Multiversal Aftermath: A comicbook RP

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"Just another Selfish American. Haven't you learned how you cannot do anything of consequence alone, working only for yourself?" The Red Son replied to Venom, crossing his arms over his chest, while at the same time keeping a wary eye on Bane.

Splitting his attention to a third person, the old man Sinister whom The Red Son is wholly fooled by, he asks, "Are you alright?"

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Deadpool seems to have only half the head he used to, a gaping hole where the right side of his face used to be seems to have placed him squarely out of commission.

Still, his healing factor seems to be fighting against the massive loss, flesh and brain and bone regrowing before the eyes of Spiderman. There's no telling when the healing factor will give out, if it alone will be enough to save him, or even if he's still alive at all! Only time will tell.

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The Punisher spots Thor from his next sniping position, in the sewars beneath the city, out a grate with a wonderous view of the sky in front of his previous position, where he was planning to take out the inevitable investigator. One look at Thor, and particularly his famous Mjolnir makes The Punisher put down his Rifle. Not going to work. But somebody who put us here has a sense of humor...
 
"Sorry, flying is out...How about a good old fashion hollar ?"

Shadowcat tilted her head back,cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled upward.

"Hello !? Hello up there, can you hear me?!"
 
Sinister seemed a little disconcerted when he heard his heroes bickering over government styles. Sinister had worked in both the Soviet Union and the Capitalist systems and found both to be lacking in the efficiency he preferred. Being pulled back down to reality by Venoms question he shook his head no " I'm afraid I know no way to escape this place, unless perhaps through death." He said shivering a little. The Soviet seemed to be truly a humanitarian, unlike Venom. " I'm alright young man, I am deeply in you and Mr. Venoms debt, that brute would have killed me, I'm certain" He said, his voice and eyes not betraying the sarcasm he truly felt.


Gatts Looked upon the metal monsters with a smile they seemed to be strong, but he guessed that the reason for their numbers were they were individually no match for any real warrior. As he noticed one of the bots looking at him as it started to make strange noises he started to run towards it the dragon slayer in hand. Seeing the beams shooting out he would have been shocked but after seeing what Serpico could do with that oversized feather sword not much phased him anymore. Spinning his sword up he used the blade to deflect the energy beam fired at his chest and continued to run forward.
 
Spider-Man

Spider-Man looks taken aback by the way Deadpool's head seemed to be regrowing. Yet, disturbing as it was, the scientist in Peter was fascinated. He watched for a moment, afraid to move Deadpool, or do anything that would interfere with the regeneration project. Looking around, he saw Jack and some new girl looking up towards the sky. They must not have seen what happened. "Hey! There's a sniper somewhere! Get under cover!" he shouts to them in warning.

Venom

With an angry snarl, Venom pushes the old man aside You're useless then! I should've let him smash ya'."

"I'll find my own way out of this place." he says as he storms away from the freak-show. He no longer wanted to be a part of it.
 
Hearing the waring loud and clear Shadowcat grabs ahold of Union Jacks arm and heads straight for the wall of the building.

"Better head inside before we get shot...There must be a set of stairs that will lead us up to them."

With these words Shadowcat takes Union Jack and herself right through the brick wall into the lobby of the building.
(Sorry if that was abit auto'ish)
 
"Good idea" Jack said as he was dragged into the building. "I wonder if the lifts* in this thing work. It looks like this place hasn't been lived in for some time." They were in the foyer of the building, and there were four lifts, one lacked a door, and the cables were missing, but from the looks of things,. the other three might work.

Batman weighed things up as the Doombots started to attack the swordsman. He was undecided about attacking them, when he spotted that one of the metal clad figures was backing away. The leader most likely, his finely tuned deductive reasoning ran through the possibilities and decided upon a course of action. He nimbled ran past the melee around the swordsman, heading directly for Dr Doom.

Bane headed away from the old man, the strangely clad superman, and the snarling creature. He was hurt and would take time to recover. He also needed time to plot. If Superman was here, then perhaps the rest of the Justice League were also, and that would include Batman.

Thor landed once again, and watched as Deadpool's head began to repair itself. "Thy companion is healing. Perhaps he dost have powers like Wolverine."

* Lifts = Elevators
 
The Red Son called after Venom, "Wait, Venom, hear me out. If you find anything, or you change your mind, meet with us in the building with four marble pillars holding up the front entrance, near the center of this city."

In the moments he'd spent above the city when he first arrived here, he'd many landmarks, skyscrapers and the like, but that one that resembled a govermental building seemed the most logical choice for a meeting point, seeing as he had to make one up on the spot, AND sound like he planned the whole thing.

Even as he says it, he knows Venom is a lost cause, and so the conversation with Mr. Sinister continues, "I'm glad to have been of help, sir." And then, he turned to Bane, "As for you," The Red Son's brow darkens, speaking to Bane's backside knowing full well the giant of a man could hear him, and would answer"You leave me with few options, not having any way to detain you, or assurance I would believe that you will not assault innocents in the future. What do you have to say in your defense?"

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Deadpool does his vegging out deal, it's going to be a long time before he's whole again, if he ever does get whole again.

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The Punisher returns to the weapons cache where he found the Sniper Rifle, along with all sorts of weapons and ammunition to keep him in top form. The weapons of choice right now are two large gas tanks he's put on a Dolly for easy transport. The tanks, marked abundantly with skulls and crossbones to mark their deadly contents, also have the label that brought the punisher such laughter, the word JORMUNGANDR in dull red block letters.
 
After looking at the broken lift and the closed doors of the others, Shadowcat gives a small shake of her head.
"If you trust one of those things Jack, your a far braver man then I"

Shadowcat moves farther into the room, glancing around tell she spots a door with a faded and worn word on it "Stairs". Motioning with one hand towards the door she turns and casts him a slight grin.

