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Still here. Just started school, so been dealing with that.
I've been busy, too, but I'm working on my post bit by bit.
I lowkey kinda (really) wanna do a teenage mutant ninja turtles sheet a superman sheet if seconds are allowed.


WALLER
Washington D.C.
FIRST DAY


A harsh winter was still descending upon the nation's capital with seemingly no end in sight. Although there hasn't been a blizzard, snow still persisted throughout the holiday week. But today, of all days, there were clear skies and relatively warm temperatures. Amanda Waller chuckled to herself before heading to her sedan. Mother Nature was such a cruel tease somethings. At least the traffic on the sixty-six wasn't too congested til she reached Roosevelt Bridge. There, she saw the Triskelion looming over it. The headquarters building of S.H.I.E.L.D. emanated the New Formalism style akin to the Kennedy Center close by. But to your average tourist, it was quite daunting with its three twenty-two-story office buildings.

A security guard approached the car and asked for the common access card, which she handed over willingly with a soft smile. It was a quick scan before the guard handed the card back and allowed her to pass.

And when she started to drive away from the checkpoint, that smile faded instantaneously.

Amanda was badly burnt. Being here at the Triskelion made that obvious. Everything she did—no, sacrificed—to find a purpose in this world was all meaningless now. She found herself trapped in a glorified desk job until she retired in her early sixties. It was quite literally her personal hell. One she earned. Amanda got too intrusive, too ambitious and was severely punished as a result. Just like poor Icarus. Icarus was emboldened by his wings and soared into the air, ignoring his father's warning. Then his wings were burnt by the sun, and he plunged into the sea. Now, both he and Amanda were drowning due to their own arrogance; but unlike him, she was going to fight like hell to swim up towards the surface.

So, Amanda begrudgingly got out of her car and made her way towards her new job, calculating a new path forward.

The atrium was quite vast with some folks heading over to their destination while others were taking a short break over at the food court. Amanda just made her way to the reception desk, where receptionists were either on the phone or speaking with someone else. Of course, she waited for her turn to talk to an assistant. It was only a minute before someone approached to help. But then, they were interrupted by a slightly younger woman wearing a black trenchcoat with Ray-Ban sunglasses walking up to the receptionist. There were streaks of grey in her jet-black hair, and yet it didn't look like it was dyed in the slightest. It was all natural. The stranger spoke up in an authoritative manner to the worker, "Has she arrived yet?"

"She's standing next to you, agent."

"Oh." "You must be Ms. Waller, correct?"

Amanda nodded. "That's right."



T H E R O O K
T H E R O O K

"Peace's our ultimate goal, but I'm afraid today will be quite violent"
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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| Amanda Belle Waller |
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| S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent | S.H.I.E.L.D. |
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| Earth-668 // Prime | Open |

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
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P O S T C A T A L O G
P O S T C A T A L O G
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W H A T I F...?
W H A T I F...?
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...Amanda Waller had to get her hands dirty?

Cruel. Cunning. Committed. These words are often used to describe the woman who rose from the poverty-stricken projects within Chicago to being one of the most powerful figures in the United States. Whether she's a government agent or director of some secretive organization, Amanda Waller earned that position in a world filled with superheroes and villains. But what if that still wasn't enough, and the odds were stacked against her?

In this world, Amanda Waller uncovered files of a long-forgotten agency and asked to revive it under her directive. But instead of approval, an adversary within the government used it as an opportunity to clip her wings via "voluntary" demotion. Her demotion involved transfer over to SHIELD, essentially confined to a desk job til death. But this wasn't going to be a bittersweet ending for her. Not with that determination burning ever so strong.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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With season one being focused on Secret Invasion, it's the perfect time to introduce my interpretation of Amanda Waller. Her story will be a political drama and thriller as she tries to adjust to her new environment. Of course, it means a change of occupation to being a SHIELD agent instead of being a government official. While the main focus would be on the overall plotline, I am more than open to collaborations with others should the opportunity arise.

Overall, Amanda Waller is still a force to reckon with, and one shouldn't underestimate her at all.

Skrulls and the White Martians better watch out for the rook if they wish to play chess with humanity.


THE NEW ZEALAND BEACH
VULTURE SQUAD // SHRIKE


WIP



THE NEW ZEALAND BEACH
VULTURE SQUAD // SHRIKE


Godverdomme. Ijsvogel mumbled to themselves while Ave announced that a replacement was coming to assist the squad. What a disaster. Ossifrage was dead, and command was undoubtedly disappointed with the team's performance. Not to mention that their weapon was still on the ground. But there wasn't enough time to criticize oneself—especially when the enemy was surrounding them and gearing up to bite back. Magpie ordered Shrike to assist them in receiving their weapon and then destroy the inactive shells. It sounded easy enough. And it helped that he was going to get the weapon for them, giving Ijsvogel enough time to assess the damage and run a proper diagnostic.

There would be a hefty price to pay for repairs, but it was still functional for the coming battle.

Ijsvogel noticed Shrike carrying his machine gun in the distance and prepared themselves to fight once more. But the odds were in their favor now. So the shell got ready to catch the gun that was likely going to be tossed toward them as if it wasn't a valuable piece of history. That was an issue for another day. Ijsvogel caught the weapon with both hands, quickly inspected it, and started reloading. Shrike was sprinting towards the carrier, itching for a fight tonight, which was sort of reckless on his part. But that was his purpose. And Ijsvogel was designed to be a necessary distraction with their big, heavy machine gun as the main instrument for this battle.

Following behind Shrike, Ijsvogel opened up comms and spoke up to him in a relaxed, collected manner. "You better make sure these shells are wrecked. I will keep your back clear of any pest while you get to work on them, over."


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