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Thread: Starlight City (SypherSortis x Lady Serpentine x Selini)

KABOOM! Servos whirred as the men in blue ducked and dived for cover, flashes of blue and white filling the air like the standoff had become a rave, each flash reflecting off the metallic grey of the power suit, sleek and expertly designed, fully concealing the pilot within. Crash! Before the lights snapped out with a bang as the spinning cop car slams into the top of another, tossed by the powerful suit like it was little more than a toy. More flashes and bangs rang out as the police opened fire, watching in dismay as the bullets bounced harmlessly off the angled surface of the armor platings. You and your puny weapons have no place on this battleground! a distinctly female voice called out from the machine's hidden speakers. I am Macha, Goddess of War! Call forth your proposed 'Super Heroes' that we might engage in bloody combat and etch our names into the annals of history! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She wasn't sure why she was listening to the police channel. Perhaps some part of her just felt... ready, even logic would say she wasn't. There were only so many ways one could practice alone before you needed actual field experience. And really, what harm could the average supervillain really do to her? Yeah, everyone had to start somewhere. This was her moment! The police were clearly having trouble, and the SWAT team couldn't get there half as fast as she could. There was no better opportunity to save the day! The outfit, first try as it was, was a little awkward. It would take more tweaking to get one that could be put on in a hurry. Pulling on a full body white unitard, tugging on the shiny gold skirt and holding it in place by a large silver belt accented in the center by a small, shimmering purple gem. A similar gem-accented silver necklace large and solid enough to have her golden cape attached to the back of it, accented with slender but solid-looking forearm-length gloves and knee-high boots of a similar gold with silver embellishments, and all topped off by a white mask that covered the full top half of her face, angled slightly down her cheeks and wrapping around the back of her head for extra support. The lenses on the mask sparked to life and glowed a bright gold to hide even her eyes, though shoulder-length curls of golden-blond hair was left to flow free. With the hard part done and gone, it was finally time to head out to the easy villain-stomping part! Something she did with apparent ease as she stepped from the rooftop stairwell of her highrise apartment and launched into the air, flying through the sky at rapid speeds with casual grace. It wouldn't be long at all before she arrived at the troubled intersection, the butterflies already rumbling within her belly.
Thread: Starlight City (SypherSortis x Lady Serpentine x Selini)

The young man sat in the lounge at the hospital, a magazine resting over his face as he tried to catch what little bit of rest he could. Starlight General wasn't a super busy hospital, but to say it was a slow clearly meant you'd never worked at one. Already having one surgery that morning, he was ready to retire for the day, but two days worth of follow ups and reviews to get done in one said otherwise. Dr. Lyrandar? A blue eye looked out from under the magazine slightly, before pulling it from his face. Yes, Maggie? Well, I was watching the news and was wondering if we should get a few rooms ready... you know, just in case... The perky little nurse, pointed behind him at the television, causing the young man to lean back in his seat to look at the television in the corner of the lounge upside down. Robot..... attacking downtown, he said, almost in a confused tone. At first he thought was actually asleep, but his dreams were never this mundane. He let out a bored sigh, standing up. Yes, Maggie. Get Bobby and a few of the orderlies to help you clear some of the rooms on the third floor. I'll go get on the line and tell the ambulances to get warmed up. Watching the nurse hurry out of the room, the doctor followed after her, but turned down the opposite direction of the hallway, heading towards his office. Claude Lyrandar, the name etched on the door, was the man in question. A piece of white paper was taped on the glass from the inside, with a crisp lettering reading And Jack! caused him to frown as he opened the door, tearing it off and dropping it in the trash as he fluidly moved behind the desk and pulled out a black messenger bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, he headed back out of the office, beelining it to the elevator towards the garage. He briskly walked past the car that was in the parking spot named for him and opened the door to a rough-looking sedan in the quiet corner of the parking lot. His pristine white jacket was tossed inside and replaced with a padded black jacket more akin to a motorcycle rider. A pair of similar pants were pulled over his scrubs and the comfortable sneakers were kicked off in place of sturdy combat boots. Climbing into the driver's seat, he started the car and peeled out of the parking garage like a man on a mission. Which he was. This wasn't a very common thing for him, but he'd been doing it as a side venture every now and again. And seeing as it was a robot of some sort, he wasn't even sure he would be able to manage to do anything useful aside from assist from the sidelines and reduce casualties. But he had to do something, right?
Thread: A new body and a new adventure

