Second Chances Rpg

Who: Gamora, Peter, Thor and Valkyrie
What: Double date... I mean slay Vermithrax Pejorative
Where: Above the Hudson
When: The evening of October 13
Warnings: They still know swear words and are still violent (against dragons and witches)
Status: Completed G-doc


Landing lightly on the roof of the largest cathedral in the world, Gamora rolled her shoulders, adjusting the aero-rig slightly, and scanned the New York skyline. Nat had said Northwest of the park, so this seemed like the obvious rendezvous point with the Asgardians. “You cool with this double date, jet boots?”

There was a distant roar, and she turned to watch a fantastic creature hovering over the Hudson River let out an enormous spray of fire, lighting up the twilight sky.

Peter grinned at Gamora, as he landed next to her, "I don't know, you think you can manage to avoid stroking Thor's muscles? Because if not, I'll have to try to use my godlike voice and you know that shit's embarrassing."

"We got a plan for this Harry Potter bullshit?"

Valkyrie guided Aragorn up to hover within range of Gamora and Peter. She did so just in time to hear Peter. Her eyes rolled as she looked out at the dragon.

"Find the weak spot, turn it into shish kabob?" She called to them, a slow grin, "Soft spots - where head meets neck and legs meet belly, maybe? Good places to start."

Thor came in fast, having done an aerial recon, lightning following him the entire descent. He landed, dropped to one knee and held the hammer aloft. Jagged lines of electric blue streamed into the hammer.

Peter thought goodnaturedly, What a drama queen.

Standing, Thor grinned, “Worthy opponent,” He looked over at the group, “Do we go in old school thatch or make it a four fingered flyby?

“Thatch weave I think will be more disorienting, I'm not interested in getting toasted. Speaking of, it might not hurt to make it rain.” Gamora released and retracted her sword with nervous energy, then adjusted her laser cannon’s strap.

“Net chatter would indicate that there's more than one dragon around, because they're saying they already defeated it, and we're all looking at it. So be on the lookout for more. We could be dealing with a whole thunder.”

Peter looked from Gamora to Val to Thor and back again, "Needing the 411 over here." He tapped the back of his head bringing the helmet three quarters around his head. Thor motioned him over and quickly drew the formation in the soot and grime of the rooftop. Nodding, Peter said, "Thanks, Lebowski."
"Good thing, Point Break over there can make it rain, maybe he'll get around to it eventually." Peter laughed as Thor made a jacking off motion towards him as storm clouds came rolling in.

He looked down at Gamora, "I love you more than anything," he kissed her, engaged the face mask, activated the jet boots and headed towards the gigantic reptile, staying on trajectory.

Aragorn shifted his weight, then hopped backwards so he could stretch his wings without taking anyone out. Val didn't share his nervousness, but she was wary. Dragons. She was enjoying the challenge.

She did roll her eyes at that men, though, before she nudged Aragorn into the air, Stormbreaker resting in her hand, she was comfortable settling into sync with the others.

As the storm clouds gathered, the familiar feeling of current flowing through the hammer and over his skin, Thor heard the beast roar it’s fury at the storm. As the clouds crashed overhead, the dragon sent a stream of fire into the air. Thor sent the hammer careening toward it’s jaw.

When the hammer hit, the animals jaw unhinged, making it look like a particularly deadly cobra. As it returned to his hand, Thor noticed a particularly unwise Midguardian who appeared to be trying to film the dragon with a cell phone. Diving towards the girl, Thor grabbed her just before the tail of the dragon sent a chunk of masonwork crashing to the sidewalk.

“Oh. MY. GOD. ARE YOU THOR? CAN I GET A SELFIE WITH YOU” Thor ignored the girl, put her down a block away and then resumed his place in the flight formation.

Smoke belched from the dragon’s nostrils as they approached, and looking annoyed it reached a forelimb up and shoved its jaw back into place with a booming crack. Gamora aimed the laser canon on its hide, testing for points that would be soft enough to stab.

A low rumbling voice filled the air as the dragon began to speak. “I hunger. Warriors who bring me the flesh of these two virgins, you will be rewarded. I will allow you to live.”

“Virgins?” Gamora glanced at Peter, and muttered under her breath. “Oh, he’s got the wrong girls.” She slung the laser cannon over her shoulder so it lay across her back and pulled the hilt of Godslayer as she barrelled toward the beast.

Peter laid down cover fire to distract the giant fire breathing creeper, "Uhhhh yeah, sorry, buddy. Got there first. My bad.." He sent a blast of fire towards its face and said, "Dude this is New York. Virginity is a rare commodity, you fucking creeper." He thought he saw a good opening, almost dove in front of Aragorn and then remembered the whole stick with the plan deal.

