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Post by Winter Soldier on Oct 27, 2007 12:35:32 GMT -5
Applying for Iron Fist
Crane stance. Ram's head Blow. Crescent Kick. Leopard Paw Blow. Tiger Claw Strike. Dragon Kick.
The moves came easily to Iron Fist, the names echoing lightly through his head as he laid strike after strike on his assailants. The man was surrounded by numerous Hydra agents. Twenty, he had counted. Give or take a few. Yet despite being surrounded by heavily-armed Hydra men, Danny Rand kept his cool. He'd played through fights like this almost all his life. This was just another typical fight for him. Just go through the usual motions. Things would work out easy enough from there.
And unsurprisingly, they did. Well-armed though the Hydra men were, they were untrained, thinking their numbers and weaponry could easily take down the single unarmed fighter in green. How wrong they were. Iron Fist needed no weapon. He was the living weapon of the mystic city K'un-Lun. The Immortal Iron Fist.
To him, this was not a challenge. This was just a game.
The Hydra agents seemed to be realizing this by now, as another well-placed Crescent Kick disarmed one man and downed the eighth man in less than two minutes. The cries of "Hail Hydra!" were becoming higher-pitched, more frantic. And still Iron Fist kept his flowing even rhythm of blows, his attacks far more graceful and fluid than most any fighter.
Golden Star Gouge. Burning Dove Chop. Palm of Forty Sorrows.
Finally the Hydra agents gave up. Those still standing finally threw down their weapons and scattered, leaving their groaning, fallen comrades behind. Danny Rand also stopped, yet he did not give chase. It wouldn't be fair for them. The men were obviously raw untrained recruits, and he knew that each blow probably struck even harder at their faith in Hydra. He would let them go.
After all, with their return and tale of defeat, he would have also conveyed a new message to the Hydra agents seeping on New York. Iron Fist did not take kindly to crazed fanatic organizations on his streets. They would have to think twice before raiding his neighborhoods again.
or they'd some bigger, tougher guys in. Whichever. Truth be told, Danny didn't much care. It'd just be another fight for him... though probably next time they'd fight better than this last batch...
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 12:36:38 GMT -5
~The Now~
As the gun was pressed to his temple, Matt thinks That wasn't right what they did to Ned. His life was crap. They could have at least let him eat his sandwich. The Ned he mentally referring to was a short rotuned man who laid beside him with blood trickling down from the hole in the center of his head. Behind him, on the far wall, his brain matter has spilled in a flower pattern and dripped down. He wore a yellow shirt which said " Malemar " on it. Matt wasn't sure what that meant, but he hadn't realized it was on his shirt to begin with.
Still, he said was he shuffled in his bindings, the glass that had exploded and embedded in his forearm scraped inside the skin and burned up and down his arms.
" Was this what you wanted? " He said with an almost unconvinced shrug and thingyed the hammer back. Matt heard the shifted metal as the bullet slipped sideways into the chamber.
" Is this really what you wanted? "
~The Then~
When it rained over Clinton, Matt could pretend that he had sight. With each raindrop creating it's own natural precussion, Matt's mind locked onto the form that the soundwaves passed over and allowed him to visualized the scapes. Usually, much of the details would be lost, but when it rained...when it rained he could see the little nooks that made things more than just square blocks in his mind. He could see the forms in the street and the rough texture of each building. The cracks in the mortors around him. Matt closed his eyes. He focused only on the details. He listened to the rain fall, each forming their own little echo and felt the pressure dropped. He tasted the moisture on his lip moments before the downpour began. He sucked in the water thorough his nose. For once in a long time he knew it would be a good night.
