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Post by Norman Osborn on Nov 19, 2010 1:46:11 GMT
Only a few weeks ago, Mendell Stromm, Co-Founder of OsCorp, had been stuffed in jail based on false charges made by a certain Green Goblin. He had been unable to make bail while awaiting his trial because he was cut off from his funding as soon as his partner, Norman Osborn, "discovered" that Stromm was a criminal. This day, however, was Stromm's arraignment. His lawyer had assured him he would be able to prove the charges false, and Stromm should go free after today. So, with high hopes, Stromm is led to a police car for transportation to the courthouse.
As it would turn out, Norman Osborn and the Green Goblin are one in the same. Norman knew that the chances of Stromm getting out of jail were high, and as soon as Stromm was free, Norman wasn't going to have control of OsCorp anymore. This particular day, Norman suited up in his garb of green (and purple) and flew towards the jail on his bat-glider. Stromm would not make it to the courthouse alive if he had anything to say about it.
Norman spotted the police car pulling away from Ravencroft, and followed it. He would wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. Stromm wouldn't have a chance. His only concern was making the attack appear random. He did not need people connecting Norman Osborn and the Green Goblin. The glider perkily perused the streets of New York, tailing the cop car, and a smile remained glued to the Goblin's face.
Finally, a busy intersection had the police car stopped at a red light. This was his chance, the Goblin knew it. First, he would create a little chaos as a distraction. Whipping out a dozen razor-bats, he took out the majority of the traffic lights. The intersection almost immediately descended into chaos, since nobody had any idea what to do. How easily one can stir up the sheep...
A policeman got out of the passenger side of the copcar to direct traffic. Letting out a blood-curdling laugh, the Goblin swooped down, ramming his glider directly into the law enforcement agent. The policeman flew back and Gobby jumped off of his glider, delivering a sharp chop to the man's neck, dropping the police man to the ground.
He quickly turned and flung two pumpkin bombs at the cop car as the driver struggled to exit, blowing the front of the vehicle into a metal mess. He proceeded to fling half a dozen more pumpkin bombs at random cars now even more chaotic than usual in the New York streets. Norman inhaled deeply. "I just love the smell of destruction in the morning!" He turned and slowly began to approach what remained of the police car.
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Post by Frank Castle on Nov 21, 2010 3:43:29 GMT
Things to do today:
~ Position dead drops
~ Pick up supplies ( M.R.E's, medical supplies, toiletries, bullets, ect)
~Check N.Y.P.D database for any leads concerning Mafia/Vory Vi Zakone connection
~ Clean out crackhouse on the corner of fifth and Elm.
That simple to-do list of things was the reason Frank was driving down the street behind the cop car in a battered 1967 Chevorlet impala. It wasn't his kind of car, but it was the only one he could find on such short notice. He had enough trouble fitting his gear in the trunk without getting this heap of junk down the way to the crack house. In the back in a hard-packed plastic case was a list of weapons. An M16 with an underslung grenade launcher plus all the ammo requirments. A sawn off shotgun, An MP5 and an UZI both with an extended clip anda couple of hand grenades.
Heavy fire power for just a crack house, but I'm sick of having to clean this place up every three months. Gonna raise it to the ground this time, see what crawls out.
As if to make things worse a police car pulled infront. Frank shifted in the seat and followed behind, trying his best not to draw attention. Hopefully no-one had reported the car stolen. He doubted it, after all the previous owner had been a a local pimp who had drowned in a toilet... The bathroom really is a dangerous place. As the car came to a stop in a busy intersection Franksighed slightly and tried to turn the radio on. All he got was thick static causing him to turn it off.
Gonne be here a while
The thought had barely registered when all of a sudden chaos took control of the intersection with an iron grip. Cars from all sides accelrated, crashing into one and other illicting a speedy responce from the police. Frank opened the car door and craned his neck to see ahead. The high pitched scream caught his attention and he ducked for cover behind hiscar as the goblin attacked. While he dispatched the police Frank shifted around to the trunk of his car. Popping it he opened up the case and pushed aside the foam guards. He was just reaching for the M16 when he heard somthing metalic cling against his foot. He glanced down to see an odd little device that looked almost like ap umpkin. It was beeping and a red L.E.D was flashing ontop. Military training kicked in instantly as Frank turned and sprinted to the cover of another empty car as his own was turned into a flaming inferno, all that ammo only adding to the effect as it detonated, tearing the car to shreds.
High explosives, some sort of... flying skateboard and a stupid outfit. This guy's trouble. My gear was in the car. I need a weapon.
Frank glanced around and spotted the police officers Glock 19 laying nearby, the spraypainted black weapon was lying under the wheel of a car. With speed Frank moved over, leaned down and snatched the weapon up. He pulled the slide back and chambered a round.
