It is. Thanks for being willing to correct the mistake. :)
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Spidey isn't my character, he's Asuu's. Mine is Cyclops.
But yeah, there's a lot wrong with that post as far as both writing courtesy and narrative consistency. You can't dictate another writer's character without their permission.
But yeah, there's a lot wrong with that post as far as both writing courtesy and narrative consistency. You can't dictate another writer's character without their permission.
Then you'll probably want to edit the post to something that isn't dictating another character's canon.
Scott hated crowds. Like, really hated them. They were easily in the top three things he hated, and only preceded by James Howlett and small metal tubes that tended to get everyone inside them killed if they happened to be ruptured by, oh, say... uncontrollable eye beams of instant obliteration. Or something of that nature. So when he'd received the details of the meeting place and the group's HQ, it would have been an understatement to say he was less than thrilled. A submarine floating in the ocean just off a public beach. The only way this could get worse was if Wolverine showed up. What were they even thinking with a submarine? At least if it was an airplane he'd still have his powers to help slow his fall, but in a submarine you were pretty much done as soon as the hull snapped in two. Which it was definitely bound to do at some point, given the team of former supervillains he'd been told he'd be working with. Stick a bunch of psychopaths in a big metal tube under the ocean. Whose brilliant idea was that?
Then again, it would be a great way to thin the herd if they got out of hand. Maybe the selection of locale was more intelligent than he gave it credit for, though it still brought to mind the theme of a certain graphic novel turned film adaptation.
Either way, he was here now and he wasn't going back. He watched several figures along the shoreline arrive and plunge into the sea as he finished checking his tank, then fitted the mouthpiece and dropped over the side of his almost pitiably small boat. It had been big enough for his purposes, but was still so small it would likely be lost in the surf once the waves grew choppy. He'd only needed it the once though, so he wasn't going to be put out by its loss.
He'd foregone the goggles normally used by scuba divers, instead relying on a much lesser known aspect of his vision-based abilities. Ever so slightly, he lessened the psionic barrier between this realm and the one his power originated from, and his eyes took on a decidedly menacing hue of glowing crimson. The world before him turned to shades of red, but his gaze cut through the murk as easily as its full power could slice through a steel I-beam, illuminating the surrounding waters for him while the only thing others would see is two faintly glowing red spots, and that only if their eyes were exceptionally keen. Night vision of a sort, though a sort that only he could perceive at such a low intensity.
When he reached the sub, he was unsurprised to discover that they'd taken the precaution of installing biometric security, and equally unsurprised that his DNA was already in the system. When SHIELD really wanted something, there were no lengths they wouldn't go to in order to get it.
Once inside, he began divesting himself of the scuba gear as the hot air dried his wetsuit, which was actually his armored body glove, then dropped the gear next to the airlock door as he left and made his way to his quarters, room 7-A. Inside, he found the rest of his usual kit and stripped out of the body glove, replacing it with sweatpants and a white t-shirt. A voice came over the intercom informing him that it would be 20 minutes until the briefing, so he set about looking over his weapons and armor while he waited, just to make sure none of it had been tampered with after SHIELD got their grubby hands on it.
Then again, it would be a great way to thin the herd if they got out of hand. Maybe the selection of locale was more intelligent than he gave it credit for, though it still brought to mind the theme of a certain graphic novel turned film adaptation.
Either way, he was here now and he wasn't going back. He watched several figures along the shoreline arrive and plunge into the sea as he finished checking his tank, then fitted the mouthpiece and dropped over the side of his almost pitiably small boat. It had been big enough for his purposes, but was still so small it would likely be lost in the surf once the waves grew choppy. He'd only needed it the once though, so he wasn't going to be put out by its loss.
He'd foregone the goggles normally used by scuba divers, instead relying on a much lesser known aspect of his vision-based abilities. Ever so slightly, he lessened the psionic barrier between this realm and the one his power originated from, and his eyes took on a decidedly menacing hue of glowing crimson. The world before him turned to shades of red, but his gaze cut through the murk as easily as its full power could slice through a steel I-beam, illuminating the surrounding waters for him while the only thing others would see is two faintly glowing red spots, and that only if their eyes were exceptionally keen. Night vision of a sort, though a sort that only he could perceive at such a low intensity.
When he reached the sub, he was unsurprised to discover that they'd taken the precaution of installing biometric security, and equally unsurprised that his DNA was already in the system. When SHIELD really wanted something, there were no lengths they wouldn't go to in order to get it.
