#herogaia.starter

[heroicboys]

open starter. beach, who knows where - genosha? does that exist? just sexy vibes.

the warm golden hues of the sun only made the angelic boy even more pristine as his blonde hair seemed to highlight further and the outstretched wings glistened from the bit of water he had splashed on them prior. the salty scent of the air was heavy and it made him stretch to take a heavy breath, grinning as his bare chest flexed in the meantime. he wasn't a bird but fuck if he didn't have a mating call.. the goal was simple; find someone likeminded, go somewhere private, go home, just go because the tiny shorts he wore to the beach were advertising enough as it was. he has a glimmer, when warren catches a pair of eyes on him and his blue stays to linger, looking for an invite but taking it upon himself to make the few steps over. everyone had to stare, even as he folded his wings up, because it wasn't every day you saw a winged man on the beach sit next to a beauty. "fuckin' lovely out, huh?"

[masked-sluts]

where: utp | when: night time | whom: open to all

Jason leans against his motorcycle, scanning the dark streets and otherwise being bored. He really should just drive around and see what pops up, but he's really not in the mood.

He sighs when he hears something from the alley behind him.

"Your stealth really needs some improvement," he calls without looking back. "I can hear you even in this bucket."

He taps his red helmet, emphasizing his point.

[powertold]

location: avenger's tower 

walking around in his suit all day isn't as comfortable as it used to be, but it's necessary. he overlooks the view of the city and uses his enhanced armor to analyze the metrics of everything that he can see. tony is pleased. nothing seems to be amiss, so there's nothing to worry about with a new attack. “i think this calls for a celebration.” he speaks out to whoever is listening. “when's the list time i threw a rager? i think the city, no, the world needs me to right now.” 

[dashingdeceit]

location: gotham city

beneath dick, the entirety of gotham city stretched out before him like a glittering neon ocean. it was beautiful. almost pretty enough to make him forget that he had thwarted a human trafficking ring an hour prior. having earned a moment of respite he sat on the edge of a building, kicking his feet while sipping from an iced coffee. tonight was surprisingly slow. with the sudden influx of heroes, crime had gone down significantly. that should have been a relief, but dick thought otherwise. if there were too many cooks in the kitchen, how would he ever get any work done? dick didn't want to lose his edge. he had spent all of his life perfecting the art of crime-fighting and enjoyed fighting the good fight. bruce would have admonished him, telling him that it was perfectly normal to relax. but bruce should have known better. his protege was a showman and thrived in the spotlight. when another joins him on the rooftop he has no reason to believe its a civilian. so without regarding the other he speaks, "you bored, too?" dick pats the spot beside him. "join the club. if we wait around long enough something interesting might happen." that was true enough in gotham city where evil was always lurking.

[greatmarvel]

ext.   grand   central   park,   new   york.   day.

with   a   cheeky   salute   to   the   crowd   that   formed   around   them,                       jon   drops   the   last   remains   of   the   mechanical   beast   that   was   rampaging   across   the   city   just   a   few   minutes   ago.   he   only   came   here   because   of   a   craving   for   pizza,   but   the   moment   he   reached   the   perimeter   of   the   city,   his   head   was   filled   with   nothing   but   screams   of   help   and   the   sound   of   whirring   engines   and   creaking   metal.

and   though   he   promised   to   give   other   heroes   a   chance   to   save   the   day,   his   instinct   kicked   in   anyway.        "       i   know   you   had   it   all   under   control   ...       "        he   says,   hands   out   to   pull   up   the   other,   giving   them   his   sweetest   and   most   apologetic   smile.        "       ...   but   i   was   in   the   area.   can't   really   help   it.   are   you   alright?       "

open to everyone !

[thislccksbad]

[ for: guys who can appreciate a gaped archer ]

"--door's open!" clint called out.

was it smart, safe, or sane, to invite someone to one of his safehouses while he's in such a vulnerable position? probably not. but he's got his emergency contacts on speed dial in case an axe murderer manages to get him on the back foot.

once his guest darkens his doorway, clint does a little twist -- showing of his butt and chest at the same time, as he's laid out with his head on the pillow. "got started without you. well, hours ago, really. but that was kind of the point."

