Jones Sparrow

Agents of the West (A Wild West RP)

Prologue

If you're plannin' on going out west, there are a few things you gotta know. The Wild West is one beautiful, and fucked up mistress.

A large wagon, with a group of horseback riders surrounding it, charged down a desert path. They were being chased by a single man with a handkerchief over his face, desperate to keep up. He wore a black vest, a sweat stained collared shirt, dirt stained dress pants and match brown boots.

The rider caught up to the wagon, pulling out a pistol. "William McDonnell! I've come for you!" the man screamed, taking out his gun and aiming at the gang members riding. He squeezed off a shot and immediately leaned over to the opposite side of his horse, hiding behind it.

And the people inhabiting this land are a lot more fucked up than Lady West.

A horseman made his way close to the stranger, aiming his gun at him. The stranger sat right side up again, still ducked, and then closed the gap inbetween the two. The stranger lifted up the man's shooting arm, sending a bullet into the sky. With his other hand, the masked man grabbed a large knife from his belt and stabbed him in the shoulder, pushing him off.

Now the Lord and Lady West know I ain't a saint... But I do do work that no other man nor woman would ever wanna do.

The masked man gained speed as he got parallel to the carriage. The driver looked at him with hatred as he tried to aim his gun at the man. He slowed down just in time to dodge a bullet, and he steered the horse to go on the other side. He got close to the wagon, and reached his hand out to try and grab the roof of it, very slowly and with difficulty standing up on his horse.

No I don't claim bounties, or wear a fancy little badge claimin' I run a washed down town no bigger than my pinky toe.

A bullet hit the masked man's horse, and the animal tumbled down and got left behind as the carriage raged on, and the man now held on to it for dear life. He found a foothold on the small window on the side, and he managed to climb on top of the wagon. He put his belly to the wood as the driver tried to shake him off, and reload his gun at the same time. The stranger climbed to the front, trying to wrestle the gun out of the man's hand, as well as the reigns as bullets continued to fly.

I work for the United States Government."

The driver was shot, and the horses continued on, even faster now due to the loud gunshots. The stranger tried to calm the horses down, but to no avail. Just then a large rough hand grabbed the stranger from his neck, and threw him backwards. The masked man managed to hold on to the roof still, and looked up to see the ugliest and dirties man he had ever seen. He was bald, his eyes dark and cruel. He had a large tobacco stained beard, and a gruesome scar across his face. He bared his yellow missing teeth in what seemed to be a snarl. "You's the son'bitch gov'met man killin' my boys?"

Now I know what you're probably thinkin'. What the hell is a federal agent doing so far out West? Why ain't he collecting taxes and sitting at a desk doing paperwork? I'm not an ordinary federal agent.

The masked man's first punch did nothing to the man's stomach. He moved swiftly out of the way of a giant fist, and tried another quick punch to the gut to him only laughing. William McDonnell picked up the man with ease, and threw him downward hard onto the carriage top, the wood giving in, and the man taking a trip down into the carriage.

Washington D.C. realized just how cruel and fucked up Lady West was, so President Grant himself handpicked me and a few other gentlemen and women, to venture out onto the Range, and tidy things up. A lot of people gave in to the Mistress, by death or corruption, but me? I am mighty fine at my job, and sticking with it.

The stranger was exactly where he wanted to be. The carriage was filled with goods, and explosives, and lit by a lamp, but the only thing he was concerned about was... He stood up and saw on a barrel of dynamite was a large bag. The man tossed the bag over his shoulder, and started for the door... Until a hand grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. William McDonnell had made his way down in the cart with him. He continued to smash the man's body into the side of the cart, and unknown to the both of them, the lamp fell over, and setting fire to a bag of goods. The stranger fell to the ground after a hit, saw the fire, and his eyes went wide with fear.

I've been doin this for a while now, meeting some of my fellow comrades along our path, but we usually keep to ourselves.

