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STATUS: Oh shit. I’m 1610 days in. I’m a Ultimate now. 3 yrs ago
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Current Oh shit. I’m 1610 days in. I’m a Ultimate now.
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Ya know...I don't think my last status aged well.
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To all y'all whose 2K19 New Year's resolution was to make it to 2020. We lit out here.
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Man, Discord out here playing GAMES.
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Praying for all y'all in the Bahamas. Dorian ain't being the best tourist.
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Bio

You can call me DC.

Been roleplaying about 9+ years now. Trying different websites out to see what happens, so, if I happen to have encountered you before, don't be afraid to give a shout out.

I work nights and am usually up for most hours of the day. Because of that, I'm often running on no sleep, so that's a thing.

Want to know more? Just ask.

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In Young Justice → 28 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E P I S O D E : R E F L E C T I O N S
DEBRIEF
SOUNDTRACK

S E C R E T S A N C T U A R Y
September 17th, 2021 | 16:50pm. | Happy Harbor, Rhode Island


The Knight was silent when Zatara and Mirage’s initial additions, and the response offered was a single nod.

”I see. This individual will definitely be accounted for during further missions upon further investigation on what was happening at that plant. Thank you for your analysis, Zatara. As for Mirage, I’m sure that could be arranged, I will corroborate with Black Canary and Red Tornado to arrange for more aid in that area.”

It seemed that as soon as his breath had finished, Quiver had exploded with words. All the while through his grievances, Batman kept an even expression. When it seemed that the younger man was done dealing out all his frustrations, the older one calmly divulged despite the younger’s attempt to push. Then he watched on for a moment longer as the group’s emotions unfurled around this situation. While everyone clearly had their own points, it was getting out of hand.
”Enough! All of you!”

The voice of the Bat boomed through the monitor’s speakers, with Cora’s inherent interference causing an unintended echo. In the following silence, Red Tornado now at the table across from the monitor and raised his hand.

”If I may, as their caretaker, I will accept this flaw as I have chosen not to burden them all with incomplete information. It is clear that some confusion, skepticism, and tension has formed in the wake of a full explanation of Metamorph’s condition. However, seeing as it has all come to a head over recent months, I believe it is time we shared some of what we know to aid with easing their concerns.

Firstly in regard to how dangerous Metamorph is: The reality is that everyone’s threat level was assessed prior to their selection on the team. That level does not remain static as time goes on and circumstances change, as the members of the Young Justice Initiative are people. As people, their volatility is prone to change over time, especially during their youth. The purpose of this initiative is to aid young people with superhuman capabilities. For some of you with more troubled upbringings, it is also to have a second chance; to use your skills and abilities for the betterment of yourself and others.

For Metamorph, the circumstances are all the more unique. As I am sure some of you have deduced for yourselves, Metamorph suffers from both Dissociative Identity Disorder and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder respectively. Although not all who have DID are equal in manifestation, a common persona that may develop is one that acts as a guardian to protect the others. In the assessment of him during the course of this year, as well as some prior reports from Vixen, this third alter of his did not front as often the two you all have already met.

It was a variable that we did not and do not have a complete understanding of. Being that his record of activity prior did not incur fatal action towards innocents or his team members, we decided to simply monitor on a week to week basis. We believed that it was only when under circumstances that could alarm his PTSD, that this ‘Red Beast’ persona could appear. However, it has been recently uncovered that a trigger is at play to set off this particularly animalistic side of Metamorph.”

Batman could be heard pressing keys that adjusted the screen to shrink his image and display a graphic containing schematics of one of the sonic-guns used by the bank robbers.

”As you can see, the sonic gun used in Star City has several settings for how it fires. While the most prominent was to project sound into a concussive force, another setting seemed to be catered to releasing a specifically high frequency noise. This frequency, when discharged, is too high for the average human to hear.

