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.
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
It's good to see Spidey back on the site. Watching him deal with the universe shift in his own snarky way has been nothing short of entertaining.
Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride
Even over the sounds of the battle raging around them, Trinity could just barely make out the voice talking in Falcon's earpiece. If she'd been any further away from him she might not have noticed it. She had heard of SHIELD of course, though being a Morlock, the government wasn't exactly chomping at the bit to recruit her. Hell, she wasn't even sure the X-Men would want her, despite her new friend in Rogue. A blue Beast with fur was a lot different then a large dragon lady with massive wings who could light the whole place on fire if she sneezed. Still, Trin had a good heart, even is she did try to drown it in alcohol most nights. Her blue lizard eyes caught sight of the agent on the roof of the collapsing building about the time that his voice was cut off in Falcon's ear. "Don't worry, I got him, focus on killing things." She told Falcon before taking off towards the building.
Without Strange around to take care of the Leviathan, she didn't have anyway to take care of it's large body as it fell. Damage was bound to happen, but Trinity did her best to limit the causalities. Tucking her wings in, she pushed herself into a dive after Clint as he plummeted towards the ground. Reaching out with her long nailed fingers she caught the strap on his quiver and instantly spread her wings wide, her other arm wrapping around his chest as she hauled him backwards and did her best to slow his descent. "If you shoot me, I will drop you." She warned, she was tired of getting shot by the good guys. Once she had him stabilized, she tossed him a bit int othe air so she could catch him in her arms much like the hero would carry his girl in the movies. Trinity really didn't like gender stereotypes. "I'm Draconia by the way. You had something you wanted to tell me?" She inquired, careful not to smile too big with her teeth that close to his face.
There was one Leviathan left and Draconia had plans for it. She would wait for Clint to either tell her what he wanted or introduce himself. "I've got a plan, how good are you at surfing?" She asked. Having someone up there with her would be a big help. It didn't take her long to catch up with Falcon, still carrying Clint in her arms. "Hey Falcon, I could use some help with the big guy." She told him, motioning with her tail to the Leviathan not far off that was raining Chitauri on the city. The battle was beginning to turn however, that much was clear from up here. With the Dark Elves on their side now, whoever the hell they were, the Chitauri had a lot to contend with. Earth was not about to go down quietly.
With Falcon in tow, Trin headed for the Leviathan. Her plan was to use the two of them to take out the Chitauri while she repeated her previous actions of armor stripping. The technique had worked fairly well so far, it was just hard to focus when you kept having to stop and protect yourself.
As the battle rages, the skies are populated with air crafts all scrambling to take out the larger threats. A fighter jet is broadsided by a powerful blast from some alien weapon, distant in the sky. One engine and other mechanics compromised, the jet spirals through the air. The pilot pulls hard against the controls, easing the throttle and getting the bird into a semi-controlled dive.
Bit by bit, the jet slows. Dipping through the clouds, the bird leaves a plume of smoke in its wake that trails across the city. Aiming for a large stretch of relatively unoccupied territory, the bird moves toward the Bronx Zoo, but the chaos there leaves the pilot with little wiggle room. Trying to maneuver around one threat, the edge of the plane's wing grazes the massive dragon, metal cutting into the beast's flesh from the speed of the descent.
Admin Note: How damaged Trinity is and where she was impacted is up to you, Ciji. But the damage should be intense enough as to remove her from the fight shortly after she delivers her payload.
ADMIN INTERRUPT Character: @trinity Reason: Late (Second offense) Up Next: Clint Barton
Namor felt a prickling at the forefront of his brain, as though something were pressing against the lobe. A half an instant later a voice came loud and clear across the psychic network that his sorcerers had established. Namor? Dorma asked, thoughts tinged with concern. I'll manage. A fire mage simply got the jump on me. He sent the thoughts across the network to allay the concerns of any that had tapped into the pain. Had the sorcerers made the psychic link too strong? Or did it have more to do with his underlying connection to Atlantis through the trident making him a natural sympathetic link to his citizens and thus the connection being more potent where he was concerned?
It was not worth extended thought. Instead he reached across the network to Victoria's mind, which he sensed was similarly distressed. I've no intention of being defeated by a little pain. Keep your focus on the fight. I've faith in you. He'd faith in all of them, and to try and express as much and dismiss any lingering concerns about his wellbeing, he centered himself and focused on the fight at large.
Since Clinton had been plucked from the air, the Leviathan and the cannon were priority. Not long after the human that aided him was healed did Namor devise a way to hopefully see to both. When the human started to question what he meant when he referenced his aim, the Prince offered no answers. By then it was too late, and the human was hurdled through the air, hopefully guided with enough precision as to ensure a good landing on the Leviathan. If not, then he could hope that the throngs of Chitauri and Chitlian on the chariots would provide the human with platforms to land on.
