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Current Some of y'all are either too old to act the way you act, or too young to be taken seriously. Hard to tell some days.
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Nik awoke early in the morning, as his roommate was still fast asleep with wafts of smoke still coming from his very presence. He quickly fetched his gym bag at the early hour of 5 am, no alarm needed, to get in his morning workout. Cardio, weights, and a brief swim were involved in the two hour session. Admittedly, the extent of the workout this morning was unusual for him. He was more focused on other matters. So I guess it's two options... make Nathan look like a bad guy or just sweep her off her feet... looks like it's option two. That walking sack of tears and anxiety probably couldn't so much as swat a fly without apologizing.

The Russian-American's eyes were vicious, filled with an edge of conniving wit that oozed out of his very being. Nik rounded a corner, his stomach rumbling with the desire of food, when his eyes glanced upon a sign. The Danger Room. The edge in his eyes washed away as a wave of awe spread across his face. He had yet to try it out... a room designed for training. To become a hero.

Nik's eyes and face were downtrodden in grief at the realization. He was training to be a hero, not an asshole. He didn't want to become Isaac... he wanted to be an X-Man. Someone who inspired those with powers to stand up for what was right. A small sigh of regret escaped his lips as Nik trodded towards the gym showers to wash off briefly before getting ready for class. For now, he would bide his time. He couldn't compromise who he was for someone he had just met... no matter how much it hurt to think about her with someone like Nathan.

Someone who was weak.

Someone like Nik all those years ago.
For full transparency, I am going to have to postpone this for now. I will create a new interest check and let you all know when I'm ready to start this up again. Apologies, a lot of personal events have just stacked up on top of each other.
For full Transparency, a further examination of my time and capabilities has led me to declare this RP post-poned until Mr.Didact returns. I apologize, the two of us have a lot going on right now and are currently unable to continue this RP at this time. This is one of the best RPs I've been part of, and I'm looking forward to our DMs return so we can hopefully bring this back in its full glory.
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Issue #5: A Christmas Gambold

Chinatown, New York City

December 23rd, 2018 | 11:30pm | The Streets /

The streetlights illuminated two figures standing in the dark streets of Chinatown. Both outfitted in hoodies and sweats, the two figures stood outside of a luxurious Chinese restaurant: The Silver Lotus. Two men in suits stood outside of the restaurant, seeming to be bouncer-types despite one noticeable distinction: golden gauntlets resembling claws. The unusual weapons were the trademark of Golden Tiger lieutenants, and a target for the two vigilantes watching their moves.

"What is the move, brother?"

"We enter through the back. The Tigers are on alert after someone shot up the only safe location for the Triad to meet. I'll head upstairs to interrogate the owner. I need you to cover my back." Daniel placed his hand on Davos' shoulder, squeezing it as a smile spread across his face. "I couldn't be doing this without you."

The two hooded figures strolled into the alley next to the restaurant as the two guards out front were caught up in a particularly deep conversation. The back door was barely guarded, just one lieutenant. No match for two warriors of K'un-Lun. Danny and Davos fought almost as one unit, striking low and high to knock him out in seconds. With free access, the two slipped into the building unnoticed.

The stairwell had a sanitized, white glow on the harsh concrete. Danny took the lead, heading up the stairs while Davos cracked his neck, standing near the doorway. After a minute, Davos' foot began to tap. He wasn't entirely one to wait around, especially when criminal scum were just inside the restaurant. So the warrior passed the stairs and entered into the kitchen. Two men in suits were observing the chefs and wait-staff, immediately switching into a combative stance once the strange man entered.

Davos' movements were fluid. A stray knife was placed on a metal counter near the doorway, which the K'un-Lun warrior was able to sling into the forehead of one of the lieutenants. The other rushed forward, swinging wide and high. Davos lifted his left hand to block the swing, using his right palm to slam his elbow inwards and fracturing the opponent's left arm. The pain was muffled as Davos' right hand chopped into his neck, cutting off his air, before his left hand quickly tapped along his neck. The Golden Tiger seemed woozy and off-balance as a result, falling to his knees as his eyes began to roll back in his head. He was unable to breathe. The chefs and wait-staff began rushing out of the kitchen, screaming. Five more Golden Tigers rushed in, and a cruel smile spread across Davos' lips.

A downward knocked out the last of the guards guarding the upper floor of the Silver Lotus. Littered around the room were assault weapons and drugs, as well as the unconscious bodies of Golden Tigers. A large set of oak doors were all that was left in Danny's way. His hand glew, and the doors flew inwards off their hinges before sliding into the office. A man in a suit had his hands raised already, pleading for his life in Chinese.

With Danny's mask over his head, he lowered the hood down to reveal the ceremonial silken sign of the Iron Fist. Each step carried the weight of a true warrior, and his target shrunk to the ground in fear. "I'm going to ask you this once... Where can I find Chaka?"

"I... He'll kill me if he finds out."

