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

Movie "Avengers Assemble" Pt. III

"Absolutely astonishing," Dr. McCoy said as he observed the Abomination suspended in an repulsor field that held him immobile. "You said your Body guard captured him?" asked hank.

"Not quite," Tony replied as several medical probes skittered across the Abomination's body. "He transported the thing here. Three other meta-humans rendered him unconsious."

"Actually, that was all Captain Marrow here," Spider-Man said as he walked in. he looked up at the creature. "You know, I've seen some transformations in my time but this... it's scary."

"I'm the Ghost Rider," corrected the dark rider. with a roll of his neck the flame extinguished and was replaced with flesh and hair. "But you can call me Johnny."

"HOLY CRAP!" yelped the Fantastic Four member. "You're Johnny Blaze! The world's best stunt master ever."

"I had a little help from on low," Johnny confessed.

"Don't you mean, 'on high'?" asked Tony.

"No," Blaze replied flatly. "What in the hell is that thing?" he asked, his Texas-drawl showing through.

"Exactly what we were attempting to figure out," Hank McCoy responded.

"Dr. McCoy," Spider-Man blurted out. "You're the secretary of mutant affairs."

"Not any more, son," Hank said, shaking hands with the only person in the room who was masked. "I have been meaning to ask you though... are you a mutant? People have been saying it, but I was wanting confirmation from the horse's mouth, so to speak."

"Nope," Shrugged the Web-Head. "Spider-bite."

"Right," chuckled the Human Torch. "And I'm just an android with flamable solar cells."

"In any case," Tony said, trying to jerk them back on topic. "The fact of the matter is that this... thing, this Abomination, was created through an unknown process."

"Genetic manipulation, then exposure to gamma irradiation," came a voice from the door. Dr. Bruce Banner strode confidently across, picking up a chart. he was still wearing the rough and mildly dirty clothes he had been when Ms. Potts had picked him up, but now he was at least clean shaven.

"Dr. Krenzler!" Tony greeted his guest. "I see Pepper was successful in convincing you to join me."

"It's... It's Banner," Bruce corrected. "And I did choose to come but... who's 'Pepper'?"

Virginia leaned on the door frame and smiled, "Me. Mr. Stark likes to give everyone nicknames."

"That explains Mr. Happy," Hank commented.

"Can't wait," Johnny Storm said to Spidey, "To meet Doc, Dopey, and Sneezy."

"In any case," Blaze said, jerking them back on track. "You said genetic manipulation, then exposure to... what?"

"Gamma Radiation," Bruce answered. "Specialized form. It was once considered for use in bombs, but it was too unstable. at times it would destroy everything, at other times it wouldn't even kill a person. However, I found that it was a fine energy source for nano-machines, however the nano-machines had some problems. however, when introduced into a being with proper genetic manipulation, it has the capability to mutate that being. The mutations can vary. It granted my father the ability to absorb anything and take on it's charactaristics. Me, it grants nigh unlimited strenth."

"It made this thing pretty damn strong," Spidey said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I would like to investigate the company that produced it," Bruce replied. "Pepper told me about a company called Sterns. Ultd."

"I've been having my attorney try to process press things through," Tony commented. he turned around and called to Pepper. "Pepper, sweetie, could you have Jen come in."

"Yes, sir," she replied with a smile, and lingering look at Bruce, before leaving.

"Jen's also been working on getting your fugitive status revoked," Tony added. "How are those sedatives working?"

"So so," Bruce replied as he studied the graphs.

Johnny Storm was standing off in a corner, letting those brains talk. Peter was standing close to Hank, Tony, and Bruce hoping to learn something from these brilliant men. Johnny Blaze was trying to figure out how dark magic could be involved in this Abomination's creation.

"No luck yet," came a quiet, meek, feminine voice from the doorway. "On either fr... BRUCE!" the shout from the woman's voice sounded odd, even to those who'd never met the woman.

"Jenny?!" yelped Bruce as he was hugged tightly.

"Wait, you know Bruce Banner," Tony asked Jen confusedly.

"Banner?" Jennifer asked. "This is my Cousin, Bruce Krenzler."

Tony hung his head and chuckled at his not spotting that connection.

"Our mother's are sisters," Bruce added. "I knew you were going to law school, but I didn't know you were doing corporate law."

"I'm not," Jen replied. "Mr. Stark is giving me experience in several different fields, tort, criminal, international, you name it."

"Well that was unexpected," Johnny Storm commented as he appraised the rather plain looking woman.
 
an idea for Marvel Max imprint

Mr. Immortal

Something most men quest for, search for, kill for: Immortality. Yet none have every truly attained it. There has always been some loophole, some way to render them vulnerable, which means they are mortal. No one has attained it... until now. Craig Hollis does not wish to live any longer. watch his trip through the dark side of Marvel's universe as he tries to find a way to end his soul's suffering, and try to find the reason.

Basically it would have most of the backstory that Slott laid down, except minus Deathurge. all of those things would simply be the antics of a spirited boy who was wearing out his single father. Next, subtract his idea to become a super-hero. He is searching for a way out, going to person after person: Reed Richards, Dr. Strange, Tony Stark, Dr. Doom, the Inhumans, and eventually before the compass points themselves to understand his existance. it would be much darker with different portrayals of the higher beings.
 
Okay, after 10 hours of blitz reading I have just finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I won't be posting any spoilers for the latest book (Or book 6/HBP as I thought it kinda blew), but I am interested in seeing if there would be any objection to me giving my own "Harry Potter How Would You Do It?" in here? In other words, would you guys cause me physical harm for posting HP stuff?
 
Since this isn't my thread thats not my call to make. How was the book incidentally?
 
Not bad, lots of dying. It was a damn sight better than Half-Baked Plot.
 
I don't care. Go for it. Also I don't care if you wanna post spoilers of the book. Not like I ever read any Harry Potter Books anyway. I hold a mild interest if any.
 
The Christmas Letter

Harry was a six year old boy when he wrote his first christmas letter to Father Christmas. It was done in school as a class project, so everyone was required to write them. Dudley's list had been over six pages long (though that was partly because he couldn't write legibly except in large letters). Harry's was a few simple lines on a peice of paper that he knew would never get mailed. They were instructed to hand the letters to their parents and guardians when they got home so that they could be mailed.

Harry did as he was told and was yelled at for being so greedy. the letter was tossed in the bin instantly, and he was sent to his cupboard. He was let out two hours later to do his chores, which included emptying the dustbin. as Harry put the rubbish in the larger rubbish bin inside the garage, he pulled out his sealed letter, addressed properly to

"Father Christmas
Main residence,
North Pole, Arctic Circle"

His teacher had been fairly impressed with how thorough Harry had been with the letter's addressing. Most children only addressed their letters with "Father Christmas" or "North Pole". Harry had even put a return address on the letter. Harry looked at the letter scornfully and tossed it to the side where the wind picked it up and out the door. Harry walked away back to finish his chores, and then go to sleep in his bedroom, putting all thought of his letter and christmas out of his head. He'd learned not to expect too much out of his life.

If the story ended here, things would have turned out no different than they'd already had. instead, the wind picked the letter up and carried it high above their heads. The funny wind carried the letter all the way to London and King's Cross, where it rest a few hours after it's long journey.

there in the train station it was stepped on by a handsome young red-head with drooble's best blowing gum on his shoe. He pulled it off, thinking it had fallen out of his trunk as he had run through the barrier, and stuffed it into his pocket.

It wasn't until many hours later, after his father had gotten him home that Bill Weasley turned out his pockets and found the letter from someone he'd never met. When he caught sight of the name in the return address he brought it to his parents straight away.

"It's from Harry Potter, Mum," he told her, showing.

"Well, how did that happen?" asked a bewildered Molly Weasley.

"Must have gotten away from the owl he put to deliver it," Arthur suggested. internally he thought that the boy must have mailed it with an owl before his guardians could sneak it away from him, because no sensible Wizard or Witch would labor an owl with a journey so far north just to drop the letter off in the middle of nowhere.

"Well..." Molly thought to herself as she held it out thoughtfully.

before she could speak a pair of streaks came out of nowhere, snatching the letter from her hand. Her eight year old twin sons had gotten a hold of the letter and were promptly opening it. "Let's see what Harry Potter asks Father Christmas for?" he said in unison.

"Harry Potter?" asked Ginny, poking her head around the corner. She'd already been enthralled to the story of Harry Potter for two years now.

"You boys stop that!" Molly called in a warning tone, they turned the letter over to their mother. She looked down at the letter, and couldn't help but read it herself.

"Dear Father Christmas

I do not know if you visit freaks. I know you visit good boys and girls, and skip bad boys and girls. My Aunt and Uncle do not tell me if I am being bad or good but I must always be bad because they are always yelling at me. I try my best to be good and not bad but they are always mad and call me a freak. If you come to visit me can you please not bring me anything but take me with you. My teacher says I am short for my age so I would make a very good elf. I promise I would work VERY hard for you. If you can not take me with you please bring me a new blanket as the one I have is very thin and it is very cold in my cupboard in the winter. I would take good care of it and would make sure it lasts so you don't ever have to bring me a new one. If I have been too bad then I understand. Have a very Happy Christmas and I hope you do not work to hard.

Harry Potter"

Molly clapped her hand to her mouth as she read on. "Bill," she said breathlessly. "Take your brothers and sister outside to play."

Arthur looked at his wife curiously, but as soon as the children were out of the house she gave her husband the letter and sat down at the table with tears in her eyes.

"What-what kind of life must he lead to want to be an elf?" asked Arthur, horror struck. "And this bit about the blanket and... am I reading this right Molly? Does that say 'Cupboard'?"

she nodded wordlessly and continued to stare off into space.

