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@GreenGrenade

My apologies for the wait. I am just not feeling the aster today.

Damian post should be up tomorrow at the latest.

All good, no harm done. :)
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I now know where every single OC character I ever create for an RP in which you are participating in will be from.

Oh, god.

So I've been stalking this thread, and I'm not sure if I can both make time for this or come up with a decent character, but I did see something that for the life of me, I just can't let go:

Born and raised off the Golden Coast of Australia

It's the Gold Coast, man. The Gold Coast.
Why does everyone outside of Aus think it's the Golden Coast?

M A N H A T T A N, N E W Y O R K

“Hey, what’s this about a price on your head? Like, how much we talking? I've been wanting to buy a PlayStation 4...”

“Good question,” answered Miles, once again taken aback by the boy’s efficiency. In just one kick he crippled Mayo from loss of air, making him look like nothing but a punching bag. But then again, that is all he was. An idiotic, incompetent punching bag. “Let’s ask him.”

Miles casually strolled towards him, crouching so as to be in line with his head. The wannabe crook was doubled over in pain, his face red as he gasped and wheezed for air. “Hey, Burger King,” said Miles, “What’s this about a price on my head?”

“I’m not telling you… jack,” spat the Mustard Man between breaths.

“Hey, come on,” pushed Miles. “Remember that time in Dakota with Static, when we stopped you from robbing that bank? That was fun, right? Think of all the memories we made together. I punched you, Static electrocuted you, I zapped you… Wouldn’t it be great to do that again?” He paused, caressing his chin in mock contemplation. “Come to think of it, I have Static’s number. I could always call him. The Terrific Trio, reunited!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screeched Condiment King, as red as beetroot. “Please,” he whined, “I’ll tell you what you want to know. But… please don’t do that.”

Huh. That actually worked.

“Well?” prompted Miles. “Spill.”

“It’s Roxxon. The Roxxon Corporation,” Mayo whimpered. “They put a bounty on you, told any supercriminal that wants $20,000,000 to bring you to them alive. Something about wanting to study you…” He looked up with begging eyes. “I don’t know anything else, so please…” He started to cry, violent sobs racking his chest as he cupped his face in his hands.

“Uh…” Miles started. What was he supposed to do? “There there,” he said, patting Mayo on the back. “There there.”

And what was that about $20,000,000?
@GreenGrenade

Now I don't feel bad.

I was going to suggest Control Freak from the Teen Titans animated series, but then went "nah, too comical."

I literally spent ages looking through C-list villains to use in the post, then realised I wasn't looking deep enough.

E-list is where it's at.
So... yeah. That happened.

M A N H A T T A N, N E W Y O R K

The kid was right. Central Park was usually bustling with people by now, and yet there was no one there but them. All was eerily silent, with no sound but the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. The whine of sirens had long passed. Miles looked around, trying to spot anyone who might be hiding behind the trees or shrubbery; a quick glance at the boy saw that he was doing the same.

A bush rustled behind him, and the back of Miles’ head flared with warning. He ducked to his left in time to see red goo fly past his head, falling to the path with a squelch. He squinted his eyes, focusing on it. Wait… he thought, Is that… ketchup?

Another squirt of goo, this time yellow, flew towards him, and he flipped over it, twisting in the air to land facing where it came from. “Oh, god…” he groaned, pinching his forehead as he laid his eyes on their attacker. “It’s you.”

“Surprise, Spider-Dweeb,” said the Condiment King, “Betcha thought you’d seen the last of me.”

“Ugh. Mayo. What do you want?”

“There’s a bounty on your head,” he explained, “And I intend to collect.”

Under normal circumstances, Miles might have felt threatened. Flattered. Scared, even. But this… this was not a normal circumstance. This was idiocy. This was lunacy.

This was insanity.

“Hey, uh, ninja kid,” Miles said, trying to rub away the migraine that began throbbing in his head, “Feel free to hit that guy. He’s an idiot.”

“Hey, who’re you calling an id– ”


@GreenGrenade

Figured I'd give us an opening for something to interject itself (random villain, news crew, etc). Otherwise, I figured we might be headed toward a Damian vs Miles fight.

Save that for the Plants vs Zombies tournament.

That's fine by me. I'll get a post up sometime soon.

I'm really looking forward to that tournament.

EDIT: Nevermind, that post'll be a while. Probably only tomorrow, even.

M A N H A T T A N, N E W Y O R K

This kid had an attitude. A gigantic, big-bellied attitude that threatened to destroy Miles with venomous words, sarcasm and… facts. If Miles had to be honest… the boy intimidated the crap out of him.

“Okay, uh, look… (Man, Captain America makes this look so much easier)… Sorry for lying to you (I guess), but, I mean, you just flattened a dude three times your size, then crushed another as you were getting shot at… as easily as my powers let me do it.” Miles paused, trying to choose his words carefully. The boy already looked like he was fighting the urge to hit him, and the last thing Miles needed was to fight with a ninja-assassin ten year-old cherub from Hell. “And… it doesn’t look like you have powers… right?”

He groaned, massaging the back of his neck. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s not every day you see a kid your age saving someone from muggers by being a badass. Is it too much to want some answers? Y’know, truthful ones.”
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