Storm shrugged in response.
"Life goes on, I suppose," she responded to Megan. "I can't say that I've seen the others all that recently, though...any idea how people are doing?"
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.htmlWere it not for the device clenched in his hands, Mercury would have fist pumped. “Alright, first flag. But we’re going to take this all the way. Say that you have no more questions, and after they call up their next witness, we’ll call up ours.”
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~One Month Ago, Alley
Raven stopped in mid-air to turn and look at the boy, her confusion and slight annoyance evident on her face. "What I am? What are you talking about? What exactly do we have in common?" She asked, growing a little suspicious. She didn't really like him wording. He couldn't know about her 'unique' lineage, could he?
Gang Fight
Hmmm... that seemed to work. But there's still more of them. Gambit rooted through the garbage once more, trying to find something heavier than a tin can that he could still send the way of the robots. What he managed to pull out was an old busted television set and half a skateboard. Well, the tv's certainly big enough to take them all out, but I can't exactly throw it... Looking at the broken skateboard in his hand, a light-bulb lit up in Remy's head. After charging up the tv, he placed it on top of the skateboard, and pushed the back of the board to wheel it out towards the robots, while still in the safe cover behind the dumpster. This better work, charging something that heavy drains my energy much faster...
Gang Fight
While Bushman was distracted and firing his gun blindly, someone clad in a filthy trenchcoat, a ski-mask, and a cheap fedora approached him from behind. The man clad in the coat and mask crudely took Bushman's gun while he fired aimlessly, then he used all of his strength to try and pull Bushman away from the fight.
"Forget it, Raoul Bushman!" he yelled, with an unusual tone of hatred in his voice. "We're leaving, you and me, right now!"
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"The Present
Moon Knight’s communicator began ringing, and upon answering he would be greeted by the staccato cadence carried only by automated telephone solicitors and Gold trying to hold conversation without being able to measure the time between someone’s eye blinks and the like. “Confirmation Tin Man 40138. Reporting a new metahuman criminal presence in the city. Possible terrorist threat. Backup requested.” A pause. “How are you as of late?” She finished with an awkward hitch, exchanging pleasantries for the fist time in days and with Moon Knight in particular for weeks due to being out of the country.
edited 28th Jun '14 9:57:33 PM by Uncandescent
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~Present
Moon Knight was currently cruising down the road in a white grand tourer, en-route to the Tony Stark's mansion... until his communicator went off. Pressing a button on the car's dashboard, Moon Knight listened in on Gold's message through the car's radio.
"You're back, Gold? I mean, I copy you."
There was a silence.
"Okay, J, I'm going to have to drop you off here. You'd better not go screwing around at Stark's place. "
"-Why not? And for the last time, it's Midnight! Who are you talking to, anyways? Is that Gold? Remember what I said earlier, well, um, could you tel— "
"I'M NOT HITTING ON HER FOR YOU! What is wrong with you, kid? Just get out of the car. And don't even think about going to the mansion! "
"I'm doing great, Goldie. I'll be over to you in a jiffy."
edited 28th Jun '14 11:19:14 PM by TailsDoll
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"As Wasp had turned a corner, a figure in blue and gold had streaked past across the street - in mid-air. Blinking in surprise and curiosity, she made a hard bank and gunned her wings. Another superhero! I was wondering if I'd run into anyone.
A few moments later, she caught up with the flyer and grinned as she recognised him. Coming up alongside him, she called out excitedly. "Heya! You're Booster Gold, right?"
Booster came to a screeching halt as Wasp flew up beside him, and Skeets, not having expected this, shot past him, and had to awkwardly putter back towards Booster and Wasp. Booster had installed a chip in Skeets a few months back that made his flying sound like a Jetson's car, mostly for his own amusement.
"Hello, there, beautiful." Booster said, arms across his puffed-out chest, thankful that his visor was opaque enough to hide his wandering eyes. "When'd you fly into my town?" He asked, trying to be cool.
My various fanfics.Wasp had quickly braked and come to a hover as Booster abruptly stopped, grinning slightly at having apparently caught the superhero by surprise. She let out a chuckle, hovering at roughly eye-level, the 7-inch girl hanging in front of the blur of her wings.
"Your town? It's my town too, now." She said, using one hand to flick some hair over her shoulder as she smirked cockily. "I landed this morning, been getting a feel for the neighbourhood. Name's Wasp - Nice to meet'cha."
"Nice to meet you too, though I think I'd feel more comfortable if I knew which 'you' I was talking to. Is it the smug egotistical you, or the flirty you who just might go for the same white meat?"
