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The truck came to a stop outside the front gates of the opulent mansion. Dr. Robert Bruce Banner, carefully climbed down from it's bed. He waved to the driver, and gave his thanks for the ride. Once again, living on the lam, he had done his best to find clotheing in his travel sack that would be appropriate attire for the somber event. The best he could find were a black pair of dockers, and a long sleeved, navy blue, button down shirt. Self consciously, he made his way to the gates. He didn't know why, exactly he had come here. He didn't fit in well, and had often found himself at odds with many of the people assembled here. As he stood near the call box, prepared to press the contact button, the gates swang open, seemingly of there own accord. He hesitantly entered the property, and couldn't help wincing as the gates gently locked together again.
Banner: " Well, there is no turning back now, I must see this thing to it's finish." he said as he walked up to a path and followed the sound of voices, to the back of the mansion. There he found the greatest gathereing of "super heroes" ever assembled in one place. It struck him as a profound example of how respected Jean was among her peers. Here was gathered the worlds greatest. Men and women, worthy of all accolades in their own rights. All to pay respects to the fallen heroine. He couldn't help but feel stining guilt as he thought of all she had given to make the world better. It was a stark contrast to the engine of destruction that existed inside of him. He didn't feel that either he, or the Hulk, were even remotely worthy of the title, hero.
It was easy for him to make out the shape of Ben Grimm in the distance, he moved to stay out of the heroe's vision, keeping somber groups of people between himself and the man that was all to often his rival. Out of respect for the deceased, as well as Grimm, he did his best to avoid the side effects of an encounter with the strongman of the Fantasic Four. He made his way to the seating area as Dr. Charles Xavier made his way to the closed casket.
He couldn't help wondering how people would react in the event of his death. He felt certain that there would not be a greif filled funeral, attended by the worlds gretest heroes. Once, again he felt bitter and alone. No one would mourn him when he died. He closed his eyes, and once again, his thoughts went to Betty, he was consumed with sorrow. He felt Xavier make contact with him mentaly, and.......felt ..........the poignancy of the eulogy. The circumstances were similar, and they were both young, beautiful, stong, women who had so much to offer the world, and were taken prematurely.He could no longer seperate his feelings, greif for his Betty, mixed with his sadness at the death of Jean Grey. He could no longer contain his sorrow, and found himself openly weeping.
Bruce, sat in his chair, locked in his own thoughts, feeling guilty that he was bringing his own greif to a funeral for Jean. He put his hand in his pocket, and was once again comforted by the presence of the mystery letter. He ached so badly , to leave now, and begin his quest to find his Betty. Out of respect, he restrained his impulse, and moved it to the back of his mind. It became a dull ache, that he new would grow into an throbbing pain. He put his hand over his face, emotionally exhausted. Still with his hand covering his face, he turned to find a more private vantage point, as he felt guests approaching his seat. He was halted by Charles Xavier's mental request," Please Dr. Banner, do not feel out of place. You have earned your place among us many times, most recently in aiding in the disposal of the spore devices. Jean would have been honored to have you here." Banner looked up to see Proffesor Xavier, approaching, Scott Summers at his side.
Xavier: " Scott, I do beleive that you have met Dr Banner. Yes I thought you had,forgive me gentlemen, I believe Storm has need of me." and with that he left the two men.
If Bruce felt bad, it was immediately apparent what condition Cyclops was in. His loss was fresh, his emtions raw, and overwhelmingly acheing. His heart went out to Summers, feeling that a man stood before him, who had lost similarly to him. In a rare instance, Banner lowered his protective walls, and in the manner of one who was vulnerable emotionally, reached his hand out, and placed it on Summer's shoulder in an act of comiseration. He opened up and spoke," Mr. summers, i have lost my wife, and soulmate. She was the only thing on this earth.... that made me feel.......human, since my accident. I know what pain you are feeling, and want you to know, I am sorry for your loss. I admired your Jean greatly."
