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[taylor511040]

"You don't need to be okay, you need help." She would mumur. "I am going to go and get you help. You obviously need it." She would then leave, coming back with some medical supplies. "If no one is going to stabilize you again, I will."

Open RP

Ava had always been dealing with her phasing problems. She knew it hurt, and she was used to it. But when Janet Van Dyne had stabilized her atoms, she had not had as big of a pain for that anymore. But now, after many years, it was beginning to hurt again. As she walked, she phased with each step, her body seeming to glitch. It was scary and unnerving for anyone who saw, as she refused to talk about her pain anymore. She turned down help, and wouldn't talk to anyone who was persistent about it It had become even more painful over the past few weeks. You noticed her wincing when she stood still, after she phased. But that was once. After that one time, every time she flickered, she seemed unfazed. She was getting used to it again. That worried you. Even though Ava was an untrusting and closed off person, she still spoke. But now, her speech was minimal, and when she spoke it was short one word answers. You caught her sitting on the couch, her body phasing in and out of the states. She was still visible, and was a solid figure. But she needed quantum energy, but wouldn't communicate that to anyone. You noticed she was also wearing her suit, hood down. She never wore her suit anymore, because she was supposedly "quantum stable". She was silently crying, her face in her hands. Tags: @hufflepuffavenger @the-best-black-widow @justawhitewolf @your-fav-russian-assassin @official-buckybarnes @thebestmerc-1 @little-lost-prince @luna-draven-barnes @official-natasha-romanova @the-best-duck-tamer @luna-draven-barnes and anyone else!

[taylor511040]

@serenastark-official

"I actually mean it, it's important. Even though you'll probably despise me after this, just hear me out!" The woman would take a deep breath. "We had someone break into the Stark Towers last night, trying to steal more artifacts. After they did that, they tried to blow up the East side of the tower. We stopped them in time, but... damage is still done." The woman didn't seem very happy. "We have them in captivity but they won't speak a single word. We need your help."

A mysterious woman would look at Stark, wondering what her true intentions are. Either it looked like Stark had just dropped out of the sky like it was a piece of cake, or it was something else that didn't manner as much.

"Well, well, well! Isn't it Miss Serena Stark!"

Serena, crutches in hand, raised an eyebrow as she took in the mysterious woman’s appearance. She didn’t budge from her position, clearly assessing the stranger with a sharp gaze.

[taylor511040]

She would look at Ava from a distance. She wasn't scared of Ava for being different, but she was more so concerned. She would approach Ava, making sure she kept her distance in case things went sideways. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" The mysterious woman would sit down next to her, making an attempt to very gently rub her back.

Open RP

Ava had always been dealing with her phasing problems. She knew it hurt, and she was used to it. But when Janet Van Dyne had stabilized her atoms, she had not had as big of a pain for that anymore. But now, after many years, it was beginning to hurt again. As she walked, she phased with each step, her body seeming to glitch. It was scary and unnerving for anyone who saw, as she refused to talk about her pain anymore. She turned down help, and wouldn't talk to anyone who was persistent about it It had become even more painful over the past few weeks. You noticed her wincing when she stood still, after she phased. But that was once. After that one time, every time she flickered, she seemed unfazed. She was getting used to it again. That worried you. Even though Ava was an untrusting and closed off person, she still spoke. But now, her speech was minimal, and when she spoke it was short one word answers. You caught her sitting on the couch, her body phasing in and out of the states. She was still visible, and was a solid figure. But she needed quantum energy, but wouldn't communicate that to anyone. You noticed she was also wearing her suit, hood down. She never wore her suit anymore, because she was supposedly "quantum stable". She was silently crying, her face in her hands. Tags: @hufflepuffavenger @the-best-black-widow @justawhitewolf @your-fav-russian-assassin @official-buckybarnes @thebestmerc-1 @little-lost-prince @luna-draven-barnes @official-natasha-romanova @the-best-duck-tamer @luna-draven-barnes and anyone else!

[taylor511040]

A mysterious woman would see the wounded figure from a distance, wondering what they were doing in such a place all by themselves. "Holy shit, I would be surprised if this person was still alive." She would mumble under her breath. She would move swiftly across the forest, making sure she wouldn't get noticed by prior enemies. Her gun would be attached at her hip. She would finally get close enough to the person. She knew she wouldn't be able to do much to save their life, but, at least she could check in on them. "W-what happened to you?" She would get out her first aid kit.

{-< Open starter : Time awakens >-}

[[Anyone can join]]

In the forest, in the dead of night, you hear something. It is an unusual sound, well- unless the sound of someone falling to the ground and coughing their damn lungs out, was normal. If you’d navigate, you’d find a slightly glowing area, just for a moment- the golden glow of time powers being used, before it would quickly flicker out, leaving a man- or, perhaps teen, now in your view. On the ground with what seemed to be damaged armor, visible gashes and cuts on him, though none of them looked all too serious.. almost like something worse had happened, yet it was toned down?

