YoshiSkittlez

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Nice both of you. Ill post after gonzo gets a chance to respond

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Ah yeah that makes sense. Why dont you pm jagajac and the two of you can discuss that privately

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I know but it wasn't my best. You guys need to keep me from getting into a slump lol

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“Unit identification code: 0.18462958.” Kate repeated. Why did that sound so familiar? She didn’t want to be rude to the robot by any means, so she pushed that thought out of her mind to allow the robot to continue to speak. Then it hit her, like a ton of bricks.

“OF COURSE! Project Sektor! “I started that project years ago…I didn’t think that the government had any interest though…” Her thoughts trailed off, leaving her to stare in wonder at the robot in front of her. “But…you’re real…so someone had to have made you…” She tried looking around the robot once more as he continued on about protection protocols and what-not, looking for a factory logo or…something. But there was none.

“Strange…district Zero huh?” She repeated, the gears in her head working hard. “I uh…what? Protect?” She blinked her bright eyes for a moment, trying to process all of this information as best as she could, but even she, the smartest student this city has seen in years, had her limits. Had she been paying more attention, she would have noticed the rather rough-around-the-edges man in the area, but she nearly jumped out of her skin when he spoke.

“Hey, um…are you okay?” She asked not sure whether or not she could trust this guy now or not. But she wasn’t too afraid; she fully well knew the capabilities of this robot next to her. She had designed it after all…

“Do…do you need me to call you a cab or something?”

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Deon watched as James stood up and accepted his challenge and with a rather arrogant smirk on his face, he set the bottle of alcohol down on the bar next to Vander and moved to follow after him, but a bony hand had caught his arm. Turning to look back, he caught Vander’s gaze, and her bargain. His smile faded a bit to his more hardened expression, his eyes growing dark with a scowl as he ripped his hand from her and turned to follow James without saying anything to her. No way was he going to just throw this match. He had his choice of girls all over this bar, and he didn’t have to give up a fight to sleep with them tonight. It was her loss really.

Upon entering the ring behind James, the gate was closed, confining them to the cold metal cage of the small arena. Deon peeled off his wife-beater and tossed it through the gap between two bars to a group of practically crying women and watched for a bit as they fought amongst themselves as to who would take the sweaty wife-beater home. He once again craned his neck and looked to James on his opposite side and cracked his knuckles. The slight intoxication he was sporting earlier seemed to melt off of him as he took his fighters stance and narrowed his eyes at James.

Well…he wasn’t going to be going home with that girl tonight, but at least he could get in a good ass-wooping to this rich boy before the night was through.

“Alright Richy Richardson, let’s see if daddy taught you how to fight.”

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sorry it was so short...I'm tired

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lol its all good Roman. Idk who he was really...I just kind of made him up. I'm guessing he'd be the leader of the science department of robotics...*shrug* or a mayor...?

*EDIT* Finished with Kate's post, working on Deon's now.

Whispers of Trinity *limited

I really don't know. I think he's from that old TV show Legend of the Seeker

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I'm a moron. Stop posting things in the wrong thread Yoshi! >.<

*EDIT* Hurray for interaction! Thanks Roman!

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative

Currently on the docks on a local bay in Florida and hiding behind a barrel of fish fillets, Steve’s keen green eyes scanned the immediate area. He was already covered behind him, as he was practically up against an old brick wall of a souvenir shop so he had no risk of being taken by surprise from behind. Still, Steve’s strategy was to be quick. If he was ever to make it on time to Cuba, then he had to act now. Wearing nothing but a simple white-T and light brown khakis, a ball cap for the Florida Dolphins and a pair of cheap sunglasses, those who knew Captain America would have to look twice before recognizing him, which in this situation could only help.

“Okay…1…2…3…” Steve jumped out from his place of hiding, a rather large and torn backpack strapped to his shoulders with his glorified Captain America shield strapped on underneath that to keep the famous logo hidden. With cat-like tread he quickly moved across the docks, moving past the charter boats that were either busy loading or unloading those who had paid a ridiculous amount to go catch some fish at the bottom of the ocean. Finally, he reached his destination of a smaller boat near the end of the dock that he had been watching for hours and found no one to be on board. Jumping aboard the boat, he quickly untied the rope keeping the boat secured to the docks and with a mighty push of his leg on the dock, cast the boat out to the open sea.

