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

If the English have a Captain Britain than the last thing an Irishman would do (and especially the prime minister of Ireland) is call its national hero Captain Ireland.

Good point. He'll end up having a different name. But he's supposed to b in the vein of a Captain America or a Captain Britain, in that he wears the country's flag as a costume.

You've also got two Cúchulainns there.

That's the idea. The government wants their own version of Thor, so they pick an indestructible superhuman and give him a spear and a costume. Then the real Cúchulainn shows up as a nationalist terrorist and A) causes something of a PR nightmare for the team, B) instantly forms a rivalry with the imposter.
 
If the English have a Captain Britain than the last thing an Irishman would do (and especially the prime minister of Ireland) is call its national hero Captain Ireland.

They would call him Captain **** You, Britain.
 
They would call him Captain **** You, Britain.

I doubt the church groups would be too fond of that. I was thinking something more along the lines of "The Defender." Or maybe something in Gaelic.
 
Oh come on, everyone would love Captain **** You, Britain.

I mean except the British, which is more or less the point.
 
Anyway, that reminds me. On to England:

Really, Marvel's got a really good set of English characters. They're simply either under used or poorly used.

Pete Wisdom: Some folks accuse him of being John Constantine-lite. And, yes, there is a bit of that. He's certainly got the acerbic chain smoking trench coat wearing paranormal investigator thing down. But, unlike Constantine, Wisdom works for the government, and that gives him a whole other angle to work from. Now, I didn't like his MAX mini series, which is dissapointing, because someone who travels all over Europe beating up monsters and super humans for the government is not a very hard concept to pull off. But, at his core I think he's a good character, and besides needing a decent creative team, he's fine as is. I would, however, probably make him a part of an ensamble cast with Elsa Bloodstone and Dane Whitman.

Excalibur: Honestly, I think they're fine as is. However, I'd play them up as England's answer to The Avengers, and not just an extension of the X-Men. To that end, I would add a few more non-mutant members, like Lionheart and Warlock.
 
Oh come on, everyone would love Captain **** You, Britain.

I mean except the British, which is more or less the point.

I think I would actually have a Captain **** You, Britain. But he'd be a crazy vigilante type and not a member of the big team.

On that note, here's my revised idea:

Shamrock: Her father was an IRA trained guerilla, and it's been shown that he wanted his kids to follow in hif footsteps. So, it stands to reason that he would have taught them everything he knew. As such, she'd probably be one of the few hairdressers who knows how to whip up a car bomb in under twenty minutes with supplies bought at a hardware store. Once her leg's healed up, she'd go back to vigilanteing because she's fully capable of it, powers or no. Naturally, she'd have some trouble, learning to not rely on her powers, and would have to compensate. Her costume would get an overhaul, to be a bit more practical sans good luck powers. Obviously, it would be a bit more armored 'round the torso, and would have pockets for holding several weapons. I know it's a bit of a cliche, but I would give her an overcoat simply for the sake of carrying weapons in. Her weapons of choice would be two 45. hand guns, each one with three sets of bullets: Regular, rubber, and tranquelizer. As her training is that of guerilla warfare, her specialty is stealth and surprise atacks, and will usually snipe at criminals with tranquelizers and tie them up once the drugs have taken effect. She's also the leader of a team called The Sroicheadh (Gaelic for "safeguards"), who all dress in the same costume. The idea is to give the impression that it's all the work of one person.



Black Tom: He gets picked up by Interpol, and is given the choice to head up a covert ops team for the European Union, or go to jail. Obviously, he chooses the spy work. The team is akin to DC's Suicide Squad, and takes on the missions that the governments of Europe like to pretend don't happen. Haven't quite figured out the roster, but it'll be a mix of pre-established villains and new guys.



Siryn: Is contracted by the Irish Defense Force to form a super hero team, for the sake of good public relations and national defense. The members are:

Cosantóir: The U.S. has Captain America, England has Captain Britain, and he's the Irish equivalent. Like Captain America, he has an enhanced phisiology and is a master combatant. Carries an adimantium staff as opposed to a shield. Rides around in a small personal jet with VTOL capabilities. He actually resents his code name and costume, and he feels it's just cheap publicity.

Cúchulainn: A mysterious figure recruited by the government in secret. He's meant to be a counterpart to Thor, although one thing that is certain is that he isn't the Irish Folk Hero who's name he uses. All that is known is that he carries a spear, is indestructible, heals very, very quickly, and has a monsterous rage and an almost sociopathic aditude in combat.

The Lilliputians: A small squadron of soldiers equipt with Pym Particles.




Captain **** You, Britain: A street thug/vigilante who chose the name to, obviously, mock Captain Britain. Is the leader of a gang/team called Gáe Bulg, which is itself a mockery of Excalibur. Members include Demon, a scaly skinned acrobat/cotortionist, Firebird, a woman with a compact flamethrower, and Monster, a very big, very strong fellow. Captain **** You, Britain's "powers" include a titanium baseball bat and a love of PCP. Eventually, they fall in with:

Cúchulainn: The real Cúchulainn is a player in this. Resurected by the magicks of a group of teenagers who didn't really know what they were doing, he found himself forced to aclimate to the modern day. Disgusted with the modern world's lack of respect for it's heritage, especially in Ireland, where barely 40% of it's people can speak the Irish language better than a tourist, and possessing the aditude of a Dark Ages Irish warlord (as he is one), he becomes the leader of a particularly militant group of Irish Nationalists. Serves as the primary antagonist to Siryn's team, and is a sort of Magneto to their X-Men. Has tried and failed to kill the other Cúchulainn on several occasions.
 
