Eru Iluvatar

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

R.I.P. :(

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While I'm not primed for OOC endeavours, I intend to continue with Namor, it's just been a busy few months - I've been busy with college, mock exams, I've been in a musical, etc.

I really want to try to continue this, my procrastination is a constant problem but I will do my best to keep you all posted.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

@Eru Iluvatar Mind if I have Doom just, derp away. Leave a card and some Doombots? Also will have forces mobilize to ultrarape any cache of Latverian Weaponry on Sokovian soil, but then you can mention that in future posts.

@Sep

No problem, do whatever you want.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

@Eru Iluvatar

a) Yes you could resist.
b) Can Purple Man not only control Organics? I recall an episode of Earths Mightiest Heroes where he uses Iron Man to effectively take over the world.

@Sep

Pulled from MD - his abilities are ineffective against robots and other non-organic beings. I was just kidding around.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Sussuration ran rampant as it had done for the past hour. Zebediah had lain still, pretending to be as dead as he thought he should have been, for that time - listening with intent to the President's angry cries and rants at the men around him. A cellphone stayed perpetually at his ear, except for the moments when he dialled a new number or accepted an incoming call. It appeared to Killgrave from his subdued position on the cold ground that everything had gone to hell for the Government, and he hoped it had for the Shadow Conquerors also. Three men stood around him: one with a gun to the back of his head, another whose footsteps he heard pattering around him and a final man who was muttering to the second and scribbling with a pencil.
A sudden shout, much closer than before, announced the arrival of what could only be the President of Sokovia.

"Up with him. Up!" The voice, barked. Blaring lamplight blinded Killgrave as he was thrust into an upright position by the gun handler. The movement revealed two things to him - that his hands were bound behind his back, and, as his joints jolted awake, neither his left leg or right arm were numb or paralysed. He could feel the hard grip of a hand on his elbow, though no pain born of the bullet arose. The same occurred with his leg as he was part-dragged, part-led to face the President. As his eyes adjusted, Zebediah was able to glance towards the twin puddles of blood signifying the Conqueror's betrayal. To his astonishment, the puddles were small and shallow, and at the centre of each was a gleaning black bullet.

"What -" He started, but his gruff voice turned to a cry of pain. The President had embedded a sharp knife as long as a piranha's tooth into his stomach. The pain gripped him, all-consuming, his breath stolen from his lungs. Then, it lessened. And continued to do so. Killgrave's brows rose in absolute bemusement. The President shared his expression, and it was then that Zebediah first saw the man's face in person. He had seen him before on posters and on dusty TV screens, but looking at it now it seemed... different. Like there's a different man looking out of his eyes. The President's bald head blended into his bearded face into his three-piece suit as a great exhaustion filled Killgrave's head. He had no chance to examine the President further, however, as the pain from the knife had almost dispersed and the object itself was quickly, horrifically, retreating from it's home in his stomach. Shit, what the hell has happened to me?!

"Remarkable." The President gasped, as he easily retrieved the blood-covered knife. A handkerchief was on it immediately, cleaning the dark red substance from the blade. "He will serve perfectly in the battle to come." The foreigner gestured at the man holding Zebediah, and the grip was swiftly released from his arms. The binding of his hands still forbade any resistance, but it was pleasant to have a degree of independence returned to him.
An exquisitely dressed officially soon approached the President and the three men who stood behind Zebediah. He bowed gracefully, though an urgent fear was plastered onto his face.

"Mister President, apologies. Captain Systevich has engaged the Latverians and we have sent men to each of the known resistance bases, three squads to each, sir." Latverians? The President nodded and cleared his throat loudly, but he did not say anything for a couple of minutes. The official was clearly waiting for a reply, and uninvited beads of sweat were quickly appearing on his forehead.

"Fine. Send another from Enhancement if Systevich doesn't come through - preferably Parks. Also, reinforce every group that encounters a substantial amount of Conquerors. I'm going to the Recluse base, and there's a boat there if you need it, Senator. I can sacrifice my seat now that our abandoned operative here has proven an efficient human shield." The President drawled. He cleared his throat again as the senator bowed and stepped away. The foreigner then signalled to a waiting group of armed men by the weapon collection. Four of them stepped forward, two positioning themselves behind Killgrave as they grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet while the other two took point ahead of the President. Men in grey overalls and weathered bodies were running past them with crates of the stolen Latverian weapons, though they made sure to move a significant distance away from where Zebediah stood looking at them. The five Government men with their prisoner then began to move towards the agape hangar doors leading into the cold night air. One of the runners with the crates, however, matched Zebediah's stare as they moved away. Killgrave recognised signs of curiosity in the returned gaze, but mostly... fear.

