#mcu oc rp

[ohshrimps]

Kinda need to be the cat rn

[cursed-with-knowledge]

Open Starter

Deyanira was at the library, in one of the quiet corners where she thought she was least likely to be disturbed.

However I like most times when she was in the library, she wasn't surrounded by physics books, or a cluster of paper with designs on them.

She grabbed another book. It was heavier than she expected. Maybe it was just the title "Understanding Anxiety" sitting on the cover like it knew something she didn’t.

She flipped through the pages. I like most times when she was here the quiet around her wasn't comforting. It felt like it might crack under the weight of her thoughts.

Her thoughts that she couldn't even figure out anymore. Her brain had always been what helped her survive and now it felt as if it was betraying her.

She was too in her head to notice that someone had entered the area, she only realized when she heard the chair across from her creak.

She lifted her head to see who it was, closing the book and putting it aside, faced down, slowly like she was trying to hide it. Fruitless really, she was surrounded by more books than she had fingers. All of them were about the same thing. Anxiety.

"Hey"

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@under0-0s @giovannistark @official-james-b @rouge-wolfspider @nathan-shrieks

[just-a-civil-trust]

I feek sick :(((

[hydra-failure]

OPEN RP

[Warning: Gore? Idk maybe?]

[Yay! Murder!]

Dominik knew this is going to happen, he knew that it leads to this moment. No matter how much he tried to deny it. He was made for one thing.

Now he was standing Infront of the man who created him, Infront of the person who caused this all. Dominik's hands were bloody holding a gun, he was surrounded by bodies of people who used to hurt him in his past.

Standing inside something what used to be one of hydra's bases, his gun pointed at the man. No matter how much the man begged and cried, Dominik didn't listen, he pulled the trigger, with a bang the man lied dead on the bloody ground with a hole in his skull.

"This was always supposed to happen" Dominik reminded himself.

Moments later he walked to your place, knocking on the door.

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[one-more-widow]

OPEN RP

In the last couple of months, Mishka had been fired from multiple average jobs, most times due to 'workplace disruption'. She calls bullshit. She just speaks the truth when Karens, as she learnt Americans called this kind of people, make her job more difficult. But apparently she's too blunt and can't treat costumers like that. No matter how awful they are.

Mishka has lately been reconsidering getting back into the assassination business. She's good at it, and nobody could complain nor fire her for how she talks.

It's also the only thing she seems good at.

Handling weapons, gathering information, killing.

She looks down at the Okroshka she's preparing, currently just chopped vegetables. Her cooking isn't remarkable. Just decent, edible.

She's been meaning to pick up hobbies or anything to keep herself entertained, and cooking, in a way, does the job. She takes her time, doesn't rush any step, while simultaneously, she looks back to when she enjoyed these dishes as a child with her sister.

Svetlana.

мой маленький соболь.

Her hands were shaking, the knife she was using to chop the vegetables slipping from her hand, making a clinking noise when it reached the floor, at the memory of the little girl she couldn't protect. Tears threatened to spill.

Who was she kidding? She had never gotten over her death, she should've fought harder when they were taken away.

Her little соболь didn't deserve to be taken away when she was only 4.

Maybe cooking wasn’t the ideal thing to use as a distraction.

"Это должен был быть я." Mishka muttered to herself, holding back tears as she grasped the counter.

Mishka was so deep in her self-hatred that she didn't notice someone coming into her kitchen.

[the-angel-of-snow-and-ice]

Why hello~

You were in my establishment the other day, talking to my brother. Sirius.

I've heard that you were quite... New~♤

@roan-rossignol

Oh you must be Roan

And yes I am new, I assume your brother mentioned?

[giovannistark]

Deyanira saw him and had to stare for a moment before recognizing who he was.

"Hey Rich boy!" She called, walking over with a few boxes she had packed up.

She had been emptying out her old "lab" which was an old warehouse which was also where she had been living for the last few years until a few weeks ago.

"Help me with this" she said handing him a box, it was surprisingly heavy since she had carried it with ease.

It was filled with metal devices hence the weight, "be careful. Don't shake it too much I didn't have time to disconnect everything and I'd hate to blow up your pretty face" she said walking back to pick up another box.

