The New Yorker

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

<Snipped quote by The New Yorker> I would, but due to our separate storylines it may be confusing for some. What I WOULD say, is when we inevitably collab, instead of posting from the perspective of our main characters - we put the logo as Inhumans and collaborate on any and all of them.

@Eru Iluvatar

That sounds good. Speaking of, feel free to point Karnak in the direction of this oncoming fight. Maximus coming in on his submarine could be visible from wherever Karnak's from, draw his attention perhaps. That would let him catch the tail end, there would be lot's of noise besides. Unless you have other plans for him, that is.

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

I was thinking, @Eru Iluvatar, perhaps we should just use an Inhuman logo for our posts. A bit of consistency among posts would be an interesting change in the RP aesthetic. I understand if you object to that however. I can think of a few reasons why you rightly would.

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

The Royal Chambers are seen in shades like never seen before. Fear, and shame, and nervousness are burning in her core. She wants to stop but the boy persists, and so they run more, And ever more.

Blue, green and gold lights blurred together in Medusa’s mind as she raced behind the boy in the white harness, his strong hand guiding her. She’d gotten to know the layout of the Royal chambers through the lights alone, the differing hues and variations in the shapes. But all of that seemed to blend in the blistering pace. Blackagar wasn’t entirely sure where he was going, he’d never seen the outside of his quarters with sentient eyes. But he understood Inhuman architecture better than many, having studied the topic intently. He could see the curves leading to exits, the angles leading toward new rooms, and the hallways which bent into the foyer. When Blackagar exited into the throne room, Medusa sheepishly following behind, he was struck by the majesty of the design. The stories etched into the moldings, along with the mosaics which so eloquently detailed the legends Blackagar could only imagine, left the newly freed young man with an unquietable sense of awe. He sunk with the weight of the ages pressed atop him. He let go of Medusa’s hand and solemnly pressed up the steps toward his rightful throne. Blackagar caressed the arm of his father’s chair, and he could smell his brother’s perfume on it. He wrinkled his nose and looked over at Medusa, her amber hair swirling under the blue light refracting from the glass dome above. “We shouldn’t be here!” Medusa whispered cautiously. “High Lord Maximus could be back any moment.” Blackagar’s features shifted suddenly from disgusted to offended, a brutish snarl crossing his face, a puff of air released from his nostrils as a silent scoff. He grasped the arm and the back of his father’s heavy throne and lifted it above the ground, slamming it back down again. Dust and ancient debris spread out from the epicenter of the action. Medusa could read the words on his lips: ”This is mine”. Blackagar’s features softened, and he extended his hand. Medusa hesitated for a while, but Blackagar remained. She climbed the steps to meet him with an equal measure of excitement and embarrassment. When she reached him Blackagar stared into her emerald eyes for a long while, as if searching for something. When he seemed to have found it, he glanced over to his side, assigning her to do the same. There, on the grand wall beside them, was a giant picture of Maximus. Medusa looked at it as if for the first time, seeing the absurdity of it. Blackagar looked back at his cousin and she looked back at him: “I must stop him” his eyes said in clear tones. Medusa could practically hear Blackagar’s voice, and then, she felt like she was. “Dear Brother,” came a dark voice from above, “I’m afraid you may be lost.” Maximus descended to the center of the throne room in a bubble elevator, made even more elegant by the telescopic copper pipes which lowered it. When the elevator reached the bottom Maximus unlatched the gate and came forth, clad in black silks. Blackagar pushed Medusa to the side and stepped in front of the throne. His own furious fist came to his chest and, in one motion, ripped the harness from his body. The brilliant white lightning strike design of his suit was a familiar, yet stark contrast against Maximus. With a certain level of reverence and hesitation, Blackagar reached behind him and pulled the built-in cowl over his head. The antennae attached to the forehead of the suit lit up and sparked with energy. The silent Inhuman hunched over and collected energy, watching his smiling sibling carefully. Blackagar stood between his brother and the Royal Inhuman cathedra, and at that moment became the first living defender of Atillan society against the tyrannical rule of a madman; indeed, only the first of many.

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

<Snipped quote by Eru Iluvatar> I just hope he got banned because of his user name and not because he posted something profane/obscene. This is supposed to be a friendly environment! I don't want random trolls to scare away people from this RP because they post something disgusting. >.< Edit: Also, Spidey-Loki post should be up soon. We have it done, but we just need to finish fine-tuning it.

@Dedonus

Well, it certainly doesn't matter now. The post has been disappeared, and quite rightly!

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

Why is my avatar gone?

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

Sorry for the long delay there. After a while I just decided I would rather have a post than more excuses if I were you guys. So there's the post, no excuse. I'd like to do BB tonight as well, but I'm not sure. We'll see how I feel in 2 hours or so.

