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8 yrs ago
Current Nerds.
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How many more people need to die before we do something about ISIS?
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These status updates are...odd. I approve.
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Butts. They are so round, so squishy, so perfect. Bootiful.
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9 yrs ago
We are all massive nerds.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gaq62VCcnew

Things you need to know:

I'm eighteen years old. I'm American. I'm a Protestant Christian. I don't like anime. I like comic books. I once killed a shark.

My roleplaying interests change periodically, and I am not currently looking to join any more roleplays at the moment.

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Need/Want a Deadpool?


That'd be cool. My 'Pool isn't very good and Logan'll be definitely be interacting with him and the rest of his old team in the near future.
Wolverine's coming back in season 2 for his Freedom arc.

Once Hyperion reveals himself, he'll disappear into space for awhile; that's when I'll pick up Steve in his stead.
@Lord Wraith Sounds good to me.
I'm hoping to start that Deathstroke collab with you sometime this week, @Lord Wraith. I don't want to guarantee anything anymore, because life likes to screw with people.



When was the last time life screwed with a llama?
It only took me a million years to put that one together.


An amused smile crossed Hyperion's face as Ant-Man managed to dodge under his optic blasts. Not an impossible feat, especially considering they were low-powered non-lethal attacks. Yet common men capable of such speed and agility were few and far between. The incident brought up fond memories of a particular gladiator Zhib-Ran had done battle with on the coliseums of Arie in the Shi'ar Galaxy. The youth had coped with the eye beams for a time; that is, before Hyperion crushed the boy's skull between his fingers. Ah, the good old days. The alien reminisced momentarily. Hyperion brought his attention back to the moment at hand and responded to Ant-Man's comment with as much snark as he could muster. "What can I say? I appreciate a challenge." It was then that Hyperion made the mistake of turning his back on his enemy. This mere mortal was far more powerful than he appeared. Zhib-Ran had mistakenly assumed Miss America to be the greater threat between the two of them. That hypothesis turned out to be incorrect as a fist the size of a grown man smashed into the alien's exposed back.

Hyperion lay sprawled across the cold training room floor for less than a moment. He sprung to his feet with an unexpected amount of acrobatic skill and agility, added by his natural ability of flight. The human's atrocious puns were teetering on infuriating, having lost their boyish charm quite awhile ago. Zhib-Ran allowed his opponents a brief moment of respite to recuperate and strategize. During that time, Zhib looked over the pair and examined their own weaknesses, putting his enhanced senses and X-ray vision to good use. The giant appeared to share many of the same weak points on a human being but were now larger and more durable. A single punch with sufficient force to the trachea and maybe a followup to the diaphragm would rob the brilliant scientist manchild of his oxygen. Chavez was a different story. Everything about her vitals were off. They were similar enough to fool most of this planet's primitive technology, but Hyperion acute vision and hearing allowed him to pick up on the subtle differences between her and other earthlings. That could be explained by her extra-dimensional origins. What Zhib-Ran was wondering was if certain nerve attacks would be more or less effective due to these biological differences.

There's only one way to find out. Milton supposed.

The hair on the back of the conqueror's neck stood on end as a loud bang and a flash of light announced a shift in the battle. There Loki, the Trickster God, stood facing away from him. If Loki were any other foe, Hyperion would've taken the opportunity to strike while his attention was averted. But a Norse God of tricks was not to be dealt with conventionally.

The final challenger approached from the training room's front entrance. Agent Parrington. The Valkyrie. She was paraded as one of SHIELD's most powerful agents. Zhib-Ran had familiarized himself with her exploits and abilities, but had yet to officially meet the woman. He had to admit, she looked taller in the video logs. The woman clothed herself in her golden Asgardian armor and gave the team a joke and a brief pep talk before leading the charge. This certainly makes things interesting.

