#themultiversemercs

[themultiversemercs]

Random Starter for @jadehowlettthewolf

"So I hear you've met the boss."

The voice came from the door behind Jade as she sat in a room not dissimilar to an interrogation room, a fiery redhead stepping into room with a handgun clearly visible in a holster on her hip, moving to sit down at the opposite side of the table to Jade.

"Firstly, you're not in any trouble, we just don't really have soundproofed rooms for a chat, but I made sure you can see the other side of the mirror." The redhead gestured to said mirror, with a bright light visible from the other side of it, proving her point. "We just want to know what you're capable of, any connections to persons of interest, that kind of thing."

[asgardianhammer]

of brick & bone & maimed beliefs

“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?” “And the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.”

[ ϟ ]—– The prolonged moments, of sheer intent staring at the markings on the wall, they felt stretched out beyond the point of comfort, time passing more languid yet the weight upon his shoulders growing in size.

Golden-auburn head was a fraction tilted, the words studied for the umpteenth time whilst the rage transformed, from budding embers to flickering flame in his core.

The instructions to leave the graffiti as is - fuck off the planet! - die ! - had only fueled the distain in the god's mind, tainting what once was nigh-unbreakable love for humanity with thick, relentless anger.

It was a pity, and colored with sadness and regret, for it was telling of how the worlds had changed, how they had changed, and the once firm bonds between him and them were being more severed with each passing day...

' My lord..'

Whatever disdain the god carried in his mind Valkyrie's tone bore it proudly when speaking of the mortals, her voice heavily laced with it once she receives his attention.

' They are here.'

Outside the Asgardian compound, carrying the optimistic name of "New Asgard" on a sign at the entrance, the black vehicles stood in waiting, the gate opened after thunderer signals with a nod.

' How many? '

' They did not tell, but Thor...'' a pointed, warning shift in her tone. ' They are not like the others, clearly not like the others.'

' We will see.'

Adjusting composure was a necessity, staving off the worst of the rumbling rage within his being, shoulders rolled and approach to the gate a heavy, quickened stride.

There was no ceremony evolved, no grandeur or expressive gestures to be done as with meeting delegations, no proper decorum. Despite title, despite the essence of a King evident in posture and stern expression, Thor plants himself firmly on the road into the compound without royal attire, or an escort of any kind, awaiting what was to come with rising dread.

@themultiversemercs

[angie-long-legs]

starter for @themultiversemercs

It had been a while since Angel had had a day off work, and he planned to squeeze every last drop of relaxation out of these twenty-four hours as he could. Having hit the town in an attempt to drown out the misery of the day, he had collapsed into bed in the early hours of the morning in an intoxicated haze, thinking of nothing but the blissful sleep he would have knowing tomorrow was his own. He could stay in bed all damn day if he wanted to, just him and Fat Nuggets, snoozing peacefully with nowhere else to be.

That was the plan, anyway. Or so it had been, until an unholy cacophony in the form of multiple gunshots, screams, and the various gruesome sounds of a fire-powered brawl had rudely interrupted his well-earned rest. The ten seconds between him waking up and storming over to his window to witness whatever brutal massacre had disturbed his slumber were enough time for the spider to go from zero to one hundred.

A glance outside the window showed the suspected carnage, as well as a single gunman who appeared to be defending the hotel from... well, whoever they were, it would be a long time before they regenerated back to their old selves. Still, who the fuck staged a mass-murder at - he glanced to his bedside clock - ten in the morning?!

"Hey!" Angel yelled at the top of his lungs. "Do ya fuckin' mind?! Some of us are tryin' ta sleep! Can't ya save the slaughterin' til at least afta' lunch?"

[savagecuhnt]

“  i gotta go, sorry.  ”

Sharp brows knit together in a confused expression as she watches the make suddenly leave from the dinner table, “wait, you can’t just leave before the meals arrive.” She’s quick to stand, the sounds of her heels clicking loudly behind her as she follows behind him. “Was is it something I said?” She questions aloud. She had thought things were moving quite smoothly, the information she had acquired for her ‘date’ seemed to have been working. Small talk was simple, as was flirting, when you knew exactly what to say to entice the other. Had she perhaps failed at properly understanding her target? "don't make me chase you in these god damn shoes!" she snaps.