The stranger could only hold on to the bag at this point, but he wasn't giving in. He threw a few punches, and kicks, but his ultimate goal was to get closer to the door, and make sure that McDonnell was in between him and the fire. McDonnell wasn't a smart man, so he only noticed the smell and heat of the fire until it was too late. The carriage exploded, sending the two men flying out of it.

We don't always work alone. We usually assemble a group of locals to help us any chance we can. People out for justice, revenge, money, it doesn't really matter, as long as our job gets finished at the end of the day. And when everything's said and done our group disbands and we find more willing to help. But some stay.

The whole side of the masked stranger's body was covered in soot and ash, his clothes, thick brown hair, and beard were still smoking. He winced at the pain as he tried to sit up, but once he did he looked around at his surroundings.He managed to live due to the gang leader's body, which was a mess next to him. Debris from the wagon was everywhere, anyone next to the carriage was also either dead or unconscious. The bag was a few feet away, and the stranger grabbed it, letting out a grunt of pain, and pulling out a pocket watch. He was still on time.

The man limped over to the closest horse he could, climbed on board, and rode his way back towards the direction they came, back to the town. He had a delivery to make.

My name is Henry Leopold Adams. Friends call me Leo, people in the west call me the Coyote. I was fortunate enough to get a nickname by Lady West, while others of my profession aren't so lucky to get one while living. This ain't an easy job, and many call it a lost cause. They say no one can tame the West, not even the United States... But not even Lady West can escape Lady Liberty.

So if you didn't want to read the long (and possibly confusing) little thing I wrote, I want to make a Wild West RP!!

It'll take place sometime in the early 1870's, and the whole idea behind it is that a few very skilled and trained men and women were hired by the government to travel out west and try to tame the wild. That could be by taking down crime organizations, corrupt officials, helping towns and settlements, and a ton of other things. These officials are usually stationed in their own little zones, so they tend to not work together, but they hire people to help them with their work.

It could be Native Americans, townsmen, anyone that's within the West is fair game. And they don't always have to be bought with money. They could be looking for revenge and so the agents offer them justice, people may want redemption, or just want the thrill of the adventure or since the agents have a few strings they can pull, they can negotiate offers with people depending on what it is!

Its a fairly simple plot, but I thought it'd be fun, and the possibilities on where this goes is endless!! And of course any specific questions about the RP, whether thoughts or comments I'll respond with and try to give an answer!

The Marauders

Doing well! I finally have free time and I'm finally able to catch up on some things around the site!!

How're you, @Akayaofthemoon??

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

As soon as DareDevil stopped Lexi from walking Spider-Man was about to look at the man and push him away... But he didn't. The main reason was because his spider senses didn't go off when he did so. The two stared at each other for a while, but the fact that Peter couldn't see the man's eyes made him feel a bit uncomfortable. But he also wears a full mask, so who was he to judge? Spider-Man's head tilted a bit at his response. "Uh... Okay.." He replied, before Lexi made her way into the building through the ducts. "So, how do you want to approach this?" DareDevil asked, his hearing keeping a steady focus on the faint footsteps, but also his god daughter.

"I have an idea... but I'll need to give you a piggy back real quick."

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The silent footsteps of the super trained mercenaries walked through the main room of the Daily Bugle. Getting in was a simple task, and finishing their mission seemed to be even simpler. The five men walked very quietly, scanning the room and checking the other offices before walking towards the door of the J.J. Jameson. The office light was still on as the leader of the squad put his hand on the door knob, and very silently pushed it open to reveal...

The room was empty. The leader stepped in, looking at the corners. No one was in the room, the desk was filled with papers, the chair looked away from the door, and only the lamp gave light into the room. Just then the chair turned around to reveal Spider-Man sitting casually in it. "Hey, guys. I like the team outfits, looks menacing." Spider-Man dodged a bullet shooting out of the silenced gun, as two more of the men tried to rush into the door, just then the door was kicked in their face. Daredevil was hiding behind it, and he immediately smacked the leader in the face with his baton. In the seat in the corner behind Daredevil was Peter's boss, tied up in web, his mouth shut, but that didn't stop him from screaming and his face turning red.

