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  The King in the Cowboy Hat
Posted by: Virgil Barnett - 03-20-2018, 09:23 AM - Forum: Bazaar - Replies (19)

Virgil was sure that this place had not been here before. He would have noticed it, wouldn’t he? Of course, it was just the sort of thing that Ka would do, make you miss a place until it was your time, and then draw your attention right to it. He wasn’t sure which it was, whether he’d just been made to miss this place, or if it had been created by the magic of the cards he’d drawn, but here it was now… the Hall of Gilead. It looked so much like the old home that he’d known that it almost brought tears to the old Gunslinger’s eyes, but it was just different enough that he was able to separate himself from it.

Clearing the place… well, that had been an effort in itself. The place had been full of slow mutants, much like Gilead of Old had ended up, word was. They’d been hostile, and he’d been armed: the story wrote itself. Cleaning the place up after that… well, that had been even more of an effort, but not as much of one as he might have expected. Whereas Gilead of Old had held remnants of the machines of the Old Ones, this one had actual mechanical servants in good working order, though of much simpler design than some of the robots he’d had such issue with in the past. Once the muties had been cleared out, they’d started up their tasks, cleaning the place and making it fit for human habitation. There weren’t many of them, but they could, at least, do that much, and they’d done it thoroughly and tirelessly.

The castle itself looked old, made of stones that looked like they were crumbling, but were deceptively solid, built to last while still appearing aged, not unlike himself. Inside, though, the technology was considerable. He’d found four distinct areas to the castle. One part was suited for people to live in. It had living quarters, dining rooms, and kitchens to spare, and could have housed the whole of Gilead as he’d known it within the rooms that ranged from spartan and functional to outright luxurious. Also like himself, the rooms appeared dated and old fashioned, but were, in fact, equipped to support the modern conveniences he’d seen on most Earths. Hating to see it empty, the first thing he’d done was to seek out those refugees they’d brought back from their rescue mission, offering a place in the castle to anyone who wanted to help keep it up. They hadn’t even put a dent into the available living quarters.

The work rooms were partly separated from the building, scattered around the courtyard and running along the lower level of the castle nearest the kitchens. There were rooms for crafts he was familiar with, such as a smithy, a carpenter’s shop, a greenhouse near the gardens, even a brewery, and others that he could make a good guess at, though he wasn’t quite sure. He was reasonably sure that they were for craftsmen from more technologically advanced worlds, but again… that wasn’t his area of expertise. They did seem to all be varied, so he had to guess that there was something that would suit anyone’s particular area of experience… he’d even found a room that was used to craft the bodies of Hosts like himself. That room, he kept locked for reasons that would be obvious to anyone, he hoped.

The third area was partly underground, and partly confined to a corner of the castle that looked easy to close off from common access, and it all centered around the more official areas that might concern a castle of any age. There was a meeting room, a war room, billets for troops ready to deploy and, he was surprised to see, a portal. He hadn’t tried to activate it, but it seemed to be functional, with a keypad to enter a destination like the one that had taken them to Quethadia’s world. There was also a high security vault close to a brig, which he sincerely hoped would not need to be used, and at the same time was convinced would inevitably see use.

The library was what he currently found himself exploring, and it took up a good three floors of a quarter of the castle, two above ground and one beneath it. The two above ground seemed to be fairly thorough and as you would expect, filled with books and maps, references and information. The one below ground, though, was full of computers that he had only ever seen in aged disrepair in Mid-World: Dipolar computers that had run entire cities for millenia, relics of the great Old Ones from before they had destroyed themselves, powerful things that he had only ever seen at a fraction of their power. These, though, were humming healthily and in good repair, had a functional connection to their access terminals for people to use, and were undoubtedly full of information gleaned from various universes… though how complete those libraries were, he had no way of knowing, nor did he think anyone could. The real question, though, was how advanced these computers really were, but he knew he wasn’t the one to answer that particular question, he couldn’t even identify a good bit of the equipment here. Fortunately, he had met someone who could. Opening those rarely used access channels in his systems, he ‘spoke’ up into the code that went streaming out of his mind. “Ms. Friday? I don’t suppose you’re busy right now, are you?”