The Questiuon presents:

How I would handle The Zodiac: After his many failed foreys into organized crime and terrorism, Jake Fury (yes, the brother of Nick Fury) begins to plan very long term. He forms a new Zodiac, this time based on the Chinese Zodiac, to serve not as a gang of theives, crime syndicate, or group of terrorts/extortionists, but to serve as a secret society that will, over time and with much planning and deceit, gain political, social, and religious power in the world. It's basically Marvels'equivalent of the Illuminati. The members are:




Rat: Jake Fury

Ox: Wilson Fisk

Tiger: Crossbones

Rabit: Emma Frost

Dragon: The Mandarin

Snake: The Abomination

Horse: Taskmaster

Sheep: Puppet Master

Monkey: Arcade

Rooster: Count Nefaria

Dog: Magneto

Pig: Absorbing Man

I'd play these guys up as THE villain team of the Marvel Universe. They'd have their fingers in everything, and they'd be secretly pulling the strings of people from Tony Stark to The President, often without them even knowing it. By the time people caught on to them, they'd be so well secure that after the big event, they'd still be there and only slightly inconvenienced. Of course, not everyone there has purely malicious goals. While she is atracted to power, Emma does think that she can use the organization to do good, and Magneto feels that the only way he'll ever acheive a better world at this point is to sink to this level. Taskmaster simply joined for money and power and found out very quickly that he was a tad out of his depth.

Q that is freaking brilliant! Damn even their zodiac signs sorta match!I'd make a few changes though,

Pig = Purpleman (Absorbing man is in no way a criminal mastermind.)


Rabbit = Lady Hydra (Since Emma is kinda a good guy now.)
 
Pig = Purpleman (Absorbing man is in no way a criminal mastermind.)

They're Zodiac signs are based on their personalities. Pig fits Creel much better. Besides, the idea is that, by the end, he becomes more like the Absorbing Man in Earth X (all powerful criminal mastermind who slaughtered the entire Avengers).

Rabbit = Lady Hydra (Since Emma is kinda a good guy now.)

That might work.


Also, here's my idea for a run on Superman:

I've noticed that, for a while now, Superman's stories have been in a rut: He flies around the city, some weird sci-fi leftover from the B13 virus or one of Metropolis' hundreds of mentally deranged vagrants with access to vaguely futuristic technology starts causing trouble. Meanwhile, he's going through some kind of trouble at the Planet, be it some upstart reporter vying for his job, a story that would help bring down some corrupt fatcat or otherwise help the city that isn't getting anywhere, or something like that. He asks for Lois' or Ma and Pa's advice on one or both of these matters, and then he comes up with some solution, either wrapping things up that issue or taking a few to complete.

My idea is to start from the angle that the reason the comics are in a rut is because Clark's life is in a rut. He's fallen into a pattern. A daily formula with minor variations depending on the situation. And you know what? He's fine with that. Clark's always been a simple guy. Not that he's uninteligent, but he likes things to be simple. Likes things to be quiet and to run smoothly. In the weirdness of his life, the formula makes him comfortable. So, the first couple of issues of my Superman run would be fairly standard. **** goes down and he handles it in the tights, right alongside **** in the office. That'll last for maybe five or six issues.

But then, something would happen that would stand as a testiment to one very simple truth: Sometimes life deviates from the formula very abruptly.

During one of the early, standard issues, there would be a few instances where Lois tries to talk to him during the day, but either work or his Supermaning keeps him too busy to listen. At the end of the day, everything's fine and the city is safe, and Clark has enough time to listen to Lois tell him that she's pregnant. Going from there, their first question is "how is this possible?" They are told by some scientist, perhaps Mr. Terrific and Dr. Midnight (I must say, I absolutely adore that pair), that it simply isn't. But it happened anyway. It is the very definition of a miracle.

Meanwhile, and this would start in the second or third issue, during the standard stuff, to keep things interesting, we see Lex on the run. He realizes that his sanity has been slowly deteriorating ever since his impeachment, culminating in the seemingly random killings of his Everymen and his rampage in Metropolis. His obsession with his rivalry with Superman has led to him developing severe paranoia and violent moodswings, to a point that borders on DID. He goes on a sojurn of sorts across the country to face himself so he can once again face the world, as well as build up resources and manpower. He ends up meeting a genius college student who wishes to become a mad scientist, and she acompanies him on his quest.

Clark is trying to adjust to becoming a father, so much of the next few issues will be more talking heads style. Not much action, more character stuff. There'd also be a sub plot about a new mobster in Metropolis that would slowly grow in importance. Lex finds inner peace, and begins to atempt his old goal of saving th world from itself anew, this time forming a team akin to The Authority or The Elite (possibly even a new incarnation of The Elite). He also remembers something that had been taken from his mind: Superman's secret identity. They start operating much like The Authority, hitting the corruption of the world with no regard for the law and a very totalitarian aditude. Lex begins wearing a suit akin to what h wears in Justice. Eventually, Lex starts going after the mobster in Metropolis, who is revealed to be The Parasite in disguise. Able to sense that Lois is pregnant when they come face to face, he tries to use that against Superman, resulting in a direct confrontation. This teaches Clark that his responsibility is no longer just saving lives. He's not got a family to protect. Rudy gets away and Lex kidnaps and brainwashes him for his own ends.

