Pocket System
- Thread starter theaceoffire
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Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
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- Alta California
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- They/Them
Y'all seem to be forgetting with SCP material that we could just visit the Wanderers Library or Three Portlands or such instead of making the amateure hour mistake putting ourselves directly in the path of the foundation.
Really I'd love to see more cross pocket type/ mobile wainscot type shenanigan's so if he visits realms inside of realms or however these things tend to work then I would be satisfied.
Then again at this point I'd even take a sanctimonious lecture hosted by the magical wazzits of Stawberryland or Rainbowland over this sort of caustic paranoia.
Really I'd love to see more cross pocket type/ mobile wainscot type shenanigan's so if he visits realms inside of realms or however these things tend to work then I would be satisfied.
Then again at this point I'd even take a sanctimonious lecture hosted by the magical wazzits of Stawberryland or Rainbowland over this sort of caustic paranoia.
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Dumb ways to die... So many dumb ways to die.
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[[Selected Node designated; System connection reestablished.]]
[[Deployment module activated.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
John was floating without existing. Odd.
[[Detected the following Incarnation options.]]
Huh? Oh, the Deployment module was working to pick an incarnation target!
Um, let's see here… A near infinite list of kids and infants, which was both depressing and not ideal. Please filter these out in the future, alright? Unless the Realm REALLY wants John to be someone in there, he'd like to avoid growing up from scratch.
There, that's better… Also, filter out anyone with close relationships. Stepping into someone else's family, especially since John would be REPLACING them instead of merging, felt like a shit move.
Good, it was a significantly shorter list but still stupid long.
Hmm. Could you sort them by how 'important' they are to the Realm itself? At least as far as Fate, Lore, and all that is concerned.
Everything shifted… Right, let's pick something a good way down from the top. Just a few in the middle... Preferably someone old, and that no one would miss or notice if their behavior suddenly shifted, thank you.
Still a few hundred options… Uh, out of these people, which one is the biggest jerk? Or was, I guess.
Right, I'm going with this dude then!
[[Selection Confirmed. Deploying HOST.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
GASP!
"...Holy shit, we HAVEN'T lost him! I need twenty cc's of…"
Wow this hurt.
"...no IDEA how he's stabilizing, but I'll take it…"
"Call back ALL the staff, we haven't lost him yet!"
Any background? Memories to work with? Who am I, currently?
"Keep breathing with me, Mr. Wickles! Nice and slow…"
Oh, very helpful… John was Jeremiah Wickles.
He began to ignore the ongoing chaos around him as he tried to remember who exactly Jeremiah was… Besides the fragments of understanding insisting first and foremost: He was a crotchety old grumpy man. REALLY old, at least from John's point of view.
As John tried to gather what he could from the heavily damaged brain matter that was struggling to live, a lot of very competent people were bustling around him doing some very complicated things… Huh.
Apparently he was a RICH and crotchety old grumpy man. One who paid a LOT for good medical care, and was currently receiving it.
Wonder what brought him here to the emergency room… Old age?
His damaged body twitched slightly as surgery continued.
And John blinked as he stumbled upon the most likely memory, based on the raw echo of rage that still tried to connect itself to that dying thought.
…Holy shit.
Old man Wickles actually had a heart attack of RAGE due to some people he didn't personally know. People who also didn't know Mr. Wickles in return.
But they had basically caused this old man to rage out and die because they were being praised on TV. For helping to rescue some people during a flood.
By using their mutant powers.
And that had been enough. Jeremiah Wickles had choked on his own hatred and DIED because of someone doing something good somewhere HE'D never visit for not being 'American' enough.
Not even because of their message or even ACTIONS, but because of HOW they saved those people.
…Apparently Jeremiah Wickles was a very old, very rich, very vocal supporter of a group called 'Friends of Humanity.'
And having gained near infinite resources and free time, had dedicated the end years of his life just spraying hate over an entire chunk of the world's population.
…Was this old asshole racist or speciesist? He was clearly SOME kind of -ist here, although he was perfectly happy to hate you no matter what OTHER traits you happened to have.
God, what a dick.
At least he was so unlikable even his 'supporters' didn't really like to interact with him, so slipping into this new persona shouldn't be that difficult.
