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           ❝ Isn’t that the kind of stuff they watched in like, the Stone Age? ❞ He wants to ask what ‘hentai’ is, but a large part of him guesses he’s better off not knowing.

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                 『★』→  When Sam touched down in front of the hot dog stand to grab a bite to eat, he hadn’t expected to be watched. His awareness of it started as a small tickle on the back of his neck, a tingly sensation spreading across his shoulder blades. Slowly, however, it intensified to the point where Sam unconsciously found himself drawing his shoulders up to his ears as if to protect himself, a bead of sweat slipping down his temple. A large part of him wanted to turn around, to see who was staring at him... but an even larger part of him thought that to be ill-advised. What if he made eye contact? What if the person attacked? The absolute last thing he wanted to do was make the situation worse.

           And yet... the curiosity tickling Sam was just enough to drive him crazy. Just enough that he felt compelled to... very slowly... turn his head... and promptly make eye contact with the man who was boring holes into his back. Helmeted head was immediately jerked back, and a hand rose to rest on Sam’s chest as he took a deep breath. Why an exceedingly scary-looking Asian man was trying to set him on fire with his gaze was a complete and utter mystery to him, but Sam also knew... he should probably find out why. And so, slowly and carefully, the hero turned, making his way towards the shorter man one step at a time until he came to a stop several feet away.

           ❝ D-Do you want to fight or something!❞ His voice was pitched higher than usual (though he would never admit it later) and that was definitely not the sentence he had meant to say (though he would never admit that later, either). Internally, Sam winced, but he managed to stand his ground.

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⊰☠⊱ — He’s staring– and staring hard. Nicolas was able to tell that the goon in the suit and helmet was a kid– a kid who was a few centimeters taller than him. It was always a constant reminder when he encountered kids his size– that a middle-aged guy like him was short for his age. It was even worse when he encountered woman taller than him– for the simple fact that most of the time when women were taller than him, they had a habit of bossing him around or handing his ass to him. 

As he kept thinking and thinking of that, the more his scowl became more prominent– up to the point where it seemed like he was annoyed with this unknown kid. Not that it was his attention– he was told he either looked mean or looked like he had no emotions. Which usually got him into some trouble or situations. Nothing too impossible to get out of. It was still a little annoying though.

Now that he thought about it– why was this kid wearing this whole get-up? Reminded him of that one goon– Evel Knievel– a more flashier Evel Knievel. Now he was tilting his head with a raised eyebrow, still with the same scowl on his face– only that he was aware of that as he seemingly glared at the kid.

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           He never saw the crack in the sidewalk. Not until he tripped over it, sending the case of white candy flying from his hand. They scattered across the ground before him, and Sam’s expression turned sorrowful.

           ❝ Ahhhh... my tic tacs... ❞

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                 『★』→  When the flash of black and red crossed his vision, Sam almost slammed into the side of a building. The fleeting vision only lasted for a tenth of a second at the speed he was traveling, but the helmet slowed down his brain enough to barely make it out. No way. The distraction was so sudden that the Nova didn’t even notice the oncoming brick surface until it was almost too late, his head turning to find it only feet from his face. Oh-- Sam jerked back, arms thrust out in front of him, feet splayed forward. The Nova Force around him flashed bright as he practically screeched to a stop, eyes wide as he found his nose only a few centimeters from the wall’s surface. Oh, that could have been bad. And yet still, Sam thought almost nothing of it as he whirled around, streaking back the way he’d come until his eyes fell on the familiar sight of his teammate.

           ❝ Miles! ❞ The name slipped out with the ease of surprise, and Sam resisted the urge to slap his hand over his mouth like a twelve-year-old. ❝ I-I mean, Spider-man! Dude, is that really you? ❞

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and now for the promised rp ad! so, you know the drill, like this for a starter! the cap is 3, but marvel/dc characters are exempt!

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okay!! first off is an apology for my inactivity, school started back again and boy has it been kicking my ass. but! the hectic start-of-year stuff has finally been worked out, so i can now give my attention back to roleplaying!! as a heads up, though, i will be dropping all previous threads, however if you still wish to continue a thread we have, just contact me and i’ll definitely get to it! on another note, i’ll be throwing up a new rp ad in a little bit to get things rolling again, so please stay tuned!

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                 『★』→  For the last several days, Sam’s life had been nothing but streaking across the skies of Hive City, doing his best to avoid being shot down by the monsters while also trying to give them as much damage in return as possible... not that he was entirely successful, but it was the effort that counted, right? In the times where he wasn’t fighting the giant creatures, he was cruising low, weaving between buildings and keeping his eyes open for any who might be in need. He couldn’t count the number of drones he’d smashed through, the number of people he’d scooped up and placed in safer positions. To be quite honest, he was pretty sure the constant use of his suit was the only reason he hadn’t passed out yet.