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  Really, he doesn't spend ALL his time here...
Posted by: Arjay Lo'Ran - 03-20-2018, 05:08 AM - Forum: The Wandering Moon Inn - No Replies

There was something about the rain rattling against his windowpanes that had always made Arjay feel inspired. The dark skies, the flickers of lightning with the occasional bright flash followed by the rumble and crashing of thunder, they’d always resonated with him, ever since he was a child. Storms were what made him feel like the world felt just like the rest of them did. On the nights when the thunder crashed loudest, that was when he had to play the sweetest songs, craft his greatest creations, do something to lighten the world’s spirit as it were.

Today (tonight? The storm had been raging and he’d quite lost track of time, it could be evening for all he could see) he was working on a masterpiece. The shape of the sword had come along perfectly, something he’d been working on over the past months. As the blade turned in his hand, light seemed to flicker along the edge of the blade from the smooth, matte surface of the flat that stayed a constant dark grey. The hilt with the cloud motif felt natural in his hand, and the sword swung smoothly through the air, neither too light or too heavy.

The magics he was planning for this blade were ambitious, and would take him some time to manage, he knew, but it would be worth it in the end, he believed. Protections cast upon him, he stepped out into the rain, walking into the little clearing behind the Moon, planting the hilt of the blade in the muddy earth. With a strident, melodic chant, he called down the lightning from the low clouds above him and found himself momentarily dazzled as the bolt struck the blade some ten feet in front of him. He had just enough time to turn away, covering his ears before the clap of thunder followed, deafening even to his covered ears, drawing startled exclamations from the patrons of his tavern. Well… he’d known that it was going to be an ordeal enchanting this blade, thankfully he hadn’t planned anything for this day yet. Turning back to the blade, bracing himself, he called down yet another bolt of lightning to the waiting tip of the sword.

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  Crashing the Party
Posted by: 616 Tony Stark - 03-14-2018, 01:05 AM - Forum: Hub - Replies (7)

It was strange, Tony reflected, how peaceful the Tower looked from the outside. No passer by would suspect that the building was blacked out and locked down, and inside was a man corrupted to the core by an infinity stone doing God knew what to Captain America.

Tony hovered a few feet off the ground outside the entrance, feeling strangely calm. Almost... happy. It had been so long since he'd done something as uncomplicated as blast his way into a building to save the day. No politics, no friends to fight on the other side, just people who needed help. One of whom was incredibly annoying and had created the problem, but still. It was kind of nice.

Tony readied his unibeam, then glanced at Justin beside him. Not exactly the company he'd have preferred, but he'd worked with worse. By far. Recently.

"We'll blast though the front door," he told Justin. "Structurally, it's the weakest point. I assume the other Stark knows that, but I don't he's expecting brute force." He smiled slightly under his helmet. "Ready?"

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  Everything the light touches...IS ON FIRE
Posted by: Shuri - 03-13-2018, 04:47 PM - Forum: Hub - Replies (1)

“I create liffffeeeee!” Shuri’s back bowed backwards fingers curled into claws a maniac laugh echoing through the lab space. The purple veined portal cleverly embedded into her own set of security protocols to keep anyone from accessing the portal from the other side; keyed to each person's individual Kimoyo beads, even if they were stolen or taken it wouldn’t activate without the owner.

And because Shuri was no man’s fool each person had an alarm that would sound on the Wakandan side bringing swift response from Dora Milaje.

Taking a huge breath Shuri straightened a huge manic grin “So i vote not me first.” As though she honestly expected ANYONE of the others would ‘allow’ that.

She was ssoooo going to be second though.


Passing through the portal Shuri was too fascinated by the simulation of New York.

What would become clear later was that a second portal had been generated in the new Wankandan district but since Shuri had been honing in on Parker and Coulson it opened where theirs had.

…which was outside a Stark tower currently on fire.


