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04/18/2023 09:15 PM 

Discord Role Needed


 
Steve Rogers :: Captain America
Writing details
Preference: Multi-para writing at least

Audition: Unnecessary as long as the writer is active

Reference: Open plotting as the role is not restricted to movie or comic type. The universe that builds the server is very openly crossing Marvel and DC from all age and point types. There's even a splash of Sherlock in there so as long as it can be plotted in nicely we don't mind.

​​​​​Importance: VERY. This is considered a main role in the story. So there is no question of connections or if the story is lost to the character.

Story: The plot takes place in New York (the state as a whole, not just the city) at the end of 2016 and into 2017. For the sake of explanation the Sokovia Accords have already been passed, the events of Captain America: Civil War have already happened and the server explores the aftermath. Steve has already made his escape with Buck and Natasha meets with them soon after -- the three have already rescued Falcon, Hawkeye and others from the Raft. The twist here is that Tony already regrets how things went down in Siberia and after some talking with Bruce Wayne over cheeseburgers and fries, the two are working together to have the Sokovia Accords dissolved. It's a political process that Tony isn't so great at which is why he's getting help from Wayne. In the meantime, he is trying to make sure the rogue Avengers stay safe when a HYDRA transmission is interrupted. They're closing in on Wakanda, where Bucky unknowingly has a tracker hidden on him. Tony sends his most trusted to bring the Avengers back home quietly so that he can offer them help -- but the overall twist has yet to be revealed. HYDRA is still pulling strings within the government and they're using the Accords to do it.

Writing takes place on Discord.
If interested please contact Tony Stark in his Discord -- he is always logged on at least through his phone.

Discord: 𝕊nark𝕄aster★𝟝𝟘𝟘𝟘#4935

Thank you!
 
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06/29/2020 06:07 PM 

Stark Industries Outline

 

Stark industries
Location: Manhattan, New York
-- IRON MAN PROJECT -- (SOP -- NonProfit)
-- WAR MACHINE PROJECT -- (SOP -- NonProfit)
-- AVENGERS PROJECTS -- (SOP -- NonProfit)
-- S.I. INTERNAL FAILSAFE -- (SOP -- NonProfit)
-- ARC REACTOR TECHNOLOGY -- (SOP -- Profit)
-- ROBOTICS -- (SPP -- Profit)
     -- Human-Robot Interface
          -- Artificial Intelligence
          -- Human-Robot Interaction
     -- General Robotics
     -- Advanced Robotics
          -- Hardware
     -- Mobility
     -- Programming
-- SCIENCE -- (SPP -- Profit)
     -- Physical Science
          -- Physics
          -- Chemistry
          -- Astronomy
     -- Earth Science
          -- Geology
          -- Oceanology
          -- Meteorology
          -- Paleontology
     -- Life Science
          -- General Biology
          -- Cellular Biology
          -- Molecular Biology
          -- Microbiology
          -- Genetics
          -- Zoology
          -- Evolution
          -- Ecology
               -- Terraforming
          -- Physiology
-- MILITARY -- (SPP -- Profit)
     -- Transport
     -- Communication
-- MOTOR/VEHICLE --(SOP -- Profit)
     -- Stark Motor Industries
 
Iron man / War machine HQ
Weapons, transport, research/development
  





 
Stark Industries
Location: Washington DC

-- ELECTRONICS/GAMING -- (SOP -- Profit)
-- HOME -- (SPP -- Profit)
     -- Home Security
     -- Appliances
-- COMMUNITY --
     -- Stark Power Company (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Educational Grants/Scholarships (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Telecommunications (SOP -- Profit)
-- MEDICAL --
     -- Maria Stark Foundation (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Stark Healthcare Technology (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Stark Arc Prosthetics (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Stark Health Insurance (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Stark Industry Charity Fund (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Stark Hospice Care Facilities (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Homeless Intervention/Prevention (SOP -- NonProfit)
-- HUMAN RELATIONS -- (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Job Training
     -- Language Classes
     -- 401k
     -- Retirement
-- NON-HUMAN DEPARTMENT --
     -- Stark NonHuman Health Technologies (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Stark NonHuman Health Insurance (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Stark NonHuman Health Research (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Stark NonHuman Tech Research (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Homeless Intervention/Prevention (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Job Training (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- Language Classes (SOP -- NonProfit)
     -- 401k (SOP -- Profit)
     -- Retirement (SOP -- Profit)
-- STARK EXPO --
 