           He had just touched down on the roof of a building, more of a collapse than a landing, hoping to grab at least an hour or two of sleep before getting back to work. He could feel the exhaustion dragging at his limbs, and knew if he didn’t stop soon he’d be too tired to do anything. But of course that fact didn’t change a thing when Sam heard the tell-tale mechanical noises of a large gathering of drones nearby. And a large gathering of drones could really mean only one thing. A sigh left the hero’s lips as he stood back up, Nova Force flickering to life as he flew down from the building, immediately catching sight of the pack of drones and the man they were pursuing.

           It took only moment for Sam to blaze a path towards the white-coated man, slipping his arms under the other’s own and effortlessly lifting him into the air, away from the drones. He was careful to stay low enough not to clear the building tops, however. No need to attract a monster’s attention.

           ❝ Heard you needed a lift? ❞ A distasteful joke, perhaps, but it was all he had in him at the moment.

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Destruction was everywhere, and it didn’t seem like there was any escape.

It was all Clear could do to just keep running, trying to find some kind of shelter to get away from the drones that were swarming the streets.  His auto-repair was struggling to keep up with the injuries that were piling up as he forced his way through a wall of them; already his left leg was damaged again and almost forcing him to limp.

It was like a nightmare.  Every time he seemed to find a building that could serve as a small shelter for a moment, the drones easily broke through with sheer numbers.

At this point, Clear had lost count of how many times he’d jumped out of second-story windows and off of rooftops, just fleeing.

Admittedly, he would have preferred dealing with the brainwashed lackeys from Morphine or the security guards at Oval Tower than the sea of drones–they were persistent, yes, but their numbers were still finite.  These things were pouring out of the woodwork!

An awkward landing almost bent his damaged ankle and misaligned the joint, promptly sending Clear to one knee.  He struggled back to his feet, noting with some horror that his left foot was starting to all but dangle, the support broken.

All this running was taking its toll on Clear–even an advanced, highly durable robot couldn’t maintain a defensive for several days in a row.

Seemed he could no longer run–so he would have to fight, standing his ground as best he could and eyeing the crowd.

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                 『★』→  Despite being powdered in red brick dust and sitting in a pile of rubble, Sam couldn’t seem to keep his smile down. Realistically, he knew that meeting another one of his teammates was bound to happen eventually, and he and Thor weren’t even the closest, but it filled him with a sense of familiarity that lent him at least some comfort. He was just finding his footing, however, when their assailant flew into action, grabbing hold of the large axe that Sam could only assume was Thor’s own before flinging it at them, its deadly blade gleaming.

           The world became muffled as the Asgardian threw herself on top of him, shielding him with her own body. It made Sam feel a little embarrassed, honestly, and he couldn’t stop the pink that tinged the top of his ears. Good thing his helmet covered it.

           ❝ I’m fine, are you okay? ❞ Stupid question. Thor was always okay. She was Thor. ❝ Umm... ❞ Sam paused at her question, shoulders lifting slightly as if he could hide from the question. He didn’t want to disappoint her, and he felt like his answer would do just that. ❝ I can fly, but that’s about it... Only for about ten minutes, though. ❞

A second voice had Thor looking up quickly, a strangled yell. She didn’t even pick herself up from the ground before watching one of the younger Avengers fly right through her attacker. 

“Nova?!” She probably shouldn’t have been surprise, especially with all the other Avengers lurking in the city, but he was the first Avenger from her team that she’d seen. Not counting Tony Stark, who she still hadn’t sought out.

There was little time to rejoice. Their attacker turned, yanking Thor’s own battle axe from the wall before chucking it at the two of them swiftly. Thor put herself over the boy as she dove down a second time to dodge the axe, the only damage it made was a rip in her cape.

“Are you hurt?” She checked him first, pushing off and up to see the NPC stomping toward them. “…quick, what did our captors let thee retain?”

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                 『★』→  The last thing Sam expected to see when traveling speeds made for traversing across galaxies in seconds was another person. And definitely not another person traveling as fast as he was. The shock of it was enough to make his attention falter, a small mistake that almost slammed him into a building with crushing force. A quick, minute correction was all it took to right himself, but the close call still left Sam breathless. His legs were folded at the knee as he came to a screeching stop, helmeted head turning to look at the one who had kept speed with him... just in time to see that the guy appeared to be in trouble. 

           Sam moved almost before he knew what was happening, all Nova in a split second. Arms were held close to his body as he charged, head held down as he zipped through the rank of drones currently headed for the red-clad man. He smashed through them almost carelessly, the force field around his suit keeping him safe and sound as he rammed holes right through the drones, rendering them inoperable. It took only a minute or two until they were clear, and then Sam set his feet on the ground gently before the speedster.

           ❝ Are you a superhero? Because, no offense, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you. And I’m an Avenger. I’ve heard of a lot of superheroes. ❞ More or less.

    Barry ran. He just kept running. But he wasn’t running away from anything. He was running to save the lives of those that couldn’t fight the chaos surrounding the city. 

    He could never hope to defeat any of the gigantic monsters that lay waste to the city. His speed meant nothing against something like that. He was an ant compared to it, and he was fully aware of such a harsh fact. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything else. So he used his speed to power through the rubble, saving the whoever he can before they can be harmed. A flash or red and yellow, Barry then carried at least a dozen or so people to relative safety before a building collapsed on top of them. 