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  Mutual Not-Feelings
Posted by: James Barnes (MCU-1) - 03-12-2018, 04:32 AM - Forum: 616 - Replies (5)

Bucky was patrolling, mask on, shield in ready position, gun strapped to his thigh. He knew he was being ridiculous, but he didn't feel at home in this new reality and he certainly wasn't terribly comfortable being vulnerable. At the very least he wanted to learn the areas surrounding their own, so that he could be confident that Princess Shuri The Wakandans would be safe. He did owe them quite a bit, and he wanted to do as much as he could.

Bucky had been warned that he might run into duplicates of himself or others- and he had certainly seen more than one person he would have thought was Tony Stark- though he had yet to properly speak to any of them. But he still hadn't seen himself yet- or the person he both dreaded and anticipated seeing the most. Because Bucky knew that his Steve was dead- gone- no bringing him back- but the idea of seeing any Steve who might share any of his memories- or at the very least his personality- crushed Bucky all over again.

Hell, he wanted that- but he also knew that it would be like ripping the wound open again, just after it had finally started to scab up some.

But when his patrolling took him in the path of a man with a familiar suit, his breath was torn from his lungs for a moment. Bucky felt like he ought to pinch himself, to make completely certain that this man was actually there, and that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. (Though it occurred to him that if his mind was playing tricks on him, he'd have an excellent reason to spend more time in the company of the genius Wakandan Princess.)

Forcing his eyes shut for a moment, he opened them again to confirm that this other Captain was still there. Bucky took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and then walked up to the other hero. Offering his free hand to shake, he introduced himself. "Pleasure to meet you Captain, I'm Captain America." He started, voice as genuine as he could manage while using the name, before remembering that he had his cowl up and the other man wouldn't know him. "Otherwise known as Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes."

Bucky was proud of himself for how clearly his voice came out, and with minimal wavering. His hand betrayed his nerves slightly with the tiny amount of shaking it did.

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Posted by: Jack - 03-10-2018, 04:55 AM - Forum: Applications - No Replies

full name: Jack
nicknames/aliases/code name: Autumn Knight, Reaper, Headless Horseman, Jack-o’-Lantern, countless others hidden away in myths/popular culture.
canon or oc: OC
anchor character: Yes
species: Fey Knight (Sidhe-empowered human wizard)
gender: Male
age: 461
date of birth: September 28, 1557
place of birth: England
starting location: Hub
originating fandom: Dresden Files
fandom universe: Dresden Files AU
pronouns: He/Him
occupation: Servant to the Autumn Lady, remnant of the Autumn Court of the Sidhe
languages: Omnilingual
playby: Ian Glenn
height: 6’1”
weight: 190 lbs
hair color: Blonde
eye color: Blue
distinguishing features: Varies (Shapeshifter)
sexual orientation: Straight
family: None living
relationship status: Single/In Servitude
powers: Autumn Knight - Jack is empowered to be the mortal agent of the (now defunct) Autumn Sidhe. In this role, he is physically more capable than your average mortal and able to heal more quickly. He holds strong magic in line with the Autumn Court, including earth magic, blood magic, and spirit/death magic. He is able to shapechange at will.
strengths: Martial training - Jack is highly accomplished in hand-to-hand combat, particularly with a specially-crafted scythe (shaped for fighting, rather than farming).

Magical training - While his potential was largely unrealized during his mortal existence, Jack is studied and accomplished with Autumn magic. The magic of change and death, Autumn draws its power from sources that already exist, either within themselves or from other sources. Sacrifice plays a part in the most powerful (generally known as blood magic), although the idea that death is always involved or that the sacrifice must be human is a (some would say slanderous) misconception. As Samhain falls within Autumn’s power, Autumn has power over the spirits and the dead, able to invoke them for information or protection, though they are fiercely opposed to necromancers who wish to bind the dead to their will.
weaknesses: Hoarding - While not truly hoarders, Autumn compulsions prevent Jack from doing anything truly wasteful. Autumn is the time of harvest, of reaping to prepare for winter, and as such they cannot stand wasteful destruction. A creature might be killed out of necessity, but it will always be used as much as is possible, even if all that is possible is burying it to nourish the soil.