"What do we do about this?" asked Arthur. He wask asking more to get the thought out of his head so he could actually work on doing something about it.

"What can we do?" asked Molly hollowly. she could never imagine saying something so hateful to her children. As much trouble as even the twins managed to give her, she still could feel nothing but love for them at all times. Sometimes she even appreciated the excersise they gave her.

"We go to the ministry," Arthur said, grabbing his cloak. "I can look up who Harry's guardian is, and we can remove him from their custody. We..."

"The Order!" Molly suddenly blurted.

Arthur hesitated at the door. "Yes... let a few know. Lupin, Hagrid, the Headmaster. They were close with the Potters. I'm going to the Ministry... but first." he set the boy's letter beside a peice of Parchment he was going to use to help Ginny write her christmas letter on. with a wave of his wand he copied Harry's letter to it. "You take a copy and I'll take a copy."

Molly nodded and took the copy and went outside to tell Bill that he would be in charge until she or his father got hom.

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"Well, that's just not possible!" squeeked Arthur in surprise.

"What is it Weasley?" asked a robust voice. Arthur turned to see Ludo Bagman standing behind him.

"Oh... It's Harry Potter, Ludo," Weasley explained. "Somehow his christmas letter wound up with my son and... well it was rather disturbing."

"And what isn't possible?" asked Bagman lazily as he flipped through to find the file his boss had asked him for. he over looked the file in the process of listening to Arthur.

"Well, our magical records show that the legal guardian of Harry Potter is Sirius Black!"

Bagman rounded on Arthur, then looked at the list. "But that shouldn't be!" Bagman shouted, despite the fact that Arthur was standing directly next to him. "A conviction to Azkaban automatically strips the person of rights, especially the right to adopt."

"What's going on here?" called Amelia Bones, coming up behind them, and rather annoyed. First her secretary called in sick, meaning she had to go look up all her records and such, now these two low-level paper-pushers were taking up nearly the entire room. She gave her self a mental kick as she realized how she'd just thought of Arthur Weasley, the man who had given her the tip that got her promoted.

"Oh, sorry Director," Arthur beamed at his friend, who had just gotten promoted to Director of Magical Law Enforcement. "We were wondering if it were possible for someone, convicted and sent to Azkaban, to automatically inheirit their godchild?"

"No," said Bones. She looked over their shoulder. "Hmmm... let me see something." she rummaged in another file cabinet. "here we are," she said under her breath. "Sirius Black... He wasn't convicted!" she blurted out, rolling her eyes.

"not convicted?" asked Ludo. "But he's in Azkaban right?" there was a touch of fear in his voice.

"Oh, yes, yes," Amelia said dissmissively. "Ah, problem left over from Barty Crouch's term." she shook her head. "He sent a couple over there without trial or conviction. You know how sensitive these magical files are, they won't record something that isn't accurate, and since it wasn't recorded in Black's file, Potter's file... well you get it."

"Think you can take care of it?" asked Arthur.

"You mean give Black a trial?" she asked, dumbstruck. she looked upwards as she considered it. "Why not? Give the bastard one last breath of air before we chuck him away good and proper."

"Meanwhile," Arthur said, producing the christmas letter.

after reading for a moment, "Dear Merlin!" Madame Bones yelped. "You have his address," she said darkly. "Would you like a couple of Aurors?" she asked, a cruel smile spreading about her lips.

"That sounds good," Arthur said, "But only to conduct a proper investigation. You know how I feal about Muggles."

"I know, I know," she said with a sigh. It was perhaps Arthur Weasley's one great vice; his facination and admiration of Muggles.

Arthur was heading through the Atrium with Vetran Auror Alastor Moody and his trainee, Auror Shacklebolt. Moody stumped along behind him. "Glad to be working with you again," he growled at Arthur. "Ain't worked with you since that incident in Kent."

Arthur stopped and turned his wand on Moody. "That wasn't were we last saw each other," Arthur said flatly. "Where was it?" his voice was bored, but challenging.

Moody broke into a lopsided smile. "Good boy there, Arthur," Moody growled. "It was in Ulster."

"Can we get going?" asked Shacklebolt in an impatient tone.

"You'd do well to learn to slow things down," Growled Moody.

"Not broken him in yet?" asked Arthur, who'd liked Moody ever since he met him in the Order of the Phoenix meetings.

"I'm workin' on it," Moody growled.

"Wait!" called a calm voice from in front of them in the atrium. they turned and looked as one to behold Albus Dumbldore standing in front of them.

Moody let out a growl, he didn't like postponing his missions.

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It was late one Christmas Evening. Harry was curled in his cupboard, listening to Dudley rip through his presents. More than he'd gotten for his birthday, he'd chanted merrily. Harry was fidling with his blanket, trying to pretend it had been a christmas gift.

There was a loud knock at the door. Vernon, growling about bible thumpers, answered it. "What the ruddy-hell do you want, my family is trying to have a nice normal... urk!"

Harry's attention was grabbed by the sound of his Uncle being silenced like he'd never heard before. "Where's the boy?" asked a craggy voice.

"W-w-what b-b-boy?" asked Dursley stupidly.

"Not my Popkin!" wailed Petunia dursley. "You can have anything in the house, but not my Diddy-dums!"

"Not that boy," came a deeper voice. "The Potter boy."

"N-n-no Potter here," wimpered Vernon Dursley.

No one had ever asked for Harry before. he wondered what they could possibly want with him. But his Uncle had said that he wasn't here, so he wouldn't make a noise. maybe that would make him a good boy.

"We know he's here... Alastor, put that down," came a third voice, this one far more calm. "We know he's here, and we know what he is. We need to talk with him please. We won't harm him, I promise."

Uncle Vernon remained quiet. It was Dudley's squeaky little voice that piped up. "If you talk to him, can I go back to my presents?"

"I see no reason not," said the calm voice.

"He's in his cupboard, You'll need Dad to unlock it." Dudley paused as there were footsteps. "Can I go back to my presents now?"

"Go ahead," said the calm person, though he sounded signifigantly less calm.

Harry heard someone mutter something outside his cupboard door, and then heard the lock click open. It was pulled open and a face greeted Harry. he had a mop of red-hair that was just starting to thin at the back. he gave Harry a smile that reminded Harry of his teacher. "H-Hello," Harry said cautiously.

"Hello, Harry," said the red-head. "My Name's Mr. Weasley, would you come out so me and my friends could talk to you?"

Mr. Weasley backed up, and Harry crawled out of the cupboard to see a black man and a heavily scarred man that reminded Harry of just one thing. "Troll!" he yelped, hiding behind Mr. Weasley.

Alastor let out a small smile. "I'm no troll, Lad," he said, kneeling with great effort. "I'm just a bit roughed up. I won't hurt you." Moody gave Harry a smile that just made Harry hide behind Mr. Weasley's legs again.

"It's okay," Mr. Weasley said. "I promise, he's a friend."

Harry peeked out again, then finally stepped out and said, "I'm sorry sir."

"That's alright," Moody said, giving the boy a ruffle of the hair. "Way I look, surprised it doesn't happen more often."

"Now, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, kneeling down. "First, I have a present for you."

"For me?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes, for you," Arthur confirmed. "My son, accidently found your christmas letter, and..."

"So that's it is it?!" roared Vernon Dursley, who'd been standing between an oblivious Dudley and the wizards. His face turned puce. "The boy took the letter from the bin, loaded it with lies and called you lot here?!"

"I didn't," Harry wimpered, hiding again, but this time behind Moody. "I put it on top of the rubbish bin outside... the wind picked it up though."

Everyone was glaring at Vernon, who had suddenly remembered there were three fully grown wizards standing there.

"As I was saying," Arthur continued, wiping the glare from his face and returning to the fatherly look for Harry. "One of my boys accidently opened it and my wife and I read it. Don't worry, though," Arthur assured him. "We sent it along to Father Christmas after making a few copies. In any case, My wife wanted you to have this." Arthur handed Harry a lumpy package wrapped in old looking paper. Harry unwrapped it gently, which Arthur was glad for. with the size of his family, they had taken to reusing paper christmas after christmas.

Harry opened the package and beamed at the large, wolly, hand-knitted blanket inside that bore the initials "HJP" in the corner. Harry set the blanket down gently, without unfolding it, and neatly folded the paper back, also wrapping the string that had bound it around his fingers. He haded both Paper and string back to Mr. Weasley. "Thank you," Harry said, in awe of his first christmas present. He picked up the blanket and hugged it to himself.

Arthur took the material, and put it to the side. he smiled at Harry who was holding his present lovingly. Molly had just finished a blanket, intending it to be for Arthur. she hadn't stitched the initials in yet though as she had been knitting it in front of him, telling him it was just something for when it got cold.

"Harry," Shacklebolt finally spoke up. "Do you live in this cupboard?" while Arthur had been giving the boy his gift, Kingsley had moved around to inspect the cupboard the boy had been locked in.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered promptly and fearfully.

Kingsley pulled his head out and glared hard at Dursley.

"I believe you've seen what you need to here, Arthur," Moody growled. "Why don't you take the little spark along now while Trainee here and I... 'Talk' with the Dursley's?" There was a wicked looking in Moody's natural eye.

"I don't think so," Arthur said quickly. "I know exactly what that little 'Talk' would entail."

"Boy doesn't need to be here for either versions of this," Moody contested.

"Agreed," Mr. Weasley said in a tired voice. "So I made arrangements with Minerva."

Mr. Weasley oppened the door to reveal a severe looking woman with her auburn hair in a tight bun. She wore a tartan sash over her emerald green robes. "Hello, Arthur. Mr. Potter."

