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Ooh this looks great! I’ve got an idea for Miss Martian I’ll see if I can get some work done on a CS this week!
Quick question: Is the apartment still burning?


As far as my post it is! I believe Cage cleared the bottom floors and Morbius cleared the top though.

Ahhh, hell. Now that I'm thinkin' about it, I remember hearing stories about some kinda 'good vampire' runnin' around. What was the name- Morbid-something? Moebius, like the artist? Something like that.

So either I'm making threats at probably the only not-evil blood-sucker out there, or this guy's a regular-evil vampire pretending to be the not-evil one and hoping I can't tell the difference. Either way, I'm probably gonna come outta this looking like a jackass.

"Man," I shake my head, "You're lucky I ain't Blade. Hold up!"

One of the corners begins to buckle, and the roof threatens to cave in on us. I rush forward, bracing the structure as much as I can to keep a good ten tons of concrete and duct-work from crushing us.

"Nnnngh!" I grunt from the strain. Ten tons isn't even half of what I can press on a good day, but I'm already gettin' worn out, and the air's gettin' thin from the fire and smoke. It's even harder since I'm trying to do it all with one hand.

I've got my phone in the other, pulling up the H4H app, and more specifically the floor plans of this building from the database Danny's tech guys compiled for us.

"Okay," I say through ragged breaths as I hold up the collapsing ceiling, "There's a fire escape at the end of the hall, leads to the back alley. Should be able to get people to safety without drawin' too much attention to yourself. I've cleared out the lower floors, but there might be a few more folks up here. Don't open any closed doors-- don't wanna cause a backdraft."

A chunk of concrete breaks free and crashes hard into the floor. I feel the floor start to give way under my feet, and know that the rest is gonna start coming down any second.

"An' hey," I call out to the vampire, "You see a bigass tarantula crawlin' around on your way? You leave that little creep to me-- that one's personal."


The floor vibrated beneath Morbius' feet, dust sifting down from the ceiling in thick, choking waves. The sound of strained steel and shifting concrete told him exactly what Cage had already realized, this place was about to come down.

Morbius adjusted the woman in his arms, crouching slightly as another burst of heat rolled through the hallway. He spared a glance toward Cage - back arched beneath the falling weight of a building, one arm extended skyward, the other thumbing through a phone with near-casual defiance. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, he was glad Cage believed him, even if it was under duress.

He shot him a nod in thanks, turning over his shoulder to face the fire escape at the end of the hallway and then glancing back at the hero-for-hire.
"Understood. I'll check the top floors for any survivors. Remind me to take your card sometime, Cage, you heroes for hire are a lot more organised than I gave you credit for." He pulled the woman up onto his shoulder. Another support beam buckled with a groan behind him. The building was dying. "And, no" he added with a slight glance back, a dry edge threading into his tone. "No tarantulas. But if I see any eight-legged creatures, I'll be sure to let them know Luke Cage sends his regards."

With that he lunged forward towards the fire escape, launching himself out of the window and down the fire escape, dropping himself down each railing with one hand while holding the woman with the other. He reached the ground and dropped her within distance of the gathering crowd, but far enough not to be seen. Her vision groggily began to come back to her in time to see the pale figure gently lay her down and shoot up against the wall of the opposite building, throwing himself each handhold and then finally into the night sky as he reached the top.

He turned, gliding a bit as he focused his senses into the building. He concentrated, using his psychic energy to drown out the noise of the fire and the yammering crowd, sending a sonar call bouncing off of the interior walls. For a moment he thought it was all for naught, that anyone left had escaped the blaze. And then he heard it, the coughing and crying of a child. His eyes burst open, he acted fast, diving down to the nearest window and corkscrewing his body through the glass.

He skidded against the floor on his shoulder, fire licking at his face as he pushed himself up off of the floor. The fire was rising, and the ground beneath him was collapsing.

He moved low, almost crawling, trailing smoke as he pressed through the wreckage. Every breath burned in his chest despite his mutated lungs, the sheer heat warping the air around him, pulling tears from his eyes that hissed and evaporated as they fell.

The child's sobs echoed through the smoke - somewhere to his right, down a corridor that looked more like a furnace than a hallway. A chunk of ceiling came crashing down just behind him, forcing him to leap forward, talons gouging into the wall to catch himself before his feet found the floor again.

"Hold on," he muttered under his breath. "I'm coming."

He found the child curled beneath an overturned metal desk, a thin line of blood running down his temple, his face streaked with soot. The fire had boxed him in, a ring of flames isolating the corner like a cage.

Morbius didn't hesitate. He flung his arm wide, the membrane of his glider-like wings snapping open as he charged through the fire. The heat clawed at his skin, blistering even him, but he pushed through, ducking down to rip the desk aside and scoop the child into his arms.

The floor gave out beneath his feet almost immediately.

He twisted midair, holding the boy tight as they plummeted. For one heart-pounding second, there was only the rush of air and falling debris, and then he latched onto the jagged edge of the floor below with one bloodied claw, swinging them into the next room with a grunt of exertion.

They landed hard, but alive.

The child coughed violently in his arms, but clung to Morbius with tiny, trembling fingers. There was no time for comfort. Another crack split the ceiling above them. The whole building was moments from collapse.

Morbius backed toward the shattered remnants of a window, eyeing the distance to the next rooftop. He'd done worse jumps. With one arm wrapped around the child, he leapt again out into the smoke-choked sky, wings unfurling to catch what lift they could.

He landed hard on the adjacent rooftop, knees buckling under the weight of the fall as he rolled with the boy in his arms, coming to a stop near the far edge of the building. He released the boy, crawling up to his feet as he coughed out smoke.

