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Name: Apel What you like to be called: Apel, because it is me. Age: Too old Favorite band: Muse Favorite color: Anything but yellow One thing you should know about me: I have become a scatterbrain... within the last year especially. Any other fandoms?: Aside Marvel? Yeah, Nintendo, mostly Pokemon. I have: one | more than one muse Characters I play: Rocket (group), Rocket (indie) My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | crack | action (( I seem to be more action-centered. I really like humor too though, hence my choice in a muse. )) How long you’ve been RPing: Since 2008 officially but had been dabbling in RP fantasy crap since like... 12 years ago. Use to LARP a lot as a kid so using my imagination to create epic stories so even longer if you count anything like that. I use to LARP Star-Trek. XD Top 3 favorite Marvel characters: Rocket, Deadpool and Iron-Man First Marvel comic book ever read: It was this Hulk vs Everyone thing laying at my ‘Dad’s’ place. ((He’s not my real dad but he’s the closest thing I got XD )) Was probably back in 2006 or 2007. First Marvel movie watched: Spider-Man, way back in the day. Favorite Marvel comic: Nova Favorite Marvel movie: Guardians of the Galaxy Favorite Marvel actor/actress: Robert Downey Jr. or Chris Pratt
“Sounds good t’me.“ Even if he’d rather have the billions of units, speaking from a personal perspective. But he could live with just surviving this. There were other, less completely insane scores to be made in the galaxy.
“Where’d ya guys stash the Milano? Figure we can jus’ get it onboard and get outta this place.”
“C’mon, we gotta head out this way Jack, there’s a shortcut I saw through the blueprints of this place,” Rocket said as he lead them away.
Where was the Milano? He wasn’t exactly sure but he had just given signal to Quill to let the guy know they needed to be picked up.
“Yeah somethin’ like that?? There someone we can unload it on? Gotta say I’m not a fan of carrying this titan-bait around. Even fer all the units it’s worth– which I know is a flarkin’ lot.“
It was in his voice that he was more than a little tempted to just take the treasure and bolt with it, sell it at some exorbitant price in some disreputable market. Score the dough, let the dumb thing get lost in the galactic underground…
“ Yeah I don’t know where this thing would be safe exactly, but our plan was to get it back to Quill and figure that part out next. I don’t know... maybe he thinks we can use it to kill Thanos but personally I think we just need to get it as far away from that purple moron as we can,” Rocket gripped back. He didn’t care about the worth of the orb. As much as he liked having his pockets full of units, he’d rather stay alive for the time being.
“Yeah–. Yeah–!! ‘Cause it’s just a run-of-the-mill job when ya got a weapon o’ mass destructing in yer hands an’ some head galactic honcho inside that buildin’ lookin’ fer ya. What do we even do with this thing, Rocky?“
He asked, gesturing to the roughened orb container that held the Power Gem within its otherwise unsuspecting contours.
“I was more gesturing towards the fact we almost got killed but... yeah, that all seems normal t’me. I guess the plan is to get it far from the reach of Thanos?” Rocket shrugged.
Got a question? Shoot and I’ll shoot back.
“Don’t act like this doesn’t happen all the time.”
How tall are you exactly?
“Three feet, but I am ten feet tall when I climb on Groot.”
What kind of music do you like?
“Well I am not that picky about music, the melody and message is more important than the genre. Unless you're asking about earth bands? Then I got no idea. I just listen to Quill's music. “
Got a question? Shoot and I’ll shoot back.
“So after all that how about we order a pizza?”
Not The Hero Type || Blackjack, Rocket, & Groot
Rocket got to the door on Groot’s shoulders, having aided in taking down the nova corpsmen alongside with Blackjack. When they got to the door, he got down and hooked a small device to a security door’s computer panel. A few taps on the screen while the ringtail hummed to himself and the doors swung open.
Be-bing!
They were in. The security door swung open and there was a metal display at the end of the hall waiting, the room had more corpsmen in it guarding it ready to attack the three of them, all of them confused and panicked due to the heist.
“Take ‘em out Blackjack,” Rocket ordered, adding in a few new cartridges to his own gun as quickly as possible before joining in.
Groot followed the small Halfworlder into the elevator, toting Rocket who was still helping him to scout the area. They were drawing closer to their goal. The two creatures communicated with one another while Groot remained rather silent and waited for instruction from them.
It was a little cramped for space, so Groot was grateful to be free of the confines of the metal lift shortly after. It was calmer here, betraying the utter chaos they had ascended from.