Harry looked up at her. Upon seeing her, she seemed to him like his viceprincipal; strict. Then she gave him a warm smile and he thought she was probably pretty nice afterall. "Mr. Potter, you'll be coming with me to the Ministry of Magic, where your living arrangments will be sorted out.

"Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked. "Magic is real?"

the heads of three wizards and one witch snapped upon Vernon Dursley. "The boy was not informed of his heritage?" said Minerva coldly.

"We were going to stomp it out of the little brat," said Vernon quietly, his face quite pale. "M-make him n-n-normal."

Minerva's hand flexed around her wand in the pocket of her robe, but she hadn't come for that.... no... She turned to Harry and gave him another warm smile. "Harry, Mr. Weasley, Auror Moody, and Auror Shacklebolt are going to have a talk with your Aunt and Uncle about how they've treated you. You are going to come with me and I'll tell you all about your parents, and the magical world... okay?"

"You knew my parents?" Harry asked quickly, forgetting Aunt Petunia's cardinal rule of "Don't Ask Questions".

"Yes," Minerva said with a wistful look in her eye. "I taught them. I am a teacher, you know. You may call me Prof. McGongall."

"And magic?" Harry asked. "It's real?"

"Yes child," she said as she lead him out the front door.

"Are there really dragons, and fairies, and unicorns?" Harry asked, just to be sure they were talking about the same stuff.

"Oh, yes," She laughed. "All of that, and many more things, too wonderful and incredible to imagine."

As the door shut, the three wizards remaining inside turned angrily toward the Dursleys.

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Harry had walked out in his Dursley clothes, still clutching the blanket to himself. he was now shivering against the night air. Minerva whipped the blanket out and wrapped it around him. She pulled out her wand and favored Harry with a smile as she cast a few warming charms and a sticking charm on the blanket.

"Where is the Ministry of Magic?" asked Harry excitedly as he was wrapped in a now magical blanket.

"London," Prof. McGongall told him. She kept a hand on her back to keep track of him and to make sure she could sheild him if necessary.

"How are we getting there?" he asked, looking around for signs of her car.

"We are flying there," McGongall informed him. "The Ministry gave me special permission to fly you to London. luckily both your home and the street where the Ministry is located have Notice-Me-Not charms on them." upon seeing Harry's confused face, she expounded, "Those are special charms that make sure Muggles don't see anything they would consider strange."

"Muggles?" Harry asked.

"People who can't do magic," she informed him. "Here we are," she said as they walked up to a lamp post with a broomstick beside it. "Now," she said holding the broomstick low, with one foot on either side. "You'll ride in front of me, so I can hang onto you." at Harry's skeptical look she prodded. "C'mon now Mr. Potter, I assure you it's safe."

Harry quickly moved to where Prof. McGongall indicated. he was nestled between her arms, and against her front. he was facing foward, but there was no way he could fall in any direction unless Prof. McGongall intentionally pushed him. He was scared, until he realized the broom was starting to rise. before he realized it, Prof. McGongall's feet were off the ground, and the pair of them were in the air. They rose quickly. then, like a shot, they took off.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Prof. McGonagall called over the rush of the wind.

"YEEEEHAAAAA!" called Harry in response. He had never felt more RIGHT in his life. It was like he was born to be up here. as soon as they got to their crusing altitude, McGongall, against every "Teacher Instinct" she had, let Harry steer for a while. He was fairly good considering his hands couldn't fit all the way around the broomstick yet. Harry turned this way and that way, making the broom dip and jump, but always intentionall McGongall noticed. the boy was feeling out the broom's abilties.

"You'll make a fine flyer," McGongall told him in his ear. "Just like your father."

"My dad flew?" asked Harry excitedly.

"Aye," McGongall said. "He was one of the best Chasers Gryffindor House ever had."

Harry didn't even care that he didn't understand what she was talking about. His dad flew. Harry was good at something his father was good at.

"I need to fly now dearie," Prof. McGongall told him as she brought him into land next to an old red callbox. Harry sighed wistfully as they walked on the ground. They opened the call box and stepped in. down, down, down they road while Prof. McGongall clipped the nametag to Harry's overly large shirt. it read "Harry Potter: Custody Hearing"

They made it down into the Atrium which was nearly deserted, save for one witch. she was a large woman who scooped up Harry the moment she saw him. "OH! You poor thing! I'm so glad George opened your letter... Couldn't have been more worried since I read it... Oh, and you're wearing my blanket, how sweet of you. I'm sorry it's a homemade thing, nothing..."

"I love my blanket!" Harry piped up instantly. "You made it?" he asked.

"Y-yes," she admitted.

"Thank you," he said genuinely. "It's the first gift I ever got."

"Oh!" Molly turned to wipe away her tears. "We must be getting on now Molly," Minerva said, ushering the boy along, taking the sticking charm off the blanket and removing it from his shoulders to fold it properly. she handed it back to Harry as they walked down a set of stairs, and a nother set in a stone hallway.

all the way to a stone room with a large chair in the middle of it. there were many people sitting in what looked like a gallery. In front of them however stood two men. One had a rough look about him like he barely shaved. a sunken look too. He definitely did not look healthy.

The other looked like he was graying before his time. He also looked somewhat sickly, but as if he had a prolonged mild illness, not the sudden harsh one the first man had. This second one had brown hair with gray peppered throughout. he wore shabby clothes and had a quiet demenor.

the first man had long black hair, tied into a rough ponytail. he didn't have a quiet demenor. "You said yourself you had no evidence against me!" he shouted at the gallery. "I've offered you veritaserum testimony or a pensieve memory! What more do I need to get custody."

"To not have betrayed James and Lilly," said the quiet one in a strained tone.

"Merlin! M-Remus, what do I have to do to prove myself? I wasn't the secret keeper!" begged the man with black hair.

"Ahem," coughed McGongall. the gallery and the two men turned to look at them.

"Oddsbodskins," said the black-haired one, sinking to his knees. an expression of jubilation crossed his face. Joy, pain, redemption, happiness, and celerbration crossed him. "You really did make it... Thank Merlin for that Harry."

Harry backed up, into Prof. McGongall.

"Mr. Potter," Prof. McGongall said tightly. "This man is Sirius Black, your Godfather. recently cleared of murder charges."

"You killed people?" asked Harry, fearfully.

"NO!" Sirius barked at McGongall. "I didn't kill anyone, It was Peter!"

"I believe you," said the second man, as if he had just recognized an old friend he thought was dead. "I believe you Padfoot."


(This was just a tad too long.
 
I have no right to criticize anyone else's posts in terms of length.

Zoken's domination of this thread continues! Seriously, do something, do ANYTHING to become an editor at Marvel, you are full of ideas. The rest of us can only scratch our heads in wonderment and grasp at straws to keep up.

As I am doing now. This idea is bred out of idle time spent at work or in transit to work. Make of it what you will. I've heard some posters like TheCorpulent1 and others mention stuff about the JSA's place in DC and the fact that by and large, Marvel doesn't have something to compare that to. By that I mean, a team of Golden Age characters that pre-dated their world's premire super-team that still are in operation AND trying to train some protoege's. In a way, Parker's AGENTS OF ATLAS addresses this, but they're a bit unconventional and destined for limbo due to low sales. Many of Marvel's Golden Age heroes were either discarded or currently dead (Whizzer, Mrs. America, Captain America, Jim Hammond, etc), or retired due to age or whatever. There have been V-Battalions and whatnot, but I figured a straight "Marvel JSA" riff was in order. Something more superhero-ish and less "military conspiracy". Much like the JSA, the roster actually got long. There will be some repetition of some past ideas posted here, so bare with me.

The team's name is called THE MARVELS, partly due to a lack of imagination, and that is what many of them were actually called. Plus, "The Invaders" implies you are INVADING something and usually sounds silly now (of course, what are the Avengers really "avenging" anyway).

Roster: The Elder Heroes

Spitfire/Jacqueline Falsworth Crichton): Still mourning the loss of Jim Hammond (who she was psychically connected to) and gotten out of a relationship with Union Jack (who would be an ally to the team, but is kept plenty busy in Britain), she's one of few members who kept in the thick of action off and on since the Golden Age. Blood transfusions from the andriod have elongated her life and vitality, as well as give her super-speed (which is about 50 mph, which is rather sucky, and would have to improve; Marvel has so few speedsers). The second transfusion is allowing her to attain faster speeds. She would be a key chairwoman, someone who has lots of experience from the 40's but has had to adapt to the times, having retired and returning, having grown old and then gotten youth back. She knows how both sides live, or at least has better understanding than some.

Blazing Skull/Mark Anthony Todd): The cynic of the team, he naturally got his powers from the mysterious Skull People and not only has his codename's ability, but also super-strength, agility, and regeneration. He has a red costume and crossbones on his chest like a pirate but he doesn't care. He also has maintained a short fuse, especially when anyone confuses him with Ghost Rider (or "that leather wearin' spiked demon knockoff", as Mark Todd puts it). Behind the cynicism, though, he has a good heart, and is a lot more square than the bike riding hero he is associated with. Some wonder if the cynicism isn't cultivated a tad because, well, who would fear a positive man with a flaming skull? He is eager not to seem like he is being outpaced by the younger generations.

Blue Diamond/Elton T. Morrow: The team's back-up to their powerhouse (coming up), he has spent long stints in semi-retirement exploring the area or having adventures in space. He is a man of organic blue diamond, but because of villains like Jack O' Diamonds and Diamondhead, he sometimes is mistaken for a threat by folks "not in the know", so he wears his iconic yellow & blue costume over his diamond form to appear more heroic looking. He is nigh-invulnerable, strong, and has experience with space. Unlike their actual powerhouse member, he hasn't lost touch with humanity and is more humble, glad to instruct others.

