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No More Heroes

Same, waiting for @LordOfTheNight to post before I do anything. I like team SCIENCE down in the sewers though.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Aleksander Raimos: AJAX

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Aleksander Raimos almost appreciated the rather "cloak and dagger" approach Rainbow was taking as he stepped out of the armored van, taking a moment to reach towards his back instinctively. Aleks twitched, with every muscle in his body tensing as he paused a second, calculating where his shield would be. He relaxed as he continued walking once he had remembered it was safe... in a locked box inside of another locked box that was certainly being carted off towards his personal quarters. If it wasn't, Aleks would have to figure out what to do from there and control his urge to start fighting.

Aleks was surprised to see other "recruits" wearing their full gear during the introduction. He couldn't fathom the disrespect they were trying to display. He took note of those trying to show off, made sure to not interact with them. Well, he wouldn't exactly be talking to anyone, so I guess that didn't really change anything.

When all gathered together, Aleks stood with his back straight, feet shoulder-width apart, and his hands behind his back, right over left. He was a rather large and imposing figure in most situations... but given he was with some of the most elite soldiers and operatives in the world, he actually fit in rather well. He never really liked wearing the standard issue FBI navy blue coveralls given they were a little tight in the arms and rear for him, but it felt appropriate for the first day on the job. His eyes wandered over the other operators, before his eyes locked on another American in the room. Clearly FBI, you could always tell when you went through the same training. He didn't hold the gaze long though. He didn't want to leave the impression that he was "social."

When Aleksander heard his name, he didn't change his stance at all, but did bellow out, "Sir!" His voice rang with a slight accent, one that had mostly boiled away over his years in the States. Aleks wasn't exactly happy to be talked to like someone with no experience prior to this. When you've been nearly blown to Hell more than once, you typically earn a little respect. But it was clear Thatcher wasn't exactly going to be friendly. Managing to survive a mission that went to complete shit because Rainbow didn't know what they were walking into... apparently that earned the hard-ass a chip on his shoulder. One that Aleks would love to remove for him if the White Masks weren't a serious threat.

With the information session over, Aleks made his way to the table to grab his packet and check his room designation. The quicker he got back to his room, the less he'd have to see people who would try to talk to them. And that's when he heard the voice. Shit... alright. He watched the agent bounce in front of him, her bubbly attitude making Aleks nervous. His open hand instinctively clenching into a fist at his side for a moment, before releasing as he gave a nod of his head. "Aleksander Raimos, former SOU operative." His hands didn't move to grab hers, instead he just stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room as others were leaving. "I am glad to be working with a fellow American..." His accent became slightly more obvious when he wasn't speaking his name and former allegiance. Aleks would get more anxious when speaking to others outside of the field. It was words that led to the death of his sister, after all. Words were more terrifying to the Greek-American than a bullet or bomb at this point. Something his therapist had pointed out for years when he was younger.

No More Heroes

Still kicking myself. Dunno what's going down.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

<Snipped quote by AlternateMan>

I shall provide you with one, here. Discord

@LetMeDoStuff

Thanks, I missed it myself.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

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Titan Tower, San Francisco

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Roy gave a small nod. It was nice of the girl to give an explanation, given the vigilante had never exactly read up Superman. He had always assumed that the world's greatest hero was just bad with names. Batman, Green Arrow, Green Lantern... a lot of those names are kind of derivative. Roy shook his head and gave a small grin to the Kryptonian as he finished up the arrow, twirling it around in his fingers before stabbing it back into the quiver resting next to him. "I appreciate the whole 'brand recognition' thing, but you shouldn't be afraid to do your own thing. Me... I could be 'Red Arrow' or stick with 'Speedy,' but I'm not tied down by him. Hope is just part of being a hero. Some are just looking to do some good, and some others are just looking to cash in on that sweet, sweet merchandising."

Roy got up, grabbing his arrows and utility belt as he began to leave while chuckling at his own joke. The teens by the pool looked like they were having fun... and they seemed a little more his speed. He needed something to lighten him up, and a green kid looked like just the solution. Before walking out of the cabana, though, Roy stopped and looked towards Kara. "Name's Arsenal. Looking forward to fighting alongside you, Girl of Steel." And with that, Arsenal made his way towards the pool to see what it was those crazy kids were up to... and his eyes locked onto Starfire. He hesitated as his gaze shifted over her orange figure, one he remembered from his old days as a Titan. Last time they saw each other, Roy wasn't exactly in a good place. Granted, with his current outfit, he didn't look better.