Water - Running water grounds autumn magic as thoroughly as it grounds mortal magic.

Obedience - While he has some degree of ability to resist owing to his mortal nature, defying the nature or directives of the Autumn Sidhe can cause Jack’s power to abandon him.
equipment: Numerous magical/enchanted items. Autumn Sidhe are able to take power and store it in objects (generally crystals or other earth-based objects) for later use.

Lost so long to the mantle of power thrust upon him, Jack remembers little of his earthly origins, even his name being lost to him. He does know that he was a farmer, though, a settler in the New World, and that as the seasons went on, the harvest was proving to be disastrous. They had arrived, it turned out, in the midst of a terrible drought, and with the relief supplies from England cut off by war, the little colony was desperate. Jack, though, was the one destined to save the village, and all it cost him was his life.

While the rest of the settlement prayed, Jack went off into the thickest parts of the fields, cleared away a patch of earth, and drew the circle he used to call to the Autumn Court, the Fey of the Harvest, and plead for their mercy. The young Queen that answered demanded his life in return, and when he agreed, seeing no real reason to not die alone and quickly instead of starving with the rest of the colony, she told him what needed to be done, setting him to work. Two pigs needed to be slaughtered under the full moon, out of the eyes of the waking creatures that might halt the ritual. Sigils, marked in their blood, called the sprites of autumn to the village, and the cooked meat of the beasts was scattered in a ring all around the settlement, drawing out a protective ring of the tiny fey. The rune-carved bones were buried outside every home. Once done, Autumn came and claimed its prize.

There was no means, of course, to grow a bountiful crop in the midst of the drought. The Queen, instead, took the colony into the Nevernever to be absorbed among her court, at first as pampered guests, then slowly absorbed as playthings of the Sidhe, some even gaining the power of the Sidhe themselves as they abandoned their unneeded mortality. This done, she came for Jack’s life and found him waiting.

This didn’t, naturally, mean that she would kill him, as he’d expected. That would be far too wasteful. Instead, he became her knight, seeing to her slightest whim. If something in the mortal world threatened her interests or displeased her, he was sent, as all of the other Autumn Knights before him, to kill them, to reap their lives. When nothing displeased her, he was sent to consolidate their power, safeguarding their place among legends and myths. He found himself heir to several legends, though all had been altered by time so that only some sparse facts remained truly accurate. He managed inspire a few of his own, his favorite, of course, written by Washington Irving after he told him the tale over quite an uproarious amount of drinking, though he disliked taking that particular form unless he had to. After all, who liked trying to ride a horse while holding onto your own head?

All went well for this longest-lived of the faerie Knights (Autumn was notoriously unwilling to discard an able servant, unlike the other courts) until the time when the Summer and Winter courts decided that it was time to consolidate the power of the smaller Spring and Autumn courts into themselves. Most of Spring went to Summer, and most of Autumn went to Winter, with the most notable exception being the Autumn Lady and Knight, who insisted that Queen Mab was insane if she thought they were simply going to agree to respectively become a minor courtier to her and, in Jack’s case, die. The Autumn Lady had quite a bit of power squirreled away to draw upon, and Jack himself had allies and favors to call upon among the Wildfae and the Wild Hunt. When Winter came calling to claim them, they made good their promise to fight, and fled with all the sequestered power that they could. They hid on Earth for a good while, tolerated by the Fey because they were, in truth, still useful (whereas Spring, who had been eager to be ‘reborn’ into Summer had been frivolous and troublesome), and because they were not inclined to try to make trouble of themselves. Eventually, with Winter closing in, they went looking for new grounds to gather their power in, finding themselves in this strange land known as the Hub.

