- Location
- Northern Ireland, UK
Welp, I just Binged this after finding it yesterday. Fucking Love it! Very happy to have found it!
Stark Transcendent (Iron Man/Marvel Quest)
- Thread starter Roarian
- Start date
Elementals? Johnny is fire and Grimm is earth, but what about Reed and Susan?
wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
Sue would be Air.
Reed would be Water.
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Susan isn't as maleable and flighty as the wind though. As for Reed, while he can bend and shape, he's still all one solid mass, which doesn't really work for water.
Reeds entire schtick is being flexible in both mind and body, so he's water. Susan's powers are all about invisible force, so she's wind. If you add in Dr. Doom, you even have the fifth element Metal/Man/Aether/Heart.
Edit: Stan Lee actually mentioned the Elements connection for the FF in an interview.
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Scify
It always starts with a lighthouse.
But what about wood?
- Location
- Netherlands
I am Groot!
pbluekan
Somethin's Fucky ...
- Location
- Trumpistan
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Omake: Stranger Things
The life of the Sorcerer Supreme was one of infinite contradictions. Living in the world, yet by necessity forever detached from it. Connected to the cosmic forces beyond normality's ken, but dwarfed by them in turn. Closely aware of time and Time, two different things entirely, but almost always unable to direct their actions.
A creature of the infinite, yet easily annoyed.
"Master Strange—"
"Doctor." You'd stopped keeping track of how many times you corrected people when you hit five digits, but you were quite sure half of them were devoted to adepts, the 'newbies' who were contradictions themselves—endlessly deferential, and ceaselessly belligerent. It had been one of your chief hopes today that you would be able to enter the Sanctum Sanctorum unmolested, but once again, you had barely made it into the atrium before having your hopes dashed. "What can I do for you?"
The adept clearly sensed your tone, but that unfortunately didn't stop her. "I wanted to know if some of us could be permitted to help with defendi—"
"No."
"Master—"
"No."
"Doctor Strange," the adept said with her own share of irritation, "we're sworn to help, and the city is in need of our help."
Were you ever this naïve or earnest? You hoped not. "The city always needs help, young lady. And it always rises to help itself. There is always a mad scientist, and there's a kid in spandex to stop him. There is always a criminal scheme, and there's a bulletproof man to stop it. There is always a nefarious plot, and a devil to derail it. We don't interfere in their affairs, because if they knew of our affairs, let alone interfered in them, chaos would ensue. Events beyond being solved with fists or acrobatics are our concern."
"But sir," and the young woman continued as you reflected to yourself, how blessed I am to be gifted with children who find it appropriate to lecture me. You decided to let her blow off some steam, and depending on how cross she got, you might or might not have decided to stomp on her. Then your half-listening ear tuned back in to the adept's words.
"And with Stark involved—"
Your attention was acquired. "Say that again?"
"Tony Stark is going to engage with some kind of monstrosity, sir, and, well, he's seeking the help of extraordinary people. I know we're charged with protecting Earth from otherworldly forces, but look at this thing, sir." The adept showed you a tablet, with footage she definitely didn't have clearance to be seeing, displaying a creature that might loosely be called a dragon. Had you not encountered the genuine article. "This abomination cannot be of this world. This city needs our help, sir, and we should provide it."
You quirked an eyebrow at the adept. "You feel strongly about this." It wasn't a question, though the young woman nodded. You sighed. "I had hoped for more time," you murmured absently. "Time to prepare, to build a relationship with Stark…"
You'd met him before. In a sense. Briefly. He'd saved the lives of several fellow scientists without any apparent sense of self-preservation, and afterwards there was a moment to make introductions. But the moment had passed, and you had since been waiting for another opportunity to ease your way into Stark's circle. With each of you taking on more responsibilities, though, it felt like time kept slipping through your fingers, and instead of entwining like you'd hoped, the lines of your respective lives were beginning to grow more and more distant.
You saw Wong walking upstairs, and you knew the time had run out. You called up to him, "Wait!"
Wong turned to look at you from his spot midway up the stairs. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?"
"Indeed, there is." You approached briskly, knowing time was of the essence. "I have one question, and one question alone," you spoke as you reached out with your magic, and propelled the entirety of the atrium into the Mirror Dimension.
"Where's Wong?"
Wong looked quite confused, as did the adept you'd unintentionally also drawn into the Mirror Dimension. "I don't understand your meaning, sir. I'm right here."
"No, you're not. And you haven't been for a long time."
He frowned at you, but you could sense a flicker of concern. There would be no backing down now.
The adept finally found her voice. "Master Strange, what is this about?"
