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

Looking forward to this weekend...

Champing at the bit, to be honest.

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

If I haven't already done anything by this weekend, expect a solid outpouring then.

Finally back at work after a week sick at home.

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

I'm still here. Just been a rough week. Stuff's still coming.

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

I haven't bailed or gone anywhere.

Been sick for a bit. About 90% sure it's just the standard cold and sniffles you get when you have a newborn picking up every disease in the vicinity and growing it like an incubator... but I had a Covid-19 test today anyway, since Doctors demand it as a precaution. The likelihood of my getting that here in South Australia is slim to none though...

But, yeah. Hopefully I can find some time around caring for said sick newborn to get the Montoya/Driver post done and collab stuff for @Hillan and @Lord Wraith

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

I should have another post up this weekend.

@Lord Wraith

Awesome! Was hoping to get stuff done last night, but thaaaat... did not happen.

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

J U S T I C E F R O M A ' 6 8 M O N A C O
J U S T I C E F R O M A ' 6 8 M O N A C O

^{"Stink's particulate, Montoya. You hang around enough dirt and death, eventually some of it's going to stick." - Captain Rob Probson}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Renee Maria Montoya - GCPD Badge # 2442 _________________________________________________________ Latina. American of Dominican Heritage | Detective for the GCPD _________________________________________________________ Gotham City | New Jersey | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Former partner of Crispus Allen who has died in mysterious circumstances. ► Renee Montoya has recently been "outed" as a lesbian, due to the actions of some mysterious stalker. At this point she has her suspisions as to whether this has been done by the same person who murdered Detective Crispus Allen. ► Formerly a partner to Harvey Bullock, and one of very few people who doesn't treat him as persona non grata. Bullock has been suspended in disgrace. He currently spends his days bitterly putting away alcohol at a cop bar from "the old days" which most of the new generation wouldn't be caught dead in. - C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Marcus Driver - GCPD Badge # 3187 _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Detective for the GCPD _________________________________________________________ Gotham City | New Jersey | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Former partner of Charlie Fields, who was brutally murdered by the Firebug, after a routine doorknock to follow up a tip went awry. ► Driver remains on good terms with his late partner's widow, Nora Fields, who works at the coroner's office. ► Very quietly involved in a relationship with a fellow co-worker in the Major Crimes Unit, Detective Romy Chandler. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In the Gotham City criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: The Batman, who beats criminals into unconsciousness and stuffs them in a mental asylum, and the police, who investigate crimes. These are their stories. Bumm-bumm! The Major Crimes Unit, a hand-picked group of clean detectives selected by Jim Gordon who handle the crimes the other cops call "the Freak Beat", operate out of Gotham Central. In the last year both Renee Montoya and the final officer selected by Gordon, Marcus Driver, have both lost their partners in the line of duty. For Montoya, Crispus Allen would be the second partner she's lost in the last 12 months - with Harvey Bullock, the grey line between "old school" and dirty - suspended indefinitely after a very public case dragged his past actions into the spotlight. As whispers around the lockerroom start to pose questions regarding whether she can hack it anymore, her private life (she was recently outed as gay by an unknown stalker figure) and what kind of police she is, Captain Rob Probson has paired up the two in order to stop hemorrhaging morale by allowing them be anyone else's problem. Everything reminds Marcus Driver of his late partner Charlie Fields, and the night which saw Firebug take his life from a random doorknock. He's since thrown himself back into his work with many questioning whether he's really ready to return. But where's the line between a hungry police, and a man with a death wish? Executive Producer Dick Wolf P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Roaming characters. Plots pending. I would like to discuss characters the various Bat-family members would like to introduce before locking myself (and them) into any hard future plots. But as GCPD I think they make good establishing characters for introducing the next big antagonists and introing plots they may like to pursue.

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

That's a funny looking Ted Kord.

@Retired

I contain multitudes.

