@Wade Wilson
You're just in time, after you, there's one more open position,t hen I think I'll cap it here for the player limit.
You're just in time, after you, there's one more open position,t hen I think I'll cap it here for the player limit.
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@tenebrae16
Will Tony Stark be a prominent figure in this RP?
I have the sudden urge to read him talking nonstop for a good two or three paragraphs for some reason.
These sorts of characters will come and go, but their influence is strong. If you want to bring him in as part of your characters' arc, as long as it's reasonable, it's fine. Also don't worry, Will does a good Tony.
@Chicogal
Hmm, it seems okay, however, I feel like the power is lacking a bit. I mean super speed is fine, but go more indepth into it? Is she like the flash who can vibrate his molecules, does she have a max speed limit, does this affect her reaction time or her thinking cause everything is somewhat in slow speed for her? How long she can run for, does she ever get tired etc. Just some questions you can expand to :3
@BlackPanther
Metal wing blades! The equivalent of Black panther's claws! Think about iittt!!
Hmm, it seems okay, however, I feel like the power is lacking a bit. I mean super speed is fine, but go more indepth into it? Is she like the flash who can vibrate his molecules, does she have a max speed limit, does this affect her reaction time or her thinking cause everything is somewhat in slow speed for her? How long she can run for, does she ever get tired etc. Just some questions you can expand to :3
@BlackPanther
Metal wing blades! The equivalent of Black panther's claws! Think about iittt!!
@BlackPanther@flightless-angel-castiel
*Whispers* I touched the butt I mean wing. Nick can have the other one.
*Whispers* I touched the butt I mean wing. Nick can have the other one.
His teachers used to say that you should stand on attention whenever someone new you were meeting came into the room so off course, Will hiked his boots up onto the rest of the seat and turned to give the latest passenger of the Nick Fury big brother encampment a once over. The corners of his lips twitching as he built a mental assessment of the man before him;
Tall, blue eyed, where's the blond hair? He mused, flashing the man a smirk as he leaned back against the arm rest of the bench and crossed his legs, taking up the entire length of the seat, continuing to study the newcomer. Taking in the boy's expression of "Yes, I am standing in the Jet I'm going to marry." as he just stood there, staring at the controls like he had just seen a whale pass them by in the air or something, hands twitching like a kid in a candy store with no price tags on the candy. Good to see that there were some people who could appreciate sexy machinery.
"You done molesting the control panel with your eyes?" He eventually quipped because as fun as it was to see the obvious city boy, god it was like that was the new 'rural', gawk at the switches and dials, he couldn't stand the silence all that long or being ignored. Usually the latter over the former, though when he was being ignored there was usually a silence that accompanied it. Long story short, he didn't like the silence, unless he was programming a sound cancelling machine, but that was besides the point. He should build a sound cancelling machine though, just for the heck of it. His thoughts running like wild fire, he nearly missed when the guy finally turned around and looked down-Damn he should build some height modifiers into his shoes or heels, he was sure he could pull off pumps-at him and actually crooned out that horrible pick up line. He nearly burst out laughing,
"Oh more than you know," He quipped back at him, reaching out to slide his hand against the smooth wall adjacent to him. One entire length of curved metal, friction unjilted between his fingertips and the wall as he ran his hand down the side of it, curving his palm to fit it's shape before he let his hand drop back to support his head, flashing the boy a sideways grin as his phone beeped, telling him the Quinjet was descending again even though he couldn't feel any change in altitude on his part, "I'm on the perv patrol, here to arrest anyone looking to damage this baby."
He finished just as the doors began to lower again, a quiet, almost completely silent whirr of the machinery present through the walls. He kept one hand pressed against the cool metal. It was silly, but sometimes, he swore he could feel the electrical impulses running through the walls, almost like a heartbeat, in all sorts of machinery, whether it was the tired out ticker of dated monitors or the smooth rhythmic beat of the more modern day athletes. They beat softly against the flesh of his palm as the newest arrival came in through those doors.
Clang! The metal bench reverberated, the sound echoing off the walls once before the sound was completely absorbed. He had sat up too fast and banged the heavy sole of his foot against the foot of the bench, but he barely felt any sign that he may or may not have completely killed all the blood vessels at the heel of his feet as he watched their newest arrival breeze past his seat. His eyes lit up as he observed the man from behind. No kidding, it was a nice behind, but that wasn't what he was staring at now.
