#termonucleare

[monmuses]

@termonucleare asked: He collapsed in the bushes, so exhausted and weak that finally his body gave out. Zeno had gone from riches to rags, his head reattached only for the Connections group to decide to reprogram him to destroy his individuality and stubbornness. To kill him while keeping their investment intact. Zeno escaped, but now….he might as well have stayed dead. His weak body seemingly lifeless between the grass and bushes, his skin so pale he almost glowed. He didn’t know where he ended up…..but all he saw now was a fantasy that could never be real. A grassy playground. Himself but…small. And an older man that looked just like him, only with corn-colored blonde hair. A fantasy of him….having had a happy life. ( @prctctype) ( Here have Zeno for Grace lol)

    She was free. To some degree, she found herself at ease and at peace with what were violent memories that plagued her mind. And having new connections and relationships that let her flourish a little more. For once, she had hoped this nightmare was over and that she wouldn't face what reminded her of that night. Something that was once a disease in her brain, but now an event she had accepted.

    Until she paused. A familiar figure in the bushes. Her walk in the sun to find that familiar face. It frightened her, gasping and a hand resting against her belt. She bore her gun for safety, but ...

    ... why did he look so pale?

    " ... you. I-I know you," she managed to mutter, but her fingers weren't reaching for pulling the gun out of her holster. "Z-Zeno? You're ... I thought you were dead. Y-You look ... worse than-- uhm, than that. Why ... ? What are you doing here?"

[replicae]

He had been told that all the other clones had died. The WESK series….all failed except for the last one..001-subject Z.

Yet….here was a copy if him. A clone…of a clone? Zeno’s usually stoic face looked at his duplicate in shock and….maybe even a fragment of hope.

“ Are you real?”

( @prctctype)

"As real as you are, apparently." Zeno answers softly, eyes wide behind the lenses that conceal them. His expression is a mirror of the other's own, enforced stoicness giving way to mild shock and even apprehension at the sheer surreality of it all. This wasn't like looking into a mirror at all, seeing this other version standing there, talking, breathing. Hearing his heart beat from across the room, sharp intake of breath at seeing another likeness close by. How had this happened? The Connections had never told him they made any others. His 'brothers' had all perished before they could develop enough to take their first breath of life, tiny bodies ravaged by the ruthlessness of the t-virus. He'd seen their remains once upon a time before they'd been disposed of, and thought no more of it. Zeno supposed he shouldn't be surprised. Nor should the other; they were clones after all, the both of them, created from the stolen blood of a notorious bio-terrorist whose face they've both had to wear. At least... that had been the truth in his case. This other Zeno could well be different, another amalgamation like so many tiny pieces making up the entirety of a broken mirror. Wouldn't be nice to judge him. Lord knows they've both had enough of that. Zeno slowly sidles up to the other until they're standing just a few feet apart, golden eyes sharp as they focus on the other's hopeful expression and it almost pains him to see such hope in this other's face. Whatever he was seeking, Zeno wasn't sure he was had it in him to give. "So, who might you happen to be? Don't be shy. We can talk, maybe even be friends." He adds quietly, allowing the tension in his muscles to ease. Around other people, it was essential to keep up a strong guard but it was the first time he'd dealt with himself, the clone of a clone.

[m4rtuka]

que harias por verme?

[abovedivinity]

Red Hulk plants a flag on Doom’s monument in Latveria.

And he has zero regrets about it lol.

He stands, emerald cape blowing in the gentle autumn wind as he stands in front of the once-great monument. Time, moreso than the war, had ravaged it so. The ebb and flow of the tides. Nature of the beast.

He had rebuilt Latveria once, he would do so again, when the time was right.

"Are you watching, General?" Eyes bore into the red, white, and blue, metal knuckles grinding against one another. "Of course you are." His head regards the top of the flagpole, a receiver no doubt, tilting ever so to the side.

"This is what it is all about, is it not? You, and your American Excellence, leaving your stain at every turn. A crying babe, weeping for the attention of his betters, thinking himself superior while it soils and embarrasses itself."

His hand extends outward, fingers splayed, before the pole is struck by a lighting from the very heavens above. "You think yourself the first? The best? Doom has felled empires far older and mightier than yours."

"You think me vain? You think this monument stands for the might of Doom and Doom alone?" Fingers tighten, clenching into a fist, a second bolt of lightning striking the monument itself, instantly engulfing it in flames. "Nay. The Body of Doom is the Spirit of Latveria given form. It has been burned, it has been scarred, and it has endured."

Flames reflect against ember eyes, gaze gliding over the now charred colors, a step and then another towards the bent and broken pole. "The same will not be said for you and yours. When the dust settles, Doom will remain, standing atop the ashes of your broken nation."

[mirrxrxdxillusixn]

“ Who are you? You don’t look like you’re part of the Connections.”

Zeno though sensed this stranger may be more for than friend. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses but there was no hiding the stare he gave the stranger.

( @prctctype)

"Not directly, no."

Nor would he ever dream of asking to be, if this was an introductory to what could be expected of all members. The blue lights of his mask glow hauntingly as he stands at attention. Calm despite having obviously been caught unexpectedly.

"The one I'm looking for may be amongst your ranks though. If he hasn't grown tired and defected already."

[dxntcallmepatches]

For the record, things are good with us now, @termonucleare But if you ever drop a building on me again? We're gonna have words.

[beastypaws]

Cue a giant red gamma monster currently flopped on the ground like a giant dog, snoring loudly as he was out cold.

Red Hulk was a menace but he was also 83 years old. His elderly ass needed sleep. Even if he was blocking Beast Boy.

"Uhhhhhh. CAN YOU? MOVE YOUR KEESTER OFF THE SIDEWALK BRO???" Beast Boy squinted in exasperation at the napping red hulk. "Or do I gotta swap to Rhino form and move ya myself?"

[gamma-chance]

“ Damn, you greens are gonna drive us reds extinct at this point. There’s seven of you and one of me!”

I'm not green. I turn gray, like Dad did before he had more control... They looked up at the Red Hulk and crossed their arms. So just curious what are you...to me? Like...relation wise?