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In --- 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




@Gisk One question that's actually beginning to arise in my mind is where are we looking at in regards to a relative Spider-Man timeline? How long ago did Peter get his powers, and how well known is he? Is he flying around with the Avengers and shit now? And how prevalent are other Marvel heroes and villains? Just small things I was hoping to get fleshed out a little more in preparation for my next post.



Titan Tower, San Francisco



Glass shattered in onto the tile floor of the small mom and pop bakery as a red-clad archer vaulted over and behind the counter, snatching a somewhat fresh bear claw nimbly during the maneuver. He had just gotten the message and was getting close to the location of the...control-entity... who even fucking talks like that? The archer took a bite out of the bear claw, nearly choking on it as he was nearly out of breath and scarfing down the delicious pastry. Superheroes use up a lot of energy, and Roy was fairly certain the family running this bakery would be fine with him eating if it meant...

Just as he had swallowed, the archer watched a giant hulking fist of steel burst in through the front of the bakery, decimating the interior of the bakery. Roy was becoming less certain the family running the place would be fond of him now that some reject transformer decided to "bull in a china shop" the place. Regardless, this was the kind of opportunity Roy was looking for. The hostiles appeared to be trying to adapt to fighting styles, but the Green Arrow had always cautioned Speedy to be unpredictable. It's fairly difficult to pick up on someone's fighting style when they quite frankly don't know what their next move is sometimes.

Within a minute, the transformer fell to the ground after a few well-placed arrows managed to impale into the battery of the former Semi-Truck and disrupt the charge. Roy was being conservative with his explosives, not knowing necessarily what to expect once he reached the location he was sent. Shit, what was his name? The Whizzer? Whiz-Kid? Quicksilver? Gahhh, can't keep their damn names straight. The archer fought to remember the speedster's name as he continued pushing closer towards the city-center. He had put something together that he felt the others might find particularly helpful, given his last experiment on discount Optimus. The archer placed two fingers up towards his ear, pressing in on the earpiece. "Arsenal to Titans... The robot goons cease to function if you take out their power supply. I would suggest focusing your fire. See you lot at the finish line." With those last few words of encouragement, Roy continued dashing through the streets of San Francisco, closer and closer to the "Overload" until its odd form was just within view...

What the fuck is that?!
In --- 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Let me know if you want me to change anything up @lopsided

In --- 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
[Edit]: Nvm, figured out the answer to my question.







Jackson's hand shot up and caught the gum with the minimal effort he showed in practically everything he did... but the speed was still somewhat alarming. He unwrapped one of the sticks of cinnamon gum, chewing it slowly as he rolled up the paper and slide it into his pocket. Shortly thereafter, the frame of the principle filled the doorway... and of course Gregory Mudge was behind him. The lawyer was practically fuming, and Jackson wished he was the kid that was being carted away in the ambulance. Would have saved him a long lecture about responsibility.

Jackson stood up and was the first one out the door, walking past the Principle and his foster father. Gregory followed, and the two went out front and got into the car silently. The black Hyundai Sonata hybrid drove away as the two men sat in silence during the two minute drive home. When the car stopped in the driveway, Jackson immediately went for the doorhandle. A strong grip met his arm, however. Greg never touched Jackson, so the change in behavior sent shivers down the teen's spine. He turned his head towards Greg, and the father had a sad look in his eye. "If you were sick you should have said something. I would have called you and Tyler in sick."

The teen sighed. Greg was trying to show affection and blamed himself for Jackson's ailment, just like he always did. Apparently the sight of the other sick kids was enough to convince Greg that the troubled youth wasn't faking a sickness, but instead that something was going around the school. "It's fine, Greg. Didn't know I was sick, a bunch of us showed symptoms in class. I should get some rest." The teen pulled away and opened the door, making his way into the house as Greg sat in the driveway and watched for a minute before peeling out onto the street and driving back to work.

Once inside, Jackson made his way to the fridge and grabbed a few waters, downing two before he even reached the bottom of the stairs and entering his room in the basement. He still felt groggy... yet he somehow felt better than usual. Jackson sat down at the edge of his bed and reached towards his guitar. He quietly strummed away for a few minutes, his fingers nimbly reaching the strings at just the right time. He sped up the song, and the tune became more chaotic and violent. A quick downward strum ended the song... and proved too much for the simple guitar strings. All six strings snapped and shot into the air, a few hitting Jackson's hand and arm and drawing blood. He swore and licked his thumb where one of the strings had struck him. It stung like a bitch... but he was more concerned with the strings. Jackson, despite his better judgement, quickly packed his guitar up in his case and made his way upstairs, determined to get his guitar fixed as soon as possible.



Within the hour, Jackson was at Steve's Guitar Emporium, a generous title for a run down music shop. The bell rang as the door collided into it, and the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol swarmed the teen's senses. The place was far from clean or respectable, but they performed cheap service and sold a few "goodies" on the side. Jackson gave a nod to Steve Barkin, the owner of the establishment who stood behind the counter. "I need the strings replaced, quick as you can."

Steve gave a toothy smile as the teen placed the broken guitar on the wood counter. "thirty bucks... ten if you make a pit stop." This was how Steve made business with regulars. The guitar store was a front for Steve's true passion, and teenagers with empty wallets and a love for music could get cheap or free service if they ran errands for the 30-year-old. Jackson gave a nod, and Steve placed a nearly full paper bag on the counter. "You can pick it up tomorrow."



Jackson was far from surprised when things went sideways in the back alley off of Seaview Avenue. What he was surprised by was his instincts. Somehow, when the tough bastard with the "HATE" tattoo on his neck threw a punch towards the scrawny teen's face, Jackson was already dodging out of the way and countering. What was even more surprising was that the thugs could be taken down with a single punch each. If Jackson hadn't fought these fuckers before when they tried to mug him a year back, he would have guessed the three just had glass jaws. But something was different this time. But he didn't want to dwell on it for too long. Jackson grabbed each of their wallets, pulling out about $180 in cash amongst the three of them, and left the unconscious drug dealers in the alley with the product they so desperately wanted for free.

He called the cops from the Walgreens across the street, tipping them off to a bad drug deal he saw. An anonymous tip from a payphone, the one way Jackson always dealt with assholes who got on his bad side. Once that situation was taken care of, Jackson grabbed the next bus he could and made his way back home, trying to get back before anyone had realized he had stepped out. But as the teen pressed his head against the cool glass on his ride on public transportation, he tried to piece together what was going on. He had never been that nimble and coordinated ever before in his life, at least not in a fight. For the first time in his entire life, Jackson actually felt powerful and a small sense of urgency. If he was so strong and nimble... maybe he should test out his new limits. After all, he needed to pay back a certain store owner for walking him into an ambush.
Interested
So I've been doing a little work with @Alistar Sabbath to bring together the base Alistar has mentioned to life. Below is a basic layout and concept photos to help with the visualization.











@webboysurf Then you may also discuss if it's you or not.


Was only making a joke m8. Honestly not too concerned, especially if Jackson was unconscious. Won't affect his behavior at all.
Jackson was also in chemistry and also passed out.
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