“I am Groot.”
He lumbered along, lowering Rocket to the floor as the three prepared to square off against the Corpsmen who would try to stop them here. They were so near to their goal. There was no failing here.
Groot’s barky exterior thickened with sharp protrusions, and he waited for no creature as he engaged in frightening off the Nova guards. He roared at them and swung his fists, inciting a panic. He picked up one guard by the scruff of his collar and shoved him back out the large metal door.
“I am Groot!”
Hopefully this would clear the path for Rocket and Blackjack to work towards obtaining the infinity gem ensconced within.
He couldn’t believe he had to set his blaster to ‘stun’.
This was the only thought that popped into his head as the great tree monster next to him bellowed ferociously and at once set about spreading mass panic among the Xandarian guards. Once he flipped the settings Blackjack got right to it, letting out a tremendous yell as he ignited the blaster’s functions.
A colossal burst of cyan-shot energy exploded from the barrel of his blaster, sweeping the room at his deliberate direction and forcibly throwing a good number of the Nova Corps elites into the walls behind them. Instant knock-outs and decommissions. The Halfworlder stops after one sweep, not wanting to risk hitting either of his teammates as they moved forward and engaged with ther rest.
Blackjack wasted no time in holstering the blaster and scampering through the chaos of battle, straight towards the display case at the end of the hall. He was easily the fastest sprinter of these three, only made sense he make the grab– right?
There was a small rough orb- kinda looked like a mini comet- placed atop a high pedestal, surrounded by a last set of glass(?) walls. Had to be it. There was nothing else in here. He dodges a last Corps soldier with ease, swerving and outpacing him to the goal. Once he reaches the glass obstruction he takes his blaster out again, sets it to Absolute Mayhem before punching a special switch.
A shrieking blast tears into the super strong material, set at a frequency that ricochets over the entire structure and shatters it. The loot is now entirely free for grabs.
“GRAB IT.“
He yells to the other two as he deals with that guard who’d just caught up to him.
“They’re after the stone!!” came a panicked cry from one of the corpsmen before Blackjack tranked him. Certainly their presence would not be forgotten even after a drug induced sleep.
“So much for security,” Rocket mumbled before taking off.
Rocket rushed to the protection device harboring the orb, using Blackjack as his cover as he made a grab for it. Things seemed to halt into slow motion for a moment as he reached out in mid-jump to get the power gem.
Success: they were at the climax of their mission. Rocket had a pouch on his waist that he slipped it into, before he went towards the door, having had the mercenary hare clear the room.
“Alright I got it, let’s get outta here!” the smaller Halfworlder ordered, reloading his gun again, just in case.
Totally Tanked V2 | Tony & Rocket
“SORRY, TOM NOOK. I’M GOING TO HAVE TO PASS ON ACCOUNT THAT I’M NOT FIVE.”
The armoured man swiftly turns his locus of attention towards the voice which rises up within perceived juvenile waves of aggression, the blast of the critter’s jetpack sending a roaring scorch to rip through the air. The upheaval of gravel concludes in a momentary upward spray of dirt, one which initially makes it difficult to pinpoint the extraterrestrial’s specific location for a few crucial seconds. But the disruption soon settles, the clouded view easing into clarity, just in time to notice the launcher.
I swear to god this rodent isn’t worth all this effort…
Sensors begin to scan the weapon as it commences its first assault, the engineer effortlessly weaving out of the way of the missile’s trajectory only to come to the realisation that it seemed to be following his heat signature. An issue easily resolved by aiming a blast of his repulsor to the side to draw the mindless shell in its direction to soon be decimated. That’s one… However, there’s something utterly laughable about the creature’s inability to escape with the lumbering weight of the launcher - if Tony didn’t know better, he would have probably exercised a hint of leniency. That is if Rocket hadn’t taken the initiative to have previously attacked. He’s in a tough spot, thoughts of collateral damage springing to mind… And yet that doesn’t hinder Iron Man from re-routing his energy supply towards his unibeam, a slow whir chiming as the stream of energy leaves the centre of his chest in the direction of the ground.
Only an annoyed snarl emitted from the Guardian as Stark evaded his missile. He was considering a second shot but he was morbidly curious to see what the metal clad man was about to do in retaliation. Rocket saw the attack coming at him and did his best to dodge however the time he had to do so gave him no such luck. Rocket lifted his cannon and his missile launcher crippled in his grip, sending the bionic mammal flying and hitting a nearby tree.
