Assemble! [Avengers thread]

[Hope Estheim]

From the windows at the top of the Academy headquarters, Hope Estheim's view of the attack's beginning could not have been any better...nor any more frightening to see. The besieging forces - composed of what he could only guess were some manner of robotic troops - tore into buildings, streets, and innocent humans alike. The fires began instantly. Already Hope was beginning to free himself of his tie and gloves, making his way towards what looked to be a completely innocent closet. Once he had stepped inside and closed the door, however, it took only Hope's voice to change such a simple closet into something more impressive. "Code: Bhakti." Lights flashed on, floorboards shifted away, and Hope felt himself being slowly lowered into the floor below.

Only a handful of seconds later, a spray of light from another room crossed over Hope's features, revealing him to be decked out in something far different from his Academy uniform. Instead, he wore a tight-fitting, damage resistant suit that covered all of his body, save for his head and the gloves and boots that covered what would have otherwise been exposed skin. In his hand he gripped a mask - the final piece in what would turn Hope Estheim into his alter ego, a true hero of the people of Academia, the famous Captain Cocoon.

He stepped off the lift into the open room. As opposed to the room up above it that served as Hope's bedroom, this particular area featured little more than metal, work benches, computers, and lockers, and served as the headquarters of the defenders of Academia - the Avengers. Hope - no, Captain Cocoon, once he pulled the mask onto his head - almost believed he could hear tacky theme music playing in his head as he stepped into the central area, complete with a table, that served as the war room. "Avengers, assemble!", he yelled throughout the narrow corridors, knowing his fellow Avengers had already seen sight of the attack and were likely preparing to meet even as he spoke. But with arms folded over his chest, Captain Cocoon waited for them to gather.

Words - 430
Tagged - Maqui!Iron Man, Rygdea!Hawkeye, Fang!Thor, Vanille!Widow, Caius!Loki (later, I guess?), whoever's gonna be Hulk
Muse - Excellent.
Place - Outlined
Outfit - Bam, but with a C instead of an A
Notes - Yeah, don't worry about much effort in these. Just for teh lulz, really. Message me if you have a question, too. I may be able to give you an idea of how to fit the character with the Avenger. XD[/size]

[Oerba Dia Vanille]

It had been fairly quiet, until a few short moments ago. Vanille peeked outside with a curious look on her face. The terror going on in the city was…terrorizing. Vanille’s eyes went wide at the oncoming troops, robotic and what not, and she figured that everyone else would’ve seen this already. Hopefully she wasn’t late for some sort of meeting that usually went on before city saving happened. She wondered if everyone would be there, Fang, Hope, the whole lot, everyone who played their part as some sort of superhero to the city. It was kind of cheesy, like some real life comic book that had no place in this world, but whatever, heroes were always needed right? Well, Academia had the best set of heroes ever! The Avengers, and with that thought, Vanille began to hum her own secret agent-like theme as she took a roll through the room she was in, getting into the spirit of things before this meeting which would be called-

‘Avengers, assemble!’

That was good timing on Hope- er….Captain Cocoon’s part. Having a secret identity was sort of…like…it was something, it came with the whole superhero bit didn’t it? Vanille, known as the black widow, trotted down one of the narrow corridors towards the main room where everyone gathered to speak. She walked at a normal pace, adjusting her attire and flipping her orange curls over her shoulder as she then entered the room, just after Hope- Captain Cocoon had called for everyone to assemble. After entering the room and approaching Captain Cocoon, Vanil- The Black Widow rocked back on her heals, folding her arms across her chest though and seeming like she was pondering over something. After a moment, she turned towards the only other person here. “I assume you saw the chaos outside, yes?” she asked, tilting her head. It was a rather stupid question, especially since no one called for all of the Avengers unless something was wrong, like right now, there was a mess being made all over Academia, and who better to take care of it?

THE AVENGERS OF COURSE!