Not that John was going to CONTINUE acting like this asshat.
From what few memories he could gather, all this hate wasn't even FROM this old guy to begin with! It was sort of absorbed from hanging around other terrorist assholes and just accepting whatever bullshit they were selling.
Towards the end of it all, even his own memories were muddled and unclear, making it not obvious at all why he was so convinced that random statements like 'Mutants are stealing our children' and stuff were so 'true' and some such…
He was more groomed and guided towards hatred. Hatred, and of course, donating LOTS and lots of money to help them 'save humanity' and 'protect our country' and blah blah blah.
…Apparently a lack of an emotional supporting structure, loneliness, and constant television propaganda had just warped his view of the world to horrific levels. Truth was considered 'more liberal lies', facts were 'planted evidence', personal encounters were 'attempts to subvert fellow freedom fighters'.
What a shit show.
"...no effect, we need to increase the dose. Mr. Wickles, can you hear me?"
Yep. "grrl."
"I'm just going to give you a bit more pain killer and something to help you relax, alright?"
Sure. "grrl."
"Alright, count with me down from ten… Ten?"
Ten. "grrl." Nine. "gr…rl." Eigh…
~~~Pocket System~~~
The mental conference room was watching with concern.
Jessica pulled up the medical data. "What are our options?"
Grace sighed. "Limited. As part of this transfer test, my Lord only has access to a secured Pocket space limited to this one Realm while we are here. When we leave it can all merge back after a security scan, but until then we can't do much to help."
Temptation snorted. "YOU can't, perhaps, but I like to think outside the box." She pulled up some infiltration modules with a smug grin! "I bet THESE will be of some use!"
Jessica carefully looked over the new data. "I don't understand any of this."
Grace on the other hand lit up with relief! "The assassination protocols, of course!"
Wait, what!? Jessica stared at the now FAR more scary screens harder. "Explain that now. Please."
Temptation hummed. "When I'm infiltrating outside of standard locations, my resources are VERY limited. The assassination protocols are a set of modules designed to manipulate matter, energy, and various types of signals with as little interaction as possible. Hopefully avoiding being noticed in the process."
Grace was already typing away madly. "These protocols are VERY slow compared to what we are used to working with when it comes to modules we normally use, but they are subtle enough that we SHOULD be able to begin forcing John's new Body into full recovery… Eventually. It will be slow and painful, as old dying organs and flesh break down and regrow, but EVENTUALLY he will grow far healthier than the mess he is right now."
Jessica couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she glanced at Temptation. "But these are called 'Assassination protocols'?"
The black beauty grinned, saying nothing.
Fair enough. "Don't use them in any way that would cause John to regret giving you this level of trust."
That caused the demoness to pause, but still give a solemn nod.
Right. "What can we do to help John while he is still under the watch of so many medical professionals?"
Grace was typing away madly. "I'm going to be boosting the power of medications used, directing the treatments DIRECTLY towards problem areas, and helping my Lord stay asleep through it all. Hopefully."
Sigh… Better than nothing. "Let me know if I can help at all… Damn, I wish I could at least deploy my agent teams for some recon... Stupid testing scenario lockdown policy."
Jessica carefully didn't think about how it was mostly HER idea to set that policy up.
Just because it was logical and reasonable didn't mean it felt GOOD to just watch her (Now OLDER) brother suffer like this.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John couldn't help but grin when the nice nurse brought him dinner. "Are those APPLE slices!?"
The woman for some reason seemed set back by that. "Um… Yes?"
Oh ho! "I LOVE apple slices!" Now to just… Just… "I seem to be unable to move my right arm."
She seemed bemused now. "It would be difficult while wearing a cast, yes."
Huh?
John glanced down and… Wow. "I'm like a mummy! But one covered in plaster or something, not like the toilet paper ones." Wait. "I thought they did surgery on my chest?" They did, right?
The woman hummed as she carefully moved a tray over the bed so he could better access the food she was placing down. "When you first fell from your heart attack, you landed poorly on this arm. We have to be more careful as we age, because it becomes easier to get hurt!"