Fortunately his aim was true enough that the... human? mutant? was able to land deftly atop the Leviathan and quickly went to work. The moment that it seemed that his payload had been delivered safely, the monarch moved to the cannon that seemed to be arming. The mouth of the cannon swiveled toward him as he approached, the layered internal spikes dilating until the thing was a straight, snub-nosed tunnel. Just before it could manage to fire, the Atlantean lobbed his trident into the heart of the thing. At its core was a white light, and when the prongs pierced the orb it began to bleed and glow brighter, angry red lines pulling off of it like lights from a star.
This seemed to distress the Chitlian who leapt from the extended chariot onto another that was passing below. Pulling back, the Atlantean watched the thing crack apart and then explode into a disc of red-white energy. The force of the explosion was enough to buffet nearby chariots from the air. Some of them were even blown apart.
No sooner than that was done did another mind pierce his psyche. Stephen's voice called to him, earning a huff from Namor. With as popular a destination as his mind seemed to be, he wasn't entirely unconvinced that he should start charging admission. Still, Stephen was asking for his aid, and that alone was enough to inspire brief feelings of anxiety and concern in the monarch. I'm on my way. Be safe, my friend. Sending his relocation across the psychic network, the hybrid immediately took to the sky, moving to find Stephen and his battle with utmost haste.
@flash exit thread for Namor! He has sparkly fingers to save!
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Flash stood atop the Leviathan for a little while longer, before seeing the large explosion caused by Namor taking out the cannon on the one platform passing overhead. That was noticeable enough to snap Flash out of whatever trance he'd gotten into. He turned on a heel, running along the Leviathan upwards, leaping off the end and shooting out a web to pull himself back into the air. He swung towards the area of the explosion that Namor had caused, showing up just in time to see him fly off and go somewhere else. The area seemed to be covered, so Flash wouldn't fault him on the change of location - but he had to wonder what was so important that one of the strongest people on the planet decided it warranted his attention.
Still, there were aliens to kill - and Flash was in a bit of a hunting mood. A platform had apparently gone passed under the cannon platform, and caught a couple of the Chitauri that had been setting the weapon up. Seemed like pretty good targets now that Namor had taken out the actual cannon before Flash even got a chance to take a crack at it. Flash shot a web out for one side of the platform, swinging under and using the web wrapping around the platform to flip up onto the platform. He drop-kicked one Chitauri off of the platform just like that, landing in what he figured was a web-slinger-esque pose. One hand was flat on the ground, one leg was bent at the knee, and the other was stretched out.
It didn't take long for the Chitauri to respond - two of them rushed at him from either side, which for any other person might have been a problem. But the symbiote made it a simple matter for Flash to lift himself up onto his one hand, twisting his body around to send a kick for both Chitauri as they got in range. One fell off of the platform entirely, while the other just hit the ground, not yet out of the fight. With his momentum, Flash spun in the air, landing on his feet just as the Chitlian took a swing at him. He must have been overexerting himself, because his reflexe didn't kick in, and a metal spear cut across his chest. The blade cut deep enough to slash across Flash's chest, but the Symbiote was quick to cover up the wound again. It would take some time to heal, and honestly, Project Rebirth might not let him keep the Symbiote on that long.
His temper was flaring, but he had to keep himself calm - the less focused he got, the more the Symbiote crept into the back of his mind. Still, he could calm down by letting out his anger on the Chitlian that decided to cut him in the first place. Flash made his own balde on his arm, lunging forward and impaling the Chitlian once, before pulling the blade and slashing it a few times to mimic how it had gotten him before. All of this got the Chitlian - now without its spear - closer and closer to the edge of the platform, freeing him up for one swift kick from Flash to send him off the edge. Under the mask, Flash was breathing pretty heavily - he was about ready to take the platform out of the sky and take off when a sharp pain shot out in his shoulder. The downed Chitauri he'd left had grabbed the Chitlian's spear and run it through Flash's shoulder. This time, Flash roared - the mouth that the Symbiote gave him tearing open as he spun around, grabbing the Chitauri by the throat and just... Squeezing. The spear still stuck out of his shoulder, but right now he was more focused on the Chitauri grasping at Venom's clenched fist. A sickening crack sounded as the pressure finally crushed the Chitauri's spine, Flash tossing the body off the edge.
Flash reached back and tore the spear from his shoulder, not really sure how much longer he could stay in the fight. But for now, he was going to keep going - he gripped the spear in one hand and shot a web out to the edge of the platform. Flash dropped off the edge, swinging around towards the area that seemed to be giving the platform its lift before tossing the spear towards the device's center and disconnecting his web. He dropped a short distance as the platform above him started to crash, shooting out a single web with his good arm to slow his momentum before he hit the ground. Chaos was all around him, but right now Flash wasn't so sure he could keep going. Maybe he just needed a breather - so he found a spot in the shadows, and just tried to... Blend in. He needed a minute - that was all.
