#warriorsthread

[gaius-chaumoux]

Things had been going almost well, for the most part. So far, he had been able to keep himself from doing anything dumb or violent. There was fighting around, especially at night. However, he forced himself to get at least a little sleep instead of going out. It was cowardly and he was ashamed, but there was too great a danger of the soldier taking over. If that happened, he wasn’t sure how long he would be stuck in that mindset. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he looked up as the door to the library opened. “Welcome,” he greeting, slipping into the easy smile he had spent so much time practicing. “Is there anything you’re looking for?”

[xmen-pryde]

As one of the leaders of the X-men, a superhero, and an all around busy person, Kit rarely got a chance for some down time. Not that he was complaining, mind you. He liked staying busy, feeling useful, making a difference, and all that jazz. Still, even he had to admit it took it’s toll on him, and from time to time he could use the occasional r&r. 

Shockingly, today had been one of those once in a million days was not only the sun out and the weather sunny, but the world around him wasn’t going to utter crap, so why wouldn’t he take advantage? With his lawn chair splayed out on the beach, the young mutant, clad in nothing but a pair of board shorts, lounged in the sun, eyes closed, soaking in the sun. He drifted in and out of a lazy sleep, letting his mind wander, when he felt a hold shadow block the sunlight. “Dude, do you mind?” he grunted, not even bothering to open his eyes to see who it was. “You’re hovering in my light.”

[mentorkal]

“Relax, I’ll be gone in a second.” As far as ducking into random rooms went, it wasn’t a great plan but hey, it was the best plan Ward had at the moment considering what was weighing down his bag something fierce. His eyes flicked to the person in it as he leaned against the door,  before his head tilted against the door again at the sound of foot steps getting closer, stopping, hushed talking before they moved, further down the hallway. 

“All right, maybe more like ten minutes.”  Ward said as an after thought before his eyes shifted to the person waiting in the room. His hand moving up to grip the shoulder strap of his bag.  Ward looked...well, exactly the same from his days in SHIELD. Tight black shirt,  black leather jacket and somehow, even tighter black jeans.  The man couldn’t yell spy more than if he was wearing a SPY vs SPY shirt. 

“ I know. Shitty place to lie low. Sue me. You don’t mind, right?” 

[quipsandthwips]

[ 🕷 ] ━━ “Dangit.” Peter silently cursed as he lowered himself from a fire escape and into the alley he had suited up in that afternoon. He managed to misplace another backpack. He had webbed it to a nearby dumpster with the clothes he had worn that day inside of it. That made it his fifteenth backpack in the span of three months. May was gonna kill him. He had to find it or risk the consequence. “Hey!” Peter poked his head out of the alley, “Have you seen a backpack around here? It’s black and blue. It’s essential that I find it.” He cleared his throat, “It’s full of important….spider…stuff.”

[jokes-xn-me]

“Like hell I’m giving it back!” Harley protested, glaring at the security man as he clutched onto his crop top tightly. “I paid for this fair and square, and now you’re trying to cheat me out of it!” he said angrily, trying to pull the shirt back from the other man. The alarms had gone off, but the blonde didn’t know why. Frankly, he didn’t care. As far as he knew, the world was out to get him.

“It way my birthday last week, and no one came to my party. I spent it all alone, and it’s stupid hot so now I’ve got my outfit all ruined! And I bought this for myself and it’s all mine and you can’t take it back!” Harley protested, tugging once more on the shirt angrily.

[mutantsandminiatures]

As it turned out, despite saying that he wouldn’t get into trouble with the new suit Hank Pym had given him, Scott hardly had the self control to actually follow through with such a task. There he was, zipping up the suit when he heard footsteps.

“Shit,” he grunted and slapped the belt to try and shrink and avoid detection, but it only sparked and crackled. He stood there, full-sized, while someone rounded the corner and entered the room. “Heh-hey! Don’t mind me, just, uh... just doing some official business,” he said, though he could hardly sell it as he tried to cover the broken belt.

[hellbxrned]

    “Hey, hey, one at a time, more than enough to go around.” When the call had gone out to start helping people when the power went out, Beast Boy had been at the beach, soaking up some sun, and mostly just relaxing. But, well, that wasn’t really something he could keep doing without feeling guilty, so here he was instead. Box of ice creams balancing precariously in one hand as he handed them out to the kids at the park. Sure, he knew it was still less than what he should be doing, but considering how much stress parents were going through, the kids still needed somebody keeping an eye on them as well. Especially a lot of these ones. Street kids. The movement behind him wasn’t much of a surprise, glancing away from the crowd for a minute to offer a beaming smile. “You here to help out? There’s another couple of boxes still in the truck.”

[ersatzhero-blog]

How wonderfully unfortunate. Mysterio watched from afar as every member of the Sinister Six was apprehended. Even Scarecrow and his sorry excuse for a hallucinogen had been thwarted by Spider-man and his friends. Doctor Octavius had been kind enough to extend an invitation to his little group to Quentin but he politely refused. He wouldn’t tarnish his reputation by being associated with the rabble. Instead, he acquired as much information as he could about where and when the villains would strike and supplied it to the crime-fighters. Mysterio teamed up with Spider-man during the final confrontation and helped the web-slinger as much as he could. Octavius cursed his name as Peter strung him up much to his amusement. He had played both sides and still came out on top.  In the confusion following the battle he had lost track of Spider-man and was left with a very angry Doctor Octopus. Peter had been kind enough to cover his mouth with webbing to muffle the obscenities he spat like fire. Mysterio smirked at his would-be ally as his bubble dissolved and revealed his face to Octavius. “You need to learn that crime doesn’t pay, Otto. Why be a villain when you can be a hero and have the world eating out of your hand?” Quentin poked the man square in his forehead, sending him swinging back and forth in the cacoon Spider-man had made for him out of webbing. Catching movement in his peripheral vision he looked over his shoulder, offering a smile in greeting. “Are you here to take him off my hands?”