by gotta.blast » Tue Jun 23, 2015 12:16 am
((Accepted!!!
Okay, I think this is everybody I needed to respond with..?))
Pietro Maximoff??
Quicksilver Staff Sergeant
"I can second that," Pietro said in response to 'not exactly enjoying being the other'. Noticing that Bill was quiet, looking down at him, Pietro shrugged. "Well don't be expecting me to do anything about it! I don't, actually, can't do magic; that is Wanda! I run fast for a reason." The speedster turned Staff Sergeant took a pause, before going over what he said in his head. That made him speak again. "And her magic is limited to giving people nightmares, letting her in their minds, using it to control and stop things such as trains," he remembered the time he and Wanda had to stop the train back in South Korea after Ultron's fight with Captain America derailed it. Running around getting people out of the way was tiring, but hey, it got him a ticket to turn his life around for the better by becoming an Avenger. Thankfully it had been Cap that was there, because it even took Clint a while to accept the fact they had become teammates before he considered himself like their cousin. "And even fly if she wants to. But never has it come up in any test that she can switch minds or bodies of people." Luckily she seemed lost inside of Peter's mind, so either she wasn't listening or was just ignoring Bill and Pietro (or was it Pietro and Bill?) fairly well. As he spoke, he kept the habit of skipping some words here and there that he usually did because of his voice. But now that it was American, he could probably use it to his advantage. Advantage. Smirking up at Bill, Pietro found this as the perfect opportunity to make fun of the soldier's accent. "Well cowboy, don't be expecting lil' old me to be tangling with the bad guy behind this mess so why don't you do it eh?" He crossed his arms, trying to do his best in 'sounding like a cowboy.' "Just don't get used to running, that's all I can say, because this will be over soon." At least he hoped it would be.
Loki Laufeyson??
God of Mischief Thunder
Loki had to suppress even the smallest smirk when Gabriel started listing all the bad things that had happened once he had become this female pirate. The way he said it sounded quite comical, whining in the higher pitched tone than usual. Then again, Laufeyson felt a bit lost without his staff or trickery magic, which whoever had his body would receive. How he hoped it was Thor, so maybe his brother would get a taste of what it felt like..."Oh, well, I guess it could have been worse for me. You...I don't know if you could get any lower than that," he said, watching as Gabriel struggles to lift him off. Now, of course, Loki wasn't used to wearing the red and silver Asgardian attire that his brother wore. It felt so much different than his get ups. Thor never wore his helmet, so without one Loki's head felt much lighter than usual. His hair however was a different story. Blonde and long- ugh. Nothing compared to his own. Now, about those muscles. It had always been that Loki was the brains of the operations, with Thor being the brute strength. Considering Frost Giants were big and brutal, it confused Loki as to just why he hadn't gotten those genes. At least his mother taught him magic. "Aww, poor little Gabriel isn't strong enough to lift a god off." He made fun as he sat up, although still shocked when his voice came out as his brother's rather than his own. "You do not realize all the possibilities involved with this. We could take down people's entire reputations like this! Although, I would like to personally murder whoever thought of this idea in the first place." Little did he know it was a flying dorito one eyed triangle from a little place called Gravity Falls that he was looking for.
Clint Barton??
Hawkeye Fourth King of the Fourth King
"I like trees," Clint said with a nod. Tony nodded.
"Yeah, more like he likes high places to make nests is. He's not called Hawkeye for nothing. Nor Hide and Seek Champion of Stark Tower. Pretty good I'll admit. One time we couldn't find him for a week and believe it or not it was because he was in a nest in the middle of the big 'A' on our tower when it used to be Stark Tower." He gave a laugh, slapping Sheen lightly on the back as a friendly gesture, remembering how it was him who had been flying around doing security checks with JARVIS when suddenly it looked like there was a very large and purple pigeon resting inside of the A. Ah, those were the days. Before more infinity stones were involved, before he faced AIM with nightmares, before Thor lost his mother and brother, before S.H.I.E.L.D. turned out to be HYDRA, before there were New Avengers, and before Steve was depressed about and searching for the Winter Soldier. Sure, they still had good times that made them laugh just as hard, but those were the easier days so to speak.
Clint, on the other hand, gave the Vision, no, wait, Tony, a death glare. "We promised never to speak of that to anybody outside of the Avengers."
"What, he's your best friend now or something, he should know."
