Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Oct 28, 2014 6:28:01 GMT -5
Typhoid Mary had been in Asgard for a little while, though she wasn’t exactly finding the living easy. Not because of the accommodations or anything, but mainly for the fact that she didn’t have a shit thing to do. Holding down a job wasn’t exactly something she thought she could easily do. Mary, the little carling that she was, had a hard enough time dealing with the shit Ultron pulled. One minute you’re doing fairly well in a somewhat decent part of New York and the next minute you’re running from robots that want to kill you because you’re some damn fleshbag. Those weeks had been hell on Typhoid, but at least Mary, who never actually had the best of relationships with her two constant headvoices, at least she let Typhoid, and occasionally Bloody Mary, do what needed to be done. Often times that meant Mary wasn’t see for a couple of days, but she couldn’t really complain when being out of action mentally meant that she was staying alive.
But for some reason, somehow, all three of the Marys had seen the message Aldrif had sent. Naturally that’d be impossible since the higher up the metaphorical ladder of craziness you went, the less the lower rungs tended to know. Mary never knew what Typhoid was doing, and those two never knew was Bloody was doing. Probably for the best, though. But all of them remembered the message. Get to the portals and you’d be safe. Well you bet your ass they hightailed it to the nearest portal, being one of the first people through.
Now she didn’t know what to do though. No one was keeping Mary for long due to her ‘episodes’ and word quickly spread that she was not right in the head. Asgard didn’t even have proper medication to… suppress… her ‘symptoms’. For the time being she was living on the streets, not entirely bad, as she had done it before, but rumors were going round that Aldrif was putting an end to such vagrancy, so it was likely only a matter of time before she was caught.
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 6, 2014 17:36:40 GMT -5
This truly must be hell, it was so boring sure there were a lot of jobs that Nemesis could take. But being an Empath kept her from doing a lot of things. She tried being a Valkyrior it had worked up until the whole deal with the dead thing. She didn’t have a problem seeing death, she had seen more than enough to last ten thousand lifetimes. For years she had avenged those who had been murdered with the way her powers work as soon as she touched a dead body and channels their final feelings they’re so powerful she wouldn’t stop until she found and killed the murderer. That job ended after her first time in the field. Things didn’t get much better after that. She had a hard time being a people person most of her life she spent alone or with other not so friendly Coda warriors.
She was half tempted to find her way back to earth at least that would be something to do. Risking her life every second of every day that wasn’t anything different from her normal life the only thing was she wasn’t dealing with super smart robots out to kill her because she was flesh and bones and not made out of metal. The only problem with that was trying to find the right person to get her back to earth and the only one that she knows that would do something like that was Loki and she had no idea where the skinny little freak was at.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Nov 10, 2014 7:10:41 GMT -5
Typhoid watched as the woman went by her little alcove... corner... niche in the building that she was hanging out in. For the most part, she would have ignored the woman and actually want herself to be ignored as well. It was a fairly easy trick to pull off. Yeah sure, the Asgardians seemed to have super strength and durability and whatnot, but when it came to mental prowess, Typhoid found that she could easily influence most passersby into believing that she wasn't there. After discovering that little fact, she spent a good couple hours trying to figure out how these people thought themselves to be better than normal people.
Either way, with the other woman, Typhoid knew she recognized her from the day they arrived and, unlike other 'midgardians', she didn't quite look like she had any real place to go or thing to do. Ooooh, another breaker of one of Aldrif's golden rules. The brunette smirked and decided to follow her. "So, skipping class like the other cool kids, huh? Careful, if the principal finds out, you're gonna be sent to detention. I'd be careful if I were you, unless you're the type that doesn't care?" As she walked along side the woman, Typhoid tried to lightly poke her mind a bit. She couldn't read it like the Grey woman or any other telepaths, but psionic influences tended to give her an idea of how mentally strong some people were and weren't.
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 10, 2014 16:23:54 GMT -5
Without even turning around or even using her powers Nemesis could tell she was being watched besides the ones who were ogling her chest size. Which she uses to her advantage all the time. She never once got a speeding ticket because of her chest but she did have to pay one even though she wasn’t the driver Kenesha made her pay for it then told her she just set feminism back a thousand years. Nemesis told her she had been the one who started feminism on earth of course no one believed her.