Meanwhile he was too distracted by his arm cast. "Seriously though, how did I NOT notice this thing earlier? I know I woke up a few hours ago, shouldn't this… Oh. I'm on the GOOD drugs! Damn, this stuff is powerful."
The nice lady seemed to be holding back a snicker. "As you say, Mr. Wickles. Would you like me to refresh your water?"
His free left hand managed to pick up one of the apple slices with only minor amounts of wobbling and more than a bit of effort... Signs of improvement! "Yes please, and thank you."
Mmm, apple! Tasted like it might have been cut a while back though… It was still delicious!
The woman nodded as she turned to leave. "From what I've been informed, your personal medical staff will be bringing you back to your local home in a couple of days after we are sure you are fully stabilized and safe to transport. In the meantime, hit the buzzer if you need anything! I'll be right back."
What a nice nurse! Now, let's see about having another slice of apple. Mmm!
Unfortunately, the room itself was not nearly as interesting as this snack. For obvious reasons, anything 'stimulating' was banned, so no television or internet or… Anything really. But at least there was some soothing classical music he could zone out to for now…
Oh well, he'd make due. Thankfully, as he said: These were the GOOD drugs. Zoning out for a few days was both trivial and fascinating when on this stuff! Heh.
Mmm, apple. Nom nom nom.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Somewhere they frowned at the information and picked up a phone.
Eventually the asset picked up. "Yes sir?"
Checking once more, he focused. "Jeremiah Wickles survived and is now in recovery."
The line went into stunned silence before cursing began. "How the FUCK did that old asshole live through that!? I dosed his house with TRIPLE the required concentration of gas, it took HOURS to decontaminate it all and clean up the evidence!"
He tapped the desk. "Your approach and follow through are not in question. All medical data had marked him as unsalvageable, and he passed while under the knife as expected."
That broke up the cursing on the line. "Then how did they manage to resuscitate him AND give him the needed antidote before brain death!? Fuck, how did they even know WHICH antidote to go with, half of the standard shit is designed to complicate my stuff if they get it wrong!"
Sigh. "They did not know. No one detected the gas agent you applied, and it has dispersed from Mr. Wickles entirely before the more advanced blood work was processed. It can be used "
That brought another moment of blessed silence. "Wait, no one caught the poisoning!? How'd they treat the damn thing in time then, replace his entire blood supply!? Shit balls, if my new 'medicine' wasn't treated directly, then that old fuck should have NEVER survived, period. I don't care how many times he was 'brought back', he should have kicked the bucket right after!"
With a hum, he mentally agreed. "According to the acquired information, the target managed to be temporarily resuscitated seven times before Doctors called the time of death. At which point, Mr. Wickles apparently just… Got better. They even had to reapply the sedatives, as he nearly woke up entirely while still on the table."
As the impossibility was processed by the asset, he checked for any updates with no results. "Shit. The racist fuck didn't unlock some sort of mutant ability, did he?"
No, that had been considered. "He still lacks the X-Gene. All evidence shows this to be some sort of 'miraculous happenstance'."
A snort form the line. "Some fucking miracle. 'Let's save the rich asshole, because why the fuck not!' Seriously, all that work for nothing…"
Well, not quite. "This brings me to why I am contacting you so early. The next steps that must be taken."
The man grunted. "THIS attempt was after MONTHS of research and infiltration! And that was with no warnings or suspicion, I can't pull a job like this on a target twice in a row. That would just be suicide."
Fair enough, but that assumption missed the mark. "Then consider yourself lucky that we are marking your most recent mission as 'accomplished', I suppose. We need you to go to ground, at least professionally, for at least seven months until we need you once more for future activities."
The confusion was obvious. "Wait, what? But I thought the old fuck lived?"
He glanced at the documents. "After seven mortal passings, yes. Brain damage is confirmed, and we wish to document the extent of such before taking further actions. Depending on our fortune, he may simply fall into a completely 'natural' coma at this point…"
Not the best ending to be sure, but certainly worth the funds allocated to such. "Regardless, you have been notified and your account has a new untraceable deposit. Seven months or longer, no activity. Understood?"
A far less stressful laugh came over the wire. "Yeah, after this payday? No prob, boss! Let me know after that when you need more wet work again."