The boy stirred, sitting back and staring through hazy eyes at the figure that had rescued him. His small face was streaked with ash and blood, his hair singed and eyes wide, pupils darting across Morbius' features; taking in the monstrous eyes, the gaunt, predatory face, the fangs just barely hidden behind parted lips. The boy tensed, breath catching.

Morbius didn't speak. Didn't move. He just stared back, unmoving and still as a statue, the night wind catching the tattered edges of his wings. He didn't know what to say, what to do.

The boy blinked. Then sniffed, wiping a dirty sleeve across his face. His gaze lingered on Morbius' claws, the wings tucked tight to his back, the unnatural pallor of his skin.

"You're...not like the others." he squeeked. "You're weird."

Morbius raised one brow slightly. A smile playing on the corners of his lips.

The boy hesitated, then added, "But...you saved me."

Still, Morbius said nothing. But after a beat, he gave a small nod. The boy smiled back.

A commotion rose from the alley below, firefighters yelling, someone shouting for survivors. Lights flashed, illuminating the rooftop like lightning. Morbius stood, lifting the boy once more and crossing the roof in long, silent strides. At the edge, he paused, then dropped down between two buildings with barely a sound.

He set the boy down in the shadows near the first responders. A paramedic spotted him and broke into a run. The boy turned, glancing back. But Morbius was already gone, disappearing into the night.
Just as an update, I'll have my next post up, hopefully, on the weekend. I won't have time to start writing until Saturday afternoon, but I don't expect any distractions so I should have the time to finish.

How is everyone involved in the events feeling? I know it's extended longer than anticipated, but I'm hoping everyone participating will be able to work together to resolve them soon. If people are feeling stuck, though, please say so.


I'm feeling good about everything! Honestly, the pace things are moving is fine with me, I usually have time to write posts on a Tuesday so this rate keeps me on top of things without moving too quickly.

The fire raged around them, thick smoke swirling like a living thing, clawing at Morbius’ lungs even as his unnatural physiology filtered out the worst of it. The woman in his grasp barely stirred, her breath coming in shallow gasps against his chest. He had wasted too much time. The structure beneath them trembled, every second they stayed increased the likelihood they wouldn't be leaving at all. And then, a voice cut through the roar of the flame.

"Hey, gruesome!"

Morbius turned his head, fangs bared instinctively as the silhouette of Luke Cage stepped through the collapsing hallway. The man stood like a wall, broad and unmoving, framed by the flickering light in a way that made him look even larger. His stance was set, ready for a fight.

"You best take your hands off that lady" Cage warned, cracking his knuckles, "Or I’m gonna send your ass back to Transylvania in a bucket."

Morbius let out a sharp breath, half a sigh, half an incredulous huff. Of course.

Of course, this is how the night was going. The silver lining was that it was Cage and not Spider-Man. He'd had more than his fair share of run ins with the webslinger and was thankful he'd at the very least not end the night webbed up against a wall for all to see.

With the fire raging around them, his own monstrous form silhouetted against the destruction, and a barely conscious woman in his grasp it wasn't hard to see how Cage had reached his conclusion. The fact that Morbius was saving the woman, not feeding on her, would be difficult to argue when every instinct in Cage's body was telling him otherwise. After all, its not like Morbius' reputation hadn't preceeded him, and evne if it hadn't his outward appearance didn't exactly scream 'hero'

Morbius tightened his grip on the woman and turned his glowing crimson gaze toward Luke.

"Ah, yes." he rasped, his voice raw from the smoke but still laced with that wry, unshaken arrogance. "Because clearly, I thought to myself 'Why merely feed in the shadows when I could dramatically incinerate my meal in front of a crowd?'" He adjusted his stance, shifting the woman slightly in his grasp to better support her weight. The fire was worsening, embers cascading from the ceiling like dying stars. They had no time for this. "We both know I'm not the type to like my meat well-done, I am attempting to save this woman, not drain her." he continued, irritation creeping into his tone. "But if you’d rather we argue until the building collapses around us, by all means, please, continue with the threats."

His eyes flicked toward the nearest compromised wall. It wouldn't hold much longer. He met Luke's gaze again, his brow furrowed. Cage was a professional, much more experienced in saving folk from burning houses than he was. He didn't doubt that the hero for hire could probably save the woman and make it back in time to go toe-to-toe with him.

"If you truly wish to help, then I suggest we move. Now." He held the woman up with one arm, the other hand slyly extending the claws just in case Cage leapt in for a punch.
Sorry all, I'm choked with the cold at the moment, hoping to get a Morbius post up once I'm a bit better!

On the subject of chatter and activity in the OOC:

What's everyone's favorite take on their respective character? Any particular runs in the comics you'd consider required reading, or a version from the cartoons or movies that inspired you?


My favourite interpreation of the character is definitely from the Midnight Suns video game. Comic-wise the "Morbius: The Living Vampire" Run from 2013 was cut short way too early and the 1992 run is very cool and gothic with great art. I'm planning on reading his appearance in "Amazing Spider-Man: Blood Hunt" once I get a minute!
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The main problem I have with it is the denial of the fact that it is AI.


If it's just the art itself and not the writing I don't see why it's something that needs to be pointed out.
@AndyC Am I right in thinking that the fire Luke is responding to is the same as the one Morbius is responding to? I was setting things up at the end of my last one for Morbius to cross paths with any other heroes who were at the fire to see him and assume he had been feeding on the fainted woman. I'm happy to write another one in the fire either way, but I'm not sure how much I could write that isn't fluff if he's alone.
Got a post up with Morbius getting involved with the Brooklyn fire. I've left it open ended enough for others to join in.
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