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emnyama:

      ❝ T’Challa, T’Challa Udaku. Where I’m from, some refer to me as King, though the title wouldn’t carry much weight here. ❞ His reign as ruler of Wakanda felt like a minor footnote of his extraordinary past, in comparison to his current conditions. Truly, one’s title and previous position of power meant little to nothing when the playing field happened to be drastically leveled. Even those who may have possessed power beyond even T’Challa’s imagination had been stripped of their abilities. 

   Thankfully, he remained as quick-witted and sharp as a proven intellectual of his caliber could be. Even without Shuri’s input, he’d already been privy to his limited access with his Panther Habit if use was ever required. There wasn’t enough activity to justify the arrival of the Black Panther in Hive City—not yet, at least.

      ❝ To fail is to grow. Through failure, we are able to learn, adjust and become better versions of ourselves. Perhaps that is their way of thinking. The only issue I have with their method is that they asked no one before bringing them here against their will. I would much rather be taking care of my homeland than dealing with the problems of men and women who likely don’t have a single clue how to run a city, let alone a nation. ❞

      Ray retracts his hand, still wearing a smile despite the other not exchanging the friendly gesture. Some were harder to crack a smile from, but Ray was the kind of guy to keep trying. “It’s nice to meet you, your Majesty.” a playful bow, he was used to meeting kings and important people from all other timelines. So this wasn’t anything peculiar. “But you’re right, we’re all the same here, title and all. Though that doesn’t stop some people..”

  “Huh.” It was all he could respond with. Listening carefully and intently to the strangers wisdom, Ray would nod in agreement. “You’d be surprised with the kind of people who come here. But your ideas aren’t far off! With that positive attitude, I’m certain you’ll get those scientists running or trying to collect $200 on go.” His hands place on his hips, the two standing at the same height. “So you said you’re a King? King of whom if I may ask? not to brag or anything but I have been knighted in camelot before.”

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gerudospride:

     “ So today is International Women’s Day… I really hope voes do not sabotage this splendid commemoration. ” And if they do, call her. She will definitely lend a hand.

        “Women really make the world go round’! us guys are nothing but grown cavemen, er.. some.”

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swiftresponder:

          ❝ I see you’re putting your four PhDs to use, if you’re following through with that promise, ❞ she muses aloud, jesting only because she knew he would not find offense in her smaller quip. at his own asking for a promise, however, she cannot help but chuckle. ❝ I better not open up my eyes to some diamond necklace, Raymond. I know our understanding of expensive and over the top is sliiightly different from one another. ❞ though she had funds of her own, they were never anything like what he might have had in his own home. even so, she gives a small nod before closing her eyes, waiting for the man to guide her as he said.

      He gives them a gentle squeeze and offers a chuckle, Ray couldn’t break off that smile even if the worst had happened. There was something about this woman that allowed him to feel confident in himself and as a hero.”Oh ha ha, maybe I should go get a fifth to make up for the rest.” he returns the jest, turning her around to face the door. Ray peeks over her shoulder to make sure she’s keeping with her own promise, grinning widely like a man child he was. “You wont! Like the famous George Michael said; ‘you just gotta have faith!” 

He hums the tune of the song, obviously way before her time or just much older. Either way, her eyes were shut. The legend leads her towards the door slowly, reaching to to turn the knob so they both could enter the apartment. Everything was going according to plan! “Alright, you can open your eyes.” Proudly he speaks, hands letting go of her shoulders. The room was covered in hand-picked roses, in the center was a table meant for two. Candle lights and a heavenly aroma set the mood for the very special day. Quickly he reaches into his pocket to retrieve the small remote to play music from his speakers, hoping she wouldn’t find it TOO old but just the right amount of pure romance.

“Can I have this dance, Miss Ziegler?”

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     ❝ They say the technology here is incomparable to most worlds. ❞ Only to an extent could the king agree, recalling the advancements made by the engineers of Wakanda–specifically his sister, Shuri. Perhaps it was the pride in him that vehemently rejected the idea of the situation he’d found himself in, but T’Challa still carried a healthy dose of skepticism.

     ❝ I have yet to find myself impressed by these ‘scientific’ cowards.         They are no Gods of mine. ❞

  Ray lends the stranger a smile, finger giving a gently tap upon his watch. The screen of the device changes to a different application, his eyes glossing over a few things before responding. “It’s a hit or miss, depending on what timeline you come from. Er- I mean, world.” From the 5th centuries to the early 1950′s, this one of a kind hero has been all over. However, his time traveling escapades have been on a halt since arriving.

“I wouldn’t even see them as gods, though as scientists.. they do come up with a lot of trials and errors for all of us to experience. Makes me wonder if they’re writing up the format correctly.” a curious, but unneeded thought. “Anyways! I’m Ray, Raymond Palmer.” He reaches his hand out towards him, smile and all. 

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Raymond Carson “Ray” Palmer / The Atom / Sir Raymond of the Palms

Come with me if you want to live.

I’ve always wanted to say that!

