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@DedonusThink you posted the CS in the wrong tab boss. LOL

In the character/player roster in the opening Character Tab post, instead of 'Invisible Woman' you put 'Invincible Woman'.

~KL~


Yeah please don't give Gowi any ideas Ded...


Stephanie Rogers’ outburst must have made the rounds quickly, because as she was heading towards where Hill was, the lower ranked agents were trying to avoid her. It wasn’t just a careful step out of the way either, agents were actively ducking away. Stephanie just quietly kept the feeling of embarrassment and worry to herself. Keeping her gym towel wrapped around the back of her neck Stephanie changed into more modest gym wear. She didn’t really feel like she had time to change into more proper SHIELD attire. Still after the day she’s already had, Ms. Hill will hopefully give her some leeway.

As Stephanie got closer to the meeting point on the helicarrier she could hear footsteps near her, as well as spot a distinct red out of the corner of her eye. Glancing back she saw Natasha Romanov, aka Black Widow. She had known about the SHIELD agent for some time, very cold, calculated to an almost creepy extent. Still Stephanie valued having someone like her watching her own back. Even if it took some time to get over the whole Russian part. Her brain still has some adjusting to do with that.

“Probably the mutant rally explosion stuff from earlier today.” Stephanie suggested as she wiped a small bit of sweat from her forehead with her towel. “Which of course resulted in me having a Hell of a day...” after saying that Stephanie glanced over. Smelling the sweat and plaster on Natasha, and seeing her looking pretty bad off. “I guess we can both say that though.” Stephanie noted. She would’ve asked what Natasha was up too. But she’s wise enough now to realize the Black Widow would never tell someone something like that. Even if they’re an ally. Though the fact she was carrying a garrote did make Stephanie a little concerned.

Dwelling on her own thoughts Stephanie finally turned to face Natasha, leaning her back against a wall. “Natasha... I guess you’re probably not really the right one to ask but...” Stephanie thought back to the metal armed guy she couldn’t punch. “Have you ever not been able to attack someone? You know you need to... but you just can’t do it?” Stephanie shook her head, she needed to back up a little. “I... today I was able to catch up with the guy who caused the explosion, and tried to kill the reporter later. Guy in all black, had a metal arm with a red star on it. I had him in my grasp but I couldn’t hit him. Like... it felt like punching a family member or something. I mean what do you think?” Stephanie was struggling to make sense of her own head, especially in a way someone could understand.






“Alright you should be good to go Ms. Rogers.” The nurse at SHIELD HQ let Stephanie go after bandages and stitches on the scraps and cuts she had. Giving the nurse a faint nod of appreciation, one that felt uncharacteristic of the super soldier to anyone who were familiar with her. Stephanie exited the medical bay, quietly but with a clearly determined aire to her, making her way to the training grounds. There still not saying a word, swapping out her Captain America gear for gym clothes, and a pair of MMA style padded fingerless gloves. Stephanie started working out. First going a 30 minute run on a treadmill, finally sparring against a heavy bag.

Her unnatural stoic nature was hiding that Stephanie was mad, furious even. She’s never been one to let someone or something down when it came to her work. It was a point of pride, but also severely needed. She was a woman who was hellbent and with a probable death wish to succeed against a military’s sexism. It was what made everything she did mean something in the end. So why the hell did she let the bastard go!? As she struck the heavy bag with punches, elbows, and kicks. The scene replayed in her head a million times over, standing on the SUV, in front of the man who had killed numerous mutants and nearly a news reporter. Her fist clinched, and ready to start putting him away for justice. It was that pause, that hesitation. Something made it impossible to fight this man.

The more Stephanie dwelled on it, on top of making her strikes against the heavy bag harder and harder, the more she felt confused. There was something to the guy that had a strangely familiar feeling to it, not in the way seeing Red Skull would be familiar though. The feeling that struck her almost felt akin to hitting a loved family member. How the hell she got that from a cold blooded murderer was almost more worrying.

“Uh... Ms. Rogers?”

The strikes against the heavy bag were hitting harder and harder, the beads of sweat sickeningly rubbing against her wounds, and the slight pings of pain made the punches even harder.

“Ms. Rogers?”

Finally Stephanie in one moment felt the small in comparison SHIELD agent’s presence, and in an almost blinded fury threw one more strike that cleanly smashed through the bag. Sand trickling down the gaping holes in the heavy bag as Stephanie glared over at the agent. Panting and looking more psychotic than soldier.

“WHAT?!” Stephanie bellowed out of a deep, frightening place in her stomach.

