"One Universe" RPG thread.

[LibrarianThorne]

Lex Luthor crossed his legs, leaning back on the chair as he sat across from Dr. Doom.

"Consider it done."

Of course, he knew the game Doom was playing. If the dictator wanted to think he was in charge, so be it. It would make him more open to negotiation.

"I have a great respect for the Latverian nation, and the last thing I would want to do is upset its prestigious ruler. In fact, I hope that we can one day embark on a mutually beneficial business relationship. But you are still rebuilding your nation after ending the tyrannical rule of Zorba. I understand that fuel such as the oil we are currently mining is more important now than ever. From now on, it once again belongs to Latveria."

This was a minor loss. He had far more productive oil refinerys elsewhere in the world. And by making this concession, he could be well placed to profit in the future. He leaned forward.

"If I may, I must congratulate you on your creation of that suit of armour. It's so compact, and allows for so much mobility, I'm very impressed. Lexcorp has been trying to develop such a suit for years. But a practical, reliable design has thus far eluded us. I speak of mutually beneficial business, and one thing I would greatly desire is the blueprints to your suit of armour. As you know, I have near-unlimited resources. Surely there is something that I have that you would like in return."

Luthor was cutting to the chase. Doom liked that. He had no patience for those who would waste his time.

"My armor was not created for use by others, Luthor. The mechanisms contained within this archaic shell are far beyond the ability of any machine to replicate. However, if you so desire my technology, there is something of yours that I am interested in acquiring. Word has reached me of technology in development at S.T.A.R. Labs, a bracelet with the ability to analyze the properties of metahuman powers. I believe you call it a Power Absorbicron."

Doom reclined back into his chair, the leather squeaking as he did so. "I have... issues with Reed Richards. I believe you know of him and his so-called 'Fantastic' Four. Put simply, I believe Richards is planning to unseat me from power, and the Absorbicron would be of great aid against their coup. So, I propose this arrangement: I shall give you the blueprints for my armor, and in exchange you shall give me the Absorbicron. Do we have a deal?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

Luthor was cutting to the chase. Doom liked that. He had no patience for those who would waste his time.

"My armor was not created for use by others, Luthor. The mechanisms contained within this archaic shell are far beyond the ability of any machine to replicate. However, if you so desire my technology, there is something of yours that I am interested in acquiring. Word has reached me of technology in development at S.T.A.R. Labs, a bracelet with the ability to analyze the properties of metahuman powers. I believe you call it a Power Absorbicron."

Doom reclined back into his chair, the leather squeaking as he did so. "I have... issues with Reed Richards. I believe you know of him and his so-called 'Fantastic' Four. Put simply, I believe Richards is planning to unseat me from power, and the Absorbicron would be of great aid against their coup. So, I propose this arrangement: I shall give you the blueprints for my armor, and in exchange you shall give me the Absorbicron. Do we have a deal?"

Luthor paused for a moment, thinking about this offer. He had been actively overseeing the development of the Power Absorbicron, a device created to analyse the various abilities of metahumans. It was an interesting invention, but not one that he had found a practical use for. After all, metahumans like Superman made their powers quite well known without anyone needing a device to detect them.

"That sounds like a fair deal to me. As soon as I return to America, I will arrange for the Absorbicron to be sent to you. And in exchange, the blueprints would be a worthy acquisition."

Luthor thought about what Doom had said about Reed Richards. Of course, Luthor himself had been brought into conflict with Richards recently. But what interest Luthor more was that Doom shared the same suspicions about these metahumans as Luthor did.

"I find it interesting, Lord Doom, that we share a similar philosophy in relation to these metahumans. I find it greatly disturbing that they are being accepted with open arms, when with their powers, they could become deadly enemies to the human race. But more crucially, they represent a threat to the progression and advancement of the human race."

Luthor paused for a moment. Doom appeared intrigued. He decided to continue.

"You and I are a lot alike, Lord Doom. We both had humble beginnings. But through our genius, and our iron will, we each became rulers of our respective societies. Yes, you are a monarch, and I am a mere businessman. But in America, now more than ever, it is the corporations that have the real power. But I digress. We represent the pinnacles of human achievement, figures that humanity should admire, possibly even aspire to follow in our footsteps, build on from our achievements in future generations. But when an alien like Superman arrives in our planet, with powers and abilities that surpass anything out human bodies allow us to do, it destroys that ambition, that unburdened belief in human capability. My greatest fear, Lord Doom, is that we as a race will stop reaching for the stars, now that the stars have come down to us."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Superman)

I heard the screams from before. The ones I didn't have time to aid when Mysterio attacked. I turned to the others.

"Get him to Doctor Richards. Now. I'll handle the damage caused by the battle..."

And without even a word, I was off. Lifting rooftops off their hinges to save some poor souls that were trapped in a burning building, Breaking open car doors so trapped pedestrians could get out safely... I even managed to save a little girl's puppy and rush it, and her, to the vetranarian's office. Corny, in some respects... But as I was taught on the farms in Kansas, with Ma and Pa... All life is precious.

After I was done, I flew back to the spot where Morph, Juggernaut, Flash, and Sentry once were. They had went off to Richard's office. As much as I wanted to help with that situation... I knew I had other obligations.

So, where am I now?

I'm states away from New York, heading back to my residence. Metropolis. I've been gone so long, it's barely my home, anymore. I plan to change that... to make things right. From now on, I'm going to focus more of my attention towards it...

Soon enough, as the clouds pass me, and the sun shines upon my face... I see the glorious city infront of me. I once again realise why I moved here... It's fantastic. I take a little enjoyment out of the flight back to the Daily Planet. When I eventually get there, I land in a window, before grabbing my clothes and glasses.

Superman is a nice sense of freedom that I get... But I never truly feel myself, in this suit...

(IC: Clark Kent)

The minute I entered the newsroom, I knew something was wrong. Everyone was gathered in the conference room. Heading over, I managed to peek my head over the crowd that I knew as my co-workers as they listened to a news report on television...

And that's when I see him. My blood nearly boils at the sight of his noticeably bald head.

"Luthor..."

I focus my hearing on the television. I wonder what he has to say now...

