Hillan

Pokémon: A Tale of Gold and Silver 1x1

"Are you trying to bribe me with a Pokemon, professor?!" Silver accused, feigning disgust for the Professor's sneaky tactics.
"But fine. I'll help Galdino. But I'm sure he'll just slow me down." Silver scoffed. The professor brought up pokeballs and as soon as they opened, Silver was amazed to find Gold completely gone from where he had been standing, instead being found in the other end of the room.

Silver's long red hair blew in the wind caused by Gold's mad dash, and as soon as the teen realized what had happened his face broke into a smile, and then into a chuckle and finally devolving into a hearty laugh, the kind that made his eyes tear up and his stomach rumble.
"HAHA. HE'S..." Silver couldn't catch his breath, eventually falling into his hands and knees laughing too hard.

"HE'S SCARED OF POKEMON, PROFESSOR! PFFFFF" Silver kept cackling, Elm holding back from laughing too, his face turning red. The three starters were confused. Totodile, quite reserved. Cyndaquil was taking a nap, rolling around on the floor and lastely, Chikorita, found it's way to the red haired man laughing like a maniac, nibbled at his hand and butted it's leaf-clad head against his shoulder.

Elm noticed it and spoke

"My my. This starter Pokémon certainly doesn't seem to find you suspicious at all, seems Chikorita's taken quite a liking to you." The little green form tried to climb onto Silver's arm, whom now was standing back up, Chikorita struggling to hang onto his arm, using his elbow as a ledge with it's paws. Silver scooped it up with his other hand and placed Chikorita on his shoulder. His demeanor softened, from the mean spirited laugh, different from the cool facade he put up, and even different from the dorky interior he showed in private. He scratched the green pokemon under the chin and smiled with utmost sincerity.

"Hi there lil' fella. My name's Silverado. And I think I'm gonna call you Bjork." Chikorita let out a happy bleet at the suggestion of a nickname. "Riiitaaa!" He cried out. Picking up the Pokéball his new partner had been in, Silver headed to the door, passing Gold.

"You gonna pick one so we can get a move on?" Silver asked, the green of his Pokemon clashing with the black of his jacket and the red in his hair.

Pokémon: A Tale of Gold and Silver 1x1

"OW WHY are you pulling on my HAIR?!" Silver cried as Gold dragged him into the lab. Once they stopped in front of the now opened briefcase, silver dusted himself off. Eyeing the pokéballs in the machine.

"Bastard." He spat at Gold, listening to what the Professor was saying. Elm wasn't such an absolute moron in person, maybe he had grown a little since Silver had seen him on TV a couple of years ago.

Gold was horrified at the prospect of leaving town, which made a smile creep up on Silver's face.
"C'mon Galdino. You scared to leave your precious little hometown? Afraid to be away from mommy?" He taunted him with bile. Then came the suggestion of Gold taking one of the Professors Pokémon with him...

And what was worse.

Elm suggested they would travel together.

"What the hell?! I'm not going anywhere with this brute! I came here to ask you for a Pokémon, nothing else."

Pokémon: A Tale of Gold and Silver 1x1

Silver was confounded by how upset the other kid got by his line of questioning. Was it this easy to get into the heads of everyone in Johto? He couldn't help but to find it a little amusing. Gold spoke of his mom and Silver was about to dig into him for it - when Gold cleared himself up.

"An errand? Go to the professor to pick up milk?" Silver teased, as Gold poked him with a finger Silver slapped his hand as Gold pulled it back "Ow! What the hell do you do to get so strong?!"

"Why are you yelling in front of my lab!?" Silver froze as he heard the yelling of the professor from behind them. His expression turned cold as he turned around.
"He's the sussy one! And he's an idiot! I bet he's xenophobic just because I'm from Kanto!" Silver shouted and Elm rubbed his forehead.
"Gold, is that true?" The disappointment in his tone was measurable.

"Wait, aren't you that Dark-Type-Music kid that bumped into me so rudely?"

"Oh Shiiii... Heh, whatever." Silver put on his fake cool demeaner, leaning against the door.

"I just came back because I realized I forgot my keys to the lab." The professor said, walking towards the two boys. Shooing them both away from the door, leaning down to the welcome mat and flipping it over, revealing the key hidden underneath.

Silver wasn't happy.

Pokémon: A Tale of Gold and Silver 1x1

"You don't do much of anything?" Silver asked, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds dull." He simply pondered, before noticing his earbud leaking sound outwards, he quickly turned it off while being slightly red in the face.