As the rain began to fall, he ran. Legs pumped forward, starting at a jog before growing to a trot and as he move closer to the roof's edge, into a pronounced gallop. His stride never breaking, not even as the omenous ledge closed in on his shin, Matt simply hopped. Arms spread, he leaped almost gleefully into the air. Seconds ticked away in beats of hard rain falling thorough the canyons of concrete. Matt envisioned the ground getting closer as a smile brimed and broke thorough his face. Milla wouldn't understand. How could?, he wondered. A pang of guilt passed thorough him. He chastized himself for that thought, swung his head underneath his legs in that moment, grasped a club from his sheath and raised it up high over his head. He pushed in the quiet trigger, heard the tiny pop of the gas propelled grapnel. The line cut thorough the air with a swoosh crashing into droplets of rain as it sail thorough the air. The red steel cable grew taut and as his free fall ended he kicked his legs forward and spun up completing the arch with a somersault towards the nearest concrete rooftop. Without hesitation, his form snapped back the cable as he landed and pumped his muscular legs across the black top. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury Rogue took a deep shaky breath and slowly opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom at Xaviers. There was nothing to fear. Everything was fine. Everything was good. She rolled out of bed and flipped her long hair out of her face. Ever since she'd permanently absorbed Sunfire, she's had nightmares. Not the Carol's going to rip your soul apart kind. Instead, she woke up every night feeling intense phantom pains. Like Deathstrike's claws were ripping into her legs and severing them. She stared down at her knees fighting the urge to touch them and make sure that they were still there. On the one hand, any nightmares were preferrable to being alone in her mind and having to use her powers constantly to get that satisfied high of absorbing other "souls". On the other, having a depressed, acerbic Shiro in your head was no picnic. At least he wasn't Carol. Rogue stood up and started getting her uniform ready. She had a training session with the X-Men this morning. She was a little leery of facing Wolverine. He seemed to know. He'd asked her, "How could you let that happen again?" She'd brushed it off. But the truth was - she'd needed it to happen. She could function now without grabbing at the skin of strangers all the time. Rogue pulled her hair in a ponytail and went to find some coffee. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 12:39:03 GMT -5
Applying for Iron FistCrane stance. Ram's head Blow. Crescent Kick. Leopard Paw Blow. Tiger Claw Strike. Dragon Kick. The moves came easily to Iron Fist, the names echoing lightly through his head as he laid strike after strike on his assailants. The man was surrounded by numerous Hydra agents. Twenty, he had counted. Give or take a few. Yet despite being surrounded by heavily-armed Hydra men, Danny Rand kept his cool. He'd played through fights like this almost all his life. This was just another typical fight for him. Just go through the usual motions. Things would work out easy enough from there. And unsurprisingly, they did. Well-armed though the Hydra men were, they were untrained, thinking their numbers and weaponry could easily take down the single unarmed fighter in green. How wrong they were. Iron Fist needed no weapon. He was the living weapon of the mystic city K'un-Lun. The Immortal Iron Fist. To him, this was not a challenge. This was just a game. The Hydra agents seemed to be realizing this by now, as another well-placed Crescent Kick disarmed one man and downed the eighth man in less than two minutes. The cries of "Hail Hydra!" were becoming higher-pitched, more frantic. And still Iron Fist kept his flowing even rhythm of blows, his attacks far more graceful and fluid than most any fighter. Golden Star Gouge. Burning Dove Chop. Palm of Forty Sorrows. Finally the Hydra agents gave up. Those still standing finally threw down their weapons and scattered, leaving their groaning, fallen comrades behind. Danny Rand also stopped, yet he did not give chase. It wouldn't be fair for them. The men were obviously raw untrained recruits, and he knew that each blow probably struck even harder at their faith in Hydra. He would let them go. After all, with their return and tale of defeat, he would have also conveyed a new message to the Hydra agents seeping on New York. Iron Fist did not take kindly to crazed fanatic organizations on his streets. They would have to think twice before raiding his neighborhoods again. or they'd some bigger, tougher guys in. Whichever. Truth be told, Danny didn't much care. It'd just be another fight for him... though probably next time they'd fight better than this last batch... Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 12:46:50 GMT -5
He sat on the chair with the edge of he seat facing behind him, arms atop of the upper back support as he looked up at Vincient, who's could only stare back with that pitiful look of his swollen discolored left eye. " We're gonna talk about this. " Maximilian said with his voice slip sharp. " We're going to talk about you and me. " He nodded over to the shadows and waited as the hard slap of fist connecting to tender flesh passed, it's echo ringing out from it's epicenter to leap and die at the fours of the room. Max said " There is a time, Vincent. There is a time and a place for everything. " He flipped the thread of black hair from his face. " Everyone knew that, Vince. Everyone in the group knew that except you. " " And now look at what it caused us. " Vincent muttered something thorough his crack, broken mouth and dribbled blood on the floor. Max hated that because it was DNA and mother!@$#s now with the CSI bull!@#$ could track you down by a thread found in a carpet. They could send you on a one way trip to the injection booth for !