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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 12:45 pm
((... Ohshizz. That's all I can say. *holds up a board with "10/10" scribbled on it*)) All Sarah could say at this point was: "Jesus Christ on a cracker..." Whoever this guy was, he could beat her handily in a free-running contest, she was sure of that. Either that, or he wasn't exactly human to be able to grab onto those telephone wires like he did. Who the Hell did this guy think he was? Effing Tarzan or something?! And then she realized that he had gotten much closer to her own position within the space of a few seconds. No ordinary human could do that... And then a thought hit her: This guy would be very useful for helping herself and Sabertooth.
Without much further thought, Sarah put her binoculars back in her utility belt and proceeding to quickly get down from the apartment building she was on, gracefully hopping from one window ledge to another, being amazingly light on her feet to those that were not experienced with le parkour, and she landed lightly on the ground before sauntering over to this new guy, going into full-on "seductress" mode: a lazy, titillating strut that showed off the sway of her hips, and a relaxed, beautiful smile. She didn't even seem to care that she was in uniform. It wasn't like anyone would know who she was.
"Hey there!" she called out to him. "Nice moves. You practice parkour?" she asked, and she moved up to the vendor. She wasn't really hungry, so she just put an elbow on the vendor's stall and leaned on it, smirking up at Tarzan and unashamedly looking him up and down.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:13 pm
Dr. Jones took the bag of fruits and vegetables from the vendor, and peeled a banana, before noticing that there was someone next to him. That's strange, usually his mutation would make him aware that she was behind him at least five hundred feet. Looks like that run did actually take a lot out of him. He turned to her and blinked, a black skin suit in the middle of the day? Then again, he did practically swung through the jungles of New York, so he really shouldn't be talking. He blinked once or twice, trying to figure out what's going on, before it finally sunk in. Crap, someone saw...well he knew that someone was bound to see, but still! It's New-freaking-York! No one gives a crap about anything there unless it affected them in some way! Nevertheless he shouldn't keep a lady from answers.
"Actually, gymnastics. I've been in gymnastics for quite sometimes." Technically it wasn't a lie, he practice gymnastic since he was seven with his sister back in Egypt, but it was far from the truth. Hopefully she wouldn't ponder on it too much - hold on a second...is she checking him out? Not that it hasn't happened, but it's just...now? Call him a narcissist, but he's getting sick and tired of being checked out just for his looks. Just wait until she figures out that he's a mutant, she'll probably stay away from him like a disease.
He took a bite out of his banana, meticulously chewing it into mush as he politely finished the food in his mouth before speaking again, "From the way your quadriceps, hamstrings, calves and your gluteus Maximus is being beautifully shown, as well as the lack of adipose tissue in most of your abdominal structure, your very athletic for someone of your age group."
Two can play at that game, but least he'll make it sound intellectual and vague.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:24 pm
Sarah just grinned. "Why thank you," she said. "I may not be the smartest girl in the world, but at least I understood what the Hell you just said; so thank you. I've worked for about five years to get my body conditioned this way," she said. "Constant workouts and a careful diet do that for a girl. Hey listen..." she said, and then she hooked an arm around Josh's neck and pulled him downward, almost in a headlock, and she led him away from the vendor.
"Got a proposition for you, stranger," she said to him in a low voice. "Me and a partner are gonna try and save a few lives today; or at least protect them. You don't look like the dishonest sort, so if you don't mind me askin': You in? We might be able to use acrobatics like yours, and seeing as how you survived all of what you just did, you're not human, so that means you've got abilities the guys we might be fighting against won't expect."
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:36 pm
Damn it, she saw through his ruse. Oh well, it was fun till it lasted. He was going to take another bite out of his banana, only to drop it on the ground, as she pulled him away from the stall. Leaving his bag of fruits behind as well. That's not good, he spent almost thirty dollars on that, better get this over with so that he can get it back and enjoy his lunch peacefully...well, peacefully until a Sentinel attacks him again. Luckily for him though, he's prepared this time around.
Dr. Jones slowly pulled himself out of the headlock as he listened to her proposition. Save a few lives? Protection? Fighting? Oh boy, this was going way too fast...well, he really doesn't have much of a choice. Well actually he does have the chance to walk away, but then what does he do after that? He's not in San Francisco, his medical licenses have probably been revoked cause he's a mutant, and...well there's really nothing else to do except to just walk around.
Dr. Jones pulled her into a discreet alley way before he crossed his arms and leaned onto a wall.
"Who are they? What do they do? Where do we take them? When do you want me to meet the rest?" The four W's, the fifth one is nonexistent unless the person doesn't explain why they want the particular individual to protect them. Joshua is in, but he needs some info to work with her. It's like prepping for a surgery, he needs some diagnosis as well as some consult to review the case before he knows what the hell he's going to do...that and as well as needing the patient's consent to do what he needs to do to save a life.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 1:50 pm
"Well, this new partner of mine is called 'Sabertooth', but he's not... well, the Sabertooth everyone knows. To put it bluntly, several universes were just thrown together some months back. There's different variations of the same people running around. The... I guess 'normal' Sabertooth is a psychopath that loves killing, but the one I met is a good guy actually. He's a metahuman-- er, I guess you'd say 'mutant'-- like you. He was mistaken for the 'real' Sabertooth and was asked to protect the wife and son of a Mob boss."