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

J U S T I C E F R O M A ' 6 8 M O N A C O
J U S T I C E F R O M A ' 6 8 M O N A C O

^{"Stink's particulate, Montoya. You hang around enough dirt and death, eventually some of it's going to stick." - Captain Rob Probson}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Renee Maria Montoya - GCPD Badge # 2442 _________________________________________________________ Latina. American of Dominican Heritage | Detective for the GCPD _________________________________________________________ Gotham City | New Jersey | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Former partner of Crispus Allen who has died in mysterious circumstances. ► Renee Montoya has recently been "outed" as a lesbian, due to the actions of some mysterious stalker. At this point she has her suspisions as to whether this has been done by the same person who murdered Detective Crispus Allen. ► Formerly a partner to Harvey Bullock, and one of very few people who doesn't treat him as persona non grata. Bullock has been suspended in disgrace. He currently spends his days bitterly putting away alcohol at a cop bar from "the old days" which most of the new generation wouldn't be caught dead in. - C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Marcus Driver - GCPD Badge # 3187 _________________________________________________________ Caucasian | Detective for the GCPD _________________________________________________________ Gotham City | New Jersey | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Former partner of Charlie Fields, who was brutally murdered by the Firebug, after a routine doorknock to follow up a tip went awry. ► Driver remains on good terms with his late partner's widow, Nora Fields, who works at the coroner's office. ► Very quietly involved in a relationship with a fellow co-worker in the Major Crimes Unit, Detective Romy Chandler. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In the Gotham City criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: The Batman, who beats criminals into unconsciousness and stuffs them in a mental asylum, and the police, who investigate crimes. These are their stories. Bumm-bumm! The Major Crimes Unit, a hand-picked group of clean detectives selected by Jim Gordon who handle the crimes the other cops call "the Freak Beat", operate out of Gotham Central. In the last year both Renee Montoya and the final officer selected by Gordon, Marcus Driver, have both lost their partners in the line of duty. For Montoya, Crispus Allen would be the second partner she's lost in the last 12 months - with Harvey Bullock, the grey line between "old school" and dirty - suspended indefinitely after a very public case dragged his past actions into the spotlight. As whispers around the lockerroom start to pose questions regarding whether she can hack it anymore, her private life (she was recently outed as gay by an unknown stalker figure) and what kind of police she is, Captain Maggie Sawyer has paired up the two in order to stop hemorrhaging morale by allowing them be anyone else's problem. Everything reminds Marcus Driver of his late partner Charlie Fields, and the night which saw Firebug take his life from a random doorknock. He's since thrown himself back into his work with many questioning whether he's really ready to return. But where's the line between a hungry police, and a man with a death wish? Executive Producer Dick Wolf P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Roaming characters. Plots pending. I would like to discuss characters the various Bat-family members would like to introduce before locking myself (and them) into any hard future plots. But as GCPD I think they make good establishing characters for introducing the next big antagonists and introing plots they may like to pursue.

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

I have something I want to work on App wise but I'm going to sit on it as I don't have the time. How does everything think this is going? I know the pace has slowed but I think we're at quite a healthy place right now.

@Sep

I feel fine with the pace from people in general, and my own 0ace should pick up now as I go back to work.

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

A warehouse full of the damned.

Emaciated men and women stripped of their clothes, as newborns do not enter this world with more than their first skin. The Neonates manufactured and packaged the Bliss for the Juvenile street dealers, and did it for no recompense beyond the Bliss they could consume, the paltry food rations to keep them as lean as their god, and the accommodation of the Den.

It was certainly rare amongst drug operations for the allowance of the workers to get high off the supply - but profit was not the primary motivation. They sold cheap to new local customers, as could often becomre customary, but not for the simple purpose of profit motivation behind getting them hooked. At least not for the money. And they were always hiring. And always growing.

This warehouse was but one of three dozen in this city itself. The year before they had two dozen, not all in the same locations. New York was, after all, a city of heroes, and any time anyone came close they would close up and move. They had the resources behind them to do that easily enough. Who could be more adaptable than they? Whilst one day they would bask in the sun, it would not be beneath them to flatten themselves out and hide in the rocks and crags until their season would come. After all, they followed a perfect one.

The Yearling called the Neonates to order. Kept them focused on the task at hand. Bliss for the Kali-Yuga! Bliss for Kobra! Bliss for the Lord Naga, his generosity that allowed the bliss to overflow unto them!

Lanceheads were scattered here and thereabouts. Unlike the Neonates they were of course fully clothed. Their task called for it. As they had been tasked with protection and maintaining order, for in order for the day of Kali Yuga to come - Freedom in its Holy Ultimate Chaos - there must be moments of order to bring that day to pass. The Lord Naga understood this even if it were a fact too complicated for most OTHER Neonates, Juveniles and even some slower, more jaded Yearlings to understand... The bigger picture. But YOU understand, yes? The same greater wisdom that allows you your Bliss. The same greater wisdom that protects and houses you. The means to the greater end that our All Knowing Lord Naga will one day bring to pass, for the betterment of all who have the wisdom to follow the serpentine path.