"H-Hey you don't listen to music you wouldn't know!" He blew Gold off, about to walk away, as he felt a tugging on his shirt. "What the hell are yo-" Cut off by the other kid grabbing him by the collar, Silver tried to break free, failing to do so. "Why the heck are you so strong?!" he yelped being dragged, fighting off the kid best he could to little avail.

They arrived at the door again, still locked. Knocking, no answer.
"Not leaving your sight?! I knew you were a narc. Do I look like a Amoonguss to you?" Silver asked in regards to him seeming suspicious.

"You're as suspicious as I am, at least! Not only were you sneaking around back there, you're also freakishly strong for such a scrawny kid!" Silver proclaimed, pointing Gold up and down, paying no mind to the fact that he himself was an inch shorter and a little skinnier.

Peering in, he got a smug smile on his face.
"First rule of getting away with trouble is putting the blame on someone else. So what kind of trouble are you making?"

Pokémon: A Tale of Gold and Silver 1x1

Wandering into the unfamiliar city of New Bark Town, the scarlet head teenager hadn't ever been here before. Not really, at least. Sure, he had seen Tojo Falls and he had heard about Cherrygrove - and it's proximity to Blackthorn certainly made it something of a hotspot in the city, it was also the easiest way to cross back on over to Kanto, the boy's home region. He fiddled with his passport in his hands, he had arrived with the ferry just a few hours earlier. Opening up his Pokégear case, he plucked out the wireless headphones with the red and black pokeball logo on, 'Beats by Drake' - showing the sailor like visage of the Dragon trainer from hoenn.

As he pressed play, he felt his feet get lighter as the electric guitar and drums kicked in, the all familiar song filling his mind as he put his thoughts to his goals. He had one desire with today. But it relied on him making his way to the professors Lab. The Johtonese structure of infrastructure rarely made sense, and even less so today. He passed the Mart before the Pokemon Center, not to mention that the entire region was really, really ugly. A pidgey flew by him, and he saw a wild trio of rattata run across the street, he could tell the rats were wild by their scruffy fur and unmaintained teeth. As the song kicked into gear, he started humming.

♫ Too-doo-doo too too-doo.

Walking some more, he started to get a grasp on the lay of the land. Sure, the town wasn't massive. It wasn't like Saffron Or Celadon, it was a hick town in the middle of nowhere where frankly, the least capable Pokemon professor in the entire world was holed up. He had seen Elm's PokéTalks and the professor was truly terrible, Birch had to come out and save him from further embarrassment when he started talking about where Pokemon Eggs come from. The boy pulled his hair back from his face as he chuckled, hair running through his fingers. Pokémon making eggs? What a ludicrous idea. Speaking off the silly professor, the boy saw a man carrying a briefcase coming right at him as he was caught up in his, admit ably, embarrassing taste in music.

♫To stand alone in the victory circle
Stake their claim when the music starts

Nodding his head and mumbling along to the lyrics, the boy was annoyed when he bumped into the older man with the briefcase, stunning the teen as he took a step back, and quickly realized he had been singing out loud.

"Uh-- Uh. DRAGON RAGe, DRAGON RAGE!" Silver shouted pretending to sing, making the rock-n-roll sign with his fingers, headbanging, pretending to be listening to a heavy metal song instead of the top 5 popsingle from 4 years ago. The man scolded him about his carelessness.

"W-watch where you're going kid! Don't play that darn Dark-type worshipping music so loud. It'll make you go deaf!" the man yelled, the man seemed quite neurotic with his weird hairstyle and halfrim glasses, posturing at the red haired boy. The boy let out a puff of air in defiance.
"Whatever, man." He said, carrying on his walk. It wasn't until a few minutes later he realized that the man he had bumped into was the Pokemon Professr, Hubert Elm.

"Ahhh Shuckle me sideways." The boy let out his frustrations, realizing he missed his chance to talk to the professor. Instead, he decided to bolt to the lab, that was now in eyesight. He banged on the door, locked. Maybe someone was around in the back? The boy snuck around, peering through the window, he stood on his tip-toes to get a better look. Empty, only thing that was visible was the machine running scans on the three red-and-white balls inside of it. Pushing his hand against the window, he felt the window give way slightly.
Maybe he didn't have to convince the professor to give him a Pokemon if he used the ol' Five-finger-discount...

