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What Are You Listening To?

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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“You can thank the void that you have a use in this world.” Galiel glared at the young woman, unamused by her petulant angst.

The life she had chosen was harsh and necessary, but it was one she had taken into her hands away from a life of luxury in the capital. Of the hunters he had met before the horde of void met with Uhladein’s walls she had been one of two he knew by reputation alone. And she was the worst of them all–a Midnosian.

Uhladein had always been significant and independent. It served as the western fortress as part of Edelen, a buffer state between Midnos and Aulrithia. Since Aulrithia’s fall to the void it became even more important as the void swallowed more and more of the imperial heartlands. He had been a young man when that day happened. Any sort of empathy he had for anyone, let alone soulless weapons crafted by dark magicks was null. This wasn’t to say he didn’t appreciate the void hunters, but their sacrifice was something that wasn’t forced on them. It was their choice, whoever they were before. Galiel was a pyromancer and an old one at that. Had he not been he would not have survived his involvement in the war and he wouldn’t be the most important person in the city as it stood.

Without pyromancers the void would have everything. In his view, women like Quinnlash should know their place.

His eyes moved back to the flame as the younger pyromancers took to tending to it. The fire elemental’s crystalline core glowing bright and shooting flame into the sky. Most of his apprentices were young, but they would get over their nerves. He just hoped the next time the void struck at them they would have steel in their resolve instead of mud.

He moved to one of the window arches as he looked across the city. There would be a need of geomancers to repair the damages. He would have to make a request as everything in the stronghold of a city got back to normal.

“I’m sure the Pyromancer-Queen would be disappointed if she heard you talking to me like this.” He coldly remarked as he looked toward the walls. “I’d be quick to tell her if you choose to keep irritating me. Now, be a good girl, and go downstairs and convene with the others. I’ll have your orders soon.”

You Can Become a Hero!

Location: Outside Ishin Academy, Sapporo

@Asura

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“You know, I hear smoking’s bad for you.”

A voice cracked through the cold, Hokkaido morning as a girl approached the cigarette-smoking girl, with a cup of ramen in her hand.

Hidaka Honoka wasn’t much of one to keep her thoughts in her head. It was a new thing she had been trying ever since she had taken the trip from her village in the deepest part of Hokkaido to Sapporo. In this case, she had failed at that practice, though she didn’t think it’d do much good. She had read manga from the local library in her village, so she was expecting to run into someone like this in the city at some point. A depressed loner smoking outside of the school? It was a pretty common thing as far as she knew.

“You’re too bored to wait in the event hall, too, huh?” Honoka mused, trying to change the topic while the girl blankly stared at her for a few seconds as she leaned back against a tree, moving the noodle-laden chopsticks to her lips. No need to keep the conversation about her health. The girl was dangerous and Honoka didn’t want to seem lame and judgy.

Besides, she knew what it was like feeling anxious about a new place. She had spent more time in Sapporo than she had inside the gates of Ishin.

For Honoka, it had been a lot of practicing and getting used to the city. She was from Hokkaido so if she was going to seem like the cool, approachable city girl and not the lame, weird country girl she was she needed to practice; and with practice came familiarity. She had spent weeks making sure her bumpkin accent didn’t accidentally sneeze outside of her lips. That was hard. The posture and look would come second. Hopefully, the girl in front of her didn’t have some kind of quirk that allowed her to see right through Honoka. That’d blow her cover. If she did... she’d probably cry a little on the inside. And the outside.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

I guess if we are speaking generally about plans, I'm going to say I've got some reworks in mind for the Kree and Shi'ar in terms of how their society functions, but generally they are still problems. They are still empires overall. I've decided to not put Carol and the Kree as adversaries in this version so I'll have my hands in the Kree pie pretty heavily. The big theme of Carol in the current state of things is her juggling Earth and the greater interstellar universe as best as she can, which leads to a lot of strife alongside her own emotional trauma issues and so forth.

I'm hoping to bring some nuance to the Kree and Shi'ar, when they are a lot of the time depcited pretty black-and-white, so hopefully I'll pull it off.