Peter saw the door opened and two of the men aimed at the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Peter shot two strings of web at their guns, and pulling them diagonally, the silenced guns shooting into the ground.

He knew Lexi would appear any minute to give a surprise from above, he was looking forward to this little fight that was going to go down.

Robin Hood (EasilyAmused & Jones Sparrow)

For someone who has never been to a game, Robert thought, Marian sure knew how to fit in with the crowd! She was a natural, and beautiful as she cheered, moaned after a bad call, leapt out of her seat in joy, and laughing together as they both took turns shouting insults to the opposing batter up on the plate. He wondered if the Governor would look into his wallet and find the note early, and end the game early because of "security." He wondered if this would be enough for Little John to get off his back. He wondered if Marian was having a great time with someone she once couldn't stand. The only way this game would be perfect is if--

The crowd started to go crazy as a ball came flying into the stands, directly towards them. Marian commented on how they wouldn't be able to catch it, but Robert's green eyes stared intensely at the ball, he got out his glove, got out of his seat, and without looking away, leapt into the aisle, and started to run up the stairs, trying to predict where the ball was going. He accidentally knocked over a popcorn vendor, and slid through a couple walking back to their seats. He got to the top of the stairs, and saw the ball was going to the next level of seats above... No! It was falling just below that! The ball was going to hit the concrete wall that served as the barrier for the upper stands.

Robert wasn't really thinking. He spent a lot of years learning small skills to navigate the busy New York Streets. He ran towards the nearest column, jumping up, bent his leg on the concrete, then kicked off, his arm fully extended as he reached for the ball!

He landed with a small roll, but made contact with another column as he hit the ground. Dazed, he looked around to hear cheering from everywhere. He looked down to see the ball in his glove. He gave a large grin, his eyes blurry from hitting his head, but glad that he was able to catch it. It was a great gift for Marian.

Hopefully the little stunt he pulled didn't look too impressive. It wasn't a huge jump, just a simple trick.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

The two crime fighters agreed that Robin should go at her first to see what she's capable of, it was a very small but somewhat heated argument. They were like brothers to each other, so it was the back and forth for a second silently, until Dick glared at him, indicating that his words were law.

The two started to fight for quite a while, Nightwing watching every move, but letting Robin give her tips while fighting. He couldn't help but feel the weight of dread as when they activated the clock tower, they also activated the suit racks. It always had a suit ready just in case they needed it... Especially the iconic Batman one. The cowl was empty but he could see where Bruce's square jaw and blue eyes would fit in perfectly. It was as if he was watching her fight too. He had to take a chance on Abbie. He didn't know why, but he felt compelled to help her. Abbie said something about protecting someone she loves, which made everyone hesitate for a second, letting Abbie hit Tim in the face. Nightwing smirked a bit and clapped from the corner of the mat.

"Alright tough guy, tap me in." He said mockingly at Robin as he got up and slapped Dick's hand. "Alright now that you're warmed up, time for the main event." Nightwing got into fighting stance, his hands out. "For example, never strike first, playing defense in the very beginning will open up a lot more opportunities to you, how they fight, what their favorite hand is, whether they dodge or counter." Nightwing explained, and without warning he leapt at her with lightning speed, swinging a fist but also lifting up a knee, curious to see how she would handle it.

"Who taught you to fight, by the way?" Robin asked from the corner of the mat, his arms crossed, obviously a little upset that he got hit.

The Marauders

Post whenever you guys are able, or feel inspired!

And my viewpoint is always quality over quantity! I'm glad you guys are still interested!

The Marauders

haha yes indeed!

But for real if you guys want to spend a few posts talking and drinking and recovering for the briefing, I'm cool with whatever though!