"You know that thing about cat's always landing on thier feet? It's false..How about we use those instead ?"
 
Venom

Venom promptly ignores the Red Son and goes about his business in the city.

Spider-Man

Spider-Man on the other hand picks up Deadpool, being careful about his head, and carries him inside the building that Union Jack and Shadowcat entered. He sets the wounded man down inside somewhere where he might be comfortable. "Care to introduce me to your new lady-friend, Jack? My date seems to have come down with a headache."
 
"Ah. Good to see you again Spiderman. This is Kitty Pryde, or Shadowcat. She's an X-man, um, X-woman?" Union Jack replied, then motioned to Spiderman that he would help carry venom if the wall crawler wanted.

Thor followed Spiderman down the stairs, with Mjolnir once more fastened to his belt. For the time being he did not speak, but he nodded to Jack and Kitty.

"Do you kill now Superman? Or is this a recent change along with your accent and costume?" Bane replied.
 
While she spoke she followed the odd group of super hero's.

" Well I'd say was nice to meet you all, not that it isn't, but I'd rather know why we are all here. Jack nor I have any clues, I don't suppose any of you have come up with any thing ?"
 
Spider-Man

"Afraid not, Shadowcat. But I do know we aren't the only ones here. Venom is around too. And unless he found a gun and decided to take out Deadpool over there, there's someone who intends to hurt us it seems."
 
Shadowcat spoke her thoughts aloud, more to herself then to those around her.

“Well if there are a bunch of good guys, maybe even more then just those of us here right now, wandering around this city… And a sniper has already hit one target; it stands to reason there are probably an equal amount of bad guys lurking out there too.”

Shadowcat sighed loudly and moved to a window, carefully peering out into the streets. She then spoke to those behind her.

“Do any of you remember the last thing you where doing before you found yourself in this abandoned city?”
 
"I do what I must, when I must." Is all the Red Son had to answer Bane's most puzzling question. He was aware the Americans called him 'superman' - but most of them thought he was a warmongering dictator of the Soviet Union, hardly the Boy Scout image Bane has heard of.

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"You know not even Batman attacks you simply for swearing at a stupid f****** old man" Bane replied and rolled his shoulders. He knew if Superman wanted him dead, he'd be dead, but he was trying to think of a plan.

"I battled Loki; my foul knave of a half-brother, when I was brought to this strange land. I suspect his trickery is at the heart of this." Thor added to the conversation when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
 
Spider-Man

Peter Parker was always a scientist at heart. And Thor's theory didn't have much data backing it up. "I suppose thats possible, but if it was Loki's doing, couldn't you undo it? You're as powerful as he is.

Plus, if it was Loki, why would he want us too?"

Spider-Man mentally went down his own list of villains, trying to figure out which of them had the ability to do this, and the desire. None of them came up.
 
Sinister watched the way the two men seemed to interact. They were both from the same world or at least the same world different time line. The Old man made his way to his feet looking to the brutish man and his savior in red. It was obvious that the larger man was not willing to push the hero. If only he could get a sample of DNA from this hero, then he would have a chance to begin his work. To see if the man was a mutant or something else. Sinister knew his strength would not be enough to take down this hero although he doubted the hero could kill him, it was always a risky proposition dealing with the unknown variables.
 
"You and your brother must be really close" Jack joked. "I was trying to stop a bunch of terrorists from building a bomb in the docklands"
 
"What do you mean it wasn't there?!?" he says in Russian as he slams his fists on the desk in front of him. "It... It wasn't there. We looked everywhere but couldn't f-f-find it." A man of average build replies through his gas mask as he takes a step back, fearful of his employer's anger. The other hired guns in the room, also wearing gas masks, stare at the two, none of them wanting to get involved.

The man behind the desk stands up quickly, the chair he was sitting on crashing to the floor. This man does not wear a gas mask like the others, he has no need to. The toxins being released from his body only affect him when they're not being exuded. Things had changed since he was a part of the soviet's weapon X program that gave him the carbonadium tentacles that were sliding out from his wrist and snaking their way towards the man in the gas mask. He wasn't a weapon for the soviet's anymore, he is a crime lord. Head of the Red Mafia in fact, practically a Russian Wilson Fisk.

And just like Wilson Fisk, failure was not tolerated.

One of the tentacles that were snaking their way towards the cowering man shot forward before he could react and pulled the gas mask off. "No, no no no. I'll find it, I swear!" he said as his eyes widened and he started to gasp as Omega Red's mutant death factor, the pheromones that filled the room and would weaken and kill any normal man in minutes, began to fill his lungs.

Omega Red didn't reply, with words at least. Instead the other tentacle wrapped itself around the man's throat and lifted him into the air. The man kicked and flailed as Omega Red began to suck the life out of him. Red smiled as he felt the man's life force enter him, fending off the poisoning from the carbonadium that laced his skeleton.

The tentacle tightened, the man's legs began to kick less and less. His lips turned blue and his tongue swelled as his eyes bulged out of his head. Then, suddenly, he dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. He looked up to see why Omega Red had let him go before the pheromones finally made him pass out from the giant gasps of it he was inhaling but Omega Red was gone. Then everything else went black.

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Omega Red was suddenly in a sewer, knee deep in stagnant sludge, one tentacle coiled around a pipe. He looked around in shock and muttered something to himself in Russian. He didn't know where he was or why he wasn't sucking the life out of the worthless henchman anymore. As he thought the tentacle that was coiled around the pipe slowly retracted itself back into his arm, as did the other one, subconsciously.

Before much more thought Omega Red was sloshing his way through the sewer, looking for the first manhole through which he could make his way to the surface.
 
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