@shieldedleague

[drakecicle]

[ for: tops(ish) ]

lights low in the club, bobby's not sure where his jacket went. or where his drink went. not in this sea of bodies, moving both off- and on-rhythm, half too absorbed in each other to pay attention to the dj set.

bobby wanted to be so distracted that he didn't feel the music vibrate through him.

he wasn't expecting a hand on his side, from behind, but he thinks, you know what? fuck it. and he leans back into the body of whoever's there.

"not gonna guess if I know you or not."

@shieldedleague

[risqueheroism]

open starter!

there were fewer things that gave zain the rush that being stage did. the eyes on him, unwavering and in awe as he performed trick after trick. he thrived on the attention, to a degree, and he always delivered. tipping his hat from his head, he showed the audience that it was empty before tapping on it three times. "sevod ylf!" he enunciated, few not seeing the small flourish of his hand or faint glint of purple in his gaze as he tilted the hat again and several white birds burst forth.

for his last trick of the night, it only went off without a hitch, the audience clamoring to their feet in applause as zain gave his final bows, one leg behind the other, a smirk curling on his lips as he locked eyes with one individual that had been staring at him hard since they had arrived - late - to the show.

placing his hat back on his head, he did a small hop off the stage, and made his way over to the bar, leaning on it as he affixed a cool gaze on the other.

"if you're going to try undressing me with your eyes, the least you could do is buy a girl a drink first." he teased, motioning towards the bartender to bring him his usual.

[hvhawkins]

Open to anyone, some club frequented by the power having masses

he could feel the stare on his back. possibly disapproving? but it was a stare. enough that virigl turned around with a sort of impish grin. "i'm just having a little fun." actually, he was super bored. bored enough that he shooting out little arms of electricity from his corner. tapping people on the shoulder and watching as they turned around with the confused look. he was smart enough to do this when no one was standing next to his unsuspecting victim. he wouldn't want an actual fight to break out. it wasn't very super hero of him but virgil was bored. "i was holding a spot for my friend but he's taking a while to appear." as if that was a reasonable excuse. "how about i buy you a drink and we forget we ever saw this."

[diamondplume]

💎 - It was still quite a difficult thought to get over. Within an instance; the snap of a finger -- or the tear through the fabric of reality, that they were standing at the edge of momentary peace. Hate always seemed to follow them no matter what dawn or age they'd exist. Mutants to be exact and anti-mutant regimes would surface. They'd do this boring, arduous dance with the tired excuses of the miseducated and misguided. There was always more to learn, more to experience, and more to observe. But! The fun was never gained through standing on the sidelines.

current status: washington, d.c. time of day: after noon

I could've just absorbed their thoughts. Would've made the time go a little faster. Soren mused. After overloading 'The Hive', it seemed to put his own telepathy on the fritz. The silence was an overstatement. He hadn't ever experienced this type of tension. It was natural to him: sifting through thoughts. Each was like little strings he could pluck if necessary. He furrowed a brow as he traced the etched letters within the plaque. A name. "Batman? Hmmm. Seems like he's eerily watching you even in a mold." He'd repeat as his eyes flick from the marble to the statue before him. Soren's head ticked to one side as he chewed the inside of his cheek. "Seems like it would be obv--," He hurried the pardoning hush. He was a visitor after all. This was a museum in some of the founding heroes of the merged worlds.

"I wonder who'd win. The Avengers or The Justice League." He'd fold both arms, stacking them just at his ribcage. A delayed reaction followed the nudge that initiated this small interaction. Well. Technically it was more of a jab of the elbow. He could feel someone's presence by the proximity of their thoughts. Again...his telepathy was currently shite. But the looming first-hand embarrassment was like a blow to the ego that was presently too depressing. Now he was going to be some trite, trivial excuse to be referenced as the clumsy fool in some story.

"Oops~. Apologies! Sometimes I don't realize my own strength." Wasn't a total lie.