Oh yes, such assets were always required. "It shall be done."
He hung up the phone, moving it to the reformatting pile, and picked up the next 'burner phone' to dial the next number from memory.
After all, there was always more work to do.
[[Deployment module activated.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
John was floating without existing. Odd.
[[Detected the following Incarnation options.]]
Huh? Oh, the Deployment module was working to pick an incarnation target!
Um, let's see here… A near infinite list of kids and infants, which was both depressing and not ideal. Please filter these out in the future, alright? Unless the Realm REALLY wants John to be someone in there, he'd like to avoid growing up from scratch.
There, that's better… Also, filter out anyone with close relationships. Stepping into someone else's family, especially since John would be REPLACING them instead of merging, felt like a shit move.
Good, it was a significantly shorter list but still stupid long.
Hmm. Could you sort them by how 'important' they are to the Realm itself? At least as far as Fate, Lore, and all that is concerned.
Everything shifted… Right, let's pick something a good way down from the top. Just a few in the middle... Preferably someone old, and that no one would miss or notice if their behavior suddenly shifted, thank you.
Still a few hundred options… Uh, out of these people, which one is the biggest jerk? Or was, I guess.
Right, I'm going with this dude then!
[[Selection Confirmed. Deploying HOST.]]
~~~Pocket System~~~
GASP!
"...Holy shit, we HAVEN'T lost him! I need twenty cc's of…"
Wow this hurt.
"...no IDEA how he's stabilizing, but I'll take it…"
"Call back ALL the staff, we haven't lost him yet!"
Any background? Memories to work with? Who am I, currently?
"Keep breathing with me, Mr. Wickles! Nice and slow…"
Oh, very helpful… John was Jeremiah Wickles.
He began to ignore the ongoing chaos around him as he tried to remember who exactly Jeremiah was… Besides the fragments of understanding insisting first and foremost: He was a crotchety old grumpy man. REALLY old, at least from John's point of view.
As John tried to gather what he could from the heavily damaged brain matter that was struggling to live, a lot of very competent people were bustling around him doing some very complicated things… Huh.
Apparently he was a RICH and crotchety old grumpy man. One who paid a LOT for good medical care, and was currently receiving it.
Wonder what brought him here to the emergency room… Old age?
His damaged body twitched slightly as surgery continued.
And John blinked as he stumbled upon the most likely memory, based on the raw echo of rage that still tried to connect itself to that dying thought.
…Holy shit.
Old man Wickles actually had a heart attack of RAGE due to some people he didn't personally know. People who also didn't know Mr. Wickles in return.
But they had basically caused this old man to rage out and die because they were being praised on TV. For helping to rescue some people during a flood.
By using their mutant powers.
And that had been enough. Jeremiah Wickles had choked on his own hatred and DIED because of someone doing something good somewhere HE'D never visit for not being 'American' enough.
Not even because of their message or even ACTIONS, but because of HOW they saved those people.
…Apparently Jeremiah Wickles was a very old, very rich, very vocal supporter of a group called 'Friends of Humanity.'
And having gained near infinite resources and free time, had dedicated the end years of his life just spraying hate over an entire chunk of the world's population.
…Was this old asshole racist or speciesist? He was clearly SOME kind of -ist here, although he was perfectly happy to hate you no matter what OTHER traits you happened to have.
God, what a dick.
At least he was so unlikable even his 'supporters' didn't really like to interact with him, so slipping into this new persona shouldn't be that difficult.
Not that John was going to CONTINUE acting like this asshat.
From what few memories he could gather, all this hate wasn't even FROM this old guy to begin with! It was sort of absorbed from hanging around other terrorist assholes and just accepting whatever bullshit they were selling.
Towards the end of it all, even his own memories were muddled and unclear, making it not obvious at all why he was so convinced that random statements like 'Mutants are stealing our children' and stuff were so 'true' and some such…
He was more groomed and guided towards hatred. Hatred, and of course, donating LOTS and lots of money to help them 'save humanity' and 'protect our country' and blah blah blah.
…Apparently a lack of an emotional supporting structure, loneliness, and constant television propaganda had just warped his view of the world to horrific levels. Truth was considered 'more liberal lies', facts were 'planted evidence', personal encounters were 'attempts to subvert fellow freedom fighters'.