Lex's team become major figures in world affairs, with Lex becoming a sort of outlaw celebrity, hated by many and loved by others. He starts stealing advanced alien technology from the government and sharing it with the Earth, while also working with his team's resident mystic (Hat?) to help spread understanding about the spiritual nature of the cosmos, as well as the ties between longevity and the will to live (siting a Mr. Hob Gadling from England). He also begins killing third world dictators and taking over. This comes to a climax when he takes control of the U.N. and the White House and starts declaring himself and his team as the new world rulers.

Lex then sends Parasite and a newly hired Metallo to Clark Kent's apartment to beat him into a coma as he poses a threat to Lex's new world order. He then uses the adresses in Clark's apartment to take out other League members and other potential threats. When Clark is in his coma, he has a sort of near death experience where he talks with Mxyzptlk about what's going on with Lex, and his life in general. Naturally, Ray Palmer, who's been able to evade Lex's detection, works with Dr. Midnight, Mr. Terrific, and Steel to save Clark's life and revive him. That group then opposes Lex and end up stopping him, in a massive fight scene in New York to rival the last two issues of The Ultimates (they'd also be on time). Lex is arrested.

The next few issues are about the aftermath of Lex's coup. Clean up, reconstruction, and trying to bring stability back to the world governments. The next issue covers Lex's trial. At the end, the sentence is death by firing squad. Mxy starts apearing during his dreams, offering advice in regards to the changes in his life. We then see Lex's exicution, held in Metropolis at his request. There's no daring escape or door left open for a clever retcon. The gaurd puts a black bag over his head, and a firing squad ventilates his chest.

Clark, shaken by the recent happenings with Lex, and at a loss as to how to deal with raising a potentially super powered child and protecting his family from everyone who might want to hurt the kid, turns to ma and Pa. But for the first time in a while, they can't help him. This is a situation unique to Clark, and he has to figure out how to deal with it on his own. Mxy apears to him again, and offers a "tour of the office" while they talk. Going on a makeshift vision quest, Mxy breifly explains the nature of things while giving Clark what he really needs: Advice. In the afterlife, Clark speaks with Connor and gains a bit of closure with that (part of his fathership anxieties was him worrying that he'd fail his kid like he failed Connor). He even burries the hatchet with Lex, who's still trying to figure out where to go. Lex says, looking back, that their rivalry was so immature, and neither of them had any real reason to hate each other. Lex then says that he's considering reincarnation, leaving the door open for a clever writer to bring him back in some fashion. Clark then goes on to finally really meat Jor-El, speak with a few supernatural beings, and comes back a bit wiser and more confidant.

The next few issues are rather filler, dealing with more standard supervillain crap. Would probably have him fight The Silver Banshee or Riot, just for kicks. This is all building up to the Christmas issue, where the baby, a boy they name James, is born. Thus, the pregnancy was a Christmas miracle. The next few issues is more lighthearted than the rest of the run, with Lois and Clark adjusting to paranthood.

The final issue of the run has several jumps several years in the future. One has James being about seven, with Clark talking to him about how much of a miracle he is, and how his powers might manifest in the future. The next has James in his teen years, dealing with standard teen crap, until his powers finally manifest when he jumps in the air and only keeps going up. The finally bit has James as a young adult, wandering the world and using his powers in secret as his father did many years before. It ends with James deciding that it's time to go home to "take a crack at the family buisness." He's last seen with a sketchpad in his hand with a crude depiction of a costume partially isnpired by Connor Kent's many looks.

An interesting note is that, while the reincarnation bit would be, for the editors, a way of letting the next writer bring lex back, it would be strongly implied through his inteligence, mannerisms, vocabulary, and political veiws that James is in fact the reincarnation of Lex.
 
The Titan Awoken

In the year 1942, a man found himself transformed by a formula he called "The Titan Formula". He went on to become one of the greatest Heroes our country ever knew. on March 3rd, 1958, he was struck down while defeating his greatest enemy, Chronos, the only other person to have been transformed by the Titan formula. Chronos died that day, and the Titan, Dr. Michael Webber, might as well have too. The Titan fell into a coma after exposure to mendeleevium, the only substance that could poison him. March 3rd was made into a national holiday. A conglomerate of companies and corporations over the last fifty years have paid the Titans medical bills so that, despite his deep coman, the Titan has remained alive, never aging, never moving. his hospital room, where ever it maybe, is a national monument.

May 7th, 2008

"How's his vitals?" Dr. Walder asked.

"Fine, as usual," the Nurse, Ms. Anita Jackson, replied. she was bored with her job here. she was previously distinguished as an award winning ER nurse, and had her pick of hospitals. She was working in Webber Memorial Hospital, thinking that caring for the Titan would be a thrill. It wasn't. His vitals maintained and almost eerie consistancy, never wavering more than two millimeters mercury or one heart beat a minute, or a single degree from what they always were.