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          “I promised nothing expensive or extremely over the top,” Ray exclaims with a smile, placing his hands gently upon her shoulders. “But you got to promise you you’ll close your eyes until i say to open them.” He was a man with a plan, a cheesy one at that. This time he wasn't going to be scolded on the amount of money he spends on her gifts. Ray was dressed up as usual for when he had dates with her, but today was a special day. “I’ll guide you, so dont worry about falling or such.” Behind his doors were something..special.

   @swiftresponder

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batsheir:

   The mumbled sentence wasn’t lost to Damian, but was largely ignored in favor of his own pursuit. And by the time he had revealed himself, it had already been pushed to the back of his mind, and deemed unimportant. What was important, however, was the gun in the man’s hand, now being pointed at Damian himself. It was small, yes, but a gun was a gun, and could not be tolerated. And so, in a flash of movement almost too fast to follow, a batarang was in Robin’s hand and released, spinning with deadly accuracy towards the man’s fingers, intent to knock the gun from his hand.

   Seeing the man as a possible threat now, Damian had already rolled himself onto his heels, fists held loosely in front of him as he fixed the other with a gaze as intent as any hawk’s. His instincts had kicked in almost instantly, a lifetime of practice allowing him to pinpoint possible weaknesses in the armor to exploit. He was ready, and willing, to take the other down if he had to. And yet. In the back of Damian’s mind, a familiar, cheery voice told him to wait. To talk it out before he went straight for the jugular.

   And despite his desire to ignore the voice, Damian gritted his teeth and lowered his hands slightly, eyes narrowing as he began to speak.

   ❝ Do I look lost? ❞ His voice dripped venom, despite his decision to play civil. ❝ Or do you just point guns at everyone you meet? ❞ A hand was placed on his hip, only adding to his clear hostility. ❝ And let me guess. Is your sanity what you’re looking for? ❞

       Admittedly, no one liked it when shadowy figures snuck up on them in ANY universe. Ray couldn’t quite comprehend why the teen was following him of all people.  Before he could get any more witty words and playful teasing, Ray watched the small gun fling right out of his grasp and hit the ground. He wiggles his fingers from the hit, lips frowning as he rubs his joints with his other hand. “What the heck was that?! and what for!” Ray blinks. “Oh, you thought i was going to hurt you with that? all it does is shoot pepper spray, I made it kinda like a miniature squirt gun.” The legend never was one to hold a REAL gun, uncomfortable by the sheer thought.

This time he shakes his head, placing his hands in front of him to surely show he wasn’t a threat. “You’re the ‘hit first, as questions later’ kind of person, I get it. My buddy Mick is the same way but perhaps listening first may save you time.” Hands lower to rest at his side, head cocking to the to get a better look at the teen. Was he missing his big boss?

“Its not common to follow a suited man into an alley way.” Ray remarks, brows still knitted. “In my defense, that wasn’t a REAL gun. Secondly, i was looking for the culprit.” He had a built in particle blaster in the forearm of his bracer, everything he wore was far advance for any normal hero. Except Iron man. “Er, not even close but good try! It shouldnt be surprising but, I’m a legend, a HERO.”

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Character Aesthetics → Ray Palmer / The Atom

“I have to figure out what I’m living for.”

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mediumofthestars:

✯ Is this human alright? They’ve been sneezing a lot ever since they’ve first approached Totem. The bird stretches his neck a bit towards Ray, before flinching a bit at the other’s sudden kneeling. It’s no danger to him, however.

✯ He does perk at Ray’s offer to help him find his owner, though. His back feathers stand up a little, followed by him crying in a happy tone. He might be a Psychic-type, but Xatus don’t have telephatic abilities. How bothersome.

✯ “Xaa, tuxatu!” He points a wing towards west, the general direction towards Sector 4 - and consequently Vario. It’s easy having an idea of the directions from the ground. The problem is when he flies up and the city’s smoke and noise messes with his senses.

    He felt pretty darn proud of his handling skills! It was no joke that he earned every patch on his vest during boy scouts. Ray couldn’t help but smile widely, his nose a brightly colored red from the constant sneezing, eventually his eyes will become the same. Until he takes medication, of course. 

“Alright! this is working out pretty swell ain’t little guy? er... girl? I’m sorry, I don’t know what you are to even distinguish.” Hopefully the creature didn’t feel too offended if he was to misgender it, then again he was trying to talk to something inhuman.The happy tones make him smile even wider, nodding gently before the hero stands back up. 

Thankfully it could point! “That way?” Ray reassures himself, waiting for the creature to take the first few steps.”Sector..four was it?” Whether it was wrong or right, he was determined to get this fella home safe.

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      “...UH, what’s going on? this isn’t going to interfere with my plans for valentines, is it?”

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           “I need to get her the perfect Valentines gift that...doesn't scream one thousand or more dollars.Simple but sweet that shows her that I’m the happiest man alive. Any suggestions?”

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batsheir:

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   At this point, Damian was used to seeing other costumed heroes prowling around the city, both familiar and unfamiliar. The Hive was vastly different from Gotham, where only allies of the Bat were tolerated. Here, the diversity of heroes was rich, and Damian had had to learn to ( somewhat ) play nice with others. But that didn’t mean he had to trust them. So when new heroes eventually found themselves in Hive City, Robin made it a point to keep track of them.

