Marvel's: The Avengers (Accepting)

[Kat]

Loki Odinson and Carter Eilian
Location: Streets of New York | Tags: Pryden

The soft scuff of shoes in the alleyway behind him caught the attention of Loki's sharp ears and he turned within an instant to grab hold of whoever was hiding within the shadows. A short shout of surprised followed before Loki had the other man pinned to the brick wall of the building to his left, hand around the throat of his 'attacker' and pressing hard enough to strangle. It... it was only one of the SHIELD agents from earlier. The one with a mop of curly blonde hair and freckles across his face. Carter. The agent's pale hand was gripping tightly onto Loki's even paler arm while his other hand tried to shove at Loki's chest. Loki only slackened his grip by a small degree. Enough to allow the agent to breathe and to speak. The younger man immediately sucked air into his lungs and gasped out a quick "Jesus Christ! I was just coming to help!" as he continued to push and shove at Loki to no avail. The god narrowed his eyes slightly. How did the mortal even manage to find... oh. His tracking bracelet. Loki could have screamed. These people were so incredible irksome. "Help?" Loki repeated back to the mortal in near mocking disbelief. "You wish to help me?"

The two were similar in body shape, but Carter wasn't a god. Aesir. Jotun. Whatever the heck Loki was. The blonde gave up on trying to push and pull away from Loki and simply settled on standing there with as much dignity as he could muster with someone's hand still clasped around his neck. "I heard that you were going after Hydra and figured that you might need some backup. I want to help you to get Sleipnir back." Carter offered, sincerely. 'Oh and I've brought my friend talking dog with me.' The blonde thought to himself, but he wasn't about to drop that bomb on Loki yet. The Jotun's hand had finally fallen away from Carter's neck.

"Why would you do that? What in the nine would you have to gain?" Loki asked rather hesitantly. He had been under the impression that SHIELD still did not trust him, and that most within still hated him for his past actions. Therefore, he automatically assumed that Carter had some sort of hidden agenda.

"Not for you." Carter answered rather bluntly. "But Sleipnir is an okay guy. I actually quite like him, and he really doesn't deserve this Hydra crap."

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Oliver Doyle
Locations: HYDRA safe house | Tags: Sleipnir

"I have a plan for that. Plans for all of that, actually." Oliver replied with a small shrug, seemingly quite confident in whatever ideas he'd had. "Plans that I don't really feel the need to share around, and especially not with the likes of you. I just need a few of the finer details confirmed for me before I proceed with anything. That's all." He admitted, crouching down so that he was eye level with Sleipnir. The HYDRA agent was going to go after Jormungandr. There would be no convincing him to do otherwise. It was just a matter of fully preparing for such drastic actions. "Your silence isn't stopping anything from happening... I'd like you to know that." He said after a small pause. "It's just that your cooperation would've made things a lot easier for those who you care about. And for you, of course." Oliver stated in an almost bored tone of voice. "I mean, you are being quite difficult." He hummed as he casually slid a small electric prod from the inside of his pocket. "And I don't like difficult." Without missing a beat, Oliver jammed the two prongs of the prod into Sleipnir's side.

[Crossflare]

Prydwen: Tags: Carter and Loki. Also everyone else over in that general vacinity.

"I help to even though I am a dog, Call me Prydwen. What's a Hydra?" Prydwen said he was somehow a bit more confident since Carter had given him that bath so he was sure that his telepathic abilities weren't a big deal although he was also barking at the same time. Given his large size and the amount if fluff he had on his fur it was hard to tell where his fur began and his body size stopped, although his tail seemed to continue wagging almost as if he could not perceive any sort threat at the moment.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Sleipnir || Jotun || Chaotic Nuetral || Alleigned - SHIELD || Equine - human form|| HYDRA safe house || Oliver

Sleipnir is about to bite out a spiteful comment when the prongs are jabbed into him. The currents of electricity are no were near comfortable of any kind, making him throw his head back and smack it harshly against the wall, biting into his tongue and lip to muffle his scream of pain, refusing to give into Oliver at the moment. When its over, he slouches forward, taking ragged gasps for air before lifting his head a bit, baring his teeth then spitting his saliva and blood mix in oliver's face with a joyous sneer. Loki would probably be highly disapproving but highly approving of his actions right now.


Jormungandr || Asguardian/Jotun || Nuetral || No allience || Reptilian - serpent form|| SHEILD || open

Slipping through pipes was alittle to easy. The shield base should secure their pluming. He's also pretty sure the person babysitting him is going to be upset with having to watch just two cranky pups now. But its what ever now. Jormungandr' tongue flickered out and vibrated several times, six white eyes open and blinking repeatedly as they look around the storm drain they've slithered out of. The grey scaled serpent slowly looked around, letting their heat pits open to make it easier to see before slowly laying down and slithering onwards. It shouldn't be hard to find the three their looking for. Their thermal images are usually cloaked in an iridescent shaping of their seidr after all.

[Crookedleaf]

𝒬𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝓀
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40｜Male｜Human｜Shield Base｜Tagged; open

Beck tapped his fingers on his leg quietly eyeing the room he was in with mild disinterest. You'd think that Shield would at least have something interesting going on..I might be a villain but this...this just so boring, Beck thought letting out a sigh before glancing at the clock once again, like he has for the past hour. After he "died" in London, Beck quickly left only getting caught by shield a week later, and now he sits in this room waiting for the agents to decide his fate. " If you guys are going to kill me, can you at least let me know? I'd like to make my hair and my current attire to look just a bit better," Beck scoffed knowing there was proably at least one person watching him somewhere, " Also I don't do Mondays, and my calendar is quite busy so can we reschedule for later? I'd love for the Spiderboy to come."

