Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

(^^" I will reply to the rp at some point! XD The time frame at which I will reply is undetermined )

(Yes, quite o: I like being kept busy, but I also hate when that ‘busy’ takes me away from the things that I enjoy ): I’m trying to find balance, haha.

Yes!

So I recently got into Bravelands. And I just finished Bravelands #3: Blood and Bone. I don’t know if you still read any Erin Hunter stuff, but I’d recommend it! It was really good, and I think I like it better than Survivors and Seekers (although it’s been a while since I read those, so maybe I don’t remember xD) but point is: it is really good. I’m gonna start The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes next.
Yeah!)

(True that, true that. I'm still learning every day and failing but learning, nonetheless XD

It's relatively new! The story is from the point of view of an elephant, a baboon, and a lion.
I am trying to keep up with Warriors, but I'm very behind. I have most of the new books, but I think I want to reread the older books before I get back into the new ones because it's been so long.
I'm not sure if Wings of Fire is under the name Erin Hunter or if it's just by the same authors. I can't remember XD But I've heard a lot of good things about it, and I'd like to read them at some point.
Ohhhh, sounds fun! Any suggestions? I haven't read classics for a while, but I loved the ones I read when I read them.)

(Adult-ing is indeed a struggle o:

Yes! it is very fun! (:
There's just so many books
Did you end up figuring out who it's written by?

I've actually never heard of that! Do you collect books? (:



edit: should we converse somewhere else so as not to keep bumping up this page? XD)

i hate being an adult *pepehands*

so many books indeed ive gone BONKERS
well, it was written by Tui T. Sutherland! not sure... who that is... .3.

I do! A lot of manga books mostly- I have a couple of the Fruits Baskets collector's edition books! But Scarlett Pimpernel had gold lining, golden pages, stamped pimpernel flower within the end; absolutely gorgeous and its all throughout the series

uh yeah! We can def do PMs!))

(also, i forgot to add Lyudmila's mutation- it was late when i was editing things asdksjadksakd; but she does have hardened skin- which nothing can pierce her inside or out, but if she breaks any bones inside or things like that, it hurts her  alot)

edit: ill add irinei in the morning or whenever i get back online dahkjskadbsakdbhksad im too lazy to type up something rn LOL)

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Lyudmila:

She froze. Her senses tingled. Slowly, she's turning away from Steve after a tiny smile that had stretched over her features. It was a small, cute look on her face as she's blinking up at him. He was so tall.. It was like all senses were fired right on Logan and John. There. Him. The big metal Wolverine and the other one. She had given a small wave to the blonde, as if saying thank you and making quiet footsteps towards the duo as they had recently entered. Her head bent backwards a little bit, and she's blinking at them. 

Small hand struck outwards. The other delicately holding the present within her other hand. With that, she was staring them both down. A dead look in her eyes, and she's staring at them with one side of her mouth pressing into her cheek so she stared at them like this: :T. However, she spoke this time, "Lyudmila Aliyev." The last name was assuredly familiar to anyone who had recently come from the school. Cognac eyes blinked. She's staring at them with a look that seemed to reveal nothing. Quite smart really; she was a lady of few words after all. 

Irinei (Borya):

As if on queue, the twin had arrived. He was a couple inches taller than his twin, however his eyes were mismatched. One was Cognac, the other was a green. His hair was short and well kept with a neat comb over. Slowly, he walked to who he recognized as his sibling. "You know who that is right Lyudmila?" he sounded a bit jovial. It was more open and care-free than that of his now silently standing twin. She was blinking up at him from her oversized sweater, hand still held out to be shaken. 

A very soft voice answered back in Russian. 

Irinei nodded. 

A happy noise. For a brief second, her whole face lit up with excitement and she's blinking up at Logan and John. Irinei gave a tiny laugh, amused that his sister was actually showing emotion. With that, the twin stood beside her as she stared up at them with a newfound excitement. "Irinei Aliyev... student of the gifted school for children.." 

A look was sent his way and he gave a cheesed grin and shrug. "I made some mistakes..."  Lyudmila shook her head at him, frowning slightly before looking back up at the duo. 

Clint:

Clint was there now. "Decoration wars?" he was nosey. Oh boy he was *nosey*. He's making his way over to Steve and grinning up at him. "I'm on your team Cap- there ain't no way we can lose." He beamed out. He was exciited to actually begin doing something for once. Aside from helping at home, Lyudmila had just aligned herself to do a lot of the chores. She did most of everything aside from physical labor. Last time he let her do that, she came down with a fever that lasted a whole week. Natasha and Irinei wouldn't let him live it down. 

