Anubis' "How would you do it?" Thread.

[deemar325]

BOO YA!!! Z like how ya worked that Wakandas in.

 

[Zoken]

Well, Cap had to get his sheild somewhere. I also figure that living there, T'Challa, the King of Wakanda, would offer Luke to stay with a very high ranking spot, reminding him of the legend of Makoma. This would be a great flash back arc in getting the history of Cap and Lukas. Lukas is sorely tempted to stay, but then a beautiful african woman comes up to him and says something flirtatiously to him in Wakandan... and he doesn't know what she said. he's only ever spoken english (his and his parents owners didn't like them using that 'slave language'). It was kind of a reminder to him of roots. he feels at first robbed, but then remembers that he was given respect, but the man he has been traveling with. and that his people are no longer slaves in that place he comes from. he also remebers the first thing he ever read, not the simple stupid sentances that he had to practice with, but the first thing he ever really read; The Declaration of Independance (Cap's idea). from he resolves that he is not a Wakandan, not an Afrikan, but an American, and when he does return to the States he'll remind them of that too.

 

[deemar325]

Hey you should have Paladin as a British Naval Captain who is on the hunt for Cap and Lukas.

Spittballing..run with it.

 

[Zoken]

I'm still trying to figure out the Fantastic Four... trying to create the first running electricity generators... no that won't work... not easy since I wanted to stay away from mystical influences... although Japan is... DAMNIT!

Dr. Strange: A former doctor who's buisness was shut down by the empire when yakuza started circulating a rumor that he was producing Opium (they started the rumor because he wouldn't). in his out rage he went into the high mountains to seek peace, what he found was a monastary. there many martial artists and priests trained night and day. one day, a disciple of both the arts and the mystics sought to seize control of the school, and thus the other disciples and form his own arm to combat the new empire. Strange, who had learned enough from the mystics combined it and his knowledge of the human anatomy to stop Morudu (the renegade) from accomplishing this, however in his final act of retribution, Morudu destroyed the monstary and almost every one within. together, Strange and Won managed to pull the Ancient One, head of the mystic arts. the Ancient one then imparts upon Strange the last artifacts. The Eye of Ametesuru, the Cloak of the Crane, and the Orb of Ametesuru. that is when the doctor recieved the name "Strange". The Ancient one commented on how strange he was, and from that day forward he traveled under the name "Hen" (japanese for strange)

 

[deemar325]

You gotta have his hands damaged some how.


Oh and I think Ironfist could fit in there some how or maybe not. F--k wait!! Doc Strange goes to the Monastery and meets the Ancient One who teaches him his mystical arts and the last test is Ancient One takes Dr.Strange to Kun' Lun (Ironfist's mythic city) spittballing...

 

[Zoken]

... The Defenders, which would be an extention of Strange's story.

In Japan the mundane and the mystic flow and ebb together, especially when it comes to fighting! Morudu hasn't given up on the idea of an army, and thusly, Strange can't either. he gathers together fighters who had transended the mundane...

Rando The Iron Fist, a young man who has mastered the focus of his life-energy so that he can deliver a devistating attack with his fist.

Susano-o The Storm God. once a healer, much like Strange, but when Bureku gripped an enchanted Katana he is transformed in to the Kami of storms, Susano-o

Betsu the Soul Blade. a woman who can form blades from what appear to be mystical energies, though Strange says they are not.

Shyan-Chi master of ninjutsu. the son of a yakuza over lord. his father wanted him to be a living weapon and had him study with all manner of fighting masters.

Namor. rescued from Australia (Strange traveled a long way for these people) where he was sentanced for murder. Namor is... well screw it, he's friggin' Namor.

 

[deemar325]

OK Z this is the **** this idea is what you should focus on.

 

[Zoken]

Morudu's forces...

The Taskmaster, an assassin for hire, with the uncanny ability to mimic any thing he sees (so long as it isn't super human)

The Hood, a young man who finds mystical hood and sandals that grant him powers of dark nature

Kamaitachi, a strange feral man with claws come from the back of his hands and a healing factor

Harionago, a strange woman with crismon hair that moves as if it were alive. she is an amnesiac.

Inugami, once the son of a proud publicist, this daring sailor is oft over taken by a cursed amulet transforming him to something part man and part canine.

 

[Zoken]

Continuing with ideas of people accidently partnered with others (I don't know why she's on my mind, but she is).