“I was so bad in class I was expelled.” Nemesis replied looking at the woman out of the corner of her eye. “Little girls shouldn’t be poking around in other people’s heads it’s not nice.” Nemesis wasn’t a telepath herself but she was a very powerful empath and she could tell when someone was doing something to her head. With the way she was acting she didn’t seem like much of a threat to Nemesis but she could be wrong.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Nov 11, 2014 7:28:33 GMT -5
"Expelled? Shame, shame. Me? I think I was forcibly kicked out. Or I just dropped out, depending on who you ask," she said with a smirk. "But see, if I didn't go poking around in people's heads, I wouldn't learn anything about them. Like now I know you got powers," Typhoid reasoned. Most people didn't, which was what intrigued Typhoid about this woman. "But I'll play nice and stop. The name's Typhoid Mary. Most of my friends call me Ty. A very few selective bunch can get away with calling me Mary. Those that don't get away with it?" She just shrugged and smirked as a way of an answer.
Typhoid looked the woman over in more detail now that they were walking side by side. Okay, so yes, she did have a big rack and, if Typhoid played for the home team, she was certain she'd be incredibly impressed by all that cleavage. But she didn't, so the amount of flesh that was straining at the woman's top was not an issue. Tall, sort of imposing with a sense of power or danger around her, definitely has some sort of mental abilities.
"So, are you a woman on a mission or are you another person that just can't seem to fit in with the redheaded angel's Asgardian plans?"
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 11, 2014 18:22:43 GMT -5
Nemesis didn’t say anything about what happened to the other woman when it came to the job she was suppose to get. They had their reasons for things happening. “You keep doing that and you're going to get yourself killed.” she stated she had seen people like this woman thinking poking around inside people’s heads was a harmless thing until it was done to the wrong person then they got dead real fast. “Nemesis. I don’t have any friends so it’s just Nemesis.” She had a birth name but she didn’t use it anymore saw no reason to and those that did know it was either dead or missing or just outright hated her. “You kill them.” that didn’t take powers to figure out.
Nemesis was aware the woman was looking her over but didn’t pay any attention to it. She wasn’t like other women who show their bodies off for attention. When she did show her body off it was because she was up to something and needed people distracted by her body. “Right now I’m on a mission to get back something that was taken from me. But I need to change first can’t do shit in these clothes.” She said before going into her house leaving the door open for Typhoid to come inside or not. The few things Nemesis had brought with her that was worth stealing was well hidden not even Superman could find it so she wasn’t worried about Typhoid stealing anything.
Nemesis headed for her room inside she quickly got rid of the clothes she had been wearing before changing into her stealth suit but not putting the skirt on just yet she bent down pulled up a few floorboards before working on the hidden safe that held all of her weapons. She grabbed one of her swords and a few other items she thought might be useful before closing it backup before the traps reset themselves. Placing the sword on her bed she put the skirt on covering up her pants and making it look like she was wearing a dress.
Grabbing her sword she walked back outside “Wanna go beat up a amazon princess?” she asked Typhoid looking over at the woman wondering if she was the type to cause trouble like Nemesis was.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Nov 12, 2014 7:11:22 GMT -5
Typhoid actually snorted out a laugh at the remark. "That's what people keep promising me, but up 'til now? It's yet to happen. No one's even really come close." Okay, that might have been somewhat of a little lie. There were times that she had been captured, tortured and pretty much been in a crappy position with people who didn't like her. But, she was, in a way, like the Billy Goats Gruff; someone bigger and badder was always gonna come later and gore the troll with its horns.
"You make it sound so common place and like a chore, when actually most of the time, they sort of bring it on themselves, Nemesis." Well, she does help by setting them on fire occasionally, but that one time Bloody Mary was doing that whole 'eye for an eye' revenge thing? There were a couple people who were more than happy to hurt themselves rather than let her do it.
