El!
El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
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Peggy Carter!
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Peter Parker!
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
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Post by Alexander Cuvier on May 31, 2016 6:43:17 GMT
The attack on Atlantis was over, and the citizens, soldiers, practically everyone of the sovereign nation had obliterated Thanos’ forces that had gone to the deep to attack them. The losses in this fight were not as many as the previous war on Atlantis, but still pretty significant. Tigershark himself had taken a good chunk of damage, but he was still fighting fit, and would be nearly back up to normal when they confronted the surface at some point.
Tigershark had swum and placed himself farther away from the majority of the other Atlanteans, not liking the whole medical assessment things still, even if Atlanteans didn’t wear white lab coats or use whatever medical device things HYDRA did, and used ‘magic’ instead...he still didn’t like it or trust it. One could say he had a slight phobia, but he’d never admit to such a thing. It had been...fun. Atlantis still didn’t have all the cool stuff of the surface, but maybe it was ‘cool’ in its own way.
Ugh, what was this? It was weird and he didn’t understand this odd sensation in his gut. So he ignored it. Everyone else seemed to be gloomy or oddly rejoicing; Atlantis had survived once more, but many of the citizens did not enjoy the fact that even more of them were dead and that there had been a second invasion of the underwater nation. Not that Tigershark had been there for that one, but it was because Kamar thought he was so special because some snaky tart had raised him and then banged him or some such thing, from what bits and pieces Tigershark had been able to gather.
Gross.
He took out a Leviathan because of course he did, he was awesome. So much better than Namor and everyone else here and he didn’t care that no one was taking notice of him. So there he sat, brooding on the edge of the city proper, possibly waiting for something. Not that he would ever in a million years admit that he was jealous that everyone else seemed to care about each other. It was very normal that no one said ‘good job’ to him anyway. It was always ‘objective complete’.
Now there was something to look forward to; maybe this Thanos asshole could do some damage to HYDRA while he was here. It would be horribly fitting, to be done in by a jerk who was too stupid to see Tigershark (and Namor and he supposed Aquaria, though he didn’t account for her too much) as threats and left a pitiful army to try and stop them.
Namor TS is experiencing more feelings than normal. He is displeased.
The losses were minimal. Thanos' forces had been well and truly unprepared. The pressures and the waters had worked against them, and it seemed they had not anticipated the defensive nature of the Capital. Even though it was nearly a full year's time since the Barbarian-Lemurian alliance, the city had not stopped being alert and prepared for the next possible attack. Particularly with Lemurian acclimation to Atlantean culture proving so difficult. When the forces had arrived, they'd plenty of warning and time for preparation. Only two of the Leviathans managed to pierce the shielding, with the rest and vast majority of the Chitauri forces being obliterated by the Atlantean army.
The defensive forces in the Capital proper and the citizens willing to fight met the rest of the forces when they came through. Though they were not without losses, deaths were so minimal as to number only in the low dozens. Injuries were more numerous, but the prognosis on most of those wounded (primarily soldiers) was good. The Mad Titan had been ill-prepared, and most of the military was furious. Fire flowed through their veins, and though his people did not have an overly positive opinion of the surface world, many were eager to go aid the humans simply in the name of vengeance.
Namor felt the same rage and sense of triumph. He wanted nothing more than to lead the forces he'd promised to the surface and see as many Chitauri die as he could manage. He wanted to wrap his hands around the bloated being's throat and see if he could crush his windpipe.
The majority of his time was spent organizing his troops. The majority would stay at the Capital, with some reinforcing other cities in the event more attacks came. The whole of the realm was to be on high alert. Aquaria was to stay behind and rule and lead the defense in his absence. The Lady Dorma, Victoria and volunteers were going to converge with him on New York. The Atlantean army would move much slower than he was capable of, so it was imperative that the departure be swift, even if it meant that there would be little time for recovery. With most matters and people tended to, there was only one wildcard left...
Alexander.
Though he'd precious little time with his failed reflection, these last several months had been spent in pursuit of providing the other man some sense of purpose. Namor was uncertain if they would ever be close, or if the other would ever truly consider him family. It was a foreign prospect, given how close he was with his own family, but in truth it did not bother him so long as he could pave the way for the boy's destiny, providing him with what resources he could. Unfortunately the boy was obstinate, much like his progenitor, but also vehemently ignorant. He was actively resistant to change or betterment, so progress to educate him and broaden his horizons had been slow.
Nonetheless, progress had been made. And the child was not without merit.
He'd seen for himself that the boy had managed to fell a Leviathan, which was no small task. Moreover, the boy had obeyed his instructions and had not taken the time amidst the chaos (no matter how brief) to flee. Something that would be considered a mark in his favor. Unfortunately, locating the boy was proving difficult. It took some time and asking around before he finally came to see the child sitting on the edge of the second tier, in the midst of the mosaic tilings with some fragmented coral jutting out around him.
Approaching the boy, he sat next to him and let his legs dangle over the edge of the tier. His chest groaned in protest from the wounds that he had (though they were slowly disappearing) but he ignored it. Reaching out, he slid his hand over the boy's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "You did very well today. Toppling a leviathan is no easy task. And you managed to keep your head in the midst of warfare," he knew the boy had seen battles, but not war. "I'm proud of you."
With that, he slid his hand away and pushed himself up to a stand, believing that such moments were likely best if left brief, considering Alexander's aversion to any sort of emotional intimacy. "I'm extending you an invitation to fight on the surface. I believe you've proven you can be trusted."
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Jun 4, 2016 6:47:43 GMT
Brooding was not the way of Alexander, or even indeed, his genetic ‘donor’. Most days he’d just get over the weird feelings he had and everything would be back to normal. It hadn’t occurred to him that nothing about his life or even his existence would be considered normal by anyone, least of all the world at large. Cloning and clones, especially of people weren’t exactly in the realm of expected possibility in the mainstream science community. Alexander still didn’t understand the why of Namor.
This was to be expected. He wasn’t exactly as clever or as intelligent as he thought he was, and it made things like this hard for him to process; he’d never really known this type of acceptance. Progress was being made, but considering how slow it was going it was looking like it would take a while, if not years to undo the thought process HYDRA had given him. It was why he didn’t understand some things, and in many ways was very naive about how the outside world worked. He didn’t understand why Namor didn’t attempt to kill him still, it was strange.
Then again so were his emotions which was weird to think about and also not at all manly. Manly men didn’t have weird girly feelings and he was a man. But it was just annoying; all his life he’d been told to be more like Namor and he just couldn’t be. He was totally better than Namor anyway. Or at least smarter.
Tigershark didn’t understand why he was sad. He acknowledged himself as great and since he was great, that should be enough, right? But somehow it wasn’t. It never had been. He also didn’t have an explanation as to why he didn’t rush right off from Atlantis either. It couldn’t be that he was beginning to like it, could it? As he was lost in thought (a rare occurrence), Namor drifted down.
And then gave him a compliment. “Well, I mean...Yeah I did. I’m great.” Tigershark said in response and the physical contact was weird but...nice? Weird. Things were just not making sense. It’d been this odd sort of way ever since Namor had taken him away from HYDRA. He’d never had someone take pride in what he did and who he was, aside from himself.
It was nice. And never to be spoken of, or thought of in the presence of Miss Frost. Or mentioned to Namor.
“Alright, cool!” Alexander said, clearly excited at both the prospect of going to the surface again and more fighting. And….and well this was. Nice. And weird. He didn’t like it but he did. Now, however, was the time to focus on important things like punching aliens.