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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 7:48 pm
Scene: The Welcoming PartyStoryteller’s PostLocation: Stark Mansion, once known as the Avenger’s Mansion 890 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, New York City. MAIN FLOOR, PUBLIC CONFERENCE ROOM. GROUNDS AND MAIN FLOOR Avengers Mansion is surrounded on three sides by a twelve-foot high concrete and reinforced steel wall, with a steel fence along Fifth Avenue. The yard, doors, and windows all have numerous surveillance systems to ascertain the identities of all visitors and detainment devices to intercept unauthorized personnel. Visitors seeking entrance to the mansion are screened at the front gate. The garden and patio in the backyard have sufficient foliage to afford Avengers a fair degree of outdoor privacy. The main floor of the mansion contains no materials vital to the Avengers' security or functions and thus is occasionally opened to the public for press conferences and social functions. The Avengers' only dining facilities are on the main floor, as is the private library. The Avengers' butler Edwin Jarvis is the only person quartered on this floor.” As taken from Avenger's MansionScene DescriptionYou have received a formal invitation from P. Stark to come to Stark Mansion for a meeting which was not specific beyond being about “our responsibility to the future” and that you were screened and selected to receive this invitation because of your, “linage, talents, or accomplishments”. You don’t know what it means, though if you know anything about the original Avenger’s or the Stark family, you know that “P.Stark” is the only child of Anthony Stark--- Iron Man --- and she has obviously sent you the invitation and brought you to what was once the Avengers Mansion which, since the Hero Registration Act, ceased to be used by the Avengers and went back to being owned by the Stark family and known as Stark Mansion. As you come to Stark Mansion, you find it to be a rather impressive place (how could it not be?) and are graciously allowed to enter the ground level of the mansion. Greeted by a blue projection of an androgynous artificial intelligence with a humanoid but detail-less figure, (if you ask, this A.I. introduces itself as Jarvis, the house’s caretaker) you are instructed to walk directly ahead into the public conference room. The room is large and very square, windowless, but illuminated by various chandeliers that have an old fashioned feeling to them. Their classy yellow light keeps the room formal but cheerful; perhaps they have been here since the 1930s when Howard Stark constructed the house. To one side three long tables are set up, draped with a long white table cloth. Various food items are set up, sure to suit even the pickiest of eaters taste, as well as non-alcoholic and imported specialty drinks. Chairs are set up in a very orderly fashion in three rows with five in each row and three or so yards in front of the front row is a sleek black podium but no one is at it, not yet anyway. Jarvis is also at the front of the tables, being projected but you cannot tell from where, the projector is so well hidden to give the computer intelligence the feeling that it could be everywhere at once and also to add to the awe of the mansion’s set-up. If you near Jarvis, you’re told to help yourself to whatever food and refreshments you’d like and that the meeting will begin once the other guests have arrived. Soft music plays through the conference room, an old song by Louis Armstrong: “You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by”Group Characters: Jarvis is open to be used in your posts as needed. Post Order: Will be updated here as people post for the first time, remember do not post until everyone in the group has gone. I will keep this updated!
[1]Robert LeBeau
[2]Jeffery Strange
[3]Sylvia Storm
[4]Pete Stark
[5]Veck Rodgers
[6]Mica Wilson
[7]Celaeno Banner
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 7:57 pm
Robert “Bob” Sebastien LeBeau
Don't turn your back on the past... Robert was the first there, he had always wanted to tour the mansion but found only a projection of some computer intelligence calling itself Jarvis to greet him. That’s just what this country needs, more disassociation from real people, this place doesn't even have a real person at the door? He thought as he approached the table of finger foods. He didn’t know, exactly, why he was here but he hoped it was for some fantastic job offer from Anthony Stark, maybe the man was in a generous mood or needed some massive write-off for his taxes and wanted to fund a new museum. Yet, the letter he had received was signed by P. Stark and the educated man knew the difference between P and A.
Robert assumed he would be the first one here, he usually was, because he was over half an hour early. He had thought that he’d be able to find someone who would give him a tour but now he took to inspecting the various foods and picked up a glass bottle of imported Ginger Ale, searching the label. It was French. “Hmm.” He made a soft sound in his throat and twisted the aluminum cap off the top. “Uh, Jarvis, is there anyone who is capable of showing me around the mansion?”