@#$ing DNA. He sighed and stood up, freeing from the chest pocket of his double breasted black suit jacket a hankerchief. Sensible hand made italian loafers clicked as the heel landed on the gray concrete floor. He knewl next to the blood and lid the white cloth atop of it, watching as the red spot spread out like the echos of the wet slapping sound as another blow landed on Vincent's melon. Vincent let out a low whine and sputtered. Max looked up at Hangman. Hangman looked back at Max. Max turned to Vincent and tossed Hangman the hankerchief. " You've cost us, Vince. I'm sorry...." He said, actually sympathetic. " But we both know I don't have a choice. " His hand went inside of the black double breasted suit jacket. Vincent shivered as he began to cry. The annoying rattle of the legs came as the shivers work down the back of the chair, around his tied wrist. Max pressed the cool chrome barrel to his forehead. Without looking away, he said to Hangman " Tell Digger we don't have a fresh one this week. " and gently squeezed the trigger. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by Jean on Oct 27, 2007 14:29:53 GMT -5
Applying for Jean Grey
Jean ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She finished the page in front of her and then made a quick mark in read and flipped the paper over onto the others. She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her face with a groan. Papers. Way too many papers. She had promised to get through them all by the weekend so they could be edited and put into the proposal on Monday. Glancing at the clock, she'd worked through breakfast and lunch. Almost as if on cue her stomach protested and she frowned down at it as if it had betrayed her. "Oh all right. A break sounds good anyway." She said to herself and stood, her hands to her lower back she stretched and walked to the window. A soft smile graced her face as she watched. Scott had taken a break from washing his car to play outside with a few of the students. Shaking her head she headed for the kitchen. She wished she could spend a little time outside, it seemed like a nice day. The kitchen was a mess, and she froze in the doorway. Seemed the kids outside had gotten hungry for lunch but didn't want to spend much time away from the game going on in the gardens. Sighing she moved to the cupboard and started putting the dirty dishes in the sink and the food away. Almost as second nature she used her powers to open and close things, rather then getting a stool. It was nice to not have to be careful, to be able to just be herself. Humming a bit she started heating up a bowl of noodles as she cleaned, oblivious to anything else in the room. Especially to someone who could make themselves almost silent. Closing a cupboard she turned and gasped dropped the bowl. "Logan! I didn't hear you." Recovering quickly she smiled and cleaned up the spill and took care of the rag before leaning back against the counter and crossing her arms over her chest. To the side the remaining noodles were being lifted to another bowl for her. "Not interested in the game of tag football outside?" She teased.
More a monologue, below is a sample I did for another site that requires some fighting also
Jean paced outside of the room. She knew she shouldn't be nervous but she was. Finally growling at herself under her breath she closed her eyes and fisted her hands at her sides. She took a large breath and let it go, letting her hands go loose at her sides and smiling. She slowly opened her eyes and felt instantly better. A small frown creased her brows and she turned her head to the side then smiled a true smile. "Storm. Sneaking up on me?"
Storm smiled and came farther in the room. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door jam. "Who me? Wouldn't dream of it. Are you still worried about this? Because you don't have to do it you know. Any one of us can go."
Jean waved her away with an absent gesture then moved behind the desk and started putting papers in order. *Sure any of us could. But he asked ME. How can I back out now?* She got the files in order then smiled at Storm as she sat down. "Oh be honest, not one of you wants to do this either. It's only a couple of hours really. And it's not as if I'm unprepared." She went through the drawers to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything and then stood up to head out. "See, all ready!" Her smile faded as she heard a crash and someone yelling. She dropped the files and rushed out almost neck and neck with Storm as she muttered under her breath. "Well, that will teach me to speak too soon." The two women rushed down the hall towards the noise running into some of the younger, middle aged students who were frantically explaining a break in at the danger room. Students trying to prove themselves and forgetting about the safety measures. Quickly dismissing the children to find Scott and the others she and Storm entered the danger room. They had only a moment to see what was going on and their faces set they nodded to each other. Storm took off for the air. Jean headed straight up the middle grabbing one of the students around the waist as she did so and pulling him in with her to the others. "Get down now! You three stay here and together. You dont' move until we come and get you, understood?" She gave them only a brief moment before she turned and looked for Storm, seeing her attack from the sky she smiled to herself. They only had to keep them going until the others shut things down or until they took out all the enemies. Hopping over the large beam the kids were sheltered behind she kicked off the dress shoes she'd been wearing and smacked her fist into the face of one of the generated soldiers. As he faltered she sent a mental bolt at another. He faded out of existence as he hit the ground and Storm landed near her changing to a physical attack. "How long you think you can keep this up?" She nearly grunted the last word as she kicked out at the soldier. Jean smiled as she did a quick sweep kick of the legs. "Long enough to get out of the speech?" Storm laughed and threw one of the last soldiers over her shoulder and away from the kids hiding place. "You wish! You'll still have time to shower and change." Jean grunted as she clipped the last guard and put her foot to his throat. "And leave you to the 'you should know better' speech? Not on your life."
