Tackytaff

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If a post is made and no one reads it, did you ever truly post?

@Lord Wraith

As much as copying a sample-post into the IC I'd assume.

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As a fan of the Question who's been dying to see him (or her, depending on your preference) in live action, I cannot agree with this more.

@Simple Unicycle

SU Likes the Question? Whaaat? When?

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Trenton, New Jersey
00:42

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"I don't like this."

"As you've made abundantly clear."

"I mean the guy isn't even in the briefing folder. You know he's not in the folder right?"

"I made the folder Twitch" Bobbi was annoyed, which wasn't really fair. Sure Twitch was antsy, but she should've expected as much; breaking into a veteran's run-down apartment building without reason wouldn't look good from the outside.

"You shouldn't be doing this."

"Yeah, you've said your piece. But I'm here now, and it's happening so I'm going to need you to shut it." Bobbi chewed the skin around her bitten nails and did another search of the studio apartment. The place was barren of personality, nothing more than a toothbrush, half-empty mustard bottle, and spare shirt to prove that anyone even occupied the space. It was enough when paired with the late hour for doubt to settle in. It'd been six months after all. But bad lead or not, it was all they had. Besides, Fortune was personal.

She sat on the bed, did an inventory check, then stood again in favour of pacing. Twitch had taken her advice and remained silent, leaving her alone to reflect on her hostility. She almost began feeling bad enough to apologize when a key rattled in the lock she'd broken.

Bobbi waited, barely breathing as the door opened inwards. Twenty seconds passed, then thirty, she managed a full minute before impatience got the better of her. Fortune was waiting with a pistol loaded and ready, but couldn't have anticipated her reflexes. She went low, ramming an elbow to the back of his knees as the shot went off above her head. He was tougher than she'd expected, and remained standing. All the more reason to keep hitting the asshole.

"Was that a gunshot? Everything okay?"

"I told you to shut up" Bobbi said through gritted teeth as she stood, shoving her victim's head into the door frame. That left him dazed enough for her to throw the gun across the room. She had him in a choke-hold by the time he was aware enough to resist. It'd been some time since anyone had actually challenged her strength, and Bobbi was surprised when his attempt to shake loose actually weakened her grip. She slammed his head again before pushing him into the studio's bathroom. He fell on his knees, leaving Bobbi just enough time to handcuff his wrist to the piping under the sink and take a step back. A few shouts and some panting cooled him off enough to speak.

"Always a pleasure 19." He grinned and motioned to her face, his chest still rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths; "Mask might hide your face, but that suit" He let out a low whistle. "They really were doing you a disservice with those vests." Bobbi didn't bother hiding her disgust. She'd have to shower after just talking to the man.

"Delanden." Fortune wasn't surprised with her demand, and chose to continue his monologue.

"Say what happened to you buddy, the one I met last time. You know; dark hair, accent." She did hit him then, without restraint. The crack of his jaw on the impact granted her enough satisfaction to pull herself back again.

"You've had your fun. Where's Delanden?"

"Gave you all I had last time."

"Horse-shit. Intel was bad an you knew it."

"Intel was good. So good I sold it twice." The shit-eating grin returned, albeit bloodstained. Somehow that didn't make Bobbi feel any better.

"You're not going to goad me anymore. Tell me where to find Carl or I take you instead. God know's you've built up more than enough felonies to replace the old ones." Fortune spat out a wad of blood onto the tiled floor.

"As much as it pains me to say beautiful, your talents are better spent elsewhere." He sighed when she didn't react, and tried to adjust his admittedly awkward position. "You're going to have five more mercs to deal with in less than a minute. I'd get a running start if I were you."

"Don't believe you."

Fortune shrugged. "What do you think I was doing in the hallway?"

It hardly mattered if he was telling the truth, she could take out a handful thugs. Probably. Sure enough, footsteps could be heard in the hallway seconds after his warning. Bobbi cursed and looked at the apartment again. The fight wasn't her greatest concern; it was Fortune making an escape. She took two steps outside the washroom to retrieve his gun from where it'd been thrown, and stared at him as the footsteps paused outside the door. He smiled back.