Stark Expo / Public relations
Medical, charity, home security, insurance, entertainment
  

 

04/18/2020 03:53 PM 

Comic Heroes






Its October and there are a select few people who are beginning to
discover that they have extraordinary abilities. Some embrace these
abilities while others struggle to cope -- however all of them have no
links to proper learning despite there being Xavior's School for the Gifted.
Information is purposely wiped clean in a certain distance from them,
and likewise Cerebro is unable to detect them. But that doesn't
mean other technology and mutants can't.......

When Issac Mendez discovers that he can paint the future he comes
across horrible images -- but one in particular has him awe struck with
fear. The city of New York going nuclear in a bomb bigger than he could
ever dream. And along with this portrait comes numerous more of a
cheerleader that could change everything forever. With the election
coming soon and government corruption on the rise its a race against
time to find out when this bomb happens, why and how to stop it.

This unfolding event could plague the world as the largest superhuman
terrorist attack known to man..... and the hidden ranks of
HYDRA who staged it to take full advantage.


All characters are welcome, cannon or OC.
All comic book types are welcome -- NO EXCEPTIONS!!

Feel free to join us on Discord!
https://discord.gg/8URAUPC



Its a mobile chat based roleplay available openly, just to keep the common
roleplayer sane during these hard times with the COVID-19 outbreak.
Did your internet get knocked out? Or worries!! We're still here!!

We do love novelty writing but it is a mobile chat roleplay.
We don't mind just simple paragraph replies. The idea is to keep it
simple and have fun!! While the plot does have its epic moments,
the domestic and fluffy banter is JUST as important as the explosions
and awesome fighting. Want to write something funny? Have a muse
for something sad? Looking for romance?
We would love to meet you and hear your story!!

10/21/2019 01:38 PM 

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08/07/2019 11:52 PM 

Hughes of an Inferno

Chapter #1 -- The Crash


"Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth ..." -- Alphonse Elric


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The grass hadn't even grown over some of the newest sites yet among the graveyard. There was an eerie vibe to taking a job to the largest and most active death station among the military but someone had to do it. That person was Janis Wielder. She felt that she had a pretty good stomach for the job. It was an easy evening job where her duties were to make sure the graves stayed clean. Clearing of weeds, mowing the grass, cleaning the sidewalks and in the winter there was a lot of raking to do. Then at sunset she would simply leave and pick up things tomorrow when she started again.


But today was unexpected…


There were quite a few new sites among the grave and one of them in particular wasn't quiet. Every now and again she would find footprints in the dirt that she would use a garden rake to smooth out again. Every other night or so there would be new footprints. Janis chalked it up to troublesome teens who had no idea what respect was. So, she smoothed the dirt over and turned to put her tools back in the cart. That was when she heard something shift. She paused for a moment and looked around. There was nothing around her to make a sound. No other company or coworkers. She heard it again, and this time it sounded like grinding rock right behind her.


Needless to say, the woman's heart stopped for a moment. She felt a sweat along her brow and her throat was so dry that she could feel the inner wall of her mouth chafe a bit. Something else was here with Janis that she couldn't see. Taking up the garden rake again she held it tight as she looked around again. There had to be a detail she was missing. Something she overlooked… but in the darkness there was nothing to see. Then she heard it again and this time by her feet. She only got the chance to glance down when the Earth began to move. Dirt being shuffled to the side and a hand first out upward. With a scream Janis practically jumped back. Coming to her cart she scrambled for a lantern only to find that the oil was out. This was a horrible time to remember that she didn't refill it the night before. Looking back she could see a figure crawling and clawing out from the dirt. There was no way she was going to waste any time and so Janis turned and made a mad dash for the main gate. She would make her report in the morning but for now she just wanted OUT. 


The figure finally made it out of the dirt, leaving a hole where he once was. A deep cough echoed through the air as he shifted and tried to stand. The tall man stumbled slightly but managed to catch himself on a nearby gravestone. Any of the clumps of Earth that managed to stick to him fell to the ground as the man struggled to find his breath. Then with small and slow steps he began to move, making his way toward the main gate. The only thing to distinguish him from the darkness was an occasional street lamp that revealed a State Military uniform. Blue fabric with gold tassel and insignia to display rank.


