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Kung Fro Killa

STATUS: Oh shit. I’m 1610 days in. I’m a Ultimate now. 3 yrs ago
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3 yrs ago
Current Oh shit. I’m 1610 days in. I’m a Ultimate now.
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5 yrs ago
Ya know...I don't think my last status aged well.
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5 yrs ago
To all y'all whose 2K19 New Year's resolution was to make it to 2020. We lit out here.
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5 yrs ago
Man, Discord out here playing GAMES.
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6 yrs ago
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 → 27 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I N T E R L U D E
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F O R E S T
September 27th, 2021 | 2:30 PM | Happy Harbor, Rhode Island

Daphne was doodling in her plant diary, enjoying the tranquility of nature around her. She drew little hearts and initials all over her notes, not fully aware of what she was actually doing. There was a dreamy look on her face, eyes sparkling with something special, something new and exciting.

A gentle murmur coming from a patch of daisies interrupted her musings. She paused the song that was playing through her phone and listened more carefully. They sounded distressed and Daphne could occasionally catch a word, but so far it wasn’t making much sense. She furrowed her brows. What was going on?

Daphne touched the grass next to her picnic blanket and closed her eyes.
Breathe….
Her mind connected to the deep interconnected system of roots underneath the trees. They described what they were seeing several yards away.
A predator….

She gasped and drew back her hand from the grass. The brunette teen immediately started to survey the surroundings.

Amidst her absent-mindedness while enjoying her picnic, it was clear that she hadn’t noticed how quiet the woods had gotten. Normally this forest made itself to be obviously filled with animal life as well; but right now the cicadas didn’t buzz, and the birds didn’t chirp. It was as if all the woodland creatures were holding their breath, hiding, waiting.

Instead, it was just a soft breeze rustling through the leaves of bushes and trees. During the moment she took to look around, it would initially appear that she was alone. Then, a single rustle of leaves in a treetop a little deeper in the woods revealed the contrary. The figure looked somewhat familiar from this distance, almost human but where its head would be, appeared to be nothing but a round bushlike shape.

It was climbing across a rather high branch and, in a movement too fluid to be just human, swung its body to leap to another branch— disappearing from sight.

Daphne narrowed her eyes. She kept her gaze trained on the treeline. An ominous feeling spread through her. It made her skin prickle and her stomach turn uncomfortably. She looked down at the plates, cups and other small containers with various food items, debating if she would leave them behind and make a run for it back to the HQ.

She got up from the grass and began to take a few slow steps backwards. Like she was in a stare down with something unseen. With each step the feeling of being unsafe intensified, to a point where she wanted to bolt back to Mount Justice.

Don’t be afraid….

Stay, don’t run…

We’ll keep you safe…

The voices of plants she couldn’t see started speaking to her. From underneath the grass glaucous patches of white, mauve and red flowers started to grow at an unnatural pace. They spread out in a broad circle around her. Most remained closed, but some bloomed revealing dark markings at the base.
Opium Poppies.

While she was still deliberating, she’d find that it might have been too late. Despite having just seen it across the forest a few moments ago, only a slight sound indicated how close it had gotten so quickly. As silent as the night during the bright of the day, he had made it to a tree branch extending nearly just above her picnic setup.

Now, much closer though, she was able to see who it was more clearly. The umber mane of curls was a dead giveaway, even if they were hiding his face. With all the contention that surrounded his disappearance weeks ago, it may have initially been great to see him alive. However, further inspection would reveal that the scarlet light of his eyes pierced from within the shadows. His suit was worn and dirty, clearly weathered compared to how he normally maintained it.

The Red Beast, as Ja called it, perched calmly in the tree above; Watching. He could sense her fear, even from this distance. His nose twitched as he could sense a hint of what was below. Eyes roved over them. Sleeping flowers, freshly grown. Did she grow them?