Typhoid smirked and followed Nemesis to her place and watched the woman get ready to play Repo Man. When the swords came out, the brunette actually gave an impressed sound that was almost a groan of delight. She really did love a good blade. "Oh shit, Nemesis. I am so glad I met you," she grinned before reaching up and underneath her jacket. The spine sheath was uncomfortable, making her stand straighter than usual, but it was a better, more secretive way of carrying her weapons than having them be visible at her hips. A few Asgardian men had laughed at her 'pair of needles' as they called them, but by the time she was done with them, they gave her a respectful, though bloody, nod of the head before limping off.
"Would you be shocked if I said that beating up an Amazon princess was actually on my bucket list?" It wasn't, and she didn't really have a bucket list, but who cares about those details? "Let's go."
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 13, 2014 0:03:53 GMT -5
“Everyone’s luck runs out eventually.” Unless you happen to be Nemesis who should have died a million times by now but she was just too stubborn to die. Or maybe something decided to keep her alive not letting her have any peace ever. She wasn’t really sure.
“I’m well aware of that. People tend to do a lot of stupid things you’d be surprised how little things change from one generation to the next.” That was a funny thing coming from a woman who looked to be in her early 20’s and probably much younger than Typhoid. “I spend a lot of my time giving people what they had coming to them.” That always ended up in death. She didn’t go into anymore detail on it.
Nemesis was aware the woman had been watching her change an odd woman but she wasn’t worried that her weapons would be stolen you try and open the safe you’d be electrocuted. And this wasn’t a little zap either it was powerful enough to take out the likes of Superman. “Have a thing for swords do you?” she asked watching the woman pull out her own sword. “Her father is an asshole, She’s an asshole and she’s dating an asshole if they had children they’d probably grow up to be assholes. So no I wouldn’t be surprised if it was on your bucket list.” she walked out of the door. "Besides she's an embarrassment to strong women everywhere. I'm an Amazon! I don't need a man to protect me unless it's Superman then I can't do anything." She rolled her eyes.
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Nov 14, 2014 0:07:53 GMT -5
"I didn't really have luck to begin with, sweetie. So I don't have to worry about it running out. I prefer to think of it as 'I'm too messed up in the head to die'." Well, Mary was, at least. As far as typhoid knew she was perfectly sane and normal. Mary had the mental problems, not her.
Typhoid did raise an eyebrow at the 'from one generation to the next' thing, but she didn't comment on it. She wouldn't be surprised if Nemesis was a bit older than she looked. It wasn't like Typhoid hadn't experienced weird stuff before. Hell, they were currently on another mythological world. She'd just add that to being in New York when it was invaded by demons, getting dragged into a despair-filled dimension in a shopping mall with a guy who had a flaming skull for a head, and seeing an assassin brought back from the dead. This wasn't anything new for Typhoid. "I once spent a few weeks delivering 'an eye for an eye' type justice to a bunch of assholes in NYC. Whatever they did to women, I did to them. Some folks hated me for it, some loved me," she told her.
Typhoid wasn't really paying attention to Nemesis while she changed. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a woman's body before, and no, she wasn't into women. But yes, she did have a thing for swords. "Yeah, I do. I'm not above using guns, but swords are just so much more personal. That and fire." The swords she had were modified machetes; the blade was slightly thinner than a normal one, making it lighter and easier on her wrists when she swung them around.
She smirked at how Nemesis described Wonder Woman. "I've got a feeling that you don't like this woman. Frankly, I'm not a big fan of her either. She tried to talk me out of doing something a while ago. Said all this bullshit about striving to be better than what I was, that women like me shouldn't be lowering herself, and other stuff I can't remember really. She shut up after I made my target spontaneously combust. I don't think she likes me now," Typhoid said with a laugh as she followed Nemesis.
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 17, 2014 15:54:54 GMT -5
Nemesis thought on what Typhoid said maybe she was too fucked up to die? Maybe that’s why no one’s been able to kill her all these years. She never thought anything out just went with it and what happens happens nothing she could do to change that. Mostly. Usually she didn’t care what happened to someone that she cross paths with they always had it coming to them in some form.