The gravestone at the base of the hole was labelled…. Brigadier General Maes Hughes...



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Three Hours Prior

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Central City was the booming capital of Amestris, which housed the primary protection and knowledge for the country. The State Military headquarters was based here along with all the top researchers sponsored by the Fuhrer's system of government. Lately the activity among the military has been quiet. Just three weeks ago the death of Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes ripped through the special operations and State Alchemist ranks like a ripple. Life was perfect for him, or so it seemed. He was a family man with an excellent career in a position that was for the most part safe. Most of what he did was desk work but when needed he was skilled for stealth operations. Away from the front line he was constantly sharing his life with his colleagues. In a place of constant war the man was like a breath of fresh air. The people around him may have acted mildly annoyed by his boasting about how cute his daughter was and his displays of affection -- but in truth there was a sense of envy. Everyone respected him, third was no question about that.


That was why plans changed within the noble headquarters of the State Military. When Roy Mustang received a call from Hughes in his office he expected to hear more about the home life. About how Elicia has a cute snore and Gracia looks amazing in his night pants and apron as she does the dishes. Things like that. Instead there was nothing… Absolutely nothing. That was when he knew something was wrong. Within the hour the body of his best friend was found laid out and covered in his own blood in a public phone booth. Maes obviously knew that someone or a group of people on the inside were behind the government conspiracy.


That night he grumbled to himself… "You got close… too close. I swear Maes -- no matter how long it takes. I'll roast your killer alive..."


Which is why tonight Roy had stayed over again. The sun had set but Maes had so many notes detailing his internal investigation. The events in Leore and studies on the Philosopher's Stone. At least six documented cases of human transmutation Alchemy…… Dammit, none of it made sense!! As the hours passed the sun began to set and as usual the alchemist began to drift to sleep. It was then that a small movement caught Mustang, his eyes fluttering open again. Small as it was he figured that it was his fatigue and let his eyes start to close again. The objects continued to move around his desk and so he opened his eyes to have a better look. The pens in his knick knack bowl were shifting. One plopping out and rolling across -- all without anyone touching it. The motions made the man's brows furrow before he started looking in more obscure places, such as under his desk or by the other desks of his colleagues. Perhaps someone was trying a clever prank.


"Who is doing this?!" he called out through the office. Seconds later he saw one of the coins leave his knick knack bowl as pelt him in the forehead. To which he became annoyed and shifted to stand. "ANSWER ME!!"


Without warning the pen that had rolled across his desk shifted, standing up on end. The motion was so sudden that the Colenel jumped back, pushing his office chair to the side. The last thing he would ever think of was paranormal activity. He was an alchemist. A man of logic and science. But there was no mistaking what he was seeing. The papers on the desk were soon scribbled on in a rushed fashion saying 'Gracia! Car accident Elicia in danger Please HURRY!!!' The words came without punctuation but the habit to capitalize was still there. Roy eyes the message before his gaze went about the office again.


"I'll ask one more time…." Before he even had the chance to ask the pen fell over and another coin flailed to bounce off of his forehead. Just a swift motion with no real aim all just to get attention. A woman's tactic -- well, it was definitely working.


Then the pen stood upright again and continued to write. 'This is Gracia!! Elicia in danger. Follow the smoke. Car on fire. NOW!!' 


Well that one had a little more detail, but Roy still wasn't sure what he was seeing. Fire. Smoke. Car. For the sake of checking his sanity, the Flame Alchemist turned to the large window just behind him. From his office at Central there was a decent view of the city and so if thede was smoke he would see it. Sure enough there it was. A yellow glow omitted from between the buildings with a high plume of smoke rising into the air. It was then that he gasped and looked to the paper again in fright. If this really was taken for surface value then this was a powerful spiritual effort. That Gracia was killed among that smoke… and Elicia… Without even a second thought Roy took off around his desk for the door. His boots fell hard against the tile floor as he made his way down the stairs and out the front doors. He didn't have a moment to waste, and that included finding a driver. Roy ran to the first available car, to the driver's side, and climbed in. Pulling the visor down, a set of keys fell in his lap which was hurriedly shoved into the ignition, and with a single turn, the car was brought to life.


