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[heroicalias-blog]

@ubiytsar

The package that sat in front of her was only slightly suspicious. It was too early for Christmas and her birthday was nowhere close. She’d inspected the present, shaking it and turning it over and over until she was no closer to figuring out what it was.

At least it was obviously addressed to her, and without many friends or even acquaintances throughout the island, the culprit was clear. Nat certainly would get her something early and just leave it on her chest while she was sleeping. 

So it would only make sense to just open it now. 

Having convinced herself (the only person she needed to convince), Jessica ripped off the wrapping paper to find a letter sitting on top of an all too familiar costume. Her first instinct made her think of Trish and as she read the letter, the anger that flared up morphed to confusion and then she began to smile.

She stood up from her make shift bed and stretched. The air seemed to shimmer for a moment as if reality was passing through some sort of filter. She even picked up the costume again, and jokingly draped it against her figure. 

Of course. Only for the door to her apartment to open to a very amused redhead.

“So. This is so not what it looks like.”

[igotus]

Snack Time.

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The screams of fully grown men turned into shrieks of terror. They locked themselves in with a monster, unbeknownst at first, and now had the misfortune of becoming a meal.

Thirty minutes prior to the screaming, Eddie Brock had entered a small financial establishment in hopes of collecting some kind of currency to get buy on until he found a new job. It was just their luck that he entered the building just before men clad in black attire and face masks made a noisy entrance - pointing guns at civilians and yelling at the poor woman manning the desk. 

Now, Venom was enjoying their shrieks as they bit the head off one of the bad guys. The guns that fired had no affect on their form, and they made sure that nothing touched their host. Dropping the headless body, they turned their attention to the gunmen, drool spilling through a toothy grin.

“Who shot at us? If you do not answer we will eat all of you. If you answer, we might let you live.” [Stop playing with your food.]  Eddies voice was clear in their head, the comment causing a laugh to hiss through their teeth. Each man pointed at another, dropping their guns altogether. Once the guns were dropped the small number of civilians, including the teller, ran for the door - banging on it in an attempt to get out. Of course they were locked tight, triggered by the attempted robbery. They had no intention of harming the civilians, and thus ignored their panic.

“It seems to me that all of you pulled the trigger on us?” They grabbed the closest cowering man, ripping the mask off their face as they lifted him three feet from the ground. “Then we will have to eat you all.” Their tongue slipped passed their fangs, dragging over the face of the man shaking in their hand - crying, chatting no no, please no. 

[redribution]

@ubiytsar  —

There was so much crime on this island. Sure, there weren’t any Jokers, no Two-Faces or Penguins, but there were so many thugs out on the street. Beating on innocents, stealing, taking what they had no right to take. He’d been traversing rooftops for the better part of the night, forgoing sleep for the sake of helping people who couldn’t help themselves. It had been a while since he did this... it was good to get back to basics. Even better to beat a bunch of assholes half to death. 

He stood over a pile of about a dozen unconscious goons, searching their bodies for some kind of identification or branding. They had to have a leader, right? Someone had to be in charge. These guys were lucky all he had was a BB gun. If he still had his real guns, or hell, even his tire iron, they’d have been dead.

And that’s when things got a little shaky. In the middle of searching them, a woman in an all black suit had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere, and she didn’t look too happy at the mess he’d made. “i’d tell you it’s not what it looks like, but it’s probably exactly what it looks like. they’re not dead, though. they were all unarmed and i pretty much am, too.” Was she the leader?

[isolaradiale]

hello!! i'll be migrating from citta and i'd like to app natasha romanova / black widow (marvel, ubiytsar) and jean grey / phoenix (x-men, mutanix) please. thank youuu c:

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 219.Jean will be housed in APARTMENT 319.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod altair.

[ahawkwardguy]

@ubiytsar

There was one big question on Clint's mind once memories of Hive City started coming back to him. Was Natasha Romanoff still here? And if she was here, was she the same? It was a weird question to think about, but Clint had found her, not too long ago, when she was supposed to be dead. Or- she found him, them. And then was gone again, while he was left in the dust with nothing but a little letter. Was it right to feel bitter with Natasha for that? For not letting him in? He knew he shouldn't expect it but... there was always something there, she could at least trust him.

Natasha had a home somewhere in the city, if she was still here - but for the life of him he couldn't remember where the hell it was. Wasn't there also some sort of safe house they established? And a key to that.. somewhere. Everything was somewhere.

The city seemed bigger than he remembered, or maybe it had changed too much? Still his best plan to figure things out was to walk around until things looked familiar. It was a terrible plan really, but he couldn't exactly go running around in the street shouting for the Black Widow. Or he could do that.

Poised to yell, Clint put his hands to his mouth as a poor substitute to a megaphone and shouted, "NATASHAAA!!" Which didn't seem very loud. It was hard to tell when he could control the volume of what he heard, but he didn't seem to get any reaction around him either. In fact, he wasn't given any recognition for shouting at a street full of people and was throughly ignored. Same old same old. Let's try a little louder.

"NATA-" Wait. Stopping abruptly, Clint jay-walked across the street and crossed his arms as he peered at the building that caused his pause. It did seem familiar...

[kineticcardtricks-blog]

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      Okay, so he probably was having too much fun stealing from folks here. Finally, at least. He was starting to settle down and settle in here. That was something, right? Remy was always in a situation where he was uncomfortable, so to be able to have some fun in this strange place? It was good. Even if it was... You know. Stealing. But that wa his thing! If no one expected more from him back home--- though most of the X Men tried to expect more from him for years in that matter-- why should he try harder for people to think more of him here?

      But his ways could very well get him in a bit of trouble here soon enough, the ways of this place were still strange-- the mutant would need to watch himself very closely if anything came up.

      Of course, he was about to try and make something of this day--- purposely bumping into someone to make off with whatever he could grab before stopping himself, now unintentionally running into the woman he was positive he had seen her back in his own world.

      “Woah--- sorry, sorry darlin’---” He scrunches his face up, looking her over, “Clumsy me, do I... Know you from anywhere?”

[batsheir]

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   There was nothing quite as therapeutic as driving one’s fist into the face of someone who deserved it. Especially if your name was Damian Wayne, and your day had already proved to be less than fantastic. And so here he was, costumed up, taking his frustrations out on a group of men that were responsible for a rash of home burglaries over the past several weeks. It was easy work; a gun kicked from a hand there, a palm strike to the bottom of a chin here, an elbow to a gut to finish it off. Within moments, Damian found himself standing alone with all four men at his feet, a gloved fist still curled into the front of one of the men’s shirts. Quickly, he was tossed aside, and Robin turned to go, having already called the police. It was only then, however, that he noticed he was being watched.

   She stood at the mouth of the alley, a grocery bag looped around her wrist, red hair blazing in the darkness. Damian recognized her instantly, of course, though it had been months since their brief encounter. He tilted his head then, a crooked grin curving his mouth.

   ❝ Sorry. Should I have waited? ❞

[baubabygirl-blog]

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“hey, i’m working on it, red.” the nickname isn’t mocking, but there is a hint of tiredness to her tone. these guys were good and it annoyed her “i’m not used to primitive systems.” a scoff, though she’d hacked with less. “unfortunately, these scientists are pretty good at their track covering -- but i’ll keep digging.” she nodded.