"Killing isn't what you do" He reminded her. The door slammed open the same moment Bobbi fired a single shot in Fortune's stomach. It was her turn to smile.

"Better hope I finish quick." She dropped the gun again and turned, drawing her battle staves just as the first two men took aim.

Twitch was screaming her ear off, but Bobbi ignored it. Her hearing was mostly gone after the first two shotgun shots went off anyways. Slow to reload, but some pellets embedded their way into her suit. She set her jaw against the stinging and discharged both staves into the first target. He fell without resistance, and her toys made the others hesitate just enough for her to disarm the second. She followed it up with a hit to the back of the neck.

The final three were still armed, but failed to make it the whole way into the room. Bobbi took cover behind the bed, just as a spray of bullets lodged into the dresser behind her. She thought of the abandoned pistol with mild regret. But Fortune had been right in that at least; she wasn't there to kill anyone. One of the mercenaries took a step forward, and Bobbi spun, throwing the blanket from the bed, and standing in the same movement. She gained enough momentum to bury her foot squarely in the head of the man with the full-auto. The other two were barely cleanup work. Before she could even catch her breath, Bobbi returned to the bathroom.

It was empty, of course. The pipe broken, and the window open. The crazy bastard had actually leapt three stories with a gunshot-wound and broken jaw. Bobbi wasted a full moment cursing before addressing the panicked voice in her earpiece.

"Twitch, Fortune's gone. I need satellite, street cameras, anything."

"Mock there were too many shots, the police-"

"Anytime you want to start being useful let me know." Bobbi leaned out the window and tried to make anything out through the rain and dark. Nothing. With a deep, if not calming breath, she jumped.

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WHO VOTED YES!

I need my torch and pitchfork.

@Lord Wraith

Watching everyone's creative slew of threats and profanities may or may not outweigh the physical pain the indents cause me.

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Name(s):

Dr. Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse // Agent 19 // Mockingbird // Roberta Moores

Powers And Abilities:

Intelligence: While not a super-power, Bobbi possesses near genius level-intellect, which was further refined with the serum and S.H.I.E.L.D. training, making her an excellent biochemist and tactician.

Martial Training: Bobbi graduated S.H.I.E.L.D. training top of her class, in no small part due to her talent in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. She prefers to fight up close and personal, armed with a pair of battle staves capable of holding an electical charge, and connecting and extending together to form a bo-staff.

Weapons Training: As an agent, Bobbi is highly trained in the use of most firearms and combative equipment.

Espionage: Having been a spy much longer than a hero, Bobbi possesses all the skills that come with the trade. She is technologically literate, perceptive, and an excellent liar.

Toxin Resistance: What some consider acute paranoia, to Bobbi is plain common sense. During her time as an agent, she began building up her resistances to a number of readily available poisons and toxins. Her efforts were accelerated with the SSS treatment.

Peak Human Performance: A side effect of the serum has left Bobbi's body in better form than an olympian's. While hardly the strongest being alive, she can lift half a ton, sprint at nearly 50km/h, and avoid most direct attacks completely.

Hyper-regeneration: The final known side effect of the procedure that saved her life. Bobbi's injuries last barely a quarter as long as they should. Anything short of death is unlikely to put her out of commission for more than a week.

Origin And Backstory (Must Be A Single Paragraph Long):

An accomplished bio-chemist turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to somewhat-sanctioned vigilante. Bobbi put together an entire team of agents herself to help sniff out the leaks in S.H.I.E.L.D. and ended up losing them all after a year long chase. While officially Barbara Morse was KIA, in reality she survived due to an emergency treatment using the experimental 'super soldier serum'. After a more than full recovery, she was tasked to complete her mission under the new call-sign 'Mockingbird' with a new team at her disposal.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:

In addition to searching for Captain America, S.H.I.E.L.D. opted for the next best thing; creating a new one. Instead of a perfect, poster child solider, they ended up with a morally grey, slightly unhinged spy. Bobbi is still very much a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., a sort of guinea-pig for how the serum works and whether it would be appropriate to use on others. As such, her roster of villains will eventually include members of A.I.M. and Hydra.