The Emperor raised a hand to silence Tony's arguments. he spoke rapid Japanese to one of his attendants, who then snapped his fingers and fired off more Japanese at other grunts. the translator came to Tony and said, "His highness wishes to issue you a challenge... he will grant your comany the exclusive rights to supply us with weapons if..."

it was at that moment that the doors to the side of the chamber opened and a black woman in a kimono walked in. she had a resolute look in her eye, avoiding the eyes of all others in the room.

"You can fix her," finished the translator, who then lifted the right sleeve of the kimono to reveal that the woman was missing an arm.

Anthony Stark wasn't a man to back down from a challenge. "It shall be done," he said.

days later the woman with a large clunky device that Stark repeatedly called "Phase One" strapped to her arm sat in a room while he continued to alter the thing little by little. "You know any english?" he asked, thinking she might be African. None of the Japanese had been ver specific as to how she had wound up here, much less like this.

"I know plenty," she said suddenly and harshly.

Anthony looked up in shock. she was American. "You're a slave?" he asked.

"My understanding is that that was done away with," she said coldly, still not looking at him.

Anthony shrugged and went back to work. "So what happened to you?" he asked.

"I was living in california, dressed as a man and got a job on a trading ship. ship got caught in a storm... arm got ripped off when our powder stores exploded. I was adrift for a couple of days before one of their ships found me. I think I'm the first black the Emperor has seen, he's kept me pretty close since then." for the first time she chanced to meet his eyes, but put them back in a distant stare quickly.

"Got a name?" he asked as he worked on the device.

"Misty," she said. "Misty Knight."

A week later she was presented to the Emperor. the arm was clearly artificial, but it had full range of motion. It was, however, extremely strong. Misty demonstrated this by crushing a tile in her bare hand. The Emperor smiled. he spoke to his translator, who gave the emporer a confused look.

"The.. ah.. the Emporer wishes to congradulate you Mr. Stark, and agrees to give Stark Co. sole rights to produce Japan's armaments." the translator then looked at the Emporer who gave a more annoyed look at having his orders questioned.

"And due to her new found strength and her every present spirit... the Emperor would like to extend an invitation to Knight-san to join his Highness' Sword corps."

Tony looked confused until Edwin Jarvis, his butler and personal translator explained that the Sword Corps. were an elite group of japanese police authorized to carry swords despite the current sword ban.

Misty turned to the Emperor, and in perfect Japanese, said, "You honor me your highness. I will gladly serve your empire."

the Emperor smiled. "You're first task," he told her, "Is to seek out the American Soldier and his Avenging Battalion. Join them and show them the power of Japanese steel, and modern mechanics."

 

[Zoken]

"I still don't understand why you do this Spider-Man," the one known as Spider-Woman said. she sat where they were camped in the woods, her hood down.

"My uncle taught me to bear all power with great humility and responsiblity," Spider-Man told her, keeping his mask in place. "The one time I veered from that path... that same uncle paid the ultimate price for my selfishness."

"Hardly your fault," she said.

Captain America walked past, chuckling to himself. he sat down beside Luke, who was a much quieter and agreeable dining partner. "I'm surprised he told her," Steve said to Lukas.

"Took him forever to tell us that," Luke agreed of the young man they had picked up a month before they had met with the woman.

"Tell her what?" asked Jyan as she sat down. she ran a hand through her short dark hair.

"Peta-san," Lukas said. "Is telling Jyashiko-san about part of his story."

"The Spider-bite thing, or the uncle thing?" she asked.

"Uncle thing," Lukas said quietly.

"Took him forever to tell us," she commented, looking at Peta.

Steve rolled his eyes. before his head snapped up, quickly followed by Jyashiko's.

Steve picked up his shield while Jyashiko's hands began to glow. the others took this as a hint and prepared for and intruder.

the black woman emerged into the clearing they were camped in. "Rodgers?" she asked Steve. when he nodded, she continued. "I'm Misty Knight, commissioned officer in the Police Sword Corps. The Emperor himself sent me to join your little rag-tag bunch."

"Avenging Battalion," Lukas corrected her as he waved her to a spot by the fire.

Steve had simply been entranced by her since she'd shown up. it was quite possible that for the first time since he'd left the family farm in the dakota territory Steve Rodgers was speechless because of a woman.

 

[Zoken]

I served the new empire. I was their Hitokiri in the war, their assassin. I recieved no compensation for my time, but I can survive without it. I wanted to settle down, be happy just raising my family and being nobody. The Yakuza wanted me to be their man. I refused. It was not the way I was taught. The Yakuza stole the lives of my family, thought they'd stolen my life too.