After the rampage at the bank, I assigned your team to the mission here in Gotham to observe for myself how Metamorph behaved in the field, via a drone as well as to isolate any potential variables. What I didn’t anticipate was for the drone to pick up this same audio frequency. This should not be possible, given the circumstances of the mission, neither of the gangs involved had access to such technology.

Regardless, by the time I managed to get to the scene, the damage had already been done…An apology does not heal Quiver or Talos’ scars, but an attempt to prevent any further injury became the priority.”

Another momentary crack in his stoicism came through a sighed grimace. Where Batman stopped, Red Tornado continued.

“You are all well aware that after the incident at the docks, Metamorph was intended to be off of the mission for that purpose. We had given him the benefit of the doubt when he left the base. A tracking bracelet was placed on his wrist so that I could monitor his movement. Yet, the signal remains on the east coast of Florida, even now after you have all returned.”

The screen changed again to show the others a live map of florida, showing a red blip near south east florida.

“Clearly it was discarded when he decided, as Rain has detailed, to warn of you a trap he deciphered. While well intentioned, the lack of communication with us led to Metamorph himself falling into the exact situation he attempted to warn against.”

”None of you are to blame for his lack of trust in us. This debriefing was never intended for you to apologize for what was out of your hands. He is none of your sole responsibility. Leave it to us to find him again. In the meanwhile, everyone, keep your emotions in check. We will keep you all updated as the situation develops as necessary. For now, get some rest. Batman out.”
In Young Justice → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interactions | Rain AKA @FunnyGuy, The Team
Location | Everglades National Park, Florida

Kilamanjaro was conflicted.

At first, it was while he was still fighting. While dodging fire and attacking their opponents. Between the pieces of action, there were small snapshots of training camps and facilities. The unsettling feeling that the few uncovered faces Kila caught glimpses of looked vaguely familiar. People he might have served with once, now with weapons aimed at him. Though, really, it only now served him not to hold back his blows, knowing their training. The hunger instilled in soldiers in training.

He’d originally convinced himself that he just needed to hold out a little longer. Keep them occupied long enough to make sure everyone was accounted for and their escape plan was assured. That as soon as the team was fully regrouped, they just needed to run. They could contact the Justice League to repel Buredunia’s efforts to capture them.

When Iceburn, Rain, and the others made their way out, Metamorph had been making his way nearer. Though, that was when an eerily familiar voice came in from his team comm system. Kila hadn’t heard that voice for years. However, the fear of that voice from childhood briefly resurfaced in his eyes. The Red Lion had employed Deathstroke before. The lingering feeling of something being amiss proved true when The Meta turned his head upward to the Terminator clutching the little flower.

However, the terminator alone wasn’t what instilled such a fear in the ever courageous young lion. It was the ultimatum given. They weren’t here for his team, like he’d thought. They just wanted him. It was now that he felt his true ignorance. This was a trap for him, because of his own sense of duty to his team; his new family. Part of him always knew that BSF would always try to get him back…When he was with the team, he always had the confidence that even if they came, they’d work together to fight them off.

Now he debated if he arrived too late or if he should have never arrived at all. Should he have sent a message Red Tornado or Black Canary what he theorized? Should he have informed them where he was actually going after he left? Maybe then they’d meet him here, even if only to attempt to stop him, they’d be close enough to help the team if he couldn’t be there. Then…perhaps Nymph— Daphne, wouldn’t be in this situation. Kila should have listened. He should have stayed benched…

When hearing Rain’s voice, suggesting to come to his position, Kila had one thought. The young lion didn’t even consider jeopardizing Daphne’s life in an attempt to fight for his own freedom. It was ultimately his punishment for the foolish risk he took. Moments of his time with the team, old members and new, flashed through his memory with every footstep.

Kila had just confessed his heart to Kassy a day ago. Maybe it was his own fault for thinking he had a chance to truly escape his captors. To find a life and love of his own. He pulled off his Metamorph mask and held it in his hands. It shook slightly in his hands shook as he walked, but he dared not dip his head. It wouldn’t be forever. He swore it.