Whatever the hells had caused any of this damage, looked ruthless. Whatever armor he was wearing, was extremely bloodstained and it was surprising that it even held together right now…

Xan is reeling in pain, head spinning as he realizes he needs to breathe, why does he need to breathe? He didn’t need to do that before! He hadn’t felt real pain in a while either, he felt the world actually weighing him down, coughing out blood from old wounds as he laid helplessly, barely propping himself up as he was just filled with confusion and astonishment, not even recognizing the presence nearby of you

If you’d known Eve- or her little ghosty friend, at least, you’d recognize the shape of the person, somewhat, it looked like that form the ghost would occasionally take. But this person looked alive.

Taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @pain-is-forever, @reyno-solis-real, @another-argo, @notaeoluschild, @the-great-emperor-commodus, @unlicensed-field-medic

[[ I technically don’t have a Taglist for this account, but- I figured I’d tag any people who have really directly interacted with Xan :> ]]

[taylor511040]

"Man, if I were you I would be faceplanted in bed and not wanting to move. I'm not sure how you do it." She would fidget with whatever was in her pocket, eventually looking up at her once again. "You have time to talk about something? It's... important."

A mysterious woman would look at Stark, wondering what her true intentions are. Either it looked like Stark had just dropped out of the sky like it was a piece of cake, or it was something else that didn't manner as much.

"Well, well, well! Isn't it Miss Serena Stark!"

Serena, crutches in hand, raised an eyebrow as she took in the mysterious woman’s appearance. She didn’t budge from her position, clearly assessing the stranger with a sharp gaze.

[taylor511040]

"Sounds... painful." She would shake her head. "You need anything? I'm surprised you're still up and about with your injuries." Her eyes would look at the floor

A mysterious woman would look at Stark, wondering what her true intentions are. Either it looked like Stark had just dropped out of the sky like it was a piece of cake, or it was something else that didn't manner as much.

"Well, well, well! Isn't it Miss Serena Stark!"

Serena, crutches in hand, raised an eyebrow as she took in the mysterious woman’s appearance. She didn’t budge from her position, clearly assessing the stranger with a sharp gaze.

[taylor511040]

"Well, yikes... looks like you had a bomb dropped on you no problem." She would continue to look at Stark, tilting her head. "Who did this to you?"

A mysterious woman would look at Stark, wondering what her true intentions are. Either it looked like Stark had just dropped out of the sky like it was a piece of cake, or it was something else that didn't manner as much.

"Well, well, well! Isn't it Miss Serena Stark!"

Serena, crutches in hand, raised an eyebrow as she took in the mysterious woman’s appearance. She didn’t budge from her position, clearly assessing the stranger with a sharp gaze.

[taylor511040]

A Long Way Home: (OPEN RP! DM ME!)

Taylor knew that there was a long way home ahead of her, as she had quite the people to deal with before she felt comfortable with going home. First: rob and bank. Why do that? She was a very mysterious woman, willing to have her name knew across the whole city of New York. She would now be getting prepared to follow through with her first plan.

Taylor would cover herself in a black bodysuit, gloves, etc... it was for her protection. She would draw a mask over her face, equipping herself with a utility belt and a gun of choice. She would enter the bank, strolling along as if it was nothing.

She would then feel a presence behind her, and it felt wrong. Someone stronger than her, possibly? Was this a friend or foe? Would they hurt her or let her go?

"Who are you? What do you want? You have a minute to explain yourself before I do something to you, so make it quick!"

[taylor511040]

@whomuses

She would stare at him from a certain distance, not sure if she should interact with him or not

open rp || Gale of Waterdeep - Act 3 It was a surprisingly balmy evening. The bustle of Baldur's Gate below the walls of the Elfsong had shifted more rowdy as the sun started to set; on the roof, with a nice bottle of wine and a plate of meats and cheeses next to him, Gale could almost pretend that things were… normal. It was a visit to the city for some book or other, and he was just taking a moment to enjoy the liveliness of the place. Only, with his bandaged right arm resting near useless on his lap and the low ache of the near constant itching behind his eye, it was impossible to forget the weight of their journey. He sighed softly, tilting his head back to catch the warm beams of the setting sun across his features, basking in false ignorance for just a few moments longer.

[taylor511040]

@justanothergothamsocialite

"Yeah, ummm... I'm fine. This isn't the first time this has happened." Taylor would shrug, grabbing some napkins and cleaning it up herself. "No need to be sorry, it happens to everyone."

busy as a bee! (an open rp <3)

It was days like this Anastasia thanked her mother for forcing her to learn how to walk in heels at 7 years old. She had missed the train all in the name of coffee and now she's really starting to think it wasn't worth it, especially since she started work in 10 minutes and she was on the other side of the city.

With her purse under her arm and coffee in hand, she pushed through hoards of people, muttering 'excuse me' 'sorry' after every person. Part of her hoped people would see her white coat with her badge tucked into its front pocket and make way.