Is death all my life is to be about? Is the only thing I'm good for in this world murder? So be it.

I punished the Yakuza for their crimes. I made them beg for death, then granted them that mercy. I laid their bodies to be shown to all. I let the world know what the punishment was for such evil. yet... I went to commit seppuku... and could not. I could feel that my life had purpose again. I heard screams coming from a few houses over. Meji dogs abusing their power. I had grown to hate the government I had help build. I had wanted a world where my son, the grandson of humble farmers, could aspire to be whatever he wished. I took my blade up again and punished once more. as I stood there, the blood of these wicked men running down my blade, I had an epiphany.

This was my life now. showing those who do evil the consequences of their actions. mine was not a life of pity or mercy. that was for others to distribute to those who had earned it. That day I picked up the fire arms the fools had used. I had learned how to use them and work them in the Revolution. They would be useful. I would no longer be assassin or samurai. I would be a wraith to strike down those who do evil. The man I once was is dead. I am now... the Punisher.

 

[deemar325]

Continuing with ideas of people accidently partnered with others (I don't know why she's on my mind, but she is).

The Emperor raised a hand to silence Tony's arguments. he spoke rapid Japanese to one of his attendants, who then snapped his fingers and fired off more Japanese at other grunts. the translator came to Tony and said, "His highness wishes to issue you a challenge... he will grant your comany the exclusive rights to supply us with weapons if..."

it was at that moment that the doors to the side of the chamber opened and a black woman in a kimono walked in. she had a resolute look in her eye, avoiding the eyes of all others in the room.

"You can fix her," finished the translator, who then lifted the right sleeve of the kimono to reveal that the woman was missing an arm.

Anthony Stark wasn't a man to back down from a challenge. "It shall be done," he said.

days later the woman with a large clunky device that Stark repeatedly called "Phase One" strapped to her arm sat in a room while he continued to alter the thing little by little. "You know any english?" he asked, thinking she might be African. None of the Japanese had been ver specific as to how she had wound up here, much less like this.

"I know plenty," she said suddenly and harshly.

Anthony looked up in shock. she was American. "You're a slave?" he asked.

"My understanding is that that was done away with," she said coldly, still not looking at him.

Anthony shrugged and went back to work. "So what happened to you?" he asked.

"I was living in california, dressed as a man and got a job on a trading ship. ship got caught in a storm... arm got ripped off when our powder stores exploded. I was adrift for a couple of days before one of their ships found me. I think I'm the first black the Emperor has seen, he's kept me pretty close since then." for the first time she chanced to meet his eyes, but put them back in a distant stare quickly.

"Got a name?" he asked as he worked on the device.

"Misty," she said. "Misty Knight."

A week later she was presented to the Emperor. the arm was clearly artificial, but it had full range of motion. It was, however, extremely strong. Misty demonstrated this by crushing a tile in her bare hand. The Emperor smiled. he spoke to his translator, who gave the emporer a confused look.

"The.. ah.. the Emporer wishes to congradulate you Mr. Stark, and agrees to give Stark Co. sole rights to produce Japan's armaments." the translator then looked at the Emporer who gave a more annoyed look at having his orders questioned.

"And due to her new found strength and her every present spirit... the Emperor would like to extend an invitation to Knight-san to join his Highness' Sword corps."

Tony looked confused until Edwin Jarvis, his butler and personal translator explained that the Sword Corps. were an elite group of japanese police authorized to carry swords despite the current sword ban.

Misty turned to the Emperor, and in perfect Japanese, said, "You honor me your highness. I will gladly serve your empire."

the Emperor smiled. "You're first task," he told her, "Is to seek out the American Soldier and his Avenging Battalion. Join them and show them the power of Japanese steel, and modern mechanics."

Misty's arm should be steam powered.

Good way of explaining her presence in Japan.

 

[deemar325]

Oh yeah Misty should be Mulatto so she can blend in better.

 

[Zoken]

who says her arm isn't steam powered? and she's staying black. like I said, she's the first black this emperor has seen, and hes facinated by her. she isn't planning on blending in. she can't anyway with a hissing arm.

 

[Zoken]

Flight of the Fantastic

Reed Richards was not a competitive man. However when he heard what the Wright Brother's had done in Kittyhawk, He felt that there was so much more that could be done with it. So he built the Fantastic. An Aeroplane designed to fly at least four people high into the sky. he plotted out a course that would take them from Greenich, England to Bordeaux, France. His best friend, Benjamin Grimm as pilot, his fiance and her teen brother riding along to prove the craft could carry passengers.