That hand grenade tore apart my plastic hardcase, if it's damaged this pistol I'm in trouble.
Grasping the pistol in both hands Frank moved through the twisted maze of cars untill he came to a point behind the hood of a car where he could see the green goblin advancing on the ruined police car. Frank took aim, inhaling as he squeezed the trigger. The pistol bucked in his hands and he knew it was faulty. The round would probably veer wildly off target.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Nov 21, 2010 4:02:13 GMT
Veer off wildly, the bullet did. The Goblin was so completely focused on his objective, almost the entire world was blocked out of his perceptions. Hs future hinged on this moment. Success, and his life would be great. Failure, and he may just end up a fugitive. Of course, with his awesome powers, he would be able to evade the police easily, but he didn't deserve to be constantly on the run. He deserved to be on top.
As ne neared the vehicle, he could see Stromm in the backseat, struggling to open his door. The officer had been impaled by a piece of the car's hood, most certainly dead. Certainly, Stromm couldn't know the Goblin was coming for him, unless he somehow knew that Norman was one and the same with the mean, green machine. However, this was virtually impossible so Norman ignored the possibility.
Finally reaching the door, Norman held up a hand in front of the window. "Please, sir, if you would please step away from the door, I will assist you in removing it." Stromm froze, giving the Goblin an odd lock. Norman couldn't help it and cracked a devillish smile. "HAHA, I was definitely joking. If you don't feel like listening to my warning," he smashed his fist through the window, wrapping his fingers around Stromm's neck, "Heehee, then maybe you should consider some other form of existence. Wait...did that make sense? HAHAHA! That's right, I don't care!" The Goblin took a few steps back, dragging Stromm's thick body through the window.
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Post by Frank Castle on Nov 23, 2010 0:42:29 GMT
Misfire. Possible problem with the mechanisim, could just be a bad round.
Frank chambered a new round by hand, pulled the slide all the way back, re-adjusted his aim and fired. The round buried itself in a brick wall almost a full yard to the targets right hand side. Discarding the useless weapon Frank looked around for anything else, either one of his own guns or somthing from the police car. The ground was littered with debries, and of course he had hisKa-bar but he would have prefered somthing with a bit morep unch in it. He happened to glance into the back seat of the car he was taking cover behind. A Louie-ville slugger lay across the back seat along with a discarded baseball glove. Frank smashed his hand through the window and grabbed it, weighing it in his hands. It was heavy, made of Rosewood or some other similer, highly dense wood. These things were illegal in professional baseball for a reason.
Finally catching a break
Vaulting the hood of the car Frank watched as the manic reached into the car and dragged out one of the injured passangers. It was unlikely the man would survive, his wounds were pretty grim. The manic took no notice of |Frank so far and so Frank, taking a short runup the last few steps turned his hips sharply, aiming to smash the Green Goblins skull open like a melon with his newly found sporting equipment.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Nov 23, 2010 0:55:06 GMT
Norman reached down to grab a razor-bat out of his pack. He intended to use it to slit Stromm's throat. However, he never got the chance. His head snapped to the side and he promptly fell over, releasing Stromm, who fell to the ground as well.
He could barely think, all he could see was stars, and they were fuzzy at best. A dull ringing in his ears prevented him from functioning in the least bit for several moments. He finally gathered the strength to think to himself What on God's Green Earth was that?! His first audible mutterings were short bursts of laughter as he came to terms with the head-splitting pain. Slowly but steadily, he turned his head to see what had hit him. A man holding a baseball bat? Seriously? That was it?
Norman's adrenaline surged with his anger. Not even a cop or something like that, some weirdo....with a bat?! He grabbed the razor-bat he had been gunning for before and threw it with all the might he could muster towards the muscled man with the bat. He began to lift his head, ignoring the pain that was rushing through it. Bracing himself with a hand on the ground, he made movements to stand up. "That, haha, was a BIG mistake....haha...HA!"
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Post by Butterfly Kai on Nov 23, 2010 2:53:31 GMT
Kai rounded a corner to see an intersection in total chaos, only a block away from her. She watched in curiosity, her little rabbit poking his head out of her bag.
What's that? Kai thought as she heard a blood-curdling laugh. It scared and intrigued her at the same time. Kai saw people running from the chaos, and police rushing toward it. She glanced down at Autumn, her rabbit, and headed toward the damage of the intersection. Maybe in the wreckage, she could score some merchandise.
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Post by Frank Castle on Nov 23, 2010 23:56:32 GMT
I have to admit... Not a bad way to kill a man.
Frank's triumph was surprsingly short lived as the goblin stirred and was soon reutrning to his senses. Frank shifted his grip on the bad, fully intending for taking another whack at the demented little freak when he half-giggled half-groaned and rushed with surprsing agilityfor his strange weapons. Somthing whipped towards Frank almost faster than his eye could follow and instinctivly he turned, bringing the bat up to take the blow.