Aarkus: The original Golden Age Vision, Aarkus is an alien who has spent much of his life in the Smoke Dimension (or "Smokeworld") and while he has incredible powers, the more time he spends in the Smoke Dimension, the less tolerance he has for Earth, especially with criminals or laws that seem to aid them, or government ineptitude, or whatever. He isn't a villain; he cares deeply for human life and upon upholding the rule of law. He simply is appalled that actual humans and some of their institutions don't always agree. He is super-strong, bulletproof, can fly, travel via smoke to his homeworld (as well as manipulate any smoke or gas effortlessly), create mental illusions, and freeze opponents in ice by touch (now manifesting into some moderate "freezing" powers, although not on par with Iceman). He is the team's powerhouse. In fact, the more time he spends in Smokeworld, the more powerful he seems to become; on his world, efficient policemen are rewarded with more lessons/power upgrades, and he is among the top of their line (which is why, in the Smokeworldian sense of honor, he is allowed to aid Earth as well). He can be offputting, however, especially in the modern age. Since he can travel anywhere, he has spent many years policing the middle of the country, before the 50 State Inititative, as well as abroad. He allowed the andriod Vision to have the name, preferring his own anyway.

Red Raven: Technically, he had his own comic series before Capt. America (other Golden Age Marvel heroes of the time appeared in anthologies). Both he and DC's Hawkman debuted in the same year (1940), and both are very simular. Both actually have had complicated backstories; Red Raven's includes cryogentics and a fake robot duplicate that explained away his random death in the 70's. A nameless human taken in from Europe by an offshoot of the Inhumans, the Bird People, he was given artificial wings and set out to be thier champion. However, the Bird People have lost faith in humanity at times and once wanted to take over, forcing Red to place their entire race in suspended animation (where his daughter, Dania, grew up). In practice, he likely might seem as a riff on Hawkman, much as Taskmaster was simular to Deathstroke (both also debuted the same year). He has artificial wings, armor, and carries both simple and futuristic weapons (clubs, maces, ray-guns, anti-gravity guns, etc). Thanks to decades in suspended animation, he still appears to be in his mid-late 30's. He joins the team to show his people the goodness of humanity and to relearn it himself, as well as serve as a champion in the time of need (Civil War was seen as a shocking episode). While he has incredible combat experience, his experience with modern humanity is limited, and in that he has things to learn from his daughter and student, Dania. In terms of battle, he utilizes both simple warrior weapons and some hi-tech Bird-People technology; as in, he is happy with a mace or an axe, but if he must, is equally as effective with a laser-pistol or something. Maybe have some of those "simple" weapons get more futuristic, like Thanagarians on JUSTICE LEAGUE.

Scarlet Raven/Dania: Red Raven's daughter, she grew to young adulthood while he was still in stasis and they are beginning to bond as relations. While she still has things to learn about the arts of combat from her father, she is better at adapting to the modern Earth culture than he, so they rely on each other in a way. She takes the codename of Scarlet Raven to connect to his legacy as well as have some bit of uniqueness to herself.

Challenger/Bill Waring: Essentially, Challenger was somewhat simular to Batman. A mobster, Boss Dram, killed his parents, so he travelled the world for a decade or so, becoming a master of both armed and unarmed combat, from martial arts to swords, knives, firearms, etc. He put on a red & grey costume with a red star over the nose of his mask and had a habit of formally "challenging" criminals before defeating them. He avenged his parents by killing Boss Dram, and despite his willingness to occasionally murder criminals (or at least not bend over backwards to save them), the police in the 40's worked with him. He delt with both human crooks and some metahumans. Somewhere along the line, he was flung forward in time to the current age, where he employed She-Hulk to help him legally reclaim his identity, as he'd been declared legally dead. The circumstances of his "time-jump" are revealed; he had run across a young crook-in-training who was working a lowly "look-out" gig, but who also tinkered with objects to make garish weapons or armor. He got lucky and blasted Challenger with what he believed was a "disintegrator gun", but it actually hit Challenger with temporal energy and threw him ahead in time some 60+ years. It turns out that kid was a young Tinkerer, who in his old age is none too thrilled to have a Challenger back.

The Challenger is essentially returned to the modern age, still within a reasonable physical prime (barely 30), and at some 6' 2'' and 250 lbs, is a rather large combatant who has uncanny agility, mastery of disguises and countless weapons, and has enough knowledge of the nervous system to ignore the effects of pain in battle, being able to continue a fight longer than most humans (who aren't Capt. America at least). In some ways, while not cynical, he could seem like a Wildcat sort of character, a man who lacks any real "powers" yet can hold his own against many superpowered enemies through sheer skill and grit. However, he does have some "man out of time" element, so he relies on some of the others to fill in him. Challenger ends up adapting rather well, even to the point of letting his hair grow out a little. It turns out that with Jen Walters' help, Bill is able to legally reclaim his identity, as the law has no clause for time-travelers; as such, she exploits the loophole to cause the government to have to pay Bill some $24,000 in back Social Security payments, because his numerical age is what counts, not his biological age. The case is seen as a prescedent for immortal mutants or metahumans, and that pleases and displeases some. Bill uses the cash to set up an apartment and weapons for himself and get back to what he does, challenge crime.

Yankee Clipper/Patrick "Pat" Carney: A holdover from Byrne's THE LOST GENERATION detailing Marvel heroes from the 50's, most of whom died to stop a Skrull invasion. Yankee Clipper was one of the few who survived into the modern era, thanks mostly to an accidental time-jump with his belt. He was given a "time belt" by another traveller that augments his strength into the 1-ton class, and can generate a forcefield. When the FF debuted, he decided to retire, and while he has, developing a career as an engineer and eventually figuring out more about his time-belt, at least enough to activate the forcefield at will and to prevent being flung in time again. Watching the Civil War of superheroes struck him in the gut, feeling disappointed in the "newer generation" of heroes for the first time in his life. Upon hearing of the re-appearence of the Challenger and perhaps a kindred spirit (both were accidentally flung forward in time and had to catch up). He ultimately decides to join the Marvels and is one of their "tech" people. He isn't in his prime anymore, but still in good shape, and the belt evens the odds. He develops some ability to use the belt to "jump" a few seconds or minutes in time safely, so he can do recon or avoid some attacks. He also meet some peers he didn't know before.

Pixie: An Eternal and the other survivor of the LOST GENERATION, she kept in contact with her pal Pat and when he decides to get back into the thick of things, she feels the need to make sure to back him up. She also is a wealth of information, being immortal and all.

Night Raven: Easily the Rorschach of the roster, Night Raven is an immortal, regenerating and heavily scarred gunman who has been fighting crime for decades, since the 1920's. He never retired, he just avoided headlines and traveled around. The only modern hero who knew of his existence is Black Widow, and he aimed to keep it that way. Suited his "work" better. He was mostly in UK Marvel stories, but some characters like Thunderclap have "made the leap" in recent years, so why not him? Especially since he was argueably the inspiration for V in V FOR VENDETTA? A half-mohawk war veteran from WWI, he became a vigilante afterward and didn't gain his immortality until being laced with a semi-mystical poison by his nemesis, Yi Yang (who also is immortal). It scarred his body and while various potions have eliminated some of the downsides (like a perennial physical pain or outright insanity), Night-Raven remains scarred and sometimes a touch off-kilter. His scarred flesh is so thick it is tougher than leather, providing some protection. He uses two handguns as well as knives and a brutal instinct. Despite the fact that plenty of the heroes of the MARVELS have killed opponents in battle, Night-Raven is the most willing and bloodthirsty at it. Seeing the team as a means to and end and often times using them for food, shelter, or back-up for a raid of his, Night-Raven is the brooding rebel of the group. Deep down he does respect their dedication for justice, but he has been too twisted to really be able to trust anyone, except himself. The other MARVELS essentially like to keep an eye on him and be there to curb some of his bloodthirst and trim collateral damages, especially as people have died during his duels with Yi-Yang, who continues to stalk him, and vice versa.
 
The Legacies: Nice name for the young'uns who have a mentor to homage.

Scarlet Raven: See above.

Sun Girl II: This is probably the 3rd time I've used this idea in this thread, and maybe the 3rd time I change her name. The original Sun Girl was Mary Mitchell, who seemed not to age for several decades and was briefly the partner of the Jim Hammond Torch when Toro quit at one period. The original Sun-Girl retired after a while from being a heroine to write a novel about her adventures, which spawned a small line of sequals; she was a sort of "heroine Nancy Drew" of the day. Her grand-daughter, Maryanne Mitchell searches Mary's attic after the elder finally succumbs to age (and cancer), finding her wrist-devices and notes. The wrist-devices are alien, found in a wrecked spaceship that Mary had found; perhaps from the same race as Fin Fang Foom (where Mandarin got his rings). They bond to one's DNA when worn and can maintain youth and vitality, but slowly produce cancer with prolonged use. Eager for adventure and being inspired by a local crime wave, Maryanne dons the devices and discovers she can unlock additional abilities due to her youth and different genetic background. In addition to a blinding "sunbeam ray" attack, she can use the devices to emit a sunbeam-blast that can incinerate anything given enough time to focus, as well as converting sunlight into nutrition, so she can go far longer without food or water than a normal human, so long as in direct sunlight (for example, Maryanne could travel through deserts unaided), and this can even heal some wounds given time. Donning a mask and being as proficient in martial arts as her grandmother was, she sets out to do the memory proud. She is spunky but not dark or angsty. Unlike her grandmother, she is a light brunette.