[scarlet-bewitched]

Things were getting weirder and weird by the day and for once, Wesley didn't have anything to do with it. The world was changing, new heroes and villains were showing their faces in an attempt to now save two worlds. If there was ever a time to hone in his abilities as the scarlet witch, it would be now. He had been training with Abram and while most of the times they ended up naked, he did feel like his was getting stronger.

Chaos magic was nothing to play around with so whenever Wesley was practicing without Abram, he made sure no one else was around so they couldn't get hurt. He had thought he had done the same this time but he was mistaken...

Once again, he underestimated just how big the new Avengers/Justice Tower was. He hadn't seen anyone around so he assumed he was alone as he slung magic through the air. It was nothing too damaging but when he turned around and let off a light burst, he didn't expect it to hit square into someone's chest.

"Oh! Oh! I didn't see you there. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? Though maybe if you didn't sneak up on me..."

[heroicboys]

open stater. metropolis.

· • ‣ the young martian had been on earth for what felt like eons but it had been maybe a month, maybe five weeks, and already they were getting a headache everytime they stepped on someone's toes because they just didn't know what was customary. the fact that everyone viewed the use of telepathy as a complete invasion of privacy, despite it being the main communication on mars, wasn't winning a lot of friends. it wasn't like m'cann didn't like what was seen in a lot of the people's minds. they were sexy thoughts. participating in those thoughts would be lovely. but apparently private. the martian had just beat up some loser and was now sitting on the corner of a rooftop, higher up than most, skin green and costume consisting of a white tee, red x for style, and a blue skirt, they were lost in thought when a poke to their shoulder had mackenzie almost jumping. "holy jeepers! warn someone!"

[masked-sluts]

where: new york city | when: day time | whom: open to all

Teddy lands on a roof top overlooking New York City. He still thinks it's one of the best cities in the world. Though he supposes he's pretty biased considering he hasn't been many other places besides the city.

But still. This is where the people he loves are, so he doesn't care if he's biased.

He looks around and jumps when he realizes he's not the only person on the rooftop.

"Sorry," he says, not really seeing who it is at first. "Didn't realize this roof was taken. I can go if you want?"

He spreads his wings, ready to take off if needed.

[powertold]

location:  some  alleyway

poison  ivy  had  been  pretending  to  be  more  man  than  plant  all  day.  it's  been  tiresome.  finally,  he's  able  to  shed  away  those  pesky  clothes  and  go  into  his  much  more  natural  state.  his  skin  pigment  is  back  to  that  beautiful  shade  of  green,  his  hair  is  brighter  than  before,  and  leaves  along  with  some  flowers  are  the  only  thing  covering  him.  they  feel  like  they  can  breathe  again.  although  they  wouldn't  be  poison  ivy  without  ruffling  some  feathers.  “plants  can  speak,  you  dumbass.”  poyraz  has  a  vine  wrapped  around  their  neck,  lifting  them  up  from  the  wall  feet  up  in  the  air.  “i  know  what  you  did  and  you  should  fucking  burn.”  although  right  when  he's  about  to  do  something  worse,  some  commotion  distracts  him.  they  snapped  their  head  to  look  back  at  the  street  and  up  at  the  roof,  searching  for  where  the  noise  came  from.  due  to  their  attention  being  elsewhere,  the  vine  slipped  from  the  other  man,  he  fell  to  the  ground  and  ran.  “are  you  happy  now?  you  may  as  well  come  out  since  you've  ruined  my  fun.” 

[herogaiahq]

tag dump

[heroicboys]

open starter. downtown metropolis. nightlife. dtf.

a simple bar, usually, except the proprietor was one of them. one of the heroes, villains, whatever walked through the door he didn't care as long as you didn't start shit and karter had been coming here often since he came back to metropolis. it felt nice, warm, he was doing his best to 'connect' with the humans of earth, and maybe some weren't but the majority were, and he was trying to find someone who was his own friend. not clark's. or jon's. or someone's someone, but someone for him to be pals with.

their eyes had met a few times while drinking, the heat easy between them already and he could tell that maybe this might be a thing. or a little thing. but he could feel the tension and he grinned, a playful perked brow before nodding them over to join him.

"hi, we aren't very subtle, are we?"