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Post by Norman Osborn on May 4, 2015 21:44:07 GMT -5
"Norman Osborn is nothing more than a demon masquerading as a saint. He is not to be cheered, not to be encouraged. He must be locked up like the monster he is!" Senator Jessica Newman announced, pounding her fist on a podium as many cheered her on, waving arms in the air and jumping up and down. A look of smug satisfaction stretched on her face, and Norman couldn't stand it anymore. He bared his teeth in raw anger and slammed his fist into the TV, causing the image to immediately disappear as shards of the device scattered everywhere, carrying sparks with them. Norman pulled his fist back and shook it off, the pain barely phasing him. Senator Newman was one of the only obstacles that was blocking his plans from progressing. Despite his acts of goodwill and many, many, many tiring interviews with the press, she was still convinced he was a bad guy. And her followers believed that as well - she was a well established political force in New York. Norman would never get the chokehold around New York he needed with her standing up on a podium leading her blind masses.
And sometimes the only way to get things done right was to do it yourself.
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The night air was cold as Norman jettisoned over the skyline in the Goblin Glider, a malicious smile on his mask's face. He was antsy - it had been a little bit since he had been out as the Green Goblin. It seemed like his days were recently taken up by bureaucracy and trying to keep all his plans on track. This was actually a mission more suited to his new pawn Black Widow, but he didn't wasn't to give her such a crucial mission yet - she wasn't someone Norman would trust enough, not yet. Norman looked down and scanned the streets below. He knew that Senator Newman would be attending the mayor's banquet tonight, an annual event that celebrated the history of New York. Norman thought it was funny how the mayor tried to keep things so calm even in this time of crisis. He wanted to pretend that nothing would change, that things would stay the same. Norman would ensure that did not happen.
Just then, Norman saw it - the white limo that Senator Newman was famous for, two police officers on motorcycles escorting the vehicle. He smiled wide as he kicked the glider with his foot, causing the speed to increase as he descended towards his target. He grabbed two pumpkin bombs from his bag, their eternal grins mirroring his own, and reared them back, activating them in his grasp.
"Hope you've got some good insurance! AHAHAHAHA!!!" Norman cackled, chucking the pumpkin bombs deftly. One collided in the road between the motorcycles, the street erupting in red and orange flames, blowing the two vehicles off to the sides. The other bomb exploded upon impact with the limousine, causing a chain reaction of metal and plastic eruptions from the car as it flipped over and landed upside down on the side of the road. Civilians screamed and ran as Norman reached the street level, hovering near the chaos. Fiery pieces of metal and twisted pieces of car were scattered everywhere. Norman stepped off the Glider and grabbed the limo door, peering inside the shattered window. "Knock knock..." He spoke maliciously as he ripped off the door, tossing it aside.
"I-I...I knew..." The Senator mumbled as Norman stuck his head inside. Blood matted down her hair and leaked from her nose. It made Norman smile even wider. A guard laid next to her, though Norman didn't know is he was dead or unconscious, and frankly didn't care. "Norman..." Newman managed to forced out, still in shock from the crash. She coughed loudly, crying out in pain as she did.
"Ah ah ah." Norman waved a finger in front of himself before violently lunging forward and grabbing the Senator by her collar, dragging her from the wreckage as she screamed in pain. Norman tossed her out of the car, towering above her as she struggled to sit up and scramble away. Her leg was clearly broken, a twisted mess of blood and glass shards. Norman stpped on her leg, stopping her from going anywhere. She squealed in pain. "Norman isn't here. It's the Green Goblin right now..." Norman stood tall over the crippled woman, the Green Goblin costume lit menacingly by the surrounding flames and gnarled vehicles. Norman pulled out a razor bat and held it close to the Senator's neck. Tears leaked from her eyes as she coughed uncontrollably. "...and it's playtime. HAHAHA...AHAHAHAHA!!!"
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Post by Rocket Raccoon on May 12, 2015 13:33:35 GMT -5
He was using some of the clothes his house-mate had brought him as he had hoped to not want to draw any unwanted attention to himself. As he came from a range of planets where his appearance didn't matter and it had been kind of nice to be treated just like everyone else. But now, he couldn't walk the streets of town without people either shying away from him or staring at him like he was some kind of freak for once and not because of his appearance.