Phantom Blonde: Wanda Grant, daughter of Louise Grant Mason, the original Blonde Phantom. Her mother retired, aged as gracefully as she could and spent years assisting She-Hulk (this was during the 80's-90's, which I guess in Marvel time would be "5-3 years ago") and her legal firm. Her mother's legacy as well as her association with She-Hulk and her adventures led her to don a costume and call herself Phantom Blonde. After some adventures, Wanda decided to complete her degree and get more training before deciding whether to really make a go at it. Now in her early 20's, Wanda is a blackbelt many times over as well as a regular fixture at the gun range. Louise kept in contact with some of the other heroes of her generation and when the MARVELS start to organize, she is part of their support team and naturally Wanda hears about it. As someone without powers who relies on her own skill and guile, in many ways she takes to Challenger's mentoring. This gets slightly creepy, as while Wanda is a legal adult and Challenger physically is no older than 31, some still see it as a possibility of seeming unethical if they get "too close". Except for Blazing Skull, who is cynical and doesn't interfere with the happiness of others, "so long as they mop up after themselves". She is older and more confident than Sun-Girl II, and probably a better combatant. Think of a young Black Canary, without the sonic scream.

Stat: Esteban "Stevie/"Spider" Beach was affiliated with Wonder Man during his solo hero career in CA. He gained the ability to create energy-composed duplicates of himself after Simon had an ionic incident that empowered a few of his pals, who briefly became a team called Crazy 8. Spider was one of only two of them who was able to retain some amount of power when Simon re-absorbed the ionic energy that empowered them (the other being Dreamer, whose power was a little like Sleepwalker). Still a teenager and still fond of Wonder Man, having wept when hearing of his hero's demises and overjoyed when finding he was alive, Spider ends up being "discovered" by the MARVELS as he attempted to launch his own solo career. He can still create energy duplicates of himself, dependant on his concentration and willpower; when he starts out, it is only 4, but in crisis it could be dozens. They follow his commands (mental or spoken) and retain all of his strength, speed, and skill, but a strong enough blow can cause them to dissipate. If this sounds like Naruto, DUH. Why NOT pay homage to one of the hottest manga characters of the decade? Stat's costume is red & black like Wonder Man's and he even dons red goggles (in place of shades) and sometimes a brown leather jacket. He has no formal combat training and probably has more impulse than experience, but a lot of heart. Not quite the cookie-cutter sort of legacy hero some might imagine from Wonder Man (i.e., a young tanker), but it'll do.

Mass Master & Energizer: If Julie Power was allowed to age about 8 years within 20+ of real time, why not her sibs? Yes, these are the teenaged Jack and Katie Power, one half of the Power Pack. Having been heroes since before puberty, they have oodles of experience both together and apart, and as they all have swapped powers a few times, a range of experience with what it feels like to harness abilities. By now, Jack Power is 16-17 and Katie would be 13-14, unless stated elsewhere earlier. Alex Power, the eldest, served as a New Warrior and is taking part in The Initiative. Julie is with the Loners in CA, dividing hero AA and acting. The biggest in-joke among them is how Franklin Richards never ages, and Jack believes it is because he warps reality so he can be a kid forever, and no one notices (like Peter Pan). They meet up with their sporatic mentor figure, "Mr. Raymond", who in the past was theorized to be the original Toro, having secretly survived the explosion that seemingly killed him and showing his numerical age. This mystery becomes deeper when he seems paranoid that "villains are after him". They decide to try being a "dynamic duo" and fall in with the team. The MARVELS are very aware of the Power legacy and know these two are destined for greatness. Mass Master can alter his size and density (but keeps the name to throw enemies), and Energizer disintegrates, absorbs, and repels energy.

Free Spirit: Cathy Webster was empowered by yet another attempt at the super-soldier process and served as an ally to Capt. America during the 90's. His death has naturally not been taken well with her, and neither was the fact that he lost CW. Believing in his ideals, she fashions a simular costume, although "feels unworthy, at least now, of the name" and keeps her own.

Jinx: William Hastings is not exactly the first choice to be hinted at as "Dr. Strange Jr." Being involved with the Darkhold Redeemers and engaged in more mystical battles than any urban youth should, he was sent to learn from Vittorio Montesi in the Vatican. He has uncanny magic potential, being able to use some powerful spells without nearly as much training, as well as harnessing Darkhold spells without having to risk his soul, or emitting pure mystical energy from his right eye (which has a dark birthmark over it). He eventually fled the Vatican and made his way back to New York City, where Dr. Strange took him in for a while and offered him some lodgings and even some pay to instruct him. Jinx found the Village a better place to learn from and off-panel spent a year or so getting lessons from Dr. Strange, even though Strange felt he was not quite ready to become to Jinx what the Ancient One was to him. But don't the best always doubt themselves a little? Before CW divided them, Jinx even got to meet Brother Voodoo and learned some things from him. By now, Jinx is pushing 20 and while he still has some "street edge" to him, he respects magic as well as the lessons that come with it. He has the potential to become another Sorceror Supreme, but for now he seems focused on trying to learn more, as well as use what he has learned to help others, especially in urban, depressed areas ravaged by crime and neglect. He has some rep to his name, which sticks with him. Aarkus would be the hero he would most identify with, as he seems to be powered by the magics of another dimension. In theory he could be more powerful than all of them combined one day, but for now he is their main weapon against the supernatural. He is very artistic and draws a lot, which comes from studying so many arcane texts.

The Crime: There is one crime that provides an urgency to the gathering of the MARVELS and so forth. An old man, his wife, and his children & grand-children are slain in a peaceful neighborhood by a group of individuals, including several young super-villains. The kicker is that the old man, Larry Scott, recieved the brunt of the abuse and was draped in his old vigilante costume as Father Time, a hero who battled crime and even inspired mystics and cosmic beings to don his costume. Spray-painted on the walls outside the home are the words: THIS IS HOW HEROES DIE. It is a shocking act of anti-superhero violence that seemed too calculated to be random. "Mr. Raymond" fears himself stalked and Louise Mason starts to believe she is being followed, as well, over time. The MARVELS take this crime to heart and start to believe, or discover, that a group is fostering the hatred inside a newer generation of "super-punk" and wishes to try to stop superheroes before they start by giving the impression that their ends are always tragic and violent.

This group is led by an "inner circle" of older criminals who fundamentally hate superheroes, and want to try to strike at the "community" with spectacular, precise strikes at their collective morale. More than revenge at specific heroes, even the ones who threw them in prison, they wish to cause heroes to quit, or prevent some from believing it is worth it, to try to shatter their collective will.

The Circle:

Dr. Birch, Mr. Smith, Charles Stanton, and Abner Jonas: These are all minor characters of the Silver Age, one shot villains who had codenames usually either forgotten or adopted by more popular villains (Mr. Smith was the original Wrecker, and Charles Stanton the Destroyer, etc). Birch, as "Phantom", was arrested by Iron Man for sabataging Stark Industries. Stanton, as "Destroyer", was one a Commie thug arrested by Human Torch (Johnny Storm during his solo STRANGE TALES stories). Smith, as the hooded "Wrecker", had a somewhat bumbling crime spree going about before Ant-Man & Wasp did him in. Abner Jonas was a politician by day and the masked Organizer by night, utilizing a gang of animal-themed thugs to launch a crime wave, before he was thwarted by Daredevil. These guys all showed up in the early 60's and were never seen again, because they were rotting in prison. They all happened to meet in prison and swapped stories, becoming a tight knit cabal. Together they spent over 13 years in the clink before they all got out over various means, whether parole, appeals, re-trials and mistrials due to lack of evidence via vigilante methods of the day, pardons via blackmail of high ranking officials (Jonas), or so forth, they all get out and decide to do something about superheroes, feeling they are owed for "losing a chunk of their lives". Most of them are near middle age, aside for Birch who would be in his late 30's. They pool their technical skills and hook into underground contacts to acquire technology or MGH to be able to combat their enemies. But those are a last resort. Most times, they fan the flames of other villains to do their bidding for their grand scheme.

David "Dangerous" Dram: Or Triple D, is the grandson of mobster Boss Dram, who killed Challenger's parents and ended up paying for it with his own life. His grandson fell into the business and is just as ruthless as his relative was, some say even worse. A giant of a muscle-man who probably pops every human growth hormone and steroid he can find to add some power to him. A crook ten times over to begin with, when he finds out of Challenger's return, he decides to avenge the family honor.

Supercharger: A man given electrical powers when his father's experiments in studying superheroes led to a lethal lab accident, he is a wonky metahuman who hates superheroes and performs crimes to lash out at them or get the public to mistrust metahumans in general. He battled a young Spider-Man and served in Crimson Cowl's Masters of Evil against the REAL Thunderbolts. Naturally, he falls lock-stock, and barrel with the "circle's" philosophy and is aboard.

Janet Sorenson: The daughter of the man called Equinox, her tragedy is being born to the wrong family at the wrong time. Her mother died and her father was a former villain struggling to reform, but the pressure of her gaining simular power caused him to physically abuse her. By the time he straightened out and they began to try to have a normal life, he was swept up in the CIVIL WAR paranoia, working with other crooks for cover and then getting arrested for it. Now a youth with power over the elements, especially fire, she fuels her rage into hatred. She is probably redeemable, but the further down the path set for her by the "circle", the worse it will get.

Brushfire & Black Death: Two young villains stopped by young hero Gravity who also can appreciate the cause, and also look forward to heads to stomp. Black Death was an ex-hero turned maniac himself, a sort of twisted "model student".