Post by z inactive samwilson on May 4, 2016 2:46:27 GMT
Ah god, Clint. What had the archer gotten into himself this time? Before he could so much as react the dragon was reassuring him she had the wayward archer and was flying off in that direction. Well, if a dragon couldn’t fix whatever issue Clint had found himself in he had bigger problems. He, however, would take the advice of Draconia and go kill things.
A thought struck Sam just as a nearby leviathan screeched. It was an unholy sound and caused shivers to run down his spine. Had they not been actively trying to kill him and, well the planet earth, they might have actually been kind of cool. Sadly the whole prospect of death from large murderous alien kind of took away a few cool points. He knew they could be killed, hell he’d nearly gotten covered in all kinds of nasty goo when one had exploded.
Actually, that gave him an idea.
Getting onto the comms he called down to the base they had set up below placing his order. His ever helpful team of SHIELD agents were all too happy to put together a to-go bag and even suggest a few items that would compliment what he was looking for. By the time he had reached the vantage point they had gathered everything he had asked for in a neat package.
With a quick thanks he was back in the air and racing towards one of the large creatures. He got a little too close to the creature and it roared its disapproval showing some wicked teeth. God it was loud. Everything in him wanted to put his hands over his ears but then he wouldn't be able to go through with his plan. Wincing he reached into his care package and pulled out the first thing he touched. Grenade. Perfect.
Sam pulled the pin and tossed it into the open maw of the creature. With luck it wouldn’t roll back out. Shooting upwards he managed to avoid the creature as it suddenly lunged in his direction. Instead he pulled some more goodies from his bag. These were really quite handy. They were explosives that after being activated would stick to just about any surface and could be remotely detonated when the time was right.
Moving quickly he activated a few of them and dropped them onto the creature below, pleased to see they had no problem sticking. The job was done in a matter of seconds and Sam had just placed the last one near the tail when the grenade went off. Unfortunately (or luckily considering Sam was still all but on top of the thing) it didn’t do more than give the beast a bad stomach (or hopefully a mess of internal bleeding, seeing as how he wasn’t inside the creature who knew for sure?) but with luck, and a word to the base below the external explosives should do more damage.
Here goes nothing.
Reving up the speed Sam took off for any direction that wasn’t on top of the leviathan. ”Now!” He called giving the cue to detonate the explosives. The sounds of explosions going off were distracting but he couldn’t afford to turn around and gawk quite just yet.
...it hit him harder than any attack had in centuries. Thanos grit his teeth as pain shot through him; pain he had not felt in so long. It was terrible and it gripped his core and ripped a scream from his throat.
Panting in the aftermath of the attack, Thanos gripped his chair tightly. He was injured. Midgard was not the easy target he had thought. He needed to regroup...
Sending out a call for his troops to withdraw home, Thanos' own throne also began an ascent to the skies and beyond. He would return to crush these creatures into submission, but first he needed to figure out how such a useless creature had been able to fight off his hold and injure him.
((Chitauri forces are now retreating, though the dark elves are not going with them, and are instead converging on Concourse. Players still in Ragnarok threads may choose to finish off the Chitauri before they retreat, or simply let them go. Whatever the choice, players should at least have one more round to wrap things up and react to this turn of events. When you're done, notify a member of staff. Thank you.))
Clint was still falling, and as he tried to slow his descent as much as possible, a blast from one of the Chitlians on a chariot caught him, buffeting him through the air and into the side of a building. He tried to grab on, but the impact had futzed up something in his shoulder and he couldn't get a grip. His head banged on a ledge on the building and his world blacked out for a long moment.
When he woke up, it was being cradled in the arms of the dragon lady, and a grin spread across Clint's face. "Wow, you're even better up close," he slurred, brain slightly fuzzy from the knock it had received bashing into the skyscraper. He was most certainly concussed. "Will you go out with me?" he asked next, going for a flirtatious wink and missing by a mile as it made his head spin. Whoops. Bad idea.
Managing to stand up straight when he was finally placed on the ground was a miracle, but someone on comms had been a spoilsport and sent medics straight to him and they promptly divested him of his weapons so that he wouldn't be a danger while he couldn't think all that well. He pouted slightly. "Hey, Falcon. I'm out, man. Give that thing Hell for me," he informed the fellow bird-themed agent, allowing the medics to lead him carefully to the med station. He wouldn't be happy about it, but his head was killing him and his world was spinning, so he'd allow it. For now.
"Hey, gimme back my bow. I want my bow," he frowned at the medics as they started ushering him off.