Once inside, he began divesting himself of the scuba gear as the hot air dried his wetsuit, which was actually his armored body glove, then dropped the gear next to the airlock door as he left and made his way to his quarters, room 7-A. Inside, he found the rest of his usual kit and stripped out of the body glove, replacing it with sweatpants and a white t-shirt. A voice came over the intercom informing him that it would be 20 minutes until the briefing, so he set about looking over his weapons and armor while he waited, just to make sure none of it had been tampered with after SHIELD got their grubby hands on it.
His second punch left no damage to himself, as he'd been punching at his target rather than through it in anticipation of just such an avoidance, so it was no surprise when the girl moved to defend herself. She shot off the ground as his right arm began driving down, but his weight on her stomach and the height of his torso conspired against her. Fast as she was, her reach wouldn't be enough to get over his shoulder and back down to complete her lock while half her torso was still stuck to the pavement, and he would try to grip her right wrist in his left hand, sticking it to his chest and twisting his body clockwise as he did so, putting her free (left) arm to his front where it would be impossible for her to continue her attempt at a lock. From there, his right hand would join the left on her wrist and he would simply fall back and kick his right heel back into her left armpit as his right foot hooked behind her head, pulling with the first and pushing with the second as he twisted her right arm thumb up and levered the arm bar to hopefully either dislocate or outright break the limb.
Alright. I'll get to work on a response.
My suggestion would be to edit the only post that hasn't been responded to, based on the actions taken in the previous posts.
Essentially, you'd be responding to my last post again.
Then again, she probably could attempt a kimura from her present position, if you want to leave the edited post as is. Though it's not the optimal position from which to do so.
Essentially, you'd be responding to my last post again.
Then again, she probably could attempt a kimura from her present position, if you want to leave the edited post as is. Though it's not the optimal position from which to do so.
Yes, that is how it started, but no, that is not what it transitioned to. You never wrote her leg getting inside his so she could lock down the ankle, so David was still fully between her legs when he sat up, which was specifically stated in my post (both her legs were outside his as he sat up). I'm afraid there's nothing to compromise on, that's simply how it happened. She was very clearly only halfway to the position depicted in the second picture, with the ankle trapped but both her legs on the outside of his.
What you seem to be doing is trying to pass guard without actually doing anything TO pass guard. She never made a single move to get his free leg to a position where she could get around it and you dropped into an ankle lock from a very disadvantageous position for it. This is what I was talking about when I said everything needs to be detailed. If she is going to pass guard, it must actually be written that she tries to pass guard (and how). You left out an entire section of the move she was trying to accomplish, and now you're trying to compromise on something that was never actually in the posts. I'm sorry, but I prefer to play things out as they've been written, not as we want them to be.
What you seem to be doing is trying to pass guard without actually doing anything TO pass guard. She never made a single move to get his free leg to a position where she could get around it and you dropped into an ankle lock from a very disadvantageous position for it. This is what I was talking about when I said everything needs to be detailed. If she is going to pass guard, it must actually be written that she tries to pass guard (and how). You left out an entire section of the move she was trying to accomplish, and now you're trying to compromise on something that was never actually in the posts. I'm sorry, but I prefer to play things out as they've been written, not as we want them to be.
Yes, it was an attempt, but throwing her legs forward still wouldn't get them inside where she could pull guard. He never left enough room between her and him for her legs to fit so easily. At most, her legs would hit his back and stop there.
Basically, I'm not understanding how throwing her legs around could get them from outside his guard (and mount), to inside where she could pull guard. From my understanding of the situation, he tried to get her in guard and had at least one leg wrapped around her and the other one most of the way there, then she dropped back to try an ankle lock while he sat up to counter it. They'd essentially still be in the same position as when he pulled guard except now she's on the bottom.
Basically, I'm not understanding how throwing her legs around could get them from outside his guard (and mount), to inside where she could pull guard. From my understanding of the situation, he tried to get her in guard and had at least one leg wrapped around her and the other one most of the way there, then she dropped back to try an ankle lock while he sat up to counter it. They'd essentially still be in the same position as when he pulled guard except now she's on the bottom.
That wouldn't put him in her guard. She was in his guard, then essentially he sat up as she leaned back. Her legs would never have had a chance to get inside his to where she could pull guard, unless she used a maneuver you haven't described. He never fully stood, only sat up and moved forward to sit on her stomach with both her legs behind him, since he was already between them and didn't have to fight past them. Keeping her legs apart and in the air would just leave them spread out behind him with him still sitting on her stomach.
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