[Kat]

((I will totally admit that I haven't seen Far From Home yet. So, I feel like I'd be terrible at interacting with Mysterio, but I'm going to try to watch it asap. Then I can have Fury interact with him if no one else has a character available to throw at you, Crookedleaf. c': ))

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Loki Odinson and Carter Eilian
Location: Streets of New York | Tags: Pryden

Loki turned his attention onto the dog. A talking dog. They definitely didn't have those in Asgard. "You two are going to get yourselves killed." Loki replied rather bluntly. Carter may not have been an average human, but his powers weren't spectacular, and what was a talking dog supposed to do against Hydra? 'What's a hydra?' Loki would have laughed if the situation weren't quite so less dire.

Carter made a face. "We can handle ourselves. Granted, this would be easier with people like Harley helping us out, but you messed that up, didn't you? She's hurt now because of you, so be grateful that you're getting any help at all." The agent snapped, his typically soft personality slipping away for a moment to reveal his frustration. Loki actually seemed a bit taken aback.

"I'm sorry." The god muttered, and now it was Carter's turn to look a bit surprised. He hadn't expected an apology.

Carter sighed. "It's done. It's not fine, but it's done. And me and Prydwen are all the help that you've got. So, any ideas?" He asked, glancing between both Loki and Prydwen.

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Oliver Doyle
Locations: HYDRA safe house | Tags: Sleipnir

Oliver closed his eyes but didn't flinch as the blood and saliva hit his face. His expression faltered, his hand coming up to casually wipe the mess away from his skin. He was clearly disgusted, but otherwise unfazed in a way which suggested that this wasn't the first time that something like this had happened to him. "Rude." He muttered under his breath, before wiping his hand onto Sleipnir's clothing and standing up. He very purposely tread on Sleipnir's ankle as he stepped away from him. Their safe house wasn't well equipped with the means to pull information from someone. It was unfortunate, but there was nothing more that Oliver could do unless he wanted to zap Sleipnir for hours on end, and no. He didn't want to fry him. The proper tools just were't available, though, and Oliver truly didn't want to ruin Sleipnir with more brutish methods. Pain probably wouldn't even loosen Sleipnir's tongue, though. Oliver was beginning to realize that. Endangering a loved one would probably work as a better incentive, but they didn't have anyone who Sleipnir cared about within their custody, and threats weren't working. A thought suddenly occurred to him, though. There was one tool that he did have as his disposal, but it still held it's risks. He hesitated a moment, but eventually left the room for several minutes, having seemingly made up his mind. When he returned he held a small needled syringe in his hand containing a hallucinogen. Oliver didn't have any of Slepnir's loved ones within his grip, but he could potentially trick Sleipnir's brain into believing that they did, and that his lack of cooperation was endangering them.

[NotAnOctopus]

Petra Heiskanen

Runaway - Mutant - Thief - Face

Twenty-Two - Female - Bisexual - Antihero

Until Now: Born and raised in the gypsy lifestyle, Petra's life had always been full of expectations. However, those expectations were simple things: cook, clean, keep the family name honorable, marry, have children. Those things weren't for her, and as a result she was always at odd with her parents. When she wasn't doing flips around the house, pick-pocketing on the streets, or dreaming about being a spy, she was getting into fights, wrestling with her brothers, and bringing her 'sanity' into question. A few nights before she turned 16, her powers developed - telekinesis. As if she hadn't already been enough of a freak to the community, she added being able to move things with her mind to the list. To make matters worse, an arranged marriage she wanted no part of. It was on the night of her 16th birthday that she'd make a run for it.

At first, she used soup kitchens and homeless shelters to get by, but when she got to New York, that all changed. She quickly found that knowledge was power. It was using her stealth and acrobatics at first,to get what she wanted. Pure and simple theft. But eventually, that wasn't enough to get her by. She met up with a member from the Rising Tide, and from there she learned how to hack, and with hacking came a new identity, new access to money that she didn't have before. It left her with the ability to do odd computer jobs to earn an honest income aside her dubious one... she used the Rising Tide as a means to an end. However, she couldn't align with their mission - she was one of those mutant freaks that her mentor went on about and as the days went on, and she got stronger, it became harder to keep secret, harder to control.

So she left, hiding out wherever she could, trying to find some purpose - doing first and foremost what she needed to survive, and later helping others along the way, or trying to at least.

Personality: Petra is fierce, an individualist first and last. She believes that self-preservation outranks others needs, though with that said, she does enjoy helping others, and will do so whenever possible. She's got a moral compass that points towards the poor, stealing mostly from the rich after her computer skills grew to allow her such luxuries. Part of her self-preservation is the fear of others, particularly governments, discovering her powers. As a result, she's done her best to suppress them and only uses them when she feels most safe, or in dire emergencies. Thus far, it has worked, but in an every changing world, her paranoia only grows. She's a rebel without any real cause, having the tumultuous life she has left scars on her that impact her decisions to this day, and for many years to come. As part of her upbringing, Petra learned and currently speaks fluently: English, Russian, Romanian and Finnish as family languages. Her mother spoke Romanian and English while her father spoke Finnish, and English. Her brother and her learned Russian as young children from a neighbor who would often watch them when her parents had other matters to attend to.

[Kat]

@NotAnOctopus
Accepted. Thanks for joining. c:

[NotAnOctopus]

(Thanks! Anyone currently open that I can throw Petra at?)

[Kat]

Role play continued on the thread below!

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