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

"Hey, what can I say? I may be a crime fighting super hero, but first and foremost I'm a teenage guy filled with hormones." Peter replied to her remark, his face turning a bit red. "And also I don't need your sass. I'm the sassy one in this relationship." Peter added, before putting his hands on her waist as she pressed up against him. "If I had known that I could get away with things like that, I would have started dating you much sooner." There was sarcasm in Peter's voice, he went in to kiss Lexi until the bell stopped them, which wasn't much of a surprise. Everything was out to end their little moments together.

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Was Peter nervous? When he was Spider-Man, not much did. Tonight was an exception though. He was trying to prevent an assassination of his boss, while working with another vigilante. The New York super hero club was now up to three (not counting the Avengers). Daredevil was the second to arrive on the rooftop. "Looks like you believed my story. Its a weird feeling." The masked man said with laughter in his voice. He walked up next to Lexi, kneeling down himself and letting his ears channel through the streets of Manhattan. "Where is the other one?" Daredevil asked, his head moving to look at Lexi. It was hard for the man not to be concerned about his goddaughter, and even harder not blow his cover.

"Here! I am here!" Spider-Man yelled as he landed on the roof, walking over to the two of them. "Sorry, I had to talk to uh... HQ before I made it over here." Spider-Man said, rubbing the back of his masked head as he took a seat next to Lexi. Of course "HQ" was explaining to Aunt May where he was off to a this time of the night. "So, what's the plan?" Spidey asked, excitement in his voice.

"We wait."

"Oh..."

"You sound disappointed."

"What? No! I've always wanted to sit on a rooftop for hours hanging out with people in a cat and devil outfit."

And so, the night went like that. The light in J.J.'s office was on, the night didn't change whatsoever, and there was a lot of awkward silences. Peter would almost ask Lexi how she thought she did on a test they took, or asking if she wanted to study at his place or hers tomorrow, or just regular things, but Big Bad Devil was over their shoulders. Peter would walk along the side of the building, and doing trick web shots.

"So, you think I could try those nunchucks out someti--"

"No."

"Aw come on! those aren't the kind you get at karate class!"

"Which is exactly why I won't let you use them."

"Look, I'll trade ya! One nun chuck, and I'll give you a web shooter! Tradesees! People talk about them all the time! They can turn into a staff, and can bounce off walls, that's Captain America grade stuff!"

"Be quiet."

"You don't have to get snappy with me--"

"No, the building. Something's wrong."

Spider-Man walked over to the edge again, looking at the office. "What? It's just the same thing we've been looking at." Spider-Man said, looking at him. Daredevil then looked at Black Cat. "Do you hear it too?" The Devil of Hell's Kitchen asked to her. "In the building. There's footsteps. Very very faint. They aren't Jameson, they'd be louder."

Peter finally understood what was happening. The assassins managed to get into the building, and were about to complete their mission.

The Marauders

The interaction between Tango and Jen made him smirk a bit, Tango simply shook his head. "It is quite alright, 'Jen', I was not programmed to be a pilot, but due to one of the first missions under Captain Chase's command, the technological members of the crew imported a makeshift pilot program into my core." Tango said this information as if it was light talk. Ray crossed his arms as Jen looked at the coordinates. It was in a sector that wasn't very explored, but from what the data told them from previous exploration, it was dangerous. Ray nodded, staring only at the map. "Yeah, that's the place."

Raymond's guilt cut deeper now, he barely knew Jen, and he was asking her to fly them to one of the most dangerous sectors in the galaxy. He would be going against Committee orders as well. Was finding his sister that important?

"Just leave, Ray... And please. Don't try to find me."

If that planet really was dangerous, and if the signals coming from it were really S.O.S. calls, he had to help her. He needed to.

"Captain, the Committee has given us the green light to leave port." Tango said, sitting back down in the co-pilot seat. "Alright. Tell everyone to meet up in the main deck. I want to give a mission brief before we go..."

The Marauders

Finally got a post up!!! It was fun to get back into this RP, and I'm honestly super fortunate to be telling this story with you guys. I read a few posts from the past, and I love all these characters and their personalities and its just really cool haha

I also tried to make up an acronym for Tango, and hopefully it makes sense, its pretty late here XD