”I’ll come quietly. Just…” He called aloud, as surely Deathstroke could hear him. Kila eyed Rain before he tossed the mask to the ground and looked up to where the mercenary was.

“Don’t hurt her anymore.”
In Young Justice → 3 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Interactions | Talos AKA @Daxam, The Team
Location | Everglades National Park, Florida

Talos had done well in repelling the men from taking Cora initially. However, the rest of the team hadn’t quite arrived outside yet, and reinforcements were quick to the scene. Though, before more soldiers could properly encircle the duo, someone else had interrupted. A hunter that knew this prey well, their strategic positions and patterns of attack. Before this, he’d taken out some of the ones in the shadows and shrubbery first. The young lion didn’t expect to find their field leader, but he did take one of their comm-links to keep an ear out.

So far, they’d relayed the information that the ‘Zeta squad’ on the inside had been defeated by Young Justice. On hearing that specific term, it further confirmed his suspicions. Zeta-class teams were typically Buredunian prisoners given only basic training as their only use was to be decoys. They were trying to split the team up to take them in smaller groups. The Meta wouldn’t allow this.

Thus, as a tiring Talos had grown an extra pair of hands, Metamorph knocked out the soldier he’d been talking to. He didn’t stop there, flipping and weaving through gunfire to kick another. Agile, but with focused power, like a leopard. Kila remembered to be wary of the sound gun from the Star city bank mission. It took time, but the last he remembered before being knocked out was that the criminals wielded them as well.

The difference he noticed here though, were the Red arm-bands. It signaled that they were Epsilon, low level soldiers. Capable but somewhat unexpected for Kila to see. Surely they didn’t think sending these particular units would be enough to capture teens being trained by the Justice League. Even the metas they’d enlisted were bested by their newer team members. Something was off. More immediately, something felt wrong. Was it his red senses? What were they trying to tell him? Could it…?

”Grab Stormcaller, we need to regroup with the others.” Kila admonished Talos before throwing a hand up to his ear for the team comms.

”Is everyone else on the team accounted for?”

Was she with them?
In Young Justice → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E P I S O D E S I X : R E F L E C T I O N S
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SOUNDTRACK


T H E E V E R G L A D E S
September 17th, 2021 | 15:00 PM | Everglades National Park, Florida


“Retrieve the lightning bug. She should be a good addition when reducated right.”

The man of smoke instructed as he watched the battlefield from a nearby tree, hidden among the foliage with thermal binoculars. As soon as the command was uttered, the bubble on Stormcaller dissipated. While the rest of the team was occupied with their own battles and locations, the soldiers with red armbands moved on toward the burnt-out heroine’s body. They shot a flame-retardant net around her that they could pull on a cable to transport her without being too close.

“Already on it, sir. However, the others will surely be outside to provide resistance soon. Is it time to call in the big gun?”

“Not yet, the right moment will present itself shortly. Something tells me that we will soon be met with an old friend…”


Kila knew of and experienced the strange phenomenon that a person isn’t always able to recognize their own voice over a recording. It was often described as though hearing another person entirely. However, when Viktor showed him the recording taken apparently only a few days ago, the young lion almost didn’t believe it. It was his own voice essentially explaining to him that he…or they, rather, had DID. It was hard to say that the news was a complete surprise, he’d had his own suspicions. Though, his thoughts were more to the idea that he simply had a side to him that was more instinctive in nature.

The one that introduced himself as “Ja”, his…their childhood nickname, wasn’t merely a persona that represented animalistic instincts. It was as though listening to another version of himself, oddly enough. Yet, Kila didn’t recall saying those words. The tone and pattern of voice used seemed different to his own, instead being almost childlike. The sheer lack of knowledge shook Kila to the core. Enough so that, he apparently passed out, and ended up waking up in Kassy’s arms in the medbay later.