For the time being she is continuing the hunt for Delanden.

Supporting Characters:

Twitchy: Digital mastermind, a former hacker hired by S.H.I.E.L.D. specifically to oversee Mockingbird's missions, offering digital reconnaissance, and generally help keep her alive.

Bangs: A S.H.I.E.L.D. engineer specializing in demolitions.

London: An 'employee' of S.H.I.E.L.D., but one without any official title. Has contacts in the highest of places and an seemingly endless amount of favours to call in.

Dr. Wilma Calvin: A former close collegue and Bobbi's 'physician' when it comes to monitoring her body and the changes brought on by the serum injection.

Nick Fury: Head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and responsible for the creation of Mockingbird.

Jessica Drew: A former friend and fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operative from before Bobbi's year-long chase for Delanden and his crew began. One of the many who believes her dead.

Dominic Fortune: A veteran turned soldier-for-hire/arms dealer formerly based in Jersey.

Carl Delanden: Rogue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that had been selling information and tech from the agency for years. Managed to escape after Moris' original plan went to hell.

Lotus Newmark: A crime boss based in L.A.

The Death-throws: A gang of criminal jugglers.

Sample Post:

bleh

The name was a rough enough start. Mockingbird seemed oddly long for a call-sign, but better than Miss. America, or Justice-Bringer which was more in toe of what Bobbi had been expecting after hearing the truth about her recovery; the serum, Fury, her team, and the roughly eight-hundred strings attached to her new life. In all, being called Mockingbird wasn't the most pressing issue.

That was belonged to the wings. Glowing wings. She'd expected them to present her with a set of speakers next, to blare theme music as she descended from the fucking heavens to save screaming damsels.

"I will plummet to my death before ever putting those to use" She really should have been more careful with her mouth. But seeing as her social circle had a grand tally of two since leaving the clinic, she could be excused for venting at the one who was seeking out excuses to keep her in the labs.

"You'd choose to die?" Dr. Calvin spoke calmly enough, but her hand was squeezing Bobbi's arm as tightly as the blood pressure pump.

"Don't go twisting my words Wil, I passed all the psych tests."

"No one will blame you if you're not ready." Had the woman ever met Nicholas Fury?

"I'm more than ready. Honestly, it's staying cooped up in here that'll drive me batty." That earned her a non-committal hum.

The rest of the test was completed quickly enough. Despite Wilma not being a medical doctor, and Bobbi being herself, they'd managed to develop a rhythm. Blood pressure, blood test, heart, reflexes, eyes, ears, cognitive function. Naturally all was better than fine, still, Wilma hesitated before signing the form.

"Has Nick told you about today?"

"As much as he tells me anything."

"They're giving you a new team Barbara." That was a punch in the gut. Bobbi managed to keep her face neutral, keenly aware that the doctor was still monitoring her. Judging her.

"Will be nice to see some new faces." She responded coolly.

"Loosing people is hard, loosing people under your command can be worse. It takes time-"

"-We're done here yeah?" Bobbi had enough, signature or no. She stood from the exam table and was out the door before Calvin had the chance to speak to her again.

The rushed exit coupled with the unlit hallway allowed the ambush get the drop on her. A grapple around her arms slammed her into the wall. She pushed back against the wall, charging the assailant against the one opposite, instantly breaking his hold as he fell to the ground. But there was never just one. Bobbi unclasped her battle staves and clicked the ends, a quiet hum of electricity warmed her palms as she released the first straight down the hallway the same second a gunshot went off. That threw her off more than the attack itself; they'd never allowed guns before.

She was low enough for the shot to go wide, and sure enough there was the satisfying thud of another body hitting the floor. The lights turned on to reveal two motionless S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, not badly injured but making no moves to stand again either. Bobbi jogged over to the second to retrieve her weapon, frowning at the rifle in the agent's hand before continuing on.