The Fantastic found trouble over the channel. a bizzare Aurora swept them up. they were bombarded with the light and energy. they crashed in a heavily wooded area they didn't recognize. Somehow the aurora had altered them... changed them. Susan was no invisible, Johnathan was bursting into fire, Benjamin was a monsterous Thing made of rock, and Reed found that he could stretch. the found their way to a village only to find orientals that Susan said were speaking Japanese. they made their way to Yokohama, where Cmdr. Wiliam Lumpkin of the S.S. Freedom informed them they were, in fact, in Japan. Susan, with effort, could project invisibility and forcefields. Johnathan could control his fire, but needed to completely combust for at least ten minutes every six hours, Benjamin could not change his appearance, and Reed had easy control over his now amorphous body. Because of johnathan and Benjamin they could not get on to any ship, which meant they were stuck in Japan.

 

[deemar325]

OK the FF idea is the the most solid one so far the freaking Wright Brothers! thing is f--kin' cool.

 

[Zoken]

you didn't like the Punisher?

 

[deemar325]

I think I missed that one repost.

The FF one I like alot.

 

[Zoken]

I served the new empire. I was their Hitokiri in the war, their assassin. I recieved no compensation for my time, but I can survive without it. I wanted to settle down, be happy just raising my family and being nobody. The Yakuza wanted me to be their man. I refused. It was not the way I was taught. The Yakuza stole the lives of my family, thought they'd stolen my life too.

Is death all my life is to be about? Is the only thing I'm good for in this world murder? So be it.

I punished the Yakuza for their crimes. I made them beg for death, then granted them that mercy. I laid their bodies to be shown to all. I let the world know what the punishment was for such evil. yet... I went to commit seppuku... and could not. I could feel that my life had purpose again. I heard screams coming from a few houses over. Meji dogs abusing their power. I had grown to hate the government I had help build. I had wanted a world where my son, the grandson of humble farmers, could aspire to be whatever he wished. I took my blade up again and punished once more. as I stood there, the blood of these wicked men running down my blade, I had an epiphany.

This was my life now. showing those who do evil the consequences of their actions. mine was not a life of pity or mercy. that was for others to distribute to those who had earned it. That day I picked up the fire arms the fools had used. I had learned how to use them and work them in the Revolution. They would be useful. I would no longer be assassin or samurai. I would be a wraith to strike down those who do evil. The man I once was is dead. I am now... the Punisher.

Reposted for Deemar.

 

[deemar325]

Ah..got it!

It's a natural take on the character.

 

[Zoken]

I thought so. I caught the last fifteen minutes of the Punisher Movie (with Tom Jane) and felt inspired.

 

[Arkady Rossovich]

Civil War would have been a event to fix what Bendis did in House Of M and Dissembled,enough said.

 

[deemar325]

Huh?

 

[Zoken]

This takes place in the DC Animated universe... another one of those, don't ask me why, don't ask me how... it just happened on me.

Arkam Asylum for the Criminally Insane

This is a place of depression, and repeat offenders. The psychiatrists come in full of hope, determined to make a difference in the most scared of patients, and leave broken depressed individuals. They are crushed by the hoplessness they face in some of their patients.

A new set of foot steps walk down the hall. hoots and jeers come from the cells. the "Patients" can smell new meat when it arrives. but as this psychiatrist passes by the windows of the cells they quiet down for two reasons. The first is his appearance. he looks more like the orderlies that Arkam hires; large, burly, and apparently very little brains. the second fact is his hair. it goes down to between his shoulder blades, but the truly odd thing is that his hair is green. a bright green. he stops in front of a cell.

"Greeting's Mr. Dent," he says cheerfully.

"The names Two-Face," growls the man man in the cell. "Dent's the wuss that only comes out when the meds you loser's pump into me are at their peak."

"Ah..." the man said. "Well, when he comes back around, having him let the orderlies know, I'm interested in talking to him."

"You want to cure him of me," growled one of the most fearsome crime lords in Gotham city. "You wanna get rid of me."

the green-haired man gave a shrug with his shoulders. "Actually, at this point the psychosis is so deeply set in that the best we can ever hope to achieve is to control you, and supress you. You'll never be gone Two-Face. But hopefully, I can make sure Harvey doesn't need you."

before the scarred criminal could speak again, the psychiatrist is moivng. on. "Greetings," he said brightly to the next inmate on his list.

"What do you want?" came the forlorn voice from within the airtight cell.

"To help you Mr. Hagen," Replied the man.