There were too many questions regarding his past as it was. This revelation could possibly fill in some blanks, but added more questions. If his team could put this together, who else knew? It felt initially impossible to believe that BSF, the Justice League…That his own Mother, didn’t know what was going on with him. Why was he the last to know? A sense of betrayal from his superiors piqued through him.

Before he could talk to Viktor and Kassy about it more, duty called, and Kila was still held off from hero work. It left him with only his thoughts now, which he now called into question.

Maybe his Amai didn’t know. From what she’d explained, he was taken by them when he was too young to remember. But with how they’d treated him in Buredunia, President Bland definitely knew about it. Did they cause his condition? Was it intentional?

Iwisa…the person who knew him best. The mother that gave her life for him…would tell him that sitting in his own mind for too long would eat him alive. To put his anxieties and energy to work by doing something more productive.

Kila had looked at her gauntlets in his room that he tried his utmost to keep in their best condition…and he noticed something. Something that made his stomach fall to his shoes. He didn’t know when it got there— whether it was via a mission taken by his alternate in Ja or this Red Beast, but there was a tracker on the right gauntlet. A tracker that the Meta himself had onced used in Buredunia.

They’d been tracking him. For how long, he wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t have been before recently with all these recent spells of memory loss. Which all started with the mission when he woke up in the middle of battle…in Kassy’s arms. The mission in Arizona! They were hunting children that day and using the girl to do it. They were trying to bring them all in. Damnit!

They’d nearly succeeded then. It took all of them working together, and even then half of their team was incapacitated by the end. The other missions since then, going by the reports, were likely feeling out what they were capable of, since they got new members. The team still had no idea how all these things were connected. Meanwhile, They would be prepared this time. This mission was a trap!

Initially his thoughts went to inform Red Tornado, or Tenzi Dinah…someone…but ultimately, he decided against it. Trying to explain all of this would have just likely come across as him trying to make up a reason to be involved. They’d patronize him and it’d be no use.

So, he’d taken a zeta tube to Fort Lauderdale. After everything that happened, he was trying to get his mind off of things. He’d heard about how the Florida beaches were nice and wanted to check them out. While he was there, he ended up taking an air tour…Thankfully it was a private tour.

One that he’d booked before he left. That way it wouldn’t cause much of a scene when he jumped out of the aircraft passing over the everglades. Then once on the ground level, he’d used the team comm’s tracking system to pinpoint their whereabouts…

All of which led him to the current moment. Through the sounds of specialized weapons, supernatural abilities, people yelling, and a blinding light of an electrical explosion— A new but familiar voice entered the comms.

”Team, you need to get out! This mission is a trap! I repeat, this mission is a trap!”
In Spider-Verse: Dark Destiny → 6 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Xander and Spider-Woman and Spider-Woman and …Who the—!

Listening to them catch up, Alexander nodded where appropriate. Of course Danny survived and was with MJ, or at least the male twin apparently. Clearly Liz seemed unsure about, but wouldn’t have to wait for, Caty’s response. She was real cool about it. Better than Xander, that much was for sure…Although when it came to the existence of this Peter Parker, something told him that the name would be important to remember. Which, again, was followed by the universe’s swift answer.

Xander’s senses were highly attuned as a spider-mutant, and honed by his uncle, the master of kung fu. It was very difficult to sneak up on him, which made it rather shocking when it was his spider-sense that alerted him to the other’s presence. This other, that seemed to be a version of Peter Parker, left no doubt as being an enemy spider-totem. He exhaled, tempering his spirit for battle.

Grimacing somewhat as eight claws extended from his balled fists, the Tarantula stared him down.

“Well well, looks like Anansi sent one after my own heart. Never got to kill a Spiderine before.” Were his sneered words as he flipped into a three-point landing before the trio. ”I’ll hang your claws on my wall.”

