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    1. Exodus 10 yrs ago

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9 yrs ago
Current We are all but travelers on a road of infinite points.
9 yrs ago
Coming out of RPtirement for a thing.
9 yrs ago
So I'm going to be done RPing for some time. Thanks to all who I've written with. Stay awesome, guys.
9 yrs ago
Hi Bored. Hi Bored Too. Nice to meet you both.
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9 yrs ago
Congratulations to all the folks who can FINALLY marry! Go make your happily ever afters!
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Hey, hi. Yo. What's up? Wait, no, don't answer that; I don't actually care. But hey, chin up there, buddy. Don't take it personally. I'm just an ass. To everybody. Nope, it's not just you. You actually make my day. You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwi- Hey, there's that award-winning smile we all love. Now, why don't we sit down and you can tell me all about how you've been over a nice cup of coffee? Sounds good, right? Cool. Comfy? The seat cushions are made from silk and orphan tears. Now, how was your day? Oh, wait, that's right... I don't care.

So I'm Exodus. Call me Ex. Or Exodus. Or whatever, just don't call me late for dinner. Hah. Hahah. Hahahahah. I'm not funny.

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I read that as "Bat-princes" and I was going to lol.

Also that's pretty cool, KL. I didn't know Iceman could do that.
Orbit parked her cycle in the garage and stowed her helmet. She shed her gear on the way to her room, and ruffled her helmet hair back into it's usual wildness. After throwing on a pair of jean shorts and a top with a cartoon cat on it, she headed toward the scent of pizza and celebration.

"Please tell me someone got pineapple." Even though Jin would eat anything, she had a fondness for the sweet and tangy beauty of a well-done Hawaiian pizza. Her stomach was already roaring, begging for food in a way that made her ears ring. It made her realize that she hadn't trained hard enough in the interim. Sure, she'd been throwing a lot of power around, but for it to drain her this hard and make her this hungry? It wasn't a good sign. She really needed to step it up, especially with so many new people.

Opening a box and snagging the first, largest slice she saw, she started to eat with a sigh of contentment and a lot of lip smacking.

Beck tossed the damp mask into a hamper in his closet as he walked out of his room, the door closing behind him. Sure, the whole ice monster deal looked cool, but it soaked his costume... That said, it would inevitably end up freezing back over quickly... He'd thrown on some jeans and a black t-shirt, his standard casual clothes.

As it would happen, punching giant rock monsters makes one pretty hungry. His stomach growled as he approached the kitchen. He stopped, and took in the scent; someone ordered pizza. He strolled into the room, glancing at the boxes. He casually lifted one open to check the toppings, and seemed pleased. He grabbed a plate from the cabinet before grabbing a slice himself. He couldn't help but feel that it was a little too unhealthy, though, prompting him to grab one of his stalks of celery from his bag in the fridge.

Jin let her gaze sweep the room in a lazy way. Fenrir hadn't returned, which was okay with her. She didn't know what he planned to do to her, and she wanted to be fully prepared. Or at least full. Gabe hadn't shown up yet. That was disappointing. She had missed him, and realhad missed him, and really wanted to catch up.

Watching some of the new members mingling with the old ones, she figured she might need to at least attempt to be social. Her gaze stopped on a taller, lean guy, who had a pizza in one hand and a taller, lean guy, who had a pizza in one hand and a stalk of celery in the other. Her mouth opened, and she meant to say hi.

"You know that's useless, right?" was what fell out of her mouth instead. Wincing internally, she figured she had to at least finish what she'd started. Gesturing to the celery, she continued. "That crap's got nothing to offer. No carbs, no protein, no taste... You might as well eat cardboard."

--Collabs between Ex and Mistress Dizzy--
Hey, congrats!
Just noting that I left knocking him over open-ended on purpose, so whoever goes next can decide.
Frostbite looked over at his teammates in the aircraft. He'd read up on the recruits newer than himself, but he hadn't seen them in action yet... That was hopefully all about to change. He'd been twirling one of his hoodie's drawstrings around his finger idly as he listened to Ditto's orders, clutching his mask in the other hand. He was paying attention, of course, but his full attention was grabbed when the leader addressed him directly.