What a shit show.
"...no effect, we need to increase the dose. Mr. Wickles, can you hear me?"
Yep. "grrl."
"I'm just going to give you a bit more pain killer and something to help you relax, alright?"
Sure. "grrl."
"Alright, count with me down from ten… Ten?"
Ten. "grrl." Nine. "gr…rl." Eigh…
~~~Pocket System~~~
The mental conference room was watching with concern.
Jessica pulled up the medical data. "What are our options?"
Grace sighed. "Limited. As part of this transfer test, my Lord only has access to a secured Pocket space limited to this one Realm while we are here. When we leave it can all merge back after a security scan, but until then we can't do much to help."
Temptation snorted. "YOU can't, perhaps, but I like to think outside the box." She pulled up some infiltration modules with a smug grin! "I bet THESE will be of some use!"
Jessica carefully looked over the new data. "I don't understand any of this."
Grace on the other hand lit up with relief! "The assassination protocols, of course!"
Wait, what!? Jessica stared at the now FAR more scary screens harder. "Explain that now. Please."
Temptation hummed. "When I'm infiltrating outside of standard locations, my resources are VERY limited. The assassination protocols are a set of modules designed to manipulate matter, energy, and various types of signals with as little interaction as possible. Hopefully avoiding being noticed in the process."
Grace was already typing away madly. "These protocols are VERY slow compared to what we are used to working with when it comes to modules we normally use, but they are subtle enough that we SHOULD be able to begin forcing John's new Body into full recovery… Eventually. It will be slow and painful, as old dying organs and flesh break down and regrow, but EVENTUALLY he will grow far healthier than the mess he is right now."
Jessica couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she glanced at Temptation. "But these are called 'Assassination protocols'?"
The black beauty grinned, saying nothing.
Fair enough. "Don't use them in any way that would cause John to regret giving you this level of trust."
That caused the demoness to pause, but still give a solemn nod.
Right. "What can we do to help John while he is still under the watch of so many medical professionals?"
Grace was typing away madly. "I'm going to be boosting the power of medications used, directing the treatments DIRECTLY towards problem areas, and helping my Lord stay asleep through it all. Hopefully."
Sigh… Better than nothing. "Let me know if I can help at all… Damn, I wish I could at least deploy my agent teams for some recon... Stupid testing scenario lockdown policy."
Jessica carefully didn't think about how it was mostly HER idea to set that policy up.
Just because it was logical and reasonable didn't mean it felt GOOD to just watch her (Now OLDER) brother suffer like this.
~~~Pocket System~~~
John couldn't help but grin when the nice nurse brought him dinner. "Are those APPLE slices!?"
The woman for some reason seemed set back by that. "Um… Yes?"
Oh ho! "I LOVE apple slices!" Now to just… Just… "I seem to be unable to move my right arm."
She seemed bemused now. "It would be difficult while wearing a cast, yes."
Huh?
John glanced down and… Wow. "I'm like a mummy! But one covered in plaster or something, not like the toilet paper ones." Wait. "I thought they did surgery on my chest?" They did, right?
The woman hummed as she carefully moved a tray over the bed so he could better access the food she was placing down. "When you first fell from your heart attack, you landed poorly on this arm. We have to be more careful as we age, because it becomes easier to get hurt!"
Meanwhile he was too distracted by his arm cast. "Seriously though, how did I NOT notice this thing earlier? I know I woke up a few hours ago, shouldn't this… Oh. I'm on the GOOD drugs! Damn, this stuff is powerful."
The nice lady seemed to be holding back a snicker. "As you say, Mr. Wickles. Would you like me to refresh your water?"
His free left hand managed to pick up one of the apple slices with only minor amounts of wobbling and more than a bit of effort... Signs of improvement! "Yes please, and thank you."
Mmm, apple! Tasted like it might have been cut a while back though… It was still delicious!
The woman nodded as she turned to leave. "From what I've been informed, your personal medical staff will be bringing you back to your local home in a couple of days after we are sure you are fully stabilized and safe to transport. In the meantime, hit the buzzer if you need anything! I'll be right back."