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 14:31:54 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by tobymacfreak on Oct 27, 2007 14:47:00 GMT -5
Audition for x-man
X-man walked along the sidewalks of New york city. He had everything planned out perfectly. Nothing could go wrong now. He walked into the bank. A twisted grinned formed on x-mans face. In a few minutes this bank would be gone. All people would be out and x-man would be walking out with tons of money. "EVERYBODY DON'T MOVE! This is a robbery!" Lucky for him a group of cops marched in the bank. X-man ripped of the door of the bank and hit the police with it. They fell to the ground hurt. But hurt wasn't what x-man wanted. He wanted to kill. He lifted up the cops guns and pulled the triggers. The cops did not move. Perfect. "Now everyone up against the wall or i will shoot you!" Everyone moved up against the wall. "Now. Does anyone have a match?" A man slowly raised his hand. "Give it to me!" The man stepped forward nervously, and gave it to x-man. X-man took the matches and punched the man in the face sending him back to the wall. x-man said one more thing. "Now does anyone have a lighter?" Someone did. X-man just lifted it from someones pocket and took it. "Now i am going to set this place on fire! Get out now!" X-man set the match on fire and threw it on the ground. Fire started to form. People ran out of the building screaming. His planned had worked. Now he needed to get the money before the fire started to spread. He lifted the bank vault and threw it against the wall, he took his bag and started shoving money in it. Victory is mine.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 27, 2007 14:51:52 GMT -5
Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by jean on Oct 27, 2007 18:41:23 GMT -5
((Like how you did this))
Sample post for Ms. Marvel:
Ms. Marvel walked down the hall of her apartment and turned the corner as she looked out the window that sat in the wall. Why does it have to be rainy today? She asked herself this as she saw the rain drops slide down the window. Although she really didn't want to fly in this kind of weather, Ms. Marvel had to go see what was going on in the sewer. She had heard on T.V that someone had gone down to look at the pipes and never came out. So, Carol was dragging herself down to the sewer to have a look in side. She looked through the window one last time and started to walk. Carol opened the door to the stairs that led to the top of the building and started to run up them. Carol looked back to see the door shut and then hoped into the air and staid there. She then started to move forward and at last she flew through the door and was on top of the wet roof. "Well, this is nice." Carol flew into the sky and started on her way to the sewer strand that the man had gone into.
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Post by Hercules on Oct 28, 2007 1:47:44 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]HERCULES[/glow]
Sample RP: Mighty Hercules sat before the round table that was the meeting table of these great heroes he so enjoyed working for, and with, safeguarding the world and all those in it. As he had seen the heroes do, what they in fact did, fighting amongst each other for their beliefs or lack of belief in the Super Hero Registration act. Although Hercules though the argument was in itself pithy and certainly not worthy of them taking up arms against one another, the fact that they seemed willing to do so might have in and of itself been telling of how far the heroes, his friends, his comrades, had fallen.
He found himself thinking of better days, of days of old, the sound of gulls, the light mist of sea air, the sound and feel of waves crashing against the aft of the Argo. As he heard his name being called he looked to his friend Jason, who's long blonde hair blew in the wind and he spoke again
Hercules....Hercules! Hercules! as the man started to shake him a bit. He realized then as he saw the violet skinned face, and dark haired form of the Shi'ar woman Deathcry, shaking him, and looking to him in the manner and way Jason had but seconds ago, to his embarrassment and chagrin he had been day dreaming the entire time. He felt his face flush with a good bit of embarrassment as he came to this realization.