On top of this, the Tinkerer helps spark a mini crime wave by offering his technology at dramatically lowered prices in the hopes one of the villains he supplies for will fight and kill Challenger for him, before Challenger discovers the truth about his time-jump.

That is about it. That killed a bit o' time. :word:
 
I'm not going to quote the whole thing, but I like your ideas. I'm a sucker for Golden Age heroes, with JSA being my favorite of all the team books at DC. Also, in the past, I haven't been the most supportive of legacy heroes. the current Iron Fist series has sort of changed that. A lot. When done right, they can definitely add to the mythos, instead of taking away from it like it's come off as before for me. The Flash is a good example. With Jay Garrick, Bart and Barry Allen and Wally West all having been the Flash (sometimes at the same time), it took me out of the story. I dunno. I'm probably in the minority there.

Anyway, I'd buy The Marvels if it was a comic book. It sounds similiar to that JMS/Weston project we've been hearing about for the better part of a year.
 
photojones2 said:
I'm not going to quote the whole thing, but I like your ideas. I'm a sucker for Golden Age heroes, with JSA being my favorite of all the team books at DC. Also, in the past, I haven't been the most supportive of legacy heroes. the current Iron Fist series has sort of changed that. A lot. When done right, they can definitely add to the mythos, instead of taking away from it like it's come off as before for me. The Flash is a good example. With Jay Garrick, Bart and Barry Allen and Wally West all having been the Flash (sometimes at the same time), it took me out of the story. I dunno. I'm probably in the minority there.

Anyway, I'd buy The Marvels if it was a comic book. It sounds similiar to that JMS/Weston project we've been hearing about for the better part of a year.
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You were probably one of the other posters who mentioned it, along with Darthphere, that likely inspired it. Just all I recalled was Corp. :dry:

I do like legacy heroes to a point, even though Marvel has very few of them. Delving into IRON FIST that was was a master-stroke. I head rumors of that JMS/Weston project, but felt the art was almost TOO realistic and made the heroes look silly.
 
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You were probably one of the other posters who mentioned it, along with Darthphere, that likely inspired it. Just all I recalled was Corp. :dry:

I do like legacy heroes to a point, even though Marvel has very few of them. Delving into IRON FIST that was was a master-stroke. I head rumors of that JMS/Weston project, but felt the art was almost TOO realistic and made the heroes look silly.
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I'll wait until I see colored work, but I do love me some Weston art. And yes, making Iron Fist a legacy character was pure genius. I'd like to know who's idea that was, actually; editor or writer(s).
 
Marvel: New World


The story takes place not in the Marvel universe, but in out universe (or an aproximation there of). It has super heroes, but their numbers are small, none of them (that we know of) have any super powers, and almost all of then are largely ridiculed by the public. Super powers themselves are not universally believed to exist, but if they indeed do, they are quite rare. Things are, however, about to change.

The story starts with Lucas, a Norwegian magician (the Crowely kind, not the Houdini kind) and con man finally acheiving true atunement with the ethereal. He comes to believe that he is the avatar for the Norse God Loki, and begins to display what seem to be very impressive psychic abilities, including telekinesis and the ability to convince people that he is someone else. He comes to believe that the world is now gripped with the greatest evil of all: banality. It stiffles creativity, saps magick of it's power, and leaves science as nothing more than a dull, materialistic sham. It also is like a god's Kryptonite. So, taking inspiration from Marvel comics, which he is grateful to for prepetuating his image in the modern world, he uses his magick to influence people who fit certain fictional archtypes to become more like those archtypes. And so, the Marvel world begins to form on ours.

Spider-Man: Charles Pekar, a high school student and social outcast living in New York. Having no friends, Charlie shuts himself away in his room and works on his inventions, which he hoped will one day lead him to greatness but knows they never will. However, one night, he's hit with a burst of inspiration. After several days work, he creates a formula for an artificial solvent that mimicks the properties of spider silk, and a design for an compact artificial spinerette system, something that scientists had been working on for years with no results. Naturally the first thing he did with the breakthrough was play pranks on people who pissed him off. But after that, he patented the crap. He imedieately made headlines, and was raking in the cash. While he did spend some of it selfishly, he gave much of it to the rest of his fairly poor family. Naively, when a company called New Horizons offered him big bucks for his patent, he signed it away. Using the webs, plus a few other seemingly divinely inspired inventions of his, he joined the growing "real life super hero" fad, becoming an internet personality righfully dubbed "Spider-Man" and patroling the streets at night looking to help the helpless. And looking for cheap thrills, of course. He didn't really take any of it seriously, it was just fun and games. But his antics were costly, as he was slapped with lawsuits from Marvel Comics and New Horizons for copyright and patent infringement. The suits were fairly baseless, but both Marvel and Horizons had damn good lawyers, and the settlements cost he Peckar family most of the money Charlie's invention made them. And since he sold the patent, they wouldn't be getting anymore. Ashamed of his actions and how they'd hurt his family, Charlie became even more reclusive.

Eventually, his sullenness was replaced with anger, directed both at himself and the big guys who'd picked on him and his family simply because they could. He began studying and training for months, and then, after faking the theft of his inventions (including injuring himself to shake of suspicion), he started his career as "Spider-Man" once more. Only this time, it wasn't a game. No internet publicity of giving news interveiws or any of that. He patrolled the city streets, keeping as low a profiel as possible, looking to help people in need, and went to work as a sort of urban Robin Hood, standing up to the rich and powerful for the poor and weak.

Captain America: John Kafka was a scrawny young man who was deeply patriotic, and longed to serve his country. However, he was in too poor physical shape to join the army. Unable to simply live the life of a normal citizen, he pushed himself to exercise and train in hand to hand combat, marksmanship, and various other skills that would be needed for the military. Some time later, he enlisted, and over time joined Delta Force and acheived the rank of Captain. A decorated war hero, well known for his success in counter terrorism and hostage rescue missions, and distinct in his old fasioned morality and patriotism, he's earned the nickname "Captain America" from his fellow soldiers.

Iron Man: Joshua Modi, a scientist working at MIT on the creation of powered armor. He ends up developing a working model. However, the military comes in, hoping to use the device as a weapon. Modi only wanted the armor to be used to help the physically inform to walk again, or, at the most extreme, to aid police in riot situations. But never specificially to kill people. But the military gave MIT quite a bit of cash, and so Modi's prototype went off to war. The device was modified, fitted with wrist mounted machine guns and a jet powered glyding harness. A date was schedules for an official test, but a desperate Modi broke into the labs where it was being held and stole it. Now a wanted criminal, he travels the world, using the armor to avoid those who wish to take it and to try and actually help people.

Daredevil: Alex Jones, a poor young man gowing up in the Watts neighborhood of Los Angeles, was robbed of his sight at an early age from a disease that was improperly treated due to his family's poverty. He refused to let this get him down, and worked as hard as he could through his childhood to become as good at things like sports and other normal activities without his sight and others were with. He exceeded beyond anyone's expectations, even becoming highly skilled at skate boarding, video games, and hand to hand combat (which is not a bad skill to have in a neighborhood like Watts). As an adult, he works as a social worker, and raises money for the poor by going to bars and challenging people to games like pool or pinball, and soundly defeating then even though they wouldn't expect it. While not technicially a vigilante, he's been known to do some vigilante-esque things, like roughing up some punks and challenging local criminal types.

The Fantastic Four: Doctor Frederick Rand, anthropologist, marine biologist, and jack of all trades when it comes to many fields, Clark Reinhard, former marine and Rand's body guard, Joshua, Rand's 18 year old son, and Alice, Clark's 20 year old daughter and enginerring student, make up a team of modern day aventurers well known in the scientific circles. Seen as relics of the era of adveturers and explorers, the group has earned the nickname of "Fantastic Four" quite deservedly. They've come across pirates, terrorists, religious cults, and a few experiences that could be described as paranormal in their travels, and have triumphed every time.

The X-Men: Anand and Ajit Suresh, twin brothers well known for their high inteligence who's lives were marked by tragedy early on. Their parents were killed by radical Muslim terrorists when they were only eight, and they were sent into foster care. Upon entering their teens, they discovered they had unusual abilities. Anand displayed a knowledge of things that seemed to be psychic, and Ajit displayed abilities that appeared to be telikinetic. The two realized that they had a gift, and upon hearing stories in the news about other such people, the struck out on their own to find them. After years of searching, they gathered together a small group of others who were gifted, or simply different (unique physical deformities and the such). However, over time, Ajit's bitterness and disilussionment with the world began to show. He knew that the gifted would number in only the few hundred at most, and individually would be met with hatred, fear, or a scientific interest that ignored their basic human rights. Add to that those who were simply deformed or hindered by mutation, and you were looking at an incredibly small, but unignorible minority of opressed people. So, gathering like minded members of the group, he set out on his own to gather others to form an army against what he saw as an impending war against the world. Anand, hoping that peace and understanding could be acheived, swore to opose his brother. Now both fight for the future of their fledgeling communiti of gifted and unique people. And it's only a matter of time until the world knows.

The Hulk: Edward Pryor, a highly inteligent young boy who was regularly harrased by his peers, and suffered from severe psychological problems and bouts of dimensia. One night, in a fit of inspiration, he developed a coctail of steroids and hormones and injected himself with it in school. With his boosted strength and masive "roid rage," he went on a rampage through the school, killing five students and severely injuring dozens of others. The police arrived, but he escaped, and went on the run. After one injection he's already severely addicted to his creation. Upon further use, the problem spiraled completely out of control. He evntually created another persona, a brutal, animalistic warrior of pure rage called "The Hulk," who represented himself while under the effects of the drug, who would often urge him to use it again. The long term effects of the drug seem to have caused him to be severely phsycially drained when not using the drug, but also experience symptoms of being on the drug, including greatly enhances strength and anger, whenever agitated. The drug also has less and less of an effect with every injection.