The martial artist kept his composure in the face of such a threat, and was careful not to take an eye off of him. At the same time though, his peripheral focus kept on Caty and Liz to see how they wanted to handle this. While he never backed down from a fight, he had no idea what this guy was capable of. And if his spider-sense was anything to go by, the wrong move could have devastating consequences.

Liz was frozen in shock. This wasn't the Peter she knew. She couldn't imagine any version of Peter turning out like this. Just what happened to him? Every time she thought about making a move her spider-senses activated letting her know that the move she was going to make would end in certain death for her. Just what kind of monster was he?

Caty's experience as both a martial artist and hero let her know that the Spider-Man in front of them wasn't something to mess with, but she couldn't imagine they'd be able to escape without at least putting up some kind of fight. She trusted her and Xander's skills as martial artists, but wasn't sure how skilled Spider-Liz was.

“I'm sorry, but your trophy hunting days are over.” Caty said confidently, putting Liz at ease. She charged forward as if she were foolishly aiming for a straightforward punch, but before she was close enough to connect she extended her fingers a little more to press down on her web-shooters releasing a string of web at his face.

Without hesitation he grabbed the web and wagged his finger disappointingly at her. “Seriously?” He asked while pulling the web and her towards him and punching her with his free fist.

Caty was sent flying backwards but was caught by Spider-Liz. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Caty said, getting to her feet. “But now I know what it's like getting hit by me.”

The Assassin stepped forwards, turning his gaze to Xander. “I hope you're better than your friends over there or this will get boring fast.”

Xander looked over at Caty to make sure she wasn’t rocked too badly by that punch. Clearly this opposing spider knew the talking tricks that Caty and Danny employed often…Perhaps that was a main aspect of Spider-folk…As well as the use of spider-sense. In which case, they’d have to rely on their limited experience fighting other spiders, namely their training sessions and, for Xander, that scuffle he had with symbiote Danny.

This first attempt was to throw off the spider sense’s direction. So, Xan lifted a table from a nearby restaurant and threw the topside first directly at this Assassin Spider-Man. Throwing it this way limited visibility for a second, and Xan took the opportunity to run after it. Although he was fully prepared to kick through the table if he had to, the wooden table exploded into splinters after what sounded like a gunshot.

When visual contact returned, the Assassin had two fingers pointed at where the table was, almost as if— Xander’s own spider-sense warned him, but instead of dodging, he used a more precise kick to his opponent’s arm. It was just in time to knock the aim away from his friends as a second shot went off. So instead of web-shooters, they were bullet-slingers…That was concerning.

A small close quarters exchange of blows and blocks ensued, with neither quite getting the upper hand.

It ended with the Assassin going for a punch that Xander caught at the wrist to stop another shot from firing. At the same time, Xander threw a faked head kick that the Assassin still caught at the ankle, locking them in place for a moment. While there was a moment or two of struggle, Xander grit his teeth. From out of his ankle, spikes shot out and through the Assassin spider’s hand. After a grunt of pain, the Assassin threw a kick at Xander’s chest to make some space.

Just about to go on the offensive, his hand, shortly followed by his kicking foot were met with a disorienting tingling. A sort of numbness seemed to take them over momentarily as they’d come into contact with Spiderine’s tarantula spines. The Assassin shook his hand to wake it up.

“So you got some tricks up your sleeve…I like that.”

“And he's not the only one.” Caty said, attempting to distract him.

Assassin Spider turned his attention to Spider-Woman, but noticed that Liz was nowhere to be found. It was then that his spider-senses alerted him to a presence behind him, but it was too late. Liz's camouflaged arms wrapped around his neck to hold him in a chokehold before she revealed herself.

He aimed his fingers at her and attempted to shoot his bullet-slingers, but found they were jammed by something. Several spiders exited his devices giving him the answer to his query.

He laughed. “Invisibility and control of spiders. Anansi really doesn't play fair. He really does hate us Peters.”