What a nice nurse! Now, let's see about having another slice of apple. Mmm!
Unfortunately, the room itself was not nearly as interesting as this snack. For obvious reasons, anything 'stimulating' was banned, so no television or internet or… Anything really. But at least there was some soothing classical music he could zone out to for now…
Oh well, he'd make due. Thankfully, as he said: These were the GOOD drugs. Zoning out for a few days was both trivial and fascinating when on this stuff! Heh.
Mmm, apple. Nom nom nom.
~~~Pocket System~~~
Somewhere they frowned at the information and picked up a phone.
Eventually the asset picked up. "Yes sir?"
Checking once more, he focused. "Jeremiah Wickles survived and is now in recovery."
The line went into stunned silence before cursing began. "How the FUCK did that old asshole live through that!? I dosed his house with TRIPLE the required concentration of gas, it took HOURS to decontaminate it all and clean up the evidence!"
He tapped the desk. "Your approach and follow through are not in question. All medical data had marked him as unsalvageable, and he passed while under the knife as expected."
That broke up the cursing on the line. "Then how did they manage to resuscitate him AND give him the needed antidote before brain death!? Fuck, how did they even know WHICH antidote to go with, half of the standard shit is designed to complicate my stuff if they get it wrong!"
Sigh. "They did not know. No one detected the gas agent you applied, and it has dispersed from Mr. Wickles entirely before the more advanced blood work was processed. It can be used "
That brought another moment of blessed silence. "Wait, no one caught the poisoning!? How'd they treat the damn thing in time then, replace his entire blood supply!? Shit balls, if my new 'medicine' wasn't treated directly, then that old fuck should have NEVER survived, period. I don't care how many times he was 'brought back', he should have kicked the bucket right after!"
With a hum, he mentally agreed. "According to the acquired information, the target managed to be temporarily resuscitated seven times before Doctors called the time of death. At which point, Mr. Wickles apparently just… Got better. They even had to reapply the sedatives, as he nearly woke up entirely while still on the table."
As the impossibility was processed by the asset, he checked for any updates with no results. "Shit. The racist fuck didn't unlock some sort of mutant ability, did he?"
No, that had been considered. "He still lacks the X-Gene. All evidence shows this to be some sort of 'miraculous happenstance'."
A snort form the line. "Some fucking miracle. 'Let's save the rich asshole, because why the fuck not!' Seriously, all that work for nothing…"
Well, not quite. "This brings me to why I am contacting you so early. The next steps that must be taken."
The man grunted. "THIS attempt was after MONTHS of research and infiltration! And that was with no warnings or suspicion, I can't pull a job like this on a target twice in a row. That would just be suicide."
Fair enough, but that assumption missed the mark. "Then consider yourself lucky that we are marking your most recent mission as 'accomplished', I suppose. We need you to go to ground, at least professionally, for at least seven months until we need you once more for future activities."
The confusion was obvious. "Wait, what? But I thought the old fuck lived?"
He glanced at the documents. "After seven mortal passings, yes. Brain damage is confirmed, and we wish to document the extent of such before taking further actions. Depending on our fortune, he may simply fall into a completely 'natural' coma at this point…"
Not the best ending to be sure, but certainly worth the funds allocated to such. "Regardless, you have been notified and your account has a new untraceable deposit. Seven months or longer, no activity. Understood?"
A far less stressful laugh came over the wire. "Yeah, after this payday? No prob, boss! Let me know after that when you need more wet work again."
Oh yes, such assets were always required. "It shall be done."
He hung up the phone, moving it to the reformatting pile, and picked up the next 'burner phone' to dial the next number from memory.
After all, there was always more work to do.
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Marvel.. eh?. That seems most interesting. Eagerly awaiting the upcoming shenanigans
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Yeah, I also found it hilarious that when the system was looking for old man, it seems to have defaulted to 'Old Man' Winkles.
I double checked, this one's just an odd coincidence. No Scooby or anything similar as far as I can tell... Needless to say, I'm glad that there's no crossover with the Velma show or something either.
I double checked, this one's just an odd coincidence. No Scooby or anything similar as far as I can tell... Needless to say, I'm glad that there's no crossover with the Velma show or something either.