Tapping one set of fingers against her arm, Vanille- Black wid- whatever, Vanille waited for her other comrades, the other heroes of the city or whatever they wanted to call themselves, to arrive. Hopefully no one was out, because by the looks of things it was going to be a tough battle. Everyone had their own special talents to bring to the table, even Vanille herself, but that didn’t mean it was time to get complacent. People needed to hurry up, there was a city that needed saving!

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Words:[/color] 542
Muse:[/color] Good?
Tagged:[/color] Those people ^
Wearing:[/color] >>Click<<
Listening To:[/color] Nothing
Notes:[/color] Idek what this is Enjoy!

[Maqui]

His day off usually ended up like this, bent over one of his projects, hair and arms full of grease. In the corner of his office that appeared to be only a workbench full of his junk, inventions, parts and tools, was a passage to where he worked on his real projects. The projects he didn’t want anyone to see. Hope knew about it of course, but other then that, not really anyone knew about it. And that was the way he wanted it to stay. It was too precious to have these ideas of his fall into the hands of others. It felt odd, being here, instead of back in New Bodhum, but Maqui normally didn’t regret it. He got to work with tools, make things, fix things, and actually have people think him a genius. Yeah, he liked it. Definitely did. It also felt weird working with better quality parts then…well, junk, which is what he’d been working with his entire life. A mechanic could make things out of parts, but it took talent to make something out of mismatched parts others had given up on working. And when he found himself inventing something, he still found himself using the old junky parts. Why waste good parts if it didn’t work or blew up or something? Which had happened many, many times in the past.

Right at the moment Maqui was bent over his own metal body suit. After making a robot by himself when he had been eighteen, Maqui had, after many years, decided to build himself into a robot. How awesome would it be to have an armored suit? And of course, it hadn’t stopped there. He’d worked on this for a long time, getting everything just right, and had used junk for the majority of the project. Carefully selecting the pieces he had used, Maqui had reinforced the entire suit on the inside and outside, covering the scrap, which had been welded together, with another substance that he’d gotten with his last shipment of parts. He hadn’t bothered to make it look pretty for the longest time, but had gotten to the srs bsns. The gadgets. Of course, after he’d started on the project, Hope had instituted the Avengers. A group made up of Hope, Vanille, Fang, Rygdea, and himself. After that, he’d needed the suit, and was thankful he had it. Then it had become a more serious project though, rather just a passing fancy. And so he had installed many different things on it. The ability of flight, different weapons, hand warmers, plenty of things for not only fighting, but comfort as well. He didn’t like being uncomfortable while fighting crime. Adding missiles and all sorts of things to the suit, Maqui had used it plenty of different times now. Until Fang had asked him why his ‘heap a’ junk’ wasn’t painted, he hadn’t thought about doing so, but if he was going to be fighting crime, he supposed he needed some color to it. Finally painting it, he had settled on blue and black, figuring they were as good of colors as any.

With a ‘wark’, and a shove, Maqui landed in a heap on top of his suit, halfway stuck and flailing trying to get out of it. “COOKIE!” Grumbling and muttering to himself, he slid off and landed on a heap on the floor, before picking himself up and dusting himself off, just managing to get grease everywhere else. “Can you leave me alone for one minute? Comon, it’s bad enough you still owe me that hundred gil for fixing that hover, but now you’re just trying to break all my stuff. Why don’tcha go bug Hope or something? I’m sure his clothes would love for you to pay them a visit.” Reaching for his tools again, Maqui decided that he should stop daydreaming and get to work on this suit. The last time he’d flown in the suit, he’d decided he could make the flying even better, and so he was halfway through with completing it. Just a few minutes more an-

"Avengers, assemble!"