Sarah leaned against the opposite wall, and said: "As for me, my alias is 'Black Dove'. I'm a vigilante here in New York and... well, I despise the Mob with a passion. But I'm working with Sabertooth here because I would never forgive myself if my hatred of the Mafia got in the way of what was right."
Really, Sarah was not a clean-cut hero. She didn't don the catsuit and become a vigilante for the sake of saving others; she did it to get back at the Mob who had effectively come close to driving her insane after she had her legs broken. Saving people wasn't exactly a big priority for her when she had started out. But even she knew when to put that hatred aside.((Okay, and now we wait for Rosie and Skuld... don't want them to get upset...))
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:04 pm
Oncaro ((Okay, and now we wait for Rosie and Skuld... don't want them to get upset...)) ((We could just talk right? I mean it's not like we're going to do something drastic right?)) Once the name "Sabertooth" was launched out, the good doctor instantly froze. Wolverine's arch-nemesis? The psychopath that loves to murder just because? The mutant that makes other mutants look under their bed for the boogyman known as Sabertooth? That Sabertooth? Suddenly Dr. Jones was having second thoughts on the situation. Luckily the girl saw his reaction and quickly explained that it wasn't the original Sabertooth that he knew, which made Joshua relax a bit.
Now things grew a lot more stranger for the doctor as the woman went into detail about several different universes were mashed together like a cocktail and now they have this situational crisis...huh, now that he thought about it, it would make sense that most of the people would ignore an acrobatic blond swinging through New York City as if it was a norm. They probably have a lot of those heroes doing it everyday or something.
Well, at least he won't have to worry about his life being in jeopardy for being a mutant. Dr. Jones listened to the situation...and couldn't help but to chuckle a bit. Sabertooth? Protecting a wife and a son? If that actually happened in his world then everyone would realize that the apocalypse had rained down upon them. Dr. Jones listened on to her ramble, introducing herself as the 'Black Dove'. How fitting, especially with the costume she has on. She explained her reasons...and Joshua couldn't help but to reach out and give a comforting pat on the shoulders.
"Emanuel Swedenborg said this one in his novel. He said that 'kindness is an inner desire that makes us want to do good things even if we do not get anything in return. It is the joy of our life to do them. When we do good things from this inner desire, there is kindness in everything we think, say, want and do.'" Dear lord, Josh felt old when he said that.
"I-I guess what I'm trying to say here is that...no matter what actions we do in our life, we will bring some good to the situation." He scratched his head. "Me an Sabertooth, we had a little tussle back in San Francisco, but I'll be damned if I didn't help you guys out. Count me in." Dr. Jones grinned. "My name is Dr. Joshua Jones, a week old mutant, who goes by the name..." here, he paused an sighed.
The name that he was given was just...embarrassing. It was given to him by Knightcrawler when he rescued the doctor from being crushed underneath a pile of rubble, and off handedly mentioned how he and Tarzan look so freaking identical, from hair to body to ability. After that, for some odd reason, San Francisco had some kind of networking system of gossip because soon everyone began to call him that name. Hell even Magneto called him that! With a defeated sigh he mumbled out his codename, "...Tarzan..."
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 10:30 pm
((They have lives, man. Rosie for example lives in an area with very little Internet access, so she can only get on a few times a week for a few hours. Skuld's also rather busy herself. And people getting ahead of her and causing her to lose her place in a story is precisely why Rosie implemented the new posting rules. Besides that, it's generally polite to wait-- and no, talking between characters isn't a free action, even though in the RP itself, it takes place within a short amount of time. It still counts as something Rosie and Skuld will need to read through, and we've gone far enough for now.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:33 am
[[ENTER NEW YORK CITY
Daredevil swings himself in a graceful arc away from Avenger's Mansion and toward the nearby buildings. He lands on a nearby roof in a rolling crouch position.
This is what I needed..., the boy from Hell's Kitchen thinks to himself as he stands facing his city. He isn't too high up, but even from here, his senses are alive. New York was singing to Matt Murdock.
Taste
A floor below him a man was cooking shrimp tempura
Touch
He felt the night air around him drop a degree or two. Perhaps, rain later? he mused.
Smell
Two blocks away hot, acrid smelling antifreeze drips from a busted car
Sound
In a nearby park, a swing's chain screams for oil
Sight
The sound waves bounced too and fro in front of Matt's shining, but milky eyes. His radar vision painted a beautiful picture of the city to him. He starts to hone and focus his highly trained senses. There!, he thinks as he finds the objective of his focus. A gargoyle on a nearby medium sized building, near street level. Perfect vantage point, the devil thinks as he breaks into a run.