However, Roy Mustang wasn't a gifted driver. He usually had Riza drive but right now there was no time. The classic car swerved erratically out of the gates to headquarters and sloppily turned corners to try to get tk that plume of smoke. Tires screeched around the corner and the man could see the wreck. Not paying attention he crashed into a pole, bringing the car to an immediate stop. The man was distracted by taking in the details before him. The small car that belonged to Gracia was t-boned from the driver's side by a larger truck. The impact was strong enough to overturn the woman's vehicle completely. The ftrucked of the truck was smashed in with flames rising there. Roy would smell the chemicals and gasoline from the truck and so he knew that they had to get out NOW.


This was all a complete mess on a horrifying scale. Maes Hughes was his best friend -- hell he was more than that. If this day and age was more accepting then maybe things could have been different. If Roy could have said things or done things differently then…. No, this wasn't the time. And it was disrespectful because of the fact that now Gracia was cold and dead in the driver's seat. He could see that much at least from here. She was the love of Hughes' life and Roy was determined to do right by them. He couldn't use his alchemy either or both cars would explode, taking Elicia with it.


Roy clambered out of the vehicle and rushed to the wreck, falling to his knees and peering in. Gracia looked mangled and broken as she hung upside down, suspended by the seat belt. The way they were struck, Gracia likely died on impact. There was blood dripping from her skull and chest in mass amounts. In the back seat was a smaller body, dangling from her car seat. The only way to get to her was to get the door open and so Roy rounded the vehicle and gripped the handle. Jammed. The framework was bent in too much. With a wide kick the military man busted the window and came down on his hands and knees. He couldn't get inside far enough this way either and so he gripped the car door.


That was when Roy felt something cold engulf his form, followed by a warmth. There was another force there, merging with his own -- familiar and determined. The alchemist's heart raced as it felt like his body got a sudden boost of strength foreign to him. Adrenalin surged and he let out a deep wail as he pulled as hard as he could. The metal of the car protested with a screeching sound. Bolts buckled and then a sudden cracking sound was heard. The door snapped away from the rest of the vehicle and Roy fell back, throwing it to the side. He huffed there on the pavement for only a moment before scrambling to crawl inside. Elicia's car seat was bound by the seat belt. Roy could see the flames spreading around him and so he took a large risk. Snapping his fingers, he incinerated the strap holding the girl, catching her unconscious form as she flopped. He then moved back out of the car and moved back as fast as he could. The flames really were spreading as seconds later the two vehicles burst.


Roy looked on in horror, knowing full well that both parents were gone. He held the four year old Elicia in his arms as his heart was still racing. The explosion made the girl jump even in unconsciousness and he sighed. He likely should have covered her ears but at least the girl was safe. But what should he do now? That was the question. He didn't have the heart to leave this child -- she was his best friend's daughter. He certainly had no intention tion of taking her to an orphanage and he knew Hughes would kill him if he did. And so… he decided to handle this one thing at a time. Mustang turned to start walking toward his friend's house. He could get the girl a clean change of clothes and call Central Command to report on the car crash and Gracia Hughes' death. Maybe Hawkeye might have an idea what to do from here after she's finished lecturing him for wrecking the car.


It would be a long walk but at least the girl was unconscious. Gave him a chance to try to think about what to do from here.

09/24/2018 09:08 PM 

Intervention Part #1

INTERVENTIONTONY STARK AND PETER PARKERSNARKMASTER 5000 RP UNIVERSE
Tony Stark Iron Man

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The internship that was set up for a teenager by the nane of Peter Parker was a special one. The CEO of the Industry heard about the boy from his assistant soon after he promoted Pepper to be Co-CEO with him. Now, with the Sokovia Accords in place it seemed that Tony Stark operated specifically in his office or in the boundaries of his in certifications and industrial permits for his extensive business. He was a busy man but the billionaire always made time for the things he cared about. The teen was admiral in his moral grounds and that was enough for Tony to get attached.

The attention he gave to Peter was the kind money couldn't buy. The type that he had always wanted but never received from his father; Howard Stark.

His treatment of Peter was much more focused than his usual work, and there was a reason for that. He wanted the boy to be better and in that process he got attached. He wanted Peter to have every opportunity he could even with the regulations met by the Accords. The main reason why the government doesn't come barreling down on the boy to plant a tracker on him was because of Tony Stark. In knowing where Tony is, the government would always know where Peter is as his enrollment in the internship was tracking enough..... Besides, the officials don't dare mess with Tony too much because he is the financial back bone of all their supernatural operations, so far.