“Oh crap…crap crap crap.” Looking down at the suit, in pieces around his feet, Maqui gulped and then looked at the clock. He didn’t have much time to get this assembled again. Thankfully most of it was in tact, as he was finishing it up. The new flight was going to have to wait thoug-…crap! He had half of it completed. His half hour was going to have to be two minutes. With a groan, he slid his hands through his blonde hair, streaks of grease appearing there. “Why Cookie? It’s like Hope just loves to troll us, or the bad guys do. Of course he would pick right now of all times…and they couldn’t wait for my day while at work, could they? Good thing I’m wanting to be a hero ya know, or I wouldn’t put up with this intrusion! Now, make yourself useful and go get me that wrench on the workshop, will ya?” Finding it completely normal to talk to his bird, he gestured toward the workbench and went back to work to swiftly install the last charger he needed to produce the power of the new flight. Sensing the presence of the bird, Maqui stuck his hand back, only for a hammer to be dropped in. “Blast it all Cookie, I said the wrench. Go on, I need it.” With his nose still stuck in on where it needed to be, the wrench was finally dropped into his hand, and he nodded his thanks. “Finally, thought I’d trained ya better then that, ya know? I’m gonna be late, but oh well, Rygdea’s always late, and Fang, she is too.” Chatting away while he worked, Maqui finally got it running and used the wrench to get the bolts closed. No time to test it out, so hopefully his work hadn’t failed.

Finally getting it completed, Maqui tossed his tools back onto his workbench and glanced at the clock. Good, only three minutes from when Hope had called for them. Sliding into the suit, he tapped a few buttons and got it fired up. As it snapped into the perfect shape of his body, Maqui started ordering around his bird again. “Alright, you stay away from anyone's clothes while I’m away, alright? The last time you got into that scientists clothes, he had me buy him a whole new wardrobe. So be good, and don’t eat any tools either,” And with that, the mask snapped shut, all of the lights coming on inside so he could speak with the system he had invented. “Flight system on, ready for takeoff, don’t bother with the checks, we don’t have time.” The voice of the computer kicked on, warning him about the problems that could occur from that, but he silenced it and glanced at the screen before using the controls to give himself what he thought was the right amount of pressure to fly. Hovering there for a minute to stabilize himself and check to see that the flying wouldn’t go out right away, Maqui turned and made his way out of the lab of his and toward the area he knew the others would be.

Right before he got there though, the suit decided to malfunction on the whole flying thing. Instead of making the normally graceful entry he usually came in with, Maqui and his suit contraption came tumbling through the doors, before crashing into a heap on the floor. “Son of a monkeys uncle,” He muttered. Pressing the release button and stepping out of the suit, Maqui himself was in the tight suit Hope had picked out for them, although he still had his toolbelt on him. Seeing both Hope, or Captain Cocoon, and Black Widow rather, there, he gave them a sheepish shrug and picked out some tools. “Minor problems, I’ll get right on it. Shrapnel Man is here and stuff, so gimme just…a minute-“ he muttered out as he bent over his suit and started going to town on the system, tweaking it while the annoyed computer voice argued with him about ‘being right.’ “Why did I even invent you anyway?” Muttering that out, he tugged one last time on what he’d been working on, bolted it back together, and hopped into his suit. Letting it shift back into place, he paced over to where they both were. Keeping his mask up for the moment, he peered past them. “So what’s up this time?”

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Words:; 1652
Muse:; Great o.o
Tagged:; THE AVENGERS
Outfit:; That...one >.>
Location:; Academia - Avengers HQ or...wherever XD
Notes:; \o/ Let the epic begin
Listening too:; --

[rygdea]

Rygdea sat in his second office, the one at Academy Headquarters. As Head of the Cavalry he had his own office here, for it was necessary to keep on top of current events, especially when some of the things the Academy was dealing with - like the portals and the paradoxes - were highly experimental. The Academy had their own soldiers, but a bit of Cavalry back up never went amiss. However, the other reason that Rygdea had his office here, and had been spending increasingly more time here in the last several weeks, was in response to a new threat, a serious one, and an organization to repel it, in which his involvement was somewhat more... secretive. Nobody had questioned his new, black uniform when it had arrived. After all, army leaders had always had their own special design of the standard uniform, and compared to Cid Raines or Jihl Nabaat or even Rosch this new outfit was positively unremarkable. However, his new piece of weaponry, which he had spent the last several months honing in the training room, had raised a few eyebrows. But nobody could deny that Rygdea was even more deadly with his new equipment than he had been with his machine gun.

