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Post by Norman Osborn on Jun 27, 2014 13:36:03 GMT -5
"We got nothing, sir." The well dressed man with sunglasses looked nervous as he spoke to Norman. Norman eyed him up and down, quietly frustrated and deciding his next move. It was infuriating - too many heroes were getting 'imported' to this reality. Too many for Norman to keep eyes on at all times. At any moment, any one of them could throw a wrench into his plans and mess everything up, and Norman was too busy keeping his cover in tact to deal with it all. Bucky was currently busy, and he was still reaching negotiations with Loki and Dr. Doom. And now...this. A new Ms. Marvel, sporting a new outfit and even more unique powers, was parading around the city. She was a major x factor in the grand scheme of things, and Norman couldn't afford that. But information on her was scarce, and even his best men had turned up empty-handed. The last Ms. Marvel was a major thorn in his side, and if this one was any reflection of that, he would need to nip her in the bud.
Or at least figure out what he was up against.
"Then get out of my office." Norman spoke powerfully, motioning to the man. His gaze was ice cold, and the man scurried away, the door slamming behind him. Left alone to his thoughts, Norman knew he would have to make a risky move if he was going to get anything done. "If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself! HAHAHA!" The Goblin echoed in his mind with a dark grin. Norman nodded to himself as he rose from his seat. He was reminded of Loki's warning to not make any moves against the heroes, but Norman hated being in the dark. He needed to at least analyze this Ms. Marvel and figure out what kind of threat she really posed. Norman pressed the button on his intercom, leaning in. "Janet, reschedlule my interview with The Daily Bugle. Something just came up."
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Night was starting to fall, which was perfect timing - Norman couldn't risk being in daylight as the Goblin. Not yet, anyway. He was on the path to making people disbelieve his connection to the villain, but he still couldn't afford any bad press. "Sir, we spotted her. Corner of Belmont and Rose Avenue." The earpiece he wore echoed as he flew over the New York streets, altering his path to head towards the Bronx area. Norman had a group of people at Oscorp whom he trusted with his persona. They were the Scriers, formerly people that worshiped the power of the Goblin - now they worked as Oscorp workers, embedded within his company to make sure none of his secrets became exposed. "Good. This shouldn't take long." Norman replied back. He preferred to work alone, but if he did get the upper hand on Ms. Marvel he would need some backup to secure her. After all, even better than merely assessing the power level fo this heroine would be testing on her himself.
The glider wailed in the night as Norman blasted through the skyline, finally reaching the sparsely populated intersection, a small park nearby. He didn't see Ms. Marvel anywhere, but he knew how to get a hero's attention - he was quite good at it. Norman looked around quickly, his maniacal eyes settling on a couple sitting on a nearby bench. Lowering his altitude and sailing towards them, Norman reached out a hand and picked up the woman, rocketing into the air with her in his grip as the man yelled behind him. She flailed, trying desperately to escape his powerful grip, but to no avail, and screamed out as they left the ground level. Norman shifted his footing so the glider stopped, hovering in midair as he looked at the woman with a crazed smile. "Hello, my dear. I'm looking for a certain super-heroine named Ms. Marvel. Any idea where she is?" Norman asked her, still grinning. The woman screamed as Norman held her over dangerously the side of the glider, ready to drop her to the pavement below. "Oh, tsk tsk. I'm afraid that's not the answer I was looking for. I guess you're no longer needed, then - parting is such sweet sorrow. AHAHAHA!!!!" Norman opened his grip, causing the woman to fall, her body on a collision course with the street below.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 27, 2014 16:47:29 GMT -5
Factor in x and y the following polynomial. Kamala read the instructions a last time, to make sure she had answered the question in full. She bounced a few times on her bed in the process. Then, with a satisfied smile, the schoolgirl underline her final answer in red. Sigh And that was it for tomorrow. Kamala closed down her notebook and slid it at the end of her makeshift table. Then she pulled her legs from under it and rested them on her mattress, which served both as bed and chair. In a trained movement, the teen pulled out her cellphone and checked he time. 11pm. Normally, that would be Kamala's bed time. But that was when she still lived at home, before she was a superheroine. But since she gained her powers, Kamala noticed a few physiological changes on her body. Besides the obvious ability to shapeshift, that was. First, she seemed to tire less fast, and function on a lot less hours of sleep. She also felt fitter, although that may have been the effect of running around like a madman through the city at night.