Truthfully, after all was said and done... Tony regretted signing the Sokovia Accords and has been working HARD to try to have them amended for the past six months. The loss was too great because of how many rights it removed from the nation as a whole -- and how many friends he lost over these damn Accords.

"I'm telling you, Mr. Stark, you're fighting a losing battle," said congressmen Thaddeus Ross over the speaker of Tony's cell phone as he casually paced his workshop. "Eventually they are going to get tired of the way you break the regulations on a daily basis."

"They tolorate it because they know I'm right. Come on, Ross. This really can't be a positive move forward," Tony said.

"You really should bring FRIDAY in for documentation and reveal the location of your armories--"

"Hold, please...." Tapping the button, the billionaire sighed and let his hand fall to his side. With his spare hand he rubbed his brow. "FRIDAY, host the call. Play the most mundane hold music possible. Maybe after a while tell him that his call is very important before you hang up on his ass," Tony said.

"Yes sir," the voice of a female echoed over the loud speakers that filled the workshop.

There was a reason why Tony kept these three levels at the top of his tower in Manhattan private. The living quarters, workshop and penthouse levels didn't have any cameras at all and were only accessed by those of his choosing. What happened within these walls were all for his mind and how he coped with the way he saw the world. Tony has been living here ever since his mansion was blown apart by terrorists and for the most part that worked out very well.

"While on the topic of political news, sir, there is a news broadcast that you'll want to see."

Tony paused where he stood as FRIDAY brought up a hologram screen for the local news, but the story was a shocker. A horrible two car head on collision by a drunk driver in Queens. Apparently the cause was driving under the influence of alcohol as the driver fell asleep at the wheel and veered into oncoming traffic. The car slammed into another and May Parker was killed upon impact. The driver that caused the crashed died during surgery at Queens Memorial Hospital.

"May.... God, that's Pete's aunt," Tony breathed out as a light cold sweat ran down his brow. Seeing all this, the man was so stunned that he didn't feel his cell phone ring even though it was still in his hands. It initially went to voicemail but when Tony jogged his mind back to the moment he shifted to look.

It was Ned..... Peter's Ned. The kid needed help because the government now had open reign to eat him alive. Over Tony's dead body!! Before even thinking, the man dialed back and held the phone to his ear. He likely hasn't even finished leaving his voicemail because he didn't get a notification yet. The moment Tony got an answer he jumped the gun, not even giving time for a greeting.

"Ned, you tell Pete to get the hell oit of that hospital. I have FRIDAY looking over his walk no matter where he goes. I will be there in ten minutes -- but he has to leave now. Don't wait for a worker of any kind because they will hand him over to a government watch dog," he said before hanging up and moving through his workshop toward the landing strip of the tower.

Taking up his portable suit bound to a suitcase, he attached the wrist straps and jerked both wrists out. Pieces of armor whizzed from the suitcase, and attached to the Tony's body. One piece at a time they folded out to cover him across the chest and hips, then legs and feet. Boosters and repulsor cannons ignited and the AI logged in almost instantly. As the face plate closed over Tony's features he found a display of the environment around him, battery statistics, weapons system functions and the electrical currents of the city around him. Leaping off the tower, Tony took a swooping angle and was soon flying toward Queens Memorial Hospital.


09/23/2018 09:46 PM 

Drabble: Time In Between Part #1

TIME IN BETWEENPART 1 -- THE POLITICSSNARKMASTER 5000 RP UNIVERSE
Tony Stark Iron Man

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This drabble takes place about a year after the events in Captain America: Civil War -- with potential to crossover into X-Men.


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Times like these really made Tony Stark hate the office... or to be more specific, the political office.

There were many things that he disliked in his life but as Tony sat at his end of the table with a room full of liberal leaders and pencil pushing officials he grew a bit more exhausted by the minute. Not because of lack of sleep or possibly a hang over like they might think. More rather that Tony found them to be mentally exhausting -- and if they take Tony through another round of Dodge the Twenty Questions then the billionaire might seriously lose it.