One of the armed men was whispering intently to the President as they emerged into the night. It was colder than it had been when Killgrave had entered. The man kept glancing back at Zebediah, and the President - though angered at first, was nodding to the gunman's words. Zebediah was able to hear their conversation as they slowed to a halt outside the hangar.

"It's giving me the creeps. Looks so... unnatural." The gunman said. He held up an open bottle of water as he approached Killgrave, and there was also the President's bloodied handkerchief in his other hand. "Let's get this shit off you, purple man." He muttered, and one of the two men holding Killgrave chuckled. Purple? What does that mean? A welcome attack of water drowned his battered face.

"What do you mean, purple?" Killgrave spoke. His only answer was a butt in the back of his knee by one of his guards, sending him to the ground. The guards hoisted him up.

"Shh. Quiet." The man cleaning his face snapped. The handkerchief was rough on his face, as it spread the water around his mouth and onto his nose. It drew back, sending dribbles left on the cloth onto his guard disguise. The water obscured Killgrave's vision, but he could hear the sharp intake of breath from the gunman. The handkerchief returned to assault his face along with another splash from the bottle. Wait. That purple gas...?

"Uhm, sir?" The gunman called in a soft, scared voice.

"What? What is it?" The President turned, the phone again at his ear.

"It's not... And..."

The President stepped closer to Killgrave, shock spreading over his face also.

"Dear God, his eyes!"

It was the growing irritation at the Government men's tones and the water dripping through his hair and washing cold down his shirt and obscuring his eyesight and the growing tension around him that caused Killgrave to snap his head up in a mad sense of anger.

"Get away from me!"

They ran.

Maximum Comics: Dawn of Justice | REBRANDING - PLEASE STAY TUNED

Working on a Namor post now - sorry for the inactivity.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Me and Yorker are still working - he started a contribution a few days ago but it cuts off in the middle so I don't know where he is at.

I'm thinking we should have a post in which Wes, Catarina, Marco and Luke are just brutally murdered.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Do not even think of making Bill a brony.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

As the man turned to beast Doom was actually surprised.

He wasn't fond of being surprised. A group of Doomdogs came running down the ramp, as well as some less human looking Doombots (The general infantry didn't need to mimic him after all). The dogs moved between the delegates of the shadow conquerors and the rapidly changing Aleksei Systevich, he did his research. This wasn't exactly the turn of events he was going for, and he didn't like what was going on.

He didn't know what was going on. He didn't like that either. The Doombots fanned out and surrounded the group, though right now it looked like the side to side with was in fact the Shadow Conquerors. Despite the fact that he had already surmised that they were the ones to perform the attack, it was too poorly co-ordinated to be a military strike. Though while he didn't like surprises, he was fond of being impressed.

Doom's thoughts were cut short, however, by the barrelling figure of the Rhino - whom had discarded his adornments to reveal a full sharp gray body suit. If it didn't produce a striking resemblance to the creature, Wanda would have thought he looked ridiculous. Instead, she somewhat admired him in a way as she observed the huge man battering aside one of the attacking mechanical dogs while ripping the head off another. The four Doom humanoids stood back from the conflict, each watching with an enigmatic - yet she suspected concerned - expression. Other metal men had emerged from the aircraft with the dog reinforcements, and the robots whom where not battling the Rhino were clumped in a defensive manner.

Now why on Earth have the Government opted for this display? It was certainly a foolish action at first glance, and Doom had already set a precedent in the few moments she had known him by taking measures to confuse onlookers to the real him - if he was even actually here. And if the Government wanted war with Latveria, she didn't know why, and while they had sufficient forces to combat them for a time they would be leaving their flank open for Wanda to attack with her Conquerors. Not that she was complaining, if the Government wanted to doom themselves then she would finally enact the revenge she lusted for. The fools.

Wanda came to a decision. Unfortunately, she could not channel her magical onslaught through Arissa's body, but that was why she had commanded Baron to accompany her to the intervention. The towering man was pitiful at diplomacy, and communication in general, but he packed a heavy punch. She grabbed his wrist just as one of the Shadows she had brought as additional security jogged up to her.

