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Well, this is odd. But after days of thinking about and talking to Wraith, it started to bother me that I couldn't wrap up Wonder Woman's season one story. So I have decided to return with both characters that I made. As for Wonder Woman, I am still deciding if she's going to be in season two or not. Sorry if it seems rather short, but I'm not good with words.


*Rubs hands together* Alright, retiring Cap is gonna be more interesting.
Plus I was wrong even by my own arbitrary standard I was thinking of since I forgot the Hawks and Black Widow, so derp on that.

I should be able to finish the sample post within a couple days (Wednesday at latest) but I'm waiting for word from IceHeart either way.


Black Widow has a history in the IC. I don't blame y'all for not reading my Cap run or even looking at the sheet, but damn.
So, I've been trying to figure out my plans for next season given the fact that I had weeks of inactivity here during the Crisis. After a bit of soul searching, I have decided that I will not be moving forward with Captain America. I chose Steve because I thought it would be interesting to write Steve in a sort of spy thriller style, but the story started getting muddled in my head as I began writing Steve in the larger world. That said, I have two more posts involving Steve planned, and my goal is to have his season end in a shocking event rattle SHIELD to its core. I would love to see someone pick up the character and do as they please, and I wanted to thank everyone for giving me a space to work out that story in a larger shared universe. The only villain I am hoping to transfer for this next season is Taskmaster, who I have plans for in Roy's upcoming season.

I have had my eyes on another character for quite some time, and I've always wanted to take a crack at writing him. Therefore, as I move to retire Captain America as Season 1 ends, here is a new character app I want to put forward in preparation for season 2.

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No problem! I was on the road for the last couple of days. Also waiting for our third member to post. I'll give another day then go ahead and make my next reply.


Hey Guys! Lots of stuff has been picking up lately and I'm working hard to finish out my internship this summer. Hate to bow out cause this is honestly fascinating, but I don't want to keep slowing things down. I'll keep watching the story unfold, and feel free to use Card temporarily as an NPC as you wish. Interested to see what story is in store.

En Route to New York City - Present Day
Issue 1.02.2: Fight for your Right

Interaction(s): Arsenal and Captain America


Roy popped his head into the cockpit, his gaze falling towards Cap. ”I think I got something working.”

Steve turned his head around, raising an eyebrow before nodding and unbuckling himself from his seat. The jet was slowing down as it was getting close to the destination, just enough for the experienced soldier to navigate towards the back. Roy was holding on to a small metal disk with a button on the center, the whole thing sizing up to be about palm sized. The inventor of the small device slapped it onto the back of his own neck and tapped the button. The metal disk expanded out, seeming to mold around the base of his neck over his armor. Roy raised an eyebrow expectantly, and Steve gave a nod in response. This was enough for the archer, who removed the device and tossed it to the Captain before going back to his metal crates of armor and tools.

Steve stood before the SHIELD operatives in the back of the jet, holding on to a strap from the ceiling. ”We lost contact with our men at the UN headquarters. We are dropping in to the courtyard, and we are tasked with securing the HQ as a Rally Point. Any questions?”

The operatives all shook their head, as did Harper. Roy took the time to open up to start gearing up: he holstered an ICER sidearm on each side of his hip, before shouldering his advanced quiver and hooked his collapsed bow onto the small of his back. Steve moved to the back of the jet and raised a hand to grab on to a strap from the ceiling as the jet suddenly began lowering itself and spinning horizontally, causing Roy to nearly tumble before he grabbed on to a strap himself. The back of the jet opened up as the jet began hovering just over the ground, and Steve pulled out his ICER sidearm and shield to jump the last few feet and clear the area.

People seemed to be coming out of the woodwork at the sight of fresh blood. A mixture of civilians, cops, and SHIELD guards began rushing forth. The guards and cops raised their weapons, beginning to open fire. Steve raised his shield, managing to catch the hail of bullets as a few well-placed ICER rounds. The other shield operatives began firing from inside the jet, though the safety wasn’t exactly Roy’s speed. The Arsenal rushed out of the jet, unholstering both sidearms with a rolling of his eyes at the lack of courage on behalf of the SHIELD operatives.

They were a surprisingly cohesive pairing. Roy opened fire on Steve’s left before spinning around behind the Captain to the other side of the shield. Each of Roy’s shots aimed true, and each shot managed to down its target. In less than a minute, the courtyard of the UN compound was littered with unconscious bodies. The remaining Commandos piled out of the quinjet now that the coast was clear, and Roy reloaded his sidearms. Cap gave a raised eyebrow to his companion. ”Glad to have you on my side. Now, we-“

Steve’s voice was cut short as the sound of shattering glass from up above turned the soldier’s heads. A few crazed UN ambassadors were plummeting towards the ground, their wild movements a clear sign of infection. Steve’s eyes were filled with fear, but Roy immediately sprung into action. He reached pressed two buttons on his bow, The cylinders of the quiver rotated, and Harper pulled out an arrow with a rather large arrowhead. Roy fired the arrow towards the ground in front of them within a second. From the arrowhead, a geyser of thick foam sprayed out and created a mound of a frothy adhesive. The foam managed to safely catch the ambassadors, who simply sunk into it while still writhing. After mere moments of interacting with the foam, their movements slowed as they found themselves restrained by the adhesive.

Steve stared at the adhesive for a moment, his eyes glazing over slightly. That is, until he heard a large engine roar overhead. The Captain’s gaze turned upwards, managing to catch on to the view of another quinjet lowering for a vertical landing. Masters’ team had arrived. The ramp lowered, and Tony was at the forefront with a rifle drawn. The team moved out, supporting Cap’s team in securing the courtyard and the entrance to the various buildings in the UN compound. Tony made his way towards Cap, lowering the end of the rifle as he gave a curt nod. ”The Perimeter is secured, Captain. The scans show that our men managed to get most of the diplomats to the bunker. Everyone else is either deceased or…” Tony gave a quick look towards the individuals still struggling in the foam ”Indisposed. Should we start broadcasting?”