Will had seen his fair share of mutants, non-mutants who looked like mutants and robotic replicas of mutants, but ohoho, he had never gotten a good look at those winged mutants; a seemingly common mutation. And he had been looking at designing a pair of wings and Falcon's gear was under too heavy of a lock down for him to borrow and 'study'. This, was the universe answering his whims and once again proving that, the universe liked him.
By the time the winged dude had sat down, Will was already out of his seat and storming towards him, "Oh god, whatever your name is Lucifer, you have got to let me design something for you, anything, whatever you want, name it, just let me look at these." He rambled off hastily as an introduction as he came up to him and then made an immediate detour to what he really wanted to get his hands on. Kneeling on the seat, he reached out and ran his hands over the curve of the man's wings before he grasped the edge of it more solidly and tried to spread it out a little bit more,
"How far do these go? Oh you know what would be cool? Wing blades! I could make you some light weight ones, what do you think about blue? How high can you get up on these? Do you know your top speed? Oh oh, I could add jets to the end of the blades and you could go even faster!" He started to ramble off, completely oblivious to the vibes the man was giving off and only vaguely aware of whoever else came on board, cataloguing his brief observation of them for later as he continued to fire off question after question at the winged dude, "You think I could get your measurements on these? You think I could run some tests? I'll buy you lunch if you let me, heck I'll buy you lunch for a week!"
You could've called it persistence, but then Will would likely have been ashamed that you didn't go for the pun and call it being strong willed.
Tall, blue eyed, where's the blond hair? He mused, flashing the man a smirk as he leaned back against the arm rest of the bench and crossed his legs, taking up the entire length of the seat, continuing to study the newcomer. Taking in the boy's expression of "Yes, I am standing in the Jet I'm going to marry." as he just stood there, staring at the controls like he had just seen a whale pass them by in the air or something, hands twitching like a kid in a candy store with no price tags on the candy. Good to see that there were some people who could appreciate sexy machinery.
"You done molesting the control panel with your eyes?" He eventually quipped because as fun as it was to see the obvious city boy, god it was like that was the new 'rural', gawk at the switches and dials, he couldn't stand the silence all that long or being ignored. Usually the latter over the former, though when he was being ignored there was usually a silence that accompanied it. Long story short, he didn't like the silence, unless he was programming a sound cancelling machine, but that was besides the point. He should build a sound cancelling machine though, just for the heck of it. His thoughts running like wild fire, he nearly missed when the guy finally turned around and looked down-Damn he should build some height modifiers into his shoes or heels, he was sure he could pull off pumps-at him and actually crooned out that horrible pick up line. He nearly burst out laughing,
"Oh more than you know," He quipped back at him, reaching out to slide his hand against the smooth wall adjacent to him. One entire length of curved metal, friction unjilted between his fingertips and the wall as he ran his hand down the side of it, curving his palm to fit it's shape before he let his hand drop back to support his head, flashing the boy a sideways grin as his phone beeped, telling him the Quinjet was descending again even though he couldn't feel any change in altitude on his part, "I'm on the perv patrol, here to arrest anyone looking to damage this baby."
He finished just as the doors began to lower again, a quiet, almost completely silent whirr of the machinery present through the walls. He kept one hand pressed against the cool metal. It was silly, but sometimes, he swore he could feel the electrical impulses running through the walls, almost like a heartbeat, in all sorts of machinery, whether it was the tired out ticker of dated monitors or the smooth rhythmic beat of the more modern day athletes. They beat softly against the flesh of his palm as the newest arrival came in through those doors.
Clang! The metal bench reverberated, the sound echoing off the walls once before the sound was completely absorbed. He had sat up too fast and banged the heavy sole of his foot against the foot of the bench, but he barely felt any sign that he may or may not have completely killed all the blood vessels at the heel of his feet as he watched their newest arrival breeze past his seat. His eyes lit up as he observed the man from behind. No kidding, it was a nice behind, but that wasn't what he was staring at now.
Will had seen his fair share of mutants, non-mutants who looked like mutants and robotic replicas of mutants, but ohoho, he had never gotten a good look at those winged mutants; a seemingly common mutation. And he had been looking at designing a pair of wings and Falcon's gear was under too heavy of a lock down for him to borrow and 'study'. This, was the universe answering his whims and once again proving that, the universe liked him.
