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I am an Avenger and today I'm going to do some avenging!
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Post by John Walker on Dec 11, 2020 11:58:29 GMT -5
Six's Samples: - Arnim Zola
- Cloak/Tyrone Johnson
- Wolverine/James Howlett
Sabretooth/Victor Creed- Mr. Fantastic/Reed Richards
- Dr. Doom/Victor Von Doom
- Winter Soldier/James "Buchanan" Barnes
- Nick Fury
- Cypher/Douglas Ramsey
More to come?
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I am an Avenger and today I'm going to do some avenging!
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Post by John Walker on Nov 7, 2021 20:42:50 GMT -5
Finish what you start. His daddy taught him that a long time ago back when he, Luther, Saul, and Clara were kids. If you start repairing the fence, you finish repairing the fence before moving on to your next chore. When you start tilling the soil, you finish tilling the soil. When you start milking the cows, you finish milking the cows and so on and so forth. That was the lesson. That was their form of education. You get told something once and that was the only time anyone ever have to tell you how to do something. If you need to be reminded then they made sure you'd never forget. This was a long time ago. Hell, they were still plowing the land with a horse pulled plow and cutting trees down by hand. The combustible engine wasn't even a thought. They couldn't afford to waste time and they sure as hell couldn't afford to make up for some dumb kid's mistakes. Victor was a slow learner, though, and his daddy had to give him a lot of "reinforcement" to make sure the lessons stuck. Once his daddy backhanded him so hard he could feel his teeth loosen when he chose to rest while minding the fence and coyotes got onto their property. He was barely seven when this happened. He'd been hit even harder when he was way younger. He didn't complain and, even if he did, who would care? It was hard living and his father was a hard man. He hated the man and that was before he chained him up in the basement and pulled his canines out of his mouth every day to "rid him of the demons." He could still taste the metal on his tongue from the pliers. He could smell his own blood. It was the downside of heightened senses. He never meant to hurt his brother. It was an accident. He didn't know what was happening, things went dark and then he was covered in blood. No one even knew what a mutant was back then. It didn't matter. He stopped being a son that day and The beatings, the torture, the shaming, and the guilt of being reminded that he killed his older brother day after day after day until something in him snapped. His father saw him as a demon, so that's what he became. Some people called him a monster and he would agree with them - the thing is he never stood a chance. Victor sniffed the air. Gasoline. Cologne. Cheap beer. Yeah. They had been through the area. The snow and wind whipped around him as he trudged through the snow. He was wearing a pair of boots, jeans, and a tank top despite the freezing temperatures. His healing factor was the only warmth he needed and the less clothing he wore, the more mobile he could be and he'd want his whole range of motion. Someone had sent a hunting party after him. Why? Who could guess? He had no shortage of men and women that wanted to kill him. He had been on this planet for a very long time and committed a lot of sins. The easier thing to do was rule out the people that it couldn't be. It wasn't Logan. Logan would come after him alone and he wouldn't be this sloppy. It wasn't the Hand, these men were too unorganized and too blatant in their actions. He would be insulted if this was all a government organization could put together to come after him. No. This was small and this was personal. Victor tilted his head up and caught their scent on the wind. They were still moving. He caught another scent: gun oil. tobacco. after shave. A straggler. Someone was left behind. He snarled. Victor leapt up into the air, grabbing the tree branch above him and pulling himself up off the ground. In the cover of the foliage of the large evergreen he was now crouched in, he opened his ears to the world around him. He could hear the wind. He could hear the sound of small mammals trekking across the snow. He could hear birds flapping their wings. He turned all of that out. He focused only on the things he couldn't identify until he heard what he was looking for. Breathing. Labored breathing. A few hundred yards away? Maybe a little more. He focused on the scent and the sound as he grinned. The extreme cold wasn't going to hurt him but he could still feel it. Warming them in the hot blood of some would be killer sounded nice. Victor stared down at his large hands with their pointed, adamantium tipped claws. "I can hear ya out there! I hear ya breathing! You're lost, ain't ya? Ya should'a known better than ta come into these woods looking for me. Now I'm coming for ya, ya little runt!" He made sure his brash, snarling voice was loud enough to be heard. He could hear it echo off in the distance. He wanted the person out there alone in the snow to know he was coming - he wanted them scared. They had a lot of nerve coming on to his land. If these people were that desperate to die he'd be happy to show them how to do it the right way.
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