Dr. Walder smiled. "And you thought this was a razzle-dazzle assignment?" he shook his head, brushing hard against the CNA that was going into the room. Dr. Walder was famous. Not because he was a highly trained specialist, he wasn't. he was a general practioner handling the long term ward here. He was famous because he cared for the Titan.

Amy Ngyuen was the CNA that had just been brushed. She went about her duties, cleaning, changing, and repositioning the Titan. Amy wasn't famous. She worked here five days a week, handling seven other patients, besides the Titan. However, she knew more about the Titan than his Doctor did, almost more than the nurse, but Amy liked Ms. Jackson.

As Amy always did, she talked to her patient while performing her tasks. "Well," she said. "News in the world today, seven more bombings in Iraq since last weekend, but the ICG is trying to find some way to take care of that, I somehow doubt any progress will be made... those guys today are just hot air. not much better than poloticians. Back in your day, I bet things got done a lot faster." she gave him a pat on his but to signify that she'd finished changing and repositioning him. "Alright, Dr. Webber, if you decide you want to talk, just push your call-button and I'll come sit down and have a chat with ya'." Amy always thought it was cute to end her time with him like this. She wanted to believe that maybe... heck, he could come out of it. She was a young girl living on her own in the city; romanitc notions were something that kept her from becoming the bitter cynical person Dr. Walder was. she turned to leave, but suddenly felt pressure on her wrist. she turned and nearly fainted. Dr. Michael "the Titan" Webber was holding her wrist lightly, gesturing to the feeting and ventilation tubes coming out of his throat.

Amy had enough sense to hit the call button before fainting dead away.
 
The Titan Awoken II

"Dr. Webber's buisness is no one's but his own," Amy Ngyuen shouted as she was assaulted by all forms of paparazzi trying to get out of work a week later.

"Need some help?" asked a voice from above her. she looked up to see Titan, floating just above her. she reached out and took his hand. and he flew her up. "Is your car around here ma'am?" he asked.

"No," she replied, a little out of breath. "I take the bus to work... oh my stars and..."

"Thank you, by the way," he cut her off.

"For what?" she asked, blushing. she really did have a crush on this guy. they set down on a roof top a few blocks from the hospital.

"For keeping my buisness private... given your exposure to me... or rather mine to you, you could probably have made a good bit of money with those vultures... I'm still shocked that what they do is legal."

She sighed. "Media today." she rounded on him suddenly. "What the hell are you doing out of bed?"

"Just released," he explained with a smile, "But thank you for your concern miss... I'm sorry, you took care of me for so long and I don't know your name."

"Ngyuen," she said. "But call me Amy."

"Amy, thank you for your care over these last few years. It may take me a while, but I'm going to try to track down and thank everyone who ever cared for me."

"It won't be hard," Amy dismissed. "They're probably all getting lined up for interviews on 'Super-Beat', its a rag show revolving on supers."

"Oh," he replied blushing. "So much has changed," he said, looking over the city. "When I last saw this place... it was so different. Cleaner, happier,... younger I guess."

Amy felt bad for him. Rip Van Winkle didn't even have it as bad as this guy. "If you ever need a tour guide," she offered. "I'm free most weekends."

He smiled, about to agree to her offer when another voice came up. "Actually, Miss Ngyuen, that would be my job." a man with monky like feet and an incredibly thick torso sat on the edge of the building. "Allow me to introduce myself Titan," said the man with a bow. "I'm Prof. Leonard Savan, but most call me Mr. Savage." he did have a savage look to him, but his voice was one born, raised, and highly educated in the American Northeast, more than likely Boston. "I'm the representative from the International Council of Guardians, an organization dedicated to the principals of equality, and protection of the whole human race, and other beings who choose to settle on our world."

"I remember," Titan said. "I'd handed a draft for an idea of something simiar to Lord Thunder, a friend, a month before... my coma."

"So the Legend is true?" Mr. Savage grinned, showing off sharp fang like teeth, "You were the true founder. Well, please, come with me, much to do and little time to do it in."

Webber turned to Amy, "I'm awfully sorry Amy, but I don't think I can see you home. Can you get home from here?"

"Sure," she said, a little saddened. she turned a distrustful eye on Mr. Savage and walked to the roof access door. "Um... be careful Dr. Webber," she warned, but said no more.

"What an odd thing for a lady to say," mused Dr. Webber.

"Pay it no heed," dismissed Mr. Savage. "She's obviously one of those naive baseliners who thinks being a Super is tantamount to being a dictator."
 
Titan marveled at the spacious room he'd been teleported into. "How exactly did that work exactly," asked Dr. Webber.

"We have good technology." Mr. Savage said simply enough. "Now, it was virtually unanimous that you be automatically placed on the Guard Council as a special advisor."

"Can you explain this position to me," Titan asked as they moved swiftly through the halls, other costumed heroes stopping to gape at the Titan. "In my original proposal to Lord Thunder, there was a council of highly intelligent and extremely learned Champions."

"Same thing," Mr. Savage replied lightly as they approached a large room.

"But I'm not..." he was cut off however when the doors opened. somewhere around fifty supers filled this room, and all their eyes swiveled to Mr. Savage and Titan. in the center was a large man in white with a woman in black at his side.

