VampirateMace
Internet Overlord
Links:
SU thread: https://forums.serebii.net/threads/multiverse-mash-up-dc-marvel-au-rated-r-su.679539/
Discussion Thread: https://forums.serebii.net/threads/multiverse-discussion-dc-marvel-au-rated-r.680224/
Discord Discussion: https://discord.gg/BgYG4QeErp #multiverse-mash-up
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Approved & Pending Characters:
1) Ghost Skater, Frankie Castillo [22, NY] (VampirateMace)
2) Silent One, Angelo Bolton [17, TX] (InnerFlame)
3) Spider-man, Danny Davis [18, NY] (Monster Guy)
4) Trickster - Locke Kent (TheCharredDragon)
5) *Poison Ivy, Violet MacKellen [26, NJ?] (Sketchie)*
6) Hunter, Lucian Bertinelli [25, NJ] (Schade)
7) The Gremlin, Aaron Arthur Wolff [18, NY] (Scandinavian Apollo)
8) *Harlequinn, Andrea MacKellen [24, NJ?] (Sketchie)*
9) *The Dark Knight, Chris Stayn [35. ??] (Scandinavian Apollo)*
10) Zatara, Giovanni Zatara Jr. “Gio” [25, NV] (Monster Guy)
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13) 'Mister Fantastic' [42, UK] (VampirateMace)
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Rules
Note: Check Discussion thread for world details, timezone chart, fight rules, questions, and more!
1. Obviously, follow the standard forum and sub-forum rules.
2. Don't SPAM, flame, or otherwise harass other players.
3. Don't bunny (control others' character's) without permission. If you know me, you know I am strict on this.
4. A lot of chars here are OP, but remember your character is NOT Omnipotent, Omniscient, or Omnipresent. Do NOT have them know things they shouldn't, teleport, or otherwise god-mode.
5. Put your name(s) and rough location(s) [if possible], and time(s) [again if possible] at the top of your post. If you have two chars, and they are together at the time, be very clear about who is doing what.
6. Do NOT be the idiot that forces me to make more rules (love you guys). If you're not sure if you should do it, either don't, or ask first!
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2 days before Doomsday. . .
Dr. Reed Richards - Mr. Flash
Flash Labs, Cambridgeshire, England
Oct 4th, Monday - 5:00 pm
A high pitched beeping echoed through the dim personal lab of Reed Richards. Reed himself lay across a couch (which he paid some undergrad students to carry up here after a previous time he fell asleep up here), snoring beneath the latest scientific journal. Suddenly he snorted and shook awake, tossing down the journal and looking for the source of the sound that woke him. Breaking into super-speed he rushed around the lab, checking the various pieces of equipment and coming to a stop before an elaborate multi-screen computer set-up. Clicking open the alert he scrolled quickly through the images on screen. Softly he sighed and muttered to himself, stroking his short beard, “Still not clear enough. But how is it moving so fast? Is it alive or can the speed force act on inanimate objects? And in either situation, does it mean I'm in trouble?”
He's asked himself these questions several times over, despite knowing he doesn’t yet have enough information to determine the answers, but contemplating them at least helps him prepare for the possibilities. Impatiently he drummed his fingers against the desk in rapid succession, as he stared at the screen. A light rain started up outside, splattering against the windows and mimicking the sound. Finally he sighed and got up, strolling over to his whiteboard, to go over the math once again.
A new sound greeted his ears, his cell phone's generic default ring tone. Cause who has time to change their ring tone when you're just going to end up hating it anyways? Tossing the grease pen into the air, he ran over and snatched up the phone, returning just in time to catch the pen. No applause, but if there had been an audience, he's sure there would have been. Looking at the phone he saw a name he's not seen in a long while; Ben Grimm. Reed groaned to himself and muttered, “Oh, this'll be good.”
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Frankie Castillo & Zu - Ghost Skater
Little Italy, Manhattan Island, NYC, NY
Oct 4th, Monday - 12:00 nn
'Frankie, what are we doing here?' complained the demon as Frankie rounded a corner. Frankie sighed and whispered to him in a hiss, “Because I'm hungry.”
'I understand that, but why are we here, specifically? You remember what Mickey said, no more handouts. You gotta pay your tab in full.' argued the demon. Frankie shook her head, “I got some money, I'll pay as much as I can, and Toni won't be able to say no to me.”
A passing man looked at her suspiciously and she looked away, before adding, “And stop talking to me in public, I don't like they way they look at me.”
Zu ignored her request, 'But why not go somewhere you can pay in full now, and come here later?
“Best sandwiches in Manhattan,” replied Frankie as she pulled open the door to Mickey & Son's Italian Style Deli. The smell of fresh bread and meat greeted her nose, while a pair of small bells tied to the door handle chimed as she entered. The dining area was packed with the midday rush, and a large naturally tan man in an apron, with slicked back black hair looked up from the service area. Frankie flinched realizing she won't be dealing with Toni today (who normally works Monday's lunch rush), and the man shouted accusingly across his restaurant, with exaggerated hand gestures, “Frankie! You'd better be here to pay your tab!”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm good for it,” lied Frankie cheerily as she started across the restaurant. Zu scoffed and chuckled, 'Heh heh, Liar.'