"You don't need your bow," one of them told him and he glared.
"I don't want all my weapons. Just the bow. Gimme the bow or I'll make your life Hell," he replied and soon enough, his bow was being handed back over and he felt... calmer. It was much better to have Gemma in his hands than to have her off with god-knows-who. She was very special. Super special. Like a... cake... or bagels...
...maybe letting the medics do their job would be a good thing...
• @flash • z inactive samwilson • Clint's out so y'all can wrap up and/or move over to other thread :3
Flash was composing himself now, and was ready to re-enter the fray. He'd heard the explosions, but really didn't care - the Chitauri had hurt him, tried to kill him, and he was done. Done playing nice, done playing soldier-boy, and done adhering to protocol when they were facing an enemy this ruthless, this unfeeling. He wanted blood, and no one was going to stop him now. He shot out two lines for the end of the alleyway, pulling back until the lines were taut, stretched to their limit, and then pushing off the ground, launching himself out of the alley like he was a rock in a slingshot.
He launched himself right into a Chariot making its way for the retreat, swinging it around in the air and throwing it into the street below. When Flash landed, he looked around, making note of the fact that the Chitauri were starting to move away from the Earth forces. But for some reason, deep down in the pit of his soul... He really didn't give a shit. A web shout out for one of the retreating Chitauri, followed by a hard pull from Flash to snap the Alien's neck from a distance.
Flash swung over into the crowd of Chitauri that were making their retreat, leaping from alien to alien and tearing into them, being a bit more brutal than he ought to be, maybe. He shot out a web for one, pulling it in to be impaled on his blade arm. The mouth on the symbiote split open again as he lunged at another Chitlian, digging his teeth into the armor and tearing it off piece by piece until he got at the flesh underneath. Flash could hear a buzzing in his ear - a familiar voice, stern, raspy from years of yelling at grunts and jar heads just like Flash. "Agent Venom! Corporal, that's enough! The enemy is retreating, soldier, stand down! I repeat, stand down! I won't say it again, Agent!"
Dodge - so controlling, so above Flash, in rank and experience. The man had a lot of confidence for someone who couldn't take two steps without his damn dog leading the way. Forget him - Flash was here to protect the Earth, and the country, from threats just like this. They may have been retreating, but who could say that wasn't just to come back again later with an even bigger force? Well, Flash would cut them down to size as much as he could in this moment. His claws tore into them, webs shooting out for ankles to pull them back to him. The more he could grab, the better. The buzzing in his ear continued, getting louder and louder until finally, the General decided to take matters into his own hands.
Or rather, into the hands of the built-in failsafe for Agent Venom. Flash had just run another Chitauri through when the voltage coursed through his system, prompting a loud screech of pain from the Symbiote that emanated from Flash's throat. They were fighting it - the symbiote and the host working in tandem to try and resist the failsafe. But it wasn't meant to be - it took longer than usual, but soon enough, the failsafe worked - and everything went black. Flash knew where he would be when he woke up - back at base, and back in his fucking chair. What he didn't know, however... Was how much longer he could bear waking up to that.
Post by z inactive samwilson on May 17, 2016 23:38:36 GMT
“I'm out, man” The words sent a chill down Falcon’s spine. Thanks to your friendly neighborhood dragon he’d managed to make it out of the fall intact but Sam knew how nasty any fall from a great height could be. He was just glad the bird brain was okay. ”Glad to hear it, get some rest man. You did good.” Hearing Clint tell him to give the creatures hell made him grin. That was twice now he’d gotten that advice. Guess he’d best comply.
The explosives did the trick; even if it was incredibly messy. Sam whooped with glee as he speed through the air. He did not envy whoever was going to be on the cleanup crew though the way things had been going for him he’d be a part of it. They’d probably give him a trowel and a trash bag telling him to scoop up as much as he could. As unappetizing that particular image was it didn’t deter his happiness at his plan having worked. However now he was in desperate need of a shower. His exo suit was going to need a good scrubbing as well. Hell, he was probably going to pull apart the carbon fiber panels in the wings themselves just to make sure none of the residual gunk was lingering. The last thing he needed was for his suit to start stinking in the hot summer heat.
Still grinning widely he changed direction and started heading back to their makeshift base to touch base. Landing softly behind the barricade he asked for an update and was surprised to learn the Chitauri had begun to retreat. ”Is this some sort of trick?” He asked not quite believing what he heard.
”No” The agent was quick to assure him, he showed the other man what they were seeing on the radar. They really were retreating and with quite a bit of speed from the way things looked. ”Well I’ll be damned,” Sam whistled crossing his arms over his chest. ”I wouldn’t say we’re out of the woods yet but this is quite the nice reprieve. Guess we’ll have to wait to see what happens next.”