The man in white swooped quickly to the doorway, seizing Titan's hand in a firm shake. "The Titan," began the man in white. "It is an honor to meet a living legend." The man in white had thick british accent. "I am Lord Brittania, and this is my personal assitant Maiden." The girl in black bowed but remained silent. "I am Premier of the Guard Council. That just means I mediate and cast the tie-breaking vote though."

He guided the Guardian to a seat near the front. he had a woman to his left, and a young man to his right. the young man had his head back, looking asleep. the woman scowled at him. "this," Lord Brittania began. "Will be your seat. Standard rules of parlimentary procedure apply, you may want to spend your first few sessions getting to know the way of things before you make a motion your self, but your input will always be highly valued. Again, it is a great honor to have you sitting in council... the man who, Legend says, Originally suggested the ICG." Mr. Savage leapt off agilely to a seat across the room.

Lord Brittania began to espouse on the honor of having the Titan there. Dr. Webber however was confused as to his presence. He was educated, yes, but he was certain to be behind the times now. He couldn't be nearly as smart as the men here today. he turned to his left and extend his hand tot he woman, who was asian and wearing clothing that seemed charactaristic of a samurai. "Hello Miss," he greeted her.

She scowled at him again and turned away.

frowning he turned to his other side and tried again. "Sir?" he called, realizing the man WAS asleep.

upon the word, "Sir" the young man jerked awake. "I OBJECT!" he shouted, obviously not knowing what was going on. the other members shook their heads, apparently this wasn't a rare occurance. the young man rubbed the sleep from his eyes. he was clad in bright orange and electric blue. he turned to Titan. "Hey, you're that guy." he said, seizing the Titan's open hand. "Dude, So rocking to actually meet you. I'm Lightining Strike" he introduced himself. "You knew my grandparents, Lord Thunder and Quick-Strike."

Lord Thunder was a familiar name indeed. supposedly a neo-god descended from on high. Quick strike was only a teen when he fell into his coma. a comely woman with super-speed and highly proficient in martial arts. "Yes, Your grandfather was a good man, and your grandmother had good potential."

Lightining Strike looked at him confusedly for a moment. "Oh, yeah, you don't know," he suddenly realized. "My grandmother became a bigleaguer about a decade after you checked-out."

"And the lady on the other side of me?" he asked.

"Ookii," he answered. "her father's the Japanese Prime Minister. She's a grower."

"Oh... and you're both geniuses... thats impressive," he remarked.

Ookii finally let out a harsh laugh. "While I am not as stupid as this idiot," she gestured to Lightining Strike, "I am not a Genius."

"Then, with all due respect... why are you on the council."

"I told you," Lightening Strike spoke. "My grand parents were Lord Thunder and Quick-Strike, her father is the Japanese Prime Minister."
 
The Prince, The Pauper

Mackenzie Arthurs grew up in a group home in Miami. He was poor to say the least. To survive, he became a criminal, and fell through the cracks in the system. However, he always knew that he was different. Different from all those living around him. He knew that someday, something different would happen to him. He was right.

It started when he was young. He never ran out of breath like his classmates. He was an extraordinary athlete, however he was also too short tempered to stay on any team that could carry him out of the neighboorhood. Then, just after his twentyfirst birthday, his arms felt tight. He went to see a friend who had gone to medical school. His friend, begrudgingly, took some X-rays and found strange growths between the bones of his arms, and just beneath his diaphram in his abdomen.

When his friend couldn't tell him what it meant, he lost his temper, and the police responded. he ran and found himself cornered in an alley. As the police closed in, he held his fists up, ready to fight, when electricity leapt from his forearms, killing the police officers nearby. the surviving officers were so stunned he had a chance to escape. he dove into the marina, hoping to escape because of a little secret he never told anyone: He could breath underwater.

Knowing he couldn't return to the surface for a long time, he went about the costal waters trying to understand his gifts. That was when he met Rialah. It turns out, Mer-folk don't have fish tails. they just have long flowing clothing that make them look like they do. She lead him back to their city of Neek'va to show him around. Rialah's jealous cousin (Planing on marrying her), attacked Mackenzie, only to be electrocuted. upon seeing his gift, they recognized it: only the royals could creat light-arcs. He was taken immediately to the palace to learn that he, a lowly street thugh, was in fact, 5th in line to the royal throne.
 
The Prince, The Pauper

Mackenzie Arthurs grew up in a group home in Miami. He was poor to say the least. To survive, he became a criminal, and fell through the cracks in the system. However, he always knew that he was different. Different from all those living around him. He knew that someday, something different would happen to him. He was right.

It started when he was young. He never ran out of breath like his classmates. He was an extraordinary athlete, however he was also too short tempered to stay on any team that could carry him out of the neighboorhood. Then, just after his twentyfirst birthday, his arms felt tight. He went to see a friend who had gone to medical school. His friend, begrudgingly, took some X-rays and found strange growths between the bones of his arms, and just beneath his diaphram in his abdomen.

When his friend couldn't tell him what it meant, he lost his temper, and the police responded. he ran and found himself cornered in an alley. As the police closed in, he held his fists up, ready to fight, when electricity leapt from his forearms, killing the police officers nearby. the surviving officers were so stunned he had a chance to escape. he dove into the marina, hoping to escape because of a little secret he never told anyone: He could breath underwater.