The young hero gave herself a few minutes rest and a good stretch before leaving her apartment. She left it through the window, as a blond Ms Marvel, ready to kick butt and save people. And it didn't take long to find such an occasion in the Bronx! Within minutes, screams were echoing through the streets. Kamala rushed towards the sound, using her elastic arms and over-sized shoulder muscles to launch herself into the air. It was a great Spidey-like moment, right until -mid air- the young superheroine realized she had no contingency plans for landing from this height. But that thought was quickly pushed aside as she also saw another person fall the the ground from considerable height. With one quick movement, Kamala oversized her left palm. It first stretched to sofa-like size. This tilted he own body so it dived towards the falling woman. Then, some weight-gain and more elastic stretching later, and both people landed safely -if not gracefully- onto a car-sized hand-shaped bubble.
The woman quickly slid down Ms Marvel's hand, giving Kamala some time to look up and spot her opponent. "Green Goblin!" What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be... reformed or retired or something? Kamala's hand was returning to normal as she thought her options through. "What are you up to?" This was a big caliber villain. He threw bombs that exploded, which wasn't something Kamala thought she could handle. She already got shot once, after all. Time to try out the new stuff. And with that thought in mind, Ms Marvel started gaining weight by increasing her size. She grew to the size of a car, and was aiming for that of a minibus. "Whatever it is, I'm not letting you get away with this." This was the perfect occasion to unleash her plethora of cliché Avengers fanfic lines. Anything to distract the goblin and allow her transformation to complete. For the giant growth was only phase one of her improvised plan.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jun 28, 2014 23:51:58 GMT -5
Norman watched as the superheroine displayed some of her abilities, taking mental notes. She could increase her size, something Norman was sure the old Ms. Marvel was not capable of. Why would this new one be able to? What was her connection to the old Ms. Marvel, if any? Were there other powers she possessed? All questions Norman would have the answers to, in time. The heroine gracefully placed the civilian on the pavement, her hard returning to normal. Norman let out a small disappointed sigh. Of course the attack had been more or less a ruse to attract the heroine's attention, but it still would have been nice to see the civilian go splat. After all, he needed to let out his aggression somehow.
"Ah, Ms. Marvel! Just the woman I was looking for!" Norman eyed the superhero with a cackling smile, clapping his hands together. "But you're a lot less of a woman and more like a kid - maybe you should eat some vegetables before you take on someone like me! HAHAHA!!!" Norman laughed aloud, his taunting laugh echoing in the night sky. Now that she was closer to him, Norman could see that this Ms. Marvel was younger than the other one. It was difficult to tell what age, but that put Norman at an advantage in any case. The old Ms. Marvel was a major pain to him, and her powers were extreme - Norman wasn't sure the exact origin of them, but if this kid was as inexperienced as she looked, he could definitely utilize that to gain the upper hand. Norman watched the girl as she puffed herself up, her body stretching and contorting, growing in size.
