u/Anonymous-Muse

The night was dark, only lit by a lantern Stephen carried. The wind whipped and screeched. This part of the East Coast was more creepy, to the normal person. The area was dark at night, and the giant thick trees didn't help. Something moved. Stephen looked at Bruce, who shook his head no. It wasn't Bruce who moved. Strange looked back in front of him, viewing a horrific animalistic amalgamation standing there menacingly...

((I think alt only wants it to be Hulk and Strange so no interactions outside of that))

((TW))

2002/ October 3rd 11:15 PM - Road/Bed - Norman Osborn Is Not Redeemable

The night was dark but empty. Eugene rode in a red car. He was leaving another AA meeting and he was tired. Slowly he was losing consciousness but he was pushing himself. He pushed the peddle down more, the car sped up at this. The car’s headlights slowly illuminated the silhouette of a man in the road, until it fully revealed the Green Goblin.

“W-What?!”

Flash tried to push the brakes but they weren’t working, causing him to spin the real, leading him off the road. The car bumped and spun out of control, heading towards Midtown High. He went straight through the wall, causing a fiery crash into the gymnasium. Green Goblin walked towards Eugene, lifting him up by his shirt.

Green Goblin’s sinister voice echoed,”Oh, hello there Flash. Didn’t see you there over all those drinks. No matter how many meetings, you’re the same old drunk.”

Eugene bolted up in a cold sweat. Just another memory that forged itself into a dream.

((No reply))

October 3rd 8:44 AM - Avengers Academy - Breakfast

Janet Van Dyne sits in the teacher lounge while eating breakfast. She looks at the television screen with the news playing. She tuned out most of it but it was talking about a bloody crime scene found in Oscorp. Same old, same old.

((Open for interaction))

October 3rd 5:39 AM - A.I.M. Headquarters - They’re Catching On

Roberto Da Costa sat in his office, looking at a screen with three silhouettes.

The first silhouette illuminated as it spoke,”I believe the heroes are catching on, fortunately they will be too slow for the election.”

The second one spoke,”True, the city is favoring me over Mister Clean and Mister Sinister.”

Roberto leaned in as he spoke,”Any known complications at the moment?”

The third silhouette spoke,”Eugene Thompson, The Agent Anti-Venom. He’s smart. He is interrupting our business by the docks.”

Roberto responds,”Okay, I will see what possibilities we have to distract him…”

((Yes, Roberto is mildly a villain in this sub. And no replies please.))

October 3rd 4:13 AM - Avengers Academy - The Synthetic Man

“Professor Horton said it was an accident that I burst into flames. But what if he knew... What if he intended this -- he already knew what you were doing? My creator, Phineas Horton, was Jewish. You burned them. You did this! You would claim to be masters of the world. This. This is why I am the way I am. Let this be a taste of eternity. So you will know hell when you get there.”

I remember that.

Saying that to him.

Before he died.

Before I inflicted his torture back at himself.

I took a life.

He took more.

I was bad.

He was worse.

I am synthetic.

He was not.

Am I good because I’m synthetic?

Or was he bad because he was not?

((No replies, this is all in his head))

October 3rd, 3:33 AM - Sanctum Sanctorum - Night Visits

Doctor Strange drank from the cup, something was off, but he hasn’t slept in many days. Stephen rubbed his eyes, something was off. Stephen stood up, stumbling a bit. His vision was slow and dizzy. Stephen fell onto the ground, looking up at the face above him.

Sunspot spoke with pain in his chest,”I… didn’t want to do this to you, doctor, but I had to…"

((Replies would be in the morning (after Roberto left)))

October 3rd, 1:08 AM - Graveyard - Spirit of Vengeance

The muddy ground stirs and shakes. The wind whips and leaves blow around the air. Lightning crackles in the sky. The dirt from the grave that is significantly more spaced out from others pushes upward. A hand is clawing from below. And then a hand made of cracked burnt stone reaches out of the ground.

*You are mine, Peter.*

“I… am… the Spirit of Vengeance. Nothing will stop me from inflicting pain on all those who have inflicted pain on innocent…”

*That is right.*

“I… am… the Spirit of Vengeance!”

The stone of his arm burns away, revealing a bone made out of burning granite. A man, if it could even be called that any more, rips out of the grave. He was more of a husk now, only fire and granite forged bones wearing the suit of the one once known as Trapster. His skull was burning bright. Two bronze gemstones sat in his eyesockets.

“I was once stone… before that I was once flesh… now I AM THE SPIRIT OF VENGEANCE!”