Knowing he couldn't return to the surface for a long time, he went about the costal waters trying to understand his gifts. That was when he met Rialah. It turns out, Mer-folk don't have fish tails. they just have long flowing clothing that make them look like they do. She lead him back to their city of Neek'va to show him around. Rialah's jealous cousin (Planing on marrying her), attacked Mackenzie, only to be electrocuted. upon seeing his gift, they recognized it: only the royals could creat light-arcs. He was taken immediately to the palace to learn that he, a lowly street thugh, was in fact, 5th in line to the royal throne.


Z I need some kinda referrances here, I lost.
 
Trying to continue my DCAU to Marvel... lets turn the concept around...

"Well, this has just been a wonderfully confusing day," Peter mumbled. He and Jessica were the only ones left in the room. Flash and Wonder Woman had gone out to explore New York, escorted by Luke and Jessica Drew. Dr. Strange was meditating on the problem of sending their friends home. Wong was preparing the extra-extra-large dinner they would need now that Wally was there. Jones was a bit put off by how much interest Wonder Woman seemed to show in her, despite Wally's insistance that she had feelings for someone back in their universe. Peter was trying to figure out if it were possible that some higher force was pulling the strings to do all of this... it wouldn't be the first time. As if in answer to his question a large vortex opened up.

"What the heeeeAAAAAHHHH!" Jessica Jones trailed off as she was pulled into the vortex. Peter did his best to root himself and webbed Jessica, but the pull was too great and he was pulled in behind Her. Dr. Strange and Wong entered just too late to stop them but early enough to witness it.

"This reaks of something controlling it," Strange surmised. "Something either very wise, or very immature and bored."

"One comforting, the other dangerous," Wong replied.

~*~

"I would just like to say, for the record," moaned Spider-Man. "Ouch."

"Where. Is. Q." growled a woman's voice somewhere near his head. He looked up to see a woman with a small crossbow aimed at him.

"You don't look friendly," he commented, almost passively.

"Where is Question?" she growled again. The Huntress had lost him once, she wasn't about to lose him again.

"Question, question..." Peter pondered. "I don't know a Question. I know an Answer, will that help?"

"Maybe I can get some answers out of him," menaced Shayera.

"Back of Big-Bird," said Jessica, standing slowly.

"Stay on your knees," the Huntress ordered, turning the crossbow on the strange woman.

"I don't kneel for my husband," Jessica snapped. as she stood at her full height, Huntress fired an arrow, which shattered against Jessica's skin. "That was a mistake," Jessica growled.

"I'll take here," Shayera commented, flying at the woman who'd come out of nowhere.

"Friends?" Peter asked as he looked at Huntress. His spider-sense flashed and he yelped, "Guess not," as he dodged a small spray of arrows from her crossbow. Another flash from his spider-sense and he twisted in mid-air to avoid a couple bullets.

"Watch where you're aiming those," snapped Huntress.

"Sorry," snapped Vigilante. "That feller's quicker 'n a turkey on day before thanksgivin'."

"Oh, great," Spider-Man added to their conversation. "I'm being attacked by Lady-Laceration and Captain-Cowboy."

"Consernit," Vigilante "cursed". "Hold still!"

"Right," Spider-Man drawled. "I'll do that for you." he webbed up both gun hands, rendering Vigilante's six-guns useless. Then he hit Huntress in the face. "You people REALLY need to learn how to play nice."

In the air over the teleportation platform where they'd been unceremoniously dumped, Shayera was having a surprisingly tough time against Jessica. It seemed their powers were fairly close in level. The biggest diference was Shayera's mace.

"Geeze, This thing's not suggestive at all is it," Jessica grunted as she and Shayera struggled for control of the mace.

"It isn't to people without dirty minds," Shayera grunted.

"Speaking of minds," Jessica growled. Without another word she unceremoniously slammed her own forehead into Shayera's. Hawk-Girl, a little stunned by this, lost her grip, which gave Jessica enough leverage to wrench it free then turn it on Shayera. With her third swing, Jessica sent Shayera plummeting to the ground.

On the ground, the tables had turned on Peter as more League members had joined the fray. Peter could take on two or three highly trained baselines easily, but he was being swarmed and all of these baselines were damn good at whatever they did. Not to mention several meta-humans were joining in.

"ENOUGH!" came a loud bellowing voice.

Everyone, even Jessica, turned to look at the one who had spoken. It was Dr. Fate.

"If we are finished with the gratuitous violence portion of the evening..." Fate intoned with dissapointment.

"She started it," Spider-Man said pointing at Huntress, who was mouthing furiously behind her web-gag.

"Yes, she did," Fate replied, obviously implying that this fact was inconsequential. "I assume you have nothing to do with the dissappearance of our allies."

"Flash and Wonder Woman?" asked Jessica, boguarding the mace, despite a limping Shayera's outstretched hand.

"Yes," Mr. Terrific answered. "And Batman, Superman, Green Lantern, Question, and Supergirl."

"Just met Wally and Diane," Peter replied, standing up fully for the first time since he'd arrived.

"That is distressing," Dr. Fate replied. "My magics told me that they had all gone to the same reality. They must have been separated. But Wally and Diana are well?"