It was Cloud, Cid, and Vincent traveling together, currently they were fighting against an unknown monster, they were all getting tired and getting ready to run away when the mobster suddenly jumped over to the group and grabbed Cloud. Shit! Get off of me! He snapped before it suddenly let out a breath of pink smoke and things started to go black in the hero's eyes, he could hear his friends yelling for him just before he blacked out. A soft groan slipped from soft pink lips as Cloud slowly started to come to. The former soldier slowly started to get up from the ground, balance off for some reason, looking down, blue eyes suddenly went wide in shock when Cloud saw that he was now suddenly a she. What the hell?! She cried out in shock as she looked at the mounds on her chest that were her breasts. Quickly, Cloud pulled her pants away from her to look down them and saw that her cock was gone as well, she felt slightly faint but quickly shook it off when she noticed that she wasn't in the forest like she had been before and she didn't even have her sword with her. Shit...where am I? She mumbled as she looked around, she could smell the sea and saw a water fall near by, she wondered how far the nearest village was.
Thread: Scarlet Widow

Her brother was dead...she still couldn't believe it, it felt like someone had ripped out her heart, the worst part of it was that she had even seen his death through his eyes for a moment. Wanda Maximoff shuttered in her seat on the giant shuttle that held so many people, she hadn't been allowed to even get on the same shuttle as her brother's body was on, it caused her anger to rise and her hands glowed red slightly. The young woman took a deep breath before she got up to her feet and quickly moved away from the other people, trying to hide herself away from the others on the plane. It took nearly nineteen hours to get back to the states, drop off civilians, and get everyone else to the new Avengers base, in that time Wanda had not even taken a nap despite how tired she was. As they made it into the building, there was Nick Fury waiting for them. Natasha, we have a bit of a problem, we are going to need you to room with Miss. Maximoff for a bit since her room is still being built. He said as he looked between the two women, he wasn't sure how Natasha would feel about the idea after Wanda had messed with her head, but she was the only other female here.
Thread: Scarlet Widow

After all the craziness of the last few days, from being brainfucked, to the Hulk rampage, and then getting to deal with an insane evil robot... this was perhaps not how Natasha wanted to cap off her day. She glanced idly to the younger woman standing beside her, trying to hide her deep bitterness and annoyance behind her usually indifferent expression. Of all the people to get stuck with... But, she couldn't complain. Didn't have the energy after all that had transpired. Fine, Natasha finally admitted. The busty redhead moved to stand upright and brushed some lingering bits of dust and debris from her tight black suit. Having to share space with this girl... even if she was cute, there was a lot of annoyance simmering under the surface. It's only temporary anyway, Natasha said, before making her way off to the living quarters. She could put up with this... or even find a way to enjoy it.
Thread: Scarlet Widow

Wanda was shocked when she was told that she was going to be rooming with the lovely older woman. It would have been nicer though if the red head didn't hate her, she didn't even need her powers to know that considering what Wanda and her brother had done to these people. The thought of her brother sent a dagger right through her heart, she was alone now without her brother, he had always been the one to help her focus on not losing control of her powers. I can sleep anywhere, I don't really need a bedroom. She said as she looked down to the floor. She was use to sleeping on floors or tiny hard metal beds, she was sure that she could just find a place to hide and get some sleep. Wanda slowly looked up at Natasha and lightly bit her bottom lip. I'm sorry for what I did, it was a horrible thing to do. She apologized before gulping softly and closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the other woman to hit her like she felt she deserved to be.
Thread: Scarlet Widow

Natasha looked down at the slightly shorter woman. If you're sorry, then being mopy won't solve the issue. Forgiveness is earned through actions and not self-loathing, she explained. And after everything that had happened recently, she was a little too sore and tired to waste the energy on throwing a punch. You can take the sofa. Knowing Fury, it has a fold out bed too it. With that she opened the door. The room wasn't much to write home about. Of a respectable size, it had one bedroom, a bathroom, and the main body was a 'living room' with a large sofa opposite a wall mounted TV. Natasha sighed as she made her way inside, unzipping her bodysuit and letting the material slide down her strong shoulders, revealing the white tank top housing her bust beneath.
Thread: Little something for everyone hopefully (MxM, MxF, MxFuta etc etc)

I might be interested in helping you out with something. My character is a three inch tall adult mouseboy who doesn't mind being handled roughly by others.
Thread: House of Cards (Kirby & manofyourdream)