"-is not American. He's an outsider, an alien being, just like you. And I do mean just like you. You are both outcasts from the alien planet known as Krypton. You both have the same powers, the same potential to cause mass destruction. I am not afraid of you, Zod. But what scares me is that we have a ticking time bomb just like you here in America, and our citizens are falling for his deception."

Luthor leaned forward, his face once again dead serious.

"Superman, we have tolerated you for too long. If you lay down with dogs, you're going to get fleas. Since your arrival, we have been plagued with a surge of metahuman activity. We have barely survived a large-scale alien invasion. And now one of your Kryptonian brethren is engaging in acts of war and genocide. And you think that your presence makes this world a better place? I beg to differ. I'm setting a challenge to you, Superman. I want to meet you, tomorrow, on the roof of Lexcorp Towers, for a live televised debate. I can't fly. I don't have heat vision or freezing breath. All I have is my mind, and my heart, but that's enough to expose you for what you really are. I want you to meet me, face to face, and justify yourself! I want you to justify yourself! Justify your presence, your actions, all the suffering you've caused, directly and indirectly. If you have a fragment of the integrity you claim to have, you'll show up for this debate. And I plan to make it the longest hour of your life."

Luthor stood up, pressing his hands down on the desk as he looked down at the camera.

"Zod, you are going to wish you had never come to Earth. You complain about America standing by and letting tyranny reign unnoticed. Well, we are not going to let your tyranny go unchecked. You want to play? I've played some power-plays before. You want a war? Well dig down into your bunkers, dig into those trenches, and get ready, get ready, for shock...and awe!"

...

I'm... speechless.

There's too much for me to take in at one time. Kryptonian bretheran? But... Jor-El... My father... Didn't he refer to me as the last son? I should be the last of my kind. Now there's another? Was all I was told a lie?

I would normally feel relieved to know, that after all these years... I'm not as alone as I imagined I was. But this... Zod, as Luthor called him... He must've done something devastatingly horrible to provoke such a reaction. Of course, Luthor didn't react much differently to my first outing...

And futhermore... Luthor's challenging me? I knew he hated me... Infact, he's the entire reason most people have turned against me... But a debate? He wants to challenge me to a live debate and justify myself? Justify what? The fact that I would rather help people than flaunt my own powers like this Zod is apparentally doing?

Fine. So be it. I'm going to that debate. I'm going to explain myself... Not for Luthor, because I couldn't care less what he thinks about me... But for everyone else wanting... deserving an explaination.

I turn, as some people in the office clap, and others look away in disgust... Notably Lois. ...Wait. Lois. When I tried to stop the bomb, I realised how I... No, I can't worry about that now. I need to get to Luthor... I'll have the debate right now, if he wants it so badly...

As I go to change back into the suit, I'm stopped by Lois.

"And where have you been?"

...Oh. Great. Now I have to justify myself to her, too...

"Um... out and about. I was covering the Juggernaut ordeal."

"For six hours?"

"...It... It was a long trip. Look, Lois, I'd love to talk, but you see, I really need to-"

She grabs me, pulling me towards the elevators. What is she doing?

"Oh no you don't, Farmboy. We've got the assignment of the year and I'm not about to take Olsen."

"...Assignment? The Luthor thing?"

She smirks, as we enter the elevator.

"Luthor? Please. He's just trying to enrich his reputation. Everyone knows Superman doesn't have to justify himself to that glory seeking, money throwing spoiled brat. No, Smallville... We've got a much more interesting assignment than that."

As we decend, she turns to me, arms crossed.

"Hold on to those corny looking glasses of yours. We're going to Latveria."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Bullseye)

We make our way to the top of the ship and wait for the guards to disappear. A few minutes pass and I signal Bullseye and then count down on my fingers. Bullseye lunges through the window onto the main deck, I follow behind not wanting to look like his sidekick or something.

The ships driver stands whimpering in the corner. “W--who are you people?”

“I’m Ken” I nudge my eyes “and this is Barbie.” I pull out a pistol and a smoking bullet casing hits the floor then soon after his corpse.

Bullseye crosses his arms, looking at Deadpool's corpse. He shakes his head to himself.

No sense of style. No effort. Sloppy work. I need to give this clown a few more pointers when all's said and over with.

Stepping over the corpse of the ship's driver, Bullseye looks at the controls. He then pauses, looking back at Deadpool.

"... You... do know how to drive one of these things, right?"

Deadpool stands, silent for a moment. Bullseye shakes his head again.

"You claim to be the man, here, and you don't even have your sealegs!"

Bullseye finally settles with simply turning the wheel, making the ship steer away from the docks. He then notices shouts coming from the other side of the ship.

"Looks like we've attracted company..."

Bullseye takes a sai from his boot, and twirls it with a grin on his face.

"Whadda'ya say we introduce ourselves?", Bullseye says, evilly.

He then pauses.

"-And I am NOT Barbie this time, You bastard."

 

[Midnight Ice]

Captain America sat and watched the attack on Zod on the moniters.

"Well, that seemed to go well.."

The phone rings.

"Hello...yes...ok, good, I'll be right there."

Finally had a lead on Deadpool and Bullseye. Had some witnesses see a car driving towards the docks. A car whose back end nearly scraped the ground with all the weight in the back. Had to have been Fisk. I grab my shield and pull my mask on as I bolt out of LexCorp in one of Lex's many tactical assult vehicals. Its time I show the world that Captain America still had it...

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Luthor paused for a moment, thinking about this offer. He had been actively overseeing the development of the Power Absorbicron, a device created to analyse the various abilities of metahumans. It was an interesting invention, but not one that he had found a practical use for. After all, metahumans like Superman made their powers quite well known without anyone needing a device to detect them.

"That sounds like a fair deal to me. As soon as I return to America, I will arrange for the Absorbicron to be sent to you. And in exchange, the blueprints would be a worthy acquisition."

Luthor thought about what Doom had said about Reed Richards. Of course, Luthor himself had been brought into conflict with Richards recently. But what interest Luthor more was that Doom shared the same suspicions about these metahumans as Luthor did.