Hub Information
landmarks in hub for established universe: Important Location?
knowledge level of multiverse: Unknown
fandom specific information: While the inhabitants of their world often suspect other realms within their universe (Heaven, Hell, Avalon, Faerie, etc), they generally lack the means to be sure of them.
Anchor Character Section
which fandom: Dresden Files
which universe: Dresden Files-1
timeline: They left their world in about the 1920s.
where is the Hub portal located: Location
If not already established in canon do the following exist?

magic: Yes, though usually dismissed as superstition
aliens: No
advanced technology: Real-life level technology
mythical creatures: Yes, though usually dismissed as superstition
other: ?

what landmark(s) to start with in Hub?
RP Sample
Jack is always interested in acquiring new things, be it connections or power. He’s still (mostly) human, and so he still has that craving to be a social creature, but he does have many fey tendencies that can come up at the wrong moments. He’s very good for throwing magic characters at. On his world, the Faerie courts, while not necessarily benevolent, still maintain good ties with the angels, and while they don’t actively seek conflict with them, tend to consider fallen angels and devils difficult to deal with, since they can’t be trusted.
Oh good lord, I don’t know. He’s beholden to the Autumn Lady, so really however much free reign she gives him, I suppose.

nicknames: Mike
age: 37
pronouns: He/Him
timezone: Mountain Standard
contact: Discord
triggers: Meh
mature threading: Yes?
other characters: Arjay Lo’Ran, bunch of others
461. Fey Knight. Dresden Files. Ian Glenn.

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Posted by: Shuri - 03-09-2018, 07:08 PM - Forum: Applications - No Replies

full name:Shuri
nicknames/aliases/code name: N/a
canon or oc: Canon
anchor character: yes
species: Human
gender: female
age: 18
date of birth: Nov 6th, 1998
place of birth: Wakanda
starting location: Wakanda
originating fandom: Marvel
fandom universe: MCU-1
pronouns: SHE/HER
occupation:genius, Inventor, princess, little sister
languages:Xhosa, English
playby: letitia wright
height: 5’7
hair color: Black
eye color: Black
distinguishing features:na
Single with a big brother and squad of women warriors to insure that. sexual orientation:straight
family:Mother, Brother
relationship status: Single
Skills: Genius level intellect

Master Engineer: Shuri is arguably more skilled than Tony Stark and definitely out shines him at a similar age.

weaknesses: Only human: Shuri has all the weakness of an average human.

Family: Shuri has a family she loves and can be blackmailed/manipulated because of them.

Excitable: Shuri is still young, and has kept a large measure of her innocence; while not naive. She nonetheless does exhibit a ‘careless’ air

Shuri is the Princess of Wakanda, sister of T'Challa, daughter of T'Chaka and Ramonda, and the leader of the Wakandan Design Group. An innovator responsible for creating much of Wakanda's modern technology, she is also known for designing the current generation Panther Habits. Shortly after the death of her father, she was assigned by T'Challa to delete Bucky Barnes' HYDRA programming from his mind. After her brother's coronation, Shuri assisted him and the Dora Milaje in tracking down Ulysses Klaue, only to be forced to flee Birnin Zana as Erik Killmonger overthrew the throne, eventually returning to reclaim Wakanda.

When her brother T'Challa brought both Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes to Wakanda, he entrusted Barnes to Shuri so she could remove the Winter Soldier programming from Barnes' mind. At the lab, Shuri explained to T'Challa and Rogers that she is using the most sophisticated bio-scanners in Wakanda to create a digital representation of Barnes' mind, in which the process would be tested to avoid damaging it while attempting to remove his brainwashing.[1] Months later, Shuri brought T'Challa to give his brother an update on Barnes. Shuri explained to T'Challa that, since Barnes programming is mostly connected to trigger words, she would use an algorithm that would 'reset' Barnes so HYDRA's programming could be destroyed without removing his memories. Shuri then revealed that her algorithm could be used to improve the Wakandan's technology though artificial intelligence in a more effective way than Ultron.[1]