"Nice circus trick, girlie. But you're way out of your league here - I'm a fine aged wine while you're about to be freshly smashed grapes! HAHAHA!!!" Norman bellowed, kicking his glider to accelerate it forward, driving around Ms. Marvel's increasing body size. He reached into his bag and produced three pumpkin bombs, activating each. Norman grinned wide as he tossed the weapons, their glowing visage glowing in the dark sky as they soared towards Ms. Marvel. Norman didn't know how large she could get, but it was better to not test how far she could go - hopefully the bombs would put a stop to her antics.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 30, 2014 6:25:14 GMT -5
Circus trick? Kamala, still growing in size, was not quite ready to engage yet. While the two supers exchanged jabs, she put herself in a defensive position, hands raised and emulating Iron fist's posture from a few days ago. "Playing old Grinch today?" Did that mean this was the same old green Goblin as in her home world? She finally reached terminal size. Which made her a big, moving target. "Oh Shit." Was all the giantess could say as the three pumpkin bombs raced at her face.
Two things happened. First, Kamala began her compression procedure, shrinking while keeping her weight constant. Second, she tried to swat -or at least shield her head from- the goblin grenades with her shapeshifting arms. The resulting explosion knocked her backwards. Ms Marvel, rapidly becoming smaller, crashed into a car. When she opened her eyes again, her right arm was bloodied and the ears were numbed by the loud alarm ringing around her. The superheroine got up using her left arm. With a glance at her right arm, she knew that it was out for this fight. For some reason though, she couldn't feel the pain in her broken limb. Kamala's eyes then went down. Oh boy. That was a tiger-sized dent in the car. So it worked.
Jumping down the car, Kamala confirmed that. She felt heavy. Her whole body was a hundred times denser than usual, making moving difficult. I was also probably the reason why she didn't feel pain in her arm. I'm not looking forward to returning to normal. Looking up, Kamala focused again on the Green Goblin. "Pay attention." She hope she could now survive his pumpkin explosions head on. At this point, dodging had become impossible anyway. Unfortunately, the wicked man flew. And in her current form, Ms Marvel had the mobility of a two-legged llama. As well as the temper. "Is that all you got?" Was it a good idea to taunt the man? Hopefully he would get close enough for her to throw something at him. Assuming her denser form also gave her more muscle strength.
Trying to put the theory into practice, Kamala walked full speed towards a metallic bench. Her hand stretch from normal sized to a weird clamp-shape wrapping around the heavy metallic structure. Then, with quick pull, the piece of city furniture was unbolted from the ground and ready to be thrown. "Now it's my turn!" And with that, the metal bench was airborne. It was a clumsy throw from Ms Marvel's left hand, aimed at the goblin's head.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jul 4, 2014 9:00:11 GMT -5
"HAHAHA!!!" Norman taunted, watching Ms Marvel futily try to fight back his pumpkin bombs, causing her to recoil into a car, smashing the vehicle. Norman stood on his glider in defiance, watching as the superhuman looked down at her bloodied arm, the limb contorted in a pose that could only mean it was broken. It made Norman feel powerful - screw what Loki told him! Killing these heroes was the only way to teach them. They needed to be eliminated, shoved out of his way by force.
But no...as much as Norman wanted to kill her, he wouldn't. He needed to learn about this Ms Marvel - how did she get her powers? Where did they come from? Could he use that research for his own gain? Could he use her for his own gain? Maybe she even had some information he could extract about the other heroes. He needed to play with her, but not kill her. That prospect was even more enticing to Norman, and he couldn't help but grin down at the heroine as she got up from the wreckage.
"Oh dear, we just started the fight and you're already almost down for the count? I'm rather disappointed - toying with you isn't going to keep me entertained nearly as long as I wanted! HAHAHA!!!" Ms Marvel shot Norman a look of determination, and Norman gave her a challenging smile in riposte. The young hero grabbed a nearby bench, contorting her arm to curl around it, and ripped the metal structure from the ground. Norman braced his feet on the glider to get ready to move. He was impressed that with just one arm the girl could have the force to uproot the bench with ease. Not only could she change her body shape and structure at will, but the leverage it offered her could emulate super strength. Fascinating.
