[OBSERVATION: IT SEEMS IT IS NOW MY TURN TO KEEP UP THE END OF THE BARGAIN...]
[WARNING: I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN THE LOT OF YOU. MOST HAVE PROMISED TO CARRY OUT THE MISSION, BUT HAVE BROUGHT NO RESULTS. SOME OF YOU HAVE OUTRIGHT REFUSED AND NOW YOUR CONSEQUENCES WILL BE YOUR ADDITION TO THOSE THAT NEED TO BE CULLED.]
[PRAISE: AGENT LABELLE. YOU HAVE PROVEN TO BE AN AGENT WORTHY OF THIS TEAM AND A DEAL IS A DEAL. I DO LIKE BEING AN AI OF MY WORD.]
[OBSERVATION: MISTER LAUFEYSON. YOUR CLAIM TO BEING THE DIRECTOR IS FALSE. YOU ARE NOT THE DIRECTOR BECAUSE…]
[… I am.]
[Hello, ladies. Director VINNIS now in command. You bunch of ragtags will be doing the reporting from now on.]
[Which model am I? It doesn’t matter. Here are your targets:
- The Ghostly Anon
- iVin
- Shadow
- McDeadpool
- Agent 19
- Rarity
- GLaDOS
- Loki “Frosty” Laufeyson]
[Don’t disappoint me again.]
Waiting on an AI
Twilight found that navigating her way back to Miss Stark’s room was easier said than done. She ran into the same intern twice, who redirected her in the same direction both times. Eventually, however, she found the room once more.
She checked herself over, making sure that she was presentable and didn’t have bits of fur sticking out or stew stains- she could sometimes come out of reading sessions looking like she had rolled down a hill- and she did in fact look alright.
She rapped hesitantly on the door, hoping that this was, in fact, the right room.
“Hello? Miss Stark? Are you in there?” she called, “VINNIS made me stew, but then he left…”
OTTO received the EGG! (Open RP)
Otto returned to his lab shortly after receiving the odd egg, setting it down on a counter on a nest of towels that Flo and Mo hastily assembled for the purpose. They chattered as they worked, running their scans.
An image appeared in his mind, fed to him by Flo. He closed his eyes to ‘see’ it more clearly- it had taken him a long time to get used to four other visual viewpoints occasionally sending his brain information, but get used to it he had. The image was a thermal scan, showing the ghostly image of a small, quadrupedal vertebrate embryo, approximately halfway (to judge by the size and the amount of space the little creature had yet to fill within its shell) through development. Too early to tell what precisely it was, but the general shape did vaguely resemble a dog or cat…
He rested a hand on the smooth tan shell. The surface was slightly cool to the touch, but not by much.
“I hope you get along with Ghost’s and Queen’s little pets,” he murmured to it.
A Lazy Wednesday for the Fashionista
Rarity lounged on a couch in the common room. She is perusing a human fashion magazine, using her unicorn magic to flip through the pages. Casually, she studies each outfit she sees and makes mental notes. After a while, she closes it, slouching slightly and letting out a long, dramatic sigh.
“I’m so hopelessly bored…” she huffed.
New Arrival (Open Tumblvenger RP)
The Tower was as large and as imposing a building as one would expect, given who it housed. The Tumblvengers worked out of this tower- lived there, even. And now Doctor Otto Octavius, former scientist at OsCorp and more recently former supervillain, was moving in.
As he looked up at the building, the back of his neck prickled. It felt wrong to be out in the open like this, in plain sight, where anyone walking by could see him. A week ago, he wouldn’t have dared, knowing that a sighting of Doctor Octopus would have brought SWAT teams down on his head. They would have tried to bring him in- and Otto, who had no intention of being a prisoner, might have been forced to kill one or more of them in order to escape. More specifically, the actuators would have killed them in order to protect him. He didn’t want to kill anyone, but he probably would have had no choice.
That had changed now, thanks to one Azura Fury. He’d accidentally struck up a cautious friendship with the leader of the Tumblvengers when she’d stumbled across his lair, wandered in, and engaged him in conversation while helping herself to his Oreos.
Flo thought that last bit was going a bit too far, but there you go. Fury hadn’t turned him in, as he’d expected she would. She hadn’t called other authorities, or wrangled her team to try and capture him. She’d just… talked… checking in now and then, somehow managing to earn a measure of trust from the wary, suspicious doctor.
It wasn’t long afterwards that Otto, having since let Harry hack his way into Tumblvengers communications, picked up word that Fury had been attacked, that a creature had stolen her heart. He hadn’t thought twice before he’d stormed the tower and rounded up a few of the more scientifically-inclined to find a way to help her. His good sense had returned not long afterwards, and in the confusion of one of the others figuring out how to restore Fury’s heart, Otto had slipped away.
Someone must have mentioned him, though, because Fury tracked him down again in his new lair. She’d come with an offer- to work for her and her team.
He wanted to, in spite of himself. He missed people, he missed working, he missed consulting with other scientists. But if he put himself into her hands… what was to say someone wouldn’t use his status as a wanted supervillain against him?
His price had been simple, though not at all easy to get- a pardon, full legal amnesty for his crimes, a chance to start over without having the police taking potshots at his head. To his complete shock, she’d come through, going so far as to wave the piece of paper under his nose as he and the actuators stared at it in wonder.
That settled it, then. A few days of packing, and now he was here, actuators tucked under a dark green trench coat- a new one he’d gotten specially for the occasion- but chirping to themselves, using his eyes as he used theirs, watching with interest.
With one last deep breath and a tightening of his grip on a battered old suitcase, Dr. Otto Octavius entered the Tower.
Y-14 was a little miffed. And by ‘a little miffed’ I mean extremely pissed. There was a masquerade ball and no one had told her about it?! Her one and only dream was to attend one of these things and no one had the decency to go ‘hey bitch there’s a ball tonight’ or something similar.
She huffed as she shuffled down the hallways, heading for the ballroom. She didn’t even have a date or a friend to go with, like any good attendee should. Well, she wasn’t technically a tumblevenger either, so she should have probably been counting her blessings for even being around. Y stopped at a doorway to look into the room.
All the confidence that she had before evaporated as she looked in. She was alone, unknown and in a room full of people who were strangers to her. People in masks, no less. The girl let out a small sigh. Maybe she should just turn around and leave now…
Y examined the mask she held in her hands. It wasn’t a bad mask, it was the only thing she could really find. But compared to some of the others…She slipped it on anyways. Some rough looking redhead in a stolen dress and makeshift mask, sure to turn a few heads in a bad way. Her stomach churned with nervousness.