"I find it interesting, Lord Doom, that we share a similar philosophy in relation to these metahumans. I find it greatly disturbing that they are being accepted with open arms, when with their powers, they could become deadly enemies to the human race. But more crucially, they represent a threat to the progression and advancement of the human race."

Luthor paused for a moment. Doom appeared intrigued. He decided to continue.

"You and I are a lot alike, Lord Doom. We both had humble beginnings. But through our genius, and our iron will, we each became rulers of our respective societies. Yes, you are a monarch, and I am a mere businessman. But in America, now more than ever, it is the corporations that have the real power. But I digress. We represent the pinnacles of human achievement, figures that humanity should admire, possibly even aspire to follow in our footsteps, build on from our achievements in future generations. But when an alien like Superman arrives in our planet, with powers and abilities that surpass anything out human bodies allow us to do, it destroys that ambition, that unburdened belief in human capability. My greatest fear, Lord Doom, is that we as a race will stop reaching for the stars, now that the stars have come down to us."

Doom was silent as he pondered Luthor's words. The American was clearly afraid, afraid of the Kryptonian and all that the S-shield represented. It was intriguing to know that Metropolis's former Man of Steel had such a large weakness. Doom filed that knowledge away for later use.

"You are a fool, Luthor, and a coward." Doom's voice echoed around the room. Doom glanced at Luthor, who was clearly taken aback by Doom's statement. "The metahumans, these 'super' heroes are nothing. They have existed for perhaps six months and now they instill such fear in you that you sound like a child, and a stupid one at that. Human intelligence and human achievement can and does eclipse anything these preposterous spandex-clad demigods can accomplish. You think me, perhaps, backwards, ignorant of this threat. You would, of course, be wrong. I have been a blood enemy of Reed Richards for many years, and only now does your small mind comprehend the threat of Richards and his ilk. Now you come to me seeking alliance for in the ascension of Superman your own flaws and vanity have been exposed. Instead of correcting those problems in yourself, you have sworn war against Superman. You have done so because you are weak. You have yet to succeed in killing the alien for the same reason. You are too concerned with the Kingpin of Crime and assassins and preservation of your own worthless hide to even put up a resistance against your percieved threat."

Doom stood from the chair, his hooded cloak covering his back. His hands clasped behind his back as he began to pace around the room.

"I am strong, Luthor. Strong enough to hide my strength. Strong enough to wait for the critical moment to strike. You are correct, in that these superhuman do-gooders represent a threat to the power of your kind. But I have waited and planned for years, like a tiger in deepest India. It prowls in the tall grass, its form invisible to those it will kill. Only in the moment before the kill is the tiger seen, an orange and black blur, and only in that moment before death does the prey realize its own danger. You are blatant, Luthor. A rhinocerous; a large, dumb creature who makes its power blatant. You are a known threat, especially to your 'Superman' and anyone with enough intellect to see your hidden strings. That is why you lose, and why you will always lose."

Doom stood in front of Luthor, now. The fire was at his back, and now he loomed above Luthor like some great black giant. "I will deal with the heroes in my own way and my own time. When I am finished, the entire world will know of my power. You will learn much. Now, stand and take your leave. Never speak of this meeting, nor of what I have told you. By the time you return to Metropolis, you will have the blueprints for my armor in your computer system. Now," Doom said as he turned away from Luthor, "leave me."

 

[Andy C.]

[EDIT: Luthor/Doom is just too good to barge in on before the time is right]

High in the skies over the magnificent Latverian castle, General Zod hovered, occasionally moving to avoid the sensors of the robotic guards patrolling Doom's fortress. Zod admitted to himself that these sentries were impressive; none of the other inferiors he had seen on this planet could rival that technology. Even the castle itself, with its primitive methods of construction with mortar and stones, and no father crystals from which to grow it, was grand in its design. Of all the apes he had seen on this world, Zod saw potential thus far only in Victor Von Doom.

As he scanned the inside of the palace with his X-Ray eyes, Zod saw something that surprised him. Doom was, at that very moment, in the presence of the man who had openly challenged Kal-El before the world, and what was more, Doom was verbally tearing Luthor down. Zod could hardly believe his eyes and ears as the bald-headed man took such abuse from the green-cloaked dictator.

Before he could swoop in closer for a better look, one of the Doom-Bots made its rounds, and Zod ducked out of sight. Perhaps it would be more prudent to wait and see how far these two were willing to push things before making his entrance.

For now, Zod would wait.

 

[wiegeabo]

I finally reach the brick wall surrounding Xavier's school. He's gotten smart, putting the school so far back away from everything. I punch a nice juggernaut-sized hole in the wall and walk through. Just as I step onto the property, steel spikes launch up and block my path in a crisscross way. I grab a couple of bars and pull down a huge section. I get a few more steps when tenticles shoot up from the ground and start wrapping around me. Electricity pours over my body and I actually slowdown. But, of course, I don't stop.

I keep walking, and the tenticles finally break. That's when I see a camera sitting ontop of a tall pole. I grab the pole in my hands and bend it down. I bring the camera right into my face, hoping it has a microphone. "Geez, Chuck. It's like you're trying to keep out your guests. Afterall, I'm not a salesman, I'm your brother. Where's the love at?" I smile into the camera before crushing it in my hands.

I rip the pole from the ground, hold it like a spear, and throw it through the front door. "Knock, knock. Uncle Cain is here," I call through the hole.

 

[Venom160]

I finally reach the brick wall surrounding Xavier's school. He's gotten smart, putting the school so far back away from everything. I punch a nice juggernaut-sized hole in the wall and walk through. Just as I step onto the property, steel spikes launch up and block my path in a crisscross way. I grab a couple of bars and pull down a huge section. I get a few more steps when tenticles shoot up from the ground and start wrapping around me. Electricity pours over my body and I actually slowdown. But, of course, I don't stop.

I keep walking, and the tenticles finally break. That's when I see a camera sitting ontop of a tall pole. I grab the pole in my hands and bend it down. I bring the camera right into my face, hoping it has a microphone. "Geez, Chuck. It's like you're trying to keep out your guests. Afterall, I'm not a salesman, I'm your brother. Where's the love at?" I smile into the camera before crushing it in my hands.