Really excited to working with Sep, Andy, and co. about those kind of things.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Hell hath no fury like a Gowi approved.

@Bounce

Be careful with mocking me, fire boy. Hmph.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Since awakening strange cosmic powers from a device called the Psyche-Magnetron, Carol Danvers has done her best to do right by the people of Earth–and anyone in the greater cosmos that doesn’t have someone to protect them. It’s been a tough job, but it has been her duty.

The years since the Chitauri Invasion of Earth have not been easy. After helping fend off the alien invasion, Carol found herself as one of the central members of a defensive initiative that would come to be known as the Avengers. However, as the years would come and go Carol would find herself struggling to deal with her own mental alacrity and her role as a protector of Earth when her Kree heritage dragged her several galaxies away at a time, dealing with crisis after crisis. Some of them inherent to the danger of Earth and some of them not. It begs the question as she gets older, a question that has been asked by her friends in the United States military. How can she be the protector of Earth when she’s three galaxies away solving an intergalactic crisis or fending off a cosmic horror?

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The last time I played Carol Danvers she was mostly relegated to Earth stories and I’ve been in a particular science fiction sort of mood in recent weeks. As I’m getting back into a writing groove I’m hoping this won’t come across too clumsy as well. I’ve looked at some of the modern rewrites with Carol between the 616 and MCU as well as thought about how I’d interpret some of her rogues, their space empires, and everything inbetween. As it appears we are getting a few space-faring heroes this’ll also allow me to not be completely isolated going forward.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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I'm not particularly good most of the time at planning fifteen arcs in advance, so consider that most of the below will be constantly developing as ideas come-and-go and as they happen in my posts throughout the role-play.

Timeline

2010 - Carol Danvers encounters the Psyche-Magnetron and wakes up in a Kree Medical Facility on Hala. She learns of the Greater Universe and the strange powers the now destroyed device had supposedly given her.

2011 - Carol is thrust into intergalactic conflicts when a plan by the Skrulls implicates the Kree in the destruction of a Shi’ar fortress. War is avoided, though Carol is firmly placed in the galactic consciousness as a result.

2018 - The Avengers battle Graviton on Earth while Carol fends off a Zn'rx invasion on a distant planet.

2021 - The Kree Empire has been making a series of unusual moves disrupting the status quo.

2022 - Shi'ar-Kree conflicts become tense after a few border skirmishes occur following Ronan the Accuser's Armada moving toward the Orion-Cygnus Arm.

Allies of Note

Galen-Kor - A Kree military official Carol has had to work with in the past.

Jessica Drew - Carol’s closest friend (and biggest critic) within the United States government, an agent of SHIELD who as of recently has become disturbed with the escalating anti-mutant sentiment growing in the United States.

Dr. Michael Barnett - Operating out of New York City, Dr. Barnett serves as Carol's therapist and psychologist when the need arises.

Minn-Erva - A Kree scientist who is responsible for a lot of the current developments of Kree weapons, often cold and aloof with Carol due to her involvement with Kree politics. The two tolerate one another.

William Bridges - One of Carol's former mentors while she worked within the American military and currently an operational advisor of the Avengers Initiative.

Rogues Gallery

Cal'syee / Deathbird - The daughter of Majestor Neramani of the Shi’ar, Cal'syee has sworn revenge against her sister and the current Majestrix of the Shi’ar Empire. Carol has worked with her, begrudgingly, in the past to halt the Shi’ar’s plans for intergalactic conquest.

Ronan the Accuser - A Kree fanatic who is one of the most intelligent tacticians that the empire has produced. He does view Carol as part of the empire and there have been very violent disagreements between the two in the past. Carol suspects he is the greatest danger to the Kree, though she has yet been able to prove his intentions are dubious.

Titannus / The Super-Skrull - A Skrull without the ability to shapeshift who was sent to the Milky Way to pull Carol Danvers away from Kree space to enact their plans.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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The following is something I just decided to draw up, haha:

My Hider

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It had been close to ten years since Carol had talked to her father.

