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  [April Fool's] Any sufficiently advanced technology...
Posted by: Zenyatta - 04-01-2018, 05:53 PM - Forum: Other - Replies (8)

He was no longer where he had been.

This was of less concern to Tekhartha Zenyatta than one might assume. He often journeyed from place to place seemingly at random, following the threads of order and chaos to where they might lead him, with no concern for where he found himself at the end of the day. He was, after all, an omnic. His power cells would not soon run dry, he could nearly always find someplace to recharge, and the elements did not bother him as much as they would a human. If he found himself meditating in a temple or beneath the canopy of a forest, did it matter? No, he had long ago reasoned, it truly did not.

What concerned him was that before he was no longer where he had been, he had felt a surge of what he had long ago learned to classify as the touch of chaos. This, obviously, had resulted in him being in this place, but what else had it done? Had he been the target, or a mere byproduct of this surge?

His systems fully rebooting, the omnic began hovering a foot into the air, his legs crossed lotus style, the orbs of power once again revolving around his neck. This place was not the hub. It did not have the same feel as that place, and what was more, he could no longer sense the touch of the Hub’s myriad technologies. His own systems were reporting some difficulty in operating at their usual efficiency, but it was well within his power to keep his systems Ordered, even in a sub-optimal location.

Peering around him, he noted several other figures that looked out of place in this odd location. A woman was dressed mostly in red, and… was she the source of this transportation? He could sense great chaos roiling inside her… but no, she did not seem to be the perpetrator. She had the potential of great chaos, true, but he did not feel the touch of the particular surge that had brought them here within her.

Another woman was stirring, this one with red hair and several visible (to the eyes of the technologically-acquainted, perhaps) weapons upon her. This one did not seem to have the touch of order or chaos within her, so he ruled out the train of logic that suggested that his (and the woman in red’s) link to the primal forces of order and chaos had caused him to be swept up into this situation.

Had his eyes been more than photoreceptors, they might have narrowed when he spied another omnic, this one a small, rodent-like creature that he had detected within the Hub from time to time. What was its interest here?

Moreover, where were they? Zenyatta was well aware that he was now drawing the attention of people who happened to be in the right vantage point to see him and, not wishing to prematurely cause a problem, he remained stationary for the moment, not wishing to do anything to inadvertently antagonize someone who might feel threatened by technology in this (seemingly) technologically dead place.

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  It's April, Fools!
Posted by: Nyte - 04-01-2018, 07:57 AM - Forum: Hub - Replies (1)

Things in Hub had been quiet. For too long, the boroughs had run along in peace, the city friendly, welcoming, bustling. The inhabitants would tell you it was time, they were happy, people were relaxed, and things were going well for a change.

Not everyone would agree with that assessment.

Hub, said one perhaps-denizen, had gotten boring.

Mister Mxyzptlk hovered over the city, looking down at its towering skyscrapers and squat, sprawling bazaar and shook his head, magic glowing in his hands. When he spoke, his voice rang out to reach the ears of each and every resident, “Tick tock goes the clock and Loki’s Day is here, the jay sings and the bell rings and suddenly you’re there!”

It was the strike of noon, not midnight like you might expect, when the trickster used his magic to wink out every single portal within Hub, both those that had ‘naturally’ occurred as well as any which had been created by those there. All portals simply ceased to function, and suddenly, the city was so much quieter as a good portion of its residents suddenly vanished.

Sometimes magic really sucked.


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Happy Fool’s Day, everyone! For this plot, we’ve broken the characters up into randomized groups. Each group finds themselves in an unfamiliar (perhaps) world, be they together or separate is up to you - not everyone has to start with the others. It’s possible they show up in smaller groups, individuals, pairs, however you guys decide is fine. Each character will have an item in parenthesis next to their name, that item is written on a small piece of parchment in flowing text, with the explanation that they need to find this item.

Enjoy the journey!


Special Little Snowflakes:
Universe: Harry Potter

Wanda Maximoff (Lucky Rabbit’s Foot)
Robert Safi Wasem (A Rememberall)
Zenyatta (Tire Iron from a Ford Fiesta)
Natalia Romanova (A Yellow Rose)
Anthony Crowley (A Purple Umbrella)
Gwin (A Golden Snitch)
Sune (A Chocolate Frog)


Icy Dead People
Universe: Toril

Mercy LeBeau (A Thunderstone)
Kim Woo Bin (A Dragon’s Scale)
Leonard McCoy (A Genuine Smile)
Virgil Barnett (Road Rations)
Dean Winchester (A Candle)
T’Challa (A Tanglefoot Bag)
Matthew Malloy (A Gold Coin)