Each step was with purpose, and a sense of hope started welling in her chest - hope that she wouldn't be late! But that came to a stand still as she crashed into someone, her coffee spilling all over herself and the person in front of her.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Are you okay?" she said frantically opening her purse to pull out some sort of napkin.

[taylor511040]

"I would suppose utmost so."

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[taylor511040]

"Meh, it's fine. I'm pretty sure there's people that have broken into my house before and I've ever knew." She would mumble

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[taylor511040]

"Yeah, of course it's yours! Why would I see a need to eat something myself? It's a bit too early for that." She would chuckle a bit. "Go ahead, have it."

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[taylor511040]

"No need to thank me, I promise. I just like taking care of the wounded or the people who need me the most." Taylor would find herself smiling once again.

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[taylor511040]

@serenastark-official

"Has she always regarded me as Shadow?" Taylor would tilt her head as she noticed Serena had disappeared. "Hmmm, well, the moment she opens that bag and notices that card." She would smirk evil. "It's not just one normal business card, it's one that'll do some great damage." Taylor would do a simple back-dive off the roof, swiftly landing on her feet. "I would bomb this place up, BUTTT I don't think I'll do that." She would grab something out of her pocket. Wait, was that another Stark artifact?! "She forgot the one she came here for all along... and I still have it. Whoopsie!" Taylor would let off an evil laugh as she disappeared into the night.

The next morning, Taylor would be seen walking the streets of the bustling city.

Location: A high-security underground vault in Zurich. Time: 2:37 AM. Objective: Retrieve a stolen Stark Industries prototype before it falls into the wrong hands.

Snow crunched beneath Serena's boots as she pressed herself against the cold metal wall, her breath coming in quiet puffs of mist. The facility was eerily silent—too silent. Her gut told her this wasn't going to be a simple in-and-out job. Adjusting her gauntlet, she tapped her earpiece.

"C.A.R.L.O.S., tell me something good."

Define good, Miss Stark. If you mean the dozen heat signatures moving toward your position, then I regret to inform you that the news is quite bad.

Serena exhaled sharply. "Screw it. Let’s improvise."

Her HUD flickered as she scanned the room ahead—dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows. The prototype had to be close. But so was someone else.

A noise. Footsteps.

Serena raised her repulsor, eyes narrowing. Ally or foe? That was the million-dollar question.

"Alright, whoever’s out there, show yourself. You’ve got three seconds before I start blasting."

[taylor511040]

"No problem!" She would head down to the kitchen, whipping up a simple sandwich. She would toast some bread in the toaster, taking some turkey, ham, lettuce, tomato, and cheese from the fridge. Once the bread was toasted and the sandwich was assembled, she would slice it perfectly in half and put it onto a plate.

Open Rp:

tw: mentions of violence, blood, and death

4:54 AM. Nate stumbled through the back door, head down and hood up. He tried to get through the quiet house undetected, reaching the bathroom on the ground floor. He limped on his left leg, and his breathing was heavy

The red was washed off his skin down the drain of the sink but it wasn't enough. It was everywhere. His hands and face and clothes crusted with the stuff. It didn't seem to want to scrub out.

He heard a noise from outside and realised he'd forgotten to close the bathroom door. He looked up to see who it was, fear and shame boiling in his stomach. He looked a mess, his face bruised and covered in blood that wasn't his own, his lip split and his nose bleeding into his mouth

Shit

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No pressure tags:

@clintbarton-thearrowguy @laura-barton-shield @the-good-redheaded-witch @natt-romanoff @chaotic-shapeshifter @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 and anyone else :)

[taylor511040]

@serenastark-official

"And what if I don't? You kill me?" She would cross her arms, snickering. "That's no surprise. I've been killed multiple times, I mean... Did some damage but I come back to LIFE everytime, Stark. You're just some Dora Explorer without a backpack and a monkey." She snickered. "Unless C.A.R.L.O.S. is now your monkey, but it works out well." She would wink. "Soooo, yeah. I think I'm just gonna keep this one for myself." She would shrug, backing off the edge of the roof. What did Serena think she was doing?

Location: A high-security underground vault in Zurich. Time: 2:37 AM. Objective: Retrieve a stolen Stark Industries prototype before it falls into the wrong hands.

Snow crunched beneath Serena's boots as she pressed herself against the cold metal wall, her breath coming in quiet puffs of mist. The facility was eerily silent—too silent. Her gut told her this wasn't going to be a simple in-and-out job. Adjusting her gauntlet, she tapped her earpiece.

"C.A.R.L.O.S., tell me something good."

Define good, Miss Stark. If you mean the dozen heat signatures moving toward your position, then I regret to inform you that the news is quite bad.

Serena exhaled sharply. "Screw it. Let’s improvise."

Her HUD flickered as she scanned the room ahead—dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows. The prototype had to be close. But so was someone else.

A noise. Footsteps.

Serena raised her repulsor, eyes narrowing. Ally or foe? That was the million-dollar question.

"Alright, whoever’s out there, show yourself. You’ve got three seconds before I start blasting."