The archer still drudged on towards the pool, not letting his shame get in the way of introducing himself to his new teammates.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Sorry for keeping posts short so far. Hoping to expand them significantly once the fighting starts/there's a lil' downtime.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner

Jimmy's heart dropped for a second as he followed the legendary pilot. He wasn't exactly... anyone, so to speak. He was practically a skilled kid with a death machine. He gave a small sigh as he followed Roland. "To be frank with you, sir... I'm not much of a fighter. At least, not until now. I've helped in a couple minor conflicts just in keeping people distracted. But I'm damn good at that... and I wasn't going to say no to a mission by THE Roland Shaw."

Jimmy was nervous, his hands immediately going towards an old coin in his pocket. It was a quarter from the 20th century, fairly messed up at this point, but it was one of the few collectibles his father kept around. The quarter slid through Jimmy's hands at ease, rolling over his knuckles to an fro until finally rolling towards his thumb, where he caught the quarter and slid it back into his pocket. He was nervous and not entirely sure he was up for this. There was no doubt he was the amateur in the room, and the Runner was going to have to prove himself to be a fighter when this was all said and done.

The Marauders (2018)

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Specialist Devronian Arx

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Dev paced in the hallways near the bridge, sighing at the lecture he begged not to receive. Unfortunately for him, she was right... to a small extent. He never was one for cleaning up his messes. "You don't have to treat me like a child, Astrid. You may be a damn good engineer, but I've blown the ever-living shit out of so many starships and buildings that I think I deserve a little bit of trust."

Dev finally made his way back towards the bridge door. "Tango, the area is secure. Requesting permission to board." Within seconds the bridge opened up, and Dev gave a small wave towards the pilot before jumping down to the second level instead of using the ladder. Safety was for Civies and Engineers, not heroes. As soon as he was at the controls, Dev removed his launcher from his back and attached it right next to the console, a nice little upgrade he made himself. The Loadmaster couldn't get upset about the missing pieces if he wasn't around to...

Dev paused as he sat down at his control station. Anderson was perhaps the only pure soul on the ship; a man who treated the Demolitions Expert with respect rather than as a common criminal. It had been a long time since Dev actually felt... grief? Dev shook the thought, but took a moment while booting up the console to speak back towards Engineering directly. "The first shot was an INC-34 Incendiary Grenade, custom built by yours truly to do minimal structural damage compared to the traditional model. Took a lot of time to get that mechanism into a less-durable container that wouldn't fragment as violently. A 34 degree arc with a 2 and a half second delay limited the fragmentation of the container upon the panelling as well. We're a team... so I'll try to keep that in mind when space rats invade our ship next time. The turret was locked and loaded, so Dev placed his hands on the controls, giving a small smile and hoping there was something to shoot. "The light is fucked though. Sorry about that."

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Hey everyone my guy has a jutsu that allows me and anyone in contact to be teleported to my choosing is it OK if I use it? Don't want to control anyone like that without permission

@Alistar Sabbath

Is there anything Alistar can't do? I'm personally fine with getting teleported away, but Slingshot would obviously be bringing his gun-case with him.

Titans: West Coast. (Teen Titans Roleplay)

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Titan Tower, San Francisco

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Roy caught the juice box out of the air at the last second, sighing as he looked at the cartoonish designs on the box. Who even liked the Flash? Whoopie, he can run really fast. Some people couldn't just get struck by lightning and get lame superpowers. Some people had to train for years to use an archaic weapon and deliver pop-culture riddled one-liners.

And then the bomb dropped. He turned his gaze towards the blonde who was trying to relax. He knew the sorrow of losing family, and his way of coping wasn't exactly something he could recommend. Besides, Roy was pretty sure alcohol or drugs would help a Kryptonian much. So Roy stared up at the ceiling as he loudly slurped up his juice for a couple seconds as the preppie went to go get himself some of the good shit. Roy had to break the tension.

"So is a cultural thing where you're from to have really lame superhero names, or was it just your family?"

Arsenal mentally face-palmed as soon as the words left his lips. Damn it Roy, just shut up for once. He silently tossed the now-empty juice box with precise aim towards a nearby trash-bin and reached towards his arrows and tools, his fingers immediately going to work. Roy laid on the couch sharpening an arrow in silence, trying to figure out how to dig himself out of this one. "Sorry, I tried lightening the mood, but... well, yeah." He trailed off as he absent-mindedly sharpened the arrow. Off to a great start, Harper. Way to piss off the family of a dead god.