"Guns?" She demanded as Fury came into view, waiting just outside the training room.

".22 caliber, barely would have felt it with the suit on. No better way to test your reflexes." Well, it beat Wilma's worried condescension.

"Try full-autos next time"

"Come on, there are some people you need to meet."

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So what you're saying -- if I understand this right -- is that your Mockingbird don't sing?

Anyway, I'm fine with joint custody of Fury. Howsabout Mondays and Thursdays, switching off weekends? Just remember: he gets really peckish in the afternoon, so try to keep some apple slices or some crackers on you.

@Eddie Brock

Fine, and no naps after 4 or he'll keep you up all night.

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Damn these hidden apps!

@Master Bruce

Almost like I purposefully posted my shitty app with an unmarked hider while everyone else was chatting and wouldn't read it?

But that'd be crazy.

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What even is the public knowledge as far as mutants anyways? There haven't been any heroes, and they're not common so would a president even need to have an opinion on the off the bat? Could start off with Kelly and have him grow more anti-mutant as heroes come to rise.

@Master Bruce

Womp-womp. roleplayerguild.com/posts/4696917

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I mean I cut the backstory down to one paragraph, so why make it four again? I didn't wanna to write the same backstory three times

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Name(s):

Dr. Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse // Agent 19 // Mockingbird // Roberta Moores

Powers And Abilities:

Intelligence: While not a super-power, Bobbi possesses near genius level-intellect, which was further refined with the serum and S.H.I.E.L.D. training, making her an excellent biochemist and tactician.

Martial Training: Bobbi graduated S.H.I.E.L.D. training top of her class, in no small part due to her talent in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat. She prefers to fight up close and personal, armed with a pair of battle staves capable of holding an electical charge, and connecting and extending together to form a bo-staff.

Weapons Training: As an agent, Bobbi is highly trained in the use of most firearms and combative equipment.

Espionage: Having been a spy much longer than a hero, Bobbi possesses all the skills that come with the trade. She is technologically literate, perceptive, and an excellent liar.

Toxin Resistance: What some consider acute paranoia, to Bobbi is plain common sense. During her time as an agent, she began building up her resistances to a number of readily available poisons and toxins. Her efforts were accelerated with the SSS treatment.

Peak Human Performance: A side effect of the serum has left Bobbi's body in better form than an olympian's. While hardly the strongest being alive, she can lift half a ton, sprint at nearly 50km/h, and avoid most direct attacks completely.

Hyper-regeneration: The final known side effect of the procedure that saved her life. Bobbi's injuries last barely a quarter as long as they should. Anything short of death is unlikely to put her out of commission for more than a week.

Origin And Backstory (Must Be A Single Paragraph Long):

An accomplished bio-chemist turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to somewhat-sanctioned vigilante. Bobbi put together an entire team of agents herself to help sniff out the leaks in S.H.I.E.L.D. and ended up losing them all after a year long chase. While officially Barbara Morse was KIA, in reality she survived due to an emergency treatment using the experimental 'super soldier serum'. After a more than full recovery, she was tasked to complete her mission under the new call-sign 'Mockingbird' with a new team at her disposal.

What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'?:

In addition to searching for Captain America, S.H.I.E.L.D. opted for the next best thing; creating a new one. Instead of a perfect, poster child solider, they ended up with a morally grey, slightly unhinged spy. Bobbi is still very much a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., a sort of guinea-pig for how the serum works and whether it would be appropriate to use on others. As such, her roster of villains will eventually include members of A.I.M. and Hydra.

For the time being she is continuing the hunt for Delanden.

Supporting Characters:

Twitchy: Digital mastermind, a former hacker hired by S.H.I.E.L.D. specifically to oversee Mockingbird's missions, offering digital reconnaissance, and generally help keep her alive.

Bangs: A S.H.I.E.L.D. engineer specializing in demolitions.

London: An 'employee' of S.H.I.E.L.D., but one without any official title. Has contacts in the highest of places and an seemingly endless amount of favours to call in.

