Marvel, Rebirth:

[Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo]

IC: U! Julia

 

Julia hopped on the bike.

 

"Where we going?"

[Ichthys]

COMIC POST:

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!!

Edited November 26, 2014 by Ichthys

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

During her 402-day reign as the only woman to see the inside of his bedroom, Lacey had come to the realization that Alaric Carlisle's entire flat was, in itself, a Noah's Ark of the 1990s - muted cartoons, old whiskey, an overabundance of Lollapalooza posters, pancakes three times a week, and two of every Weezer album. She in no way had found a way to incorporate these things into one on her first vacation day in four months.

 

In no way.

 

...

 

No way.

 

...

 

No.

 

...

 

"WOO-EE-OO I LOOK JUST LIKE BUDDY HOLLY!

OH-OH, AND YOU'RE MARY TYLER MOORE!

I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT US ANYWAY!

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAAAAAAAT"

 

Lacey waved a bottle of bourbon in her air like a protest sign, sending Maker's Mark splashing from the neck of the bottle onto her hand and forearm. Briefly, she realized that she was a little drunk. A little too drunk. Alaric had called her saying there had been an accident, Lynae had been in a wreck, her body was nowhere to be found, call her and all her people, see if she had ended up somewhere, and if not, start searching for anything she could on some tattoo and alternate planes of reality, and that he'd be back later after checking things out. She had done so, diligently, for about fifteen minutes before she realized he'd said he'd be back later. Later.

 

How much later?

 

Lacey called in sick of rich-man's-bourbonitis two minutes later. She had yet to seek treatment.

 

Her phone buzzed from across the room, on the coffee table; she had trained her ears and brain to recognize the signals of a phone going off from up to sixty yards away in the year she'd spent as Ric's personal assistant. To her chagrin, she saw it was Romulus. She hadn't expected a response to her opening text, which had taken two drinks of Dutch courage (do they have coffee not-dates in ancient rome?) but here we were.

 

"Yes. They tended to end with me threatening to throw an abusive senator to his own lampreys, but they happened."

 

 

"I guess you could say the dates took an...

 

...

 

...EEL-ELCTRIC slide!"

 

...

 

Lacey quickly backspaced the message into oblivion.

 

Cool. I'm in Ric's room. Meet you in fifteen? Your secretary emasculates me.

 

Play it cool, Lace. You're in up to your ears now.

 

-Tyler

Edited November 27, 2014 by Tyler Durden

[Ichthys]

OOC: I have a story in my head about Captain Allergen, that kind of explains the stupider sides of his character, but I will shelve those for now and maybe forever.

 

IC:

When the police arrived on the scene, Captain Allergen was quick to use his allergenic powers on them. Fortunately, they misattributed their allergic reactions to something they had eaten earlier, walked past him and made sure that the bank was secure. With his two super-friends safely away, he felt satisfied that he had done his job. He couldn't help feeling kind of miffed, however, that the police, or "Hydra Agents" had not given him any credit for his super powers. He keyed one of the patrol cars in revenge, and was promptly tackled by two officers, tazered, and sent to prison.

Edited November 27, 2014 by Ichthys

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Alright, Card, give me the basics," Dallas yawned, playing with the hair that covered his neck while he escorted Kristen off the second floor and into the lobby of Xavier's. "Green means go, red means stop, yellow means...?"

 

"Go faster?"

 

"That's my girl."

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"So cars start by just pressing the pedals, right?"

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Well, you have to break into them first."

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"... With a hammer..?"

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

Dallas opened his mouth, and it hung open in thought for a second.

 

"We'll save the car thieving lessons for some other time," he decided, shaking his head.

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"Oh. So you didn't seriously mean 'breaking in'?"

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"You don't break into a car with a hammer, Card," Dallas explained patiently. "That'd be like...Raphael hanging dong while he painted the Vatican."

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"You're right Dal, I'm sorry. It's just that I can't get my hand on any 'military grade laser-window-cutting-cutters.' That costs way too many moneys, and I'm dirt poor. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Consider yourself absolved, muchacha."

 

-Tyler

Edited November 28, 2014 by Tyler Durden

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"So, we get the car, then what? Them keys just open and lock the cars, right?"

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

As they crossed the courtyard and Card peppered him with questions, Dallas' response was to grin wider and more mischeviously. "We don't need to worry about it. Alex's car is in the garage, and it's--" 

 

He stopped in lockstep and his grin disappeared, lips drawing together in a frowny pout.