He felt Summers shoulder tense, and he stepped back. Summer's looked up in challenge, his mouth all hard lines, until he looked into the anguish filled eyes of Bruce Banner. The man. He immediately softened his face, and went so far as to offer a quick embrace to the startled Dr. Breaking away, he simply said, " Thank you." Those words, conveyed so much meaning, they hung in the air, and it was as if a full conversation had been shared. Slowly, Summers turned in the direction Xavier had went, and was in time to see his mentor leading the gathering towards a hill. Banner followed after Cyclops, feeling as if a great thing had been given to him. He felt ............human..........after his exchange with summers. He was accosted from his thoughts, as he was granted his second gift of the day, the vision of the Pheonix flying westward, into the sky.......................................
End for season 1
Banner: " Well, there is no turning back now, I must see this thing to it's finish." he said as he walked up to a path and followed the sound of voices, to the back of the mansion. There he found the greatest gathereing of "super heroes" ever assembled in one place. It struck him as a profound example of how respected Jean was among her peers. Here was gathered the worlds greatest. Men and women, worthy of all accolades in their own rights. All to pay respects to the fallen heroine. He couldn't help but feel stining guilt as he thought of all she had given to make the world better. It was a stark contrast to the engine of destruction that existed inside of him. He didn't feel that either he, or the Hulk, were even remotely worthy of the title, hero.
It was easy for him to make out the shape of Ben Grimm in the distance, he moved to stay out of the heroe's vision, keeping somber groups of people between himself and the man that was all to often his rival. Out of respect for the deceased, as well as Grimm, he did his best to avoid the side effects of an encounter with the strongman of the Fantasic Four. He made his way to the seating area as Dr. Charles Xavier made his way to the closed casket.
He couldn't help wondering how people would react in the event of his death. He felt certain that there would not be a greif filled funeral, attended by the worlds gretest heroes. Once, again he felt bitter and alone. No one would mourn him when he died. He closed his eyes, and once again, his thoughts went to Betty, he was consumed with sorrow. He felt Xavier make contact with him mentaly, and.......felt ..........the poignancy of the eulogy. The circumstances were similar, and they were both young, beautiful, stong, women who had so much to offer the world, and were taken prematurely.He could no longer seperate his feelings, greif for his Betty, mixed with his sadness at the death of Jean Grey. He could no longer contain his sorrow, and found himself openly weeping.
Bruce, sat in his chair, locked in his own thoughts, feeling guilty that he was bringing his own greif to a funeral for Jean. He put his hand in his pocket, and was once again comforted by the presence of the mystery letter. He ached so badly , to leave now, and begin his quest to find his Betty. Out of respect, he restrained his impulse, and moved it to the back of his mind. It became a dull ache, that he new would grow into an throbbing pain. He put his hand over his face, emotionally exhausted. Still with his hand covering his face, he turned to find a more private vantage point, as he felt guests approaching his seat. He was halted by Charles Xavier's mental request," Please Dr. Banner, do not feel out of place. You have earned your place among us many times, most recently in aiding in the disposal of the spore devices. Jean would have been honored to have you here." Banner looked up to see Proffesor Xavier, approaching, Scott Summers at his side.
Xavier: " Scott, I do beleive that you have met Dr Banner. Yes I thought you had,forgive me gentlemen, I believe Storm has need of me." and with that he left the two men.
If Bruce felt bad, it was immediately apparent what condition Cyclops was in. His loss was fresh, his emtions raw, and overwhelmingly acheing. His heart went out to Summers, feeling that a man stood before him, who had lost similarly to him. In a rare instance, Banner lowered his protective walls, and in the manner of one who was vulnerable emotionally, reached his hand out, and placed it on Summer's shoulder in an act of comiseration. He opened up and spoke," Mr. summers, i have lost my wife, and soulmate. She was the only thing on this earth.... that made me feel.......human, since my accident. I know what pain you are feeling, and want you to know, I am sorry for your loss. I admired your Jean greatly."