It was one of those nights again, a night where nothing but the best and most figure hugging dress would do, not to mention a night where she needed to wear those heels which always made her feel as though she would topple over at any moment, they did prove useful though to make people stare at her taut well rounded rear. In fact this was the subject that would bring her to Majority whip Frank Underwood. Last night she had received an email from one of the photographers at the Herald, of Congressman Underwood checking out said rear end, so she felt that this was her ticket to speak to him. After printing off the image she stuffed it into her purse, and set about getting dressed. She realised that the white dress from the previous nights opera caught his eye once, so perhaps his attention would be easily gained when she wore it again. Stepping out of her well worn robe she had slipped around herself after her shower, and into a white thong she pulled a matching bra across her chest which pushed those well rounded mounds into a nice cleavage. Eventually she wriggled into that figure hugging white number, and struggled to move it up over her curves, although luckily it was slightly elasticated so it wasn't impossible. Spreading some thin amount of makeup across her lips, cheeks and eyes she peered into a scruffy unclean mirror and nodded her head in some sort of affirmation that it was enough. Tousling her hair between slender, less than manicured fingers, she smirked and picked up her purse. Dress She'd done her homework on the congressman the night before, as soon as she had received the email from her colleague, so an air of confidence surrounded the young female, allowing her a swagger and a sway of her hips as she walked out to hail a cab. She didn't think too much about the fact she was about to turn up to a benefit without an invite, without a guest, but with a firm need to get some information to work her way up the ranks at the Herald. She knew they wouldn't take her seriously if she continued to be a lowly, unnamed junior, she desperately needed to make herself useful, and Francis Underwood was the way forward. The cab didn't take too long to get to the events location, so she stuffed some notes though the window and with some minor attempt to keep her dignity she stepped out of the cab, making her way to the entrance. For such a high profile gig it was surprisingly easy to slide inside, as though she were with the person she'd been standing beside. Once in though she sloped away from whomever she'd latched onto, and set about seeking out her prey. Dark eyes darted around, and she managed to gain a glass of champagne to make it look as though she really belonged here.
Thread: House of Cards (Kirby & manofyourdream)

It took a small amount of time to reach the bar, using her trademark swagger to make sure that she was pulling the right sort of attention, in fact this fundraiser was the perfect place to become 'noticed' and she could potentially use these people for her own good. She reached the point in her life where she was growing tired of her life, tired of living above a restaurant and even more tired of the hell hole she called a home. 'Any means necessary' she whispered to herself, knocking back the glass of champagne she had gained. Biting her bottom lip she looked around the place, attempting to seek out the elusive Francis Underwood. Eyes fell upon him, that handsome man in the sharp suit- She noted how well he wore it, how well tailored it was to his body, and how his elder frame stood and oozed power. Normally she was drawn to the weedy little men that she could control, that she could use, but this was different. This time she didn't exactly want to bed the man, but she wanted to use him to gain more information, and work her way up the ladder. She knew of people that bedded their sources, but she was going to be different, she was going to be all business with this man. Luckily her glass was empty, so she had a legitimate reason to be at the bar, so carefully she climbed onto the stool in the most ladylike fashion and leaned against the surface. Her ploy was to ignore Francis for the time being, and wonder if the dress would do it's thing. So far, so good. Smirking to herself she bode her time, and peered out the corner of her eye at him, not turning for the moment. She did smell great, and she felt great, the bottle of Dior Pure Poison that her ex had left her as some sort of 'nasty' message had backfired, as the perfume actually smelled amazing. The sound of the man tapping his fingers against the bar went right through her, and she found that she could no longer ignore the man, she turned to face him with a slight smile. Thank you, but I'm sure I could have gotten his attention myself She scoffed, and adjusted her bra slightly so the cleavage was more apparent. I'll have whatever he's having... She said, nodding to Francis and slightly changing her tone for the moment. She knew she wasn't going to sleep with him, but sex definitely sells, and in this business she knew that more than ever. Zoe, Zoe Barnes She added finally, offering a hand to meet his extended fingers and taking them, giving a light shake. But I knew who you were Congressman Underwood, such a shame you didn't recognise me. She added rather cryptically, waiting for him to order his drink before she got her random order.
Thread: House of Cards (Kirby & manofyourdream)

