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[inkdreamt]

Ruby's Starter Call!

Like for a starter from HYDRA princess herself, Ruby Hale! Specify a verse if you want one in particular!

She recently received a Star Trek verse!

[moonchosenmuses]

Open Starter

Star had been on the run for the past few years. After the war against Thanos and losing everything close to her. She made sure to cover her tracks so the other Avengers couldn't find her. She even decided to cut and dye her hair to make herself unnoticeable.

Now, she sat at a table in the corner of a bar in a small town in Norway, where she's been hiding for the past month. Occasionally doing odd jobs here and there to keep money in her pocket. She sighed as someone sat across from her.

"How did you find me?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink.

[agentsterling]

Starter call for new followers or rpers I've never rped with before. 👍🏻♥️

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Brute Force

open to: anyone suggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, stranger

“Do you really think that’s even an option?” Nat sighed and rolled her eyes. “This is something we have to plan out. Just straight up attacking is the stupidest thing you could ever do. Brute force gets you nowhere.”

[agentmasonmiller]

Rolling || OPEN RP

Much of Mason’s work is based within the confines of SHIELD, more specifically within the confines of the counter-terrorism department that he runs. That which requires work in the field he assigns either to his own team or specialty teams that are needed but there are some instances where even as the department head you’ll find him back out in the field. It’s those days where he feels more alive, when the guns he always has in his shoulder holsters don’t feel like props but instead remind him he was in fact a field agent for years. Today nearly the entire counter-terrorism department alongside countless other departments from IA, to field, hell even forensics, were on site at a major scene, unfortunately for the them the suspect they’d been after for nearly two years at this point had once again evaded capture. 

When their work had finished up on site slowly the teams there started to trickle away, en route back to the base to go over their findings. There were only a few cars left when Mason had started to make his way to his own vehicle, today he was without Buck, he’d been trying to rely on his dog less, give him a day off a week and so Buck was home living his best life in the penthouse. As soon as he’d gotten into the car he too his earpiece out and popped the comms over to his bluetooth and started it up, taking to his ‘number 2’, Cortez who was currently manning the office. Several minutes and some miles away from the site Mason was stopped besides another car, his eyes filtered over and there was no denying that the driver of the other vehicle was their suspect. “Cortez, get a drone in the air, now, have it follow my location.” When eyes locked on one another the pursuit was on and Mason in his Mclaren didn’t hesitate to engage. It’s moments like these where his evasive driving training comes in handy. “Pursuing Renauld, Grey Porsche 911, New York plate Charlie, Echo, Foxtrot, 6758.” From then on communication was them directing him on routes to head the car off, if he lost view the team using the drone to guide him, nearly 30 minutes had passed and Mason had nearly been able to try for a pit maneuver when Renauld got the best of him, The sound of metal clashing against each other fills the air around them, echoing onto the comms followed by the clamoring of rubber as the guard rail to the bridge gives way given their speeds and Mason’s car flys off the bridge. “Fuck me.” He breathed out, his knuckles tense around the steering wheel, there was no stopping the path of his car, he was flying through the air and in seconds his fate would be known. He misses all body of water given they were at the tail end of the bridge and instead his car ‘tags’ a structure which causes it to become an uncontrollable decent, the car flips as soon as it hit the structure and several rolls later, the deafening sound of the crash is met with silence.  The car stops upside down, crushed beyond clear recognition. Somehow the comms are still connected but all that can be heard other than the settling of the metal is a weakened groan of pain form Mason. 

[seesbetterfromadistance]

annoyed | open rp

Snipers possess the patience that few others can muster, they can hold their positions for not just hours at a time but days, well after 72 hours of holding his position, in blistering sun no less he’s starting to get annoyed. Add to the fact that it’s not his usual bow to keep him company but instead a rifle meaning he’s been laid on his stomach for much of the time he’s ready to call it. “You know…” He started on the comms as if it was little more than a social call, “starting to think you got your wires crossed cuz at this point the mark ain’t showing, so much for the the caravan is en route notification from what was it 48 HOURS AGO.” He muttered, playful and yet the annoyance clear in his tone. “Running out of juice on the ears (his way of saying his main hearing aids were out of commission and the backups, while they were holding on for dear life at this point.), sunburned, would kill for some food that isn’t a protein bar, we calling this or am I going to waste away on this building wondering why the hell I’m here?” Clearly the patience of the archer was being tested. 

[theofficialshield]

When your eyepatch becomes self aware and keeps running away from you but it covered your eye which only has about 5% of its total vision power so everytime you try chasing after it everything is very blurry and you keep bumping into your cat daughter so your cat daughter finally snaps and scratches your other eye

-Post by Nick Fury

[mcmorare]

MCMORARE ;  an indie, semi-selective, marvel oc. multi-ship & multi-verse.  written by quinn.  read rules before interacting.

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