He felt Summers shoulder tense, and he stepped back. Summer's looked up in challenge, his mouth all hard lines, until he looked into the anguish filled eyes of Bruce Banner. The man. He immediately softened his face, and went so far as to offer a quick embrace to the startled Dr. Breaking away, he simply said, " Thank you." Those words, conveyed so much meaning, they hung in the air, and it was as if a full conversation had been shared. Slowly, Summers turned in the direction Xavier had went, and was in time to see his mentor leading the gathering towards a hill. Banner followed after Cyclops, feeling as if a great thing had been given to him. He felt ............human..........after his exchange with summers. He was accosted from his thoughts, as he was granted his second gift of the day, the vision of the Pheonix flying westward, into the sky.......................................
End for season 1
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Duker Jay said:
OOC: Well since everyone else is there...I think DD should be there as well.
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Matt quietly approached the casket and bowed his head. He said a silent prayer, crossed himself and quietly said, "Hail & Farewell Jean...you will be missed."
He left the casket and sat in the back. I hate funerals, my dad's, Karen's, Elektra, and now this one. I can never get used to these...it also reminds me...that maybe someday my time too will be up...and when it is...what will happen? Will people realize I am Daredevil...will being a vigilante wipe out the good I did as a lawyer? Or will it enhance it? I don't know and I don't care right now...after all the crap that has happened over the last few days....all I want to do is...I just want to be alone.
Matt stood up and went back to his apartment. Climbed into his sensory deprivation tank and fell asleep.
OOC: The end for Daredevil in season 1...can't wait for season 2
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Aren't we going to have Mary-Jane's funeral now? I don't mean to go on and on about this, but I think Mary-Jane's funeral deserves to end a season rather than open it. tying up all loose ends now will mean that we can allow for time to have passed after the start of the second season.
Personally speaking, I have put a lot of work into planning out a final post for this Season, involving Mary-Jane's funeral. I just naturally assumed that we would end the season with MJ's funeral, even before Jean died and we had to consider having a funeral for her as well. But as well as talking about myself, ElectroFlare really worked his ass off and made some excellent posts. I think he should be allowed a degree of catharsis as the season comes to a close as well.
I personally think that Mary-Jane's death was just as important as Jean Grey's, and allowing one funeral to clsoe things up, while another one is just going to be used as an excuse to springboard into a lot of fights, it sort of cheapens the character arcs of everyone not involved in the war in Genosha story.
Aren't we going to have Mary-Jane's funeral now? I don't mean to go on and on about this, but I think Mary-Jane's funeral deserves to end a season rather than open it. tying up all loose ends now will mean that we can allow for time to have passed after the start of the second season.
Personally speaking, I have put a lot of work into planning out a final post for this Season, involving Mary-Jane's funeral. I just naturally assumed that we would end the season with MJ's funeral, even before Jean died and we had to consider having a funeral for her as well. But as well as talking about myself, ElectroFlare really worked his ass off and made some excellent posts. I think he should be allowed a degree of catharsis as the season comes to a close as well.
I personally think that Mary-Jane's death was just as important as Jean Grey's, and allowing one funeral to clsoe things up, while another one is just going to be used as an excuse to springboard into a lot of fights, it sort of cheapens the character arcs of everyone not involved in the war in Genosha story.
OOC: If you guys want to have the funeral now, have it. I don't think anyone else is going to show up. It's supposed to be a public funeral so if you want to have it then just do it. I don't think that you have to wait for the okay seeing as you and Spidey are the only ones that are going to be there. I don't think that everyone is in the same time continuity anyway. So...post away and finish this season up. Just do it quickly so the last posts can be during Jean's funeral. Batnkevlar gets last post anyway.
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As Spider-man was hunting down Bullseye, he happened to land on the sidewalk in front of a TV store, where the news was on.
"Today, the funeral for Mrs. Mary Jane Parker will be held. It is believed that her husband is either missing or murdered, due to his disappearence at about the same time." Spider-man heard the announcer say.
"There will be another day for Bullseye. Now is a day for MJ." Spider-man said, and leapt into a dark alley way to change. After changing, Peter Parker hailed a cab to the funeral. He stopped first and rented a tux on the way.
He showed up just as the viewing started. Many people were startled by his presence, as he was believed injured. The limp he walked with, due to the Taskmaster's bullet, helped convince them.
He walked up to the casket at his turn. She was still beautiful.