Daphne barely recognized him, with his face obscured and his suit that looked like he’d been trudging through the wilderness for weeks. The image of Ja at the docks flashed in front of her before she pushed it to the back of her mind. She breathed slowly and tried to control her initial fear of him.

With every step she took towards him a flower opened, releasing their pollen into the air. She covered her mouth and nose with the cardigan that was wrapped around her shoulders.

What happened to him and where had he been all this time….?

As she slowly approached, a few moments passed before he lumbered down from the tree, crouching on all fours at the base. Despite the best efforts of the flower guardians, their pollen seemed to have no effect on him. If she noticed closely, darker lines appeared on his seemingly barely functional suit and seemed to shift to a pattern reminiscent to that of a caterpillar. Although her caution was clear, he allowed her to approach without making any sudden moves.

Daphne managed to safely maneuver through the poppy’s which were meant to protect her. She searched for any sign of Ja within the red glow of the force that seemed to possess him. The Green continued to whisper warnings to her but she ignored it. There was a slight grimace on her face at the effort it took to shut out their voices.

When her mind quieted down she searched for the right words to say. What if she couldn’t get through to him?

"Ja….? Is that you?

What she could see of his face was dry, and a little dirty. Near his eyes though was puffy, oddly in the way it would if someone were crying and rubbing their eyes. As she was first walking over, it was clear he was watching her, but his eyes were more clearly over at her picnic basket.

When the girl of the green said his name though, he perked up, turning his head to look up at her instead. His breathing was calm, but was clearly unsure of what to do while in her presence. Several sounds came from his lips, as if trying to speak, but it was mostly incomprehensible at first. After a few false starts, he decided to attempt to repeat what she said.

”J…aaaa…?” A familiar but growly rendition of her friend’s voice came from him.

Daphne’s heart jumped hopefully when she recognized a sliver of Ja and she clutched onto it fervently. Her hesitant smile grew more sure, brown eyes filled with warmth.

”Ja….that’s your name, that’s you…”

She signed for him to stay put and rushed back to her picnic set up. The poppy flowers were already starting to wilt just as rapidly as they’d sprouted. Daphne plucked a big blueberry muffin from the basket. This time she walked up right in front of him, only an arm’s length of distance left between them. She presented the sweet like a peace offering.

He initially leaned back when she ran off back to the picnic basket. The name jumbled around in his head. Ja…Him remember Flower say that. Him remember water and dark. Him remember Flower scared…Him was supposed to protect..- The poppies were dying away slowly. Why?

A new smell emerged that stole his focus. Fruit…food…His eyes followed her return with it. When she offered it to him, he stared at her for a moment. She was not mad or scared of him anymore…? She didn’t have to wait long for him to take it into both hands. Now this close, the smell was overwhelming to a stomach that hadn’t had people food in a while. So, he bit into it, wrapping liner and all until it was gone.

Daphne never got tired of Ja making food disappear in seconds. It was endearing and impressive at the same time. She smushed his cheeks with her hands, seeming to urge him to give up the muffin wrapper. Ja’s skin felt dry and rough. There were bumps and scratches under her fingertips when she caressed his cheeks.

”Why did you eat the wrapper silly, you’ll get a stomach ache later.” She said laughing. Although knowing Ja he could stomach nearly anything. He was one of the few people at the base who ate her failed dinners, breakfasts…..and well lunches too.

His eyes quickly switched wider, mildly startled when her hands first contacted his face. Though the longer the interaction seemed to go on, he got more comfortable with it. Despite the coaxing and questioning about the wrapping paper, she got tiger-like chuffs from him instead. She was not scared anymore, Flower was happy to see him. It made the hurt and anxiousness in his chest feel a little better.

In fact, the Prince of the Wild felt better enough, that he now became more curious about what she had left in the basket. His eyes shifted past her to it. His lips twitched a little as if he wanted to say something, but the concept of words seemed strange to his mouth. For a moment he blinked, trying to think of something. She said ‘Ja’ before, and when he said it back, Flower got him something from the basket. Maybe it would work again.? So, looking back at her, he pointed to the picnic setup.