((Replies are open))

October 2nd, 8:11 PM - “Madrox’s” Room - Reflection

The night was cold and wet. Rain poured from the grey clouds above. The rain pounded on the city below, streaks running down buildings and other constructions in the city.

“Madrox”, not the real one of course as no one has seen him for over two weeks, watched the rain from inside an apartment. Only a couple walls down contained his team planning on how to take him down. He knew this of course, he had obviously bugged the room, and he was planning his next moves calmly. He couldn’t just kill them, he needed them alive, and that meant he had to be more convincing. Sure, he could admit letting Shocker go was not the best idea, but he couldn’t make up for a lot of the other stuff…

The group knew he bugged the rooms, that was apparent. They also knew he wasn’t Madrox. They’ve known this for about a week, they’ve just been playing their part well. So there they were, the Heroes of I.R.O.N. just standing around a table playing their part. Their part, the one they want to play. Not the part “Madrox” wanted them to play...

((No replies))

October 1st, 9:47 PM - Cyclops’ Room - Mutant Tracking Idea

Scott Summers pulled out his phone as it rang in his bag.

“What’s the update?” Scott speaks into the phone as he answers.

Eugene responded,”It isn’t Madrox. Just sent me on a wild goose chase. I think it was to get something but he needed a witness that those screw ups didn’t do it. I don’t understand why. Maybe it was because we wouldn’t believe low level crooks could do it. I need you to boot up your brain box and scan for Madrox… the real one…”

“Okay. In the morning.” Cyclops hangs up, turning to the window. He looked out into the lawn. If Madrox was replaced, who else was? Sunpot? Beast? Petra? Darwin? Who else could be replaced?

((Replies will be after the call ends.))

October 1st, 9:42 PM - New York City - The Other Stuff

The rain poured down onto the city, streets soaked with water. The water ran down in streaks on buildings and cars. It was a cold day in New York City. The city had experienced way worse than a simple storm, that was obvious. Many battles were fought there. Many against lesser villains. Some against planetary threats.

The crew stood on the rooftop, looking over the edge of it. The clouds above stained grey, leaking a large amount of rain. The air stunk of smoke and pollution. The building in front of them leaked it. Large green glowing lettering on the side indicated what building they were watching. The letters spelled the name “Oscorp.”

“Get in, get out. That’s what the boss said to do,” a bulky masked man said with sickness in his voice. He raised an arm up, wiping the rain off his biker helmet.

“In n’ out, gotcha,” a somewhat impulsive masked woman said with a little joy in her voice.

The crew walked towards a zipline they had already set up to lead them to an entrance of Oscorp. One by one they went down the zipline. First the one that appeared to be the one in command of the crew went. Then the impulsive woman went. Then one that seemed to be the physically weakest of the group. And then before the fourth and fifth members of the crew could go a man called out from above.

“Ain’t it my favorite losers on the block?” Agent Anti-Venom jumped down, landing on the ground and rolling towards them, aiming his guns up. “Ah, it is! Hello Parker and Patrick. I assume Petra, Peter, and Perry are down there on the soon to be mayor’s building? You people probably voted for him too, I assume,” Agent Anti-Venom said, recognizing the group of f-tier nameless villains that he totally has talked to in previous posts and I’m not making them up as I go.

“It’s ‘dat white bug Ah-Ah-Vay!” Parker called out.

“Woah! Don’t base my appearan–”

“Ya’ know exactly what I meant, Ah-Ah-Vay!” Parker said as he interrupted Agent Anti-Venom. Parker grabs a crowbar off of his back and charges at Agent Anti-Venom, intending to swing at him. Before Parker gets to even swing the crowbar Agent Anti-Venom fires numerous bullets at Parker, sending him back. Where Agent Anti-Venom expected Parker to fall back, protected by a bullet proof vest like usual, the bullets just went through him, sending a green smoke out of the holes.

Patrick stumbles backwards in shock as he says,”What the f–”

Agent Anti-Venom interrupts Patrick,”That’s new… for him… can he usually do that?”

Patrick replies,”I… I don’t… I don’t think so.”

Agent Anti-Venom was about to start talking until bloody screams emerged from where the crew entered Oscorp from. Agent Anti-Venom ran towards the side of the building, jumping off and swinging through an Oscorp window.

“O-oh my–”

The room was disheveled, blood thrown all over along with body parts. The box that an arm was reaching for was empty, only green mist leaking from the vents. Eugene whipped out a phone dialling up Cyclops.