"MJ. I'm sorry. I could have saved you. It's all my fault that you're not here anymore. I should have stayed with you, instead of running off like that. I didn't think he would harm you, but I was wrong. I'm sorry. I never wanted to have to do this. But I have to say goodbye." Peter Parker whispered, holding her hand in his. As he leaned over to kiss her, his spider-sense went off.
What now? He thought...
OOC:Alright Bullseye, set you up. I can edit it if you don't want the spider-sense to go off, but I figured it'd be the best way to wrap up Spidey in Season I.
"Today, the funeral for Mrs. Mary Jane Parker will be held. It is believed that her husband is either missing or murdered, due to his disappearence at about the same time." Spider-man heard the announcer say.
"There will be another day for Bullseye. Now is a day for MJ." Spider-man said, and leapt into a dark alley way to change. After changing, Peter Parker hailed a cab to the funeral. He stopped first and rented a tux on the way.
He showed up just as the viewing started. Many people were startled by his presence, as he was believed injured. The limp he walked with, due to the Taskmaster's bullet, helped convince them.
He walked up to the casket at his turn. She was still beautiful.
"MJ. I'm sorry. I could have saved you. It's all my fault that you're not here anymore. I should have stayed with you, instead of running off like that. I didn't think he would harm you, but I was wrong. I'm sorry. I never wanted to have to do this. But I have to say goodbye." Peter Parker whispered, holding her hand in his. As he leaned over to kiss her, his spider-sense went off.
What now? He thought...
OOC:Alright Bullseye, set you up. I can edit it if you don't want the spider-sense to go off, but I figured it'd be the best way to wrap up Spidey in Season I.
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Meanwhile, in a cemetery in New York City, another funeral was taking place. The funeral of Mary-Jane Watson. There was a crowd of grieving friends and family members. And standing alone, to one side, was Mary-Jane's husband, Peter Parker. But someone else was observing the funeral, unknown to the other people in attendance.
Sitting in a beaten-down car, far back from everyone else, Bullseye sat and watched the service, taking place by the burial site. He wasn't in his costume. No, he was wearing a black suit, full mourning attire. He didn't expect Parker to spot him. The kid was in a world of his own. Bullseye considered killing him right now, and having it done with once and for all. But something was stopping him.
Bullseye hated Peter Parker. He hated him for loving Mary-Jane, and for being the person Mary-Jane loved. He hated him for letting Mary-Jane be endangered, letting her meet a lowlife piece of scum like Bullseye. And most of all Bullseye hated Peter Parker for not stopping Bullseye from killing Mary-Jane. Why didn't he stop him? it was all Parker's fault. Everything was his fault. But as much as Bullseye hated Peter Parker, he couldn't kill him. Not today, anyway.
Bullseye hated to admit it, but Bullseye and Spider-Man shared a powerful bond. They had both loved the same wonderful woman: Mary-Jane, sweet Mary-Jane. Bullseye had loved Mary-Jane more than he had loved anything. Except for himself. He really had a love-hate relationship with himself, that was for sure. He knew now that Mary-Jane didn't love him, would never love him, but that didn't matter. Whenever he was with her, he actually felt like life was more than just a sick joke. Life meant something, it could be something beautiful. But now that she was gone, Bullseye would never think that again. Life was just one big cosmic mindjob.
And that brought him back to Peter Parker. Bullseye hated him for being loved by Mary-Jane, but he also admired him for it. Parker was a lucky man. It didn't matter that she was dead, he should count himself lucky that he had ever been loved by something so beautiful, something so pure. But now she was dead. Bullseye and Parker could both share the same heartbreak. Whehter Parker liked it or not, they were both in the same boat. They were in this together. They had both killed her.
Bullseye watched solemnly as the coffin lowered down into the grave. He wished he could have seen her face one last time, but somehow he felt showing up at the viewing would have been a bad move to make. he couldn't see her, but he was sure she could see him. Oh yes, Bullseye believed in God. He hated him, but he certainly believed in him. Mary-Jane was now in a better place, a place Bullseye would never see, looking down on them all. Bullseye wondered what she thought of him.