“Mine’s more along the lines of vengeance or retribution whatever you want to call it they all end up dead in the end for whatever they’ve done.” That could seem a little weird if Typhoid knew anything about the goddess Nemesis. It could make her sound like some insane wannabe god hopefully she didn’t know anything about the goddess because she wasn’t a wannabe anything it was just something she did. Not trying to be anyone other than herself.
“That’s something we agree on then.” She said as she headed to where Diana was suppose to be living. “A little bird seemed to have whispered in her ear that I’ve killed 300 highly trained Coda warriors. Because apparently that’s something I can do all by myself.” She was betting it was Grifter he had a big mouth. “The Coda warrior’s are like the Amazon only way more hard core. Those stories in the books about Amazon’s are about the Coda not the Diana’s idiot sisters. If you were a man and landed on their island you would be dead then they feed you to the dogs.”
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Typhoid Mary
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Nov 21, 2014 7:18:48 GMT -5
Oh, Typhoid knew about Nemesis and all those other Greek gods. Just because she wasn't exactly right in the head didn't mean she wasn't intelligent. Since Mary wasn't exactly a social butterfly, she preferred to spend most of her time reading and the Greek myths were some of her favorites. Typhoid just basically learned about them by proxy. Did she think Nemesis was crazy? No, not anymore than she was. Wannabe goddess or whatever, they were in the middle of a place that shouldn't exist, ruled by people that shouldn't exist. Hell, the whole universe was full of contradictions of things that shouldn't be, like a blind lawyer that had super senses and ran around as a superhero most of the time. "Cool. Just as long as you don't do it running around in a skimpy little toga, saying how Zeus told you to kill them, I don't care what kind of fun you have. Hell, even if you did that, I don't think I'd care. The world's a shitty place and needs to be cleaned up sometimes. Just don't be coming after me, okay? I've done a lot of things in the past, but I can justify it all."
Now Coda warriors, she had no clue about what the hell they were, so she appreciated the little lesson. "But wait, if these Coda warriors are so tough and she's heard a rumor about you taking down three hundred single-handed, would Diana play it smart and, I don't know, leave you alone?" It was a legit question that probably had a typically assinine superhero answer, the kind that always rubbed Typhoid the wrong way. "It doesn't really matter, does it. She thinks she's all high and mighty and can do whatever she pleases, condemn whoever she wants and thinks she can get away with it. Typical." And so very familiar territory when it came to others handling Typhoid and her personalities. "So, what's the game plan?"
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Post by Nemesis on Nov 27, 2014 14:38:13 GMT -5
Nemesis snorted “I haven’t worn a toga in years don’t worry I prefer to wear what I have on now.” and you know it has forcefields so it’s tons more useful than a toga ever had been. “I’ll do what Zeus says when he castrates himself until then I do what I want.” In other words she wouldn’t ever do anything for Zeus like ever. “Don’t worry I really don’t have a reason to go after you. Unless you plan on doing something stupid.” Which if Ty was a normal person it could be any number of things but she isn’t so it’s a lot smaller list of stupid things she could do.
“Because her hot pants give her the right to do whatever she wants?” She shrugged said as she suddenly drew her sword and in one swift move ducked down and slashed upwards as something fast passed by over head. Had she been standing she would have been knocked off her feet. “You know Mr. Majestic tried to do that with me once didn’t work with him either.” she said looking down at the bleeding alien who was both shocked and pissed that she would do something like that to him. “Reel it in tiger because I doubt it’ll grow back if you decide to do something stupid.” she said as he felt something poke him looking down realized the tip of her sword was right between his legs. "You might think your faster then me but you'll be bleeding before you get your hands on me." Nemesis didn't take her eyes off Superman but she was talking to Ty "See this is why Wonder Woman is useless she sends the dick out to do her dirty work for her instead of doing it herself."
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Dec 5, 2014 7:22:45 GMT -5
"You look better in what you're wearing now too," Typhoid admitted. "Don't worry, I'm not hitting on you or anything like that. I've never had a relationship with a girl, not that I'm against it, but hell, what girl would be crazy enough to date me?" she asked in a rhetorical question sort of way. She'd never publicly admit it, but Typhoid and Mary were both lonely people. Bloody didn't give a shit about relationships, but then again there wasn't much she did care about. "I try not to do stupid things, Nemesis. Just 'divine retribution' like you."