All the stories begin to intertwin as Loki's plan, combing elements of Norse, Hindu, and Mayan mythology aswell as Thelemic principals, goes forward, and the clock counts down to an apocalypse of Loki's design, which will result in a world of magick and wonder where Loki is the all powerful and the only remaining god of the "old times." Can these new heroes stop Loki's bit for power? Would they want to, seeing the benifits? Will I ever do my version of Marvel villains? Will Thor somehow show up and save the day? And will Cap throw a circular sheild at a bad guy at least once? All those answers....later!
 
OK, I'm back in a Batman mood and I want to try a little something different in my writing. I'm gonna borrow a couple of elements from Zoken's writing and try a narrative approach on my writing. For some background on the following story pls refer to my previous Batman stuff on the same thread. Apologies if its a little long and if its long and it sucks:

It starts the way it always does. Me prancing around like a little fool after Zorro had captured my imagination. My father makes a joke about signing me up for ballet lessons. My mother doesn't see why I shouldn't. I don't think she was joking.

I rush forward, an imaginary sword in hand fighting off Sgt.Gonzales into the dark alley where my imaginary villain is replaced with a real one. This one sported no uniform of rank, no styled mustache, no charm. He smelled like cat piss or so I remember. Dishevelled, dressed in clothes dulled and tattered by constant wear. In place of a rapier he pulled out a gun and the Zorro in me dissipated as my father pulled me behind him. The rest becomes a blur, my memory of it tainted by anger and fear and hopelessness. Did my father reach for his wallet? Did the mugger reach for mother's pearls? Don't remember. All that I do recall are the two gunshots and me, on my knees before a pool of Thomas and Martha Wayne's blood.

I wake up to the ungodly sound of rap music and suddenly I wonder if I am truly in Hell. It's till the second repetition of "How I could just kill a man" when I realise that I'm not in the Mansion where Alfred would wake me from my half-sleep state with one of his smartmouthed remarks. With some effort I force myself out of my $45 mattress and look out my apartment window to see Ramon and his posse sitting out the front stairs with their oversized stereo blaring. Part of me thinks that the scene was far too cliche the other part of me just wanted the noise to stop. One of the boys look up to see me staring at them. The boy grabs Ramon by the shirt and he looks up my way. The punk has no respect for me but one good stare gets him to lower down the volume while mouthing a curse.Welcome to Leigh Corner, just another barrio or so most think. With the sound relatively out of my ears I lumber towards the kitchen for some coffee. The previous night's ordeal was apparent from the aches that wracked my body. The Demonz were getting active again just when I thought they were going back to their semi-harmless biker roots. Gun-running. In my city. Not a smart enterprise. Waiting for the java to brew I head for the bathroom to better assess the damage.

These days the more I look in the mirror the less of Bruce Wayne I see. Months have not been kind to say the least as I gingerly touch the inch long cut running down my forehead, courtesy of a well-swung steel pipe. Peeling off the butterfly bandages I give myself an appraisal. No, the man in the mirror was certainly not the Bruce Wayne I remember. Gone was the sleek jet black hair styled by Italian or French hairstylists that charged more than a grand for a couple of 'artistic' snips and a massive load of styling cream. Replaced by my new grey-white coif 'styled' in a manner that even Ollie might have found repulsive. The hair came as a shock to me. After losing my corporate tussle with Nyssa the colour just faded on me. Stress perhaps. Or age. Or both. Regardless, that's why I creatively named my new guise 'Grey'. My dental health wasn't faring well either as I felt around my mouth with my tongue to find about six empty spaces in both my upper and lower jaws along with teeth so chipped they almost felt like canines. Less than a year ago, a trip to Dr.Baek, my dentist, would have set me up with 36 fresh caps at 400 bucks per pearly white, no questions asked.Plus he would have filled my cavity.

I consider sewing up the damn cut myself but unlike Alfred I lack the deft touch of a surgeon. Would have ended up with a M*A*S*H job and as vain as it sounds, I'm not keen on facial scars. Too memorable, hard to conceal when I'm going undercover. I douse it with some alcohol and slap on a bandage, making a mental note to see a doctor. Fell down the stairs, $30 tip, end of story. I feel my sandpaper rough stubble. Shave? No. Maybe tomorrow. The coffee maker gives me the signal and I limp towards the kitchen. Cheap brew as compared to the fresh ground beans Alfred swears by but beggars can't be choosers. Crap. No milk. Guess while I was busy limping back from the Scrapyard with a concussion it didn't occur to me to visit the grocers at 4 in the morning. Damn. I give it some thought and pull on a sweater to hide the scars that adorn my body. Mug in hand I take a few steps down the hallway to 407, Marianne's.

I hesistate. She might have been on night shift as well. A familiar aroma from the apartment seizes my nostrils. Pancakes? Must be for her son. I look down into the endless black of my coffee. I prefer mine with some milk or cream. Not very dark or mysterious of me I suppose but I think I deserve a little cream after last night's rump. I knock. "Who is it?" Marianne shouts. I clear my throat, looking for my 'Hendricks' voice which is a cross between my Matches voice and my regular speech with a typical Gothamite lazy slur. "It's Grey" I reply. I wait a little while. Footsteps, then silence. Then the sound of several locks clicking open and a door chain being unfastened. Its a tough neighbourhood, can't be too careful. The door opens and true enough, Marianne looks like she's had a long night herself, dark circles around her eyes, a tired look on her otherwise bright face. She was in a robe, her hair tied up messily in a top-knot. Her lips curled into a tired smile. I smile back, deciding to keep it short for her sake. "Quart of milk?" I ask, lifting up my mug. 'Sure' she says, ushering me in. The Diaz apartment certainly looked a lot better than mine. The Woman's touch I suppose. Marianne leads me to the kitchen and hands me a carton of milk, unfortunately of the low-fat variety. She signals me to take a seat at the dining table where Carlos sat, the boy gobbling down pancakes covered in an obscene amount of maple syrup. "I'd rather not" I tell her. "Please Grey.I kinda fell out of the pancakes mood. Someone's got to finish it" she pleads. "Yeah Mr.Hendricks, have some of mom's pancakes" Carlos asks after a sip of orange juice. The fragant aroma of pancakes was surprisingly more overpowering than I thought. A home cooked breakfast was all too appealing after a night of crime fighting. I shrug. What the hell. "Well if you insist" I say, taking the seat next to Carlos. Marianne heads for the stove to fetch me a fresh batch while I stir my coffee. "How's school Carl?" I ask, taking my first sip of the brew. "It's cool. We're learning improper fractions now" he tells me, finishing up his last piece. He looks up at me with those big hopeful brown eyes of his which definitely came from his mother and asks: "What happend to your head?", pointing at my bandage. "Accident last night" I lie, "Walked right into a lampost". "That's silly!" he replies with a laugh. "Sure is," I agree chuckling. Marianne comes to the table, now with a slightly more concerned look. "Carlos miho, go watch some TV okay?" she tells her son. Wiping his mouth the boy rushes off to the idiot box preparing to be dazzled by the intrigues of Saturday morning cartoons. Good kid. Smart kid.

Marianne takes Carlos' seat as she places the plate of pancakes before me. I pick up Carlos' utensils to spare her the extra dishwashing and await the inevitable inquiry. As I reach for the maple syrup she makes her move: "Another fight?". I lay on the syrup over the 6 layers of golden-brown cakes, "Something like that" I reply vaguely. Most people think its easy. Lying. True enough if you're lying to someone you don't care about its as natural as exhaling but not so with people you love, care and trust. Was Marianne one of those people? The lump I feel in my throat everytime I lie to her seems to argue for it.

A street fighter, a bare-knuckled brawler. That was my cover story. Just an average joe bleeding for dollars every night to scrape up a decent living. A perfect explaination for the cuts and bruises that adorn my visage regularly after my patrols. She bought it of course. I looked the part. Single old gringo in a predominantly Hispanic community with knuckles that looked like a dog chewed on them and the build of a boxer. In their eyes I was either a street fighter, a cop, a gangbanger or as Ramon claims: a closet pedophile. I guess my secret identity is a lot more safe as nobody Grey Hendricks than as bachelor billionaire Bruce Wayne after all.