With that thought, tears began to gather in Bullseye's eyes. His lip began to tremble. No! He wasn't going to cry! Bullseye wiped his eyes and frantically looked around to see if anyone was watching. being caught spying on the funeral he could risk, but no way was he going to let anyone see him so vulnerable, so weak. Bullseye closed his eyes, but all he could see was Mary-Jane's smiling face. He had never been lucky enough to see her smile in person, but he had used his imagination to picture what her smile would be like. He would never see her smile now...
And that was it. Bullseye couldn't take anymore. he just broke down, wailing uncontrollably. No one outside the car could hear him, and even if they could, Bullseye frankly couldn't care less. He had worried before, but now he was past that. As he punched himself in the head and tore at his skin, tears streaming down his face, all he could think about was that she was gone. Forever.
Bullseye needed to feel this pain. He needed to lay Mary-Jane to rest once and for all. Mary-Jane was dead, and Bullseye had finally sold his soul once and for all. Any hope for redemption - if there had been any after all he'd done - was gone now, Bullseye knew that. Bullseye was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. But Bullseye was okay with that. That's what he got paid to be.
THE END
(Until Season 2)
Sitting in a beaten-down car, far back from everyone else, Bullseye sat and watched the service, taking place by the burial site. He wasn't in his costume. No, he was wearing a black suit, full mourning attire. He didn't expect Parker to spot him. The kid was in a world of his own. Bullseye considered killing him right now, and having it done with once and for all. But something was stopping him.
Bullseye hated Peter Parker. He hated him for loving Mary-Jane, and for being the person Mary-Jane loved. He hated him for letting Mary-Jane be endangered, letting her meet a lowlife piece of scum like Bullseye. And most of all Bullseye hated Peter Parker for not stopping Bullseye from killing Mary-Jane. Why didn't he stop him? it was all Parker's fault. Everything was his fault. But as much as Bullseye hated Peter Parker, he couldn't kill him. Not today, anyway.
Bullseye hated to admit it, but Bullseye and Spider-Man shared a powerful bond. They had both loved the same wonderful woman: Mary-Jane, sweet Mary-Jane. Bullseye had loved Mary-Jane more than he had loved anything. Except for himself. He really had a love-hate relationship with himself, that was for sure. He knew now that Mary-Jane didn't love him, would never love him, but that didn't matter. Whenever he was with her, he actually felt like life was more than just a sick joke. Life meant something, it could be something beautiful. But now that she was gone, Bullseye would never think that again. Life was just one big cosmic mindjob.
And that brought him back to Peter Parker. Bullseye hated him for being loved by Mary-Jane, but he also admired him for it. Parker was a lucky man. It didn't matter that she was dead, he should count himself lucky that he had ever been loved by something so beautiful, something so pure. But now she was dead. Bullseye and Parker could both share the same heartbreak. Whehter Parker liked it or not, they were both in the same boat. They were in this together. They had both killed her.
Bullseye watched solemnly as the coffin lowered down into the grave. He wished he could have seen her face one last time, but somehow he felt showing up at the viewing would have been a bad move to make. he couldn't see her, but he was sure she could see him. Oh yes, Bullseye believed in God. He hated him, but he certainly believed in him. Mary-Jane was now in a better place, a place Bullseye would never see, looking down on them all. Bullseye wondered what she thought of him.
With that thought, tears began to gather in Bullseye's eyes. His lip began to tremble. No! He wasn't going to cry! Bullseye wiped his eyes and frantically looked around to see if anyone was watching. being caught spying on the funeral he could risk, but no way was he going to let anyone see him so vulnerable, so weak. Bullseye closed his eyes, but all he could see was Mary-Jane's smiling face. He had never been lucky enough to see her smile in person, but he had used his imagination to picture what her smile would be like. He would never see her smile now...
And that was it. Bullseye couldn't take anymore. he just broke down, wailing uncontrollably. No one outside the car could hear him, and even if they could, Bullseye frankly couldn't care less. He had worried before, but now he was past that. As he punched himself in the head and tore at his skin, tears streaming down his face, all he could think about was that she was gone. Forever.