“I am sorry, sir, but the public is only allowed on the ground level. I have been instructed to have guests remain in this room.” The bluish translucent artificial intelligence answered.
“Ah,” Robert took a sip of the ginger ale. It was excellent. “Well hopefully I won’t be left alone for long, is Mr. Stark going to be attending?”
“No, Mister Stark is not.”
“Great…” The man exhaled. He suddenly felt unexcited about the entire thing, even though he hadn’t had a pay a penny out of pocket to get here from Chicago, everything had been paid for by the Stark family. That seemed to make this of some importance, though that doesn’t mean it’s going to be something that I’m interested in. He wished he was hungry because the food all looked expensive, every little piece on every pretty dish was just so with some drop of special sauce or garnish or tiny detail that he thought someone must have put a great deal of effort into constructing. The taller man looked fit and healthy, his tan suit was fitted to his chest but not tight. He hated an ill-fitting suit, he thought it looked tacky and felt even worse. A white shirt beneath and a brown tie pulled his outfit together in a way that made him look like a college professor. Short reddish brown hair remained clipped short on his head, that way he didn’t have to deal with it aside from rubbing some Head and Shoulders shampoo into his scalp in the shower every morning. Robert rubbed his chin, checking for stubble but his skin was still smooth none of that twenty four hour shadow business… he reminded his body.
I haven't heard this song in forever, Robert reflected. It fit the room, the style of everything, but he hadn't expected to hear a more old fashion song playing. Regardless it soothed the high-strung man to relax a bit and stop trying to figure out why he was here and worry over his guesses being correct or not. He began to hum to the song, foot tapping slowly, and taking slow sips from the cold ginger ale.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:29 am
Jeffery Monroe-Strange
"Dont let the past taint your future....." Jeff walked into the room looking around. He was greeted by some sort of A.I who offerd him refreshments.
"No thank you.",was Jeff's reply as he continued to survay the room. It was very classy,but very welcomming at the same time.
Jeff spotted Sebastien LaBeau but chose not to say anything to him. Jeff wasnt good at conversation,becouse most people seemed intimidated by him. Jeff swiftly walked, more like glided over to a dim corner so he could observe the room at all angels. He knew that at 6 foot 3 with his large muscaler frame it would be easy to spot him , but he still didnt really want anyone to bother him.
In fact he was weary of even being here. He wondered if Stark Industries even knew about the times he had hacked into there data base and taken several rather small lumps of money. Apparently not if he had been invited to the mansion.
Jeff removed his long black leather jacket and threw it onto his shoulder, revealing a tight black dress shirt and a pair of beige slacks that showed off every line and curve of muscle in his body. He cassualy leaned agaisnt the wall and crossed his arms purpossfully flexing his biceps as he did so. He wore Black shades to hide his uniqe multicolored eyes and a black fedora hat to hide his hair so no one could see the white stripes which was perhaps the biggest give away to who he was.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:07 pm
Sylvia Danger Storm
"The only thing worse than beating a dead horse ... is betting on one."
Sylvia was very aware of what her family's opinions where about this situation. She was aware of all of the drama and s**t that went on before she was born. And she was most aware that no one really wanted her to be here right now. And frankly, Sylvia didn't care. She couldn't afford to let them tell her what to think, even if they where her own family. She was the only one coming here today. She wanted to form her own opinions about this, when she found out why she was actually coming here. Pete was being very vague about the whole thing, and Sylvia thought that was probably on porpose. If there wasn't an element of secrecy and suspense about this meeting, Sylvia would have been bored alrready.
The taxi that was carrying the blond teenager stopped about two blocks away from the Stark mansion. She didn't want to make some poor cabbie drive up to that place, and she needed the walk. She had been too inactive lately. Sylvia walked up to the gates, and knew that she was probably being scanned a hundred different ways right now. Well, those scans wouldn't find anything interesting on her besides her special undergarments. They where made out of a fabric that, if she did happen to burst into flame, would survive the heat. The computer asked for her name.
"Sylvia Storm."
The gate clicked open, and Syl sauntered across the immaculate front lawn to the doors. They opened even before she touched themj. She didn't know wether to think this was awesome, or a little creee-pee. Probably both. There didn't seem to be anyone in sight, so she checked the time on her phone to make sure. She was a little early. She really hoped that this would be wirth it, because otherwise she would have gotten into her itchy and stiff skirt and buttoned shirt, and uncomfortable heels for nothing.