Wing Dings
Universe: Overwatch

James Barnes (MCU-1) (Ganymede)
Arjay Lo’Ran (A Six-Shooter)
Kaalth (A Belt Buckle)
Gabriel (A Katana)
Lukk (A Round Rock)
Aziraphale (A Repair Kit)
Walter Skinner (Caduceus Staff)
Henri LeBeau (Rollerblades)
Pete Wisdom (A Pair of Glasses)
Okoye (Spray Paint)
Belle Street (A Gas Mask)
Fizzle Bizzlebop (A Crowbar)
Lorelei Coulson Barton (A Death Mask)
Adhira (Goggles)
616 Steve Rogers (A Keyboard)
Oryn Vance (A Bag of Chips)


Green is Good
Universe: Shadowrun

Groot (RFID Tag)
Nala (Monosword)
Jacob Alexander (Credstick)
Jaya (Stun Baton)
Shuri (Lockpick Set)


So Done With This Shit
Universe: Darkwing Duck (Saint Canard)

Christian Verglas (A Brown Feather)
Jackson “Jax” Teller (A Picture)
Quethadia Nyx (A Hubcap from a Pickup Truck)
Kailani Mahelona (A Postcard)
Taarus (A Can of Cherry Soda)
Seth (A Piece of Birch Bark)
Tony Stark (616) (A Stuffed Dog)
Steve Rogers (A Blue Purse)
Clint Barton (A Clown)
Castiel (A Board Game)
Phillip J Coulson (A Pepper Mill)
Remy LeBeau (War and Peace)
Malcolm Reynolds (A Yellow Polka Dot Bikini)
Friday (Scrooge McDuck’s Wifi Password)


I’ve Been Dead, People!
Universe: Supernatural

Torynn Nightstar (A Vampire’s Tooth)
Death (A Blooming Carnation)
James Buchanan Barnes (Hellhound Blood)
Madara (A Piece of Cherry Pie)
Justin Halloway (The Spear of Destiny)

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  The Man who Cheated Death
Posted by: Matthew Malloy - 03-29-2018, 05:48 AM - Forum: Hub - Replies (3)

This was a feeling Matthew had felt before. Nothingness, like he had simply ceased to be. He floated in that nothingness, feeling himself stretched out over everything. He might have sighed if he had lungs, might have slumped his shoulders if he had any to move. Yet as he floated he could feel everything. The molecules, the flow of everything from time to life itself. He stood outside it all... But he didn't want to be there. How hard would it be to leave this place?

He let his consciousness stretch toward the first cluster of molecules he could find, feeling how they interacted with everything around them, revealing to him the entire world in which they resided. And with that, he willed the molecules to come together...

And suddenly he drew a ragged breath, his eyes flying open to see the sky above him. Sitting up, his muscles moving roughly as they continued to reform, he looked down at the shredded and damaged skin that wove itself over his body. It was far from a pleasant sight to see, but he'd take it over floating in that nothingness again. He drew several more breaths, savoring how it felt to have lungs again, before he dragged himself to his feet. Holding one arm against his chest as though it were broken, he looked around himself. It didn't look like Charleston, but... Had he wound up in a different city?

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  Matthew Malloy
Posted by: Matthew Malloy - 03-28-2018, 05:52 AM - Forum: Accepted Applications - Replies (1)

Matthew Malloy
basics
full name: Matthew Malloy
nicknames/aliases/code name: n/a
canon or oc: Canon
anchor character: no
species: Mutant
gender: Male
age: 28
date of birth: June 9th
place of birth: Charleston, South Carolina
starting location: Hub
originating fandom: Marvel
fandom universe: Marvel TRN533
pronouns: Masculine
occupation: Former College Student
languages: English (though can speak any language due to telepathy)
appearance
playby: Domhnall Gleeson
height: 6ft
weight: 78kg
hair color: Ginger
eye color: Green
distinguishing features: N/a
relationships
sexual orientation: Heterosexual
family: All deceased (Father and Mother were "sent away" by Matthew at a young age, Wife was killed in Skrull attack"
relationship status: Widowed
Powers/Strengths/Weakness
powers: Matthew is a Beyond-Omega Level Mutant with significant abilities. He possesses the ability to warp reality through the drawing and manipulation of an extra dimensional energy source. Through this, he has control over such aspects of reality as life, death, time and space, and the mere building blocks of reality about him. He would be able to theoretically create and destroy on a universal scale, though his lack of skill, experience or apparent control over his abilities makes such feats difficult, if not outright impossible currently.

He has shown a potent level of Telepathy, enough to defeat the likes of Exodus, and Headlok, immediately detecting their presence in his mind and evicting them, sending a surge of telepathic energy into their minds strong enough to completely destroy their brains. He has also been able to see through illusions projected by Charles Xavier, and Rachel Grey, as well as block Xavier’s attempts to enter his mind when Matthew was only a child.