((No Replies, Please))

(27-MSH)

... Quicksilver to be played by someone else

Welcome, a DC roleplay sub is opened now. Very similar to this one in terms of rules. Anyways, enjoy r/DC_Comic_Roleplays!

See you all there!

Hello there, if you are seeing this you probably like roleplay. Well, I am making a roleplay discord server for any franchise that you can think of. The only characters that are banned are ones too powerful and ones that are problematic. Reply to this post if you have any questions or DM me.

I will put the link in the comments.

Strange sits waiting for the mobilization of Loki's team, one he didn't trust all too much.

He looks at a picture of Asgard sitting on a table next to him.

He couldn't get the title of Sorcerer Supreme on Earth... but maybe he could on Asgard...

The leaves blew gently in the wind, fluttering against the breeze calm and nice.

The park bench where she sat was carved ever so slightly by someone probably gone by now. Cut into the opposite side to Yelena was ths date: June 1st, 1964. She didn't know what it meant, but assumed it was when tge bench was put there.

She looked out onto the open ocean, the waters were calm.

In ear shot were kids laughing and playing games like Frisbee or Cornhole.

Birds flew overhead, others perched in trees, and some landing on the ground.

It was a peaceful place.

Surprisingly Yelena had never heard of this place until now.

Where are we, Miss Yelena Belova.

The voice was cold and metallic.

She looked around. No one.

Who's there?

She expected a response but nothing happened, no voice.

She looked around again.

The kids and their laughter were gone.

The wind picked up.

The branches were pushed by the strong winds.

The water moved faster and fast.

Then everything went back to normal.

She was panicking, but assumed it was from her lack of sleep. She rubs her eyes, hoping to prevent more.

My name is Jamie Madrox, Yelena, and you are not at a park.

((No interactions))

M̵̢̛̛͉͙̗̓̀̀̀͊̄̎̎̊̔̉̇͛́̌̀̈́̃̉̐̒̅̈́̈́̀̓̆̈́̅̈̎̂̂͛̉̀̾̊̈̌̓̈́̅́̍͠͝͠A̸̧̢̢̢̛̟̩͍̙̤̻̲͇̫̟͇͎̭̻̪̟̍͑͒͐̈́̾̒̈́̌͛̋͒̒̇̽̈́̃̿̌́̆͐̍͑̑̄̈́͂̐͗̚͜͠͝͝ͅD̶͔̲̥̗͇͒̈̈̎̎̍̇͒̇̍̿̀̐̋̿̓̍̏͛͊̀̒̓͋̂͐̏̈́̆͒̎̍̈̍͊̿͛̌̍̃͐͘̚͘͠͝R̵͓͇͇̣̳͇̙͖̮̈́̃͒̉͂͌͌̐̓̈́͊͋̀̉̅͗̎̒̓̂̀̍̎̅̀͘͘̕͝O̴̱̯̫̔̾̓̄͋͜X̴̢̡̧̛̥̯̬͎̜͕̙̮̣͚͕̖͙̖̹̻̟̣̻̻̂̉̽̈͐̈́̃̉́͊͠: You saved the best for last, huh?

FOGGY: Oh, yeah, this place is a shithole--

They sit down at the bar.

FOGGY: ...but it's our shithole. The city's tried to shut it down half a dozen times, but I helped Josie with the liens, and as a result, we get to drink for free.

JOSIE: You absolutely do not get to drink for free.

Passes a drink and two glasses down.

FOGGY: Let's agree to disagree.

Foggy pours themselves drinks and then passes M̵̢̛̛͉͙̗̓̀̀̀͊̄̎̎̊̔̉̇͛́̌̀̈́̃̉̐̒̅̈́̈́̀̓̆̈́̅̈̎̂̂͛̉̀̾̊̈̌̓̈́̅́̍͠͝͠A̸̧̢̢̢̛̟̩͍̙̤̻̲͇̫̟͇͎̭̻̪̟̍͑͒͐̈́̾̒̈́̌͛̋͒̒̇̽̈́̃̿̌́̆͐̍͑̑̄̈́͂̐͗̚͜͠͝͝ͅD̶͔̲̥̗͇͒̈̈̎̎̍̇͒̇̍̿̀̐̋̿̓̍̏͛͊̀̒̓͋̂͐̏̈́̆͒̎̍̈̍͊̿͛̌̍̃͐͘̚͘͠͝R̵͓͇͇̣̳͇̙͖̮̈́̃͒̉͂͌͌̐̓̈́͊͋̀̉̅͗̎̒̓̂̀̍̎̅̀͘͘̕͝O̴̱̯̫̔̾̓̄͋͜X̴̢̡̧̛̥̯̬͎̜͕̙̮̣͚͕̖͙̖̹̻̟̣̻̻̂̉̽̈͐̈́̃̉́͊͠ one.