For the first time in days, Steve felt like he could finally breathe. Sliding both his shield and backpack off of his back, he headed below deck where he planned on taking a look at the map he had packed and then to steer the boat, but once he got downstairs, he found two men sleeping in their respected beds below deck, making Steve stop dead in his tracks. What could he do? He had never attacked a potentially innocent sleeping man before…

Steve didn’t have to make the call though, as the familiar sound of a helicopter sounded overhead, and then after a few seconds, the boat started to shake from an unnatural wave of water. The two men were startled awake, finding Steve down below staring at them just as confused as they were. The first man gathered his senses quickly and reached under his pillow where he kept his pistol and aimed it at Steve.

“No no no, wait!” Steve called out but the man’s finger twitched and the bullet whizzed through the air, only to be stopped immediately by Steve’s shield that he held out in front of him, the patriotic colors and lone star sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Yo cool it man! It’s Cap’n America!” The other said as soon as he saw the shield, but the first man looked unappeased.

“Yeah, and he’s trying to steal our boat.” He grumbled and shot again, letting the sound of ricochet metal clang through the small lower deck.
Steve popped his head over his shield to look at the two, his mind racing for something he could say to the two to keep them from trying to kill him, but the boat once again rocked and rolled, sending Steve flying to the floor until his back hit the wall, with the two other sailors on top of him. With quick thinking, Steve pulled the two men off of him and raced back up on deck and looked up at the helicopter having to shield his eyes from the harsh rays of the sun.

“Steve Rogers, please surrender the boat or we will have no choice but to blow it up.” A booming voice came from the helicopter. That made Steve raise his eyebrow. How did that even make any sense? Before he had time to answer though, the helicopter dropped something that looked like a small backpack into the water next to the boat, and then the water began to rise and shake once again.

“They really aren’t fooling around…” Steve said as he ran back down below deck, pushing past the two confused looking men to take a look at the controls. He flipped a few switches, pressed a few buttons and the small ship rocketed forward, cutting through the sloshing waves like butter. Steve clasped his hands tightly on the wheel and looked back to the other two men.

“You two want to live to see tomorrow?” He asked them.

“Yeah…” They both said in unison.

“Then shoot that helicopter down.” Steve replied with a voice that came off as both demanding and full of experience.

“They are dropping bombs down on us, if you aim just right, the next time they drop it shoot right away, it should dislocate their main engine but give them enough time to strap on parachutes. Then I want you gentlemen to jump overboard. I will have called the coast guard and they will come pick you up. Any questions?”

The two men stared at one another, unsure of what to make of this whole situation but one followed the other as the clambered up the stairs to reach the upper deck. Steve returned his attention to the waves in front of him and began a zig-zag like motion to keep the helicopter from hitting them. Not moments later, Steve heard gunshots…but not those from a semi-automatic pistol the man had tried to shoot him with earlier…no…this was a turret sound. Clenching his teeth in frustration, Steve yanked the wheel hard to the left and grabbed for an old mop in the corner, jamming the wheel so that it continued to bank left in a wide circle and ran above deck with his shield. Right away he spotted the two sailors on the deck, gunned down from the helicopter above, and another parcel was on it’s way down.

Steve ran and slid on the deck, picking up the man’s discarded pistol and took aim, shooting the bullet both as quickly and accurately as he could. The bomb erupted, having been exactly between the distance of the helicopter and the boat and both were quickly engulfed in a hot flame. Steve jumped back to his feet and put his shield in front of him, using it as a barrier as she ran through the fire and jumped overboard into the sea. Not seconds later, the helicopter itself crashed about half a mile away from the boat.

Steve didn’t stop though, that boat had fuel and fuel was flammable. He stayed underwater, strapping his shield back to his back so he was able to use both arms to power his way through the water and didn’t surface again until he needed a breath. By the time he had broken the surface, the boat and helicopter were both completely out of sight, only a small indication of smoke on the horizon indicating where he had once been. He turned his head in the other direction and found nothing but horizon as well.

“Looks like I’m swimming to Cuba…” Steve mumbled to himself and began a father fast-paced stroke headed towards the small land mass.

The second Steve was able to touch his feet down onto the solid surface of the earth, his knees buckled and the tide quickly swept him up onto the beach in a crumpled heap, gasping for breath. Looking up at the sun, he noted that at least six hours had gone by since he first tried to borrow that ship, and his entire body was screaming at him in pain from the long swim. Steve sprawled out on his back, finding it a bit awkward since the shield was acting more like a turtle shell now but he didn’t bother with it as his only thought right now was to let Tony know he was here. Searching through his soaking wet khaki pants pockets, Steve found what he was looking for in a small sealed plastic bag.

He sat up, opening up the bag and stared down the rather odd looking black device in his hand. There was only one button to push…and so he did.

“Uh…Tony? Hello? Iron Man? It’s Steve…I’m um…here…” Steve said into the blue-tooth headset, but the idea never struck him to actually put this strange object in his ear. As far as he knew…it worked like a radio.