Matthew also possesses a near godlike level of Telekinesis. He can levitate himself and large sections of ground with ease, was able to snap Exodus and Headlok’s necks after he forced them out of his mind, and can control objects as large as a SHIELD helicarrier without any clear exertion. Using this, he can separate the molecular bonds that hold people and objects together, essentially shattering them.

Leading on from this, Matthew is capable of altering, manipulating, creating, destroying and otherwise exerting near total control over the molecules and atomic matter around him. His mastery over this is so complete that he can combine it with his reality warping abilities to return himself to life, even if his body had been completely vaporized, by twisting the reality around himself to resurrect himself into a body of his own creation. He can manipulate and change any aspect of this new body in the same way that he can manipulate the atomic structure of something. He was unaware of his ability to do this until he simply did it.

In the same ways, Matthew is able to generate intense surges of energy that can atomize everything within the range, though this is often triggered by intense emotion.
strengths: Matthew’s incredible power puts him in a similar level as Gods. Through this, with time he could do great and beautiful things, but if mishandled, they can easily run rampant and bring significant destruction. Due to his ability to return from death, so long as Matthew wishes to continue living he is technically immortal.
weaknesses: Matthew is exceedingly inexperienced with his powers. He is much more reactionary than conscious in his abilities, though as he’s come into them more and more, his conscious control has only grown. Yet intense emotions can still cause a severe backlash from his power, causing untold destruction to those around him. His emotions are as such something that present a problem, as if they run rampant, a single stray thought could shred a person apart on a molecular level, or vaporize the city around him.

equipment: Nothing of note, though can create anything he understands enough to shape molecules into.

history
Matthew Malloy was born in Charleston, South Carolina. His early years were a sign of what would come later in his life, as his powers awoke earlier than they should have. The effect was Charles Xavier noting a surge of power unlike any Cerebro had seen, and so projected his consciousness through the machine to see what the cause was. He met the young Matthew Malloy, disguising himself as another child so as to speak to him without drawing suspicion. Yet as Matthew played, the psychic backlash from his playing with his toys shredded his family home apart, huge psionic representations of the childish battle he was pretending at shattered his home, and rent the world apart around them. It was so potent Charles attempted to shut the young boy’s mind down, or do anything that would allow him to end the situation, yet he found he couldn’t get into Matthew’s mind, his own telepathy already at a level that he could block Charles out without even realizing he was doing it.

Over the years, Charles continued to visit Matthew, slowly but surely working telepathic blocks in around Matthew’s powers to hold them in check. Then after the Skrulls attacked Earth, killing Matthew’s wife, his power began to break through the blocks. Ultimately, he came into direct conflict with the X-Men, SHIELD, and various other groups in his world, of which he was inadvertently the cause of their near total destruction. One X-Man managed to travel backward through time, and found a way to prevent Matthew Malloy reaching the age he was when his powers ran rampant, and thus he was removed from his own timeline. However, rather than the empty void that should have come from being removed from time, he found himself in a strange city...

Hub Information
landmarks in hub: N/a
knowledge level of multiverse: No knowledge currently, though possesses the ability for Cosmic level awareness
fandom specific information: Classified as a Beyond-Omega level threat, putting him in the highest threat ranking in Marvel.
Anchor Character Section
which fandom: Marvel, DC, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Star Trek, etc.
which universe: MCU, 616, Book, Earth 2, TV Show, etc.
timeline: When is it in your universe? (Pre-CACU? Which Season? What event has just happened/started/etc)
where is the Hub portal located: here
If not already established in canon do the following exist?

magic: here
aliens: here
advanced technology: here
mythical creatures: here
other: here

what landmark(s) to start with in Hub? buildings, areas, npc echoes, etc.
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nicknames: Soapy
age: 23
pronouns: Masculine
timezone: NZST
contact: Discord
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mature threading: Free for whatever
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  Lunchtime Explorations
Posted by: Ophelia Glasscock - 03-25-2018, 06:21 PM - Forum: Hub - Replies (7)

Ophelia had explored the bazaar, and the area around the Wandering Moon, and today she'd decided to see more of The Hub, so she'd set off, and soon found herself in an area that looked rather like a Muggle city. There were the usual sorts of sights and sounds-interesting, but nothing terribly unusual. After she'd been walking around for a bit, Ophelia found that she was getting hungry, so she stopped in at one of the restaurants, one that sold shawarma, which was something that she'd eaten on her trips to the Muggle parts of London, and had enjoyed, so she stopped in and ordered some, then took a seat at one of the tables while she waited on her food.

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  The King in the Cowboy Hat
Posted by: Virgil Barnett - 03-20-2018, 09:23 AM - Forum: Bazaar - Replies (42)

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 - Replies (7)

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 (14)

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 (2)

“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.

“Woah!!”

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  Mutual Not-Feelings
Posted by: James Barnes (MCU-1) - 03-12-2018, 04:32 AM - Forum: 616 - Replies (13)

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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