I rip the pole from the ground, hold it like a spear, and throw it through the front door. "Knock, knock. Uncle Cain is here," I call through the hole.

<Cyclops>

The floor of the Professor's office shakes as this Juggernaut guy crashs through the front door.

"Knock, knock. Uncle Cain is here,"

Logan looks at each one of us.

"Lets go X-Men."

John flicks open his lighter and flicks it on, the fire shoots onto his hands and intensifies. I look over at Bobby and see his fingers get covered in a thin layer of ice and the air around him get really cold.

"Alright finally I get to kick some butt!"

"I wish I had your confidence man."

"Don't worry Scott we'll be ok, Mr. Logan strikes me as a guy who don't make many mistakes."

She flashes me that smile again and at that moment I could face down the devil himself and not even flinch.

 

[Red]

(IC: Bullseye)



Bullseye crosses his arms, looking at Deadpool's corpse. He shakes his head to himself.

No sense of style. No effort. Sloppy work. I need to give this clown a few more pointers when all's said and over with.

Stepping over the corpse of the ship's driver, Bullseye looks at the controls. He then pauses, looking back at Deadpool.

"... You... do know how to drive one of these things, right?"

Deadpool stands, silent for a moment. Bullseye shakes his head again.

"You claim to be the man, here, and you don't even have your sealegs!"

Bullseye finally settles with simply turning the wheel, making the ship steer away from the docks. He then notices shouts coming from the other side of the ship.

"Looks like we've attracted company..."

Bullseye takes a sai from his boot, and twirls it with a grin on his face.

"Whadda'ya say we introduce ourselves?", Bullseye says, evilly.

He then pauses.

"-And I am NOT Barbie this time, You bastard."

&#8220;Whatever dude, just don&#8217;t start asking if me your ass looks fat in that swan princess dress of yours.&#8221;

I withdraw a sword from my back and test its sharpness by running it over my finger.

&#8220;You take care of the engine room and I&#8217;ll deal with the crew.&#8221;

 

[Keyser Soze]

Doom was silent as he pondered Luthor's words. The American was clearly afraid, afraid of the Kryptonian and all that the S-shield represented. It was intriguing to know that Metropolis's former Man of Steel had such a large weakness. Doom filed that knowledge away for later use.

"You are a fool, Luthor, and a coward." Doom's voice echoed around the room. Doom glanced at Luthor, who was clearly taken aback by Doom's statement. "The metahumans, these 'super' heroes are nothing. They have existed for perhaps six months and now they instill such fear in you that you sound like a child, and a stupid one at that. Human intelligence and human achievement can and does eclipse anything these preposterous spandex-clad demigods can accomplish. You think me, perhaps, backwards, ignorant of this threat. You would, of course, be wrong. I have been a blood enemy of Reed Richards for many years, and only now does your small mind comprehend the threat of Richards and his ilk. Now you come to me seeking alliance for in the ascension of Superman your own flaws and vanity have been exposed. Instead of correcting those problems in yourself, you have sworn war against Superman. You have done so because you are weak. You have yet to succeed in killing the alien for the same reason. You are too concerned with the Kingpin of Crime and assassins and preservation of your own worthless hide to even put up a resistance against your percieved threat."

Doom stood from the chair, his hooded cloak covering his back. His hands clasped behind his back as he began to pace around the room.

"I am strong, Luthor. Strong enough to hide my strength. Strong enough to wait for the critical moment to strike. You are correct, in that these superhuman do-gooders represent a threat to the power of your kind. But I have waited and planned for years, like a tiger in deepest India. It prowls in the tall grass, its form invisible to those it will kill. Only in the moment before the kill is the tiger seen, an orange and black blur, and only in that moment before death does the prey realize its own danger. You are blatant, Luthor. A rhinocerous; a large, dumb creature who makes its power blatant. You are a known threat, especially to your 'Superman' and anyone with enough intellect to see your hidden strings. That is why you lose, and why you will always lose."

Doom stood in front of Luthor, now. The fire was at his back, and now he loomed above Luthor like some great black giant. "I will deal with the heroes in my own way and my own time. When I am finished, the entire world will know of my power. You will learn much. Now, stand and take your leave. Never speak of this meeting, nor of what I have told you. By the time you return to Metropolis, you will have the blueprints for my armor in your computer system. Now," Doom said as he turned away from Luthor, "leave me."

Luthor listened in stunned, seething silence as Dr. Doom embarked on his egotistical character assassination. A fool? A coward? Clearly, the gloves were off. And when he was done with his little rant, Doom says "leave me"!? Sorry, no. Monarch or not, nobody talked to Lex Luthor like that. Nobody.

"I find it...highly ironic that you idly boast of how subtle you are, like a...what was it you said? A tiger in deepest India? Yet, your ego forces you to lay your cards out on the table. Your mask is slipping, no pun intended. You are a genius, Doom, but I am smarter than you. Why? Because while you hide out here in your castle, plotting like a pantomime ghoul, I'm presenting a public face, right in the beating heart of America. You rule your people through fear and conquest. Me? I rule most of America, and they don't even know it. My products run their homes, my engines run their cars, my companies run their working lives. You take what you want, like a schoollyard bully. I get people to hand over to me what I want, and make them think it's their idea. I am smarter that you, Doom."

Luthor stood up, putting on his coat.

"You say you are strong, Luthor? All I've seen you do is suppress a backward nation of pitchfork-weilding peasants, rule over a dirt-hole in Eastern Europe. You are a big fish in a small pond. You wouldn't last a week in The United States? Me? I've thrived in that environment. If I were to take out my cellphone, do you know who you would see on my speed-dial? The President? Yes, but also one better than that. The President's Wife. In America, the greatest nation on Earth, the place that affects global opinion more than any other, I am respected, admired, loved. Depending on who you ask, you are either treated with indifference or suspicion. You are awfully isolated in this little kingdom of yours. Just remember that my President is always eager to invade an oil-rich, tyrant-led country...like a large dumb creature, like a rhinocerous."