"Sir, Delegate, we really should retreat from the scene."

Wanda shot him a glare through Arissa's eyes with her aura, and snarled.

"I have greater plans at work, fool! Away with you!"

The Shadow narrowed his eyes at the unprecedented insult from what he assumed to be Arissa, but backed off to the small group nevertheless. Wanda rolled her eyes with disdain and turned to Baron, who was watching her silently.

"I need you to get involved. Battle the Rhino, but let the Dooms finish him off. If ever we are to light the spark to an alliance, it is now." Baron nodded in response and clenched his fists. The Dooms were sending more metal facsimiles to battle the hulking Government man, and Baron soon joined them.

Doom hit something on his wrist as the broadcast was sent. "Let it be known that I tried to reach a peaceful resolution between the three parties. The Sokovian government chose the destructive path. So be it, on their own heads." The Doombots advanced on the Rhino while the four possible Dooms stood still. There was a hum and a roar as the Jet shot back up into the air. Doom let loose a smile behind his mask as people watched it go.

This wasn't within his plans, this fight wasn't something he was going for. Not yet. One of the four possible Dooms stepped forward running towards Rhino as the other Doombots stood in a defensive circle in order to prevent any member of the Sokovian army from interfering. Rhino turned and ran at him, as two Doomdogs then jumped up onto his back their claws trying to dig into the armour.

Rhino's path disrupted, the possible Doom sidestepped to let the Rhino go careering past him, then raising his hand up to the centre of Rhino's back between the Doomdogs he let loose an energy bolt.

The barrage of energy impaling into the back of Systevich sent him sprawling towards Baron, who had been moving around and past most of the Dooms to close the Rhino into a horseshoe. The two large figures careened away to the left of Doom's aircraft, and Wanda could see blood already flowing freely from Baron's nose.

He won't last long at all. It had come down to a decision for Wanda. The chaos caused by Doom's untimely interjection opened an enticing opportunity that the Government had never offered before. Systevich's sudden hostility was a sign of desperation - perhaps the Government had come to the end of their patience? Maybe the Conqueror's incessant attacks had become too much? Or... No. They could be taking out our outposts right now. Moving towards the base of operations. It dawned on Wanda with a sudden epiphany that this was the final battle. Doom's appearance meant the end of the decades of guerrilla warfare, and with the Government's larger forces and however much weaponry they had stolen from Latveria, the syndicate's survival was at stake. The President could focus his attention on destroying the Conquerors while they placed themselves on equal ground with Doom's state. Two possible routes formulated in her head, the first - she could send out her forces to meet the Government and try and cut off the head of the beast, by targeting the President. The second - she could stay and attempt to form an alliance with Doom. The latter would make her force able to overwhelm the Governments, but she would be abandoning the Conquerors to disconcerting odds. Then again, if she retreated from Arissa's body to return to her own several miles away, Doom could still treat her and her syndicate as a threat.

She sighed sharply and narrowed her eyes at the close-knit group of metal men that were inexorably destroying the Rhino. Baron had manouvred himself and the Government brute back towards Doom - though it appeared that Wanda's own thug was on his last legs. Moreover, the fire-arm wielding throngs of Sokovia's army were subtely readying their weapons at Doom and Baron. Simultaneously Wanda's small bodyguard unit were frantically calling into their comms for reinforcements and eyeing the many barrels of the army's guns, lest they turned towards them. The worst part was, Wanda could not conduit her abilities through Arissa's body, meaning to have any physical impact upon the airport standoff she would have to return in her body. The mere time lost from that movement could result in the corpses of too many of her own pawns, but if she did nothing then she could end up causing the death of Arissa's body also.

Wanda rolled her eyes with irritation and made a decision. Arissa's mind returned quickly to her waiting body - but the unnatural action of the transferral had caused the body to spasm, and the sudden movement unfortunately sent a smattering of bullets careening towards her. The airport strip descended into chaos as a hailstorm of gunfire erupted between the army and the growing force of Shadows, while the battle between Rhino, Baron and Doom's men still raged.

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I urge you all to give me a welcome back, even though I didn't go anywhere and I've just been lazy. Also give me an update on what happened in the last twelve pages of the OOC, except don't, because I don't care.