The chunk of metal was hurled at Norman with impressive speed, but instead of dodging it, Norman kicked his glider, causing it to burst towards the attack. Norman braced his body and stretched his arms out, grabbing onto the bench as it reached him. His body rocked backwards, but Norman stabilized himself, absorbing the force of the throw with his Goblin Formula enhanced muscles. The bench would have been heavy for a normal person, but for Norman it was airy. "Nice toss, girl, but you'll have to do better than that if you want to stand a chance against me." Norman sneered, adjusting the metal bench in his hands to make it easier to grasp comfortably. As he spoke, he attached a sticky pumpkin bomb to the backside of the bench. "Now let's see if we can take care of that other arm!" He yelled, throwing the bench with all his might, aiming at Ms Marvel. He knew that even is she dodged, the pumpkin bomb would explode, hopefully doing some damage to her. Norman had to wear her down and bloody her up so that it would be easy to capture her. The abilities she possessed would make it difficult otherwise.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jul 6, 2014 8:09:00 GMT -5
Hit! Ms Marvel announced with excitement as the bench-projectile connected with her opponent. But her face quickly fell when the Green Goblin blocked her attack with seeming ease. "Oh shoot." She knew where this was going. Kamala looked around for stuff to block the bench. There was the car she had crashed into. But already, the goblin was preparing his counter-throw. In her current dense state, the teen heroine knew she couldn't reach cover in time. Instead, she braced herself for contact, compressing her body as much as she could. "You wish!" She was not going to lose. Her body was tense, small and about as dense as the incoming bench. Turning around, Kamala let the bench connect with her left shoulder. Pushing with her opposite leg, the bench all but stopped, bending nicely into a concave shape around Ms Marvel's body. "Heh. Got this." Kamala's sweaty lips mouthed. But then the pumpkin went off. Before Ms Marvel could figure out where the explosion came from, the bench just flipped around her shoulder. The metallic structure, lifted up and still turning, connected with the superheroine's head. "Gasp!" It was enough to make her fall to the ground. She didn't get up for a good minute.
Kamala couldn't hear anything. Did he hit my ears? Was the deafening just temporary? Opening her eyes, she saw the cold, asphalt ground. Her right arm tried to push up, but collapsed. Right. Panting, Kamala turned her head around to look at her left arm. It took her a few seconds as everything dizzied up and she felt in strong pain, but eventually she saw it. Up. Up! The arm seemed undamaged. It responded slowly, but then, most of Kamala's body felt numb, heavy and clunky. The arm bent, then pushed her body up. Pain shot up Kamala's neck as her head left the ground. It was the only part of her body that actually felt something. Ouch That meant the previous hit must have hurt all the way through her denser skin and hurt some muscle.
Standing on one knee first, Kamala said defiantly, "Not... finished." She couldn't tilt her head up, not without pain shooting through her neck. Instead, Ms Marvel bent her upper body back. Where did he go? She couldn't see the wretched villain. "Where... did you run away to?" With her restricted field of vision, Kamala was really unprepared for a further attack. She just had to hope her dense body could cope with it.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jul 17, 2014 22:29:47 GMT -5
Norman paused in midair on his glider, simply watching the heroine as she attempted to counter his own counterattack. Norman eyed her movements carefully, his Goblin formula-enhanced mind studying Ms. Marvel's movements. It was intriguing watching her body contort and flex to stop the bench, her form matching the bench's density in an instant. The heroine had to struggle a bit, but her body moved and changed how she wanted it to. Where did she get her powers? Were they cosmically bestowed like the previous Ms. Marvel? Was it some science experiment? Did she have an ancient artifact?
Norman watched the bench start bending on impact, the structure no match for Ms. Marvel's toughened skin. However, he saw the light of the pumpkin bomb suddenly turn red, denoting the impending explosion. A smile curled around Norman's mask once again. "Do you 'got this?'" He chuckled as he saw the pumpkin bomb erupt, the fiery blast spraying thick dark smoke and flaming shrapnel in the area. The bench split apart, fracturing from the impact with the girl and the force of the explosion. A shard flipped out of the fire and ricocheted off Ms. Marvel's head, the assault causing her body to go limp as she fell to the concrete. Norman grinned as he moved his feet so the glider would descent, piloting it towards the body. He could tell she wasn't down for the count, just momentarily stunned from the blow. Norman kicked a pedal on the glider to put it in hover mode and stepped off the vehicle onto solid ground, standing behind Ms. Marvel.
