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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

And Maxx posts a meme with absolutely no context.

I will provide.

The Uncanny X-men; The Next Evolution.

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Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

VOIDED

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ISSUE #4
BROTHER

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Deacon's Penthouse
New York City, New York

With a quiet sigh of contentment, I entered my study, sitting down in the plush chair that resided behind my desk. I turned around to face the window, contemplating my day so far. I had returned home after checking up on the operations of one of my clubs, the Bloodbath. The clubs were all quite repulsive places with just as repulsive clientele, but they provided me with enough funds to continue on with my plans. I would have to read up on the book I had sent my servant William to acquire earlier today... Whenever he arrived with it.

The door creaked open. I smiled. Ah, there he was now.

"Mister Frost?"

At that I frowned. That wasn't William, that was Katya, one of my familiars. "Katya. What is it?" I turned in my chair to face her.

"It's about William, sir."

I leaned forward, placing my elbows against my desk and steepling my hands. "What about him, Katya?"

"He was killed, sir. Just after acquiring the book you requested. A few of our eyes say a man who looked to be a demon killed him, and took the book as well."

At that, I sighed. "... A pity. William was one of my best servants. Do we know where this demon went?"

"No, sir. They lost track of him."

I stood from my seat and turned back around to look out the window. Placing a hand against it, I responded, "Disappointing, but not surprising. At any rate, the knowledge within the book wasn't required for our plans, but it would have served us well to have it." I turned back around to face Katya. "Who were the ones that lost track of him?"

"Eleanor, Oscar, and Zachary."

"Choose one and kill them in front of the other two. Let it serve as a warning that if they fail again, it will be their heads that roll."

Katya hesitated, as I expected her to, but nodded in reply. "Understood, sir... There is one more thing, before I go."

"And what would that be?"

"The Bloodbath was attacked not long after you left by... Blade."

I tensed up imperceptibly, then closed my eyes and shook my head with a sigh. "How many dead?"

"We're not sure."

"... Leave me. I must think."

With that, she left me be to my thoughts. It seems this demon would be another hunter in town, as if we didn't have our hands full enough with my brother. I would need to deal with them both. And since we had some clue as to where my brother was, it would make sense for me to take him out first.

"I believe it's time to extend an invitation to brother dearest."

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Blade's Unnamed Shop
New York City, New York

I entered my shop with a grin, counting out the cash from last night's job in my hands. "290... 300 dollars! Hot damn, the amount of pizzas I can buy with this!" I pocketed the cash and immediately went over to my desk. I was about to reach for my phone to order some of those pizzas when...

*R-R-R-RRRRING!*

Another job so soon? Shiet, I'm gonna be rolling in on cash in no time. This sure is the life. I picked up the phone, still grinning, and spoke: "Yo yo yo, it's Blade."

"Brother. It's been too long."

My grin fell. My heart raced. My veins burned red.

Deacon.

"I'd like to invite you to my home. I take it you're eager for a rematch. Come find me at the Royal Palace Hotel. Top floor penthouse."

I couldn't speak. My mind was too busy remembering the blood flowing from Whistler's wounded leg, my brother's cold face as he walked away, leaving us wounded. I wouldn't let this next meeting end the same way.

"See you soon." He hung up.

Without another word I slammed the phone back onto the receiver and went to retrieve my weapons. Deacon Frost was going to die tonight. That I was sure of.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Gonna try to get a post up tomorrow too.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

This might be a stupid question but what is the current in game year? I'm working in a flashback and I need to know the date.

@Archangel89

Pretty sure it's 2019, but I'm not too sure on the specific date.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

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@Byrd Man

YOU CAN'T STOP ME FOOL

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

I'm making the Question as my secondary next season and no one can fucking stop me

Power Play

Like I told Pyro on Discord, I kinda have no clue where to go with my character, and after mulling it over the last few days I'm gonna be dropping this. Sorry for not doing anything, and also for promising a post that never came.

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

Star Lord takes the 500th OOC post, 2019 (Colorized)

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

VOIDED

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ISSUE #3
DUSTUP

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The Bloodbath
New York City, New York

I sheathed my sword. Wouldn't want Mr. Fancy Pants over here to get hurt too bad, especially considering I had a rule about not killing humans. Beating their dumb asses up though? Fair game. "So, Drake. You ready for this party to get crazy?"

Drake smirked, readying his shotgun. "Ready when you are, monster."

I grinned, baring my fangs in an attempt to intimidate him. He simply shook his head, clearly not convinced that just maybe he should walk away. "Well. This won't last three minutes." I did a few wild jabs at the air, then ended with a simple come here motion. "Let's dance, pretty boy!"

He fired the under barrel stake launcher at me again, but this time I was ready. I grabbed the stake right before it would have penetrated my chest and threw it to the ground, wagging my index finger in a "no no" gesture. Drake seemed to take exception to that, if the several shotgun blasts he sent my way were any indication. I tried to tank the blasts, though one of them managed to hit me square in the face and send me flying onto my back. I rolled around into a kneel, staring down at the blood soaked floor. Definitely gonna have to wash these clothes.

"Oof, right in the kisser. You're definitely gonna have to pay for sex from now on, bud." I simply looked up, grinning as the meat on my face knitted itself back together. Drake's cocky smirk fell. "... Or not."

"Nice try, pal, but I take shit like this everyday. Practically part of my morning routine at this point. Wake up, shower, get stabbed, get dressed, get shot, eat breakfast." I jumped up from the floor and sprinted at him, throwing a wild haymaker that I knew he would dodge; he didn't disappoint, so I got in close to sneak a quick body shot in with my left hand. Then I felt the cold metal barrel of his pump action pressed against my chest.