Part of her thought it hadn’t been long enough. Another part screamed at her for being a bad daughter. Another part made a snide comment about Joe’s ability as a father. It was like a Three Stooges play in her head, only far more gloomy and melodramatic. But that was Carol’s relationship with her father.

She never really came to terms with her feelings and the two of them never really could have that honest conversation she had hoped for before she went off on her own. There was always that nagging in the back of her head, like a mixtape on loop–repeating the ‘greatest hits’ of her life. The smashed glass of a bottle of whiskey on the kitchen floor. The yelling, the terrible incomprehensible yelling. The rambling about her mother leaving them without a care in the world. It was classic misogyny wrapped up in a bow of remorse and confusion. Her brothers didn’t know how to deal with it, so all Carol could do was one of two options: stare it back in the face and deal with the consequences or go somewhere else until the tantrum was over and the alcohol finally let him sleep.

Sometimes she’d be entire galaxies away and his god damn echo would be there, behind her, and she’d feel like she was ten years old again. It was a rotten feeling. She hated it. Wanted nothing to do with it.

She never thought she’d actually be back home to see him. She felt small, but she also knew this was her last chance for some kind of closure. Some kind of talk.

She sighed to herself, “I guess I'm on my way back home. Whether I like it or not.”

You Can Become a Hero!

Location: Event Hall, Ishin Academy

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“Tch. Moron.”

The interaction was stupid and normally she would not have cared too much, but Yoshiba was already in one of her moods.

So annoying.

Yoshiba turned back toward the podium, as if the half hour plus of time was going to go by in seconds.

But she did wonder how long it would be until the headmaster demanded silence and everyone’s attention to go on about their pointless introductory speech. Why not just get to the point? This wasn’t a normal school, this was a hero academy, so why operate like it was some sort of basic primary school for the quirkless? Why waste everyone’s time with spectacles like this? If it were up to her, none of this would even be a “thing” and students would be ushered into their classrooms to get real work done. Had Yoshiba not wanted to be seen as the best, as indicated by her front and center appearance, she would’ve skipped out on the ceremony outright. She could tolerate sidekicks acting like idiots and being bored if it was going to get her recognized as the only hero worth noting. Which was exactly, in her mind, the truth of the matter.

She obviously was excited to get her hero career started and the anxiety of living up to her mother and father was a big task. The air in Sapporo was cold, frost-laden, and uncomfortable. There was no doubt in her mind she would make it in Ishin, no matter the obstacles, but she didn’t know what kind of pro-heroes or discarded has-beens she would be dealing with as would-be teachers. Her future was uncertain, or rather how she was going to get to her future was. She didn’t like that. Everyone in the orphanage spat on her and called her names. Told her she would be nobody. Just the thought of her time in that place made her blood boil. Her hair reacted to this emotion, twitching ever more furiously as she gritted her teeth.

She should have choked the pretentious mean girl with her tentacles. That would have made certain she treated her like the #1 Hero she was instead of the weak orphan she used to be.

That girl, whoever she was, had just made an enemy for life.

Steal Away The Light

Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches

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When the smoke cleared there was a quiet, understanding celebration.

The void melted into nothing and the bodies of the corrupted turned into ash and bone. The only thing that remained on the battlefield were the remains of what once was. The void, whatever it was, could not rebuild from nothing. It was a taint, a corruption from a place that was not of this world. The soldiers who survived the rush of corrupt goblins and roclings nearly fell to their knees. The remaining hunters finally were allowed a moment of rest. But just a moment. All of them were aware that the pyromancers would have more tasks soon enough and that another fight was on the next horizon. But for now, moments later after the final rush there was peace.

It didn’t look like much of a peace. But they could get their bearings while the pyromancer in charge of the flame, the master pyromancer, prepared his thoughts and his stamina for the next day. The reprieve might’ve felt empty. Only a few of the hunters returned to Uhladein where they had met, albeit briefly, before the fight began.

But that was the reality of the world.

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