Without any warning, Hyperion vanished from the Avengers' sight. He reappeared a milisecond later behind them, firing off a pair of supersonic beams of concussive energy from his eyes into Giant-Man's back. He followed up the attack with a speed blitz toward America; his end goal being to grab her and slam her against the far wall. Finally, Zhib-Ran placed his back against the wall and finished with a thunderclap, hoping to take out an invisible Loki. Afterwards, he would turn his attention to Valkyrie. The string of brutally efficient attacks hadn't accounted for her arrival and could be interrupted and potentially countered, should the Avengers prove to be better than Hyperion first thought. "I was wondering when you'd all get here! Now, I'd say this is a fair fight."


An amused smile crossed Hyperion's face as Ant-Man managed to dodge under his optic blasts. Not an impossible feat, especially considering they were low-powered non-lethal attacks. Yet common men capable of such speed and agility were few and far between. The incident brought up fond memories of a particular gladiator Zhib-Ran had done battle with on the coliseums of Arie in the Shi'ar Galaxy. The youth had coped with the eye beams for a time; that is, before Hyperion crushed the boy's skull between his fingers. Ah, the good old days. The alien reminisced momentarily. Hyperion brought his attention back to the moment at hand and responded to Ant-Man's comment with as much snark as he could muster. "What can I say? I appreciate a challenge." It was then that Hyperion made the mistake of turning his back on his enemy. This mere mortal was far more powerful than he appeared. Zhib-Ran had mistakenly assumed Miss America to be the greater threat between the two of them. That hypothesis turned out to be incorrect as a fist the size of a grown man smashed into the alien's exposed back.

Hyperion lay sprawled across the cold training room floor for less than a moment. He sprung to his feet with an unexpected amount of acrobatic skill and agility, added by his natural ability of flight. The human's atrocious puns were teetering on infuriating, having lost their boyish charm quite awhile ago. Zhib-Ran allowed his opponents a brief moment of respite to recuperate and strategize. During that time, Zhib looked over the pair and examined their own weaknesses, putting his enhanced senses and X-ray vision to good use. The giant appeared to share many of the same weak points on a human being but were now larger and more durable. A single punch with sufficient force to the trachea and maybe a followup to the diaphragm would rob the brilliant scientist manchild of his oxygen. Chavez was a different story. Everything about her vitals were off. They were similar enough to fool most of this planet's primitive technology, but Hyperion acute vision and hearing allowed him to pick up on the subtle differences between her and other earthlings. That could be explained by her extra-dimensional origins. What Zhib-Ran was wondering was if certain nerve attacks would be more or less effective due to these biological differences.

There's only one way to find out. Milton supposed.

The hair on the back of the conqueror's neck stood on end as a loud bang and a flash of light announced a shift in the battle. There Loki, the Trickster God, stood facing away from him. If Loki were any other foe, Hyperion would've taken the opportunity to strike while his attention was averted. But a Norse God of tricks was not to be dealt with conventionally.

The final challenger approached from the training room's front entrance. Agent Parrington. The Valkyrie. She was paraded as one of SHIELD's most powerful agents. Zhib-Ran had familiarized himself with her exploits and abilities, but had yet to officially meet the woman. He had to admit, she looked taller in the video logs. The woman clothed herself in her golden Asgardian armor and gave the team a joke and a brief pep talk before leading the charge. This certainly makes things interesting.

Without any warning, Hyperion vanished from the Avengers' sight. He reappeared a milisecond later behind them, firing off a pair of supersonic beams of concussive energy from his eyes into Giant-Man's back. He followed up the attack with a speed blitz toward America; his end goal being to grab her and slam her against the far wall. Finally, Zhib-Ran placed his back against the wall and finished with a thunderclap, hoping to take out an invisible Loki. Afterwards, he would turn his attention to Valkyrie. The string of brutally efficient attacks hadn't accounted for her arrival and could be interrupted and potentially countered, should the Avengers prove to be better than Hyperion first thought.
I would like to genuinely apologize for my lack of postage.
@Tearstone Lemme give it a look.
I'll get my Hyperion post up before the end of the day.

As for the training session, we could cut it short after a handful more posts due to, say, a threat that the Avengers need to deal with. A disaster of some sort would be a great way to start out season 2; at least in my mind.
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