"The meeting is just ahead, Miss Storm."
Sylvia jumped a bit. Where had this glowing figure materialized from? Whatever it was, she didn't like it. She nodded to it, not sure if she was supposed to reply or not. She got to the room, and found two others to be already there, she couldn't help but wonder about them before she got distracted by the refreshments. They looked absolutely excellent. Sylvia had a little grin on her face as she covered a small plate with sushi. And real sushi, not that grocery-store cooked crap. And, oh my, wasabi sauce. If there was one thing that Sylvia liked, it was spicy food.
The other two in the room didn't seem very talkative. Well, she didn't blame them. Striking up a conversation would only ruin the atmosphere that pete had set up oh so carefully. She rolled her eyes slightly, and sat down in a chair that was directly in the middle. She just wished that this meeting would start already, so she could decide if this was going to be a giant waste of her time or not.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 9:14 pm
₪ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘 𝖔 𝖗 𝖗 ¥ 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘 ₮0 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉•.•• ••.••.•• ••.•╭♥     Petre gathered herself behind closed doors, Make sure you deliver your points clearly but make it efficient, Pete, most people don’t have an attention span. “Yes sir.” Report back to me when you’re finished at the mansion.“I will.” Step back, let me see you.The young woman stepped back from the desk where a circular projector sat looking like it had been cut from an old Iron Man suit. Pete stood, shoulders back, a black suit but fitted tighter and cut more slenderly to attempt to preserve some touch of femininity. It wasn’t something she’d thought about until recently when pressure from her father had made her attempt to add small touches to her clothing. She had always been small, as child she was described by two things; her father and her size. Pete was still described that way. Being small made her need to be direct, to hold her ground, and keep a serious and often cold expression that saw no mercy for even the most dramatically delivered tears. That’s my little girl...“I won’t let you down, Papa,” Pete said with a sharp nod. “I’ll make this work.” I know you will, darlin’, Tony Stark looked away in the holo-projection. His uniform said he was at S.H.E.I.L.D Headquarters. We need this, if what I think is going on is really going on S.H.I.E.L.D won't have --- oh, we’ll meet up later, I gotta go darlin’. His image cut out. She took in the quiet of the room and gathered everything into one inhale before leaning against the desk of her father’s study, he never stayed here at Stark Mansion and hadn’t since he was a child but he always had a room out of respect. [Entering the public conference room] Moving out, Pete entered the public conference room. Despite her small size she had an imposing quality that seemed to have passed directly from Tony to her but she had spent her life watching her father, mimicking him, copying him, forming her entire life around what she saw as the family business and what it was to be a Stark. She surveyed the room and walked directly to the podium, placing her hands on it. “Welcome to Stark Mansion.” Her voice was pleasant, it seemed to fit inside her small body. Pete had long since obsessed over these things, her size, her voice and how it would effect the way people looked at her and if they took her seriously or not. What a lousy showing... you've got to be kiddin' me I figured the mooch factor was pretty high with this crowd and I really busted out the best finger food money can buy, Pete felt a stab of disappointment at the tiny showing of people… I sent out dozens of invitations, the young woman knew that Veck was interested but that he couldn’t make it today or wouldn’t make it. Fine, he does it just to spite me I’m sure. She was pleasantly surprised to see Sylvia Storm, bless her little blonde heart, Pete thought smugly. Her hands tightened over and podium and she pushed her shoulders back, throwing out a classic Stark smirk at the few people who had came. “Well this is hardly the crowd I was hoping for, I almost don’t feel like giving my big speech matters now. Lets condense it, shall we? As you can see the ratio of chairs verses bodies is grossly out of sync. Well,” Pete embodied a tiny female Tony. “I invited you here today because I am looking to fund the Avengers once again. I feel its time to move foreword, our parents, our caretakers, are not able, as a whole, to do this. We have to. We must because the more dire threats to our world have always been resolved by heroes. Once upon a time this mansion was the Avenger’s mansion, Captain America lived here and trained here, when he died I was seven years old and I remember looking up at my father and asking him if things would be alright, if he would be able to reform the Avengers even without him. He never answered. To this day he won’t answer. He didn’t have to. The collapse of the Avenger’s resounded all over the world, like a disease, now we have no teams. We have random heroes. Everyone trying to be the next Peter Parker. Lets change that. Give me a reason to stop calling this place Stark Mansion and start calling it Avenger Mansion again. What do you say?” She paused. Round one, lets do this, She narrowed her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:01 pm
(Still working out the bugs with Veck. Forgive any short posts.)