Luthor moved away from the chair, and walked towards the door. He opened it, then turned back to face Doom one last time.

"I find it a great shame that we part on these terms. I would have very much liked us to form a fruitful parntership. But I am a businessman, and will fulfil my commitments. The Power Absorbicron will soon be in your hands. I wish you the best of luck in future endevours. But take my advice: stay out of my way...Victor."

With an arrogant smirk, Lex Luthor left Dr. Doom, closing the door behind him.

 

[Trigger]

I finally reach the brick wall surrounding Xavier's school. He's gotten smart, putting the school so far back away from everything. I punch a nice juggernaut-sized hole in the wall and walk through. Just as I step onto the property, steel spikes launch up and block my path in a crisscross way. I grab a couple of bars and pull down a huge section. I get a few more steps when tenticles shoot up from the ground and start wrapping around me. Electricity pours over my body and I actually slowdown. But, of course, I don't stop.

I keep walking, and the tenticles finally break. That's when I see a camera sitting ontop of a tall pole. I grab the pole in my hands and bend it down. I bring the camera right into my face, hoping it has a microphone. "Geez, Chuck. It's like you're trying to keep out your guests. Afterall, I'm not a salesman, I'm your brother. Where's the love at?" I smile into the camera before crushing it in my hands.

I rip the pole from the ground, hold it like a spear, and throw it through the front door. "Knock, knock. Uncle Cain is here," I call through the hole.

Roberto and Sam let out a twin set of terrified screams as they watched a pole come flying through the front door. They ran off down the hall and away from the foyer; leaving Victor alone. Victor's knees buckled at the thought of fighting a real villain. He swallowed hard and a spark of blue electromagnetic energy surrounded his hands.

A strange voice resounded in his ear. It's message was clear. Inside its sweet whisper, Victor could make out a strange message.

Kill the human! Kill the mutants! All meta-humans must die!

A strange sensation ran through Victor's body. A surge of confidence gave Victor the boldness he needed to charge at the behemoth waiting on the other side.

"Bring it! " he said charging at the door.

 

[Noon]

<Cyclops>

The floor of the Professor's office shakes as this Juggernaut guy crashs through the front door.

"Knock, knock. Uncle Cain is here,"

Logan looks at each one of us.

"Lets go X-Men."

John flicks open his lighter and flicks it on, the fire shoots onto his hands and intensifies. I look over at Bobby and see his fingers get covered in a thin layer of ice and the air around him get really cold.

"Alright finally I get to kick some butt!"

"I wish I had your confidence man."

"Don't worry Scott we'll be ok, Mr. Logan strikes me as a guy who don't make many mistakes."

She flashes me that smile again and at that moment I could face down the devil himself and not even flinch.

As the Juggernaut makes his presence know, all the mutants around me prepare their powers, and suddenly I realise I might not be so useful in this fight. I've been so scared to use my powers, and I only have the fighting skills of magneto and the humans I have absorbed.

I take a thoughful look at my gloved hands and make my decision. If I'm going to be useful on this team, I have to use my powers.

I pull both my gloves off, the air feels nice on my skin and I throw the gloves to the floor.

Bring it on.

 

[Batman]

(IC: Clark Kent)

I had to ask Lois the same question twice after she mentioned 'Latveria'. I didn't know much about it... But to go to another country to interview a diplomat? It was what the other reporters referred to as 'The Big Leagues', in journalism. Naturally, I had no problem with being... well... pulled, literally, into this.

It was nearly an hour later, and here I am, on a jet to a country I don't know anything about. Lois sits right across from me, penning down notes. I should be doing the same... But all I can think about is why, exactly, I've taken such a notice of her. I downright hate most, if not all of her mannerisms. She's an army brat, a city girl... the complete opposite of the way I was raised, and who I grew to be.

Yet... I'm beginning to notice something else about her. I can't put my finger on it... It's not her physical beauty, because I was well aware of that. Infact, that's probably the only part I liked about her when we became partners... Which is something she still denies to this day. Yet... When I'm with her, as Superman... I feel the most like Clark Kent... Who I am, in that costume. I don't feel different... Like an outsider, someone who can't fit in. I feel... good.

...What is happening to me?

I look out the window. Maybe if I focus on the matter at hand, I can try to make some sense of it. And that's when I see it, below us, among the clouds. I look at Lois.

"Um... Lois... you're sure, I mean ..We're at the right place, right?"

She looks out the window, noticing it aswell. She smirks, looking back at me.

"A bit full of himself, isn't he?"

We're landing near a castle. A castle. Sure, it's not as glorious or breathtaking as The Fortress Of Solitude... But... It comes pretty close. In a different, old word type of feel.

"Yep. That's Castle Doom, Kent. One of the biggest... And most feared, might I add... strongholds in the world. And if even half the stories I've heard are true... We're in for quite a ride.", She tells me, with an almost... excitement about it.

I look at the castle again. If I couldn't bounce bullets off of my chest... I'd have a reason to fear this place. And she's excited about it? The question of what I see in her begins to resurface as the jet lands on the Western wing.

As we step out, I notice something coming towards us. A chill nearly runs down my spine as it approaches. It's... some kind of robot, I think. Is it dangerous? I stay close to Lois as we both step down off of the jet. If it is... I can't let it endanger her, I-

Suddenly, it stops.

"Halt. State your names and buisness within the Castle of the great lord Doom."

...Well that was welcoming.

"Back off, Tinhead. We were 'requested' by your master. Lois Lane, Daily Planet."

It turns to me, immediatley.

"And you?"

"Um... Clark Kent, Daily Planet."

It's still, for a moment. Then, it finally beeps.

"Response ...Acceptable. Lord Doom requests your prescence."

Lois crosses her arms.

"You don't say?"

The robot turns.

"This way."

As Lois and I begin to follow him into the Castle, I turn to her, whispering...

"Is there any way we can still deny that request?"

I believe Lois' sentiments were correct. We're definatley in for quite a ride...

 

[Batman]

(IC: Bullseye)

“Whatever dude, just don’t start asking if me your ass looks fat in that swan princess dress of yours.”

I withdraw a sword from my back and test its sharpness by running it over my finger.