As he looked to the other warriors and heroes in the room now awaiting his input he cleared his throat then with a low groan in his voice and spoke "I'm sorry guys, my mind was elsewhere." He looked to the other heroes who rather than looking at him scorningly a few gave a laugh and a smirk. He'd not meant to break the tension that had apparently built in the room, but he had, worse things could happen, that was for certain.
The strongest man in the world let out a jovial belly laugh himself then as well. Perhaps things weren't as bad as he'd thought them out to be, perhaps earth's heroes hadn't forgotten how to be heroes after all.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 28, 2007 5:08:35 GMT -5
((Like how you did this)) Sample post for Ms. Marvel: Ms. Marvel walked down the hall of her apartment and turned the corner as she looked out the window that sat in the wall. Why does it have to be rainy today? She asked herself this as she saw the rain drops slide down the window. Although she really didn't want to fly in this kind of weather, Ms. Marvel had to go see what was going on in the sewer. She had heard on T.V that someone had gone down to look at the pipes and never came out. So, Carol was dragging herself down to the sewer to have a look in side. She looked through the window one last time and started to walk. Carol opened the door to the stairs that led to the top of the building and started to run up them. Carol looked back to see the door shut and then hoped into the air and staid there. She then started to move forward and at last she flew through the door and was on top of the wet roof. "Well, this is nice." Carol flew into the sky and started on her way to the sewer strand that the man had gone into. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury [glow=red,2,300]HERCULES[/glow] Sample RP: Mighty Hercules sat before the round table that was the meeting table of these great heroes he so enjoyed working for, and with, safeguarding the world and all those in it. As he had seen the heroes do, what they in fact did, fighting amongst each other for their beliefs or lack of belief in the Super Hero Registration act. Although Hercules though the argument was in itself pithy and certainly not worthy of them taking up arms against one another, the fact that they seemed willing to do so might have in and of itself been telling of how far the heroes, his friends, his comrades, had fallen. He found himself thinking of better days, of days of old, the sound of gulls, the light mist of sea air, the sound and feel of waves crashing against the aft of the Argo. As he heard his name being called he looked to his friend Jason, who's long blonde hair blew in the wind and he spoke again Hercules....Hercules! Hercules! as the man started to shake him a bit. He realized then as he saw the violet skinned face, and dark haired form of the Shi'ar woman Deathcry, shaking him, and looking to him in the manner and way Jason had but seconds ago, to his embarrassment and chagrin he had been day dreaming the entire time. He felt his face flush with a good bit of embarrassment as he came to this realization. As he looked to the other warriors and heroes in the room now awaiting his input he cleared his throat then with a low groan in his voice and spoke "I'm sorry guys, my mind was elsewhere." He looked to the other heroes who rather than looking at him scorningly a few gave a laugh and a smirk. He'd not meant to break the tension that had apparently built in the room, but he had, worse things could happen, that was for certain. The strongest man in the world let out a jovial belly laugh himself then as well. Perhaps things weren't as bad as he'd thought them out to be, perhaps earth's heroes hadn't forgotten how to be heroes after all. Just so you know this site takes place before House of M and Civil War. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by jean on Oct 28, 2007 16:08:24 GMT -5
((Still like how you did this))
Sample post for Shadowcat:
Kitty Pryde walked down the hall of the mansion that she lived at. Her and the other teens that lived there had just got done with a session in the danger room and now had to go to a session with Logan. Kitty walked down the stairs of the big place that she called home. As Kitty looked out the door that she was walking out of she saw a man run through the lawn that sat in front of her with a bag in his hand. Kitty noticed the face of the man from somewhere. And then she found out who it was. It was one of the Brotherhood. His name was Toad. Kitty opened the door and yelled to the thing on the lawn as she ran up to it. "Hey Toad. Why are you in our lawn and what do you have in your hands?" Kitty looked to see Toad look back and jump away from the teen girl. Kitty ran toward him and he jumped over the wall that led to the forest that covered most of the property. Kitty used her phasing powers and ran through the wall to fined Toad was nowhere to be seen. Kitty phased back through the wall and ran inside to tell the Professor what she had saw.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 28, 2007 16:12:43 GMT -5
Hmm do I sense a resemblance to an episode of X-Men: Evolution. Approved ~ Colonel Nick Fury
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Post by jean on Oct 28, 2007 16:17:41 GMT -5
Yes you do.
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Post by Colonel Nick Fury on Oct 28, 2007 16:28:45 GMT -5
Thought so.
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