Any customers that were startled by the owner's yell went back to their own conversations and sandwiches. A flat-screen TV overhead silently displayed flashes of a breaking new story, a fire the night before in Queens, before cutting to a clip of Flash Labs in the UK. The captions announced that they were expecting clearer images of the mysterious comet-like object in the next few days. But nobody read them. Nobody cared. Frankie stepped up to the counter, pulling out her wallet. She pulled out the entire contents, “Let's see, I owe you twenty six right?”
“Thirty six - fifty seven,” recalled Mickey taking the twenty eight dollars out of her hand. Frankie tapped the counter with her knuckles, lying, “Ah man, really? Okay, I should be able to cover it next week.”
“Yeah you'd better,” replied Mickey. Frankie tapped her knuckles a couple times more, softer, then asked hopefully, “Any chance I could get a salami on rye today?”
And now you have no money or food.
“Nope,” replied Mickey tearing a off the receipt slip and noting it with the remaining balance of her tab. He held it out to her. Frankie groaned and swiped it away from him, stuffing it in her empty wallet. He smirked and pointed to the other end of the service counter with his thumb, “But you can take one of the bags of two day old cookies off my hands.”
“Thanks,” accepted Frankie begrudgingly, before trudging over to the basket of stale pressed and brightly decorated cookies. She reached over and plucked out a random bag of assorted cookies, to which Zu chirped, 'Hey look at that, you did get something. Guess I was wrong after all.'
“Shut up,” hissed Frankie stuffing the cookies in her coat pocket as she started for the door. One of the customers behind her commented, “Oh ****, hey, look at that! Hey Mickey, turn up the volume.”
Frankie looked back, and up at the screen. A helicopter view of the Financial District was currently on display, with a bunch of police cars crammed in around a building on a bizarrely empty street. The announcer's voice shook, either from nerves or excitement, “. . . as to why it turned into a hostage situation late this morning. Police are still. . .”
“Ah man,” complained Frankie before a flash of flame engulfed her. People around made startled noises, leaping from their chairs, and Mickey yelled and gestured wildly from the counter, though a little too late, “Frankie! Not in the restaurant!”
“Sorry Mr. Maestri, my bad,” commented the leather clad, flame adorned, skeleton standing where Frankie used to be. Mickey fell silent at the demonic sounding voice (which he'd never actually heard it in person before), and Ghost Skater dashed for the door. She ran across the street, picking up a bit of speed before transforming her boots into skates on the way to the Financial District. . .
SU thread: https://forums.serebii.net/threads/multiverse-mash-up-dc-marvel-au-rated-r-su.679539/
Discussion Thread: https://forums.serebii.net/threads/multiverse-discussion-dc-marvel-au-rated-r.680224/
Discord Discussion: https://discord.gg/BgYG4QeErp #multiverse-mash-up
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Approved & Pending Characters:
1) Ghost Skater, Frankie Castillo [22, NY] (VampirateMace)
2) Silent One, Angelo Bolton [17, TX] (InnerFlame)
3) Spider-man, Danny Davis [18, NY] (Monster Guy)
4) Trickster - Locke Kent (TheCharredDragon)
5) *Poison Ivy, Violet MacKellen [26, NJ?] (Sketchie)*
6) Hunter, Lucian Bertinelli [25, NJ] (Schade)
7) The Gremlin, Aaron Arthur Wolff [18, NY] (Scandinavian Apollo)
8) *Harlequinn, Andrea MacKellen [24, NJ?] (Sketchie)*
9) *The Dark Knight, Chris Stayn [35. ??] (Scandinavian Apollo)*
10) Zatara, Giovanni Zatara Jr. “Gio” [25, NV] (Monster Guy)
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13) 'Mister Fantastic' [42, UK] (VampirateMace)
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Rules
Note: Check Discussion thread for world details, timezone chart, fight rules, questions, and more!
1. Obviously, follow the standard forum and sub-forum rules.
2. Don't SPAM, flame, or otherwise harass other players.
3. Don't bunny (control others' character's) without permission. If you know me, you know I am strict on this.
4. A lot of chars here are OP, but remember your character is NOT Omnipotent, Omniscient, or Omnipresent. Do NOT have them know things they shouldn't, teleport, or otherwise god-mode.
5. Put your name(s) and rough location(s) [if possible], and time(s) [again if possible] at the top of your post. If you have two chars, and they are together at the time, be very clear about who is doing what.
6. Do NOT be the idiot that forces me to make more rules (love you guys). If you're not sure if you should do it, either don't, or ask first!
____
2 days before Doomsday. . .
Dr. Reed Richards - Mr. Flash
Flash Labs, Cambridgeshire, England
Oct 4th, Monday - 5:00 pm
A high pitched beeping echoed through the dim personal lab of Reed Richards. Reed himself lay across a couch (which he paid some undergrad students to carry up here after a previous time he fell asleep up here), snoring beneath the latest scientific journal. Suddenly he snorted and shook awake, tossing down the journal and looking for the source of the sound that woke him. Breaking into super-speed he rushed around the lab, checking the various pieces of equipment and coming to a stop before an elaborate multi-screen computer set-up. Clicking open the alert he scrolled quickly through the images on screen. Softly he sighed and muttered to himself, stroking his short beard, “Still not clear enough. But how is it moving so fast? Is it alive or can the speed force act on inanimate objects? And in either situation, does it mean I'm in trouble?”