“You take care of the engine room and I’ll deal with the crew.”

Bullseye was getting tired of being bossed around by this amatuer. However, at the same time, He knew to argue with the guy would only waste time. Continuing to twirl his sai's around, Bullseye put on a false grin.

"Fine by me."

As the two split up, Bullseye leaped forward kicked open the door to the engine room. Three stunned crewmembers paused, noticing him. Bullseye nodded.

"Gooday', Mates. Or however the hell that Irwin guy says it.", Bullseye said, before flicking his hand forward.

In a blur of a second, the three crew members found ninja stars jammed into their throats. All precise, all in a vital area. Immediatley, they fell to the floor, dead. Bullseye stepped over them, before looking back ...only to see a bigger crew member rushing towards him. Bullseye gritted his teeth.

That idiot. That ****ing IDIOT..., He thought, in regards to Deadpool, who probably didn't even notice the guy pass him in between his crappy one-liners.

Taking his sais, Bullseye plunged forward.

"HA!", Bullseye screamed, with a crazy grin on his face as he plunged both sais into the chest of the crew member, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud. Bullseye stood ontop of him, loving the sight of the guy's blood gushing out between the blades.

"Thought you had me, didn't ya?", Bullseye said, slapping the man's unconscious head as he pulled the sais out.

Guess that's what happens when you try to take on the best there is., He thought, with another smirk as he made his way to the massive engine.

"Oooh... What does this button do?", Bullseye mocked, as he slung forward the bag across his chest, and pulled out the device in which was the key element to their operation. A C-4 explosive.

Strapping it to the engine, Bullseye plunged the now bloody sais into it aswell, to give it an extra kick, before running out.

"SHE'S GONNA BLOW!", He screamed, half hoping Deadpool would hear the warning, and half hoping the idiot would just go down with the damned thing.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

(IC: Clark Kent)

I had to ask Lois the same question twice after she mentioned 'Latveria'. I didn't know much about it... But to go to another country to interview a diplomat? It was what the other reporters referred to as 'The Big Leagues', in journalism. Naturally, I had no problem with being... well... pulled, literally, into this.

It was nearly an hour later, and here I am, on a jet to a country I don't know anything about. Lois sits right across from me, penning down notes. I should be doing the same... But all I can think about is why, exactly, I've taken such a notice of her. I downright hate most, if not all of her mannerisms. She's an army brat, a city girl... the complete opposite of the way I was raised, and who I grew to be.

Yet... I'm beginning to notice something else about her. I can't put my finger on it... It's not her physical beauty, because I was well aware of that. Infact, that's probably the only part I liked about her when we became partners... Which is something she still denies to this day. Yet... When I'm with her, as Superman... I feel the most like Clark Kent... Who I am, in that costume. I don't feel different... Like an outsider, someone who can't fit in. I feel... good.

...What is happening to me?

I look out the window. Maybe if I focus on the matter at hand, I can try to make some sense of it. And that's when I see it, below us, among the clouds. I look at Lois.

"Um... Lois... you're sure, I mean ..We're at the right place, right?"

She looks out the window, noticing it aswell. She smirks, looking back at me.

"A bit full of himself, isn't he?"

We're landing near a castle. A castle. Sure, it's not as glorious or breathtaking as The Fortress Of Solitude... But... It comes pretty close. In a different, old word type of feel.

"Yep. That's Castle Doom, Kent. One of the biggest... And most feared, might I add... strongholds in the world. And if even half the stories I've heard are true... We're in for quite a ride.", She tells me, with an almost... excitement about it.

I look at the castle again. If I couldn't bounce bullets off of my chest... I'd have a reason to fear this place. And she's excited about it? The question of what I see in her begins to resurface as the jet lands on the Western wing.

As we step out, I notice something coming towards us. A chill nearly runs down my spine as it approaches. It's... some kind of robot, I think. Is it dangerous? I stay close to Lois as we both step down off of the jet. If it is... I can't let it endanger her, I-

Suddenly, it stops.

"Halt. State your names and buisness within the Castle of the great lord Doom."

...Well that was welcoming.

"Back off, Tinhead. We were 'requested' by your master. Lois Lane, Daily Planet."

It turns to me, immediatley.

"And you?"

"Um... Clark Kent, Daily Planet."

It's still, for a moment. Then, it finally beeps.

"Response ...Acceptable. Lord Doom requests your prescence."

Lois crosses her arms.

"You don't say?"

The robot turns.

"This way."

As Lois and I begin to follow him into the Castle, I turn to her, whispering...

"Is there any way we can still deny that request?"

I believe Lois' sentiments were correct. We're definatley in for quite a ride...

He and Luthor had parted enemies, but that suited Doom. For years, Luthor had mined his people like a natural resource, and Zorba had allowed it. The confrontation he had arranged was a necessary step. He was a benevolent ruler for his people, and would not see them used in such a way again. That Luthor thought himself Doom's better did not worry the ruler. Luthor was exactly as Doom had suspected, a frightened little American robber baron. He was as far beneath Doom's respect as Richards was. Perhaps lower.

He was pondering the construction of the AMAZO AI when his reverie was interrupted by Boris, his personal servant. The man had been a part of Doom's gypsy band, but now the gray-bearded, gaunt, and wise man leant his wisdom and service to Doom.
"My lord, you have guests. Lois Lane and Clark Kent from the Daily Planet."
"Very good. Have them shown here at once," commanded Doom. Boris nodded, turned, and left, leaving Doom alone in the study. The lighting had been dark and subdued for the meeting with Luthor, but that would not do for the reporters. Doom looked around the room, and then snapped his fingers twice. Slowly, the toches receeded into the wall, and stones in the ceiling moved away to reveal modern lights that descended, lending the room a very bright, cheerful air. Doom stood near the main entrance, awaiting his guests.

This shall be my introduction to the world. For my plans to succeed, I must portray myself in the Western, Christian fashion. Lane and Kent must have no inkling of my grander plans, for if they discover them then surely the accursed Richards will know of them as well. No, better to present myself as a tame dog, lest the metahumans learn of the roaring tiger that awaits them.