Liz pressed down harder on his throat attempting to cut off his air. She knew with someone like him you couldn't take chances. He already showed he was willing to kill them. But it felt strange. She didn't want to do this. This was Peter after all. Not her Peter, but a Peter. She didn't know what happened that turned him into this, but she still felt for him.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Caty said, approaching him. “Anansi doesn't hate you. He's trying to stop you, but he never told us to kill you. If you're a spider-totem it means you're a hero, too. And if you think you're the only one who's lost someone or killed someone, get in line. I lost my dad and my girlfriend.” She looked at Liz as she said this. “I killed my father's killer and wanted to kill hers. But I didn't. I realized these powers were meant for more. That I couldn't let them or my anger, guilt or grief control me. You don't have to either. You can stop this.”

Assassin Spider-Man laughed horsely. Liz loosened her grip just a bit for him to talk. “You really drank that fool's kool-aid. Don't you see? Why is it that we have to suffer? So others don't? It stops nothing. We're targeted. Time and time again when we get close to people they get caught in the crossfire of this war that'll never end. Because we're all just playthings!” He flipped Liz over slamming her back to the ground. He then lifted his foot to stomp down on her.

“No. Not again. I won't lose her again!” Caty shot a web from both of her wrists. One latched onto Assassin Spider's numbed leg, allowing her to sweep him off his feet and onto his back. The other was caught by Liz, allowing her to be pulled towards Caty and Xander.

Caty then shot another web towards a nearby lamppost attaching it to the one she shot at the Assassin. She yelled up to the skies, “Anansi get us out of here now!”

“What about your brother and Peter?” Liz asked.

Assassin Spider-Man started to recover and was beginning to tear away at the web.

“They'll be fine.” She hoped. “He wants us, not them.”

Suddenly a portal opened underneath Caty, Xander, and Liz dropping them back into the Web of Life and Destiny where Anansi greeted them with a smile.

“The first ones back! I see it was a success!”

Xander had been ready to get back into the fray but the portal came and whisked them away. So…wait, all they had to do was ask and at a minute’s notice, Anansi could snatch them up?

“What the hell? If you can do that, couldn’t you just grab up these other spider-folks whenever you wanted? What’s the point of sending us in there then…? What stops you from snatching up the bad spiders and keepin them here? It’s not like you got a door to this place.”

Anansi frowned at the series of questions. “Look at how you all handled being randomly snatched up in a portal and told your lives were in danger. The people you're recruiting or warning don't want to leave their homes, like you didn't. But the message would be better coming from one of them, than the god that's responsible for it all. And would you invite the people who want to kill you to your home? Imprisoning them would only justify their anger and they're way too smart to stay trapped forever. Any more questions?”

“Yeah, just one. Who the Hell is Peter Parker?” Caty asked.

Anansi looked down with a hint of sadness before looking up ready to answer. “He's the best of the best. The true Spider-Man. He's iconic. Most totems are alternate versions of him. That's how heroic he is. Or at least how heroic he's supposed to be. But the ones you're facing, they hate me and the lives of trials and tribulations they've been forced to live. They blame me, but I don't control everything. I'm not The One Above All.”

“Who?” Spider-Liz asked. This was her first time dealing with any of this. She couldn't believe she was in the middle of a giant web that connected different universes.

“The True Supreme Being of the Multiverse. On a comparative scale that you humans would understand. I'm basically middle management.” Anansi answered a bit annoyed at his low ranking.

Xander was lost in the middle of all this multiverse stuff. So in this whole thing, this Peter Parker guy, who didn’t even exist in his and Caty’s universe, was the “True Spider-Man”. So if he’s where the idea came from, why didn’t their universe have a Parker? Then there was this One Above All stuff…which sounded like a bible description? So if that guy was ‘actual god’ then what was— Anansi answered that much. Middle management, so he wasn’t as powerful as his fancy title made it out to be. Instead of the spider-god, he was more like the spider bus driver.