It was still so strange that the 'Vision' was talking so casually and giving Clint a smirk that said 'I win'. At the same time, 'Ahkmenrah' was giving Stark a death glare that usually was a combination of Barton's angry face and resting face. Sometimes it was prettier than other times. He watched with crossed arms as the pharaoh let the arrow fly...hitting his target. Wait, what?! Barton's eyes were widened so much as he was in so much shock. To somebody who didn't get the context of the situation of switched bodies, it would have looked normal with Hawkeye being the one to hit the targets. But since it was Ahk in his body, Clint was nervous for what his outcome would be. "Alright, if you're going to shoot with my bow, don't say rootin'-tootin' eagle-eyed expert of a marksman. Just say, archer assassin; agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Also, it's Hawkeye for a reason, not Eagleeye." He reached out, grabbing the bow and notching an arrow. At least he still knew how to do that. Aiming in the same area, he pulled the string. The arrow went flying...
For about three feet. It smacked the ground without hitting any sort of target. Heck, it hadn't even been close to the tree that had been aimed for. It took Hawkeye a minute to realize this, before he threw his bow to the ground and went and sat by the jungle's edge. Back turned towards the group.
Tony meanwhile figured how to control his weight so he could fly and land. He had yet to figure out how to phase through things. Landing in between Sheen and Ahkmenrah, he shook his head. "I...honestly don't know what that was about. Natasha's the Hawk whisperer, not me."
Peter Quill?? and Blue
"So am I a Guardian of the Apocalypse of Horseman of the Galaxy?"
"Yo where my squad be at?"
Peter tried lifting an arm, but found that the raptor had surprisingly good strength. Strong enough to keep him down, with only his head being able to move. "I would appreciate you not going around and embarrassing me because I have more of a reputation," Star-Lord started explaining, "You did just say people don't really know who you are until they die, so they could just think you are some old man. Me, however, I'm a Guardian of the Galaxy. Besides, Rocket is here and he lets me live absolutely nothing down so I suggest you don't do anything in front of him that isn't like me unless you wish upon me eternal humiliation." The Guardian looked up at the raptor when he finished responding to Death, only to be met with a muzzle of teeth, bad breath, and low growls. What interested him was the blue streak running down the raptor's side. None of the others seem to have blue ones, instead either having greenish colored ones or none at all.
"Oh, I'm not ruining your body. It's not my fault this man's body guards are prehistoric and hella rude."
"If anything you are 'hella rude'," Blue reciprocated, leaving Peter Quill at a loss of words. "This one's still having a conversation as I pin him. I think it's more efficient." She bobbed her head to the human she had, but looked to Delta's Owen lookalike. He was explaining so much more- and all Delta told him was to talk. Nice to know they had some kind of power around here even with 'magic' floating around. With all that Death kept speaking about, it sounded like he had a magical element about him. But not a good kind of magic, considering his name was 'Death' and he spoke of 'reaping'. Her attention went back down to Peter Quill in Death's body as he started to respond to Owen's questions.
"Correct. And I'm not happy about it. Well, I know multiple people here that would want to do it to heroes in general. So you must have just arrived here if you are just learning about it. Anyways, there's a whole group of troublemakers who don't think twice about their decisions. Mind control, making doubles, tricks; they have a base somewhere. There's about six of them, maybe even more. If they're not behind it, then this dumb island is just showing us more tricks." Peter explained what he thought, longing to be in his own body at the moment. "I just have a quick question," he asked, looking at Owen, causing Blue to growl, "What's your last name?" If there was any relation, he'd have to start there.
"Owen, can we eat them yet?"
"WHAT?!"
Indominus Rex
"10 Tons of ground Shaking Hell on Earth"
The Indominus Rex sniffed the ground around the baby, unsure what to do. Never had she encountered very young life forms. It was definitely only a few years old. Lifting her head, she looked around to see if this was maybe a trap; one set by people on this island to attract her and possibly attack her again. No way was that happening again. Letting another roar rip loose, the Indominus' tail smacked the trees around here, testing for any pulley systems or nets. Next, she pulled a branch from a tree, holding it in her mouth, drawing a circle around the baby. This was her testing for a net on the ground, or a possible pressure plate. Shaking her head, the Rex through the branch to the side. She snorted, looking upwards. Maybe there would be another helicopter like last time? Staying absolutely silent, the I-Rex used her camouflage to blend in, back in into a shadowed area as her red eyes traced the sky. Nothing. Her skin turned back to white, before picking up another scent. One of an older human. Without any pause, her head swung down; right in front of Ukraine. A few low growls escaped her mouth, tail swinging very slow and rhythmically.