Venkman: Outskirts of the Western Graveyard, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)"She's right."
The man's gaze moved between the Mage and the half Vampire, his eyes wide.
"All I know is I was attacked. I don't know what by."
"Take your time. You just took a hell of a hit, you could be concussed or something." Venkman retained his soft tone
"Are you a doctor?"
"Well...No. Well, sort of. I'm a psychiatrist, but...I have picked up a thing or two along the way."
The man ignored Venkman and turned to face Namorae.
"And what about you?" He sighed, rubbing the side of his head "Are you a doctor?"
-OPEN FOR INTERACTION-
Karla: Cortova's ship, En-Route to ETC HQ, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)
"Oh, you meant me?" Karla placed a hand on her chest
"Who's speaking?" The voice asked
"Doesn't matter. What does matter is the information I'm carrying. Can you put the boss on?"
"Mr Icarus is a very busy man..."
"Tell him it's a matter of life and death."
There was a pause on the line before the computer voice scoffed.
"Do you think you're the first people to try and entice Mr Icarus with such warnings?
"No." Richard added
"He doesn't have time for..."
"Oh, he'll have time for this. Just let the bossman hear us out. If he's not interested we'll take off and leave this planet. Never bother the precious Mr Icarus again. Deal?"
Karla smirked as a landing platform extended from the ETC HQ, presenting itself to the ship.
"And the power of being annoying triumphs again. Take us in. Shadow Lady."
-OPEN TO INTERACTION-
Steve Rodgers: Brymor Crossing, Sword Coast North (Certh, Gladius-II)
Rodgers sat back, his arms folded and listened. The Black Demon Sect, with their hatred of weakness and members willing to lay down their lives for a twisted ideology: It reminded him of HYDRA.
He had to stop them, but a larger threat still loomed not just over Brymor but the entire universe. Thanos was on Earth, and if he got to Vision then half of all life would get wiped out. Getting back to Earth still had to be his number one priority, but he couldn't just walk away from the Black Demon Sect. They were already kidnapping civilians, including children and if their similarities to HYDRA were anything to go by then they could be new recruits.
He'd seen the effects of reprogramming up close, and he would be damned if he was going to let it happen to anyone else.
Nobody had died today, but he was afraid it wouldn't stay that way. Still, he was completely in the dark, with only one lead. The Nameless One was filled with regret but also a fire that could bring the entire organisation down, so long as they worked together.
He'd still need to have a word with the EMT about kicking him into the dirt, but it could wait.
"Why do you think this Black Demon Sect would want to kidnap children?"
@Donder172 @FistOfTheBorkStar @zontar @Freshet
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Jolie Baptiste: New Metropolis, The Badlands (Gladius-IV)"I'm not the one that needs protection, Marcus."
Jolie glanced back at the woman "It's her. And..." She let out a heavy sigh "Tonight has taught me that I won't be able to do it alone."
Her gaze met one of the asylum's cold walls "I was compromised."
There was no doubt in her mind that Crane would be back and she knew there were other corners of her mind he would try and reach into. Buried secrets, past trauma. She was a target, maybe even more so than the Changeling for the Scarecrow's hook.
"I need to make sure we don't miss anything. After that I'm taking her and getting the hell out of this city."
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Doom looked upon the destruction with clenched fists and anger behind his mask. The jukebox was shattered with a blast of small magical energy and the Emperor placed a hand against one of his gauntlets.The Remote Village
As Doom approached the village from above, all that could be heard was distant music. A sickly green fog hung thick in the streets, while lights flickered on and off below. People sat slumped against buildings, with trash cans toppled and windows broken- obvious signs of rioting. Most of the town's doors were gone- some shattered with makeshift rams, most hacked apart with claws. Black feathers littered the streets. All in all, not a good scene. Inside an alehouse, a turned over jukebox sparked and sputtered, playing a tinny rendition of an old pop hit. Suddenly, Doombots laying among the garbage sputtered to life, once again beginning their wild dance and moving throughout the town.
@The Mad Queen
"Defective models. Your Emperor has given you an order. I suggest you follow."
With the command of the true Doom, the machines with his likeness that were affected flew into the atmosphere, and harmlessly self-destructed away from the eyes of Cynthia's citizens.
You are on Doom's world now, fool." Clenching his fists, the Emperor channelled magical energy through his armour "You set foot on this planet and you attack his citizens. For such a crime, you will perish at my hand."
With a punch he shattered a lamppost, reducing it to dust.
"Reveal yourself and I promise it will be quick."