- @cursed-with-knowledge

Giovanni turned around when he heard the call "Who– Nira!" His face lit up when he recognised who it was.

He was about to ask what the boxes were about when he was handled one and almost toppled over with how heavy it was "Che cazzo?!" He yelped.

"So you basically handled me a ticking bomb... great." He nervously chuckled "What are you even doing with all this?"

[caspian-vares]

...mmm.

I really wish I wasn't a telepathic telekinetic. This shit sucks.

I think... I need a break. No more powers for a while.

I hate this....

[red-sky-magpie]

Jack walks into the Red Moon to see a familiar face sitting at the bar talking to Reid. Oh no... he knows the woman, but he pretends to just slip in and makes his way to the other side of the bar before helping himself to a glass of whiskey.

He watches the two talk and he knows he's going to have to spill the beans on that too.

@y0u-d0nt-n0-jack

Reid had been having a rather lovely conversation with a women when he saw Jack slip in out of the corner of his eye to fetch himself a glass of wisky. Not something he let any other customer do, but he always gave his close friends benefits.

Eventually he smoothly slides on over, looking a lot healthier than he did in days past with that easy grin on his face. "I'd ask what I could get you, but you seem to have helped yourself," Reid laughed, leaning his elbows on the counter. "You two know each other?" He had to ask, nodding towards the woman.

[stareyeofficial]

open Rp!

Location: Random rooftop Objective: Patrol Time. Time: 2:35 am

Okay, so for random reason you've decided to help Wylan on patrol, who knows why, maybe you were bored, anyhow it doesn't matter since you're here. But this probably some kind of his traps.

Currently you're sitting with him on top of some rooftop, not much crime happening, well for Brooklyn, and Wylan didn't shut up since you've came here. "So the Minotaur aka Asterion is the son of Pasiphaë and the Cretan bull." Honestly this is the fifth myth he's explaining to you.

Suddenly you can hear gunshots from few blocks away. "Oh, c'mon! Again" Wylan said grabbing his energy disc.

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[ohshrimps]

Woah a lot have happened, it seems...

Who wants to calm down on roof perhaps. Watch sky or something.

[kierra-terra]

OPEN RP

Kierra was walking back to Wade's from her shift at the bar, excited to go home and read one of the new books she'd bought. She hummed a song; maybe it was from a movie—she didn't remember, but it had a nice tune at the bridge. She kicked a pebble along the way, matching her steps to the beat of the song.

She was in quite a good mood until a car with a bad exhaust zoomed past her, spewing smoke in it's wake. She grimaced, trying to wave it away best she could, but still coughed, leaning against a streetlight for a moment. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she coughed, but when she brought it away, she spotted red flecks against the skin of her palm.

Confused, she blinked, but the blood still remained. Why would she cough up blood? She was perfectly fine. She hadn't had a cold in like... she doesn't even remember. She shrugged a little hesitantly to herself and wiped it away on her trousers. They had to be washed anyway.

She reaches home, freshens up, and changes into pajamas. She dumps her bag onto the floor and herself onto the bed. She reaches for the bookcase above her bed when suddenly, her phone rings. Someone's calling her: an unknown number. A little wary, she picks up. "Hello?"

//first open rp guys don't judge me pls and ty

[blood-stained-ta1ons]

I think laying on the floor for thirty minutes to an hour would fix me.

Maybe.

Probably not.

[just-a-civil-trust]

Y'all think if I draw smth I'll stop being sleepy?

[hydra-failure]

I'm evil, Scary, mean, Evil guy!..and I need a hug.

[quillwinn]

“Hello, um… my name is Hilda… your father thought I should talk to you.”

A tall, pale skinned elf appears, dressed in a way that denotes hir as being Asgardian, silver makeup swirling over hir face with Snow White hair, and zie smile shyly… physically they seem about Quinn’s age, androgynous on a level that’s nearly beyond possibility… and honestly based on the fact that zie seem to be a god, that’s not exactly surprising?

@hilda-of-asgard

Quinn gazes up at hir with awe, taking in the sight of the elf's pretty features and makeup. They fidget nervously, tilting their head.

"Steve? Why does he want you to talk to me?" They ask Hilda, a little wary. Which is fair considering how many times they've been kidnapped in their life-