But as the Lanceheads were assembled for the daily briefing, they failed to notice the SkyCycle that passed silently overhead. Nor the purple masked figure overlooking the warehouse from the clear plastic sheeting of the skylight which kept the working environment warm and well-lit for the naked Neonates...

"Well, there's something you don't see everyday..." Hawkeye muttered at the strange naked assembly, and their foreman in his scaly leather jacket.

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H A W K E Y E
H A W K E Y E

_{SEASON ONE Sensation & Wonder}

HAWKEYE #3.1 An Archer And a Pit of Snakes

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Hawkeye had stumbled on the place by luck. He was going to shake down some junkie street dealer for the location of his supplier, but reconsidered and tailed him after realising he was probably going to be no more forthcoming than the last half dozen he'd questioned. Following him from a distance he stumbled upon the handoff point. Observing a few handoffs he was able to tail a bagman to a second handoff point... a long story short, the countless tails eventually brought him to this warehouse.

It had been long and tedious, basically policework, and not at all why he'd got into the capes and cowls business which regularly saw him firing a weapon from the paleolithic era at gods and monsters.

He reached into his quiver for a fletching. Explosive arrows were out, he didn't know the chemical makeup of the drug in question and if it were flammable... well, he wasn't looking to roast a warehouse full of poor, starving, desperate drugden workers. It also wouldn't get him any answers. That ruled out flare-arrows, rocket arrows and, for that matter, acid arrows as well as well. Such was his poor grasp of chemistry and the composition of Bliss they were working with.

He drew back and released. A Putty arrow, hit one of the largest drug tables, expanding on impact and ruining the product. Two more putty arrows took care of the rest.

Naked neonates scattered, many headed for the door. A single bola arrow wrapped up the frontrunner, and he fell blocking the door.

Then the stacatto of semi-automatic rifle fire burst to life. Predictable, as always. He pulled back from the lifted plastic of the skylight after letting loose a smoke bomb arrow. Time for Position B. There's a word for a sharpshooter who only plans to stay static from a singular primary firing position - A corpse.

Clint ran across the roof to his secondary position; a lifted sheet of corrugated iron which provided a new vista over the warehouse beneath him. Men and women coughing, some lay prone. Perhaps passing out from too much excitement - which would seem unusual, if not for how starved they appeared to be. He counted six armed guards, with various weapons. With no knowledge of their level of training he decided to target them in accordance of their weapon's threat level. Two men with AR-15s were dropped in rapid succession with stun arrows. A woman with an uzi responded by firing at his initial position by the skylight. They didn't seem to realize he'd relocated yet. He downed her with another stun arrow.

One of the naked drug cooks picked up an AR-15 and started desperately spraying the roof with no clear target in mind. Clint cursed himself for leaving it in play, pulling back to avoid any stray lucky shots, before drawing an electro-arrow and firing it into the barrel of the gun. The drug cook spasmed briefly from the shock before dropping the weapon. He fired another into the trigger-guard of the other fallen AR-15 to prevent it from happening again.

"He's over there!" Calls came from below.

Clint didn't hang around to wait and see their response. Position C. He'd removed three heavily armed guards from the field, and a wild card he'd sloppily allowed into play. Three more remained if he played this right.

As he took position he now saw a fourth threat. The foreman had retreated to an office somewhere and returned with a sidearm. Clint watched how he handled it, the nerves, and recognised the awkward desperation of a man who was required to have a weapon for his position, but no real training or mind for how to use it. Hawkeye mentally prioritised him last, the guards were clearly the bigger threat as they had some level of organised training with the arms they carried.

A soldier would have set a tunnel focus on mission goals. Eliminate the three guards, disarm and interrogate the foreman in the leather jacket.

Hawkeye was nobody's soldier. And nobody would ever question his creativity, nor his skills.