"I need you to play both sides. Once Cinderblock is knocked off the bridge I need you to give the ground team support. Sheets of ice to run on, ice barriers, whatever the situation calls for."

He nodded. "Yessir," he replied, his tone rather nonchalant. This was going to be a little more fun than he thought. He slipped the mask on, pulled the hood up, and crossed his arms as he waited to arrive...
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The scene before him was unfolding quickly. The others started attacking Cinderblock as Frostbite started to coat his body in ice. He was going to need power if he was going to push the big guy around. At first, it only appeared as a thin layer over his normal shape. As the process continued, he continued to bulk up until he resembled more of a monster himself (think almost like Fantastic Four's Thing). By the time he'd finished building up, Shadowdancer had blinded the villain, and Fenrir had disabled an arm. Frostbite ran at the stone giant, fists at the ready. He started a brief assault of punches against the villain, which were shrugged off or blocked with its remaining arm. Cinderblock made a powerful sweep with his arm, knocking Frostbite back. The force of the blow slammed him into a truck several feet away from the fight.

He shook his head as he pulled himself out of the indent left in the truck, hopping back onto the ground. He briefly considered creating an ice slick behind the stone giant, but he dismissed the thought, as the villain was more than likely too heavy and would just crack it rather than slide. As he looked around, he saw that the monster was being held in place by golden chains.

“I’ll hold him as long as I can. He's off balance, hit him hard!”

Frostbite saw the opportunity immediately and charged at the giant, delivering a single powerful punch to the monster's thigh, caving it in.
I haven't been on the Titanpad a whole lot as of late, but I'm still watching the thread, so... I'm just kinda waiting for things to be moved along. I am still here!
Beck was leaning against the wall in the entrance to the War Room. He checked his watch. Where the hell was Cal? Beck looked over to Killian.
"Maybe we should go look for h-" He didn't notice Cal coming down the hall, but he was cut off by the sounding alarm.
"Oh, shit!" He was prepared to just train in his casual clothes, so he didn't bother getting his costume earlier. He started started running down the hall, passing Cal.
"I'll meet you guys up there!"

He pressed his hand on the scanner, not even waiting for the door to open fully before he dashed through. The room was was rectangle-shaped, had a white ceiling, light-grey walls, and light-colored wooden flooring. His white bed was low to the floor, and in the back corner of the room. Across from it in the other corner, a white nylon hammock was stretched out wall-to-wall. Closer, there was a wall-mounted flatscreen, and a grey couch across from it, a dark shag rug in-between. A simple desk and chair set to the immediate left of the television. The room was mostly lit from a large window on the far wall, which gave a pleasant lakeside view. Obviously a hologram and artificial sunlight, but pleasant nonetheless.

He turned into the closet through the door in the front left corner of the room. Inside, three or four pairs of white suits and black hoodies (and vice-versa) were hung on the racks. He grabbed a pair and hastily changed into a white suit, grabbing his mask off the shelf. The bedroom door slid shut behind him as he left, and he made his way out of the personal quarters hallway and into the Monitor Room. He arrived just in time to see the footage of Cinderblock rampaging. Flipping the hoodie over his shoulder, mask in hand, he listened to Canary's advice.
"This day keeps getting better and better."
| Collab between Exodus, Kid Lantern and Lord Wraith |

Walking through the base towards the lunchroom Cal grumbled to himself beneath his breath.

"Join the team he said, you'll make friends he said, it'll be good for you he said." As he turned to go into the lunchroom, Cal looked up just in time to stop himself from colliding with another one of his supposed teammates. Perhaps this one would like to throw him against the wall or trip him as well he thought to himself bitterly. That turtle definitely had an attitude problem.

Beck was looking at his sandwich as he walked down the hall. "I cannot wait to eat this," he thought to himself. He looked up from the plate, and saw Cal about a foot away from his face.
"WOOOAAH!" he shouted, half-jumping backwards. His eyes widened in horror as he realized that his misstep threw the sandwich off the plate and into the air behind him. He immediately spun around at the waist and created a small disc of ice sticking up from the ground, upon which the sandwich safely landed. He sighed in relief, holding a hand to his forhead. "That was a close one... Hah, wow." He picked it up, and set in on his own plate before setting the plate down on the mini ice-table.