“Okay, is anyone hurt? Get away from here as far as you can! You’re not safe here!” They should react quicker too, as the drones have spotted Barry. “Oh man, not good…”

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your event thread is the cutest please do more team ups in the future *o*

AHHH THANK YOU!!! i’m actually really good friends with marinette and minako’s muns and we’ve planned a lot of stuff with these three so it make me really happy to know that other people like them too!! they’re the cutest and i love them tbh

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31 and 39!!

42 character development questions!

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?

       The thing that means the most to Sam, and that will always mean the most to him, is his family. That is his ultimate dealbreaker, and the one thing he will never, ever budge on. Because despite his life as a superhero, his small family will always come first. He would sacrifice everything for them if he had to, give his life to protect theirs, and if anything was every asked of him that would endanger them, he would say no. He worries constantly about the stress he puts on his mother from his superhero life, and worries constantly about how his little sister is dealing with their father’s absence. He does everything in his power to keep them safe, and will always make sure they’re his first priority. Because his family’s safety and happiness is really what his happiness stemmed from, and what allows him to go through his day normally. If one of the people he cares about is in danger, it ruins him, and can turn him into a downright mess if it goes on too long. As for ruining his day, that one’s an easy one. It even has a name. Moffet.

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

       For Sam, there’s really only one question that permanently keeps residence in his head, that’s constantly on his mind: the location of his father. Many a days, it’s the driving force behind everything he does. His father’s disappearance was the reason he put on the Nova helmet, after all, and became a superhero. Right now, Sam doesn’t know if his father is dead or alive, safe or locked up and tortured, or even what part of the galaxy he’s in. He wants to bring his father home for himself, his mother, his little sister. His whole family is suffering, both emotionally and financially, from his father’s absence, and so for Sam, this is no other question besides the one he’s been asking since day one: Where’s my dad?

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42 character development questions!

36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this?

       In Sam’s case, he’s not one to put his intellect above all other factors when choosing how to handle a situation. Not to say he isn’t smart, because he is, but many times he is led more by his emotions or instincts than by his brain. This can sometimes pose problems for him, leading him to rush headlong into a situation before completing considering if that’s the best option, or even other options in general. This particular habit has gotten him into trouble quite often, once even accidentally making him responsible for letting a slaving ship get away. He tends to act before he has all the facts, and only considering the consequences after everything’s done and happened. His intuition is also something that can sometimes lead him astray; he can try to be confident in what he feels, and in some occasions it can lead him down the wrong path. As for his faith, it’s unknown just what Sam actually believes in, but it seems to have little to no impact on his actions. Spirituality, however, does. Not in a religious sense, but more in the sense of how he views the world, and how the vastness of space can sometimes affect him. It can leave him awe-struck, and often questioning concepts that are almost too big to wrap his head around.

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5, 15, 25

42 character development questions!

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

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15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

       Sam is the kind of person who would rather shove all his stress and pressures down into the deepest parts of himself rather than share it with someone else, burdening them in the process. He’s prone to self-doubt and uncertainties, and it can leave his innermost thoughts a turmoil of worries and regrets. He can easily get lost in his own head, swirling through his fears of what might happen to him or his family, how his superhero life affects his personal life, how to cope with the stress he’s putting on his mother. It can all make for a pretty dark internal view, and it can definitely spill into Sam’s outer life as well. He can get snappish and frustrated easily, verbally wishing for better circumstances or rushing into things hastily if he thinks it can fix one of his problems. He finds it hard to balance his inner and outer life, and it’s undoubtable that he’s not the happiest person out there.

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

       The thing Sam craves most out of any relationships, whether they be platonic, familial, or romantic, is acceptance. It can be hard for him to accept who he is himself, so to have a healthy relationship with someone, they need to help him with that. He needs constant and gentle support, because although he is strong of heart and will, his emotional state can often be very fragile, strained almost to the breaking point. What Sam needs most of the people around him is to see the good in him, even if he can’t.

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5 & 7

42 character development questions!

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

       With Sam, clothing is more about comfort than style. He’s known for wearing whatever’s clean and whatever fits, but he’s partial to cotton tees and jeans. As a skateboarder, though, he often falls and skids across concrete sidewalks, so almost every single pair of pants he owns have holes in the knees. He likes muted colors, though he doesn’t consciously pick them out, often wearing shirts colored with dark oranges and light blues without even realizing it. He doesn’t often wear any accessories, though, since they can distract him easily.

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

       Sam’s approach to other people can greatly shift depending on who he’s with. Friends elicit an easy-going, banter-ridden feeling, while strangers can make him feel wary or uncomfortable. When it comes to objects he doesn’t know much about, he likes to physically touch them a lot, see how they feel in his hands and how they might work out of hyper curiosity. If there’s a button to push, you can bet he’s going to push it unless told otherwise. And as for his environment, Sam can either be nurtured or suffocated by it. His response to his surroundings relies heavily on how he feels about his current location; at home, he feels comfortable, but on an alien planet thousands of light-years from Earth, he can unexpectedly become hostile or nervous.

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