“Fine. What’s the next move…?”

“We wait.” Anansi answered, simply.
In 《 Super H.E.R.O. 》 → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Blur Rabbit
October 10th, 2029
Brookside, Castleburg
Fixeon Municipal Recycling Plant

The Blur Rabbit had found a street light to perch upon while the others had gathered to the meetup location. He hadn’t moved or even said a word since they’d gathered together. Although his mask purposefully didn’t have eyes, he did at least face the direction of the ICOSA agent dropped in to watch them. This was the side of HERO related activities that the Rabbit didn’t trust. He knew that she was here to take notes about the ‘question mark’ members of the currently assembled squad. His file purposefully wasn’t very extensive, and he preferred to keep it that way. The only reason he was even here as because of Powers telling him that the higher ups would make a big deal of it and make things more complicated. So, here he was, in attendence like they asked.

The mission itself he wasn’t particularly concerned with, as it was basically just cleanup with some investigation. What was more interesting to him, given his own personal war on crime, was the possible reemergence of the ‘Blue Skulls’. The name listed was literally only a language word away from having the same name. So either the people in charge of the gang were hopelessly stupid, or it was just a herring for whatever was actually happening here…

Thinking of that gang led him to thoughts of the former member Cadaver: now known as ‘Freakshow’. In which case, he’d only half listened to the prattled plan that Freakshow had cobbled together. Usually when missions had a significant amount of unknowns going in, longwinded and ‘well-thought out’ plans were just a waste of breath. Especially if the team going into it weren’t experienced with the concept of teamwork.

Instead his focus had shifted to the subtle rumbling of footsteps approaching their location. Then, like a starting blank had been fired, a sniper shot from their ‘observer’ signalled the arrival of the leftovers. Speaking of which, wasn’t the mushroom with limbs one of them? Initially it seemed odd to send it to fight its own kind, but ultimately, humans did it all the time to each other. The ethics of all that was a…rabbit hole, of its own, that he didn’t decide delve into right now as the action began.

As predicted, people scattered for the most part to get into battle. The Hare himself didn’t move, outside of his sleeveless coat flowing like a cape in the gentle breeze. Ardent had said it perfectly; ‘all that yapping just to say let’s watch each other’s backs.’ Which is what the Rabbit decided his role would be. While each member was pretty capable in their own right, he’d keep an eye on them from his own vantage point and blur in if any of them got flanked.

Otherwise, he didn’t plan on giving the ICOSA agent any data to work with.
In Spider-Verse: Dark Destiny → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
亚历山大大帝

After being suddenly airdropped into their first assignment, Xander gave the words of the ‘spider-god’ some thought. That they’d have to trust some others. Besides Danny and Caty, he hadn’t gotten much experience interacting with the other spiders in his universe. He didn’t even fully know their hero names, so how would he be able to reliably trust ones from a manifold of them?

It was around then that he felt arms around him that he realized that he’d been paired up with Cat. It was almost like a shock, given that positive physical contact had been basically nonexistent since he’d stopped wearing the mask. It was…well, not unwelcome from her at least. It was nice to hear that she still thought about him to an extent, being the more famous Spider-Woman and all. Xan just managed to get a hand up to hug her back before she pulled away.

While she was investigating, he’d looked around a little more. It seemed like New York to him, almost exactly like home. For a second, he thought that maybe Anansi just sent them back, until he noticed some things being a little off. Things like the green street lights were blue instead, or how the Baxter building in the distance looked like it had a ‘5’ on it instead of a ‘4’. This multiverse business was some trippy shit, to say the least.

Then, as if the Mandela Effect wasn’t enough, his eyes caught a blur approach them from above. Although initially tensed, the person that greeted them right as Cat popped the question felt like the universe itself answering. She seemed to recognize him instantly, which threw him for a bit of a loop.