Oh how she would give anything to snatch her hand away from his grip, to leave him sitting there with his 'strong' drink, and infuriating arrogance. She pondered him for a moment, wondering how it was that he'd managed to maintain a marriage, or any relationship for that matter. How was it that he'd managed to secure a high up seat within congress, and held so much esteem among his peers. Of course all of this thinking happened in a rather short moment, and when her drinks was passed back to her she was all sweetness once more. She'd removed the hateful glare, and attempted to regain an amused one as he spouted remarks about his name and how she'd heard of him. Forcing a fake chuckle, she removed her hand slowly from the icy powerful grip and cupped the glass of clear fluid. By the time she'd actually got around to picking it up, the glass was covered in condensation which coated her regular unkempt nails and dripped down her chest as she pulled it to her lightly painted lips. Leaving signs of said paint on the rim of the glass, she allowed the liquid to burn it's way down her throat, making her cough rather embarrassingly. Turning her head away from the majority whip, her hair following suit, she attempted to regain her composure and desperately tried not to look like a child taking her first sip of daddies whisky. Placing the glass on the white counter top, she wiped the tears that had gathered in the corner of her dark eyes with the back of her hand, and brushed away the beaded condensation from her bosom. Luckily there hadn't been enough water to seep through her dress and expose those darkened rings beneath. Being nothing but relentless, Zoe pulled the glass back into her hands and sipped it again, and this time managed to survive with just a small cringe and a deep burn of her throat but no coughing. Grinning at her achievement she looked back to Francis with a confident gaze. She then set about easing the curiosity that she had planted within him upon introduction, and reached for her purse. Pulling the folded piece of paper from inside, she passed it to him across the bar, without unfolding it. Perhaps that will go some way to explaining where you know me from, and for your information I have written many a report on you, congressman. She spat the final words as though she did produce venom, and used it to silence her prey. So I certainly didn't have to ask my father She hissed those words About you! To be honest Zoe knew that she would be able to use this photo as some leverage with the man, but she wasn't entirely sure how he would react, and what sort of situation she was about to find herself in. She knew that he wouldn't want the image to be leaked anywhere, and if he valued his name as much as he seemed to then he would play her little game, and he would co-operate. For certain the Herald would take her seriously if she had someone like Francis in her pocket. She was fed up of Tom looking at her like she was something on his shoe, and he would remember her name now that was for sure.
Thread: House of Cards (Kirby & manofyourdream)

She wanted something alright, she certainly wasn't here for the free booze, the general hobnobbing with men and women with far too much money than they knew what to do with, she was here to claim what was truly hers, the right to progress- to make something of herself. The photograph was just her ticket to this privilege, to this right that she had to better her life. Being young and ambitious was perhaps a good thing, but ambition is no good alone, so leverage and insider information was what she needed and would certainly get. Assessing his every word, his every move his expressions, his tone, she had a talent for reading people and she knew that he was slightly agitated by the photo, especially since he was concerned with who knew about it. Smirking, she inwardly smiled when he effectively returned the drinks she'd ordered to make them into a larger volume, and once they were filled to a proper measure she slipped her fingers around the quality whisky tumblers, and pulled it to her lips. She took a deep breath, her nose dipping slightly over the rim to inhale the slightly smokey undertones from the amber fluid. Although the drink was strong, it was smooth and almost sweet at the same time, the scent of it filled her nostrils, intoxicating her thoughts. Sipping the drink she tilted it a slight bit toward his glass, as though to toast him, but more of a thanks for making it a double. Finally she spoke, she had been having a hell of a lot of fun and wanted to watch him silently for a little bit longer, but she knew she would need to get to the point or risk losing his attention. She knew that it would take a while to regain it, and she didn't feel like working that hard. Alright Francis...May I call you that? She asked, or perhaps it was more of a rhetorical question as she didn't exactly wait for a reply before continuing. Information. That is what I want. I want the scoop before anyone else, and I'm offering to pretty much be the reporter in your pocket. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours The corner of her lips curled a little, her trademark smug look firmly printed on her face. As for the picture, well perhaps you'll just have to trust me that only the right people know about it She purred these words, as though they rolled off the tongue. For a small naive girl from Chicago, she had certainly developed a certain arrogance to her since being in the capital. With that she finished the contents of her glass in one large mouthful, and thought for a moment that the fluid would start to seep out of the sides if she didn't swallow quickly. So in one gulp the liquid had burned it's way down her throat, and this time the burn stung so badly. She so regretted that decision, but she desperately wanted to look as though she were in control of the situation. Clenching her fists down at her side, she looked down before returning her dark eyes to stare into his, waiting for his reply and hoping that he didn't perceive the last action as a moment of weakness, especially not after all she had been through to even be talking to this man.