The moment Rocket’s back hit the trunk of the tree he flew into, he was temporarily knocked out, but only slightly bloodied from the parts of his weapon exploding.
Totally Tanked V2 | Tony & Rocket
There’s a great air of satisfaction exuding from the man, the beginning of a smug grin curling at the corner of his lips which threatens to burgeon into a full blown toothy smirk. To say that the hero was an act-first and ask questions later type of guy was a bit of an understatement, the inkling indication of a destroyed ship speaking volumes to that degree as all thoughts of salvaging the craft for his personal gain tucked itself behind synapses alight with impulse. I’ve got you know, you furry bastard… Or so he thought.
Shit.
Tony hadn’t been counting on the little critter making a counter attack any time soon, internally setting the probability of such to a very low decimalised figure. One which was negligible at best…and yet brown and calculating eyes were now widening at the sight of the pair of tiny means of weaponry which no doubt packed a mean punch regardless of their size, spikes of self-preservation causing for the suited man to weave through the air to avoid the incoming bursts of energy hot on his tail. And it’s just as well - half a second of dawdling and the man would be on his ass in a crumbled heap of metal with groans filtering up into the ether amidst fumes and leaking fluids. Teeth grit in frustration as a heavy heave of air pushes itself passed the clenched and stern jaw, a minor amount of spittle punctuating his disdain. The little guy was going to pay, so help him. He picked the wrong day to mess with the wrong Avenger.
But the extraterrestrial is nowhere to be seen, a sideways tilt of the visored mask denoting the inventor’s momentarily misplaced confusion. Jets at the base of his armoured boots shifting to allow for a steadier means of flight as the barrage of upward fire meandered to a halt. This wasn’t good, that much the engineer could tell as multiple scans of the craft brought up negative results. Its combination of insulating material working well as a means of camouflage barring sporadic heat signatures which fluttered in the most peculiar patterns. The man’s voice permeates down to the ground between moments of silence, using the short pauses to tentatively ascertain where the raccoon is.
“HIDE AND SEEK’S NOT A FAVOURITE OF MINE. WAS ALWAYS A POKER TYPE OF GUY.”
“Then how about some tag?? You’re it!,” Rocket growl rumbled from the ruined of his ship before he jetted out of the cockpit wearing a jet-pack, and landing onto the park’s trail.
He skidded onto the trail and then aimed a new weapon at the suited hero. He was holding a missile launcher with six chambers, all loaded. He didn’t hesitate to shooting one of the explosives at Tony.
Rocket’s launcher was too big for him to run with, which was what he wanted to do... but the thoughts of trying to flee fizzled out at knowing his best route to escape was incapacitated for the time being.
Not The Hero Type || Blackjack, Rocket, & Groot
As soon as they made it to the elevator, Blackjack started jamming his thumb repeatedly against the call button. Leaving it to the two heavy guns to take out any Corps goons headed their way in the meantime. (Not that he wasn’t a heavy gun, he just didn’t fancy takin’ any hits for a mission he hadn’t even come up with).
While the flora creature and his Halfworld compatriot took on the panicked Xandarian forces, Blackjack popped open the barrel of his blaster and restrung a few wires to speed up the recharge process. Who knew what sort of walls they’d come up with when they got to the actual holding location.
Clapping it shut, a toothy grin lit up his face when he saw the affirmative lights gleaming from the screen display attached to his big gun. Now officially packing 100% more power. His head darts up at the sound of the elevator, and with a yell he alerts the other, scurrying inside and holding the door open for them.
It’s a rough fit, especailly with the tree creature and press of fire on them, but soon the doors are closed and they’re on their way. A mere some seconds later finds them at a heavily sealed off doorway, elevator sufficiently broken so that no-one could follow them up here.
Slowly Blackjack approaches the doors, his blaster humming quietly as red lenses survey and flick over the huge metal structure.
“Okay, Rocky. Do yer stuff.“
Rocket got to the door on Groot’s shoulders, having aided in taking down the nova corpsmen alongside with Blackjack. When they got to the door, he got down and hooked a small device to a security door’s computer panel. A few taps on the screen while the ringtail hummed to himself and the doors swung open.
Be-bing!
They were in. The security door swung open and there was a metal display at the end of the hall waiting, the room had more corpsmen in it guarding it ready to attack the three of them, all of them confused and panicked due to the heist.
“Take ‘em out Blackjack,” Rocket ordered, adding in a few new cartridges to his own gun as quickly as possible before joining in.
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