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You added a random string to the end of the Velma hyperlink destination. it should go here: Velma (TV series) - Wikipedia, without the CBwQAQ&usg=AOvVaw3IcQfeqsOM1qmbW0uaTv_v.
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Yeah…. This would be why I'd be against taking "over" someone else's life.
I'd find it funny if this Jeremiah Wickles and the entire Scooby Doo thing did happen within a Marvel setting. The only real difference is that classic Scobby Doo has lots of areas that are run down or just economically failing.
Jeremiah Wickles being a major sponsor of FoH could have many that wanted him taken out. Depending on how his will is set up, I'm curious where the money would go.
I have to shake my head amused at how this would look from a distance. It's like someone will give him a dip in the fountain of youth and a dose of Wolverine's regen. Just how much did the guy pay for his medical coverage?
After a week, he'd be past Captain America level's of peak human.
It'll still look like the old coot is senile though and lost most of who he was. He is thrilled with playing with apple slices, but what's most odd? The guy is actually happy now. The first time he must have smiled in decades.
Jeremiah Wickles being a major sponsor of FoH could have many that wanted him taken out. Depending on how his will is set up, I'm curious where the money would go.
I have to shake my head amused at how this would look from a distance. It's like someone will give him a dip in the fountain of youth and a dose of Wolverine's regen. Just how much did the guy pay for his medical coverage?
After a week, he'd be past Captain America level's of peak human.
It'll still look like the old coot is senile though and lost most of who he was. He is thrilled with playing with apple slices, but what's most odd? The guy is actually happy now. The first time he must have smiled in decades.
Wonder how long it'll take for John to inadvertently remove from the board those that assassinated who he took over? Well, provided that Temptation doesn't find a way to manage it herself, via some other Protocols.
Having said group be humiliated by being shown out and out as, unintentionally on their part, justifying some of the hatred that they want to 'stop' would be a satisfying arc. John just straight up funding a new team, for non-combatant mutants, different from the X-men, and possibly siphoning off from all sides. (I mean, it's obvious he wouldn't be able to recruit Magneto, but general low level people that are looking more for safety? That kind of person.)
Though John might end up having an effect if that stupid explanation of the psychic parasite exists in this stop. Or was it a virus. The one that the x-gene made people immune to it. Because that somehow is the only explanation.
John just finding that outfit packed away, that Winkle's remaining memories didn't really recall. Would at least explain somewhat why the extreme reaction against him, rather than just the funding thing.
Having said group be humiliated by being shown out and out as, unintentionally on their part, justifying some of the hatred that they want to 'stop' would be a satisfying arc. John just straight up funding a new team, for non-combatant mutants, different from the X-men, and possibly siphoning off from all sides. (I mean, it's obvious he wouldn't be able to recruit Magneto, but general low level people that are looking more for safety? That kind of person.)
Though John might end up having an effect if that stupid explanation of the psychic parasite exists in this stop. Or was it a virus. The one that the x-gene made people immune to it. Because that somehow is the only explanation.
So John isn't going to superhero as the Black Knight? Protecting people that Winkles would be against before being replaced.
John just finding that outfit packed away, that Winkle's remaining memories didn't really recall. Would at least explain somewhat why the extreme reaction against him, rather than just the funding thing.
Mr. Cloak
Orchestrator of Paradoxical Apocalypse
- Pronouns
- I
Some people are going to get very confused or irritated. Love this show!
This made me laugh so damn hard I lost control of my nausea.
You can put 'made someone laugh so hard they threw up' on your resume now.
This made me laugh so damn hard I lost control of my nausea.
You can put 'made someone laugh so hard they threw up' on your resume now.
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Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
I apologize for the vomit comet but won't for the comment
Not every day someone tries to do a hulk impression and epic fails into being the new incarnation of a reality hopping space flea from nowhere
- Location
- Planet Earth
Now i'm kinda hopeful that this is before the Ancient One dies, and that she and the MC become friends... Would be fun to see her join in on the adventure as an alternative to her just dying...
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Yeah, this is probably not a Scooby Doo crossover.
It's actually worse.
Why? DC has at least one confirmned shared Universe with Scooby Doo because of Batman: The Brave & The Bold.
