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Current So, what are we, some kind of suicide squad..?

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@Chaotic Chao, my suggestion; let them start the game, then have the villains interrupt it.
~ Ajax Barnes/Weaver


The young super took a sip from his glass bottle in order to facilitate the digestion of the last slice of pizza, his gaze fixed on Garbage as he did so. How low should your self-esteem be to name yourself 'Garbage', he thought, throwing the empty bottle on one of the cans. He could trash talk (see what I did there?) about her all day, but he couldn't deny that she worked fast. His only response to her reply regarding his order was a nod, followed by a smirk, a genuine one. He thought of raising his glass in a mock celebratory gesture, only to hang his head low once he realized he had tossed the bottle away. He could be an idiot sometimes.

Ajax almost jumped once Garbage laid down her invitation to join her paintball team, but he held himself at the last moment. He was mildly surprised to hear her refer to him by his alias, even though he sharply recalled that he never disclosed that piece of information with her. However, he did not make a big deal out of it. She most likely asked around about her teammates. It was also something Ajax would do, if he wasn't so hastily shoved in that flying metal container. His sight veered off into Heather as she was also asked to join Garbage's team. As a brash 17 year old kid who had no prior contact with another Gifted, Ax was truly fascinated by her powers. He was staring at her for a prolonged time, in a manner that was probably inappropriate. He wanted to know how much her powers had affected her personality. He could guess that it was a lot, as so far he only detected small traces of a personality. He visibly shook his head, essentially spilling out all the perturbing thoughts out of his head. His eyes changed location yet again, this time moving back to Garbage. His lips curved upwards for a blink and you'll miss it moment, until he opened his mouth to speak.

"Eh, what the hell. I need to hone these powers somehow. I'll join in."
I also apologize for my inactivity. I'll throw in a big, juicy post in a few minutes. Or hours.
In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Apparently, this isn't working out guys. The pace's moving slow for a new RP (last post was two days ago), all the interested participants just disappeared without a trace and we need at least two more to even count this as a large group RP. So, I'm gonna have to pronounce it dead.

I especially apologize to @Polyphemus, who actually put some effort in his character and post. I may try a reboot in the future, but for now this one's closed.
In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Boboclown98, your guy's in, although for future reference let the GM decide your CS' fate before throwing it in the Characters section.
- The Bowery, Gotham


A man paced himself towards his car, holding a grocery bag like it's something dear to him. Then again, food was pretty scarce in The Bowery, arguably the most messed up part of Gotham. His appearance was that of a middle-aged man, probably around his mid-40s, with graying hair on the side and black bags under his eyes. He looked both sides before boarding his car, placing the grocery bag on the front seat. He closed the door and made himself comfortable, inspecting his hair in the car's rearview mirror. Took him long enough, but he finally noticed the shadowy figure on the back seat. He was startled, but the cold barrel of a gun on the back of his head kept him composed.

"Don't. Move!" Derrick commanded, ruffling the man's hair with his Five-Seven.

"W-Who..How did you enter?", the man stumbled on his words.

"Magic." Derrick replied, his reverberating voice deprived of emotion. It made a nice addition to his fear factor.

"Wait a minute.. I know you."

"Of course you do, numbnuts." Derrick removed his mask, allowing the man to get a better look at him. His voice was reverted to the normal, human-sounding tone. "It's me."

"Derrick?", the man queried in surprise while looking at the rearview mirror. "I thought you were locked up."

Derrick threw a folded cable on the front seat, as it unfurled on the grocery bag. The man glanced at it but was careful to not make any sudden movements. He didn't want to provoke an aggressive response from his assailant. "What is that?"

"Wire rope. It was part of my suit, but it just recently snapped. I need you to fix it or find a replacement for it - your choice." Derrick calmly replied while scouting the outside environment. He could handle felons. He was more worried about a GCPD patrol, as unlikely as that was.

"That's gonna cost me money, D. I may need a considerable fee for m-"

"How about I let you live? Is that a good enough fee for you?!" The gun pressed harder on the man's head, causing him to squeal and close his eyes out of fear. Derrick's tone got uncharacteristically aggressive for a moment, but even then it was more like tranquil fury. He barely raised his voice.

"Okay, okay, Jesus! You know, you could have made this request without all these theatrics." The man's voiced cracked while he exclaimed.

"I don't know about that, Victor. I heard you expanded your business. That you have no more time for old friends." Derrick smiled, putting on his mask. "I'll be at your workshop early tomorrow. If you don't make this happen by then, we'll have a problem. Understood?"

The man, Victor, swallowed, the look on his face priceless. He was so scared at that point you could cut his fear with a knife. He tried to regain his composure and respond to Derrick's demand, but all he could come up with was a faint, whimpering "OK."

The gun was removed from his head, the door popped open and without uttering a word, Spider disappeared into the night. Victor sighed, then his head dropped down on the steering wheel. He never thought an encounter with an old regular would leave him so visibly shaken.
Short post, but I really have no idea what to write.
~ Ajax Barnes/Weaver


Ajax always thought that the radiation wave that swept the world only affected people on the inside. It was not until he had a meet-up with all the oddballs in Saturn Prison that he actually realized the permanent consequences it etched on those less unfortunate. Ax made it easy; he had an underdeveloped power, but it took four months of active vigilantism for him to get identified as a Gifted. Even then, the Saturn staff couldn't believe he was capable of causing any harm. But then he came across Heather who was technically a disembodied voice, and that fascinated him, especially considering she...or it, was also a Gifted. Then entered another Gifted, a female. She had a very confident aura surrounding herself, almost as if she'd been on the facility before. She reached for a slice of pizza, prompting Ajax to do the same. He'd forgot there was pizza around. As "Garbage, apparently that was her alias, talked about her role in the team, Ajax froze, a slice of pizza on his right hand and a bottle of coke on his left. His Weaver alter ego always wore a makeshift costume he hastily put together. He never had a chance to get into something more comfortable and adaptational to a battle situation.

"Hey, is it possible you could build a costume that can somehow propel ropes from itself?" Ajax queried, fitting the delicious slice of pizza in his mouth. If there was anything he needed, it was that. It would indirectly enhance his ability and provide him a tactical advantage.
In CLOSED. 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@LordZellYes, it is. And we are in need of characters.

@PolyphemusWord of advice; since I don't want to off your character so early in the RP, don't let him go to his house. I'm gonna have RedWatch on his tail from now on. Had no idea you'd go Rambo in the first post.

Sorry. I thought I'd land a post by yesterday, but real life's sort of overwhelmed me. I'll get a post up early tomorrow for sure.
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