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

Summer, 2012 Before dawn Manhattan, New York

The solemn sound of a garbage truck pulling away from the curb filled Matthew with a sense of nostalgia as he sat alone on a bench in a backstreet just around the corner from 50th st and 11th ave. He’d taken a cab here immediately after hanging up the phone with Torry Fevor, a former work associate and friend of Matt’s still in the force. He pulled up some reports from major case and got Matt an address he was looking for. Karen was still asleep as he slinked out of the apartment with a wakizashi tucked into his jacket. Just as the truck rounded the corner, and it’s humming muffler was out of earshot, Matt stood in the lonely alley and faced the door he knew to be several yards in front of him. Rory McKinely was the man Matt was looking for, a known associate of the man who attacked Matthew and killed his aunt. This was the only lead Matt could follow and he thought it was better than staring at a cold trail. The door was a back entrance, kept open for special customers, to a dingy bar in Hells Kitchen. It was a haven for degenerates, killers, and hired criminals, and Rory was a peg which fit squarely in those slots. The bar was called the Squinty Fly. Matthew walked through a thick cloud of what he assumed was hookah smoke. It’d become a popular addition to most bars in lieu of smoking cigarettes indoors, which was illegal in New York. Glasses chattered and Matt focused on the epicenter of the noise, allowing himself to receive clear and distinct signals. He could “see” the small crowd of drunken patrons lined up at the bar and a few people talking in booths. Matthew quickly remembered the locations of the obstacles and maneuvered around them in order to make a quick scan of the room. Most of these people were boosters, drug dealers, thieves, and white-collar criminals; Matthew knew that going into the joint. So only a few were qualified for the kind of work Rory did. He remembered seeing two men who could fit the bill. One was standing by the bar and the other was sitting at a couch. The one at the bar smelled faintly of perfume. And his voice, as he ordered a drink, had hints of a Bostanite, Rory was a pure New Yorker. When Matt sat at the couch he could smell the faint scent of ball propellant and gunpowder, the gruff chalky smell of a man who hasn’t showered in a day or so. Matt finished off the whiskey he ordered and set it on the table in front of him. After a few moments Rory lifted himself from the couch and walked over to the bathroom. Matthew waited for the shrill sound of the door opening and closing before he stood. Quickly, he crossed the distance between him and the bathroom and snuck in. He could hear the crashing sound of Rory urinating as he silently walked up behind him. When Matt’s shoulder met Rory’s back he pushed hard forward, pressing him against the wall. He drew his wakizashi and slid it between Rory’s arm and his torso as the thug attempted to reach for his pistol. “Don’t you even think about going for it. Unless you won’t miss your arm.” Matt said calmly, in a deeper voice than usual. He didn’t exactly know why that was, but he could feel the tension and the anger rising in his throat, as if his emotions were talking for him. Carefully, Matt removed the pistol as Rory stood still, placed it in the sink behind them. “Spread your legs,” Matt commanded as he began patting Rory’s jacket to check for extra weapons. He behaved as a cop would, stretching out Rory’s leg’s with his own to maintain his position. As Matt reached down to check Rory’s pants he felt Rory’s body move, he turned and tried to elbow Matt on the back. Matthew twisted his body to the left, moving away from the strike, and drew his wakizashi, tucked under his arm, with blinding speed. In only a moment Rory’s hand was in the sink with his gun, and blood spurted around the bathroom. Rory screamed in pain as he came to the realization of his severed self. Matt bum rushed Rory to the ground and held him down with his knees. With the wakizashi raised above his head he loomed over Rory’s bloody, writhing body. “If you don’t want your story to end like this, Rory, you’ll tell me about your friend. Greg Calvin. You know him, yes?” Matthew asked this calmly, taking off his jacket as he did so. “You were in the marines, right? You know how to tie a tourniquet. Use this.” He said as he ripped off the arm of his jacket. Rory fumbled with the material and sobbed as he wrapped himself up with help from Matthew. People approached the bathroom door and Matthew could hear the clicking of a pistols hammer from outside. With the bathroom being as small as it was Matt pulled Rory across the bloody floor and sat against the door to block it. “Now Rory, if you don’t tell me who Greg worked for I’m going to have to kill you and your friends, okay? This is it. What do you say?” Matt said these things deliberately, his blood-soaked hands holding on to Rory and his glistening sword at once; one menacing the other. A kick of the door shook Matt and Rory. “What’s going on in there?” A voice from outside yelled. “Last chance, Rory” Matt said as he raised the sword to Rory’s throat. “The Kingpin! The Kingpin. Please, please, man.” Rory sobbed, with blood covering most of his body. Matt nodded, stood against the door and dragged Rory against it. “Don’t let me regret letting you live, or I’ll come back and take the other.” Matt said as he tossed the severed hand from the sink into Rory’s lap. He climbed out through the tiny window of the bathroom to the back alley where he started as the door was being forced open.

***

Matthew stopped at an open fire hydrant as he made his way downtown to wash some of the left over blood from his body. He met Karen at the office after he’d made sure he was cleaned off and collected the suit he asked her to bring. Today was Matthew’s first day as a hired lawyer from the Nelson & Son’s lawfirm. With the prospect of a bright future, and vengeance, in front of him, a loyal and wonderful woman beside him, and a hot, and gruesome trail of blood behind him, Matthew was strangely at peace. He looked at the actions he’d committed stoically, as if they were done in a dream; though, Matthew considered, in many ways they had been. Was it that, or had he been reflecting on those actions through a dream? As if those volatile, chaotic moments of hatred and lust were the only real moments he’d ever truly experienced in his life. Matthew received a cold chill up and down his spine when he considered that. So he thought on something else, something new. He repeated the name in his mind as he huddled over his newly presented cup of coffee: Kingpin. Kingpin. KINGPIN.

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

I just got GTA V for the X1, so that's really all I've been doing. I'll have my Black Bolt post up tomorrow though. Followed shortly by DD.

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

Fun fact, the rogue Inhumans were featured firstly in the iconic Incredible Hulk Annual #1, and they worked for Maximus for years to come and fighting the Hulk a good many times.

@Eru Iluvatar

That is a fun fact! And a good thing too, since I think our Maximus will also use them to his advantage.

Anyone else seen that Ruby's character sheet for Thor no longer exists?

@Eru Iluvatar

That's quite sad.

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

Nice post, Eru! Can't wait to respond. Which should be tomorrow.

I'm working on a Hawkeye application, so hopefully that will be up in the near future (I hope sooner rather than later).

@Dedonus

Awesome.