By the time the winged dude had sat down, Will was already out of his seat and storming towards him, "Oh god, whatever your name is Lucifer, you have got to let me design something for you, anything, whatever you want, name it, just let me look at these." He rambled off hastily as an introduction as he came up to him and then made an immediate detour to what he really wanted to get his hands on. Kneeling on the seat, he reached out and ran his hands over the curve of the man's wings before he grasped the edge of it more solidly and tried to spread it out a little bit more,
"How far do these go? Oh you know what would be cool? Wing blades! I could make you some light weight ones, what do you think about blue? How high can you get up on these? Do you know your top speed? Oh oh, I could add jets to the end of the blades and you could go even faster!" He started to ramble off, completely oblivious to the vibes the man was giving off and only vaguely aware of whoever else came on board, cataloguing his brief observation of them for later as he continued to fire off question after question at the winged dude, "You think I could get your measurements on these? You think I could run some tests? I'll buy you lunch if you let me, heck I'll buy you lunch for a week!"
You could've called it persistence, but then Will would likely have been ashamed that you didn't go for the pun and call it being strong willed.
@flightless-angel-castiel@Winter Kitten
Alright then, go ahead and post up your sheet and then in the rp, but beware all hackers.
Alright then, go ahead and post up your sheet and then in the rp, but beware all hackers.
Marvel forgets sometimes the size of their shipping fanbase.
But ah onto administrative matters, still waiting a lil bit for some more people to post, unless that's all of them already and I'm miscounting -^-
As for Garret over here. Well, looking over his bio and everything, it's all under harsh harsh scrutiny. Thing is, I'll allow it, but the lines of his past have to remain blurred, incredibly vague, at most, he's known to be somewhat son of Steve, maybe even a student under his wing at bes, but in order not to alienate any new comers, and as much as I do love shipping, I will stretch so far as to allow it under the wraps, but to the surface of this rp, it's a hidden story, possibly never brought up or even something that doesn't exist. If you're okay with this, I'll accept him, though I think that maybe his firearm skills should be downplayed a little bit, I'll pass it on to my cogm for evaluation of the powers cause I feel it may be a little op. @flightless-angel-castiel
But ah onto administrative matters, still waiting a lil bit for some more people to post, unless that's all of them already and I'm miscounting -^-
As for Garret over here. Well, looking over his bio and everything, it's all under harsh harsh scrutiny. Thing is, I'll allow it, but the lines of his past have to remain blurred, incredibly vague, at most, he's known to be somewhat son of Steve, maybe even a student under his wing at bes, but in order not to alienate any new comers, and as much as I do love shipping, I will stretch so far as to allow it under the wraps, but to the surface of this rp, it's a hidden story, possibly never brought up or even something that doesn't exist. If you're okay with this, I'll accept him, though I think that maybe his firearm skills should be downplayed a little bit, I'll pass it on to my cogm for evaluation of the powers cause I feel it may be a little op. @flightless-angel-castiel
*holding onto life raft of stony. Sees bucky float nearby and grabs it for better buyoancy, creating OT3 amongst sea of shipping* ;^;
I know several of the people here are bias to the shipping. And despite the fact many were saddened by Clint's hidden family, I will admit that his kids were cute and that its probably just a cover for his relationship with Nat. You know. Secret life over a secret life spy stuff.
Ahem back to the subject at hand. I am sleepy. Stucky is cute. I am bias now so I will deliver the verdict on whether this is allowed in about...6 hours time or somewhere along where I am less prone to falling asleep while typidjzjkshszzsjzzzzzzzz
I know several of the people here are bias to the shipping. And despite the fact many were saddened by Clint's hidden family, I will admit that his kids were cute and that its probably just a cover for his relationship with Nat. You know. Secret life over a secret life spy stuff.
Ahem back to the subject at hand. I am sleepy. Stucky is cute. I am bias now so I will deliver the verdict on whether this is allowed in about...6 hours time or somewhere along where I am less prone to falling asleep while typidjzjkshszzsjzzzzzzzz
@flightless-angel-castiel
And he will probably get a glare in response XD
I dare him to try to touch them
Mostly for my amusement lol
Will will get to them first ;3
This still taking new people?
I'd love to join up, if you are!
Yup come aboard! We have this rp finally rolling hehe...hehehhe
..Hahahhahaha I not a villain hhahahahah
Still taking characters in. Just some really really long down time, but I'm glad to see everyone is still so passionate about this :P
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