He knew he was going to regret showing up here again.
Looking up at the Mansion--it always looked so much bigger when he was young--, a sharp pain seemed to fill his chest. The pain of the loss was still as strong as ever. But he would just have to counteract that, like he's been doing for the past thirteen years. It shouldn't be too hard. He was strong. He was the new Captain America after all. He was the son of Steve Rogers. Strong was hardwired into his very genes. Weakness was not allowed, no matter what the circumstances were.
Veck Rogers stood stoic before what was once the Avenger's Mansion, staring at it quietly through his cold gray eyes. Clad in a simple gray collared shirt, black dress pants and shoes, he looked nothing like his father's son. More like some random, muscular man. Approaching the door, he didn't even give Jarvis a chance to speak.
"Veck Rogers."
"I'm sorry sir, but you were not invited."
"You know who I am, damn it. Let me in."
The doors opened for him, and seeing as how he knew the place like the back of his hand, found where the small meeting had gathered in a matter of moments. Staying at the back of the room, he crossed his arms over his chest and listened quietly as Pete spoke. Paying little attention to the ones she was speaking to, he only watched her.
Still the same little Pete, trying to be like Papa. Here, he waited, listening to the speech, and anything that would follow. Though he was still somewhat confused as to why SHE was trying to bring back the Avengers, he just couldn't stay away for some reason. From the Stark family, or the Avengers Mansion. It was strange, though almost made sense. Their families were tied together. But in this case, he wasn't completely sure what to do. Keep the ties between Rogers and Stark, or finally break them, and break away from the Avengers as well? Many of them had split, just like his and Pete's fathers had done.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 12:12 am
 [[ MICA_WILSON]]“What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing, and then simply persists in their lunacy?”Outside the mansion, a large white truck labeled with 'St. Mary's Asylum' parked and two burly male orderlies exited, heading to the back and opening the doors. A young female orderly exited with what was apparently a patient, clad in leg shackles, a straight jacket, and an anti-bite mask. She was secured onto a dolly-like contraption so that the female orderly could wheel here up to the front door of the Stark Mansion.
A few minutes after Pete's shortened speech and suddenly, the clinking of chains against metal could be heard off in the distance of the Stark Mansion. Jarvis quickly appeared, apologizing for the interruption and introducing a petite young woman, accompanied by what looked to be an orderly, trudging through the door. It was none other than Mica Wilson. Pete was most likely the only person in the room who was truly aware of exactly who Mica was but, nonetheless her appearance was definitely.. concerning.
Mica grinned, her bi-colored eyes crinkling for a moment with her glee. Obviously her outfit wasn't one she wore on a daily basis--or at least one would hope so. And judging by her orderly's expression, Mica wasn't supposed to be off of the dolly-like stand like she previous had been.
"Ms. Wilson please--return to the stand I don't want you to hur--"
"Shh shh shh shhhhhh." Mica attempted to wave an elbow dismissively in the air in lieu of her restrained hand but failed. "Don't scare them Mrs. Robinson. Just sit down and let me take care of business. Alright sugar lips?" Mica bumped hips with Mrs. Robinson after shuffling over to her and knocked the poor distressed and nervous woman into a pulled out chair. "Sorry to be late but, Mrs. Robinson and I here were having a tea party after they caught me and well, I forgot I was supposed to be here until a second ago. Hopefully I'll be out of the ol' funny farm within the next twenty four hours." The pink haired woman offered one last grin before plopping down onto the ground. "So, what'd I miss, Chief?" Mica asked Pete with a mischievous curiosity as she wiggled her feet with a child-like glee, her ankle shackles clinking brightly.