 

"--not here." He took a deep breath and kicked at the ground with the slimmest veneer of patience. "He knows I exclusively use his car when I need to get somewhere, and he's using it?" He huffed a deep breath and looked at Card. "Well. Things just got complicated, sunshine. Fear not. This babyface always comes prepared." 

 

He pulled a massive key ring out from under his shirt and began cycling through keys.

 

"I have them made at the local hardware stores," he explained. "Say you dropped your key in the snow and need a duplicate made of the spare. Happens to plenty of random Joes. Here's Matt Summers, here's John's bike...here's Alex, selfish prat...tell me when you see a key you like."

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

"How much good does they key do if the car isn't here?"

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Not much," Dallas admitted. "Wonder whose Camaro this is. Oh, well. Ours for the morning. Take this." He eased it off the key ring and held it out to Card. For once, instead of walking brazenly across the hoot and stomping into the Chevy badge, Dallas walked around the car like a regular human and sidled into shotgun.

 

"You said you wanted to talk?"

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

"Yes," Kristen said, sliding into the driver's seat.

 

"There's a few things I've wanted to say that really come to mind off the top of my head..."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Get us out of the garage first. Hold your foot on the brake while you start the clutch - no, foot off the gas."

 

-Tyler

Edited November 28, 2014 by Tyler Durden

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

Kristen panicked slightly, taking her right foot off the gas and putting her left on the breaks.

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Now put your foot on the gas. Take it easy, easy...just like that. Good, see? We're leaving the garage and no one's dead. That's a team first."

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"Seems easier than I thought..."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"You just have to face down your fear of hitting someone, and you'll be bitchin'." Dallas reclined back in shotgun and flicked the seat belt. "You were saying something?"

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"Ah, yea... There's something I've kinda wanted to say..."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

For once, Dallas Green didn't say something funny.

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

IC:

 

"You know... I've been really conflicted as of late... And, thanks to Ash, I've gotten my head cleared out... Sortof. It feels nice to think clearly for once- But as I was saying, I've been really conflicted. The voices, John, my arm, my body, Joey... I've had a lot of stuff I've needed to get over. I'm still not used to being a girl... It's weird Dal, I'm telling you. Like you have a lot more to it that just making sure your hair doesn't grow out too long. Like Bras. I hate them. I can't even really get them on... Or off. Or makeup for that matter. I don't even get the point behind that I just-"

 

Kristen paused, realizing she had begun rambling.

 

"... You've been there for me the whole way, for just near every step. I would've said this sooner, but like I said, being a girl is weird... And i can't say that this doesn't feel odd, especially since I used to be a dude..."

 

She pulled over, out of the way of traffic for the moment, putting the car in park.

 

"Dallas Green... I like you... A lot," Kristen said softly, staring into his eyes, "As in, more than friends. And, I know you have Tali, I know you're a guy and I say I'm a lesbian... I can't explain it... I- I just- I've been sitting on this for... A full year now? I just needed to get that off my chest..."

 

She shifted in the driver's seat.

 

"Sorry..."

Edited November 28, 2014 by Hatty Hattington

[Flex Lord Splash]

OOC: If Captain Allergen gets out of jail I might have a character who can interact with him.

IC: U! Julia
 
Julia hopped on the bike.

"Where we going?"

 

IC:

 

"Local pub," John shot back. "Spent a good deal time there while I was a lycan and on Mansion exile, turns out the bartender was a wolf like me, we got along and he serves me drinks even though I'm not 21. I'm sure that will extend to my sister." Johnathan said as they sped down the road.

 

About fifteen minutes later and they pulled up outside a small pub on the outskirts of the city. John disembarked from the bike and pulled off his helmet. "He doesn't know I'm not a wolf anymore but he'll be able to smell it. I don't think he'll care." he said as he began walking towards the door to the pub, which was called Hair of the Dog.

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

Dallas scrunched down in the passenger's seat of the loosely-borrowed Camaro and breathed. I expected worse than that. A brain tumor or something. But he wasn't about to say that out loud.

 

"One bucket list bullet point at a time, Kristen." He smiled wanly at her and gestured towards the open road. "C'mon. I'll buy you a donut for every mile you exceed the speed limit."

 

-Tyler

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

"Deal."

 

She didn't know what to expect his reaction to be... And his almost nonchalant reply was the sortof thing that she really was dreading. Apathy. Dedication. Nice qualities.