Marianne's a mother plus she's a nurse. Concern's in her nature so naturally she doesn't think too highly about my so-called career as a pit dog. "Let me see" she says as she reaches for the bandage. I raise my hand gently to stop her. "No, please Marianne. Thanks but no. I'll have a doctor look at it later" I tell her. Marianne frowns as she leans back. I take my first bite of pancakes and wince slightly. Underestimated sweetness of the syrup. "Long night?" I ask, trying to change the mood while buttering down the pancakes. She sighs. "You could say that. Two more patients are terminal. Not anyone I'm relly attached to but..." she trails off. "Not easy watching others die" I say, suddenly wondering if I'm telling that to myself or her. "No," she looks away with a saddened expression, "Not easy at all. You feel so hopeless. So...redundant. I mean I'm supposed to be a nurse but all I seem to do is wait for people to die". "You ease their transition. Help them accept. Make their last days comfortable" I say with genuine praise. "Somehow I'd rather save them from their fate entirely" she replies flustered. I can't help but grin at the face she makes. I understand her sentiment. Hell, to some degree I'm living it but there are limits to whatever a person can do. Batman is no different. "So...how much did you make?" she asks, no doubt referring to my supposed street fight. "A little under 300" I reply finishing my coffee. "Was it worth getting your head kicked in?" she asks, voice thick with sarcasm reminding me of Leslie all the sudden. "No" I admit. "You have no sense Grey" she comments, shaking her head. "No, but I don't got no dollars either" I reply. A little Matches Malone there but I couldn't resist. "Ha. Funny guy" she says deadpan as she removes my empty plate. "You know, the gym down at Birmington is a good place for a guy like you Grey. I mean, you look pretty good for your age...". "My age?" I cut her off, "How old do you think I am?" I ask with genuine curiousity. She flashes a playful grin. "A little sensitive about the years there Hendricks?" she chuckles, "50?" she offers right off the bat. "No," I reply. Close though. Guess I am racking up the years. "I'm 43 Mrs.Diaz. In the prime of my mid-life and fully capable of doing anything a 'younger' man can. Better even." I flatly declare. She laughs, I smile. I like her laugh. Not the maniacal laughter of the Joker, not the husky seductive chuckle of Catwoman. The sincere laugh you share with a friend or a loved one, a laugh I used to share with Dick, Jason and Tim in calmer times. A laugh that has eluded me for some time now. "Anyways, the gym down at Birmington. They're hiring I think. You could try signing up as a personal trainer or something". Now there was an idea: Bruce Wayne, the Batman, the Dark Knight Detective reduced to helping Chuck Norris obssessed teenagers lift weights and drives obese Americans endlessly on treadmills. In a sense, I'd be doing the country a great service. "You could teach them to box. Stuff about fighting. Lord knows how much guys are into that Fight Club stuff". My mind suddenly drifted to a bloodstained canvas mat in the Spring of my 19th year, as John Smith learning a couple of things about the 'Sweet Science' from the master himself: Ted 'Wildcat' Grant. Needless to say I was familiar with the taste of canvas under his tutelage as Grant proceeded to 'unpretty' me as he called it. Hardly 'good times' but they were productive in the long run. I gave the idea a thought. "I'll think about it."
 
Sandwraith, bravisimo, and I'm honored you credit me.

Question, your stuff continues to rock Hard
 
It could never hurt... at least it couldn't hurt anyone not currently employed at marvel. Those currently writing for them will look shameful by comparison
 
Zoken said:
It could never hurt... at least it couldn't hurt anyone not currently employed at marvel. Those currently writing for them will look shameful by comparison
Click to expand...

Alright:

Green Goblin: Albert Finch, founder, president, and CEO of New Horizons. Suffers from Paranoid Schizophrenia, and has only gotten into the habit of taking his medications when he's "feeling down" (Yes, I know I'm ripping off Powerless, I don't care, it was a good idea). As he hears small and largely ignored reports of the "new" Spider-Man running around, he's convinced that it's still Peckar, now out for revenge. He becomes obsessed with Peckar and stopping him before he hurts the company. This obsession is strengthened as his hallucinations begin to take on a more structured form, personifying themselves as "The Goblin," a de facto devil on Finch's shoulder who is even more powerful, manipulative, and hartless than he is, and shares more than a few personality traits with the character of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

The Red Skull: David Guerremeister, an Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan, grew largely dissatisfied with the state of the organization, and formed his own splinter terrorist group called "The Krimson Knights of the Ku Klux Klan." Much more violent and active than most conemporary chapters of the Klan, the Krimson Knights have become a recognizable terrorist threat, gathering the more violent members of the Klan and the Aryan Brotherhood and quickly growing in numbers. Guerremeister, a highly inteligent and machiavellian planner, has kept his identity a secret from the pubclic so he can personally infiltrate buisness and politics to further his goals. He is only ever refered to by his title of office, which he canged (to distance himself from his from his weaker brothers) from Imperial Wizard, seemingly on a whim, to Red Skull.

Venom: Jackson Pekar, Charlie's older cousin who grew up in an equally poor but much more abusive environment. He deeply resented his cousin for being smarter and more well loved than him. This turned into full blown hatred when Charlie made it rich off of his invention, and Jackson could only smile when it came back to bite him in the ass. Like Finch, he's convinced that the new Spider-Man is Charlie. Being of Japanese descent descent on his mothers side, he's fallen in with a local street gang doing their best to emulate the Yakuza. Since joining the gang, he's become addicted to steroids and amphedamines, causing him to become more violent, agressive, and self destructive, and even show signs of psychosis. Recently, to prove his loyalty, he went the furthest out of any of them with his self mutilation, covering most of his body in black and white tattoos, cutting off his ears, and filing down his teeth to razor sharp points, intentionally to resemble the Spider-Man villain Venom. I think you can guess what he plans to do if he ever runs into his cousin.

Weapon X: Here, called "The Department for Reaserch of Paranormal Claims," and Jokingly refered to as "The X-Files," it is a branch of the Department of the Interior, aided by military intelligence, with the purpose of investigating claims of the paranormal to judge their validity. However, unofficially, it is where people who show signs of genuine super powers are taken and experimented on by the military.

Doctor Doom: Enzi Maangamizo was born in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. As a child, his parents had been killed in one of the many conflicts that plagues his country's history. Living in poverty, he managed to leave his country and gain a scholership at Columbia university, where he was a classmate of Frederick Rand and I think you can see where I'm going here. Enzi was fascinated with, you guessed it, the possibility of communicating with the dead, and asked Rand's help in building a device similar to the concept of that Michael Keaton movie "White Noise." However, while building the device, the wiring Enzi is working on shorts out and starts a fire, severely burning him and almost burning down the building. When the Dean comes asking questions, Rand tells him that it was entirely Enzi's fault (which it was), feeling that he should face responsibility for his actions. Enzi's expelled, blame's Rand, yadda yadda yadda, you've heard this story millions of times. The long and short of it is, he starts wearing a mask to hide his scars, returns to his homeland, leads a Coup De'tat, and crowns himself king.

Kingpin: Billy "Big Money" Morris, an L.A. crime boss. Back story's basically the same as Fisk's, 'cept he's black. And in L.A.

Bullseye: Big Money's chief enforcer, also called Bullseye. Again, same basic origin, but black and in L.A. He generally just uses a gun when it's really serious, but he shows off when Big Money lets him have a little fun with the hit. His favorite thing to do is tie the guy up, paint a dart board on his chest, and, well, play darts.

Ultron: A group of scientists in Silicone Valley's atempt at creating artificial inteligence. They've made alot of progress, but their head scientist, Michael Dorian (who may end up being a Hank Pym analogue down the line), can't get what he really wants: An artificial life from who's truely alive. That is, until one day, Turk not only starts talking to him but sharing his opinions on the current political climate and what books he likes. Michael is extatic, but as time goes on, their relationship becomes increasingly unhealthy, and Turk's motives prove to be far from pure.



More later, I guess.
 
Contrast

I earlier posted a story revolving around two characters, Daystar and Nightshade. The idea is being expanded. Daystar joins the initiative and becomes an instant prima donna. powerful, strong, and usually quite heroic. Howeverthere is one thing. When she starts to go overboard it is unnotice because at that moment another figure shows up: Nightshade. he attacks her (though it is unnoticed that he never hits her) and they fight until she has calmed down some, then he vanishes.

The story is now that Nightshade, already registered with super-human intellect. has created a suit that taps into the power of stars in other universes. the suit bonds with the wearer, and in a fit of sheer geek-idiocy, he gives the suit to the girl he's been in love with for forever in an attempt to impress her. he's always called her his goddess, now he's made her one. However he thinks the suit's power is getting to her, that it may be corrupting or warping her, however as he is nothing but a geek that no one will listen to, his opinion is cast by the wayside.

Thus, as he's made her more powerful than any other hero (with the possible exception of Sentry) he realizes that he will have to make a hero to watch her. Thusly he makes the second suit, the Nightshade suit. this one he connects to blackholes in other universes, making him stronger, able to teleport on an unheard of level, and stealthier than imaginable. His transformation is more changing than hers was. he is now, forever more, an ebon creature. unable to change to a human form he is the blackest black, featureless, colorless, darkness.

However, there is a complication he did not plan for. some days after his initial transformation, a doppleganger of him appears. however this doppleganger has no memories. he can walk, talk, and read, and write, and is as smart as Nightshade is, but has no memories for he was just created. you see, while blackhole is the opposite of Star, the opposite of blackhole is not star... it's whitehole. Every thing that is absorbed by a black hole (theoretically) comes out else where in what's known as a "White hole". this doppleganger represents his whitehole. This doppleganger has the ability to easily repel any thing away from his body and to emit bursts of light. but while he is extremely intelligent, he seems childish. the reason: He is innocent. completely pure and incapable of dark, perverse, or cruel thought.
 
Tony's research has rendered fruit. He's found the weapon he needs to reign in the last fringe element of metahumans: mystics. You see, over five hundred years ago the catholic church commissioned the creation of a weapon to combat "Devil's work" (Magic). the weapon was forged by the magical practitioners of the church (Monks and nuns). it was kryptonite for any who weilded magic, the more removed from christianity, the more potent the weapon's effects. one hundred years after it's creation it inspired others to take down the witches. one group wrote a book and named it after the weapon. The church, having realized it's foolishness in the last hundred years has wiped history clean of any mention of the weapon, save that one book. The weapon itself has been hidden.

Tony has found the weapon. a weapon meant to destroy any magical creature or magic user. a weapon designed to be weilded by lay persons. Tony is now in possession of the Malleus Mallificarum.
 
Hey, folks, would it be kosher if I posted ideas on how to do TV shows based on comics?
 
Personally, that sounds like something I'd like to do, too. I'll hold off on that for a sec, though.
 
It'd be no worse than my stuff about Harry Potter, which I still haven't gotten much comentary on.
 
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