Nightraider

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Cool post, @Nightraider.

@The New Yorker

Thanks man, same to you, really interested in seeing where you're bringing Daredevil. I'll start on my 3rd post then apply for my villain. Hint: If you read back through my posts, I've already hinted as to who he might be. Also, does anyone have a better name for the organic drive in Taskmasters head? I've been trying to think of a better name but so far, none have come up :/

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Location Helicarrier 2 Postion 15,000ft, Exact Coordinates Classified Time Index 1010 hrs March 4th 2012 Masters took the soft, red apple in his hand and bit a large chunk from the side of the oversized fruit. All around him, other agents and personnel scurried about the mess hall, meeting friends and work colleagues for their quick lunch breaks. Tony sat alone as usual. He figured most of his fellow agents had gotten sick of having to introduce themselves for the 1st time every time they met. Tony didn’t blame them. He knew how frustrating it was to have to basically relearn most of his work schedule, the layout of the hellicarrier and even the Heads of the Departments. His wrist buzzed. The tiny screen clamped to his arm lit up and displayed a small message. (Please make your way to Director Fury’s office ASAP. Please follow the map and audio instructions through the earpiece.) A small bud appeared at the top of the wrist screen. Tony gripped it between his middle and forefinger and slipped it into his ear. “Agent Masters, please make your way to Director Fury’ office. Follow the audio directions as given.” The feminine, monotone voice began relaying instructions to him, directing him to exit the mess hall and proceed along the path she laid out. Finishing off his hasty lunch, Masters rose from his seat and made his way out of the mess. As Tony made his way down the halls of the floating sky fortress, he found himself idly toying with his organo-drive’s wrist display. The little device wrapped around his arm (and the one jammed in his brain) had become his lifeline. It stored all his own personal information, information about the hierarchy of SHIELD, all his fighting techniques and empty space for mission details. Problem was that the drives memory was extremely limited so Tony was forced to forgo certain memories. Names and places he’d visited on missions, large chunks of his own past and even the names of fellow agents and partners. That’s when the photo and the name popped back into his head. Jubilee. He’d have to look her up after the briefing. Masters followed the audio directions to Fury’s office, stepping toward the steel doors as they pulled apart automatically and Masters stepping inside the room. The Directors office on Helicarrier 2 was small, dark and bare except for the desk, the contents upon it and 2 chairs. Behind said desk stood the Director himself, his back to the door, a black leather trench coat reaching the floor, the collar turned up, brushing the underside of his rough blackened hair, tinges of grey filtering through. “Sit down, Agent Masters.” Fury’s gravelly voice rasped from the shadows, bringing a disconnected image of another dark room, shadows and…restraints. Masters shook the image from his head and settled into his seat. As he did, three 6 inch holograms of costumed individuals appeared on Fury’s desk, each costume more extravagant than the last. “Do you know these men, Tony?” Masters stared at the slowly rotating images, taking in the details. One was dressed in a black jumpsuit with a mangled US flag on the chest and a single star on the mask covering his face. In his right hand was a large shield, with red, white and black stripes circling to the centre. The second was a smaller man, black skin, clothed in white pants, a blue tactical jacket and a red mask covering his eyes and part of his face. He also had a shield in his hand, this one, however, was triangular in shape, looking almost like a badge. The final looked very different to the others. He was covered entirely in a black tactical jumpsuit, a ski mask style covering his face. On the chest was a large, red X and cross reaching both shoulders. Around his waist was an old style belt holster, with 2 weapons on either side, each holding an classic 6 shooter revolver. “I don’t recognise them Sir. Although I expect you knew that?” He heard Fury chuckle