 

[wiegeabo]

All of a sudden, this kid glowing with blue energy jumps through the hole in the door at me.

"Bring it! " he said charging at the door.

I shrug, grab the front of the kid's shirt, and toss him over my shoulder. "You asked for it," I say.

While the kid is flying, I walk up and bring both my fists down on the door. It explodes inwards, shards and splinters flying everywhere.

"I said: Knock, Knock!"

 

[Trigger]

Landing on the ground helped rid Victor of the voice in his head, but did nothing to help the situation at hand. He got back to his feet and tried to brush himself off. He wished he had stole his squad uniform, but that was a moot point right now. He tried approaching the behemoth head-on, but whenever that didn't work.....

Crush the human! Crush him now!

Victor leaned back and then launched a blast of electromagnetic energy at monstrous mix of metal and muscle.

"Take that!"

 

[wiegeabo]

Landing on the ground helped rid Victor of the voice in his head, but did nothing to help the situation at hand. He got back to his feet and tried to brush himself off. He wished he had stole his squad uniform, but that was a moot point right now. He tried approaching the behemoth head-on, but whenever that didn't work.....

Crush the human! Crush him now!

Victor leaned back and then launched a blast of electromagnetic energy at monstrous mix of metal and muscle.

"Take that!"

A blue light glows behind me and I feel a little tickle on my back. I turn enough to see the blue kid standing behind me. He's either brave, stupid, or both. Probably both.

"That tickles kid. Too bad you're not stronger, and a chick. I could use a good back massage right now." I stomp the ground, and he falls. "But since your not either, why don't you go play with the other little kiddies while I wait for the real X-Men."

 

[Red]

"I causally make my way around the inside of the ship, humming my favorite 80&#8217;s song,

&#8220;Girls, They want, Wanna have fun. Girls, Wanna hav&#8230;&#8221; As I&#8217;m about to finish the choirs (my favorite part) the sound of clicking stops me in my tracks and I turn around. As I do I find the barrels of two AK&#8217;s fixed at my head, the riffles are held by two thugs dress in black from head to toe; yes, even their toes are black.

&#8220;Freeze!&#8221; shouts one of them.

&#8220;Wait AK&#8217;s? Man that is so cliché, why can&#8217;t you have&#8230;erm,&#8221; I scratch my head &#8220;&#8230;..Evil helper monkeys, yeah now which would be so cool, I would be like "die you monkey bastards!&#8221;

The guards look to each other blankly confused by my outburst, they must be your bog standard goons, ya know the one&#8217;s without personalities.

&#8220;Lets make this quick, veronica mars is on in half an hour, and no way in hell am I missing the sexy delight that is Kristen Bell.&#8221;

They shrug their shoulders &#8220;Your coming with us.&#8221; Orders the heavy to the left. &#8220;Yeah&#8221; reaffirms the other one.

My hand scrambles down my leg and grasps a knife from my belt. I grab the ends of the riffles and toss one guy against the wall and slit others throat. As goon number 2 gets up and I hurl the knife into the back of his head.

"SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" screams Bullseye from atop the ship. Wait a minute screams? I guess I was right with the whole Barbie comment.

What&#8217;s he on about any who, I hope it&#8217;s not that pregers girlfriend of his about to visit the Stalk, no way I&#8217;m I being Uncle Wadey&#8230;oh wait that&#8217;s Keyser&#8217;s Bullseye, my mistake.

I find the nearest exit and drive into the freezing sea, which would be fun if I had brought my yellow duck Sir Quackserlot along.

 

[Trigger]

"Maybe I'm not an X-man, but I am a student here, and I don't appreciate you trashing my turf. I may not be a senior, but I can keep you busy! I'll show you and all of them my potential."

Victor charged at the behemoth again. He made a grab for him, but Victor rolled out of the way. Victor then launched another blast of energy while he was close.

"How do you like that?!"

 

[Keyser Soze]

(IC: Clark Kent)

I had to ask Lois the same question twice after she mentioned 'Latveria'. I didn't know much about it... But to go to another country to interview a diplomat? It was what the other reporters referred to as 'The Big Leagues', in journalism. Naturally, I had no problem with being... well... pulled, literally, into this.

It was nearly an hour later, and here I am, on a jet to a country I don't know anything about. Lois sits right across from me, penning down notes. I should be doing the same... But all I can think about is why, exactly, I've taken such a notice of her. I downright hate most, if not all of her mannerisms. She's an army brat, a city girl... the complete opposite of the way I was raised, and who I grew to be.

Yet... I'm beginning to notice something else about her. I can't put my finger on it... It's not her physical beauty, because I was well aware of that. Infact, that's probably the only part I liked about her when we became partners... Which is something she still denies to this day. Yet... When I'm with her, as Superman... I feel the most like Clark Kent... Who I am, in that costume. I don't feel different... Like an outsider, someone who can't fit in. I feel... good.

...What is happening to me?

I look out the window. Maybe if I focus on the matter at hand, I can try to make some sense of it. And that's when I see it, below us, among the clouds. I look at Lois.

"Um... Lois... you're sure, I mean ..We're at the right place, right?"

She looks out the window, noticing it aswell. She smirks, looking back at me.

"A bit full of himself, isn't he?"

We're landing near a castle. A castle. Sure, it's not as glorious or breathtaking as The Fortress Of Solitude... But... It comes pretty close. In a different, old word type of feel.

"Yep. That's Castle Doom, Kent. One of the biggest... And most feared, might I add... strongholds in the world. And if even half the stories I've heard are true... We're in for quite a ride.", She tells me, with an almost... excitement about it.

I look at the castle again. If I couldn't bounce bullets off of my chest... I'd have a reason to fear this place. And she's excited about it? The question of what I see in her begins to resurface as the jet lands on the Western wing.

As we step out, I notice something coming towards us. A chill nearly runs down my spine as it approaches. It's... some kind of robot, I think. Is it dangerous? I stay close to Lois as we both step down off of the jet. If it is... I can't let it endanger her, I-

Suddenly, it stops.

"Halt. State your names and buisness within the Castle of the great lord Doom."

...Well that was welcoming.