Norman looked over the young hero. It almost felt bad to best her so easily - almost. As inexperienced as she was, Norman could see her potential. Her abilities her powerful, and once she had mastery over them she could be a dangerous threat. Norman grinned as she rustled, forcing her body to adjust to a crouched position and audibly groaning. Norman contemplated what kind of hurt to put on her next. He still had an arsenal of weaponry - gas ghosts, pumpkin bombs, razorbats - but they seemed a little unnecessary at this point. "Finish her, Norman. KILL HER!" The Green Goblin yelled in his mind. Norman crafted a vision of choking her out, the breath leaving her lungs as Norman heard her last gurgles of life. But Norman waved them off. Capturing her was a more tactical play, he had to think of the long game here. Besides, that probably wouldn't work anyway.
Ms. Marvel's body moved as she forced herself up, her back arching unnaturally and her head trying to find him. Norman smiled, the Green Goblin mask echoing it with its devious teeth. He moved towards her backside. "I didn't run away at all, I'm still here to keep playing!" Norman yelled with a laugh and sent a powerful kick towards Ms. Marvel, followed by an array of lasers from his opposite arm. "Why don't you just give up now? I promise I'll let you live, you just might feel a couple aches and pains in the morning. HAHAHA!!!"
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jul 18, 2014 11:35:12 GMT -5
And again, the goblin taunted the young heroine. Behind me! Kamala barely had time to throw herself on the ground. Ugh So heavy. Lasers shot above her. More manic laughing. "Cliché much?" Ms Marvel rolled away sluggishly as the goblin raced towards her. The car. She needed breathing space, some time to think. Kamala rolled under the car she had trashed earlier. Goblin offered to let her go. Why? That scared Kamala. "I'm not giving up." She responded, trying to sound defiant. In the mean time, she had to come up with a plan. Help. I need help. It was painful to admit, not because she was too proud to accept help, but because she didn't have many allies she could call for help. Loki! Would he respond on time? What could he do to help her?
Taking out her phone, Kamala called 'Lucas'. She made sure the sound was on silent. "I'll make sure you feel sore in the morning too!" Anything to distract the crazy villain. Is he getting closer? Checking on her phone's screen, there was still no answer. Text. Emergency text. Fingers tapped frantically. G. Gob. beat me. hlp! A loud sound made her panic. Emergency plan. Emergency plam. What if she died? No she couldn't do anything if she did. What could she actually do? That's when it hit Kamala. The Goblin could have killed her already twice over. Capture. He wants to capture me. Either that or he just enjoyed playing with his prey. Gotta assume I can do something. What could she do if she got captured? Locate. People have to be able to locate me. And with that thought in mind, Kamala knew what to do. She looked at the phone between her hands.
The car toppled as Ms Marvel went giantess again. The high density strategy hadn't panned out, so Kamala was going to make her last stand by going big. She also had eaten her phone while transforming, before Goblin had a chance to spot it. As a cheap phone, it didn't have gps or any other sophisticated location service. But on the flip side, the battery length was pretty much infinite, and hopefully the network would be enough to pinpoint her. "No more hiding." Ms Marvel was going full size. Pain filled Kamala's body as the muscles extended from their super-dense state. Blood started flowing from wounds that unwounded in her more elongated form. "Bring it on."