The SkyCycle tore through the roof, with a purple archer firing a bevy of arrows crouching from atop its seat, with a wide grin displaying the enjoyment he gained from such a bombastic move. A sonic arrow disoriented two guards on his left, one heavy-set and a smaller one armed with a Glock. Another stun arrow took down a guard to his right. Another putty arrow eliminated his weapon from the field. He flipped over the seat and let fly a bola arrow towards the two guards. The heavy balls from the bola crashed through the jaw of the first and ricocheted into the second, knocking out the first and incapacitating the second.

Not what they were designed for... but hey, creativity is what keeps this hero stuff interesting.

Small calibre gunfire rang out. The foreman ducked back behind the cover of a supporting beam. Clint turned and smirked, drawing a fletching with a very specific arrow, eyeballing some geometric calculations and letting it loose.

"Drop the bow! I've got a gun, archer! You're outmatched!" The foreman called out, the shakiness of his voice proof that he did not even believe it himself.

He got the shock of his life when he heard a compound bow clatter to the floor, and stepped out with his sidearm drawn...

...to receive the second shock of his life. The boomerang arrow smacking the handgun out of his hands and across the floor.

Clint's smirk never left his face. He stepped forward and scooped his bow back up, approaching the man in his shimmering scaly leather jacket.

"No! Get back!" The foreman called out, backpedalling away from the Justice Leaguer. "You can't! Don't!"

"Relax. Ol' Hawkeye only has a few questions for you..."

And those were the words that doomed the man.

As Clint approached he watched in horror as the foreman's mouth started to froth and foam. Clint ran towards him, with the first signs of genuine fear in his eyes. The fear for another's well-being.

"Aww Hell, poison?! This isn't bad enough to go and poison yourself..."

He ran up and shoved his fingers down the man's mouth to try and get him to vomit... but with his final efforts the man bit his fingers to keep his secrets. His loyalties.

Desperately, Clint grabbed him from behind and attempted some haphazard form of the Heimlich manouever, only to be stopped by a handgun emptying its clip into the foreman, rendering the drug boss limp in his arms.

"No!" Clint looked up and saw the handgun in the hands of a young woman; naked, starved and wired from the drug du jour. She kept dry-firing at the foreman, and Clint raised a hand to the girl to try and calm her.

"It's Ok! Everything's going to be OK. I'm sure he put you through... all manner of Hell. Stripped you naked. Did-- God knows what to you. It's going to be alright. He can't hurt you anymore."

The young girl gave only a quizzical look to Hawkeye, wide-eyed and still on another plain of existence. And in an instant she dropped the gun, and turned and ran.

Not to the exit. Clint would have understood that. He would have been prepared, a simple net arrow would have wrapped things up nicely. But in a direction he didn't fully comprehend until too late. Towards one of the fallen guards...

_{"WAIT! NO!"}

But he was too late. The young girl had thrown herself onto the electro-arrow. Sparks flew, and whilst it would act more as a non-lethal taser shock to a person of average to high-level physique... the starved drug-workers of this facility were in nowhere near that kind of shape. She lay and twitched until there was no life left in her form, and the muscles spasmed still even afterwards.

Clint ran his hand over his masked head in despair.

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"Lord Naga," The herald messenger called out into the darkness of their leader's quarters. "It seems we have lost one of our many warehouses in the New York region. A Justice Leaguer--"

"In New York?" Kobra queried, from whereabouts unseen. "Ahhh... the Archer." He answered his own question.

"Yes, my Lord Naga! Hawkeye stumbled upon it's whereabouts and brutally--"

"The Yearling?"

"Perished, my Lord. By his own hand as is your will. As is the way. Hawkeye was left helpless trying to steal our secrets from a corpse. Your methods are most wise."

"And the Lancssseheadssss. They sssshould not talk. Have bail provided by the regular channelssss."

"Yes, my Lord Naga. But what of the Archer?"

Kobra pondered this for a moment.

"He issss not the Batman. Nor doessss he know anything. To move againsssst him for the moment would be to give him a tail to follow back to itssss head. For now we do nothing. Let him be the fool who launchessss an arrow and givessss ussss a fletching to follow back to his possssition. Sssshould he act sssso brazenly we sssshall move not with but one sssstrike, but with the full forcssse of the Ssssosssiety." He said, referring to the Serpent Society, the group's most elite strike force.

"A ssssmall error on hissss part, sssshall see him looking for an esssscape from a pit of ssssnakes."

He hesitated, basking in his sychophantic Herald's revelry for his Holy words of divine wisdom.

"...where none sssshall be pressssent, and all hope losssst."