Marvel Comics: Sentinel Initiative [Characters]

Name: Steven “Steve” Rogers

Age: 94 years old, physically in early 30’s late 20’s

Alias: Captain America

Appearance|Suit:

Appearance|Regular:

Abilities:

Though Steve possesses no abilities on his own, perhaps the most common thing he is known for is his ‘super-soldier’ capabilities having been injected with the Super Soldier Serum created by Howard Stark. His strength, agility, reflexes, healing, endurance, speed and durability are all at a ‘super’ level, practically ten times stronger than the usual human being. His body continually circulates the serum and therefore these abilities never ‘wear off.’

This serum also enhances his metabolic functions, granting him other abilities as well such as being able to bench press 1200 pounds, and running a mile in 73 seconds (49 MPH). It is because of this metabolic enhancement that he was able to survive being ‘frozen in time’ for so many years, and it also keeps him immune to toxins such as getting drunk, noxious gasses and even hypnosis.

Coming from a time of war, Steve is also an expert tactician and field commander. Over the years he has blended judo, kickboxing, gymnastics and western boxing into his own blended style for combat fighting as well as being a master in various methods of martial arts. Because of his military knowledge, he is also very practiced and well learned in combat strategy, survival, military strategy, piloting and demolitions.

With his shield, as he has had much time to practice, he is able to throw it into a group of men, knocking them all down like bowling pins. He can also ricochet his shield with accurate precision when needed and even use his shield with ‘boomerang’ type effects when able to focus on the angles.

Personality:

Steve is just an all around-patriot with a deep love for his country and everything that is America but doesn't hesitate when he sees an opportunity to make America even better. He is a very dedicated friend and has a set group of ideals. Steve is also against oppression, which is why he is particularly irritated about the current mutant/meta human registration as he believes that it violates their constitutional rights. Steve is also very stuck in the past, always dwelling on his times during World War 2 and still sometimes finds it hard to believe just how much times have changed. Steve will never risk an ally willingly, nor would he let any citizen die if he can help it. He also holds no animosity towards any country and will give a helping hand to any who may need it, as long as their views are the same.

Bio:

Born July 4th 1920 to poor Irish immigrant parents Sarah and Joseph Rogers. Stereotypically called the 'scrawny kid' throughout his entire childhood up until his late teens, Steve tried and tried again to enlist for World War 2 and time and time again he was shot down because of his small stature. Steve didn't know his father well, he died from alcohol poisoning when Steve was just a boy so he was solely raised by his mother who also died from pneumonia when Steve was in his late teens. It was during one of these attempts to enlist in the army when General Chester Phillips took an interest in the boy. He saw loyalty, bravery, and compassion for his country and Steve was automatically swooped up for a project they called Operation Rebirth. It was a simple operation...develop America's army's into the ideal 'super soldier.' Make them taller, faster, stronger, more durable and less likely to die. The project had never gone successfully however, but Steve didn't care. Whatever he could do to help, he volunteered whole-heartedly.

Miraculously, Steve's body accepted the serum (created with the help of Howard Stark) and his body overcame drastic changes. He had grown to 6'2", 240 pounds of pure muscle. Everything about him was amplified. He could run as fast as the cars could drive, he could swim deeper and hold his breath longer, he could lift things he never even imagined anyone else being able to lift...and he did it easily. He went through three months of extensive training, adapting his new skills to the tactics he had already learned as a boy. Then HYDRA attacked, and Steve was sent on a mission to stop Red Skull from turning the war...and the rest...is history...

The shield given to Steve is all the vibranium known in existence. The scientists who had first discovered it burned the formula so that no one might discover it's secrets. Since then, scientists have tried and tried again to replicate the same durability into a metal that could match Captain America's shield, and by reverse processing they were able to come up with adamantium, but have yet to re-create vibranium.

Now that the fiasco in New York and the Thunder God had been taken care of, Steve made himself scarce, especially when hearing about Nick Fury's dismissal. Steve is known all around the world as Captain America, and everyone knows him as Steve Rogers. There are many groups out there that want to see Steve and the rest of the Avengers pay for damages caused by the alien attack, and even serve time in prison. Steve sees things differently however, that the justice system has been corrupted, and so he jumped at the first contact he had received from Tony Stark for their new mission, not only to clear his name, but every other unjustified American out there fighting for their freedom as well.

Misc:
Steve is still pretty broken up about his 'girl' back during his time and has wondered time and time again if there might even be a chance that she is still alive. He knows that she would be old, or have either died of old age and doesn't know which one would be harder for him to find out, therefore he hesitates.