[identity profile] exiles-extras.livejournal.com
The enormous vessel has entered Earth's solar system - seemingly oblivious to all broadcast entreaties, it inexorably closes the distance to Earth. So insignificant to the ship's master are the beings of Earth that only the most perfunctory of the ship's defenses have been activated.
[identity profile] certaindoom.livejournal.com
The homeland is not the land Doom loved anymore. It is as if he taught them nothing in his time as monarch, and they have happily begun to lap up the Richards doctrine like every other mongrel society willing to prostrate itself for the sake of new gadgetry.

There are parts of Latveria that even Richards has not discovered. That would be this mountain stronghold that Doom has guided this motley crew of minions toward, after magically rendering Grimm unconscious for the journey. It is Doom's intention that the Richards Regime never discovers the location of this secret base.

The sadly-labeled "Fantasticar" makes its landing suddenly, after plunging through cloud cover that seems now like a mystical illusion once they find themselves in the depths of this cavern.

"Disembark and follow me," comes the cold metallic vice of Doom, as he strides down the main corridor.
[identity profile] certaindoom.livejournal.com
Colonel Parker's crew of fools has been subjugated, and now Doom strides through the corridors, leading this motley assortment of fodder and strategically concealing the group from prying security eyes.

"Grimm," Doom says, in a condescending tone. "Do you have an adequate craft, or shall I summon my own?"
[identity profile] agentof.livejournal.com
The entry door of the hallway to Doom's cell slides open - revealing a very triumphant-looking Colonel Peter Parker, accompanied by ten agents in SHIELD garb - some of whom are entering by crawling on the ceiling or the walls.

Parker smiles. "I got you this time, Grimm. Richards and the council won't stand for this.."

He looks to his soldiers.

"Thompson, you take the pale metamorph - use the stunners. Hardy - get on Doom before he gets his bearings. Drew, on their 'Spider-Man'. The rest of you, pick opponents, take them down. Teamwork, people.."

Colonel Parker fixes his gaze on Sarah.

"I'll take the bulletproof one."
[identity profile] agentof.livejournal.com
It is said that the level of civilization in a society can be judged by how it treats its prisoners, and in the Science Council's utopia, that seems to be very well, indeed. The common prisons are clean, efficient places focusing on rehabilitation - low recidivism rates and humane conditions.

There is a special facility, though - designed for holding the most dangerous, incorrigible prisoners. Those with the highest risk of escape. The Vault is a highly-secure facility, staffed by semi-intelligent androids - programmed to maintain the facility and meet the prisoners' needs. Except, of course, the need for human contact.

General Grimm's clearance is faultless, and opens the automated doors without hesitation, revealing the row of reinforced doors that house the few prisoners deemed dangerous enough to place here.
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
Morph leads the way down through the Baxter Building, towards temporary quarters that have been prepared for the Exiles.

"Nice fellows, but that could've gone better. I mean, the only girls in there besides the ones we brought with us were Parker's goons. Also, I don't think they were convinced. That's probably important too."
[identity profile] agentof.livejournal.com
The flight, as advertised, is brief - slightly less than four minutes to reach the Helicarrier, ahead of the final moments of sundown. A sturdy room is arranged for Roxy, while the others are ushered into a pleasant but perfunctory briefing room, while medical technicians flit about, looking for signs of contagion.

The small assortment of magazines are soon supplemented with briefing folders - high level views of recent history, designed with interdimensional travelers in mind. Delivering the folders is a green-haired woman with an air of curt authority.

"I'm Special Agent Brand, Liaison to Offworld Visitors, amongst my other duties. I'm here to baby-sit you while we wait for the Director. I've got instructions to answer your questions to the best of my ability, provided there are no security implications."

The recitation of the speech gives the impression she does it just often enough for it to have become rote.

"We've got food here, if you require it. If you have special nutritional needs, let us know."

SHIELD agents, on cue, wheel in carts of food, fresh from the Helicarrier's cafeteria.