"We could always use a suit to blow them away," Tony suggested from somewhere in the room. 

Laughter actually answered him from Clint. "No way- that's cheating you sad sod!" The archer was beaming ear to ear then, the flicker of a transparent hearing aid attached to the back of his ear. His head turned, now peering over the room and up at the blonde. "Hopefully we can win this one, eh? It shouldn't be too bad, its not like the space brigade could out do us." A playful glint sent towards Peter Quill and his crew. 

Hey Minted! ^_^ its nice to see you again! Im just jumping into the whole Christmas decoration wars! Clint, Natasha, Tony, and the russian siblings just arrived! So not much has really happened aside from greetings/introductions)

(^^" yeah, we're still just taking it chill w/ the Christmas party! (: )

(The LMD thing was back in June?!?! What even is time anymore *passes out*)

(Ikr?? That is crazyyyyy~) 

O:< I DO NOW NYEHEHEHEH)))


Take your time cap! ^^

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Tony:

Tony had briefly caught the look of wariness. In fact, a brow arched in small curiosity. What was to make of him? Not much he supposed, but he also was just as warry of Tom. Of course, this was all in good nature. The billionaire was making his way to find the nearest place to start his own decorating when he felt the antlers placed atop of his head. He blinked- his head turning and he's staring after Rocket with a confused look. When he tilted his head, he found it jingling with the motions. The soft noises didn't bother him, but he could see the way Clint flinched from his position. 

"And where are you going Trash Panda?" Tony questioned as he seemingly found himself following after Rocket. He knew that Rocket didn't enjoy being called anything but a raccoon. Maybe it was the usual personality of his to make jabs? Of course, Tony wouldn't stop unless he was explicitly asked to stop. But- who was counting when he would explicitly listen? It took him damn near ages to stop giving Steve special names. In fact, Tony still does on occasion. While his focus was following Rocket, he ignored the presence of Natasha and Wanda as they entered.

Wanda:

Despite everything being so grand and open, it almost seemed like it was getting full with others. The way those who associated with the X-Men off to one side, Peter Quill and his friends on one, and the intermingling of the Avengers across the room. She briefly remembered meeting the X-Men and Quill's team, but that happened to be awhile ago now. A simple head nod in either direction, she found her eyes wandering the room. She was sure that Vision was here somewhere... But she wasn't sure. Clint had originally picked her up with Lyudmila. Something about making sure she wouldn't get lost along the way... Speaking of which, the Sokovian was carefully eyeing Irinei and his twin. 

She remembered meeting the duo long ago when Lyudmila was a new initiate. It was nice to see them together again. It brought a gentle smile to her lips, long hair now pushed over one shoulder as her own warm sweater was curled to her frame. Natasha gently settled her hand on her shoulder, urging Wanda into the room with quiet encouragement. Clint had turned his face from Steve to wave eagerly to the duo before he continued his banter with the others. 

Wanda took a step or two forward, hesitating while Natasha sashayed in.

Natasha:

Natasha was pausing to give Irinei and Lyudmila a warm greeting. Of course, she pinched the male's cheek while she placed a little kiss on Lyudmila's temple. It caused a tiny noise to escape the female before the red-headed Russian was making way to see Clint. "Nice to see you too tin-head," she called out, earning a question of,

"Who are you calling tin-head?" from Tony.

Natasha only laughed, coming to a pause while Clint busied himself with looking to Tom. Her brow arched, watching as the archer found himself narrowing his gaze on the man. There was a competitive glint in his gaze, and it was then that the assassin hushed the archer. "Christmas time is about team-work, and having fun without competition Clint. We're here to spend time together, not show off our talents," she reminded. Clint sent a look up her way, and she returned it with a head incline and arch of her brows. 

"Maybe next time we can have decoration wars. For now, we should just have fun with each other," the woman smiled to Tom. It was a gentle look, somewhat unusual for the very serious woman. Spending time with a young recruit who was quieter than herself must've softened her up. Well, at least in the company of others. Anyone who fought her now would adamantly tell you that she had not changed her skills one bit on the field. 

Rocket:

By the time Rocket heard Stark's reply, he'd already made it back to the stash of boxes and gone searching through one again. The moment he did hear Stark's nickname, though, was different. "Seriously?" He dropped/shoved the wad of sparkly string he'd been holding back inside the box, then whirled around to face the humie. "What is it with you guys and calling me that?" First Quill, now Stark? Were they in cahoots or something? "What the heck even is a trash panda?" Yes, he was used to this by now, but he couldn't stand being called something without at least knowing what it meant. All he'd been told (by Quill) was that it was "way worse" than "raccoon."