[[Sorry it's short. I'll be able to post more later hopefully.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:55 pm
Celaeno Banner"A storm rises on the horizon. She turns her face to the swelling dark and simply says,'Do your worst.'" The black ducati literally roared down the highway towards the grand estate belonging to the Stark generation. The woman straddling it loomed over the handles and flew down passing cars like a bat out of hell. The bike came to a screeching halt, the smell of burning rubber fresh in her nostrils. One would think the daughter of the Hulk would have had a hard time keeping herself under control. That was the problem, she did. The pulse monitor on her wrist beeped out of control when she ran into the front doors. Her introduction was not needed due to her coppery-hair as a sign. Bruce Banner's hair had been dark and brown. Her color was a rare gene in the Banner family tree. Must be from her mother's side, some people had commented before. No one spoke of her mother around her father. No one.
Finally, Celaeno Banner found the doors to their conference room.
The last but not the least of the second generation of Avengers entered. Celaeno's stormy-eyes were watery like she had spent the time crying on her way here. She had forgotten her helmet in the rush on the way over. Infact her bike was parked out front on the steps in a very haphazard way. Like her father her appearance never seemed its best. She pulled her hair out of the messy bun and nodded to Pete Stark as she sat at the end of the conference table. Celaeno was able to understand the speech, well aware of Petre Stark's desire for changing the mansion's naming and forming a newer Avengers team. Though her attention should have been on their petit fearless leader, her eyes could not help but wander to other others as she surveyed them carefully.
Each one a child of a veteran. All famous and all children of powerful people. she thought to herself. Her eyes then went back to Pete at the front. However the pink distraction of the lunatic was a little unnerving.
Her appearance was a little worse for wear herself. A ragged army-style jacket covered her arms over a grubby grey ribbed tank top. She wore torn blue jeans splattered with paint stains and old hand-me-down boots from her father that still took three layers of socks to fill. She would have been better prepaired for this if not for her laziness to find the time to leave her projects and visit the mail box. She was lucky that she was not in her pajamas or underwear. Celaeno was known some times for leaving the house still in her robe.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 7:07 pm
Robert “Bob” Sebastien LeBeau
Don't turn your back on the past... Robert was biting his nails at his seat at the front, trying to not look at anyone. Not only did he feel like the “old guy” already, he thought the young Stark’s selection of great heroes was… lacking. This is worse then the time I got lost and ended up in Hell’s Kitchen… The man worried. He didn’t know why she asked him here or if he was just the only competent person to show up, Jeffery isn’t such a bad kid, little unstable though… Robert kept his mental commentary. “I already have a career, I work for the Chicago Natural History Museum, I mean, if I wanted to be part of any kind of hero team I would have followed my father into the X-Men years ago.”
Robert couldn't picture leaving Chicago for New York and while he loved a good adventure... this was a life change. He wasn't big on life changes. He was content with where he was, what he studied, and the little sub shop he had lunch at everyday at 11:45. He had a life that worked for him. He thought that Petre would know that much about him, maybe she expects me to live some ridiculous double life? Hero by night and ordinary museum archeologist by day? I’ve always liked Indiana Jones but this is ridiculous, some of these people could be made into a team but not me... I don’t want this, I don’t have some overwhelming desire to do my father’s world right nor do I have some vendetta to settle.
“This is something for people younger than I am, I have an education, I have a life that I’m happy with I have no reason to give that up for…” He lifted a hand. “This place.” That and Robert was sure, after a month of having to listen to him these kids would want him to go back to Chicago, though this would make an interesting study for my anthropology major, the culture of the hero community... hnn...
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:30 am
Jeffery Monroe-Strange
"Dont let the past taint your future....." Jeffery who was leaning agaisnt the wall this whole time started pacing around the back of the room. The Avengers? It's not really something he had time for. He was responsible for the X-men after all and if he left the Xaviers mansion things might just fall apart. He may have only been 21 but he felt much older, he had the responsibilities of what Xavier had before he passed away. If he left the X-men and those kids he wasnt sure what would happen. His parents wernt really avengers either. Sure Storm was an affiliate but she wasnt in the core group. his being here seemed a little strange. How much of his time would this take if he were to join? He stopped pacing and looked at Pete.
"LeBeau has a point. Some of us have lives that we cant just tear ourselves away from.",he said.
"For instance if I were to join you all,The Instotute would fall apart. I may be young but I dont have the freedom to do just up and make a commitment like this. How much time do we have to commit to this?",he asked.
If he left Beast may be able to hold things together,but he really didnt want to leave him with all that responsibility.