It offered no defense.
With a buzzing sound the bat was shaved clean in two, the top now nothing but a slanting spike. Searing pain wracked Frank's arm almost letting the bat fall from deadened fingers. Hot blood oozed from the open wound on his arm. The razor had cut clean through six inches of wood, his leather jacket and the flesh of his arm. An inch deeper and it would have severed his bicep and ruined his arm for a long time. The battered old T-shirt baring Frank's trademark symbol was splashed with crimson.
The creature staggered to it's feet, sounding half way between angry and demented. With that scowl set permanetly on his features Frank advanced with his broken bat, unmoved by the manic's comments. This time instead of swinging Frank lunged with the sharp point left by the break jabbing towards the Goblins guts, however Frank was merely human and despite his excellent condition the goblin was probably faster, both in body and reflex.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Nov 24, 2010 2:28:18 GMT
Goblin was positively gleeful when he noticed that his bat had done it's job, cutting the bat in two and slicing open the man's arm. Straightening up to full height, he noted the look on the man's face. Like he had some kind of chip on his shoulder or something. Well, it looks like he should, after all, his arm had just been sliced open by some freak in green and purple. He chuckled, in spite of himself.
Without warning, the man lunged forward, angling the point of the bat toward Norman's stomach. Knowing full well that the sturdy chainmail beneath his tunic would protect him, Goblin elected to swing a fist towards the man's chin as the point struck him. The force of an extremely strong man was behind the batpoint, so it still gave him a slight stomach-ache, but there was no penetration. However, his fist had several times that strength behind it, and Norman was confident that the punch should flatten this cretin so that he could get back to business. Letting out a maniacal laugh, the Goblin was certain of victory.
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Post by Butterfly Kai on Nov 24, 2010 3:26:21 GMT
Kai watched the violent and bloody fight between the two men among the destroyed, flaming cars.
She stayed low, hiding between cars that weren't on fire, watching the battle from a safe distance. It seemed fast and slow at the same time. Watching it, she couldn't tell who the 'bad guy' was. On one hand, the green one was laughing manaically, but on the other hand, the other man was thrusting a sharp object at a seemingly unprotected opponent.
From Kai's perspective, this fight would end in death, which meant there would surely be something worth taking away from this battle.
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Post by Betty Brant on Nov 24, 2010 13:46:58 GMT
For exactly ten seconds, Betty stood wide-mouthed staring as some Green garbed freak flew in on some marvelous contraption and, with the toss of a few items, caused the whole street to literally explode into chaos. Flames leapt up from cars and people dove to the ground as shrapnel flew, Betty included, the coffee tray she had been cradling came crashing to the ground and the brown contents sent free.
Struggling to her feet, it only took her a moment to reach a decision; she had to help, she had to try and help.
Dashing into a nearby alley, she prayed to some higher power that everyone was running around like a chicken with their head cut off and would NOT notice some random female changing into full black garb. In a little under a minute, she was running out from her cover, black bandana pulled up to obscure her face and she narrowed her eyes, scouting for what she had missed.
The scene was a simple one; the green guy was on the green and a harsh, ex-military-esque guy were standing over him with a bat. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what had just taken place. Faster than her eye could follow, something whisked out and suddenly severed the bat in the man's hand in two and dealing him a nasty cut.
After only the slightest moment of hesitation, she drew out a stun baton in one hand and a regular one in the other; maybe she'd get lucky and this man who couldn't be incapacitated by a grand slam hit to the head could possibly be stunned. She's seen videos of bigger guys going down to these things.
Lowering her head and shoulders, she rose up onto the balls of her feet and set her long legs into motion, eating up the distance between herself and the goblin in a relatively short amount of time (for a normal human). Approaching from the Green Goblin's back, she hoped for two things...
One; that the man didn't die from the punch that looked as though it were about to connect with his face.
Two; that the blow she was about to hit just maybe, maybe could hit and take down this masked menace!
Slapping her batons together into one, she took a two-handed grip on both handles and rose the thing above her head, pressing in the button to begin running thousands of volts of electricity through the stun baton as she made a short leap before bringing the batons down toward the right clavicle bone (or whichever side he's punching with) of her soon-to-be-enemy.
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Post by Frank Castle on Nov 26, 2010 1:18:46 GMT
Judders ran up Frank's arm as his blow was stopped dead by the freaks flimsy looking costume. The force of the blow had been like striking steel. It had stopped him dead in his tracks. Frank saw the punch in the way the goblin twisted to deliver it and was too late to od anything but move ever so slightly to try and avoid the blow, a futile effort.