Besides, he had always liked bows and arrows.

The sounds reached him from the street below, screams and cries were more than enough to alert him to the sudden attack, but he did not have a good view of the action from his side of the building. What was going on? Whatever it was, it was a sudden attack, not one they had known was coming. Still, he got all the warning he needed, and when he heard Hope’s voice echoing down the corridors, he was ready. The Avengers had no leader, they answered to no-one and they answered to everyone. The public that they were to protect, that was who they had to answer to if something went wrong, but there was nobody above them. Rygdea kind of liked it. In fact he had liked it so much that he had even managed to get over the fact he had to work with Rosch, an old adversary of sorts, but what had taken even more time to get used to was accepting Vanille was strong enough to take care of herself on the battlefield. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly. Boy had he been wrong on that score.

Jumping to his feet, Rygdea strode through the corridors to where he knew he would find Hope, and he was quite surprised to see that Vanille and Maqui - excuse him, Black Widow and Shrapnel Man - had beaten him there. Vanille, he could only assume, had been close by, while Maqui... well, if he had been anywhere near that suit of his, he could probably have flown here quicker than Rygdea could have ran. Rygdea did not say this often, but that kid was a genius. Maybe not the strongest fighter in the world if he had to rely on his own physicality, but with that mind and that suit - a strong ally and a match for any of them. Rygdea looked out the window at the scene below, his mind already working. He was a military man after all, so he took it upon himself to work out the plan of attack, or at least approve whatever the others could come up with. Still Fang and Rosch to wait on though, but Rygdea was already getting some good ideas.

WORDS; 590
TAGGED; The others! [lazy]
MUSE; Good!
OUTFIT; Like this little piece of hothothothot
NOTES; Fun!
LISTENING TO?; LOTR

[Yaag Rosch]

Keeping a good mood was tough, especially when you knew there was a lot on the line, like…exploding into some giant hulky monster that could crush the lives of anyone you touched…yeah, that was a comforting thought. With a calm smile on his face, Rosch handed a few papers back to one of the Academy secretaries in the main lobby. He’d spent a lot of time running this way and that, trying to do what he could to organize the soldiers a bit more, after all, he had served quite a bit of time as a PSICOM director once upon a time, of course he had experience with things like this, so why not lend a hand where it was needed? Besides, maybe this would make up for all the wrong doings he had done and caused in the past, it seemed that he and Hope at least had made amends, just as he and the bubbly little Pulsian, Vanille had. Since they were all working together these days with this ‘Avengers’ thing going on, it seemed best to try and at least cooperate with whom you were working with.

The tougher two whom Rosch had a harder time dealing with were Fang and Rygdea. They were skilled fighters, but there was just some unfriendly past memories that would never be forgotten. Rygdea had served under the command of Cid Raines, Cavalry leader and a…not really an enemy to PSICOM, but not allies. Fang, she was just hot tempered, a fiery one and not as forgiving as Vanille or Hope, oh well, at least no real arguments came from either of those two, nor Rosch himself. All he could do these days, was try and keep calm. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to send in my next report soon, don’t lose those files alright? Took me forever to complete them.” Rosch nodded to the young lady as she smiled and trailed away to go take care of things, but his calm attitude had been interrupted by the sounds of cries and screamed from the other side of the doorway. Frowning, and watching as people scrambled, Rosch backed away, moving into a nearby building and taking a few different hallways that led him straight to the secret corridors, leading to the meeting room of the Avengers. He hadn’t caught Hope’s words, but he figured someone else would’ve heard the chaos, even if he wasn’t sure what it was, it needed to be stopped. He lived to protect the people, past, present, and future.