Really what do these guys know about what is best to help the world when it comes to supernatural attacks? Their job was here in the office and they weren't even really concerned about the important moral matters. This was all about how much money they needed to fork out to fix all of these affairs. When the battles damage the city how much does it cost to fix it? How much economic growth does it mess up? That's really what all this is about.

For Tony all this was about something else...

The meeting began with the officials reviewing the section of the Sokovia Accords that Tony brought to their attention. It was a process of being patient enough for them to read -- which sucked for the genius-billionaire. He was well known for super fast reading speeds. The human brain when trained could process 100,000 letters per second. Tony liked to call it bullet reading because that was exactly what he did. He had the entire Accord read in less than a minute -- which made it easy to do some work when he wanted to.

Would his family be able to come together again? The group of specially chosen individuals known as the Avengers were considered family to him.... Even Steve, despite the fighting they had at the end of their last investigation. The vintage style flip phone Rogers gave Tony was always on him, burning a hole in his inside suit jacket pocket. At the moment Tony was rereading the letter that was sent in the mail. Amending the accords was the end goal. Where ever Steve was, he hoped he would see the effects of the changes Tony was trying to make. With Pepper standing back by the doorway with the camera crew that were documenting the meeting and her bodyguard, Happy Hogan -- Tony was ready for anything these bastards could throw at him... as soon as the idiots finish reading...

"Mr. Stark, for the record," Thaddeus Ross began as he finished reading the area that was specifically brought to the group's attention. "You came here, having signed the accords previously, with intent to have them amended."

"That is correct," Tony said as he shifted in his seat to tuck the letter away into his jacket again.

"It does seem to be a little late doesn't it? Considering your signing."

"I signed an accord to be allowed accountability, not to remove my American right to freedom of speech. Which, for the record, the Sokovia Accords violates the Constitution at least three times that I can recall off the top of my head."

"Get to the point, Stark."

"Gladly!" For once, Tony was actually serious even with his personality still intact. Times like this it was dangerous to be in the same room with him. Not because he was Iron Man but because he was using his iron will to solve a problem and not brute force. "While I admit, its nice to know who exactly has powers and who doesn't, these Accords directly strip those individuals of any right they have for equal living opportunity. I'm sure the collective group knows that."

"These Accords are built to protect the common people against the potential destruction and life lost due to the weight of these conflicts," Ross said.

"Exactly," Tony said nearly cutting the man off. He reached up and took off his shaded glasses and set them down upon the paperwork in front of him. "And once documented these people would be labelled like dogs with a tracking device that acts more like a pet chip. Yes, I signed because I agree with the fact that we need supervision but these Accords provide no safety to those who have powers at all."

"No, it doesn't," one of the other officials said. A man in his late flurries in a simple black suit and tie who seemed to look more annoyed than anything else. "Because this specific Act was passed to regulate these people of power so that the common person can feel safe. With this Accord in mind the governments of the world will decide how to approach these conflicts."

"That's all one sided, which is where the flaw is that I would like to bring to the table. These Accords require that humans and otherwise that have powers -- or use technology to enhance themselves -- be revealed to the government they live under. Once known they become basically bound down for the entirety of their lives and likely forced into action whenever its decided to do so. Am I right?"

"That's correct, Mr. Stark," Thaddeus Ross said with an exasperated sigh.

"Then tell me... Are we slave drivers now?" Tony asked boldly. Moans and groans grew around the table and the billionaire held up his hand just draw their attention again. "Once revealed these people will be forced to wear trackers and live in a life of restriction. Whether they were born with it or came into the power, it doesn't matter. It could even be the government or military's fault that they have supernatural abilities but that doesn't matter either. They will basically be leashed like dogs by the government. Furthermore, they will only be allowed to act when the government decides to throw them into battle."

"These people will be regulated, because they have to be. They are dangerous because of their powers," Thaddeus said sternly. "Don't forget that you signed these accords."

"Yes, I did -- with my constitutional rights intact. And I fully admit that just in my line of operations I violate at least one little rule in here every day. Technically makes me a criminal, but do you know why you guys don't put me away? Because I pay literally to clean up all of your sh*t."

"Tony..." Pepper's voice came from just behind him. She could sense his anger even before his little explosion and her voice was enough for him to pause to calm down a bit.

"Let me make it clear here, Stark. You pay to clean up after the Avengers," Ross said sharply.