Hub Information
landmarks in hub for established universe:WAKANDA
knowledge level of multiverse: Mostly theoretical but considering she's wining dining, and sweet talking the laws of physics into opening a stable portal to hub-(vs that silly Parker boy and Shield which just took a jackhammer to the fabric of reality) Shuri has a better understanding than most.
fandom specific information: Everything is vibranium
Anchor Character Section
which fandom: Marvel
which universe: MCU-1

where is the Hub portal located: Shuri’s lab
If not already established in canon do the following exist?

magic: No
aliens: Yes
advanced technology: Wakandan tech is significantly more advanced than the basic tech level
mythical creatures: No
RP Sample
Not my first toon

nicknames: Kel
age: Old enough
pronouns: What ever
timezone: GMT+1
contact: Discord best, Ask for Skype
triggers: None: If something is about to go to far i’ll let you know, and hope you do the same. (Do NOT kill off a shipping partner with no warning, gimmie a heads up before, if you want to plot that.)
mature threading: All the Sexy. FTB-Explicit depending on Writing partner
other characters: McCoy, Henri Lebeau, Tony Stark, lots
about: I are Admin hear me plot!
18, Inventor/Princess, Wakanda(Golden Tribe), Letitia Wright

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  Looking Forward
Posted by: James Barnes (MCU-1) - 03-09-2018, 07:06 PM - Forum: MCU-1 - Replies (6)

Bucky brushed his hair back one more time with a sigh- he was... Hesitant, regarding this mission. He knew Steve would want him to go help Tony Stark- But a small part of Bucky blamed the other hero for his best friend's death. Of course a much larger part blamed Bucky himself. So Bucky was less than enthusiastic to be faced all over again with Steve's death.

But the Wakandans wanted to- so he would go. If only because watching Princess Shuri work was almost worth it alone. He wandered for a little as he contemplated- glancing up when he noticed where he had arrived. A small smile replaced the growing grimace he had been sporting- as he knocked on the floor beside the top of the spiral before continuing down.

He figured that he ought to make sure not to surprise anyone in there- for the same reason he had learned not to touch anything in the room- because Shuri had more than enough footage of Bucky being thrown backwards. An opinion which was maybe based on the fact that he wanted to impress her and not look like a complete punk, which he found himself remarkably bad at.

Still spotting the familiar silhouette, he gave the tiniest of bows before walking towards what would be their gate to the new world. "So this is it Princess?" He asked with fascination, though his hand did twitch towards his shield as it occurred to him that it could open from the other side potentially- but no. Shuri would have factored that in- and prepared for it.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

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Posted by: 616 Steve Rogers - 03-04-2018, 08:48 PM - Forum: Hub - Replies (20)

Steve is nervous, more nervous than he's been in years. But there's an undercurrent of excitement. It's finally time to rescue Bucky. He just got the news from Friday that everything is set. Now the only thing he is waiting for is for the others to arrive. Although part of him wants to rescue Bucky on his own, after all he's his partner and this his responsibility, the tactician in him knows that for a mission like this he is going to need a team. And considering the short notice he had to form this team, he's very proud of what he's managed to pull together.

He paces back and forth, barely refraining from checking his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Thoughts of what tortures Bucky may be experiencing only make him pace faster.

He hears footsteps approaching and perks up eagerly.

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  Crossing Paths
Posted by: 616 Tony Stark - 03-01-2018, 05:14 AM - Forum: Hub - Replies (22)

There was a little bakery three blocks from the Tower that had the best bagels in New York. The kind of hole in the wall that had always made Steve get misty-eyed about the past, and which Tony had had to grudgingly admit was the real deal. He wasn't crazy about going by the Tower--there was never a good time to run into the other Tony--but he'd woken up in the mood for a good bagel, and had even felt like he could handle the barrage of memories that was likely to come with the trip.

He was crossing the street amid scattered traffic, a brown paper bag tucked under his arm, when he saw a flash of red hair and a familiar face. He hadn't known that any Natasha Romanov was in the Hub, and he felt a genuine flash of excitement at the possibility that it might be his. One of the few heroes who didn't, at least as far as he knew, hate his very existence.

So he jogged across the street, waving in her direction as he did, and calling, "Natasha!"

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