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Thomas Korevny

Interaction: Elspeth @TheHangedMan

It was rare for Tom to be early to anything. His typical strategy for riding the train was to simply strongarm his way into a compartment of Slytherins and sleep through the train ride so as to avoid having to interact with his house mates. Of course, today was different. He was there an hour early with a moderately sized trunk resting next to him. His uniform had been freshly pressed the night before, and a new shiny badge rested upon his chest. He was surprised to find that he had been chosen, and he believed that nearly every member of his house was equally shocked. On paper, though, Tom was spotless. He was never even written up for insubordination. He was perhaps the most Slytherin in that respect, somehow always managing to let the blame fall on others rather than himself. Tom had the sneaking suspicion that placing him in this role was an effort to get him to straighten out, and a chance for him to discover if he really had what it took to be a figure of authority and justice. If this was a test, Tom was determined to pass.

He waited until the train got busy before pushing his way on to the train with bag in tow. He started from the back and pushed his way to the front, partially just as a way of reaffirming his dominance and to scan around to see who was present. He pushed his way towards the front, until he managed to catch a glimpse of a couple Slytherins making their way to the front (including a particular blonde prodigy). He silently followed, giving glares to those he passed. Those who knew him and his reputation (which were quite a few, given his role on the Slytherin Quidditch team) averted their gaze and tried to get out of his way. Tom wasn't proud of the reputation he had muttered, but he figured it was better to be hated and feared than just hated.

When he was close enough to the other two, Tom raised his voice to speak over the chattering masses towards Elspeth's back. "Elspeth, you look lovely as always." While his speaking wouldn't reveal as much, Tom felt a slight pain in uttering the compliment. It wasn't that she didn't look nice (despite her sour expressions), but the pleasantries of kissing up to her always wounded his pride slightly. He followed with another compliment in an effort to attempt some form of conversation. After all, he wanted to at least attempt to get along with Elspeth if he was going to be working with her. "I'm looking forward to working with you. As Prefects." His words came out as slightly disjointed and awkward, which he only realized after the words lingered in the air. He let out a small sigh to himself at that as he continued following his cohort.
Holy crap... that’s a lot of posts while i was sleeping. I will start working on a post in a couple of hours, I have to square away a few things until then.
C R O S S F I R E


Hell's Kitchen, New York City

23 Months After the Incident | 12:00pm | Warehouse at the Pier


This wasn't exactly the sort of situation Jax was comfortable with. Ever since he got burned, he never relied on chances or hope. But here he was, entering in an abandoned warehouse in Hell's Kitchen to meet with someone. A former HYDRA agent inside of SHIELD. Someone who wanted to flip... warned that something was coming. It was the kind of breakthrough he was looking for. The AI, Oberon, even Ava... they didn't have the connections he had. Nor the appreciation for doing things old school... real cloak and dagger.

Jax walked into a large, stripped out area of the warehouse three floors up. At first glance, the area was empty. Save for a single chair, where someone was sitting. Jax slowly approached, the figure remaining unmoved. His heart dropped as he got closer and walked around to see the individual's face. One bullet in the head, two in the chest. Clean kill. It was a professional hit.

Within seconds, he heard the thuds of feet rushing towards his location. Jax instinctively reached for his sidearm, lifting it up. If these were Hydra agents, he would certainly put up a fight. Even the former SHIELD agent was expecting a small squad of police officers to be the ones meeting him. The four in the front raised their sidearms, while two in the back had shotguns out, trained on his chest. "Put the gun down and place your hands in the air."

Jax sighed, his finger already on the trigger. "You're making a mistake."

The same officer barked back. "Put the gun down NOW!"

Jackson sighed. "I wish I could." Within a blink of an eye, three shots were fired, all from Crossfire. Three of the officers dropped to the ground, unconscious. As the police officers went to return fire, Jackson dove into a roll and stood behind a pillar, bullets pounding against the concrete pillar. Crossfire lifted his left wrist towards his mouth, speaking into the communications device installed into his suit. "Oberon, I'm going to need a pick up. Track my location. Outside the Western window, second story. I'll meet you there."