"Uh..." The SHIELD agent looked as though he was barely holding the urine in himself. "You...you're needed in the main bay, Agent Hill wanted to speak with you." Before Stephanie could respond the agent had already turned and left. Leaving Stephanie alone, her fist clinched through the heavy bag as sand trickled out. Exhaling a frustrated breath, Stephanie finally pulled her fist out of the bag's now gaping hole. Wiping the last bits of sand off her glove as she went to shower and get dressed. This whole situation was going to test her something fierce. She could just feel it.
It was for Tony Stark but by the sound of things Tony is going elsewhere so go ahead and hop in.


“Alright you should be good to go Ms. Rogers.” The nurse at SHIELD HQ let Stephanie go after bandages and stitches on the scraps and cuts she had. Giving the nurse a faint nod of appreciation, one that felt uncharacteristic of the super soldier to anyone who were familiar with her. Stephanie exited the medical bay, quietly but with a clearly determined aire to her, making her way to the training grounds. There still not saying a word, swapping out her Captain America gear for gym clothes, and a pair of MMA style padded fingerless gloves. Stephanie started working out. First going a 30 minute run on a treadmill, finally sparring against a heavy bag.

Her unnatural stoic nature was hiding that Stephanie was mad, furious even. She’s never been one to let someone or something down when it came to her work. It was a point of pride, but also severely needed. She was a woman who was hellbent and with a probable death wish to succeed against a military’s sexism. It was what made everything she did mean something in the end. So why the hell did she let the bastard go!? As she struck the heavy bag with punches, elbows, and kicks. The scene replayed in her head a million times over, standing on the SUV, in front of the man who had killed numerous mutants and nearly a news reporter. Her fist clinched, and ready to start putting him away for justice. It was that pause, that hesitation. Something made it impossible to fight this man.

The more Stephanie dwelled on it, on top of making her strikes against the heavy bag harder and harder, the more she felt confused. There was something to the guy that had a strangely familiar feeling to it, not in the way seeing Red Skull would be familiar though. The feeling that struck her almost felt akin to hitting a loved family member. How the hell she got that from a cold blooded murderer was almost more worrying.

“Uh... Ms. Rogers?”

The strikes against the heavy bag were hitting harder and harder, the beads of sweat sickeningly rubbing against her wounds, and the slight pings of pain made the punches even harder.

“Ms. Rogers?”

Finally Stephanie in one moment felt the small in comparison SHIELD agent’s presence, and in an almost blinded fury threw one more strike that cleanly smashed through the bag. Sand trickling down the gaping holes in the heavy bag as Stephanie glared over at the agent. Panting and looking more psychotic than soldier.

“WHAT?!” Stephanie bellowed out of a deep, frightening place in her stomach.

"Uh..." The SHIELD agent looked as though he was barely holding the urine in himself. "You...you're needed in the main bay, Agent Hill wanted to speak with you." Before Stephanie could respond the agent had already turned and left. Leaving Stephanie alone, her fist clinched through the heavy bag as sand trickled out. Exhaling a frustrated breath, Stephanie finally pulled her fist out of the bag's now gaping hole. Wiping the last bits of sand off her glove as she went to shower and get dressed. This whole situation was going to test her something fierce. She could just feel it.
@Dedonus



If you get approved I know you'll certainly want to align Widow with Captain America because she's awesome and all, plus Spud when she's back in action with Winter Soldier may want some backstory with him and Widow.
Even in his massive form Bulk Lad could only look awkwardly confused at the command being put on him. Horus had given the order, grab the worst weapon he could think of. Why did he have to get a weapon? Bulk Lad was under the impression, and it was a good one, that HE himself was the weapon. Not a lot his ever found could hurt him like this. Why did he need something on top of that? Him fattened up and carrying a weapon just makes him attacking go from vicious to borderline illegal.

Somehow, even to Bulk Lad’s surprise, he reached the weapons first. Maybe the others were just as confused where Horus was going with this? Still looking at the long row of items Bulk Lad shrugged at them. He’s never used anything like any of these things in his life. Finally grabbing something Bulk Lad ran back to where he was standing. In his hand was a very tiny in comparison police baton. It barely fit in his large grasp. “I uh... I got a stick...” Bulk Lad could only meekly say aloud.
I'd take a crack at Johnny but I was under the impression this one was dead? Last time I checked the discord channel it had been dead for quite awhile....

Who's left in this? IDK if I could still do Fredzilla but there's a couple characters I've been reading up on lately I wouldn't mind taking a crack at. Did Sep ever come back or is he completely out now?

~KL~


We were just talking about all this on the discord chat. Basically not a lot of us know what to do with it to make it more active since a lot of people who were active for these kind of RPs have seemingly vanished over time. If you want to play Johnny I'm all for it assuming he sticks around this time. You want to go onto Discord or titanpad or whatever to talk turkey about it?
With myself bringing in Mr. Fantastic and She-Hulk, and @Gowi bringing in Invisible Woman. Would anyone like to step up and bring into the team the most awesomest of awesome superheroes the Marvel universe has ever bared witness too!?


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