Before the boy could prod further, he was interrupted.

"Oi! What are you skulking around for?"

The new boy caught him off guard, whom stumbled as his eyes widened and he panicked to put himself into a completely different position, leaning against the wall next to the window, putting on a neutral facial expression that exuded coolness. Hitting his lower registry, he peered the boy up and down. He didn't look like a cop. Little bit like a nark, though. The boy decided to take the chill approach, maybe he could still salvage this almost-heist.

"Sup. I just snuck out for a smoke." He lied, realizing he didn't have anything to smoke, he corrected himself.
"A smoke of some sick tunes. You heard Assault On Dragonites latest album?" His earpieces still blasting the chorus to the popsong he had been listening to.

♫It's a whole new world we live in
(Too-doo-doo too too-doo)
It's a whole new way to see
(Too-doo-doo too too-doo)

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Previously: Something Ends

Chapter 2: Something Begins

Their pact was made, the sacrament had been signed. By the laws that held the very foundation of the universe together, the contract was ironclad. And from this union, the dead witch rose in a pillar of flames from her altar. The building was shaking with the presence of the demon overlord Trigon who tried to make his triumphant return, only to be foiled at the last moment. Where once a girl had laid, instead of a being not quite mortal, yet not quite divine stood. The flaming pillar erupted as the silhouette became clearer, revealing the yellow flames ordaining the naked cranium of the dealer of divine justice.

The feeling? It wasn't possible to explain. It felt like everything at once, the girl understood she wasn't in control anymore. Filled with holy fervor, she could smell everything all around her, all of the sin surrounding her, and in this congregation of Satanists, sin was plenty. They were killers, abusers, liars, rapists, sadists, and every other mortal sin you could imagine, all while pretending to be her family, her community. For once in her life, the girl who had been known as Raven got to let go of that tight leash she had always held on to her feelings. She wasn't afraid of her father using this moment of supposed weakness to bring an end to the world. She trusted the power of her pact, and while it locked her in a new form of bondage, it came with a sense of freedom she had never felt before. That knot in her stomach became unleashed the anchors she had put on all of that happiness, all of those moments of true bliss she had ignored out of fear, all of the laughs she had muffled. The tears she had held back, the sorrow she had hidden, and the anger she had choked.

It overcame her, while she wasn't in the possession of eyelids anymore, the flame burnt brighter as she looked around the scene, finding the preacher scorched on the ground, two of the other congregation members on the ground, shocked. Their red, demonic eyes filled with surprise. Raven felt her body move on its own accord, and she let go. Giving in to that anger she had never been allowed to feel. Every tantrum she had wanted to throw, was all unleashed. Her body was engulfed in righteous flames, fed by her anger she leaped from her altar and pounced on the closest demon. Her high school teacher Miss Dodds. She grabbed the math teacher by the neck and felt her neck snap under the strength of her fingers, yet still keeping on moving, Trigon's influence keeping the vessel alive. With but a thought, the being in charge of her body lit Miss Dodds on fire and she was reduced to ash in mere seconds.

Six came at here, six were turned to dust by an outstretched arm and hellfire being spouted from her palm. One of the chains that had bound her previously found its way to her hand, she used it to lasso another one of her assaulters. She felt her bloodlust increase, she wanted to punish the wicked. Her ballet teacher, Svetlana used her demonic fangs to bite the Rider in her arm, drawing a drop of blood that soon turned out to be poisonous to the demon, burning her mouth from the inside out till there was naught but a gaping hole in Svetlana's face.

"She is MINE!" The demon roared as Nicholas Reese, the Jock in Raven's high school and the boy who was her first kiss grabbed her from behind, trying to hold her, Trigons voice shaking the building. Raven's burning skull headbutted the boy from behind, the six eyes blinded by the fire. He roared as Raven's body was freed from the grip, the chain was ignited in the fire as it whipped through the air, cutting the boy's left arm clean off, curling the chain around his neck as the arm fell to the ground. Dragging the boy's body to his knees, The Rider placed her hand onto his forehead.

"I'll sear you to your soul. Trigon should feel that." As his eyes lit up in orange and then yellow, before being engulfed by flames, a human voice crying out in pain in the last second. Raven's mind registered the change in tone, yet felt her anger growing. Three more came at her, attacking, her body moved, dodged, and brutally killed all of them in naught but a few seconds. As she felt their blood burning on her skull, something in her started to change. Her anger started tapering off... Was this... Truly justice?