"You a bio-chemist?" asked the forlorn voice, a kernal of hope budding within him.

"No," said the other man apologetically. "I'm Dr. Leonard Samson. I'm psychiatrist."

"Shrink's don't help," said Matt "Clayface" Hagen. "I'm a freak. The only doctors I want to talk to are the ones who can change me back."

"I know how you feel," Dr. Samson commiserated. "I'm a meta-human as well. Changed by... well, that's not important. but what is important is that I believe you can be released without you being a threat to society. You aren't a violent man Mr. Hagen, you just got pushed into corners and panicked. Something man a hero has done and been forgiven for."

"So what... you want to release me?" asked Clayface, looming at the man. "Looking like this?"

"Well, I wanted you to participate in a therapy program first. you'd be meeting with me three times a week individually and partaking in a group session twice a week. we'd also get to test a theory of mine."

"Theory?" asked Clayface.

"Yes, Mr. Hagen. I've noticed that you have the ability to shapeshift into any form you can imagine, and hold that form indefinitely."

"Yeah," grunted Hagen. "But when ever I let my mind wander I always come back to this.

Dr. Samson held up his hand. "What I was thinking is that perhaps your 'resting form' is based on your personal view of yourself. Mr. Hagen, your appearance is based on your will. It makes perfect sense that perhaps your resting form is based on your perception of yourself. simply put, you think of yourself as a monster, you did even before the change. Perhaps that is why you have this monsterous form."

Clayface seemed to ponder this for a while. Dr. Samson nodded as he said, "You think this over. I have a few other potential... class mates to recruit. I'll come back and talk to you tomorrow and see if you're interested. this is all about your choice." he smiled and walked away.

he walked all the way to the women's ward, to a door. "Greetings Dr. Isley."

"No one's called me that in a while," said the red-head lying on the cot. "Come to get your rocks off?" she asked. many times guards would come just to stare at her or one of the other female inmates. her pheremones caused problems like that.

"No, Dr. Isley," he said. "Nice to see you can still afford a decent lawyer," he said with a nod of his head to the surroundings.

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. "You don't believe I'm crazy?"

"Not in the slightest," he responded. "I believe you are... a terrorist. an extremist who will do anything for her cause."

"Wow," she said a humorless voice. "Someone finally gets it." She stood up and looked him up and down. "And you are?"

"Dr. Leonard Samson, Psychologist," he introduced himself.

"I thought you said I wasn't crazy?" she said, almost playful.

"You aren't, but I was hoping for your help with a patient who is," he explained.

"You want my help patient?" she asked incredulously. "I think who ever gave you that dye job took the chemicals a bit too far."

"not a dye job," he corrected with a smile. "And this patient... well, I think you would be concerned for her."

"her?" asked Poison Ivy with a quirk of her brow. "You're talking about Harley, aren't you?"

"Yes," he said. "I've read her jacket several times, and as far as I can tell, before and after her break you had the healthiest relationship with her that she's ever had."

Ivy took on a suprised smile. "Well, I tried to help the poor sap, but she's hopelessly addicted to 'Mr. J.'" she sneered the last words as she mocked Harley's inccessently chipper tone.

"Most abused women are addicted to their man," Dr. Samson added.

for a moment, Pamela Isley allowed shock and rage to pervade her face before he settled back to it's normal impassive mask. "He's hit her?" she asked.

he shrugged. "Well I can't discuss whats in another patients medial files with you, but he's a psychopath. are you telling me you never suspected?"

She sat down on her cot. "Always," she answered. "It's why I kept teaming up with her. Trying to get her away from that psychopath. I mean, she was no picture of sanity herself but..."

"no one deserves to be beat around like a punching bag," he said solemnly. "I had a friend once who was abused as a child. Dr. Isley I'd like you to join a therapy program I'm starting with the most treatable patients here at Arkaham. I was hoping you would join the program to help Harley. I think It'd make her more comfortable knowing that her friend is doing this too."

"How does the program work?" she asked.

"Well, you would have to do the three weekly individual sessions if you do sign on, but just like any regular therapy session you only talk about what you want to. and then there are the two weekly group sessions. That's where I think you'd really help out Dr. Quinn."

"I'll do it," Pamela Isley said. "Harley is my one friend... all the rest of the meatbags... For Harley, I'll help."

"Thank you Dr. Isley," he responded with a bow, walking away. he had two more to talk too in the women's ward before circling around to check up on Mr. Dent again.

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[Anubis]

Good stuff Zoke