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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 20:32:28 GMT -5
i'm very bored, and you know what, i like these four fandoms.
yeah, they may be cringey when put together, but i have no others ideas. so, it's basically what it sounds like. supernatural, doctor who, sherlock, and marvel. you can rp canon or oc, i don't care.
i have a plot in mind, so yeah. you know, lemme know if you have The Interest.
my characters: the eleventh doctor natasha romanoff jim moriarty
beau's characters: jo harvelle bruce banner rei mcbride (marvel oc)
juicy's characters: castiel katana (marvel oc) the tenth doctor
gengar's characters: dean winchester sherlock holmes peter parker
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 20:51:35 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 21:01:32 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 21:12:47 GMT -5
nice!! so, basically, they get dropped in an empty city you know the basic start to a crossover but then they get on a train, and the rest should play out from there.
which is rei from, if you don't mind me asking??
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 21:52:29 GMT -5
alright!! i'll post starters in a moment. i got distracted by the sims. you can post yours if you want.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 22:31:53 GMT -5
Natasha woke up alone, shaky, and confused. She was in some sort of hotel, it seemed, and of course her thoughts immediately leaped to the worst. But, there was clearly no one here. The room was immaculate, as she sat up from where she was splayed on the singular bed. No signs of life but her in this place. What had she been doing before this? Nothing much, actually. She'd been out in Miami doing a bit of what Barton would call "freelance snooping." For what it was worth, it had been for intel on HYDRA, but how could they have known that she was there? They were the only explanation she could muster for being here, but like she'd said, something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it as she swung her feet off the bed, and got up. The Russian narrowed her eyes a little as she got to her feet, expecting some part of her body to pang with the soreness of having been in a fight, or for something in the room to move, but neither occurred. She felt fine. Great, even. Well rested. A quick pat down revealed that she still had her phone, which was dead, her wallet, which was still full of fake IDs and cash, and her gun and knife. Had she checked herself into this hotel? No, there was no way. There would've been something else of hers in here, and like she'd said, it was your plain, basic hotel room, none of her own belongings in sight. With a grimace and a shake of her head, she walked to the window, trying to gauge where she was, and threw back the blinds, peering out. That was when Natasha realized what had been nagging her. The street below was eerily bare, not even a piece of garbage blowing down it. No cars, no people, no animals, nothing. There was no discernible sound apart from her own breathing and shuffling about. For a moment, she felt something in her chest hitch at the eerie sight, but then she shook it off. No, no. There had to be some kind of explanation. And, with that, she clenched her jaw and turned, heading out of the room and drawing her gun. There had to be someone around here somewhere.
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Much like Natasha, The Doctor had no idea how he'd gotten here, wherever here was, exactly. Whatever force had transported them had not been so kind and loving, and had dumped him in an alley, but a clean what at that, so he had no reason to complain. Let's see, he'd been dumped in a sewage tank, a liquified vat of corpses, the Catacombs (the planet, not the thingy in Paris, because the thingies in Paris didn't try to bite you), and many other generally disgusting places. So, yeah, alley, he'd settle for alley, but that didn't mean that he liked not knowing where or why he was. So, he was now walking, boots clicking on the pavement as he sauntered his way down the middle of the street, heel touching toe with each step down the dividing line. It was definitely desolate here. No life that he could see, or that the sonic had picked up so far. He had been glad to find the little screwdriver in his pocket, along with the psychic paper, a six-pack of Oreos, and a bundle of paperclips and string. It wasn't much use though, since it wasn't picking up much of anything at all, other than telling him that this place was in its summer cycle when it came to weather, and he was breathing mostly oxygen. So much for figuring out where he was. He wasn't worried though, yet. When did he not get himself out of these situations?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 11:24:07 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 12:24:38 GMT -5
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 4, 2017 13:53:31 GMT -5
((
I would like to join, if that's ok.