Her burning chain-whip found its way around the neck of Eli River. When Raven was 9, he had been her best friend in the world, and the first person she had shown her magic to. He had told her that her powers could be used for good. Yet, her father's influence left Eli clawing and scratching at her, even while subdued. Her hand rose and was coated in holy fire, about to destroy him, demon and mortal soul.

"Wait..." Raven tried to stop for a second.
"His soul is wicked, that's why Trigon could get his roots in. He must be cleansed!" Her mouth spoke with a voice not her own, as she felt her hand sear through the 17-year-olds neck. Raven felt that anger sour into a different emotion. She didn't want this.

In the corner, she saw the remaining 10 or so gathered, holding the dagger that had penetrated her heart earlier, bloodletting each other with it, one of them consuming the other's blood as the rider walked towards them, each step of her feet leaving a burning footprint behind. The chain whirling around her as she attacked, only to find the face of her mother covered in demon blood, as her eyes grew brighter and then darker, as red wings spurred from her back and horns grew in her forehead.

"We're not angry. We're just very disappointed!" Both her father and mother's voice echoed at once from the body of her mother, the demon attacking the joined forces of Raven and the Spirit Of Vengeance. They traded blows, the Rider tearing parts off of the demon with each strike, Raven wanting to hold back, she wanted to save her mother. Cutting off her one wing, Trigon's voice cried out in pain, an arm and then her horns, leaving her with but one wing and one arm. Which the Rider easily got a holdoff and began pulling on, in each direction, each second the desperation of Trigon's last vessel became ever more apparent.

Raven begged the spirit to stop. They had won, Trigon was beaten back. Just spare her mother.

"Please!" Raven's soul cried.
"Vengeance shall be mine!" The Ghost Rider retorted as Raven felt her own hands tear her mother in half. And another surge of all of those emotions came at Raven. Her Astral Self was projected as she felt the blood of her mom flood her, and as the astral projection took the shape of a blackbird and then into herself, the room went black, all of the lights, the fires went out, including the one coating Raven's own body, just a girl and a bunch of bodies in the dark, destroyed and burnt crypt.

Next:... The Caretaker And How Raven Got Her Wheels

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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Estranged from my father. No real ties to my surname, so when I got married I changed my surname (...eventually. I am a lazy, lazy man) .

@Hound55

Your father, the maffiaboss you definitely didn't snitch on? Got it. ;)

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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It gets better. I used to play/write basketball stuff (and didn't want certain coaches and people of influence knowing exactly who I was - this is before I got sick and all hope of doing something with that was swiftly flushed down the toilet). So in the Australian basketball community people are more likely to know me by that name (or just 'Hound') than by my actual name. Especially my current name.

However likely that may be though... was like twenty years ago.

Somehow those who do remember the name don't confuse me for being Latino though.

@Hound55

What do you mean "Current name"
Are you in witness protection?

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

I also think Thor: Ragnarok is severely overrated. Love Taika, but he really went out of his way to make a more fan-fictiony movie than a Thor movie good on it's own merits. Thor's best movie appearances are easily Infinity War/Endgame for me, with the first Thor tailing distantly behind. Those movies seemed to get what works about him, and Ragnarok feels like it's about this entirely other thing that I care less about.

@Master Bruce

I think because of IW / Endgame, the three Thor movies become a lot more compelling. Thor's arc is maybe more convincing than Cap or Stark's, and I don't think Thor gets the credit he deserves for it. Man's lost everything, including the belief in himself. Him not thinking he's worthy in Endgame is heartbreaking.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

Hey, OOC discussion is cool. That in mind...

What are your unpopular superhero/superhero media opinions?

For instance, considering what's been said in this thread... I didn't think The Suicide Squad was that great. 6/10-ish. It's a vast improvement over the original of course, but from the hype I was expecting something mind-blowing, instead I got something that felt like a low to mid MCU outing.

@DocTachyon

1) Avengers 1 is the worst movie in the MCU, Whedon's a hack and he only got lucky that Ultron got so much fucking better with time because of references in the later movies.
2) Iron Man 2 and 3 are both movies that are perfectly fine.
3) I agree with Roman's take on Batfleck. Best Batman, worst movies.
4) Young Justice is better than every other superhero TV-show or movie, animated or otherwise.

7) I am incredibly fucking hungover.