Steve gave a curt nod as he made his way towards the new quinjet. Inside were a few crates that had been unpacked to form a makeshift radio station. A single camera had been mounted on the wall, pointing towards Steve as he stood in position with shield in hand. The SHIELD tech monitoring the equipment tapped away on his laptop for a moment, before lifting one hand and pointing towards Steve, signaling him to start. Every radio station in New York City began playing the same voice, and every television screen had the same image: Captain America.

”Citizens, please remain calm. SHIELD has established a safe area at the United Nations Headquarters. We have taken over Emergency Services, and will send operatives to try and rescue you from danger. Please dial 911 and we will get to you as soon as possible. Help is on the way. This message will now repeat.”


Steve remained standing for a few moments, before the technician gave a nod. In the distance, he could hear his voice repeating the same message as before. Roy was waiting with his arms folded at the foot of the ramp as Steve went to regroup with the others. ”This place is a target now, Captain.”

Steve simply patted Roy’s shoulder briefly. ”You asked for this detail, soldier. Now let’s get into position and give them Hell.”
Hey, just stopping by because @Esailia was being passive aggressive in PMs out of the blue. It looked like things died here for a bit and I must have unsubscribed from the thread during the last inactive period when scrolling through on my phone.

Apologies for disappearing out of the blue, but I certainly won't return if other players in this thread are going to be jerks in PMs after 6 months. I'll try to stay subscribed and read through what y'all write still cause it was a great time.

Peace!
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Haha! Well, I reached out to webboysurf who said he's been a bit busy the last few days but hasn't forgotten us! I'll give him another day to get a post into the mix. I hope no one minds!


Speaking of which...
Getting a back full of wooden shrapnel is never a fun experience.

The wizard's mind was caught in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that clouded his emotions. He couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. The figure seemed... compassionate? Or simply of aid? And then suddenly, it came. A cannonball, most likely. But regardless of what it was, it's path sent a hail of splinters into his back, piercing his cloak with ease. The force shoved Card against the ground, and the pain surged through his spine.

After that, Card's movements were sluggish to say the least. While his pride would refuse his acceptance of help from one of his cabin-mates, he wished he had accepted it about halfway through his attempt at practically crawling up the steps on to the deck. With every crashing wave or rocking lull, the acid in his stomach getting upset enough to nearly spill from his lips. But he just forced it back down his throat every time.

By the time the wizard emerged on to the deck, the scene was utter chaos. The Tiefling seemed to be inclined in some sort of magic. This ship was clearly engaged in combat, which was something Card was not particularly suited for. He did have some tricks up his sleeve still.

Card raised his staff, one of the few possessions the wizard still had, and slammed it once against the ground. He pointed the tip of the staff from one railing of the ship to the other, muttering under his breath in an ancient language even he barely understood on a bad day. From out the tip of the staff, a line of arcane energy began drawing an glowing, interconnected web along the ship. It formed around those on the ship's deck, seeming drawn to secure them to some extent as waves seemed to crash against the ship's hull.
Jedi Knight Jex Saranth


”Remember, never rule out the unlikely.” Jex flashed a borderline uncomfortable smile to the Initiates sitting on the floor before him and gave a far too formal bow. ”Thank you for your time.” The Initiates responded with a cacophony of iterations of “Thank You” that fell on deaf ears. The Jedi Knight gave a slightly robotic nod and smile to the Jedi Master who had asked him to give the lecture. As soon as the pleasantries were over, Jex turned on his heels and exited the chamber, walking out into the hallway.

He wasn’t particularly fond of “teaching.” Jex was always more of a fan of learning instead, and he currently had a rather fascinating case that one of the Jedi Masters had tipped him off to. A case that had yet to be formally solved, and was even one that Gareth had taken a crack at near the end of his life. Even in death, Master Selbuk seemed to leave the fun ones for his last student.

So Jex set about his typical process. He found his usual spot in the Archives and began to set up his datapad and other documents, muttering the code to himself. While his master had often given him flak for it time to time, repeating the code was one of the simpler meditations the Jedi had grown accustomed to. Hearing the same words that the Jedi were so obsessed with worked to calm Knight Saranth’s mind. Clearing the mind typically helped him approach a case fresh.




The turmoil made the studies difficult. Of course, the Knight was somewhat used to distractions when studying. The sound of his boots stomping against the library’s floor remained a series of constant dull thuds, even if the entire planet of Tython seemed ready to tear itself apart for some time. As far as Jex was concerned, the murder of a Republican envoy to Onderon some ten years prior was the only pressing matter.

No blaster burns, no notable lacerations. Mild bruising around the throat wasn’t deep enough for strangulation, but even that wouldn’t cause brain hemorrhaging in that way. It could be a neuro-

Of course, Jex was always prone to the stray distraction. And while Jex wasn’t usually one to care about a stray set of eyes, the intense and patient staring of one of his fellow Jedi Master standing patiently and waiting derailed Jex’s train of thought. His heart skipped a beat. This could be the moment he had been waiting for. Knight Seranth stopped pacing and turned on his heel, flashing a small grin. ”Yes, Master?”

The response was simple and uplifting. ”Master Shan wishes to speak with you. She’s in her chambers.” With the lightest of a flourish, the Master mimicked Jex’s own heel-spin. The Jedi Knight took a deep breath before lifting the datapad from the table he was working at and carrying it under the crook of his elbow. Perhaps this would be the moment he had waited for.
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