"Whoa, sorry there man. Almost didn't see you. I have like a billion things on my mind. Literally." Cal added with a laugh.

Beck chuckled. "It's fine, man, no worries... Close call though, huh?"

"Quite so," Cal nodded as he turned to look at the small disc of ice. "You must be Frostbite, I'd say 'ice to meet you but that wouldn't be very cool of me now would it." Cal said with a smirk. "No but seriously, I am so sorry for those. It's like a compulsion though, I couldn't help myself. Especially not after dealing with a turtle who backed onto his log the wrong way and a girl who may or may not be having that time of the month, if you know what I mean." Cal said with a laugh. "I'm Cal, out there though," He pointed up, naturally implying the city above the base. "They call me Thrillseeker. My mind works too fast so I get bored easily, took up heroing to keep myself entertained originally." He was of course lying since the death of his mother was the true instigator but no one else needed to know that.

"Yeah, that's me." Beck mentally rolled his eyes at the puns. "But, uh, most people call me Beck," He pointed down. "Even in here." Despite his friendly expression, he was already starting to assume that Cal had pissed the other two teammates off, and not the other way around. He heard someone approach from the kitchen, and took a bite from the sandwich as he turned to look.

"Sorry I didn't say anything to you or Gabe earlier, been spacing out more since I quit talking to duplicates..." the senior YJ member apologized approaching some of the newer recruits, "..and Shock makes a mean BBQ chicken sandwich. You finding everything you need, Cal?" he asked the new face already having read his file.

"So far so good, moved in and got my room all set up. Lots of nifty tech discarded around here I've been able to work with. Though I must say, feels crowded down here after having a whole city to yourself for nearly seven years." Cal replied as he looked at the team leader who had come out of the lunch room. "And how are we doing today Boss Man?" Cal asked with his trademark smirk.

"Call me Kilian, D, Ditto, anything but Boss Man. 'Boss' means something else entirely on Cargg..." Ditto responded making his #2 duplicate.

"What's up #1?" the duplicate with a conscience asked, "Go see what's up with V, you're the one she likes talking to and she kinda gave me the cold shoulder walking by earlier..."

As the duplicate ran off to find Shock, the original Kilian turned back to his new brothers in arms.

"Anybody up for some War Room action?" he asked with a green flicker in his eye.

Beck glanced at his sandwich on the table, and took a deep breath. He decided that the training was more important, and if nothing else, he would have something to look forward to later.
"Yeah, sure." He looked to the sandwich. "Looks like we'll have to catch up later, pal..." Mentioning something about "being right back," he took his plate, sandwich on top, and grabbed the ice-disc by the spike that stuck it onto the ground, and walked into the kitchen. He put his plate into the fridge and tossed the two pieces of ice into the sink before heading back out. "Alright. I'm good."

"I'll grab my stuff and meet you guys down there." Cal replied with a mock bow as he departed for his room.
Beck had been in the lounge for quite some time before anyone else walked in. The quiet was kind of nice, but he did come all the way to the lounge to be social. He decided to wait it out instead of wasting the trip down. Wearing the sweats he slept in and a grey tank top he'd thrown on in the morning, he was full-out resting. Leaning-back-arms-behind-his-head-closed-eyes-resting. Having not slept very well that night, nor the time to sleep in, this was a nice compromise... Until his stomach growled.

Beck walked into the kitchen. He walked by Kilian, and opened the fridge. "Mornin," he said, as he looked inside. Not seeing anything immediately interesting, he looked over to his teammate. More specifically, his teammate's sandwich. A sandwich was a perfect idea! Beck started grabbing ingredients from their places. "So, how's your morning?" he asked as he started to create what he figured would go down as the greatest turkey sandwich in the history of mankind. Or, at least, the best turkey sandwich he's ever made... Which isn't saying much.

Beck hadn't noticed Gabe come into the room, as his own back was turned, preoccupied by his sandwich. Having finally finished his masterpiece (which was sadly rather average), he turned around and saw him. "Oh, hi." Beck walked past him, sandwich in hand. "Later guys."
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