Marvel At My Blog

Hello! I'm Carol Danvers, though to a fair few I may be better known as Captain Marvel (formerly "Ms."). I'm admittedly new to blogging and whatnot, so I'm not entirely sure what else needs to be said. Avengers Tower | Unmasked Avenger(s) in the Tower [This is an RP blog.]

[marvelousmiss]

OOC:

so all of my rp groups have died

and i haven't gotten the chance to rp on this blog in ages

but i'd like to start again

so....

any takers?

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It had been an exhausting day, and if she didn't get to bed soon, Carol feared she would collapse. Normally, 11pm was when she got all of her work done. But that would all have to wait until the morning.

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Something fluffy rubbed against Carol’s leg as she slowly came to consciousness. Her face had been dug into the cushions of the couch, indents of the cloth lining her cheeks. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels lay on the floor next to her, and she still tasted the alcohol on her breath. What time was it?

She pulled her cell-phone off of the side table, nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. Was it really already 4:29? She groaned. And 7 new messages.

Shit.

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Wong opened the door and was glad to see a friendly face. He had gotten used to quickly dodging attacks from angry visitors but knew Carol would never do harm. Wong let her in, and before he could go off to get Dr. Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme himself appeared.

“Carol, it is good to see a friendly face at a time like this. Wong, please get some water boiling for tea. At a time like this, we may be getting many visitors.”

Wong quickly went off for he knew that what Strange had said was true. In dark times many seek the help of the mystic arts.

Strange turned to Carol and asked, “I had sensed you were coming but what brings you here Carol? Is Chewie still talking to you? I apologize again for using that means of communication, but at the time it was the best way.”

Before Carol's fingers could even wrap around the heavy bronze of the knocker, the door opened, a relieved Wong peeking out from behind it. He opened the door more fully, letting Carol inside, and as he went to call for the Doctor, the man materialized before their eyes.

Doctor Strange's eyes crinkled with age and wear, as though he had been awake for days, but he nonetheless shot a toothy grin to Carol as he greeted her.

She returned the smile. "Sorry to intrude, Stephen. I just... didn't know where else to go."

He asked her questions, made small talk, cracked a few jokes - no doubt to try to keep her mind off of the current circumstances of the city. She just forced a chuckle and shook her head.

Her eyes wandered to the nearest window; her brow furrowed, her jaw clenched. "It's a madhouse out there, Stephen." A pause. "And I... I just need to make sure that it can't happen again."

[mysticsurgeon-blog]

Stephen Strange has seen everything. He has seen the beginning of time itself, and has seen the depths of Mephisto’s Realm. This wasn’t the first time Strange has seen destruction close to home, but the images he saw when he went past the makeshift field hospitals in Washington Square Park just...

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Carol Danvers saw the hordes of people, the police tape, the flashing cameras, the reporters all shouting over each other. It was a mangled mess, and Lady Liberty’s disembodied head lay at the forefront of the chaos. Seeing the stoic woman so broken made Carol’s stomach churn; it was the main reason that she fought her way past the crowd, slipping through almost unnoticed.

She had a different place to be, a much more important job to do. With all tragedies, there must be some people who handle the cleanup, and others who instead take on the responsibility of searching out the cause. That was Carol’s job. Tony and Steve and the others could undoubtedly handle doing damage control. But there was a more pressing issue at hand.

She needed help; she knew she would need help. And when it came to finding magic, Loki’s weapon of choice, there was only one man for the job.

Carol raised her hand to lift the heavy knocker on the door of the Sanctum Sanctorum to pay a house call to the Doctor…

[die-erste-bamf-blog]

Is it too early to start decorating the mansion for the holidays? Things are not nearly shiny enough for my liking.

[marvelousmiss]

It is never too early to start decorating for the holidays. Or playing holiday-related music.

Be sure to throw in some decent Hanukkah songs for Kitty.  :)

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I'm in the mood to read but all I can find that I haven't already finished are old calculations of Dr. Banner's that have fallen astray.

Honestly, a little too dry for my taste.

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Every time I watch Star Wars, Chewie gets really insulted over his namesake.

Then I have to tell him that, really, Chewbacca is the main character and the hero of the whole story. After which he promptly plops his fat cat self on my lap and refuses to move even once the movie is over.

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Whelp. I'm heading off to bed.

Goodnight!

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unphasing replied to your post: Is it too early for Christmas music in the mansion?

I just wish Hanukkah had more songs to choose from, other than Adam Sandler and “Dradle Dradle Dradle” I mean.

Adam Sandler's not all that bad. At least he's funny.

I'll try to remember to throw some more Hanukkah songs on that holiday playlist for you.

[marvelousmiss]

Is it too early for Christmas music in the mansion?

Who am I kidding? It's never too early for Christmas music.

[mysticsurgeon-blog]

I hope that the Sky High movie is not how the X-Men are training their students.

[unphasing-blog]

Aw. Why not?

Floating school in the sky. How cool would that be?

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It is not the floating school part. I know floating is quite fun myself. My problem is...

[marvelousmiss]

We can't all walk through walls, kid. But floating does have its novel uses.

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nevertellsmeanything replied to your post: nevertellsmeanything replied to your post: b-level...

Jimmy Fallon, what have you done?

I'm not sure I'll ever eat ice cream again.  :(

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nevertellsmeanything replied to your post: b-level replied to your post: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL...

I’ve always been a fan of Chunky Monkey, myself. Have you tried that one with Jimmy Fallon on the pint? I’m pretty sure I read ‘potato chips’ somewhere on it and lost my appetite.

Potato chips? In ice cream? Why would anyone -- how could anyone -- possibly eat that? Yuck!

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b-level replied to your post: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

So predictable.

I'm just speaking the truth, is all. Seriously, if you haven't tried that stuff yet, you have to. It's like heaven on a spoon.

[neverlearnedtomiss-deactivated2]

has anyone else noticed hawkeye sounds a lot like hot guy?

[fuckingdeadpool-blog]

Have you ever noticed Hawkeye sounds like a katana through your skull?

No?

BANG!

[neverlearnedtomiss-deactivated2]

Are you trying to impress me, Deadpool?

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If by ‘impress you’ you meant ‘kill you because your original statement makes my skin crawl (and trust me, my skin’s pretty creepy-crawly to begin with)’ then, yes. Si. I’m trying to impress you.

[neverlearnedtomiss-deactivated2]

Well in that case, you failed.

[marvelousmiss]

Boys, boys... Calm down.

Hug it out.