He gave a small sigh and holstered his sidearm, doing his best to listen to the footsteps approaching. They were trying to surround him. Poor move. Jackson waited a second before running out and sliding towards the one officer on his right side. The shotgun fired over his head, giving Cross just enough room to stand up, rip the shotgun from the officer's hand, and then wrap his left arm around said officer's next. His two comrades raised their weapons, only to slightly lower them at the realization their fellow officer was being held hostage. Before they could dive for cover, Jackson unholstered his ICER and fired two shots, dropping them to the ground. Now that his "hostage" was alone, Cross pushed the officer to the ground and kept his sidearm trained on his head. "Who called this in?"

The officer waited a moment, swallowing audibly, before responding. "I don't know. Dispatcher called in an anonymous tip on gunshots from this building. Please... I have a fam-"

He didn't even get to finish that sentence as the ICER round impacted against his head and almost immediately knocked him unconscious. Cross knelt down next to the office, picking up his walkie. "You better come pick up your friends. They're unharmed." With that, Cross heard the familiar sound of Oberon's jet outside. Jackson broke out into a sprint and dove out towards the jet, managing to land in a roll in the opened back of his favorite mode of transportation. He walked in, calling out to Oberon. "Back to base. My lead didn't pan out." Almost like a machine, Cross sat down in his usual seat and strapped himself in.

Oberon raised the hatch and took off as Ava kept an eye on things then returned to the copilot seat. Once back at DS Tech Oberon landed the jet and he and Ava got up and walked down the ramp to the hanger. "Cross let me know if you need somewhere else to go. In the mean time when you called Alistar was fixing food. We might have to warm it up but it should still be good." He walked to the the elevator leading to the penthouse living area for all of them. Once there he twisted his watch face and his suit seemed to flow into it. Underneath he had been wearing slacks and white button up with rolled up sleeves. Turning to Crossfire he smiled. "Oh and Athena has a body now so we might do something tonight if you want to join." Oberon knew that he might not. Since his change he hadn't been the same and he wouldn't let them run tests, but it was his prerogative and they didn't want to push him since he was helping fight Hydra. He and Ava waited for Crossfire before going up to eat or see Athena.

Cross simply shook his head, entering the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor. He never really spent much time with the others, and he needed to go out for a drink anyhow.

Interaction: @soren



Steve's afternoon had been pretty light. Today was his cardio day, and he decided to spend it running around the town a few times. He always made sure to end his trip at the cafe, where he could grab something quick to eat. Having an enhanced metabolism had its benefits, but also came with a very large appetite. Today was no exception. He had found himself outside of the cafe stretching out his legs after a long run. He wasn't exhausted, but he had worked up quite a sweat. He used the towel wrapped around the back of his neck to quickly wipe off his face and arms of their sweat.

Steve walked into the cafe wearing his usual patriotic-style jogging outfit. He was wearing a dark blue short-sleeve athletic t-shirt with a large white star stitched into its center that hung tightly against his frame after the run. For pants, he simply wore red sweat pants with a white stripe on the sides. As soon as he walked in, Steve's eyes locked onto the group of his fellow birth-day children. They were as wild as ever, and Vivian always said that Steve needed to spend more time with the other children. He took a deep breath and made his way towards the rambunctious crowd.

Tony was someone Steve already knew. Tony was practically a celebrity around town after he developed some weird technical what-sits that Steve didn't want to bother with. Steve began to recognize a few of the others as well, at least by piecing together rumors and such. Loki was a face he recognized almost immediately, which was no surprise given the trouble she had caused over the years. Ororo and Clara were hard to miss given their hair colors, and Steve could only just put a name to James' face as they were in the same year of school. Tabby was recognized as a member of the cafe, but the last person Steve admittedly just didn't know. Given the collection of individuals, Steve already regretted making his way towards them.

Steve only caught a few words as he was approaching. Something about cocaine, and copying files. More than enough to make the boy scout's expression sour into a rather stern expression from his initial smile. Steve approached and folded his arms, leaning back a little as he stood to get a more powerful stance. "What's going on here, Tony? And what is everyone looking at?"
Can't do a Harry Potter RP without a mean Slytherin.

Had my eye on this a while ago, but finally figured I would give this a shot if you’re looking for more. Really surprised no one has made this one yet, though I did originally plan to run a Peter clone (Ben Reilly, anyone?).

I hope to clean up the sheet a bit to make it pretty if it gets accepted, and toss in a FC as well.

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