and turn to face him. The large scar on the left side of his face was slightly obstructed by the patch covering that eye. The scar reached the corner of his mouth which was curled in a permanent “smirk”. Nothing on his face indicated that he was actually impressed with Masters dry humour. He raised his hand and held it over each hologram. “John Walker. Codename: USAgent.” The man with mangled flag enlarged slightly. “Eli Bradley. Codename: Patriot.” The smallest image grew to match USAgent. “Joseph Chapman. Codename: Union Jack.” The red cross image grew and tipped under Fury’s hand. Masters raised his brow, “Codenames? You mean they’re SHIELD assets?” Fury nodded, “They’re all assets like you, Masters. Meta-humans borne from experiments in our Science Division. These three were created after your incident with the SHIELD iteration of the Super Soldier Serum. A newer, less powerful formula was developed and administered to these 3 volunteers, Patriot and USAgent are both American agents and Union Jack is a part of the British contingent S.T.R.I.K.E. They’ve been on active duty for the last year as a team to help deal with the surge of meta-human and mutant activity. The team has been codenamed the Invaders.” Fury paused his briefing, waving his hand, making the holograms vanish. He pulled his chair back and sat heavily into it, rubbing his temple in slow, concentric circles, his one visible eye closed as he continued the brief. “Last week, the team was debriefed in the Triskelion after a classified incident, after which they were relieved for refreshment. It was discovered some time later that they had fled the facility and taken with them several pieces of sensitive SHIELD tech and…” Fury paused once more, opening his vivid blue eye, fixing it straight at Masters. “…and a copy of the newest iteration of the Serum formula.” “Wait, the newest? What’s new about this one?” “This version is similar to the one that you were dosed with Masters, only with none of the harmful side effects and produces augmented strength as well. It’s administered through a patch and is temporary without constant replacement, lasting approximately 1 week. The project was designated ‘AVX’ and had Level 7 clearance only. It’s unclear as how the Invaders knew of the project or why they took it. That, however, is not your concern.” Masters’ wrist screen beeped and a small loading bar appeared. Masters could almost feel his head filling with the information about the three targets. Logistics, mission background history, preferred fighting styles. One bit of the dossier drew Masters attention. “I trained Walker in his hand-to-hand? You don’t think that personal history might compromise the mission? ” Fury waved his hand dismissively. “Do you remember him? Recollect your time together? Personal history is irrelevant when one party doesn’t remember any of said history. In fact, it may give you a psychological edge.” The screen indicated the finalisation of the upload, the drive synchronising the new information with his regular brain functions, allowing him to access and sort through it with ease. “Your mission, Taskmaster?” “Locate Patriot, Union Jack and/or USAgent, ascertain the location of the AVX patches and, if necessary, eliminate rogue agents and accomplices.” Fury nodded solemnly, standing back up and turning his back once more on the asset known as Taskmaster. “That’ll be all.” Fury and the desk disappeared, just another hologram, leaving Masters in the darkened room, alone. Just another hologram. Just another ruse. Just another illusion. Masters began to wonder what in SHIELD was even real anymore. He got up and began to leave. What did it matter, he’d probably forget by the end of the day.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Sorry for basically disappearing for the last few days, when everyone else's work week ends, mine just begins -.- I'm working on my own post right now and reading through everyone else's posts so I'm up to speed. I should be setting up for the run of my 1st arc. Also weighing in on the whole "use of unused characters" conversation, I think the use of more B and C-list characters is the best way around this, mainly because we may reach a point where no one has taken these characters up and we need them to interact with the world. Like I'm playing a revamp of Taskmaster where he's an agent of SHIELD, meaning I have to deal with Fury, it's a given, right?