He's asked himself these questions several times over, despite knowing he doesn’t yet have enough information to determine the answers, but contemplating them at least helps him prepare for the possibilities. Impatiently he drummed his fingers against the desk in rapid succession, as he stared at the screen. A light rain started up outside, splattering against the windows and mimicking the sound. Finally he sighed and got up, strolling over to his whiteboard, to go over the math once again.
A new sound greeted his ears, his cell phone's generic default ring tone. Cause who has time to change their ring tone when you're just going to end up hating it anyways? Tossing the grease pen into the air, he ran over and snatched up the phone, returning just in time to catch the pen. No applause, but if there had been an audience, he's sure there would have been. Looking at the phone he saw a name he's not seen in a long while; Ben Grimm. Reed groaned to himself and muttered, “Oh, this'll be good.”
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Frankie Castillo & Zu - Ghost Skater
Little Italy, Manhattan Island, NYC, NY
Oct 4th, Monday - 12:00 nn
'Frankie, what are we doing here?' complained the demon as Frankie rounded a corner. Frankie sighed and whispered to him in a hiss, “Because I'm hungry.”
'I understand that, but why are we here, specifically? You remember what Mickey said, no more handouts. You gotta pay your tab in full.' argued the demon. Frankie shook her head, “I got some money, I'll pay as much as I can, and Toni won't be able to say no to me.”
A passing man looked at her suspiciously and she looked away, before adding, “And stop talking to me in public, I don't like they way they look at me.”
Zu ignored her request, 'But why not go somewhere you can pay in full now, and come here later?
“Best sandwiches in Manhattan,” replied Frankie as she pulled open the door to Mickey & Son's Italian Style Deli. The smell of fresh bread and meat greeted her nose, while a pair of small bells tied to the door handle chimed as she entered. The dining area was packed with the midday rush, and a large naturally tan man in an apron, with slicked back black hair looked up from the service area. Frankie flinched realizing she won't be dealing with Toni today (who normally works Monday's lunch rush), and the man shouted accusingly across his restaurant, with exaggerated hand gestures, “Frankie! You'd better be here to pay your tab!”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm good for it,” lied Frankie cheerily as she started across the restaurant. Zu scoffed and chuckled, 'Heh heh, Liar.'
Any customers that were startled by the owner's yell went back to their own conversations and sandwiches. A flat-screen TV overhead silently displayed flashes of a breaking new story, a fire the night before in Queens, before cutting to a clip of Flash Labs in the UK. The captions announced that they were expecting clearer images of the mysterious comet-like object in the next few days. But nobody read them. Nobody cared. Frankie stepped up to the counter, pulling out her wallet. She pulled out the entire contents, “Let's see, I owe you twenty six right?”
“Thirty six - fifty seven,” recalled Mickey taking the twenty eight dollars out of her hand. Frankie tapped the counter with her knuckles, lying, “Ah man, really? Okay, I should be able to cover it next week.”
“Yeah you'd better,” replied Mickey. Frankie tapped her knuckles a couple times more, softer, then asked hopefully, “Any chance I could get a salami on rye today?”
And now you have no money or food.
“Nope,” replied Mickey tearing a off the receipt slip and noting it with the remaining balance of her tab. He held it out to her. Frankie groaned and swiped it away from him, stuffing it in her empty wallet. He smirked and pointed to the other end of the service counter with his thumb, “But you can take one of the bags of two day old cookies off my hands.”
“Thanks,” accepted Frankie begrudgingly, before trudging over to the basket of stale pressed and brightly decorated cookies. She reached over and plucked out a random bag of assorted cookies, to which Zu chirped, 'Hey look at that, you did get something. Guess I was wrong after all.'
“Shut up,” hissed Frankie stuffing the cookies in her coat pocket as she started for the door. One of the customers behind her commented, “Oh ****, hey, look at that! Hey Mickey, turn up the volume.”
Frankie looked back, and up at the screen. A helicopter view of the Financial District was currently on display, with a bunch of police cars crammed in around a building on a bizarrely empty street. The announcer's voice shook, either from nerves or excitement, “. . . as to why it turned into a hostage situation late this morning. Police are still. . .”
“Ah man,” complained Frankie before a flash of flame engulfed her. People around made startled noises, leaping from their chairs, and Mickey yelled and gestured wildly from the counter, though a little too late, “Frankie! Not in the restaurant!”
“Sorry Mr. Maestri, my bad,” commented the leather clad, flame adorned, skeleton standing where Frankie used to be. Mickey fell silent at the demonic sounding voice (which he'd never actually heard it in person before), and Ghost Skater dashed for the door. She ran across the street, picking up a bit of speed before transforming her boots into skates on the way to the Financial District. . .
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