It was time to take a different approach. Abandoning the ball, Alli stalked over to the target, and slammed her first into it, effectively dunking Jaycen without the use of projectiles. The moment Jaycen fell into the water, Alli was leaning on the tank, her arm outstretched with her hand pressing down firmly upon his head as if she was trying to drown him by keeping him under.

"Wow. You really do suck!" Jaycen said in the minute amount of time he had before plummeting into the water with the largest smile.

The whole holding him under the water would have worked, had Jaycen not at least five times the strength Alli had. Planting his feet on the bottom, he simple stood and gave Alli a smug look, partially goading her to try again. Shaking his head, he turned and clambered out, nearly landing on his face in the process. At the sight of one vice principal, he immediately straightened and gave a dismissive cough and then a wave in his direction, only to wipe the sheepish look off completely and replace it with a very snide and knowing expression.

"Hey there, Hotshot," Jay drew out, holding out the towel he retrieved, "How 'bout you be a doll and dry me off?"

"Shove it," Hayden growled, shooting him an exasperated look as he turned his attention away from his phone.

"Aw, come on, Hot stuff," he joked, starting to dry himself off as he walked up to Hayden, "I guess I gotta be more than an all-star quarterback, eh? I always pegged you as having some kind of authority fetish."

"Did I not tell you to shut up?" Hayden gave a sigh as he rolled his eyes.

"I get it, I get it. Gotta be a stickler for the rules for all the kids, especially after you just got all cuddly with their principal."

"Oh my God, will you stop?"

"Hey, I just saw the end bit, but I'm sure you didn't hold out any, eh?"

"Stop being an ass, Jay. You aren't any better, you know it."

"Oh, ooooh, really? I at least buy my date dinner and a drink before I go dragging 'em off into the nearest corner for a quick fu—"

"Jay, this is a school picnic."

"Don't be a hypocrite. You trying to sex up the new guy is much worse than me talking about it."

"I can't handle this. Can you go play with the dogs or something? I've got stuff to do."

Jay's immediately perked up at the mention of Hayden's dogs. How long had it been since he'd practically rolled around in their ball of fluff?

"You didn't tell me you brought your dog," he said in mild disbelief, quickly finishing dying up, "The hell, Hotshot?"

"You didn't ask. They're somewhere, I dunno, just don't kill yourself or them. I think Acacia brought some frisbees too," Hayden waved him off, settling back down on the nearest picnic table as his eyes wandered back over to where Brenden was.

In an instant, Jay was scouring through the campus with the disk in his hand and Cecelia's dog in tow after sneaking the teacher's dog from behind her whilst she flirted with the other literature teacher. He'd snatched a ton of hot dogs, stuffed 'em in his pocket before running off with the frisbee and dog. Hayden would get the hint that the picnic needed more delicious meats; at the moment, Jaycen was much too preoccupied with filling up his time with a bunch of slobbery canines.

"There ya' are," he mumbled, smiling brightly at the relaxing pair of bodies under the shade of a tree, not too far from an equally relaxed looking Jack Riley.

Offering his best smile, Jaycen gave the kid a wave and pointed at the two bodies directly behind him. "Don't mind if I have a little fun with your friends over there, eh?" he asked, giving a soft whistle to wake the dogs. Without waiting for a response, Jay bounded off with his newly reunited pals, waving back at Jack to thank him before completely immersing himself in the trio of dogs.

Caelbury Academy

Wasn't ice in San Francisco? o_o

Beacon's Light: Rising - OOC (RWBY)

I'm sorry for uttering the the killing word, I think twice now. Maybe three times. I might have done it a fourth time. Does thinking it count? I should stop... I CAN'T STOP.

PEOPLE ARE DYING NO. SOMEONE DO SOMETHING.

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

Necrosis said
I want to keep it in pairs (or else I would also have to add X-23 to the team due to her tracking abilities and then possible every other character).

Oh, well, yeah, no... true that. XD

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Necrosis said
I meant Black Panther,I meant Black Panther (Got the name of the country stuck in my head).

Put Robin in and make it a trio. They'd probably have every jail filled before dawn.

Avenging Justice (DC + Marvel Young Justice retelling)

Wiccan and Hulking: The dynamic duo... gets nothing done 'cause they're too busy sucking face (Codename: Facepalm/Facedesk)
Tommy: "What the hell are you idiots doing? We're trying to stop the end of the world and you two are sexing it up in a crater?!"

And I'm sure reality warping is a lot more OP than Green Lantern ring. Wanda made an entirely other universe/world.

EDIT: I think you meant Batgirl and Robin lol. I was like, is there something I'm missing with Billy? XD

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Necrosis said
Be interesting if we had a Lantern story arc, were every character gets a ring. X-23 would probably get a yellow ring.

That... huh, I really don't know what Wiccan or Bucky would get.

I think Bucky would be traditional Green Lantern.

Billy would get the Rainbow Lantern Ring. <3 <3 <3 Because lol, that's why.

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Those crazy Green Lanterns. Just be glad one of 'em isn't a Blue Lantern. That'd be beyond OP.

Here's some Hope for your Will. :D And some more... And some more... And some more...