So the outfit allowed him to walk the streets without people freaking out though some of them had asked where his mommy was only to get a shrug in response. The raccoon paused to stare into a television shop as the news-announcer on multiple screens had her mouth moving silently. The device seemed set to be on mute and he frowned, wondering just what the woman had said before moving on.
Rocket had then become distracted by a flashing soft drink advertisement on the building on the opposite side of the street, he stopped and studied it even as his nostrils flared slightly. Forcing himself to relax, he turned to lean up against the side of one of the buildings for a few moments. Rocket didn't look up at the main road and seemed to have tuned out any footsteps out for a few seconds, people had constantly been going to and fro past the alley-way after all. Finally pushing himself away from the wall, he continued walking down the street.
Pausing on noticing the display in the window, he tilted his head to one side and studied them. The make on Terra may be different but he still knew a gun when he saw it. Pushing the door open, Rocket padded in and got out his units then scowled. Just his freaking luck, a human-sized pay area and he called up to the guy behind the desk.
"Hey, got a paying customer down here"
The cashier looked up from the magazine he was reading and peeked over the desk then shrugged "We don't serve children"
"I ain't a kid" Rocket retorted then raised himself up onto his tip-toes to dump a handful of dollar bills on top of the desk "There's the money now let's see the weapons" Before this could go further, he then frowned and turned away from buying a new weapon as he heard explosions outside, the raccoon moved to stand on his tip-toes and peek out of the window.
Great, this would attract attention and he dashed out of the shop, using his smaller size to slip up behind the armored assailant and his hand reached back for his weapon and his fingers closed around the handle of his gun.
"Why don't you back off?" he called at Norman and started to pull the weapon free, his finger tightening around the trigger.
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Post by Norman Osborn on May 17, 2015 21:55:21 GMT -5
Norman loved the rush he got from wearing the Goblin suit. He spent so much of his time out of it nowadays that being in it felt like a reward, a privilege that he had earned. But most of all, it felt like home. The Goblin mask grinned a mischievously, bloodthristy, dream--haunting smile as Senator Newman struggled to get away, her body in no condition to do so. Norman was enjoying his moment, but knew he needed to speed things up - time was precious. The longer he lingered, the higher chance one of the annoying heroes would appear and try and stop him. 'Try' being the operative word.
However, Norman's head spun as he heard a voice near him. He had been so engrossed in the moment that he hadn't noticed anyone approaching. A foolish, rookie mistake. But Norman didn't see anyone until he looked down to see a metallic barrel aimed at him, the device spinning and glowing as it readied to fire. Piloting the device was a small raccoon standing on its hind legs, sharp, animal teeth scowling at Norman, who narrowed his eyes at the being, studying it. He knew immediately who it was - Rocket Raccoon, a member of the infamous 'Guardians of the Galaxy,' an intergalactic peacekeeping corp. Norman had never met the creature before - in fact, the only person he had met was Star Lord, many years ago. Norman may have his hands everywhere at once, but space is something he dared not to meddle with. There was enough on the Earth, even just in New York, to worry about at any given moment.
But Rocket's appearance did mean one thing - this crisis not only affected the people present in New York whenever it happened, it also affected those from outsidew the city. Even in the far reaches of space - and that was a good piece of information to gather.
But Norman's thoughts again shifted in an instant, thinking about Rocket again. About his technology, his experiences, his...uniqueness. After all, it's not everyday you see a talking raccoon.
"I'm sorry - I didn't see you there. I'm a little busy right now - why don't you come back later?" He gestured with his hand towards the Senator. "To clean up the body? HAHAHAHA!" Norman tilted his head back and let out evil laugh, then faced the raccoon again, removing the razor bat from the Senator's throat. He took a small step towards Rocket. "But I must admit, I'm...curious. Why do you care about her? Hm?" Norman leaned forward a little to give Rocket his attention. "After all, I'm sure you have better things to do than worry about the well being of a complete stranger, right, "Rocket Raccoon"?" Norman used air quotes when saying the name. "That's right - I know who you are, and I know that you usually have bigger problems to worry about than what's going on here on Earth."
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Post by Rocket Raccoon on May 24, 2015 18:45:54 GMT -5
"Freakin' Quill and his big damn hero routine" the raccoon found himself thinking. What had that humie done to him, making him want to play some of fracking hero all of a sudden? He frowned as he also found himself remembering the tiny surge of actually feeling good about saving people instead of hunting them down for the price on their head, and maybe this could kind of make up for not being able to save Saal.