He swan dives off the building and fires his cane line onto a near by fire escape. He thumbs the retract button twice, which fires the hero into the air toward the gargoyle. Who'd have webs?, Murdock thinks with a chuckle.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 1:56 pm
The sounds of the city and her inhabitants pinged and rang to Daredevil and he crouched on his perch, ever vigilant. He learned very early on to recognize certain phrases and sounds to alert himself to danger. Even though the city sang now, it didn't mean that at any point it wouldn't start to scream.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 11:14 pm
The noise had started to run together for Matt Murdock.
He has sat atop his granite perch for hours now and not a single heartbeat spiking in terror or any shrill shrieks of protest. Why did I even leave the Mansion, he thought bitterly. I could have at LEAST knocked around the heavy bag there.. Daredevil uncoiled his legs and stood upright and surefooted on the gargoyle. He rotated his neck and heard a chorus of snaps and crackles. "Yeesh", he hissed through gritted teeth.
There was nothing he hated more than wasted time. He drew his line launcher billy club and took aim...
AHHHHhhhhHHH! GETAWAYFROMME!, came piercing from a nearby park. Matt snapped to attention and honed his radar. Four blocks north. Colan Park. Four assailants, medium to heavy builds. One female, her heart is about to beat out of her chest! Daredevil smirked as he front flipped off the gargoyle and thumbed the button on his club to swing into action.
Patience is it's own reward...
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 12:26 am
Daredevil swung in wide, graceful arc around the corner and landed gingerly and silently onto a dead street lamp over looking one of Colan Park's many bike paths. It's out street lamps just like this one that contributes to crimes exactly like the one Matt was "seeing" at this very moment.
His sense honed in on the disgusting display. The three men were panting...reeking of sweat, cheap drugs, and even cheaper drugs and inching forward with malice on their minds and vile curses on there tongues. The woman was whimpering. Matt detected the tinkling of gold around her neck. He cocked his head and focused. A cross. She was praying and pleading.
This ends now, The Man Without Fear seethed as he crouched to strike.
He allowed them two more steps, and then Matt lunged forward. Aimed like a missile toward the center goon. He would deal with the two presently, but Matt needed to send a message.
*KWAM!*
Daredevil sailed passed the trembling girl and caught the punk the midsection. He felt the air escape the goon as they skidded forward down the bike path and bounced on the bricked path to a stop. Daredevil shoved himself to his feet and drew his billy clubs. The goon started to stir and sit up, "gah..whasma..., the thug started to mumble.
*THOK!*, Matt caught him square in the temple with his club. He wasn't taking any chances. As the goon slumped to the path, Matt turned and widened his field of "vision". He heard Toms hitting the pavement heading in the opposite direction. Smart girl, he thought with a smile Run while they are distracted by the nut in tights, who should be losing the element of surprise right about..... Matt was right. His furious first attack had given them pause, but the flank was regrouped and attacking.
The one to the left had broken into a run and was quickly closing the gap between himself and Ol' Hornhead and the second was fumbling at a quite large hip holster. The rustle of leather against gun metal perked Murdock's ears.
"Right...", he growled. He had been waiting for this. Simple. Direct. Justice. He whipped his slender billy full force forward.
*CRTSHHH!*. The impact against the teeth and the clattering of shards were music to Matt's ears. As the goon fell foward, Matt delivered a crushing blow to the stomach. He straightened and started forward to the goon, now frantically trying to free his weapon.
"Pathetic...", he hissed as he brought his cane topped billy up and then down, with a thundering *CRACK!* too the goon's head.
The Man Without Fear turned toward the darkness of the inner park.
"Hardly worth getting down off my gargoyle for..., he mused to the night air.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 9:49 am
Mourning Dove World's Most Interesting (as in insane) Mercenary
And here we go again..
MD: What's that supposed to mean? (Enter Mourning Dove from Avegenger's Mansion!) A flash! Then blue a white smoke! Ta-dah! A blue and white ninja with long dark hair and bright green eyes was now standing front and center in a New York... wherever we are in New York right now... She had her arms high in tha air, her eyes closed, faceing forward, and she was obviosly grinning through her lower-faced mask. "The fun has ariived!" She grabbed her swords and fell into a fighting position. "Ok, where's the action?" She asked, what seemed like no one... But she was really talking to Daredevil, 4-woman, Tarzan, and whoever else happened to involved in this right now. "Just rember: Humpty Dumty sat on wall.. No one knows what he was really doing up there in the first place.."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 12:42 pm
((Enough posting in this thread for now. There's more people in this thread than just you, and continually posting when they are not is considered rude and against the rules. This just adds up to more stuff they have to read before they post. Me and Nico have been waiting on Rosie and Skuld; that's why we haven't posted. Rosie (the Captain) has gotten tired of people getting ahead of her in threads, and she's taken measures to keep that from happening.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 6:00 pm
((My apologies, guy. I was just waiting on someone to chime in. If I need to delete some of them, I will))
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