With quick steps, Rosch had entered the room, gazing around at those already gathered, Hope, Vanille, Maqui and Rygdea. Okay, so the majority of them were already here, they obviously knew what was going on, so stepping up towards the group, he folded his arms, icy blue eyes just watching the others before moving to each member individually. He waited for someone to say something regarding what to do, when to do it, and well…what the hell was really going on, but they had to wait on one more member of the Avengers to arrive. “Well? Is someone going to say something? Or is staring at the walls really that entertaining?” He said in a light hearted tone, still trying to keep calm, keep quiet, keep…anything but anger and frustration, but the more time they wasted here, the more anxious he got.

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Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Er'rybodeh?
Wearing:[/color] um, a uniform (it dont matter, gonna go TEARTEARRIPRIP here soon)
Listening To:[/color] Nothing!
Notes:[/color] I dunno what this is! 8'D

[Oerba Yun Fang]

Well hell. She hated it here. Crossing her arms over her chest, Fang stared down at the city. She’d much rather be out there in the wilderness, attacking wild beasts, but here she was, in the city. The less time she had to stay here, the better. Of course, she had business with Captain Cocoon and Black Widow, and so she had ventured out of her comfort zone and into this odd place. She would never understand just exactly what it was that people saw in this place. Why did they find it appealing? Shaking her head, the wild woman glared at a few people walking by. She would rather be honestly, anywhere else other then here. It wasn’t, per say, that she hated the place, more like…vastly disliked it. Yeah, that worked. Well whatever, soon she could be back in her own home, detached from this place, filled with all these mortal-…okay anyways, yes, she was here to see those two, and maybe see what had been happening around Academia as of lately. It had been, after all, months since her last visit to the area. Much had been bound to change. Not that she cared usually about the going ons of the city, but hell, at least checking up on the people she had spent some time with would be a good idea.

Which was when she saw it. Or heard it. Turning her head and pausing in stride, the woman heard the cries for help. Cursing under her breath, green eyes swiveled toward the sky, her hands lifted slightly as if shrugging. “Why can’ they ever stay saved? Hell, we’ve always gotta’ be the ones stickin’ our necks out there fer them. Ungrateful litt-...hell…Bahamut you ready?” An instant later her summon came crashing out of the sky. Of course, she could fly herself, but it was always nice to do so in style. Tightening her hold on the hammer in her hand, the young woman shook her head once more and jumped to reach the back of the summon. “Ya ready beasty? Let’s go!” Tightening her knees, the young woman guided the dragon through the skies, until she spied the problem getting closer and closer. Sending Bahamut into a nosedive, she waited until they reached the tips of the buildings and was about to jump off, when she suddenly looked up. Oh hell, they’d probably want her to come by. Cursing her luck, she angled Bahamut back up and flew toward the building they would be on.

Finally she reached the spot where they all would get together. Diving off, she instantly felt the power from her hammer take over, allowing her to fly to where she needed to go. Landing on the roof with a solid ‘thunk’, Fang straightened and tossed her wild hair over her shoulder, before proceeding inside to where she needed to go. Bursting through the doors, Fang placed her hammer over her shoulder in a lazy fashion, while the eyes of a huntress looked around at those that had gathered. Well she was the last one here, but that was typical. They could just wait for her and like it. “The hell are ya’ all standin’ ‘round ‘ere for? There’s some bigass robots down there that kinda need yer attention.” Smirking at them, she entered and glanced around. Looked like they were all here and ready. “Can we get the mumbo jumbo outta the way so we can get onto the fun stuff?” Swaggering until she was directly in the midst of the other members, her red cape fluttered to a stop and she peered out, looking at what she'd already seen previously.

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Words:; 775
Muse:; Good!
Tagged:; Those people
Location:; That place
Outfit:; A more feminine/female version of this
Notes:; Bleh xD Sorry for the delay
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