The Iron Fist glew as Danny neared the man, standing right next to his desk. A single punch splintered the desk into pieces, forcing the man to let out a slight gasp. It only took a look. "C...Canal Street. Warehouse 12. O...Our Staging Ground."

The Iron Fist gave a nod, just as he noticed a knife fling through the air and into the forehead of the helpless Golden Tiger. Danny spun around on a dime, seeing a figure in a gray hoodie spattered with blood. Davos stepped forward into the light of the dimly lit office, a grin on his lips. "You were right, brother. We have a lot of work to do."
So on that note then, Who is everyone's respective favourite character? And what run of theirs is your favourite to date?


To actual answer this question, and get crucified a little... I'd have to say I'm a fan of Roy Harper as Arsenal and the Arsenal progression from Lobdell's run of Red Hood and the Outlaws in the New 52. I have a soft-spot for the more comical take on the character, while also fleshing out and reworking Arsenal's past as an addict. That being said, I'm not particularly fond of that run of the comics as a whole, just a single character and his role to play in it.
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Oh, really? That's interesting. I presumed because of the references to the Hatchets and the Tigers that you were inspired by the Netflix series more than anything else.


I’m using those gangs cause I prefer how his early career is handled in the show with Iron Fist handling street crime on his own, though the Golden Tigers and Chaka are more a reference to the comics than the Netflix show.
As for what run I enjoyed the most. I'd have to say that Ed Brubaker's run(s) on Captain America, Iron Fist, or Daredevil are a real standout for me. If I had to choose between the three, I'd say his work on Iron Fist.


That's exactly what inspired me to put up the Iron Fist CS (Totally not that all my actual favorite street level heroes were taken... not at all... nervous laughter). Don't want to spoil anything, but if I make it to next season with Iron Fist still going strong, maybe you'll see a little more of his inspiration and story coming into play.
Well, tossed up a rather hasty post to move along the story I have planned. Should have better posts up after I get back from Vegas.
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Issue #4: My Services are Bound

Chinatown, New York City

December 22nd, 2018 | 11:58pm | Chikara Dojo

The floor-space of the dojo was open, and Colleen was finishing rolling up the mats. She had decided to grab a late dinner as soon as her class had ended, and was now wrapping things up before retiring into her bedroom. That is, until the stairs leading up from the street creaked. Within moments, Colleen's instincts kicked in as she was near the door. She flicked the switch off, turning off the lights, before making two quick steps over to the wall to grab her sword. The family heirloom was a ninjato, and Colleen held the sheath with her left hand as her right was at the ready. The footsteps stopped as the handle of the door was jiggled. She was glad she locked the door.

Unfortunately, that didn't stop them. The door was kicked in, breaking the cheap lock, and their silhouettes filled the doorway. Colleen responded swiftly, slashing at the arm of one of the burglars. He recoiled in pain, and the fighting truly began. The three Golden Tigers entered into the dojo slowly, doing their best to dodge Colleen's adept swings and kicks. Yet, as they tried to circle the grad student/martial arts teacher, they found that they were falling right into their trap. Two came swinging at her, and found her blade meeting their legs and forcing them to their knees. Two thuds filled the dojo as the scabbard of her blade met their heads with a powerful force, knocking them unconscious.

The last Golden Tiger raised his hands in the air as Colleen's blade lightly pressed against his chest. She gave a small smile. "Tell Chaka that if he wants protection money, he's going to have to come here himself."


Danny was surprised by the ring on his door. His family's home in Staten Island never got visitors, let alone this late at night. The "prodigal son" of NYC was in the middle of his nightly meditation session in the middle of the parlor close to the foyer. A shirtless Rand opened the door, the symbol emblazoned on his chest. Standing on the porch was a man wearing simple rags, Danny's height and just as well defined. Their eyes met, and it took only moments before the two embraced, laughing and smiling. Davos broke the hug first, taking a step back and looking Daniel over. "Davos... where have you been? I thought you stayed in K'un-Lun."

"I left after you did. Getting to... New York City is harder than I could have imagined. This world is not kind to those who reject material wealth."

Danny gave a small smile, motioning for his friend to enter his home. "No... sometimes I miss K'un-Lun."

"You and me both, brother."

After twenty minutes of reminiscing, the two found themselves sitting in the living room sipping on tea made from plants from their extra-dimensional home. Danny set his mug down on the coffee table as he leaned back. "So what brings you here, Davos? Why did you come to Earth, let alone K'un Lun?"

Davos followed Danny's lead, finishing his tea and slouching slightly before realizing the posture was uncomfortable, instead sitting up straight in his chair. "When I lost to you in our duel, I swore to fight alongside the Iron Fist. You left K'un-Lun to bring balance and protection to Earth. So I followed you here."

Danny gave a small smile. "Good. Our work starts tomorrow. Now let's get you settled upstairs."
I tossed up a kind of shit post last night, just trying to shake the formula up a bit and show some actual repercussions for Danny’s actions. Expect some more ass kicking and character interaction this weekend.
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