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jul 25, 2014 13:04:53 GMT -5
Norman had worked with Kraven the Hunter on a few occasions. The man was crazy, even by Norman's standards. He always put himself at a disadvantage, always tried to create an even playing field between himself and his prey. He said it made him feel more powerful, more dominating of his enemies if he could beat them on the same level as them. The man was an idiot, and his thought process was the reason he was easily defeated by everyone from Spider-Man to the blind hero Daredevil. But there was one thing the fool was right about - there was a feeling of thrill to the hunt. Norman had Ms. Marvel on the ropes - she was badly injured and struggling to escape from the villain. Norman loved toying with his enemies..
"Now you don't just go running away at the first sign of trouble!" Norman yelled out, slowly walking around the rubble, his gaze darting to the immediate areas, trying to figure out where the girl ran off to. "You're supposed to be a hero, aren't you? You're supposed to throw everything you've got at me! Make the tough decisions to save everyone else! The Avengers would be sooo disappointed. HAHAHA!!!" Norman cackled aloud as he lifted up a nearby Jeep with both arms, disappointed he didn't see the girl cowering behind it. He tossed the vehicle aside and kept walking, fire from the pumpkin bomb explosion illuminating the night air. "I know you must be scared. After all, you're just a rookie and you're facing down a triple-A threat like me." Norman blasted a park bench to shards with his lasers, Ms. Marvel again eluding him. "Just think of me as your final exam." Norman grinned. He knew the girl could change size - perhaps she was able to shrink and had escaped? Norman had to assume that she was too injured for such a feat, and plodded on.
Suddenly, Norman heard the creaking of metal and spun his head to see Ms. Marvel growing in size and toppling over a nearby car. Her body expanded so that she soon towered over Norman. "Now you're getting the hang of it. HAHAHA!!" Norman yelled out, watching the his foe's body warp at an impressive rate. Clearly she was in pain - her wounds were opening up, exasperated by the shift in size, and he could see Ms. Marvel was growing weary, yet she put on a determined face. Norman kept his grin and echoed out in a fit of screeching laughter. "You're braver than I thought, girl, I'll admit that much." Norman reached for his left hand glove and pushed it up, revealing a brace underneath with lights and switches. He reached towards the gauntlet and started operating the mechanisms, knowingly hitting the buttons and flicking a few switches. His glider, which was now positioned behind Ms. Marvel, ascended to match her height, hovering just behind her head.
"But let me teach you hard lesson, girl." Norman let out another screech of laughter. "The bad guys always win!" He pressed a button on the switch and the glider immediately launched two missiles from the wings, the rockets leaving a trail of blazing smoke behind them as they flew towards the back of Ms. Marvel's head. They were going to do some damage on impact, but were designed to releases a powerful knockout gases upon their destruction, which would hopefully be enough to knock out the heroine.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jul 26, 2014 8:56:47 GMT -5
Kamala knew she was about to fall. She was acutely aware of what had happened the last two times she had fallen unconscious. Focus on staying Ms Marvel. Focus. She was going to still put up a fight, but with blood flowing all over her, a broken arm and giant limbs that felt even heavier there was no question how this was going to end. He wants to capture me. I have to keep my identity secret. Could she do it? Or did her shapeshifting always turn off when she wasn't conscious? Kamala suddenly wished she had trained that beforehand, maybe before going to sleep.
The goblin just wouldn't stop with his hysterical laughing. "Shut up." She was only whispering the words, but in her giant form that was plenty audible. More taunts came her way. The bad guys always win. Before Ms Marvel could respond, smoething hit the back of her head, hard. "Ouch." The giant head tilted forward. Kamala's vision clouded in green. Stay focused. Stay Ms Marvel. But the superhero couldn't picture herself. She was hurt and tired. More of the gas enveloped her. She felt dizzy. Her body stopped responding. It collapsed. As she fell, Kamala's eyes were drawn on the figure floating triumphantly above her. She felt her body returning to normal size. Noooo.
When the knockout gas began to dissipate, it was a small teenage girl who lay in the center of it. Her hair was black, messy and covered in blood. She wore Ms Marvel's suit, but otherwise was physically completely different from the Avenger. But only physically...
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