*KRRRRSH!*

The stake punched through my chest and out through the other side. I nearly fell over from the pain. Getting stabbed through the chest every other day is one thing. Having a hunk of wood punch through your torso at 300 miles per hour from point blank was another. I'm gonna have splinters in my lungs for weeks. "Phew, okay, ya got me good that time Drake... Might need a breather..."

"I knew you were no match for me, freak." He raised the shotgun to finish me off...

"Breather's done!" I batted away his weapon with my hand, then punched him in the chest. He soared through the air for a moment before crashing right into the DJ stand. The song stuttered for a moment before continuing, and Drake pulled himself up. He pulled a short sword from a sheath on his hip. "Aw, what a cute little knife." I pulled my broadsword out from its own sheath.

"Compensating for something there?" Drake asked in the same cocky tone he had been using throughout our entire confrontation. I couldn't help but give a snort of laughter, though no more words were exchanged. Instead we rushed at each other, our blades crossing as we met. I pushed with all my strength, but somehow Drake managed to just barely keep up with me.

Drake jumped back from the clash, and all the force I was putting into our lock made me stumble forward. He attempted to take this opportunity to impale me, but I ducked under the blow and brought my fist up into his jaw. He staggered back, so I swung my sword at him again. He just barely managed to deflect the strike, and we began to exchange blows that the other either dodged or parried.

"So, you get a call to come here?" I asked as our blades locked yet again.

"Maybe I did." He withdrew from the lock and swung at my leg, myself deflecting the blow and swinging right back at him. He blocked, and continued speaking. "What's it to you?"

"I got a call to come here too, dumbass," I said as we crossed blades yet again. I punched him in the gut and sent him flying a few feet back. "Bet the guy who hired us didn't think we'd try to kill each other."

"You're a hunter too, eh? The hell kinda vampire hunts after other vampires?" He swung at me, and I parried the blow and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

I sheathed my sword, still holding him. "The kinda vampire who don't like them other vampires!" I yelled, bringing his face just inches away from mine. "Now, why don't we just knock this shit off?" He stabbed me through the gut, but I no sold it, simply swatting his hand away from the sword's grip and yanking it out myself.

I saw the look in his eyes, if only for a moment. He knew he was defeated. "... This isn't over."

I let him go, then tossed him his sword. "I bet not. How about we just stay out of each other's ways from now on, deal?"

He scowled, but nodded. "Fine. But if we get into another scrape, I won't lose."

"Whatever you say, Drake." I cracked my back and wove him away. He picked up his fallen weapons and walked away. I heard the sound of a motorcycle pealing away from the sidewalk outside. "Christ, what a prick..." I left the butcher shop and headed back home. I'll go pick up my payment tomorrow.

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Bo's Arcade
New York City, New York

The drive back to base was quiet as always, just the way Frank liked it. It allowed him some time to reflect after a job, and this time he had much to reflect on.

The vampire he met, the one who hunted his own kind, it was clear that he was no normal vampire. The man had said he was a Dhampir, half human, half vampire. He'd heard the term before, but it was entirely fictitious, the stuff of folk lore and bad dime novels. Children born from a vampire and a human became vampires themselves. Still, he could tank anything that would kill a normal vampire... He'd have to ask Quincy about it, the old man was well versed in these sorts of matters.

He pulled up to their base, a closed down arcade they had bought a year back and repurposed into their headquarters. Frank walked into the building, looking around at the place. It was rather spartan, with a meeting table in the center, desks off to the right wall for himself, Quincy, and Rachel, and a weapons rack beside the desks. The rest of the place was styled as a living room, with doors to their rooms in the back.

"Frank, you're back." There was Quincy Harker, turning around in his wheelchair to face the younger man. Harker was in his early 60s, greying brown hair kept cut short and a bushy beard giving him an almost grandfatherly appearance.

Frank smiled. "Hey Quincy. Rachel around?"

"She's off on a job that came in while you were gone, bunch of imps took over the basement of an apartment complex." Harker paused, taking Frank's appearance in. "... I take it your job didn't go well?"

Frank sighed, plopping into his recliner. "You'd be right. Remember how the guy said he was gonna call another hunter too? Turns out that other hunter was a fucking vampire. We got into a fight. The thing is though, the guy's not a normal vampire."

Quincy's curiosity was piqued by this. "What do you mean?"

The younger of the two snorted as he unbuttoned his vest and loosened his ascot. "Said he was a Dhampir, half human, half vampire. Load of shit, those things don't... Exist..." Frank stopped as he took in Quincy's expression. "Uh, is there something you're not telling me, Quince?"

"... I believe you encountered the hunter known as Blade. The Daywalker, as our contacts have started calling him."

"Anything I should know about this... Blade?"

"What he said was true. We have no clue how, but he is a Dhampir; all of the strengths of a vampire, none of the weaknesses."

"Bullshit."

"You saw it with your own eyes, didn't you? I take it you tried to stake him, shot him with those silver pellets, stabbed him with your sword, and nothing?"

"..."

"I'll take your silence as a yes."

"Okay, but... How do we know this guy's on our side? What's to stop him from going on a rampage?"

"For now, let's just keep hoping he is on our side. Whatever you do, stay away from him until we know for certain. He's new to this scene, his intentions will be known soon enough."

"He and I already agreed not to get in each other's way from now on... But Quince, one of these days we might have to take him down."

Quincy simply snorted. "I'm sure, Frank."

The rest of the night passed peacefully.