Bullseye needed to feel this pain. He needed to lay Mary-Jane to rest once and for all. Mary-Jane was dead, and Bullseye had finally sold his soul once and for all. Any hope for redemption - if there had been any after all he'd done - was gone now, Bullseye knew that. Bullseye was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. But Bullseye was okay with that. That's what he got paid to be.
THE END
(Until Season 2)
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OOC: Hey guys we're planing the Goblin attack in season 2 it will Alot later if you want to getinto it or not it's okay, I'll showyou how it will be charcter driven.
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OOC: Great post, ElectroFlare. I don't want to fighrt or anything. I just wanted to show up. My post takes place after hte viewing anyway. my post took place after you said goodbye to her, and you went outside for the actual service. I think we are best just to leave it at that. A fight would just cheapen things. Congratulations ElectroFlare, I look forward to working with you in Season 2.
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OOC:Same to you KK...you've really opened Bullseye up to me with your posting
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Keyser Kingpin said:
OOC: Dude best post ever! I'd cry but it was just to much like Jack at the end of Season 3
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OOC: Yeah, it was a bit like that. Though I was thinking more of Dutch's breakdown in "The Shield". Not that anyone watches that. You should damnit! But thanks for the compliments, guys.
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OOC: Thank you, GammaMike, you just made my day!
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Johnny Storm
*Johnny back to his normal routine of being a celebrity and handling the business aspect of the fantastic four. Rushes to his next meeting, not knowing if it was business or pleasure, He runs by a newsstand. He stops abruptly, since a picture in the Daily Bugle catches his attention. The front page shows pictures of the heroes who took part in the war with Doom. In the lower right hand corner there was a column dedicated to an X-man who risked her life. Johnny realized that he was missing the funeral. An idea came upon him, thinking it was the least he could do, with his busy schedule and all. Johnny flames on right there near the newsstand and takes off. With his fire trail he forms a circle with an "X" inside, then on the bottom a "J" and a "G".*
OOC: End of my season, it was great playing with you guys, Im going to end it as Johnny Storm.
Many thanks to:
Duker Jay- it was great having another member of FF to play with, and you captured Ben very well.
Silver Sable -for playing along with the Johnny/Betsy romance
Iceman03 - for adding that Bobby Drake charm
Pfunk -I had a great time RRGing with you as a hero
Kang604 -you gave us one hell of a ride.
Mr. Green- thanks for the team up
Frantik Magik- you are a master strategist
And a Special Thanks to:
Batnkevlar- our fearless leader!
*Johnny back to his normal routine of being a celebrity and handling the business aspect of the fantastic four. Rushes to his next meeting, not knowing if it was business or pleasure, He runs by a newsstand. He stops abruptly, since a picture in the Daily Bugle catches his attention. The front page shows pictures of the heroes who took part in the war with Doom. In the lower right hand corner there was a column dedicated to an X-man who risked her life. Johnny realized that he was missing the funeral. An idea came upon him, thinking it was the least he could do, with his busy schedule and all. Johnny flames on right there near the newsstand and takes off. With his fire trail he forms a circle with an "X" inside, then on the bottom a "J" and a "G".*
OOC: End of my season, it was great playing with you guys, Im going to end it as Johnny Storm.
Many thanks to:
Duker Jay- it was great having another member of FF to play with, and you captured Ben very well.
Silver Sable -for playing along with the Johnny/Betsy romance
Iceman03 - for adding that Bobby Drake charm
Pfunk -I had a great time RRGing with you as a hero
Kang604 -you gave us one hell of a ride.
Mr. Green- thanks for the team up
Frantik Magik- you are a master strategist
And a Special Thanks to:
Batnkevlar- our fearless leader!
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HuyLantern said:Many thanks to:
Silver Sable -for playing along with the Johnny/Betsy romance
Your very welcome! I had a great time flirting with Johnny! I'll see ya around the hype! Feel free to IM me anytime!
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Um, okay. So I'm just now getting around to checking out this RPG stuff and it looks like something I'd have fun with. And now it's ending?!! So is something else going to start and if so how do I get involved?
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OOC: thanks to KK for bunnying me, I have limited internet access recently so I havent been able to post... should be up and running within this week though.