You said nothing. The fact that you didn't automatically correct the adept to say 'Doctor' instead of 'Master' seemed to have caused the penny to drop, because he stopped protesting and started to move at you. Then he faltered and fell, as you caused the Mirror Dimension to start spinning like a top out of hell. The adept barely hung on for dear life, as you remained aloof and stationary, the eye of the dimensional storm.
"I must admit, the attention to detail is nothing short of astonishing. Your capture of his mannerisms, his dialect, thought processes, even his facial tics—it is most impressive. But while you can mimic his sorcery," you twitched a hand, and the world continued to spin madly as it turned upside down, "you're worse than an amateur." And you demonstrated that by making the walls start to twist on their own axes independent of the spinning world, making endless battering rams that smacked him around and around. He never once was able to find his footing, for your constructs ensured he immediately was propelled into another wall or slapped, hard, by yet another.
As he tumbled headlong into a shifting wall, you continued, unmoving. "You don't understand how or why it works, and you clearly had no idea that I can perceive you on a level you cannot comprehend, let alone mask."
"I was willing to play the long game and try to work out your intentions," the cascading walls began to envelop him in an inescapable bind as he struggled futilely against them. You floated closer, "But events in New York are escalating beyond my capacity to remain distant or distracted, and I have run out of time, tolerance, and patience for this. Now," you began to let anger slip into your voice, and the Mirror Dimension ground to a halt, "Tell me, Skrull, where is Wong, and what have you done with him?"
He stared up at you from his bound position now on the floor. Then, he grinned.
Then his grin stretched.
His face changed, became inhuman, before it revealed itself as something textured, elongated, and green. The adept stammered incomprehensibly as the Skrull impersonator revealed himself. "It seems, as you humans say," he tilted his head, "that the game is up."
"Answer my questions, Skrull," you glared.
He seemed to be in a challenging mood. "And why would I do that?"
You slowly let your growing emotion, and (with the help of magic) a limited suggestion to cooperate and a mild sense of doom, into your voice. "You've seen what magic can do, and I am an accomplished surgeon with an active imagination. Do not test me."
It met your eyes, and for a moment looked to defy you. Then it withered. Only slightly, but enough. "I do not know where the original is. I do know he is kept safe and in good health. Our process is…imperfect. We require source material."
You really didn't like the sound of that, but would press on. "How many are you?"
"We are legion."
You rolled your eyes hard enough to slide them out of your skull. "Ugh, don't do that."
"I do not know how many. But I know it is, in fact, many. We are taking action slowly, carefully," its nauseating grin returned, "but we will have your world under our control in due time."
"Of course you will," you commented drily. "Now, not to offend those not present, but why impersonate Wong? He isn't particularly high-ranked, nor is he basically invisible, and those would seem to be ideal candidates for replacement."
Its head tilted from side to side, like a lizard. "He was chosen for his proximity to you."
You paused. "You have been at this little game of pretend for some time. You have had many, many opportunities to attack me, try and get the proverbial drop on me. But you did not. Why?"
"My task was not infiltration nor sabotage nor termination. Merely to observe and report. It was determined," that grin just didn't fade, and it made your stomach churn, "that you were more threat to yourself than us, and that given time you would self-destruct, thus no longer being a concern for us."
"…I see," you finally managed. It was an estimation that stung, especially since it was unlikely that personal bias entered into an alien race's equations—this came from a purely analytical perspective. "And I imagine you were tasked with preventing me from becoming a threat if circumstances changed."
"Indeed." Nothing changed in that grin, but you suddenly were struck by a very bad feeling. "Or if you were somehow alerted to our presence, to neutralize you."
You tried to ignore your gut instinct, and keep up your façade. "Well, you're doing a marvellous job of it right now." The adept needed to think you more confident than you were.
Its head slowly angled, leering at you. "Am I not? Earth's most powerful sorcerer is in another dimension, unable to influence or act on events. Unable to help Tony Stark, or enlist his help in turn. The inconvenience of being incarcerated is a problem. But," and suddenly it burst free, "it's a worthy trade-off."
Crap.
"You're right about my skill levels with this 'magic'—I cannot defeat you or kill you, Doctor. I have not even the skill to bring us to this dimension. But you brought me here, and I can keep you here for a long, long time." And then the environment began to work in the Skrull's favour, too. You needed to get out of here. And you needed to alert Tony Stark to this secret invasion.
But first, you were going to have to survive it yourself.
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Something that's been bopping around in my head for a while, to explain why Dr. Strange might be absent from what seems like a pretty pressing event. Apologies for the necromancy
The life of the Sorcerer Supreme was one of infinite contradictions. Living in the world, yet by necessity forever detached from it. Connected to the cosmic forces beyond normality's ken, but dwarfed by them in turn. Closely aware of time and Time, two different things entirely, but almost always unable to direct their actions.
