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ng_murderworld ([info]ng_murderworld) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-25 18:42:00


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Current location:New Orleans, LA
Current mood: amused
Entry tags:antaeus, argo, inactive - alisa lebeau, inactive - entienne lebeau, inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, lady devil, nicholas salem, perenawska, plot-"welcome to murderworld", team - champions

It's the Greatest Show on Earth!
The van that turned down the street in front of the Champion's home looked like any other brown delivery truck. Black and gold letters painting it's side and a man in a uniform consisting of a hat, button-up shirt and shorts the same drab color of his van looking as bored as one could with his job. The van stopped just short of the former night club's entrance. The delivery driver turned around in his seat and rummaged around for the small package he had for the inhabitants.

Hopping out of his van, 10x10 box tucked under his arm, he headed to the door and rapped on it three times. Not waiting for an answer - there was no signature confirmation requested - he set it on the top step and went back to his van, signed off on his clipboard and started the vehicle up.

By the time the door to the old club opened, he was already driving away to carry on with the rest of his deliveries.

The brown cardboard box, ten inches by exactly ten inches was addressed to The Most Worthy 'Champion' and weighed perhaps three pounds at the most. There was no return address.


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[info]sandcastlegod
2010-02-04 12:49 am UTC (link)
Corey is extremely happy at the sudden divine intervention.
"Somehow," Corey says, a little weakly at this point from the exertion and pain. "Can you get the stuff tying me off?"

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[info]son_of_hercules
2010-02-04 12:59 am UTC (link)
Argo quickly crossed the room over to Corey and carefully snapped his bonds.

Concern worried the young god's face. "I... I know not if the others survived. I was shown images...."

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[info]sandcastlegod
2010-02-04 03:14 am UTC (link)
Corey will cling to Argo long enough to get down and Put His Feet On the Ground finally. His arms start to twich into 'shrine hands' as he says "Thanks," but he puts them back down.

Corey actually lapses into Latin as he looks up at Argo and earnestly and quickly says. "Good chance the images were horseshit." He never swears like this in English. "Best way to find out is to keep looking for them."

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