"Touring New York as we speak," Jessica said, finally handing the mace back to it's proper owner.

"Well, we'll have to try again when we can be better sure of our tracking spell," Fate mused. "I must go and see about crafting a better incantation."

~*~

"So those fake ID's?" Vic Sage asked the shady man.

"Normally, my customers don't ask to put the picture on themselves," the man said, clearly uncomfortable with the apparantly faceless man.

"I'll manage," Vic replied, snatching the small parcel from him and thrusting the money at him. he turned to walk off, then inclined his head to look down an alley. He continued walking calmly as if he'd noticed nothing. "Oops, I did it again," He started singing softly. "I played with your heart, got lost in the game." He sang the chorus through and then started it again as he leaned non-chalantly against a small wall next to an alley, a foot from a garbage can. He stood there singing for a bit, then suddenly grabbed the garbage can and swung it round the alley side catching a man off guard and knocking him unconcious.

the sleeze he'd been talking to before had taken notice and was coming over.

Question kneeled beside the Punisher, going through the man's pockets. "I don't normally attack first," he spoke to the unconsious man. "I usually leave such behavior to my girlfriend. However with the firearms in your hands, and the stylized skull on your torso, I thought the odds of you being on the side of angels was slim to none."

"You-you just took out the Punisher!" yelped the sleeze.

"The who now?" asked the Question curiously.

However before any sort of answer could be supplied, the unconcious man before them vanished in a dazzling array of light.



I think I know why I'm losing interest in you ideas now Z, its to much. To much to read and overly elaborated on and damn dude, you gotta start doing a cliff-notes version. Keep it short and to the point hell a short plot synopsis would be nice along with your long drawn out dialogue. Add some color to the thing highlight key words or whatever you want to focus on.
 
Marvel
Legion of Losers Guest starring Spider-man!
Creative team
Writer- Me
Artist- Corey Walker
Format
7 issue mini-series



Cast of misfits:
*Spider-man *Awesome Andy
*Deadpool *Gravity
*She-Hulk *Penance(Formerly Speedball)
*M.O.D.O.K. *Fin Fang Foom
*A.I.M.

GLI (Great Lake Initiative a.k.a. GLX,GLA...)
*Mr.Immortal *Grasshopper
*SquirrelGirl *Flatman
*Doorman
*Big Bertha

Agents of Atlas
*Namorita *Marvel Boy I
*Gorilla-man *Venus
*M-11 *Jimmy Woo

Nextwave
*The Captain *Boom-Boom
*Photon *Elsa Bloodstone
*Machineman


Plot:
The basic plot picks up on threads left over from the Deadpool/GLI: Summer Spectacular Special! Squirrelgirl when she visits Penance(formerly Speedball) finds that her true love is now a Trent Reznor,Emo-Ball of grim grief and not the happy bouncy Speedball. She surmizes that someone or something is out to tarnish or destroy the more jovial/comedic characters of the Marvel Universe.

Turns out she's right and theres a whole conspiracy to corrupt or out right kill the more oldschool happy go lucky heroes. It involves the Supervillians also the more embarrassing badguys are being targeted also.

Characters like the Agents of Atlas, Nextwave, GLI, Gravity, Spider-man even Deadpool are realizing that they are being targeted for 'retooling' as the story progresses certain characters are kidnapped and return all 'grim&gritty' ala Penance/Speedball.

Its basically Invasion of the Bodysnatchers, but instead of becoming emotionless members of a alien hivemind like the movies, these characters are turned into Frank Miller,Rob Liefeld, Mark Millar and Bendis type characters that are totally the opposite of the originals.

Example: In the course of the story a characters say Mr.Immortal would be 'retooled' and the rest of the GLI,AoA etc...have to deal with a Mr.I who's more Wolverine/Punisher hyper badass than his normal self.







 
MI-13
The Cast: Pete Wisdom, Dane Whitman, Jon the Skrull, Joseph Chapman, and Elsa Bloodstone.

The Premise: MI-13 is a branch of British Inteligence that deals with crimes, threats, and potential threats of a supernatural, superhuman, or extra terrestrial nature. They're job is to investigate reports of such happinings, use force against them if they prove truely dangerous, and do their best to keep it out of the public eye. While superhumans are common knwoledge at this point, one of the main reasons that America seemingly has a high superhuman crime rate than other countries is because some countries, like England, do their best to cover up super human crimes when they happen. It's a sneaky PR ploy, but currently it's standard operating procedure, so what can you do? Up until recently, Pete Wisdom has been one of the few MI-13 agents, as it is a very small and low budget agency. However, recent recruitment drives have brought in Elsa Bloodstone, nigh indestructible daughter of the famed monster hunter Ulysses Bloodstone, Dane Whitman, on again/off again "superhero" and paranormal investigator (albiet a generally skeptical one), and Joseph Chapman, latest soldier to carry the title of Union Jack and an expert when it comes to vampires. Returning from the (crappy) Wisdom mini series is Jon the Skrull, a renegade Skrull spy who was meant to take the place of singer/songwriter Jon Lennon. I thought he was an interesting character, even though the mini sucked, so I'm keeping him.