A creature of the infinite, yet easily annoyed.
"Master Strange—"
"Doctor." You'd stopped keeping track of how many times you corrected people when you hit five digits, but you were quite sure half of them were devoted to adepts, the 'newbies' who were contradictions themselves—endlessly deferential, and ceaselessly belligerent. It had been one of your chief hopes today that you would be able to enter the Sanctum Sanctorum unmolested, but once again, you had barely made it into the atrium before having your hopes dashed. "What can I do for you?"
The adept clearly sensed your tone, but that unfortunately didn't stop her. "I wanted to know if some of us could be permitted to help with defendi—"
"No."
"Master—"
"No."
"Doctor Strange," the adept said with her own share of irritation, "we're sworn to help, and the city is in need of our help."
Were you ever this naïve or earnest? You hoped not. "The city always needs help, young lady. And it always rises to help itself. There is always a mad scientist, and there's a kid in spandex to stop him. There is always a criminal scheme, and there's a bulletproof man to stop it. There is always a nefarious plot, and a devil to derail it. We don't interfere in their affairs, because if they knew of our affairs, let alone interfered in them, chaos would ensue. Events beyond being solved with fists or acrobatics are our concern."
"But sir," and the young woman continued as you reflected to yourself, how blessed I am to be gifted with children who find it appropriate to lecture me. You decided to let her blow off some steam, and depending on how cross she got, you might or might not have decided to stomp on her. Then your half-listening ear tuned back in to the adept's words.
"And with Stark involved—"
Your attention was acquired. "Say that again?"
"Tony Stark is going to engage with some kind of monstrosity, sir, and, well, he's seeking the help of extraordinary people. I know we're charged with protecting Earth from otherworldly forces, but look at this thing, sir." The adept showed you a tablet, with footage she definitely didn't have clearance to be seeing, displaying a creature that might loosely be called a dragon. Had you not encountered the genuine article. "This abomination cannot be of this world. This city needs our help, sir, and we should provide it."
You quirked an eyebrow at the adept. "You feel strongly about this." It wasn't a question, though the young woman nodded. You sighed. "I had hoped for more time," you murmured absently. "Time to prepare, to build a relationship with Stark…"
You'd met him before. In a sense. Briefly. He'd saved the lives of several fellow scientists without any apparent sense of self-preservation, and afterwards there was a moment to make introductions. But the moment had passed, and you had since been waiting for another opportunity to ease your way into Stark's circle. With each of you taking on more responsibilities, though, it felt like time kept slipping through your fingers, and instead of entwining like you'd hoped, the lines of your respective lives were beginning to grow more and more distant.
You saw Wong walking upstairs, and you knew the time had run out. You called up to him, "Wait!"
Wong turned to look at you from his spot midway up the stairs. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?"
"Indeed, there is." You approached briskly, knowing time was of the essence. "I have one question, and one question alone," you spoke as you reached out with your magic, and propelled the entirety of the atrium into the Mirror Dimension.
"Where's Wong?"
Wong looked quite confused, as did the adept you'd unintentionally also drawn into the Mirror Dimension. "I don't understand your meaning, sir. I'm right here."
"No, you're not. And you haven't been for a long time."
He frowned at you, but you could sense a flicker of concern. There would be no backing down now.
The adept finally found her voice. "Master Strange, what is this about?"
You said nothing. The fact that you didn't automatically correct the adept to say 'Doctor' instead of 'Master' seemed to have caused the penny to drop, because he stopped protesting and started to move at you. Then he faltered and fell, as you caused the Mirror Dimension to start spinning like a top out of hell. The adept barely hung on for dear life, as you remained aloof and stationary, the eye of the dimensional storm.
"I must admit, the attention to detail is nothing short of astonishing. Your capture of his mannerisms, his dialect, thought processes, even his facial tics—it is most impressive. But while you can mimic his sorcery," you twitched a hand, and the world continued to spin madly as it turned upside down, "you're worse than an amateur." And you demonstrated that by making the walls start to twist on their own axes independent of the spinning world, making endless battering rams that smacked him around and around. He never once was able to find his footing, for your constructs ensured he immediately was propelled into another wall or slapped, hard, by yet another.
As he tumbled headlong into a shifting wall, you continued, unmoving. "You don't understand how or why it works, and you clearly had no idea that I can perceive you on a level you cannot comprehend, let alone mask."
"I was willing to play the long game and try to work out your intentions," the cascading walls began to envelop him in an inescapable bind as he struggled futilely against them. You floated closer, "But events in New York are escalating beyond my capacity to remain distant or distracted, and I have run out of time, tolerance, and patience for this. Now," you began to let anger slip into your voice, and the Mirror Dimension ground to a halt, "Tell me, Skrull, where is Wong, and what have you done with him?"