For a moment Typhoid thought that the woman was spazzing out and swinging at nothing, which was exactly what Asgard needed; two crazy people getting together and killing other people. That just wouldn't work for very long. Then she saw what really happened. "Holy shit, you knocked Superman out of the sky like it was nothing." That was pretty damn impressive, especially since the boy in blue was bleeding. As far as Typhoid knew, he couldn't do that. "Don't you know this is a girls only get-together? No flying boy scouts in pajamas allowed," she told the alien.
"So, um.... one, how the hell did they find out? Super-hearing, I'm guessing? Two, it's pretty much a given that she's prepared for this, are we still going through with it? And three... are we going to let him live or end it for him right here? Because, unlike you, I'm a bit squishy and it'll be easier with only one hero to deal with." Not that it really made a difference. Typhoid would keep going until she couldn't. She just wanted to know the terms of this little takedown they were planning.
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Post by Nemesis on Dec 5, 2014 20:06:43 GMT -5
“It does make fighting a lot easier than wearing a toga. And way easier than wearing a dress.” Nemesis had done that for awhile most times she ended up in her underwear. That was when she decided to stick to wearing pants. “A woman who’s crazier than you? or just as crazy.” she replied no sane person would want a crazy person but another crazy person probably would.
Superman’s eyes burned ready to blast Nemesis who wagged a finger at him “By the time you burn through my forcefield you’ll be missing a small body part that the princess would probably miss a lot. And I bet you anything it doesn’t grow back.” He followed her line of vision down to where the tip of her sword was next to his manhood and powered down. “Oh he is smart after all.” She smirked at his glare. “How could you cut me like that?!” he asked still shocked that someone could hurt him like that “A really really sharp sword.” She wasn’t going to tell him about her sword he’d probably try and take it from her.
“Super hearing and x-ray vision. She’s prepared up to a point I never plan anything out so I’m not predictable. I just do and I’ve survived a very long time with that way of thinking.” Nemesis grabbed the silver ring under her breasts pulling it down she opened up the jack pulling out an oval shaped object. She opened part of it then placed it in the wound on Superman for a few seconds before pulling it out. “This little cutie is called a genetic concussion grenade. It destabilizes the genetic structure of your chosen targets, warping their bodies apart. And it’s now keyed to Kryptonian DNA. If he can some how join this battle he’ll be dealt with for good.” She said before putting it back and zipping up again.
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Post by Typhoid Mary on Dec 8, 2014 21:21:58 GMT -5
Typhoid laughed a little at the idea of finding another woman who was just as crazy as her to date. "I don't think that kind of girl exists. And if she does, more than likely we'd end up killing each other or something." Every single relationship that she... that Mary had been in always ended badly. IT was the truth. The only one who she felt happy to be with was Matt and he told the authorities where to find her. She woke up to men in white coats holding a straightjacket. Mary still hated remembering that, while it just pissed Typhoid off even more.
Typhoid watched Nemesis deal with Superman. Unfortunately, it wasn't much of a show. Where as Typhoid would have probably done a bit of banter or teasing before trying to off the Man of Steel, Nemesis almost seemed reluctant to do so. She had a sword that could cut him, which was definitely a rare weapon, but was she sticking it into his chest or carving an 'S' shield into his flesh? Oh, hell no. All she was doing was threatening to dock and geld the alien. Typhoid was starting to think she was partnered with an assassin who was tired of being an assassin.
She blinked and looked confused after Nemesis explained her cute little aline tech toys. "Wait, so you're just going to let him live with the mild threat of 'hey, we can blow you up with this thing'? Unless that little bomb of yours has an infinite range or super fast tracking abilities, what the hell will stop him from dropping a mountain on us or zapping us with heat vision?" Typhoid was starting to wonder about this little mission of 'let's kick Wonder Woman's ass'. "He's a threat. Why waste time and play games with him? Stick that sword of yours through his forehead and lets go after the Amazon," Typhoid said, tapping her machete on Superman's face. She did it lightly, since she was more worried about ruining her blade than ruining his face.
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