Dr. Wilma Calvin: A former close collegue and Bobbi's 'physician' when it comes to monitoring her body and the changes brought on by the serum injection.

Nick Fury: Head of S.H.I.E.L.D. and responsible for the creation of Mockingbird.

Jessica Drew: A former friend and fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operative from before Bobbi's year-long chase for Delanden and his crew began. One of the many who believes her dead.

Carl Delanden: Rogue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that had been selling information and tech from the agency for years. Managed to escape after Moris' original plan went to hell.

Lotus Newmark: A crime boss based in L.A.

The Death-throws: A gang of criminal jugglers.

Sample Post:

bleh

The name was a rough enough start. Mockingbird seemed oddly long for a call-sign, but better than Miss. America, or Justice-Bringer which was more in toe of what Bobbi had been expecting after hearing the truth about her recovery; the serum, Fury, her team, and the roughly eight-hundred strings attached to her new life. In all, being called Mockingbird wasn't the most pressing issue.

That was belonged to the wings. Glowing wings. She'd expected them to present her with a set of speakers next, to blare theme music as she descended from the fucking heavens to save screaming damsels.

"I will plummet to my death before ever putting those to use" She really should have been more careful with her mouth. But seeing as her social circle had a grand tally of two since leaving the clinic, she could be excused for venting at the one who was seeking out excuses to keep her in the labs.

"You'd choose to die?" Dr. Calvin spoke calmly enough, but her hand was squeezing Bobbi's arm as tightly as the blood pressure pump.

"Don't go twisting my words Wil, I passed all the psych tests."

"No one will blame you if you're not ready." Had the woman ever met Nicholas Fury?

"I'm more than ready. Honestly, it's staying cooped up in here that'll drive me batty." That earned her a non-committal hum.

The rest of the test was completed quickly enough. Despite Wilma not being a medical doctor, and Bobbi being herself, they'd managed to develop a rhythm. Blood pressure, blood test, heart, reflexes, eyes, ears, cognitive function. Naturally all was better than fine, still, Wilma hesitated before signing the form.

"Has Nick told you about today?"

"As much as he tells me anything."

"They're giving you a new team Barbara." That was a punch in the gut. Bobbi managed to keep her face neutral, keenly aware that the doctor was still monitoring her. Judging her.

"Will be nice to see some new faces." She responded coolly.

"Loosing people is hard, loosing people under your command can be worse. It takes time-"

"-We're done here yeah?" Bobbi had enough, signature or no. She stood from the exam table and was out the door before Calvin had the chance to speak to her again.

The rushed exit coupled with the unlit hallway allowed the ambush get the drop on her. A grapple around her arms slammed her into the wall. She pushed back against the wall, charging the assailant against the one opposite, instantly breaking his hold as he fell to the ground. But there was never just one. Bobbi unclasped her battle staves and clicked the ends, a quiet hum of electricity warmed her palms as she released the first straight down the hallway the same second a gunshot went off. That threw her off more than the attack itself; they'd never allowed guns before.

She was low enough for the shot to go wide, and sure enough there was the satisfying thud of another body hitting the floor. The lights turned on to reveal two motionless S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, not badly injured but making no moves to stand again either. Bobbi jogged over to the second to retrieve her weapon, frowning at the rifle in the agent's hand before continuing on.

"Guns?" She demanded as Fury came into view, waiting just outside the training room.

".22 caliber, barely would have felt it with the suit on. No better way to test your reflexes." Well, it beat Wilma's worried condescension.

"Try full-autos next time"

"Come on, there are some people you need to meet."

Ultimate One Universe - Year-One Style DC And Marvel Shared Universe

Just a heads up, I'm changing the backstory requirement in the app from one paragraph to four, just to give people more freedom to flesh out their characters. I wanted to curttail the more masturbatory nature that these applications lend themselves to, but given that this is a Year One game that encourages straying from the beaten path, it might be beneficial to enforce the rule but in a looser sense to help people establish differences in how their characters differ.

@Master Bruce

Just when I deleted it all.