He stared up at you from his bound position now on the floor. Then, he grinned.
Then his grin stretched.
His face changed, became inhuman, before it revealed itself as something textured, elongated, and green. The adept stammered incomprehensibly as the Skrull impersonator revealed himself. "It seems, as you humans say," he tilted his head, "that the game is up."
"Answer my questions, Skrull," you glared.
He seemed to be in a challenging mood. "And why would I do that?"
You slowly let your growing emotion, and (with the help of magic) a limited suggestion to cooperate and a mild sense of doom, into your voice. "You've seen what magic can do, and I am an accomplished surgeon with an active imagination. Do not test me."
It met your eyes, and for a moment looked to defy you. Then it withered. Only slightly, but enough. "I do not know where the original is. I do know he is kept safe and in good health. Our process is…imperfect. We require source material."
You really didn't like the sound of that, but would press on. "How many are you?"
"We are legion."
You rolled your eyes hard enough to slide them out of your skull. "Ugh, don't do that."
"I do not know how many. But I know it is, in fact, many. We are taking action slowly, carefully," its nauseating grin returned, "but we will have your world under our control in due time."
"Of course you will," you commented drily. "Now, not to offend those not present, but why impersonate Wong? He isn't particularly high-ranked, nor is he basically invisible, and those would seem to be ideal candidates for replacement."
Its head tilted from side to side, like a lizard. "He was chosen for his proximity to you."
You paused. "You have been at this little game of pretend for some time. You have had many, many opportunities to attack me, try and get the proverbial drop on me. But you did not. Why?"
"My task was not infiltration nor sabotage nor termination. Merely to observe and report. It was determined," that grin just didn't fade, and it made your stomach churn, "that you were more threat to yourself than us, and that given time you would self-destruct, thus no longer being a concern for us."
"…I see," you finally managed. It was an estimation that stung, especially since it was unlikely that personal bias entered into an alien race's equations—this came from a purely analytical perspective. "And I imagine you were tasked with preventing me from becoming a threat if circumstances changed."
"Indeed." Nothing changed in that grin, but you suddenly were struck by a very bad feeling. "Or if you were somehow alerted to our presence, to neutralize you."
You tried to ignore your gut instinct, and keep up your façade. "Well, you're doing a marvellous job of it right now." The adept needed to think you more confident than you were.
Its head slowly angled, leering at you. "Am I not? Earth's most powerful sorcerer is in another dimension, unable to influence or act on events. Unable to help Tony Stark, or enlist his help in turn. The inconvenience of being incarcerated is a problem. But," and suddenly it burst free, "it's a worthy trade-off."
Crap.
"You're right about my skill levels with this 'magic'—I cannot defeat you or kill you, Doctor. I have not even the skill to bring us to this dimension. But you brought me here, and I can keep you here for a long, long time." And then the environment began to work in the Skrull's favour, too. You needed to get out of here. And you needed to alert Tony Stark to this secret invasion.
But first, you were going to have to survive it yourself.
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Something that's been bopping around in my head for a while, to explain why Dr. Strange might be absent from what seems like a pretty pressing event. Apologies for the necromancy
Ghostdevil
The Devil of Ghosts
- Location
- United States
Nice... though it reminded me of this dead quest 
That's happening a lot recently (Both Iron Man quests to)
That's happening a lot recently (Both Iron Man quests to)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Nice... though it reminded me of this dead quest
*eyeballs the 'assume nothing', 'phoenix force' and 'better living through the fires of rebirth' tags meaningfully.*Nice... though it reminded me of this dead quest
That's happening a lot recently (Both Iron Man quests to)
wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
Look, Marlowe, I know a dead quest when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
- Location
- Right Where I Am
I quite enjoyed it. I am hopeful that this will pick up again, but I have loved the contributions from it's players.
Both?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
@Roarian is probably pining for the fjords.
Amberion
Mighty #9
It's not pining, it's passed on! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed it to the top, i'd be in the archives! It's rung up the bell and joined the choir invisible! This is an ex-quest!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
*necromancy intensifies*
cokerpilot
Here comes the rain.
- Location
- The internet
Stark's plan for ultimate victory:
Step 1: Hire Black Cat to use her bad luck powers to stress test our products
Step 2: Don't warn Peter ahead of time
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Profit.
Step 1: Hire Black Cat to use her bad luck powers to stress test our products
Step 2: Don't warn Peter ahead of time
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Profit.
- Location
- Somewhere, probably Earth
I would, but I'm stuck in school for the next hour and half.