"Back off, Tinhead. We were 'requested' by your master. Lois Lane, Daily Planet."

It turns to me, immediatley.

"And you?"

"Um... Clark Kent, Daily Planet."

It's still, for a moment. Then, it finally beeps.

"Response ...Acceptable. Lord Doom requests your prescence."

Lois crosses her arms.

"You don't say?"

The robot turns.

"This way."

As Lois and I begin to follow him into the Castle, I turn to her, whispering...

"Is there any way we can still deny that request?"

I believe Lois' sentiments were correct. We're definatley in for quite a ride...

As Clark Kent and Lois Lane were led into Castle Doom by a Doombot, Lex Luthor was being led out. And, at around the halfway point, they met in one of the long, winding corridors.

"Lois Lane, it's a small world."

Lois Lane was one of Luthor's most vocal detractors. No matter what he did, she found a way to put a negative spin on it. But in spite of all that, Luthor held a great respect for her tenacity, for her...courage. Perhaps, he felt something more than respect. He turned to the bespectacled man that was next to her.

"I don't believe we've met."

 

[Logan Howlett]

A blue light glows behind me and I feel a little tickle on my back. I turn enough to see the blue kid standing behind me. He's either brave, stupid, or both. Probably both.

"That tickles kid. Too bad you're not stronger, and a chick. I could use a good back massage right now." I stomp the ground, and he falls. "But since your not either, why don't you go play with the other little kiddies while I wait for the real X-Men."

"So much for that 10 minutes eh prof? Ok boys an girls, now I don't like babysittin so yur gona do exactly what I tell ya exactly WHEN I tell ya got it?....GOOD! Now Those of you that'r comin, follow me, if you suddenly wet yur pants an changed yur mind, stay here with the prof he'll mentaly convince you that yur dry again. Bobby, John, seein as how you two are the only ones side Beast an myself to have ever done the danger room execises, you two are my point men. You......um..Cyclops, follow Bobby, do as he tells ya, John I want you to take care of Rogue.......Now where did that Cajun get to?, either way, I want you two to stay close, got it? beast an I are gona take front, I don't want anyone gettin bigger than their britches, so do as I say, and you'll be fine!"

Beast turns to me and says,

"Wasn't our young Victor in the forier?"

"You mean that new kid with the light stuff?.....Oh crap.....LETS MOVE!"

We run out the door and into the hall. Beast runs across a wall and flips down into the space left in front of the door. Juggernaut is standin right in front of him. I pop my claws and jump off the railing, landing on my feet ,one hand on the ground, I stand up and point my claws at him sayin,

"Nice to see ya again bub, you could called first. Glad I don't have to worry about savin the world this time so I can cut ya up nice an proper!"

 

[Noon]

"So much for that 10 minutes eh prof? Ok boys an girls, now I don't like babysittin so yur gona do exactly what I tell ya exactly WHEN I tell ya got it?....GOOD! Now Those of you that'r comin, follow me, if you suddenly wet yur pants an changed yur mind, stay here with the prof he'll mentaly convince you that yur dry again. Bobby, John, seein as how you two are the only ones side Beast an myself to have ever done the danger room execises, you two are my point men. You......um..Cyclops, follow Bobby, do as he tells ya, John I want you to take care of Rogue.......Now where did that Cajun get to?, either way, I want you two to stay close, got it? beast an I are gona take front, I don't want anyone gettin bigger than their britches, so do as I say, and you'll be fine!"

Beast turns to me and says,

"Wasn't our young Victor in the forier?"

"You mean that new kid with the light stuff?.....Oh crap.....LETS MOVE!"

We run out the door and into the hall. Beast runs across a wall and flips down into the space left in front of the door. Juggernaut is standin right in front of him. I pop my claws and jump off the railing, landing on my feet ,one hand on the ground, I stand up and point my claws at him sayin,

"Nice to see ya again bub, you could called first. Glad I don't have to worry about savin the world this time so I can cut ya up nice an proper!"

Take care of me? OHhhh!!

I fume inside, but keep a cool exterior. I'll make him eat those words.

Ah'll make him eat those words if its the last thing ah do...

I run after them, and come face to face with the biggest guy I ever seen

 

[Venom160]

"So much for that 10 minutes eh prof? Ok boys an girls, now I don't like babysittin so yur gona do exactly what I tell ya exactly WHEN I tell ya got it?....GOOD! Now Those of you that'r comin, follow me, if you suddenly wet yur pants an changed yur mind, stay here with the prof he'll mentaly convince you that yur dry again. Bobby, John, seein as how you two are the only ones side Beast an myself to have ever done the danger room execises, you two are my point men. You......um..Cyclops, follow Bobby, do as he tells ya, John I want you to take care of Rogue.......Now where did that Cajun get to?, either way, I want you two to stay close, got it? beast an I are gona take front, I don't want anyone gettin bigger than their britches, so do as I say, and you'll be fine!"

Beast turns to me and says,

"Wasn't our young Victor in the forier?"

"You mean that new kid with the light stuff?.....Oh crap.....LETS MOVE!"

We run out the door and into the hall. Beast runs across a wall and flips down into the space left in front of the door. Juggernaut is standin right in front of him. I pop my claws and jump off the railing, landing on my feet ,one hand on the ground, I stand up and point my claws at him sayin,

"Nice to see ya again bub, you could called first. Glad I don't have to worry about savin the world this time so I can cut ya up nice an proper!"

<Cyclops>

We follow Logan and Beast out of the Professor's office and down the stairs where the Juggernaut was waiting for us.

"Nice to see ya again bub, you could called first. Glad I don't have to worry about savin the world this time so I can cut ya up nice an proper!"

Either Logan has balls of steel or he's crazier than I thought he was, this Juggernaut guy is fricken huge!

"Holy crap how the hell are we going to beat this guy?"

Bobby punchs me in the shoulder.

"Don't worry Slim we can take him, you know how that saying goes. The bigger they are......"

He fires a blast out of his hands freezing the Juggernaut's arms. The Juggernaut lets out a small laugh and breaks the ice like its was nothing.

".........um the more bones they break."

"Crap."