Maybe he convice Julibilee to take the reigns?
Besides Jeff didnt work well with others,unless he was in charge,and he would no doubt butt heads with Stark and her father if he had anything to do with this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:05 pm
Sylvia Danger Storm
"The only thing worse than beating a dead horse ... is betting on one."
Syl gave pete the benifit of the doubt and listened to her speech. Hmmmmm...... the only thing that didn't make sense to her was why. Why ws she doing this, and why now? The world wasn't in any worse shape than it normally was, at least not as far as Sylvia knew. Unless there was something that Pete wasn't telling them, which was entirely possible. Sylvia didn't want to make any commitments. At least not yet. She had to take time to think, to decide, to find out more about this offer.
And who the hell where these late-comers? Syl couldn't help but have her attention drawn to them, especially the pink-haired psycho-babbling one. She wasn't really scared, just really interested in the other girl. Sylvia wanted to hear her story, but that could wait until later. A thought crossed her mind, if she needed time to decide then the least Pete could do would be to offer her a place to stay. If she did, it would be awesome. This place was far better than any hotel that she had stayed in. Ever. Sylvia waited for the others to finish speaking before she did.
"Yeah, um, I can't make any promises right now, I'll need time to think things over. My dad won't be all to happy about me taking more time that I had said, but he can get over himself."
Her statement was concluded with a small smirk. She honestly wouldn't care if anyone in her family threw a giant fit over her staying here for a while. In fact, she kind of wanted to see what the result would be. She had been relatively well-behaved so far when it came to things like this, always listening to her parents and relatives. But she was 18 now, and didn't give a crap how angry she made anyone anymore.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:55 pm
₪ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘 𝖔 𝖗 𝖗 ¥ 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖘 ₮0 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉•.•• ••.••.•• ••.•╭♥ Pete addressed Robert with cold indifference, “I guarantee if this is a matter of pay, you’ll be compensated for any problems moving causes and you’ll be paid more, daily, for being an Avenger then you’ll make all year as an… archeologist dusting off old femurs. If that’s what it takes, Mr. LeBeau, then that’s what you’ll get,” She tipped her chin up at the other X-Men that had heeded her invitation. He would be especially useful with the power I’ve heard he has, she thought. “If you’re worried about Xavier’s School, Mr. Strange, I’m sure we can make a great many arrangements to make it even better and do it without you needing to be there. I’m sure a charity organization can be set up to keep funds flowing into the school, secure new staff, and keep the building maintained. If this is a moral discrepancy the issue will take more than money… perhaps you’d sit down with my father and I to discuss that in more detail this weekend?” Pete exhaled slowly at Sylvia, “Thanks for coming,” She forced her voice to soften. “Seeing you here is reason enough for all the work I’ve done to set this up, even though Frank and Val didn’t show, you did and… if anyone is a positive poster child for bringing Pro-Registration and Anti-Registration issues to rest it’d be you.” She smirked. Having the daughter of Johnny Storm around is never a loss, the Fantasic family always gets public support, love, sympathy… if I can get Sylvia on my side of the fence, it would generate a lot of positive hype and possible pull more people to accept my invitation… bah, guess I’ll have to throw this little shin-dig more than once. Pete’s mind was always working, doing multiple things at once. Pay attention Stark! She focused on the blonde. “And I'm saying what you think I'm saying, I'm willing to step down from my position on registration and start a new group, one that's unified, one for fighting the bad guys again not one another. So, Slyvia, thank you for coming on my father's behalf and my own, whatever you need just let me know-” She cast a cocky smirk out, snapping her fingers with a wink. “ Cha-ching and…” She trailed over at Veck, only now entering the conference room. He showed up, her heart skipped a beat and she cleared her throat, swearing the collar of her undershirt suddenly felt like it was tightening around her throat. “Mica Wilson,” She gestured to the strange character. “Perhaps we can arrange to get you out of those shackles or would you rather keep them?” And Banner’s daughter… I could use her if she doesn’t go Hulk on me and squeeze me until I pop like a can of tomato paste… Pete couldn’t help but share her father’s view that Banner needed to be put in a big rocket and shot to another planet because he was just too dangerous for this one. "Miss Banner, your father once said he was the man with the plan, I'd love to know what your plans are for the future, not only your own future, but that of this planet." She tried not to look in Veck Rodgers direction, I need to say a lot to you, don’t I? Veck… the girl thought silently.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:32 pm
[[ MICA_WILSON]]“What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing, and then simply persists in their lunacy?”Mica cracked a smiled and stood, the ankle shackles clinking off and the straight jacket's sleeves coming undone.