He supposed he did remember Liz from their universe, but if this Liz were anything like that one then— Just like that, the cross-universe girlfriends embraced. While a nice reunion and all, it was freaky to see a dead person back to life. It made Xan ask internal questions about his own existence here. This Spider-Woman recognized him, by name even, but it didn’t seem to be with a similar shock or nostalgia. That had to mean he was alive here…Did…Did that mean…?

It didn’t matter. Even if, that would mean it didn’t belong to him, and Xander didn’t want for shit to get more complicated. He didn’t want to feel…things. So, his mind shifted to the point of them even being here. He gave them a second or two more of quality time before piping up.

“So uh, Spider—“ Well ‘Spider-Woman’ applied to them both; “Liz, notice anything weird around the city lately? Like, ‘extra webs where they shouldn’t be’ typa weird?”
In 《 Super H.E.R.O. 》 → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In 《 Super H.E.R.O. 》 → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I kinda just copied Rabbit’s old stuff into the new format, if I gotta change anything tho, lemme know. 💪🏾


In Spider-Verse: Dark Destiny → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
亚历山大大帝

So much was happening at once. Alexander asked to get off early today, as he had discovered some intel regarding his mission. A month ago he’d finally gotten a name; Martin Li. Tonight was originally going to be investigating a suspicious shipment that was addressed to a supposed construction project that Li had been funding.

As he was on his way to intercept was when some strange Spider-Kong attacked the city. He’d presented enough of a threat that the other spiders of the city had to band together to make it a fair fight…To help or not…did they need him? After what had happened with Val, Xander decided to leave the mask behind. Failing her had so far convinced him that being a hero was never his place. No…all that mattered was getting to that construction site. Getting one step closer to his revenge…

Yet, while he caught himself watching the battle from the sidewalk, he caught on to the dire straits the other civilians were in. Like the movie monster Spider-Kong was, buildings crumbled and debris flew everywhere. While the others were doing their best to keep people out of the danger zones, they couldn’t cover everywhere.

Despite initially being torn and telling himself that they’d figure it out; He heard his father’s voice. “Don’t be a slave to your nature.” had him running into the street. “Don’t be slave to your nature.” had Alexander pulling a man out of the windshield of his car and ushering him to follow the rest of the foot traffic away from the conflict. Before he knew it, he’d taken on the task of evacuating people where the police couldn’t. He would help them, but not as a spider.

In their desperate plea to get away, some people had crashed their cars which caused a terrible traffic jam. Others were frozen with fear, having to be shook awake from watching the life threatening battle that could come closer any second. One idiot was damn near in the battlefield with his phone out, filming a flying minivan. It tested even Xander’s agility to get to him in time as debris fell from above. While Xander felt like this man was deserving of his Darwin award, he snatched the guy up as well.

Just when it seemed that the day might have been saved, Alexander felt himself falling. The familiar odd tingling of his spider-sense helped him find equilibrium and he landed on his feet in this web of…shadows? What the hell was he looking at? Portals?

That was when he noticed the others and this mysterious ‘god’ Anansi. Xander watched as the confused and concerned people barraged the Weaver with words. From what Xan was able to pick up, they were part of a multiverse of spider-people. That their triumphs and trauma, while not directly caused, were influenced by him to combat what apparently were some other, not so obedient spider-people. Smelled ominously like they were cleaning up someone else’s mess.

It was a lot. A lot that, honestly, made Xander feel more like he didn’t belong here. This was all way over his head. He would protest, but ultimately, he recognized he was chosen for some higher calling. High enough that even if he was already predestined to have powers, Anansi saw fit to have him bit too. Besides that if the guy really wanted to, given the way they had been teleported here, he could just teleport them back over and over until they gave in…Alexander growled, then sighed.

“I’ll be blunt. If these bad spiders are universe-hopping, it could screw up our home. So let’s find em, split their heads, and get it over with.”
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