Pax Terra

Oct. 17th, 2007 10:25 pm
[identity profile] exiles-extras.livejournal.com
Another world, another dollar - the Exiles are enjoying a practical vacation one minute, and the next, they're being unceremoniously dumped in what appears to be Central Park. The New York skyline is visible all around, in the dim twilight - but it's taller, and shinier, than most would remember.

On a closer look, lines of hovercars flit in an orderly fashion around the building as workers return to their homes after a long day on the job.

The park, at least, is relatively untouched by the high-technology surroundings.
[identity profile] house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com
It's a heck of a spread for four people. Mounds of fried rice with small things diced in it, diced vegetables with mysterious bits, a soup with a suspicious fatty floating lump in the middle, a spicy ground substance that's probably meat - well, mostly meat, mushroom shrimp, mu-shu. And, for the unadventurous, a double order each of General Tso's and Sweet and Sour Chicken. There are three extra chairs and sets of silverware, just in case the rest of the crew make it over.

Raven takes a drink of her Tsing Tao. "You know, I honestly forget just how hot I am. If we'd had time on that last world, I would've loved to do myself. She'd get over her prudishness."
[identity profile] house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com
The carnage in the hotel ballroom disappears in a gut wrenching wave of nausea and blurryness. When she can see again, she's on her knees, surrounded by her fellow Exiles.

Raven braces herself for the worst. Zombies roaming the streets, the sun blotted out by swarms of locusts, a world where every restaurant is non-smoking. She opens her eyes and sees...a suburban strip mall.

A Best Buy anchors one end. The other end is held down by a Dick's Sporting Goods. In between, there are a couple of ethnic restaurants, some clothing stores, and, to her immense relief, a Cox Smoker's Outlet.

Reunion

Aug. 16th, 2007 09:29 pm
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
Back at the hotel, after a night of knocking around street criminals, Morph's ready to drop a bombshell of good news - so he goes to wake up Irving - after resuming his normal form.

"Hey, kiddo, wake up. I gots news for you."
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
'Ben Reilly' makes his way back to the Daily Bugle, after calling ahead to set up a meeting. In the pocket of his trenchcoat, very persuasive and valuable evidence.

There are fewer stares this time, despite his resemblance to their late colleague - after all, gossip travels fast, and Pete's cousin from out of town has been a frequent item of discussion.

Morph makes his way to Urich's office with a little grin on his face.
[identity profile] lehnsherr-erik.livejournal.com
Erik has become very adept over the years at reading the currents of social events. This is something that took him a long time but he has slowly overcome his tendencies to dominate the room and become the force of the movements. Now he reads that the party has come to a natural pause and steps towards the front of the room to the stage. Someone nearby taps their fork against one of the champagne glasses and the pure crystal tone rings out in the room gathering everyone's attention.

"Greetings and welcome to all and thank you for coming. Today we celebrate the upcoming union of my daughter Lorna to her intended Alex Summers. It is our fondest wish today that you enjoy the festivities and become involved in every facet of the celebration so that you may share with us the happiness that we feel on this day." Most of his accent has been trained out over the years leaving him with a mellow tone that is almost musical to listen to. Today emotions are a little higher and along with his slightly unusual speech manner there is an audible hint of his beginnings in his voice.

"Lorna was a gift I never thought to receive after the blessings that I had already had in my life. From the first time she was laid in my arms she has always been a constant source of joy in my life. She is the child that I have been able to be near and raise from the moment she was born and I believe that her siblings and I have always felt incredibly lucky to have her with us.

She has always been our interpreter to the modern world in a way. Her ability to move through this world and understand all it’s interpretations through eyes untouched by war has been something very helpful to our family.

I am more proud of her than I could ever express to you.

I welcome her soon to be husband to our family and hope that he will be as much a teacher to us as Lorna. From this day on their new life together will evolve from a fresh beginning. During each day they will strive to grow and adjust to each other and establish a foundation for the home that is their marriage.”

He raises the pure crystal champagne glass he has held in his hand to Lorna and Alex with a smile slightly tinged with sadness. He would never express it in public but there is a feeling he wishes she could have a marriage of her own making as he had with Magda, but as that is never to be he will never let anyone else know of his wish.