IC: Dark. Cold... static. An empty warehouse somewhere in the wilderness of Latveria.
The backyard of Dr. Victor Von Doom.
The movement had been... defeated. The mere thought made Doom quiver with disgust and dissapointment as he sat in pitch black, face rested in his palm. But Doom was an intelligent man... and he was not delusional.
He had been beat.
Oh, it took the combined forces of nearly every possible hero and government organization in the world to even attempt to halt his efforts... but piece by piece, the empire he had built had dwindled farther and farther from his grasp. He had seen, conquered, and lost. After being nearly beaten to death by Thor, injuries which he still suffered from... he had not been able to maintain command and control over his forces, which crumbled under the might of SHIELD, Stark Industries, and the FF/Avengers amalgamation. Add in Dr. Strange and the X-Men... and it was too much for even the great Victor Von Doom to handle.
He had been beat. Plain and simple.
Any other person would take some sort of solice or comfort in the fact that it had taken so much to take him out... but this was not any other person. It was Doom, and Doom did not settle for "there's always next year". With fury, he slammed his fist against the arm of his chair, nearly breaking it. He still had Latveria, and he always would, but the plan to extend his tendrils of power had... failed.
Doom had failed.
Rage swept over Victor. Rage and resentment for the individuals who had interfered... those responsible for the temporary delay in his conquest.
Temporary.... yesssss. A thin smirk came across Doom's face. This was only temporary. Sooner or later, Doom would be the victor. It was inevitable.
But first things first, Victor thought with a vengeful smile.
The Thing. Johnny Storm. Thor. Nick Fury. Tony Stark. Photon. Daredevil. Deadpool. Captain America. Stephen Strange. Cyclops and the rest of his bandit X-Men. One by one he would hunt them. One by one he would tear them apart, limb from limb. Just as they tore his empire apart.
Doom rose from his chair and made his way to the command center of his warehouse. There were many issues on the agenda... he had to restore order to his fractured country, and bring Latveria back from the brink of destruction. But then again...
first things first...
( THE END UNTIL SEASON 2)
IC: Dark. Cold... static. An empty warehouse somewhere in the wilderness of Latveria.
The backyard of Dr. Victor Von Doom.
The movement had been... defeated. The mere thought made Doom quiver with disgust and dissapointment as he sat in pitch black, face rested in his palm. But Doom was an intelligent man... and he was not delusional.
He had been beat.
Oh, it took the combined forces of nearly every possible hero and government organization in the world to even attempt to halt his efforts... but piece by piece, the empire he had built had dwindled farther and farther from his grasp. He had seen, conquered, and lost. After being nearly beaten to death by Thor, injuries which he still suffered from... he had not been able to maintain command and control over his forces, which crumbled under the might of SHIELD, Stark Industries, and the FF/Avengers amalgamation. Add in Dr. Strange and the X-Men... and it was too much for even the great Victor Von Doom to handle.
He had been beat. Plain and simple.
Any other person would take some sort of solice or comfort in the fact that it had taken so much to take him out... but this was not any other person. It was Doom, and Doom did not settle for "there's always next year". With fury, he slammed his fist against the arm of his chair, nearly breaking it. He still had Latveria, and he always would, but the plan to extend his tendrils of power had... failed.
Doom had failed.
Rage swept over Victor. Rage and resentment for the individuals who had interfered... those responsible for the temporary delay in his conquest.
Temporary.... yesssss. A thin smirk came across Doom's face. This was only temporary. Sooner or later, Doom would be the victor. It was inevitable.
But first things first, Victor thought with a vengeful smile.
The Thing. Johnny Storm. Thor. Nick Fury. Tony Stark. Photon. Daredevil. Deadpool. Captain America. Stephen Strange. Cyclops and the rest of his bandit X-Men. One by one he would hunt them. One by one he would tear them apart, limb from limb. Just as they tore his empire apart.
Doom rose from his chair and made his way to the command center of his warehouse. There were many issues on the agenda... he had to restore order to his fractured country, and bring Latveria back from the brink of destruction. But then again...
first things first...
( THE END UNTIL SEASON 2)
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