   And such, there was no difference here. As soon as the Boy Wonder had spotted the costumed man hurrying down the street, he had made it his business to follow. Quietly, carefully, he jumped and slung from rooftop to rooftop, waiting patiently to try to discern any information about his target. The only thing Damian could see, however, was the clearly high-tech suit the other was wearing. Tacky and gaudy, if you asked him, but high-tech.

   After nearly thirty minutes, however, Damian felt his patience growing thin. And so, in true Batman fashion, the boy finally melted out of the shadows in front of the other, looking as fearsome as a thirteen-year-old could get.

   ❝ Let me guess. Lost? ❞

   Now if the boy had watched the man sooner, he’d understand that he was searching for something...no, someone. What didn’t help the hero was the lack of his flight, having used it prior in the chase, Ray was left to run on his own two feet. It wasn’t nearly as exhausting as it appeared, since the suit was designed for him.  Surely he gained a few stares as he rushed past people, his eyes trying to focus on the target. as eventually he ends up losing them towards the alley.

“You aren’t ordinary, that’s for sure.” 

Ray talks to himself, his steps slowing down as he stands there looking around feverishly. Petty thieves weren’t ones to lose, yet he had troubles keeping up. Perhaps they were similar to the flash in terms of speed. Silence overcomes and the dark shadow emerges so fashionably. Ray raises his arm and point the small gun towards the figure, his heart skipping a few. “Who goes there!?” Was it the masked man he met some time ago?

A young boy in what seemed to be a old school outfit fit for some dark knight of gotham. Brows knit as he widens his eyes. “Uh..not really.” ray responds slowly, lower his arm. “I just lost something. Are you LOST? or cold maybe?”

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mediumofthestars:

In response to Ray’s approach, the Xatu simply stares back while shaking his head to the left and right. What a peculiar uniform this person is wearing. It reminds him of those superhero shows that his owner loves watching. An actor, perhaps?

In any case, the other’s assumption is not entirely correct. It’s late at night and Totem is on one of his usual night escapades. He’ll admit, however, that he never passed by this part of Sector 3 before. 4 is more familiar to him. He should fly home soon, before Maya wakes up…

    Whatever it was it certainly triggered his allergies, causing him to sniffle and sneeze behind the visor of his helmet. “Do you need help finding a tree..or maybe your owner?” Ray now kneels a bit to meet the height of the creature, showing it that he wasn’t here to hurt it.  It was getting rather late for anyone to be out and about. Dangers patrolled no matter the status of the sectors, there was always someone or something wanting to hurt.

“I’m Ray,” he lets out a sneeze, followed by another sniffle of his defeated nose. “Show me where you live, alright little fella?”

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dcnycku:

¥ ∫∫ “and you would be right,” kunikazu says, eyebrow raising in bemused amusement at his elevator buddy.  well, he supposes they do have a few floors to go together, and the elevator isn’t fast.  “i don’t know exactly what else i would scream.” his suit and shoes are still high-end, of good quality and well-kept, upon his wrist lies an expensive watch, and now that he’s been in this city nearly a month, he’s fully regained his previous grace and the remnants of his old demeanor.  there is still a tiredness to his eyes, something wanting to be bitter and regretful and not having enough energy to be.  “i could say the same for you.”

     He folds his hands in front of him, finger lightly tapping the screen of his watch. Ray had a habit of making conversation in the elevator, lightly humming the tune of whatever music they decided to play. “So my guessing isn’t too off,” He remarks with a gentle laugh, exchanging glances at the man. “And you’re guess is correct as well, partially that is.” Ray had left the business behind ever since he went and joined the legends. Given he had a few accidents that made it believe he was actually dead..

“Do you own any of these buildings here? City looks like it kept you well fed in terms of business.” Then he remembered. “Oh! I’m Raymond Palmer, Ray for short.” He extends his hand for a firm shake, never letting the smile fade away.

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         Just like out of a science fiction movie or even a child's  game, Ray stared longingly at the Xatu. It was sort of cute..slightly endearing with its wide eyes. “Uh...you seem lost, whatever you are.” He approaches slowly towards the peculiar creature, hands in front of him, as if he was reacting a scene from Jurassic park. “Whoa now! I wont hurt you.” His voice was soft, trying not to startle it.

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@dcnycku

        It wasn’t that hard to pinpoint out those who knew business, especially the ones who gave corporations a run for their money. Ray didn’t have a company anymore, so there was little he feared. However, he was thinking on bringing Palmer Technologies to help the citizens of Hive city. “Nice suit,” he makes idle chit chat. “Not to stereotype, but you look like a business man.”

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            “Ough,” A soft groan escapes the mans lips as he was laying on the ground. Fully suited, Ray was giving his new little project a test run. Which, as you could tell, didn’t go quite as well. If it wasn’t for the stability of the suit, he would certainly be feeling much more than winded.”I may be better off with doing what I originally planned.” The hero mutters as he lifts himself to sit up and regain his bearings. It wasn’t in any surprise that someone was watching him and his failed attempts of a rocket jump. “Oh, HI. trial and error, am I right?”