"What shackles?" Her bi-colored eyes held a touch of mischievousness but also a dark, calculating intelligence that wouldn't normally be present in a lunatic's eyes. Mica's orderly stood and took a few fearful steps back, unsure of what to do now.
"I best be leaving. I wouldn't stick around her either, if I were you." Mrs. Robinson warned as she apprehensively took the dolly and discarded ankle shackles before fleeing the room. Mica just snickered with glee and took the chair that Mrs. Robinson had been sitting in. She listened intently to the conversation between Petre and the others, keeping silent and uttering no more psychotic banter. Finally, when all seemed quiet, Mica spoke once again. This time, she sounded sane.
"So you're asking us all to be heroes?" The pink haired young woman rolled her eyes in a slightly playful manner and waved a long sleeved hand in the air. "Now I'm starting to think you're crazier than me. Do I look like a hero? Sure, some of these others could definitely be heroes but me? No way, no how." A slightly saddened shrug and Mica seemed to slump a little. "I bet you ten bucks that no one, except for you Miss Stark, knows who I am. And on top of that, I bet you another ten bucks that none of them know what I do. I kill, maim, disfigure, blow up, and tortue people for a living and you're asking me to be a hero? You've got balls, dear." Mica ended her small little speech and sat back in her chair, arms dangling on her sides as she gave Petre a defiant 'I dare you, pitch me a reason to join. Give any of us a reason to join.' look.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 9:13 am
Celaeno Banner"A storm rises on the horizon. She turns her face to the swelling dark and simply says,'Do your worst.'"
Young Banner shifted in her seat a little uncomfortable. She never did well under the spot light especially with those around her who knew her origins. Celaeno sat up as soon as the pink-haired delight finished her small speech. Celaeno folded her hands on the table top, looking at them before taking a breath and opening her mouth a little.
"Like my father I want a safer world, so people won't have to constantly think I'll turn monster on them and eat them. I don't know what my future holds but if we are to work together I am sure something can be done," It was then that Celaeno made eye-contact with Pete Stark. At times she felt the creature in her mind stir when ever she looked into another's eyes. Like the creature was simply looking out for her instead of wanting to kill. It was a simple curiousity that Celaeno never fully investigated. Her eyes broke contact and she looked back at her hands, "but that is only if we work together."
She returned to sitting back in her chair as if something were going to hurt her on the smooth surface. There was nothing in her father's personality that was in Celaeno. Sure she picked up some of his traits here and there but her caution was completely different. She knew her penalties and treaded on a different path unlike her father who stepped carefully on the same one. It's my mother I'm like more. I wonder if I could find her. That was Celaeno's main goal, to find her mother and the woman her father must have loved so much to have a child with while endangering both woman and unborn child. Must have been pretty ballsey herself to date my dad...
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 12:01 pm
Robert “Bob” Sebastien LeBeau
Don't turn your back on the past... Robert shook his head, he rose from the chair. “I can’t accept this kind of offer right now,” The man brushed at his tan suit and felt awkward. He didn’t really like meetings and he didn’t much care for the small girl at the podium staring at him as if he was unzipping his pants to take a wiz on the Mona Lisa. He picked up his small shoulder bag, “I need to think about it and, honestly, Miss Stark your family is known for having secret agendas. I would consider finding someone else to be the figurehead for spearing a movement of new Avengers.”
He made sure the clasp on his bag was secure. I can’t say that in any nicer way but that’s the truth. The pubic, especially the hero community, doesn’t want to see a Stark standing at the podium anymore, Robert thought, trying to chase off the guilt he felt for having had to say what he just said though at the podium there was no change in Petre’s face. Not any change. She remained absolutely cold and unbending, exactly how her father looked when he was on the stand. The only time Tony had fumbled a speech was at Captain America’s funeral, which Robert had watched on television as a young teen. Memories that we’ll never forget.
“Well then,” Robert said awkwardly. Feeling like someone was going to jump him on his way out. “Excuse me.”
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