Vision:

Throughout this entire holiday gathering, Vision had been busying himself with, well... hanging near the edge of the room and quietly existing. It wasn't that he didn't want to be there—this celebration was meant to include everyone and he didn't want to be rude—he'd just never been a fan of the spotlight. Being programmed by Mr. Stark didn't mean they thought exactly the same, after all. No, he was content with just observing, being, and wisely not getting involved in the "decorating war."

Truthfully, though, Vision was also waiting for someone. Wanda. She was one of the only ones he felt like he could really talk to. He just didn't know for sure that she was coming. When she did show up at the door, though, he hesitated, not making his way over immediately. He did want to, but... he also didn't want to interrupt.

(I'm sorry I haven't replied yet! Lot going on at work. Hopefully I'll get to it next week when things settle down for a second!)

(Sending lots of )

Logan:

Although she'd been captivated by Steve for a brief moment, the girl had decided to come over to Logan and John instead. He found it a bit surprising (and uncomfortable, considering he would have rather just stayed alone), but perhaps she felt more kinship towards himself and John. They were all mutants, after all, and mutants banded together. His eyes followed her hand, and he gave her a quick, sturdy handshake before pulling back. "It's been a while, Lyudmila," he said, flatly. "Are you here just for the holidays, or are you planning on staying?"

The Avengers base had become more of a refuge than anything. He never expected to find himself there, but he'd been there for a while now. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be there for, though; he wasn't in the habit of staying in one place too long. When he settled down -- when he gave himself hope of a normal life -- that's when things started to go wrong and he started to lose the people that he loved. Logan had learned that it was better not to get too attached to anything. It hurt too much.

John:

John's eyes flitted from Lyudmila to the boy who'd come up behind her. He introduced himself as Irinei, and he looked similar to the girl. Siblings, perhaps? Twins? Probably. John concentrated on both of the mutants, curiosity piqued. And then he heard Irinei's comment to the other girl. He'd made a mistake. What kind of mistake? John shouldn't have been listening, but he couldn't help it. His eyes narrowed, and after a moment of just staring in silence, he questioned, "Is that why you are here? You did something? Are you here to hide?"

Cap:

Steve looked at Clint, and he shook his head slightly, sending a sideways glance at Tom. "I'm not going to be picking any sides," he told the archer. The last time they'd picked sides like that, there'd been a civil war that had nearly torn all of the Avengers apart. A decorating war was obviously a lot less harmful, but he wasn't taking his chances. The Avengers could be extreme, especially given their abilities. A decorating war could turn into a lot more than a decorating war. "I'll do a little decorating, but I'm more of the... neutral force here."

Bucky:

Sometimes he didn't know when to keep quiet. This wasn't one of those times. He found that her silence answered more than maybe she'd wanted it too, and he decided it best not to instigate. Instead, he offered a brief nod and followed her over to the decorations. He grabbed a box that jingled and jangled, and his face twisted into concentration. He wasn't a decorator, not really. But he was pretty good at putting them out. It was likely his 'decorating' looked more like a mess than anything, but that's what made it fun, in his opinion. Back in the day, he remembered putting up decorations around the house while his sister followed him, straightening up his mess. He let out a nostalgic sigh, and his eyes drifted down towards the tinsel in Eveline's hand. "Stairs," he said at once. "Let's go find some stairs."

Peter:

Team Space Brigade? Well, he supposed it wasn't a terrible name. There'd been worse. He rolled his eyes, and sideways glared at Rocket. They were already a dysfunctional team, and while the raccoon annoyed him to no end, sometimes, he was silently glad that they were on the same team. He knew Rocket, and he knew himself, and he knew that one of the reasons that they hated each other was because they both wanted to be the best. They both wanted to be the leader. They both-- okay, well, their personalities clashed. A lot. But, in this case, it was good. Peter knew that the both of them wanted to win, and they'd probably both do anything it took to win. This wasn't just fun and games, anymore. This truly was a decorating war.

Unless--- unless Rocket got into an argument. For just a moment, Peter's eyes had fallen down to his decorations, and then he noticed that Rocket had disappeared. He grabbed two boxes of his decorations and juggled them, eyes in slits, as he followed the sound of Rocket's raised voice. He spotted Tony with the raccoon, and he caught the last of their conversation. He thought of walking away and letting the two of them duel it out, but then he suddenly got an idea. Smirking to himself and peering around his stacked boxes, he said, "Trash Panda, grab the Robot. You're now part of the Space Brigades, Robot. And we're going outside."

It was time to find the tallest tree. The three of them with their gadgets could fly, and their was no beating them once they got to decorating the trees around the base.