 

She forced a nice smile as she put the car in drive again and tore back onto the road, trying to think solely on driving again.

 

"Wait a second. You didn't call me card."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"It's not your name."

 

-Tyler

[Havelock Vetinari]

IC (Romulus)

 

Fifteen minutes later, on the dot, a small entourage of armed Legionnaires made their way into the Black King's bedroom, glancing over the contents of the room, vulnerabilities and potential entry/exit points with the ease born of long years of experience. As soon as their ever-present need for security was satisfied, the black trench-coat sporting troopers took up positions around the room. It was at this point the Imperator actually entered, looking, at least slightly sheepish. "My apologies for the security. One does not survive for as long as I without some paranoia, now and again." 

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Hey! Romulus! I'm in here!" Lacey called out from around the bend, and a minute later she came hopping down the hall trying desperately to pull on her Uggs while hopping. Her hair was still damp, probably towel-dried. ", , ...I'm really sorry, I lost track of time. You know, my schedule's always chugging on, so I never have time to just stand in a shower and soak...I kinda just stand out on the balcony and rain dance my heart out."

 

To their credit, only half of the legionnaires visably reacted. And only a quarter chortled. Romulus appeared unmoved. "Quite understandable." It wasn't as strange as the time he'd realized that yes, Thistledown had at one time, dated, so he was able to...moderate his response. "Feel free to slow down. I doubt blood would improve the decor, should you slip."

 

Lacey finally landed in both her boots and shook her head to attention; a small, lazy lock of auburn hair landed across her eye and she tried to blow it out of her face with a poof of a breath. She allowed herself a grin and scooped up all the folders she'd collected for Ric's wetwork; half of them, she shoved into Romulus' arms, and the other half she waved about seriously.

 

"Ground rules. We need to set 'em. First, this doesn't end with us sleeping together. And I don't mean like in the kind of way they say that on Friends, I mean that we do not end up in any sort of intimate position - or on furniture large enough where two people can even assume an intimate position. This is for research, venting, exploratory dialogue, forging connections, and me not getting lost in your eyes...hoooooly crapola...I mean it."

 

-Tyler

[Havelock Vetinari]

IC (Romulus)

 

"I believe that was encapsulated in the phrase 'coffee not-date'. Romulus settled into one of the chairs about the room and leaned forwards. "Now, you requested a meeting. I find myself wondering why it's taking place in the one room nearly every women-and some men I believe-want to end up in, but never will. Has something happened? I know there was a minor intrusion some time ago, and that our....dear Black Queen's domiciles have become infested with what my scouts describe as 'undead rat horrors', but I was under the impression the situation was under control."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Mostly for Ric's espresso machine," Lacey admitted. "It's incredible how many settings are on this thing. Looks like he stole it from the Death Star, see it? That's no moon...that's a coffee station." She stood up and walked up to grab and fill two large mugs. After a second's worth of thought - and a glance at the nearest Legionnaire - she grabbed a spray can from the fridge and filled up one cheek with whipped cream.

 

"So," she said, once she'd swallowed and given the can an appreciatory shake, "other dimensions. Ric said Lynae might have gotten eaten by one. No skin off my nose, and I think his nose is gonna be fine too, but he said it was scientific curiosity. So I have accumulated every Hellfire Club disappearance in the Northern Hemisphere dating back to 1862. Hope you brought your 'reading and smoldering' gaze instead of just the 'smoldering' one."

 

-Tyler

[Constructelf]

OOC: can't find the last Alecto post so...

 

IC: Damian

"So."

[AuRon the champion]

Ic:

 

"... That never really stopped you before."

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Did you say 'they glare' or 'eclair'? Let's get some eclairs, too," Brooklyn decided with a cheeky grin. "I need at least 3,000 calories to tolerate your overbearing levels of dorkiness. I stay in shape purely through the energy I expend laughing until I choke at your antics."

 

-Tyler

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"Is that how we're rationalizing your caloric intake now?" The former Weapon asked with a grin. "Just how many things are we buying?"

[Haman Karn: A Magical Girl]

IC:

 

"Until we're stuffed or broke. Considering our PTSD-pensions, lookin' like it's gonna be the former."

 

-Tyler

[Krayzikk]

IC:

 

"I don't believe it's possible for us to be stuffed, either. That's a paradox on par with immovable object versus unstoppable force."