@themultiversemercs

[agent-scotch]

[PRESS] The sender presses their lips firmly against the receiver's, silencing them.

"I'm playing a hunch, don't punch me just yet."

The mechanics eyes widened. Too infuriated by the man's unwarranted contact to hear his rebuttal, Sora instinctively gripped his collar. Pulling him downward with a surprising amount of force, she jerked her head up in a painful collision course with his face, head butting him.

"Bad hunch!" she snapped at him, wiping her mouth of him. Yuki, her beloved dog, at her side sensed the distressed and took a stance with a loud bark. Bearing her sharp fangs, she growled - ready to protect Sora.

@themultiversemercs

[dontcxckitup]

@themultiversemercs hit the 💙

“What do you think you’re doing there?”

[themultiversemercs]

@txngledbxnds Love you! 🫂💛

[themultiversemercs]

Closed Starter - @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

Things had not been so great for Arch and his company in recent months, and they were losing agents left and right. So when the medic of his team suggested they "Do it like the old days", it seemed like it was at least an idea to try in the lack of any better ones.

And so that was how a certain redheaded russian agent ended up winning a competition and getting an all expenses paid trip to an opera in Rome, and while everything seemed fine when she got to her hotel room, what was not fine was an incredible deep blue backless dress perfectly in her size laid on the bed.

[savagecuhnt]

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

It’s only a playful threat, nothing all too serious just yet. She sips from her glass, allowing the smoky bitter taste of her old fashion to linger on her lipstick stained lips. She smiles warmly as she stands from her seat. You would never know just how many blades she has hidden beneath such tight fitting fabric, though just a tease, she has plenty of experience to follow through with such a threat. “Now, now I might look small, and you might think I’m all bark, but I promise darlin’ I’ve got a vicious bite.”

She walks over to the pool table, her red bottom heels clicking against hardwood flooring. “It would be a shame to have to hurt such a handsome face- ” she gently picks up the pool stick, “but I’ll do what I must.”

[themultiversemercs]

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[txngledbxnds]

Send 🍑for your muse to admire my muse's ass!

"It's been ages since I last felt your body against mine, my love. It's been... Oh hours."

"Ok, Mr Dramatic, when you're done staring at my ass, and remember we are at a school," Duchess started, before leaning closer to Arch, so she could whisper to him. "I'll gladly take you up to my room later and hold my ass against you."

[asgardianhammer]

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( @themultiversemercs ( junkie ) continued from here. )

[ ϟ ]—– Something undiscernible washed over the medic's face, affecting the previously formed smile, for the briefest of moments.

The explanation, if it could be called one, only caused further confusion, eyes narrowing a fraction as the Asgardian considered them carefully.

' Interesting... and endless supply of various, and convenient equipment then,' and here lips purse momentarily, implications of what was spoken mulled over at rapid speed.

' And an endless supply of warriors then as well?'

One could not exist without the other after all, and the man had said from another of his bodies, implying many of them.

[themultiversemercs]

@txngledbxnds

a pain slut if i've ever seen one

[jamesbloodybond]

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

Bond smirked and placed a hand on Arch’s shoulder. "Unless either of us can’t go on due to a debilitating injury or condition, nobody can and will stop us."

[themultiversemercs]

"You want me to what now?" Jade asks, looking over the man in front of her.

(...I can't figure out an actual full starter but hopefully this is enough to get a ball rolling?)

"Get those civvies out of the bloody firing line! You've got some spice in your veins, I can feel it! So go, I'll cover you!"

Arch should've known the one time he turned up to an easy security gig for a change of pace would the one time that shit would indeed rocket fanward. He had managed to take out a few of the rapidly approaching terrorists, their leader rambling on the loudspeaker about American indulgence or mutant heresy or whatever. Arch had heard it all before, and was tuning it out to ensure he kept up his accuracy. He turned a corner and threw a wicked haymaker at the assailant threatening Jade, sending him flying.

But something felt different with her, and that's when he barked the order at her, drawing his very unique Walther 2000 sniper and darting forward to take up a position overlooking the lower stands where some civilians had become trapped.

[playedbetter]

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Meme / Accepting!

Life is damned, doomed, and dismal You're fated to be a victim You're gonna lose And no matter who you are, it's out there and it's gonna getcha