The punch connected with him just above his left eye and sent him rolling along the ground, a nasty gash appearing above his eye, the eye itself and the flesh around it swelled, forcing the eye shut. Frank let pain flood him to gauge his wounds.
Bozo hits like a freight train, broken my left oribtal. Can't afford to take another punch like that. Need to end this fight quickly before more civillians get caught in the crossfire.
Frank forced himself to his feet, shutting off the pain to face the giggling manic again, He noticed out of the corner of his good eye someone slinking amoung the cars like a jackal waiting on the edge of a fight to feast on the loser. Ignoring the scavavanger he flicked his gaze back to the manic, ducking only long enough to draw the small ballistic knife from his boot and press back int othe fray. Sommthing flitted past him rapidly. Frank tensed only untill the figure darted past him and attacked the goblin.
Not a supe...Looks more like a viglante. Last thing this city needs. Some psychopath playing Judge, Jury and executioner...
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Post by Norman Osborn on Nov 26, 2010 19:20:28 GMT
Norman giggled when he hit his target squarely in the face with his fist. Well, not squarely, but close enough to where it sent the man to the ground. Good enough for him. The blow should be enough encouragement for the guy to stay off his back while he finished off Stromm. Maybe then they could tangle a little more until the Goblin got bored and decided to kill him. Maybe. However, first things first, he needed to get Stromm, before the man could come to his senses and run away.
Only a moment later, however, something crashed down onto his left shoulder, sending a very painful amount of electricity through his body and effectively knocking him too the ground, an annoying tingling shooting up and down his arm. "Oh, Oh, that really hurt. I don't, ha, I don't see how a double team is fair!" He chuckled as he struggled to find his footing. The second time in two minutes he had been knocked to the ground, and he was not very happy about it.
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Post by Butterfly Kai on Nov 26, 2010 20:21:12 GMT
Kai watched as this black clad woman came and attacked the Green Goblin, sending him to the ground.
"Oh, Oh, that really hurt. I don't, ha, I don't see how a double team is fair!" The Goblin laughed.
Kai didn't think this was very funny, being knocked to the ground and double teamed, but this guy did seem pretty messed up in the head. She surveyed the three people. Whichever one, or two, lost, she would be sure to get some pretty valuable leftovers.
She glanced over at a female victim who had been crushed by a car. There was a gold wedding band on her hand. Kai glanced at the fight, then slipped the band off the dead woman's finger, shoving it into her black bag. She then looked over the woman for any other jewelry, scoring a platinum watch, pearl earrings, and a diamond necklace. The woman's clothes were pretty expensive, but since they were crushed and bloody and torn, Kai couldn't see them bringing in much of a profit.
"We scored good even before the fight ended," she smiled at her little albino bunny, who blinked, twitching his nose.
Kai returned to seriously watching the battle at hand.
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Post by Danny Rand on Nov 26, 2010 21:31:39 GMT
(IC as Peter Parker)
Stupid double Science. Peter swung through the streets of New York, and could hear the destruction going on not too far away. He'd heard about the incident an hour before, but as always, class held him up. Thank god for Lunch. Peter swung around the corner of a close building, and into the street that was host to the scene of destruction.
"Uh-oh..." Spidey muttered as he landed atop an abandoned taxi.
From what he could see, it was all out chaos. There was some Halloween freak on a flying surfboard, a soldier running about with a bat, a girl stealing from people and...her. Oh.
"Heya folks!" Peter called out as he jumped in the direction of the group, landing in front of the orc guy.
"Whoa! And I thought my threads were out there," teased Pete, as he aimed his web shooters at the army guy and the Goblin, ready to turn one onto the thief.
"And what," Peter muttered, as he leant towards the vigilante he'd met before. "Are you doing here?"
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Post by Betty Brant on Nov 27, 2010 0:22:07 GMT
"Heya folks!"
Oh, she knew that voice. Not bothering to turn, the spider web that leapt out towards the jarhead and the Goblin confirmed her suspicion; Spider-Man had arrived. Ideally, she should have been comforted by the arrival of the masked vigilante, but, somehow, sharing the experience of evading law enforcement doesn't entirely endear one to another individual.
Resisting the overwhelming urge to knock the "masked menace" upside the head, Betty skipped over a few steps as she readied her stun baton for a blow to army dude that would no doubt leave his normal, non-super body paralyzed for a few minutes; if it connected.
Her voice flew out from her mouth, the last word accompanying her weapon as it made a dangerous arch through the air, descending toward Castle's chest, "Being a typical girl scout of course; using my character, confidence and courage to make the world a better PLACE!"
Betty, of course, had not finished Girl Scouts nor did she ever really intend on that. Still, the cookies were tasty and the motto gave her a good laugh sometimes.
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