July
01 June 2013 @ 12:56 pm
[It's rare for July to make an intentional video but today he is. The video today is of Hatter sipping some tea in the other room. Whether or not July has been noticed making this video is currently not so clear. All the same, he speaks.]

This is my mother. She is mine.

[He turns the video to his own emotionless face.]

Stay away from my mother.

[And he ends the recording.]
 
 
Dr. Marie Delacroix :: Engineering
01 June 2013 @ 04:17 pm
[ Her lab is wrecked. All of her work for the past year, all of her prototypes. Her computers. Her equipment. Marie almost can't care, just feels a numb stirring of something that she hopes is outrage, but can't be sure at the moment. Maybe she's just in shock. ]

Tu chatte sans valeur...

[ The culprit left no calling card, her security cameras have no footage. She's not even going to bother rebuilding the lab at City Solutions. All she can do is take her backed up data and move Underground. ]
 
 
Loki
01 June 2013 @ 06:14 pm
This is my Thor.

You may not touch him. Or I will turn your trachea into a venomous serpent, your innards into scorpions, then lead you out in front of a fast moving bus and watch you explode into a piñata full of death that shall seek out your loved ones and ensure their destruction.

I decide whether he lives. I decide whether he dies. That is my honor alone.
 
 
107тн ѕergeanт jaмeѕ вarneѕ
01 June 2013 @ 08:53 pm
[ Bucky's at his desk down at the precinct. The video scans over it for a moment, the piles of paperwork he hasn't done yet, that dumb framed photo of Steve punching Hitler, the gun. It stays at the last object for a beat too long before it swings up to Sergeant Barnes' frowning face. ]

So it's come to my attention that some of you jerks think you're allowed a peice of Captain America. [ Mouth twisting in a way that is uncharacteristic. ] Well, I'm here to clue you in. You can't. 'Cause he's mine.

[ Letting that sink in for a minute. ] So you're gonna have to think real hard about talking t'him next time. He's taken. By me. [ Giving the camera the evil eye. ] And I've got swell aim.
 
 
Ayato Naoi [直井 文人, Naoi Ayato]
01 June 2013 @ 09:17 pm
((Proper network introduction time!))

[The recording begins with a shot of the soles of a rather nicely buffed, clean pair of shoes making themselves at home on the top of a coffee-table. Some first impression!

The owner of the shoes, dressed in a black Japanese school unfirom, is reclining into chair, sinking down so low that the only thing that can be seen beyond his crossed legs is his head leaning off to the side, looking most unimpressed.]


Well, so-called-Deities. I hope you had your fun.

I won't forgive such an insult so easily.

If you mean to trap me here, I advise you to take a good, long look at me while you still can, because I won't be here long. [He uncrosses his legs, placing his feet on either side of the communicator now. He leans forward, adjusting his hat.]

My name is Naoi Ayato. That's "god" to the rest of you.