"No, I pay to clean up government operations in which the Avengers defended to the best of their ability. When the primped suits couldn't solve the problem, we did. As a result people were saved. Otherwise what would have happened if we stood down? How many people would have been killed because the military couldn't handle it? Now, you want to try to twist our arms with this? I don't think the political activists have what it takes to make the decision needed to save people when the time comes for action. There's too much concern about damage control--"

"Yes, there is," one of the other officials said, which brought the room to silence. "You're right, Mr. Stark. You do ride on the fine line of these Accords because of your AI systems becoming self aware. As well as your refusal to document what you work on in your work shop."

"My privacy rights and constitutional right to bear arms. Okay, and?" Tony asked in a sharp breath.

"And there will be no action taken toward amendment until there is coverage for damages."

"What about the personal safety of those with powers? You know there is a college dedicated to educating those with powers because they no longer feel safe among the general population?"

"If you're talking about Xavier's School for the Gifted, we already know about them. And we haven't moved on them yet because their X-Men are fighting against Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants. We don't know where the Brotherhood are hiding and so the X-Men seem to be the only line of defense. Let them separate themselves, Mr. Stark. That action would be fully welcomed rather than having the Accords amended," Ross said.

That hit a snag in Tony's plans. He knew that the college and the X-Men were currently untouched by the Sokovia Accords mainly because registration at the school was likely tracking enough. The individuals there were being educated as well as trained to control their abilities. Its likely going to change the way their lives work when they finally do track down the Brotherhood of Mutants. The moment that conflict comes to an end the government is going to come breathing down their necks too...

"While we're on the subject, Mr. Stark. Will you be submitting your new AI for documentation?" Ross asked.

"You know the answer on that one. FRIDAY is not for any operations but my own. I'm here to get the answers I need for my work -- which I got. So, I'm done for now," Tony said as he shifted to stand, slipping his glasses back on.

"You called this meeting and you aren't going to finish?" one of the other officials asked.

"Oh, we are finished gentlemen. You made it clear that this is about damage and not the moral rights of the people. FRIDAY, you have a copy of that camera footage?"

"Recorded in real time and archived away, sir," the AI's voice echoed from Tony's suit jacket clip just over the chest pocket.

"Then hold it. Its proof that the United Nations is perfectly fine with violating constitutional rights among other things. I'm not done working on this, guys. We're going to meet again soon," Tony said with a smile as he stepped away with his folder toward where Pepper stood next to Happy by the door.

"Get back here, Stark! You can't expect to walk away after violating the accords right here in a government setting!" Ross said as he shifted to stand. Instantly the other officials started to groan to have him stand down, which Tony looked to each of them. He knew where he stood in the room and what direction to go from here. "You'll be a criminal for violating the accords."

"And who's going to put me away? You? You're lucky I still pay for your sh*t, since I'm the only suit in the room with raw experience in the field. You want to put me away then you might want to count your losses, Rossy." 

With that said, Tony stepped out with Pepper and Happy following. This fight was far from over... and Tony had an idea where to go from here. He knew who would have the most appreciation for his efforts on the radar instead of under it. One thing was for sure -- Anthony "Tony" Stark wouldn't stop until these damn accords were amended and he could have the people he cared about back in his life.

He needed the Avengers back in his life...


09/12/2018 08:09 PM 

Universe #1 -- Mary O'Hera

Mary o'Hera of hydra
SNARKMASTER 5000 RP UNIVERSE #1
The following roleplay content is the first chapter between Tony Stark and an original character named Mary O'Hera. Through the story you will find gaps in the writing. They are simply there to let you see where the roleplayers block of writing pieces part. The roleplay started from Mary and ended with Tony.  Please enjoy!!


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Part #1 -- The Interview

Part #2 -- The Gala (coming soon)
Part #3 -- The After Party
Part #4 -- The Effects


09/12/2018 02:40 PM 

Roleplay Stories

Roleplay stories
SNARKMASTER 5000 RP UNIVERSE
Tony Stark Iron Man

As a light reminder all of the roleplay storylines are in their own universe, which means that nine of them cross over. So there should be no anger about what connections I have because NONE are related.
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Universe #1 -- Mary O'Hera

Universe #2 -- Pepper Potts (coming soon)


09/12/2018 02:36 PM 

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