Standing below Booster was none other than Green Arrow, who, upon starting to stroll back to his penthouse for what might be the last chance he could use it, just so happened to notice the (in)famous Booster Gold floating in mid-air and, apparently, talking to no-one in particular. First sign of insanity and all that. If he wasn't infamous before, he'd certainly be now...
edited 29th Jun '14 8:17:47 AM by kkhohoho
Present
“I have returned, though the circumstances aren’t…” Gold trailed off as Midnight said his piece, and she let off a long internal equivalent of a sigh at the forced connotations of her chosen form. “…roger. Coordinates 8-27-32.” Gold said, before hanging up and sitting down at the bus stop. The best pick up points were hidden in plain sight, after all.
She slid the communicator back into the pocket of her blouse, which was in turn covering the skin of a nondescript Latino woman with her jet black hair tied into a ponytail. Her backpack crunched slightly as she leaned back into the bench, and waited. Upon Marc’s arrival, she would get up and slip into the passenger seat, positioning her backpack on her lap. “Have your days been eventful?” She asked as she rummaged through the pack.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~"Eventful? Oh, definitely," Moon Knight said. "This is the first off-day I've had in a while. Until we get some more intel on that Mandarin guy in Asia, I think I'm going to be staying in New York."
Moon Knight tilted his head forward, almost like he was about to press his head into the steering wheel.
"And thanks to Booster and his shenanigans with the media, we're all mildly popular now. I even have my own damn 'sidekick'. He's this college kid I met a while back, and keeps calling himself Midnight. Guy really thinks me and him are going to be like Indiana Jones and Short Round. I'm going to sit down and have a serious chat with him later, but for now, we're all going to have to put up with him."
Moon Knight put in the coordinates into his car's high-tech dashboard. The vehicle drove on automatically; Moon Knight didn't even have to put his foot on the gas or steer the car now, and he could recline back into the driver's seat.
"You think I should call Booster, maybe get the JA involved with this? If we're dealing with a possible metahuman terrorist here, we can't take any risks."
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"Booster nodded, smirking back. "Pleasure's all mine." Then, he looked around. "Hey, I'm not gonna get stepped on by a dude the size of a skyscraper or covered with ants for talking to you, right?"
My various fanfics.Booster looked down at Green Arrow, as if noticing him for the first time, and waved. He floated upside-down so that he'd be eye-level with the Street-Walking superhero.
"Oh, hey, Green Arrow. Jeez, I'm meeting all kinds of supers today." He grabbed Green Arrow's hat and put it on Skeets, who had floated down next to them. "And what's with the attitude, Errol Flynn?"
My various fanfics."One," said Arrow, swiping his hat back and lifting up a finger, "because you stole my hat. Two, because you didn't hear me the first time. Three, because I've had something of a bad day. From what I've heard of you, you've been trying who knows how long to make a fortune. I lost a fortune in the time it likely takes you to fly a few blocks 'round the city. 'Course, I've started to get over it, but it's not exactly something you just wash off and be done with. And four; you do know talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, right?"
edited 29th Jun '14 12:42:15 PM by kkhohoho
Booster raised an eyebrow. What the hell was he rambling about? Christ, Booster thought, Did I come back in time too late? Am I stuck with liberal yuppy Green Arrow? I was really hoping for the Green Arrow that gets drunk and throws sexy parties. Then he shrugged.
"One, I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to Wasp. And two, I've been here three months. I don't know how that constitutes "Who knows how long," but maybe people are just way more impatient in the 21st Century, I dunno."
My various fanfics.Wasp's expression soured a little. "Pfft. No, that would require Professor Pym to tear his attention away from his microscope and leave the lab." She said, crossing her arms. Her mood didn't improve when she realised that another superhero had wandered into the conversation... and managed to miss her entirely.
"I'm not that small. I thought you archer-types were supposed to have good eyesight." She said, dropping down to the bearded man's eye level and glaring at him a bit. "And it's too late for flattery now - feel free to keep trying, though." She added, her smirk returning as she put her hands on her hips.
Booster, still upside-down, turned to Wasp. "Hey, question." He said, one finger held up. "Can you fly normal-sized? I just figured that would be an easier way for you to get around and stuff." Skeets rolled his eye, speaking for the first time.
"Eloquent as always, sir."
My various fanfics."Oh, I will," said Arrow to Wasp, his smile practically gleaming in the sunlight, "I will. Say, you ever consider a pair of fishnets? 'Cause if people aren't noticing you now, they will then."
He then took a good look at Skeets. "From the future, huh?" He then turned back to Booster. "Are you sure you aren't nuts? For all I know, you could have stolen this... thing from S.T.A.R Labs, Tony Stark, who knows. Doesn't mean you're from the future."
edited 29th Jun '14 2:34:28 PM by kkhohoho

PRISON
"I'll talk to them about it," Rogue reassured her, but frowned. The prison seemingly ignored her comments about the suppression circuitry whenever she made a comment about its sensitivity. Rogue found it rather annoying, personally.
edited 27th Jun '14 6:30:51 PM by GameGuruGG
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