My Characters • Castiel ~ Supernatural • Katana ~ Marvel OC • The Fifth Doctor ~ Doctor Who
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2017 20:01:51 GMT -5
(( I would like to join, if that's ok. My Characters• Castiel ~ Supernatural • Katana ~ Marvel OC• The Fifth Doctor ~ Doctor Whosure pal, i'll add ya
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 10:28:25 GMT -5
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 12:33:30 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Thanks
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 14:08:03 GMT -5
you can rp, if you want. i've posted some starters above.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 14:29:04 GMT -5
im very tempted to jump in… jυιcyғrυιт would you want me to play dean maybe? cx ;p
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 14:34:43 GMT -5
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 14:42:10 GMT -5
mkay then
Dean Winchester Sherlock Holmes Peter Parker
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 14:48:01 GMT -5
alright, i'll add you too. you all can feel free to start whenever.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 17:35:43 GMT -5
Alrightyo.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 18:32:30 GMT -5
Castiel was confused, to say the least. The angel just showed up in an abandoned gas station, no explanation as to why. It must be said, Castiel wasn't worried, just confused, this stuff happened a lot since he had befriended the Winchesters. He sighed, and looked around with his piercing blue eyes, taking in his surroundings. The station had obviously been left untouched for quite some time, there was a layer of dust covering everything. Despite the fact that it was abandoned, nothing had been disturbed, nothing broken, no one had been in here in years. Cas narrowed his eyes, turning slowly to scan the surroundings. An old television sat untouched in the corner of the store, near the cash register. He walked over to the machine, trying to turn it on, but to no avail. The angel ran his fingers through his dark hair. He couldn't sense anyone nearby, in fact, he couldn't sense anything. It was more then confusing, it was a bit disheartening.
The Doctor struggled, caught up in his jacket. He had been deposited ontop of a pile of trash bags. The Time Lord managed to squirm out of his jacket's trap, he sat up, fixing his long blonde hair and glancing around. "So, the T.A.R.D.I.S decides to pitch a fit, Nyssa and Tegan just up and disappear, then I crash into a pile of rubbish, and my jacket tries to kill me. How pleasant." He muttered, standing up and dusting off his clothes, which he soon learned was absolutely useless, and he was only making the mess worse. He sighed, and looked around again with his gray eyes. He'd landed in an alley, but it lead to a large open city park square like area, but it was empty. The Doctor narrowed his eyes, then strolled out of the alley.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 19:13:59 GMT -5
The Doctor was elated when, as he rounded the corner to see an old, abandoned gas station on a street corner, there was someone inside. He didn't think to think of whether they were friendly and if he was equipped to defend himself or not, he just bolted. Of course, defending himself and possible harm in general weren't really things that often caused him too much bother, so he had no qualms against almost running his face through the glass window as he sprinted to it, pressed his hands against it and tapping on them like he was looking into a fish tank. But, he then realized that this was probably not the best approach, so he ducked away, disappearing behind one of the brick pillars before entering the store. "Hello!" he called out, to the dark, trench coat clad stranger, "I come in peace!" He also held up his hands to show him that there was nothing there, though he still began to weave through the aisles in order to get closer.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 19:27:09 GMT -5
Castiel spun around to face the newcomer, his eyes narrowed. He watched the other man closely for a second before replying, "Hello," the angel greeted. This man was not a human, that much was clear from the two heartbeats. Also, the man looked young, but his eyes not so much. However, this wasn't a being using a human as a host, Cas could tell that too. The angel's blue gaze swept over the stranger, taking in his odd outfit, "Who are you?"
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 19:29:38 GMT -5
A memory surfaced: gasping for air, trapped in darkness as he clawed he way out of a-- well, his-- grave. Fortunately, as Dean pushed at the heavy darkness on top of him, he found it was only trash bags. Still, he couldn't help feeling just as confused and suspicious as when he'd come back from Hell. He was in an alley somewhere, inside a dumpster, and there was a strange-looking man talking to himself. He looked like someone fresh out of Willy Wonka or something with his beige jacket and stripey pants.
He pulled the gun tucked in his belt, cocking it but holding it down. "Hey," he shouted to draw attention. "Start talking or I start shooting, you British son of a bitch." He was not especially found of the British at the moment.
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Peter woke up on the ground, his head resting against the cold, hard surface of a toilet. Well, at least he wasn't in the toilet. Or, for that matter, on it. He was laying besides one, though, and it hurt because his neck was stiff. He got up immediately, looking around, bewildered. Where was he? He didn't often wake up in random, small, cramped bathrooms. Why a bathroom? He was wearing his spidey-suit, but not the mask, unfortunately. Cautiously, he opened the bathroom door and peeked outside. Okay. A hotel room. Staring at the two twin beds there, he cursed his luck at instead waking up on the floor of a bathroom.