”J-aaa?”

Daphne laughed, recognizing more of Ja’s behavior the longer she interacted with him.

”Yes Ja you can eat all of it.”.

They went back to the basket and Daphne flipped it open. There were small containers of pre-cut fruit, sandwiches, sweets and several kinds of leftovers from dinner. She’d packed way too much food, as per usual. Despite having been out here for a while all she ate was a handful of strawberries. Instead of eating she’d been listening to music and doodling in her diary.

The breeze had flicked the pages on the left side of her diary back and forth, but the pen forced the current right hand page to stay down. Daphne resumed her earlier position, face propped up with her one hand, using the other hand to draw flowers around the hearts which were already there.

’Yes Ja.’ Was all he needed to hear, and he followed her over to the basket with some excitement.

His nose twitched as he sniffed out each of the different things inside as she was pulling them out. With it all dumped out, he immediately went to work on the fruits and sweets. They were the quickest to eat, just in case he had to run.

”Kassy is going to be so happy to see you. When you’re done eating we should go back and surprise her.”

Amidst the food items being devoured and Flower’s drawing— Kassy. Her name roused him enough to pause eating altogether. He perked up and looked around. His nose and ears couldn’t find her. His headbush picked up no different movements.

”Kassy…?” His rumbling voice was softer when he repeated it. Upon not seeing her anywhere, his amber eyes turned back to Flower, his eyebrows sloped upward. There was longing in them.

Daphne stopped doodling when she heard Ja’s voice shift in tone. She closed her journal and sat up straight, facing Ja and his crumb covered cheeks. The way he searched for Kassy’s presence tugged at her heartstrings. Why were they still even out here? She should have been dragging him back to Kassy first thing.

Although bringing him home starved would for sure mean a pitstop in the kitchen and the pantry. So there would be time lost regardless. Daphne kneeled in front of Ja and wiped the crumbs from his cheeks gently.

”Do you want to go see Kassy?”

Understanding her question more by circumstance than by word, he slowly nodded his head. His eyes briefly surveyed the food, or perhaps what was left. A good amount of the things that weren’t in tupperware were consumed. Still he also knew well the law of the wild to never waste food. So those ones held in the little plastic things he hadn’t destroyed yet, as well as some of the half eaten food, the primal prince placed back into the basket to bring with them.

Daphne’s pace was leisurely but secretly she wanted to run back and find Kassy. Somewhere deep down she still had this nagging feeling of guilt, despite having it discussed at length with the Team during the debrief and even after. She felt she should have done more, should have been stronger. Maybe then this wouldn’t have happened to Ja and Kassy. Or maybe it still would have. Whatever the facts may be, her guilt didn’t care.

The wild child followed, carefully keeping pace with her. There was some excitement in his expression and body language. Being with Flower was good, and helped him feel better about his return. Getting back to Kassy would…— He froze, near the entrance to the mountain’s interior.

While staring up at the incline of rock and dirt, he remembered what happened when he escaped; What he had seen. Even though she did not come around here a lot, going by his memory, the hurt inside made him hesitate to move forward.

Daphne glanced back over her shoulder noticing Ja’s hesitation. She gently squeezed his arm, linking them together by the elbows.

”It’s okay, it’s safe here. Everyone missed you a lot, so don’t be scared. We’ll go back together.”

For a moment longer, he didn’t budge. Half of him wanted to retreat back to the safety of the forest…but looking back down at Flower, he understood that his pack lived in there. It should be safe in there if they were there…right?

They is inside. Home is inside.
In Young Justice → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
E P I S O D E : R E F L E C T I O N S
DEBRIEF
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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 → 4 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 → 5 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 → 5 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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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 → 7 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. 》 → 8 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 → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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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. 》 → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In 《 Super H.E.R.O. 》 → 9 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. 💪🏾


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