Rocket reached back for the gun he was carrying around on his back. Grabbing hold of the handle, he whipped it out and took a second to steady the weapon before he swung it around and rested it on one shoulder. His intentions were more of a scare tactic and a low whirring hum implied that he was powering it up, he kept his finger on the trigger and the barrel pointed straight ahead at the target.
He had let his professional side take over despite the fact he had barely been in this line of work long enough. Yet it was at times like that he found himself needing to put up with selected slurs.
"Don't know how you know my name but I got no idea who you are, and you wanna do this the hard way. Suits me, you fracker" he spat then dropped into a crouch and launched himself forward and off the ground a little, whamming into the guy's lower chest.
The green guy was wearing some kind of armor so this was just to serve as a distraction tactic, allowing the woman he had been targeting to get away or to safety. He may hate what had been done to him but it was those very same modifications that had helped right now, his cybernetic skeleton giving him a bit more durability.
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Post by Norman Osborn on Jun 7, 2015 21:11:54 GMT -5
Norman studied Rocket's movements - though the creature looked like a raccoon, it was very clear that it was much more. Rocket moved with the skill of a human, his animal body not hindering his prowess on two feet. It was fascinating to Norman, actually. He had never really looked much into Rocket, or the "Guardians of the Galaxy" except what he knew from notes and records here and there. In any case, maybe there was something he could learn from them. Norman smirked as the raccoon spat - it didn't seem like he was much for long conversations. Which was fine with Norman - the faster he dealt with this minor road bump, the faster he could deal with Senator Newman, and the faster he could leave. He knew the police would be there at some point, and that kind of attention may bring the incessant heroes with it.
Suddenly, the animal flew at Norman, a snarl on its face showing feral teeth. Norman was caught off guard by the mammal's speed and braced himself as well as he could before the foe slammed into his chest, the impact of its skull causing Norman to stumble backwards. Norman got himself on balance in an instant, the blow diminished by his body armor. Still, he felt the attack, and knew that Rocket would probably leverage his size and speed to fight.
Norman took a quick mental note of that and stood back up tall and straight. He smiled and took a quick glance over at the Senator, who was now closer to Rocket than the Goblin. Norman had to wonder why Rocket was getting involved. After all, in what little he did know about the Guardians, he knew they were more or less some space misfits, and Rocket wasn't exactly one to care about Earth's fate, let alone the civilians living on it.
"Well aren't you the fierce one." Norman reached into his bag and pulled out a grinning pumpkin bomb. "And here I was trying to have a nice conversation. There is just no appreciation for chit-chat these days." Norman clicked the top of the bomb, causing it to glow, and tossed it at the animal, aiming right for his enemy. "But we can do things your way! HAHAHA!" He knew the animal would most likely dodge, but there was a certain enjoyment of playing with your proverbial food.
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Post by Rocket Raccoon on Jun 8, 2015 18:58:21 GMT -5
As the armored human turned his attention away from their first target, the raccoon's eyes narrowed and his lips drew away from his teeth. Rocket found himself bristling, his ears flattening against his skull and his lips curling away from his teeth a little as he rubbed at his head and backed away. In the distance, sirens could be heard approaching their location and he moved to keep himself between the woman and the psycho seeming to be after her.
Keeping up the distraction tactic as the woman crawled off towards the shelter of a coffee shop, he snarled then aimed and fired down at the guy's leg, half-testing the green armor's strength. This may not work but if he couldn't walk or stand up, he couldn't attack.
Rocket found himself bristling as the green guy's words, his ears flattening against his skull and his lips curling away from his teeth a little. The raccoon eyed the other goons then shifted as his nostrils flared a little like he was glancing around to see what his next move would be. He wasn't left waiting long.
Tensing and using his gun as a baseball bat and knocked the bomb right about at Norman, he primed his laser canon. The next thing the armor-clad guy knew, a blast of electricity had whammed into his torso. Rocket had moved forward and pointed the weapon at Norman's' face, his finger tightening on the trigger as a precaution "Go ahead, try something - I dare ya and I'm doubtin' your kind of conversation is the type we allow or one the humie lady wants to have"
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