M̵̢̛̛͉͙̗̓̀̀̀͊̄̎̎̊̔̉̇͛́̌̀̈́̃̉̐̒̅̈́̈́̀̓̆̈́̅̈̎̂̂͛̉̀̾̊̈̌̓̈́̅́̍͠͝͠A̸̧̢̢̢̛̟̩͍̙̤̻̲͇̫̟͇͎̭̻̪̟̍͑͒͐̈́̾̒̈́̌͛̋͒̒̇̽̈́̃̿̌́̆͐̍͑̑̄̈́͂̐͗̚͜͠͝͝ͅD̶͔̲̥̗͇͒̈̈̎̎̍̇͒̇̍̿̀̐̋̿̓̍̏͛͊̀̒̓͋̂͐̏̈́̆͒̎̍̈̍͊̿͛̌̍̃͐͘̚͘͠͝R̵͓͇͇̣̳͇̙͖̮̈́̃͒̉͂͌͌̐̓̈́͊͋̀̉̅͗̎̒̓̂̀̍̎̅̀͘͘̕͝O̴̱̯̫̔̾̓̄͋͜X̴̢̡̧̛̥̯̬͎̜͕̙̮̣͚͕̖͙̖̹̻̟̣̻̻̂̉̽̈͐̈́̃̉́͊͠: Thank you.

FOGGY: Cheers.

They clink their glasses together and drink. They didn't know each other, hell one has amnesia, but they did act friendly.

((Anyone can walk up to them, but don't have ypur character recognize M̵̢̛̛͉͙̗̓̀̀̀͊̄̎̎̊̔̉̇͛́̌̀̈́̃̉̐̒̅̈́̈́̀̓̆̈́̅̈̎̂̂͛̉̀̾̊̈̌̓̈́̅́̍͠͝͠A̸̧̢̢̢̛̟̩͍̙̤̻̲͇̫̟͇͎̭̻̪̟̍͑͒͐̈́̾̒̈́̌͛̋͒̒̇̽̈́̃̿̌́̆͐̍͑̑̄̈́͂̐͗̚͜͠͝͝ͅD̶͔̲̥̗͇͒̈̈̎̎̍̇͒̇̍̿̀̐̋̿̓̍̏͛͊̀̒̓͋̂͐̏̈́̆͒̎̍̈̍͊̿͛̌̍̃͐͘̚͘͠͝R̵͓͇͇̣̳͇̙͖̮̈́̃͒̉͂͌͌̐̓̈́͊͋̀̉̅͗̎̒̓̂̀̍̎̅̀͘͘̕͝O̴̱̯̫̔̾̓̄͋͜X̴̢̡̧̛̥̯̬͎̜͕̙̮̣͚͕̖͙̖̹̻̟̣̻̻̂̉̽̈͐̈́̃̉́͊͠. His face is probably cut up or some excuse. Also, apologies on the M̵̢̛̛͉͙̗̓̀̀̀͊̄̎̎̊̔̉̇͛́̌̀̈́̃̉̐̒̅̈́̈́̀̓̆̈́̅̈̎̂̂͛̉̀̾̊̈̌̓̈́̅́̍͠͝͠A̸̧̢̢̢̛̟̩͍̙̤̻̲͇̫̟͇͎̭̻̪̟̍͑͒͐̈́̾̒̈́̌͛̋͒̒̇̽̈́̃̿̌́̆͐̍͑̑̄̈́͂̐͗̚͜͠͝͝ͅD̶͔̲̥̗͇͒̈̈̎̎̍̇͒̇̍̿̀̐̋̿̓̍̏͛͊̀̒̓͋̂͐̏̈́̆͒̎̍̈̍͊̿͛̌̍̃͐͘̚͘͠͝R̵͓͇͇̣̳͇̙͖̮̈́̃͒̉͂͌͌̐̓̈́͊͋̀̉̅͗̎̒̓̂̀̍̎̅̀͘͘̕͝O̴̱̯̫̔̾̓̄͋͜X̴̢̡̧̛̥̯̬͎̜͕̙̮̣͚͕̖͙̖̹̻̟̣̻̻̂̉̽̈͐̈́̃̉́͊͠, testing something out.))