That crossover? Most likely with the Mystery Inc. version of the gang. Where the ghosts are real and Shaggy and Velma are dating and parents and siblings actually have roles and the story actually has story progression... and.. well... I wish they would sell the box set in germany. T_T
In short? If anyone skipped the Mystery Inc. incarnation ? Watch that.
So, why dis worse then any regular Marvel?
Marvel & DC are basically run by brother entities that sleep and dream, if they notice each other crossovers happen, if they wake up and really notice each other?
Their multiverses start merging.
As in Batman (NOT Bruce Wayne) and Wolverine merge and Tim Drake and Jubilee do as well...
So, any crossover that got both Marvel & DC? Unless there is some heavy editing to the background of how EVERYTHING hangs together is a hair away from multiversal collapse into a new multiverse.
I wonder if the ladies keep getting "Access denied" error messages. 🤔
It's actually worse.
Why? DC has at least one confirmned shared Universe with Scooby Doo because of Batman: The Brave & The Bold.
That crossover? Most likely with the Mystery Inc. version of the gang. Where the ghosts are real and Shaggy and Velma are dating and parents and siblings actually have roles and the story actually has story progression... and.. well... I wish they would sell the box set in germany. T_T
In short? If anyone skipped the Mystery Inc. incarnation ? Watch that.
So, why dis worse then any regular Marvel?
Marvel & DC are basically run by brother entities that sleep and dream, if they notice each other crossovers happen, if they wake up and really notice each other?
Their multiverses start merging.
As in Batman (NOT Bruce Wayne) and Wolverine merge and Tim Drake and Jubilee do as well...
So, any crossover that got both Marvel & DC? Unless there is some heavy editing to the background of how EVERYTHING hangs together is a hair away from multiversal collapse into a new multiverse.
I wonder if the ladies keep getting "Access denied" error messages. 🤔
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
It is a hive-mind bacteria that can also rapidly replicate to take control of people, but for some reason only one person at a time. And can't "let go" of a host. And also it is ONLY the X-gene that makes people immune, and not the Gamma gene that makes the various Hulks, or any of the various "enhancile" or "mutate" heroes that have enhanced immune systems among other powers, or the aliens, or the gods, or the alien gods, or the sorcerers that regularly mystically cleanse themselves. Not even Star Lord, who canonically is half-celestial, is immune, while Mutants are some tiny fraction Celestial are (the most recent explanation I have seen for the X-gene is it coming from the blood of the Celestial that Odin and his Avengers of 10k BC killed).
Also, it is called Sublime.
Im wondering how the girls are going to get intredused? Allso a good way go explaine there aperence and the old man recovery is rathere self explanatory after all ones a devil the others a angel and the sister could be shuhornd in as a persinal asistant to aid recovery xd
They aren't here for this trip. Also I fixed all the spelling errors.
Awww I was hoping that John would find his old black knight Armor and go out for some fun and frights.
Perhaps it could be an omake? I mean imagine it. John: what's this, an old suit of medieval armor in my humble abode (old rich dude manor). Imma try it on. Proceeds to get stuck in armor and stumbles about the countryside terrorizing the local population with the idea that the BLACK KNIGHT had returned for REVENGE!!!!
- Location
- Paradise, Hawaii
Is this gonna be a sideline of "Six Million dollars man" as in "We have the Technology" type?
He is a Bitter Old Man that will be Youthened as parts are replaced or regenerated?
Will someone try to clone him? He has money but will someone try blood samples?
Local house will merge with [home]?
He is a Bitter Old Man that will be Youthened as parts are replaced or regenerated?
Will someone try to clone him? He has money but will someone try blood samples?
Local house will merge with [home]?
16 characters
Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
- Location
- Alta California
- Pronouns
- They/Them
So important question that I feel like a dunce for not knowing/recalling the answer to, but... why does Jhons deployment module now require him to replace a person to enter a realm as opposed to building a body from scratch or local nonliving materials we've seen before or heck doing some bioalchemy whazzits and turning like a ficus into a humanoid enough body?
Also, I'm in for a treat since I know next to nothing about the Marvel universes.
Also, I'm in for a treat since I know next to nothing about the Marvel universes.