However, the one good thing his luck did bring was that the closet of the room had some clothes in it, and he didn't think anyone was around to use them. The shirts were a few sizes too big, but they'd have to do. The pants-- well, to say the least, there were no belts so he was forced to wear tight, "boyfriend" jeans. He kept his web gauntlets on, just in case, and stuffed his suit into a laundry bag to carry with him.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 19:37:07 GMT -5
Gengar
The Doctor raised his eyebrows at the sudden explosion of vulgarity behind him. He turned to face the stranger, adjusting his Panama hat on his head. "Uhm, hello!" The Doctor said awkwardly, waving at the muscular blonde man. He didn't even look at the gun, he didn't really care. He'd almost been beheaded before, so guns weren't that intimidating. "I'm not trying to boss you around or anything, but eh, last time I was in this time period," He paused, "2017, I believe," He shook his head and continued, "It was rude to just walk up behind someone, call them vulgar names and threaten to shoot them." The Doctor shrugged, "Buuut, I could be wrong."
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 19:44:08 GMT -5
Dean scoffed. "You must not come to 2017 often then, mister." He had made the mistake of requesting that the Doctor talk but not telling him what to talk about. "Now why am I here? You some kind of angel or something?" That wasn't intended to be a compliment. However, he remembered that Cas could time travel, and this guy talked about time periods as if they were hotspot destinations on a city map.
He was also slightly erked by the non-reaction to his gun. If this guy was an angel, bullets wouldn't do anything, and last time his checked, the only angel blade he and Sammy had was in the trunk of the Impala.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 19:49:11 GMT -5
The Doctor frowned, "Nah, I haven't been in the Twenty-First century in a while. It's kind of a bad idea, especially with Tegan." The time lord scowled, "Sorry, off topic. As to why you are here... I'm afraid to say I have not the slightest clue, in fact I'm asking the same question. And, no, I'm... not... an angel. Far from that, nope, definitely not a heavenly being." He shuddered, "That would only be another reason for the High Council to hate me..." Gengar
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 19:57:00 GMT -5
"I'm The Doctor," he chirped, rounding the shelves and coming to stand face to face with Castiel, his thumbs hooked in his trouser pockets as he surveyed the being before him. From far away, he hadn't been able to tell, but there was sort of a, uh, shimmer, on their back. He couldn't see through it, as hard as he tried, but he thought he saw the occasional feather or two. Or three. Or four. He'd been staring at it, trying to put it all in focus for a solid fifteen seconds, when he realized he was probably being rude. "Sorry, uh, your back," he said, removing a hand from his pocket and tapping his own shoulder before continuing, "who are you then? I hope you weren't the one who put me here." A slow, friendly smile spread across his face as he waited for an answer. He liked meeting interesting beings, even in circumstances such as this.
Natasha had descended a flight of stairs now, after discovering that the elevator didn't work. She wasn't sure if she would've trusted it anyways. Her gun was still clenched tightly in her hands, but lowered to her side. Of the few rooms she'd checked, they'd all been the same. Clean, empty, and devoid of any clues as to where exactly she was. It was all too weird, almost like she was on a set, which had occurred to her. Going down the stairs, she'd half expected to somehow make it into a busy lobby, or a busy street for that matter, but no, not this time. Now, on floor two from the marker she'd seen when she'd stepped into the plain white hall, she thought she heard something. It was so dead quiet, apart from her own soft footfalls, that she could've heard a pin drop. This was no pin though. This was a rustling beyond one of the nearby doors, heavy breathing. She narrowed her eyes, and slid towards it, gun at the ready now as she pressed her body and ear to the hotel room door to listen.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 20:04:04 GMT -5
'Interesting, he can sense I have something where my wings are. I was right, he is certainly not human.' Castiel thought. He put his hands in his trench coat pockets, thinking before responding, "I am Castiel..." He made sure to keep out the 'angel of the Lord' part, he didn't need his identity obvious, not yet. "And, no, I am not the one who has brought us here. I am quite curious to know the cause of this odd circumstance as well." Cas took a deep breath.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 20:06:59 GMT -5
"And rambling like that is another reason for me to hate you, so if you're not an angel, you should start telling me what and who you are."
Speaking of angels, where was Cas? For that matter, where was Sammy? He held up the universal symbol for "hold up a second" as he pulled his phone out, but there wasn't any signal anyway. Calling Sam was out of the question, then. He closed his eyes. Dear Castiel, if you can hear me, I'd like to know you're alive. And please tell me you know where Sam is because I just woke up in a dumpster next to a British guy talking about the "High Council." Hopefully Cas could still hear him pray, and, for that matter, no other angel could.
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Peter tugged at the jeans, noting that they were definitely both uncomfortable and unfashionable. He pulled the door of the hotel room open haphazardly only to find there was a woman leaned against it with fiery red hair. He shouted, startled, and backed away, trying to slam the door shut again.
If she were a danger, shouldn't his spider-senses have acted up? But no, he wasn't really thinking about that when he had thought the place was empty and had opened the door only to realize it wasn't.
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