The Department, as it's agents call it, has them traveling all over Europe, investigating reports of, and sometimes fighting, monsters, demons, rogue gods, supervillains, and aliens. The plots tend to take inspiration from multiple sources, but generally things like the old sci-fi pulp fiction magazines, and Lovecraftian fantasy. MI-13 itself takes inspiration from The Initiative from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: They see the strange and unusual in the world as something to either kill, study, or otherwise bury so deep that no one will find it. Obviously, some of their agents, like Dane, have clashing views with the Department, which leads to some drama.

The First Arc: Reports come in from all over Europe of people spontaniously developing super powers that they can't control, or backfire on them in some other way. Cases of the mentally deranged super powerful sky rocket, as things like Giant Robot and Monster atacks, and Dark Lords with Orc Armies start popping up everywhere and are getting harder and harder to control. MI-13 is called in to find out what's causing it and to try and put a stop to it. But when they notice that these happenings become more and more frequent the closer you get to Norway, they soon realize that a very old and very dangerous threat is back, and they may be far out of their depth.​
 
Q I like it alot very BPRD.

John the Skrull yeah I remember him from Wisdom mini he was pretty interesting.

Truthfully though I'd rather those characters form a new Excalibur team.
 
Q I like it alot very BPRD.

What I'm trying to go for, at least when it comes to the higher ups in MI-13, is what if the BPRD were complete *******s.

John the Skrull yeah I remember him from Wisdom mini he was pretty interesting.

Truthfully though I'd rather those characters form a new Excalibur team.

I think Dane would work well on Excalibur, but Pete, Elsa, and Josh arn't exactly crowd friendly (people in costumes with super powers and very big guns tend to be a little scary). I'm thinking of doing my version of Excalibur, and basically play them up as the European Avengers.
 
EXCALIBUR

The Big Three

*Captain Britain -The team's 'Blunt object' he's the 'Thor' analogue.
*Union Jack - Team leader and 'Captain America' analogue.
*Black Knight - Science and tech guy with magical leanings 'Ironman'

Note: I chose UJ as team leader, because I think it's time for him to step his game up. Plus he's a soldier and has real leadership potential.

Cap'n Brit has always to me been more stand offish like he is a reluctant 'savior' type and it feels right putting him in a more mysterious enigma mode.

Dane to me is like the human lottery ticket of team-mates, this guy has magic,technology,scientific ability,a amazing fighter and loyal.

The other core members

*Flaming Skull - Great for humor and levity, he's nigh unkillable and a striking visual.
*Spitfire - Beauty and experience, has long ties to Invader history and UJ.
*Silver Sable - I figured she'd defected and is an 'Black widow' analogue.
*Moon Dragon - She adds knowledge of cosmic+alien going-ons plus she's a real b-tch! 'Scarlet witch' analogue.
*El Aguilla - What if? Antonio Banderas was a Marvel superhero! 'Hawkeye' analogue.
*Blade - Bear with me now..Baron Blood! + London = massacure, and Blade is there to clean house! He's offered a spot and accepts, and causes all kinds of drama.


Note: This to me is how Excalibur should be done. The European Avengers!
I'm sure you noticed the magical slant of most of the roster, Excalibur has always had that supernatural/magical bent to it. Nevermind Union Jacks history with vampires and the whole Captain Britain/ Black Knight Pendragon and Camelot background.

This is Europes Elite! Yes some of these guys are American, but Dane is a Pendragon and Blade is not centralized in one area.
 
Aside from Moon Dragon you should add someone with a little more Cosmic background. Since the Avengers represent every aspect of Superheroes (from Mutant,Human, Sorcery, Science, Time-Space, Cosmic, Mythology) you could also create a God/Goddess character with an European motiff. I'd prefer seeing Lionheart (without the mask) rather that Captain Britain though.
 
Aside from Moon Dragon you should add someone with a little more Cosmic background. Since the Avengers represent every aspect of Superheroes (from Mutant,Human, Sorcery, Science, Time-Space, Cosmic, Mythology) you could also create a God/Goddess character with an European motiff. I'd prefer seeing Lionheart (without the mask) rather that Captain Britain though.

That was one of my earlier ideas I just reposted it, my final roster for Excalibur would be..


UnionJack
Captain Brittain
Black Knight
Pete Wisdom
Elsa Bloodstone
Spitfire
Blazing Skull
El Aguilla

reserve:
Sabra
Arabian Knight
Le Peregrine
Lionheart



Captain Brittain is a mainstay of brittish comics history so he's not going anywhere, it's literally like saying Thor shouldn't be an Avenger in my opinion.
 
I'd try and have Excalibur be representative of the European Union.



Of course, if it were a perfect world, I'd have an excalibur title with Neil Gaiman and Mark Buckingham as a creative team.
 
Then it shouldn't be called Excalibur since Excalibur is distinctively British/English and while popular news has us believe that the Union and the GB are peachy the truth is they utterly detest each other. Problem is thinking of European heroes that would fit the whole Euro-centric team.

Sabra seems like a good idea but Arabian Knight feels like deadweight when you've already got Black Knight. Maverick (YES! MAVERICK!) could be a good Euro-hero too. Despite his name he's actually German. In fact he's one of the few German characters that represents another era of German history (East/West divide) rather than your atypical Nazi backgrounds. He's a soldier's soldier too.
 

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