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Will have a post up likely by the end of Saturday. Just pondering where to start. Does anyone want to choose which of my sample story lines to start on first?

@Eru Iluvatar

I'd never tell someone else how exactly to RP but I would suggest that you start with the storyline that interests you the most and/or has the least amount of impact on your character/world. That way, you have an intro that you've enjoyed writing and one that has not changed much of your established world :)

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I'm pretty excited for it. I have a feeling Vincent D'Onofrio as Kingpin will end up being my favorite marvel villains.

@Whiskey Business

I can't wait to see how he is. I love him in Law and Order, he can bring such a raw performance to his roles.

Individual Page Selection + Ability to Delete PMs

Agreed on both counts. PM deletion is near the top of my priority list. Soon™.

@Mahz

Sweet, thanks for the acknowledgement Mahz. Praise the Creator! ;)

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Yes. After three posts, you may apply for character 2 and 3 (and they may be villains). Just don't take more than you can bite off now. ;)

@Dedonus

Don't worry, I've no intention of taking 3 characters. I do however have my eyes on a C-lister villain that I think could make an impact on the world situation you've created. I'll give a hint: He's been mentioned in my Taskmaster IC post already ;)

Individual Page Selection + Ability to Delete PMs

I think it goes without saying that a individual page selection option wouldn't go astray. If you're reading a thread and have to shut the window (updates, restarts etc) it can be a pain having to click over and over to get back to your desire page. I see this feature being more useful in the later life of the site for massively long RPs and threads. Also, the ability to delete PMs would be nice. I've got convos in my inbox from months ago that are done with, yet no way to delete them. Any chance this could be looked into for all users?

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Got my first IC post up. Hopefully I'll be able to follow on reasonably well from that. Just so I'm clear, it's 3 posts, then we get a 2nd and 3rd character slot, correct? And once we obtain both of those we can apply for Villains?

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier 2 Position: 15,000ft. Exact Coordinates Classified. Time Index: 0730 hrs March 4th 2012 His eyes snapped open. His breathing became shallow. The panic rose in his chest. What was he doing here? Where was he? Who was he? It took a few moments before the device lodged in his brain kicked in and he remembered. He was Tony Masters, he was in his room on the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier and he always hated when this happened. The organo-drive always took a split second to interact when he came conscious from sleep or being knocked out. It was an unfortunate side effect of the device and a tactical disadvantage in the field but it was unavoidable. The crossover between man and machine was a complex one and the interfacing on such a level was not without its bugs. Masters swung out of his bunk and groaned. The bruises were still fresh on his body from his last mission. It seems jumping onto a moving train from a helicopter was not a very viable option but I had been the only one. Plus the environment suited Master’s talents. He was one of the best CQB combatants that S.H.I.E.L.D. had on staff, with exception of few other super-powered agents of course, and as Captain America was on mission trailing the Red Skull, he was next in line for the job. He sat up in bed and looked along the wall the cot was attached to. Pictures covered almost every free area of it. There were pictures of places. Pictures of people. Pictures of faces. Faces that Masters couldn’t remember. He was in some of them. He reached out and grabbed one at random. He vaguely recognised the place. A city, the lights illuminated behind her. He didn’t recognise the person in the photograph though. Tony ran his thumb over the face. It was a girl. Short, dressed in a black jumpsuit. Looked like the S.H.I.E.L.D. ops uniform. The pitch black pixie cut had a single hand running through it. The movement hid a vague smile. Masters turned over the photograph. On the back, he saw handwriting. “Jubilee. One of the most immature students I’ve had. One of the finest agents I’ve had as well. Hong Kong. August 2011.” Jubilee. Masters wasn’t surprised if he’d forget the name by the end of the day. He’d just have to trust his own judgement. He stuck the picture back in place. He did know that it was a thing his doctor had recommended to help his memory and try to combat the new condition he’d identified. What was it he called it? Cognitive patching? His brain had begun “sewing” unrelated events that had been fragmented to form new memories. The condition had been discovered when, going through his post-mission memory recall exercise with the Doc, when asked who was the current President, he’d answered with “Benjamin Asher”. Upon further probing, Masters recalled an attack on the White House and wondered why S.H.I.E.L.D. had not intervened. They learned that Masters’ brain had taken a memory of a film that he’d forgotten he’d watched but not forgotten the events of and cobbled it together with real life to make sense of the rogue fragment. In short, to cope with the info, Masters’ brain had integrated it as part of reality. He still couldn’t get over that. A fictional President. Masters swung out of his cot and strode over to the sink in his room. He gripped the edges of the sink bowl as the water ran from the tap. Masters, as one of the top meta-human agents in SHIELD, had been leading the task force in dealing with the public reaction to meta-humans and mutants. Already there were extremist anti-mutant groups popping up in the public eye, the most media focused being the so-called “Purifiers”. They’d already been linked to the deaths of several people who’d been suspected of being mutants. SHIELD also had its eye on an millionaire mogul named Bloom. Fury, however, had taken Masters from his normal set-up in the Triskelion to the Helicarrier. He’d gone to Fury and asked why he’d been moved, Fury had simply said that “information on a new threat had surfaced.” Masters looked up into the mirror in front of him. He didn’t know what Fury wanted the Taskmaster for or what this new threat was, but if it was enough to stop Masters dealing with this worsening national panic, it was definitely going to be bad.