“Join me in toasting Lorna and Alex and wish them a life of love, health and happiness.”
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
After a short stopover at police headquarters, impersonating a few officers to check out the evidence in the Gargoyle case, as well as Parker's murder, Morph was ready for the next step.

It didn't take much doing to find out which window belonged to Crystal - figuring out when she'd be relatively lonely in the house was trickier, what with Quicksilver's speed. Once things look relatively clear, Morph makes his move.

A trenchcoated "Peter Parker" makes his way to a darkened window, pausing to examine the security measures briefly, before sending in a nonconductive tendril of his malleable flesh to undo the lock, allowing him to slip inside.
[identity profile] rogue-starsr.livejournal.com
Sarah has returned to the hotel room with a freshly bought notebook and pens. As annoying as writing with one hand is, she's doing her best to piece what they know together and make some sense of it all.
Fighting giant robots in an endless guerilla war? Sure.
Take on the insane sorceror supreme of some insane dimension? Great.
Fight a vampire queen over a savaged landscape? Can do.
Battle not one, but two of the Hulk's most powerful incarnations? Best not repeated, but done without hesitation.

Play amateur detective? She's way out of her depth.

She's jotted down that she knows Peter was on the mob beat.
She notes that he was roughed up badly, literally beaten to death... that takes some doing.
She notes what she knows of the Lensherrs and Summers -
Lensherrs: conservative. Absorbed the Inhumans media empire. Known members - Magneto, Quicksilver, Crystal... presumably Polaris and/or Scarlet Witch. Alleged Mobsters with great lawyers.
Summers: aggressive business people. Very different style than Lensherrs. High tech profile. Known members - presumably Cyclops and Havok. Others?

After that she starts drawing a blank. Her notes getting a little more haphazard.

Families considering a merger. Mention of other parties who might be opposed to the deal?
Who else is involved?
Major figures in other worlds... Xavier, Forge, Angel, Storm, Jean Grey?
Any remaining Inhumans?

Then she tosses it onto the table, glancing at it in frustration now and then.

"Which brings me no closer to any fatal loins or Peter's killer." she sighs.
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
Morph's shifted his disguise for this leg of the journey - carefully crafting the facial features of his assumed identity for a familial resemblance to certain folk. Accompanying the false face are a trenchcoat, a fedora hat, and a somewhat brusque manner.

He steps up to the receptionist at the Daily Bugle.

"I need to see Ben Urich. Tell him it's Peter Parker's cousin."
[identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
Morph's made his way over to Irving's perfectly recited address, travelling incognito - or, at least as incognito as a man can be when he looks like Humphrey Bogart having stepped directly out of the Maltese Falcon.

"Schtick with me, schweetheart, and you'll go places.."

He flashes an un-Bogart-like grin at his travelling companion, Roxy.
[identity profile] exiles-2h.livejournal.com
"Golly," Irving says, looking around at the hotel suite. "This place is real big. Do you ever get lost?"

Then he sees the television and makes a beeline for it. "Holy smokes! You get all the channels here!"
[identity profile] marvel-citizens.livejournal.com
Irving was waiting in the same spot, as patient as a monument, when Spider-Man returned with more than spaghetti in hand. Though Irving was initially a little wary of Morph, the shapeshifter soon put him at ease with a few quips and impersonations that set the young mutant to giggling. Irving didn't know Rodney Dangerfield from Dom DeLuis, but he knew silly voices and funny faces when presented for his entertainment.

Halfway through the promised spaghetti, he squinted at Spider-Man, then at Morph, and asked, "Do you work for a paper, like Peter did?"
[identity profile] spidey2099.livejournal.com
It's a hell of a place.

They have seven suites on the top floor. The ritziest kind of opulent glamour of the era. Everything's comfortable, everything's stylized, and everyone gets their own hot showers.

Thanks to one guy getting sick of a neverending journey through crap.

"Here we are, kids. Try not to damage the upholstery. And if anyone's around, my name is Tyler Stone."

His throat constricts and tastes of vomit just for saying that.

"You're welcome."

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