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[So bad things are happening on Omega, he's not really surprised. It's not really the type of place that screams 'good place to hang out'. He realizes on his walk back to the apartment that neither Tony or Bruce really have the means to deal with these particular problems.

Both of them will get a ping but the message is going to be open because he has this thing where he has to check on everyone.]


Is everyone--

[There's a roar and Steve dives to the side, camera rolling with him. There's a 'chink' as his shield is pulled from his back and the huge, glowing blue thing that crashes into view is no joke.

Luckily, neither is Steve. The video is an absolute jumbled mess. Steve is lithe and athletic; he uses it to his advantage to stay out of range. Paired with his shield throwing abilities--and what seems to have the ability to defy the very laws of physics themselves--it's hard work, but he banks the shield off some canisters that go boom and down goes the adjutant.

He warily watches it for a moment before he slings his shield over his shoulder. As he addresses his omni-tool again, he keeps glancing up at it.]


Is everyone doing alright? If you need an escort to a safe zone, let me know. Stark and Dr. Banner, I'd stay in the apartment. The streets aren't safe. I'll be back soon.
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[ It's a bit of a mess, when the feed clicks on. Natasha's been keeping her head down — there's a few things you need to get a handle on when you get plummeted head-first into a new enviroment. There's the economy, socio-political climate, technology; today's way of flying under the radar isn't necessary tomorrow's, and that can get a little getting used to when seeming one thing and being another is your bread and butter.

Not that this does well for first impressions. She looks alright, if painted with tell-tale signs of blood and dirt and grime — not as messy as some of the others, though, which is probably as good a sign as any that she's not been a front-liner. She's somewhere in the district, surrounded by vague shadows and pillars. Also, dead things. Not really a good place to be right now, Zeta.
]

I don't think I've ever liked Jules Verne. [ But at least it's not Ten Thousand Leagues. Her eyes track something to her left, tension settling in her shoulders. A flash of red as she turns, firing four shots in quick succession; there's the slump of a wailing adjutant as they make their mark.

Natasha's mouth quirks into something that might almost be a smile, if a wry one, giving the firearm she picked up off a dead merc a few bodies back a little shake.
]

Anyone wanna help a girl out? I'm almost out of toys, and I like keeping my options open.

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Feb. 20th, 2013 10:15 pm
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Sooooo who's got some palladium they'd like to give me? No reason. Just need it. Preferably like. I don't know. One point six grams or so. Not greedy.

Oh, and some scrap metal. Again, no reason.

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