"Hide seems more see through around the gizzard." He looped behind the dragon, sending blast after blast at it, looking for a place that seemed less well armored. Circling around, he fell back into formation.

Aragorn put on the brakes to avoid flying into Peter, the disdain clear on his face. He took his turn to fly forward, into the face, kicking off the dragons head as Val aimed Stormbreaker towards the back of the neck testing there. Then she was out of the way, a lick of fire singing her ride’s tail.

"I haven't been a virgin in a few thousand years!" She was laughing, hair catching in the wind.

“And for that we are all very grateful,” Thor laughed. He lived for these moment, adrenaline and lightning coursing through his body, a worthy opponent and the sound of Valkyrie’s laughter on the wind.

Thor swung the hammer around his head and sent it gracefully arcing toward the dragon’s kneecap, landing square on the center of the fragile bone and shattering it. When the hammer returned to his hand, he repeated the maneuver, frowning as it only glanced off the beast’s haunch.

Pushing aside the thought that Peter was going to kill her if she got herself burnt to a crisp today, Gamora decided to make a lunge for the gut, where Peter was right, the skin looked smoother and less armored. “How about some cover de-virginator?”

She dove low, trying to get under the range of its fire breath, and slashed as hard as she could at its belly, managing a shallow cut that trickled a single bead of hot dark blood. The dragon barrel rolled, screeching loudly.


Firing both blasters towards the dragon’s giant wings, Peter strafed it repeatedly to give Gamora and Valkyrie cover to get in closer. Howls of outrage assaulted their ears while the sky lit up with jets of flame. He dove, narrowly missed getting his ass lit on fire and came back around.

As he circled back, he noticed three women standing in a tight circle on a corner. He found it odd that they didn’t appear to be concerned about the dragon, nor were they talking to one another. All three seemed glued to their cell phones, one of them shifting from side to side, occasionally holding her phone up as if searching for a signal.

Valkyrie hopped up on Aragorn's back, balancing easily as he flew in so she could find a place to jump off. She took a flying leap, and landed by the juncture of a wing to body. She sunk the axe in and started to drag it down when the pain that was flowing through her spiked like ice through her veins and she lost her grip on the axe, only cutting halfway, before she landed on Aragorn's back, calling Stormbreaker back.

Thor's face had been suffused with pride when he saw Valkyrie balancing on Aragon's back, before leaping off to bury Stormbreaker into the dragon. The flash of surprise and pain jolting across her face as the axe slipped from her hand distracted him long enough he barely avoided the swipe of one of the long talons that extended from the beast's wingtips. For a moment, it appeared that the beast was faltering, that it seemed a little befuddled by the chaos that surrounded it.

The air crackled with electricity and something else familiar…. magic. Thor called out to the others, "I believe that the beast is being controlled by sorcery."

“Oh come on,” Gamora shouted over the roar of the dragon, “Magic is your jam, son of Odin, give me an alien maniac over that any day. We need to split up. One team distracts the dragon, the other finds the sorcerer.”

The dragon had screamed the loudest when Peter had hit its wings, Gamora thought, as she veered away from another spout of flames She slashed at the thick membrane that stretched between the bone of its wings, slicing away a flap of skin.

"Believe it's controlled by sorcery? Could you be a little more specific, Hagar?" Peter adjusted a touch control on the side of the helmet, allowing him to focus more clearly. It was then that he noticed that one of the women seemed to be particularly unhinged. She was wearing a hot pink tank top which declared that she was "RUTHLESS" in black glitter, Peter felt that her appearance could have been significantly improved by the addition of a bra and something other than purple unicorn and minions pajama pants. She seemed to be switching between apps, as she screamed" ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT?"

Aiming carefully, he fired the blasters, one after the other. She turned toward him, "LOOK YOU LITTLE BASTARD, I'VE RAISED TEENAGERS. I WILL KNOCK YOUR PUNK ASS OUT OF THE SKY!" She raised the phone, turned on the flashlight and aimed it directly at the glowing red lenses of the helmet. Momentarily, blinded Peter got off another shot, which hit her on her definitely sagging ass, before he careened into a wall.

Valkyrie recovered, though ice still flowed in her veins. She closed her eyes and breathed in, deep, then opened them again. "Find me the next to die." She let her eyes sweep around, looking for whoever was next. She guided Aragorn towards where Peter had turned the wall into his best friend. "There!" She yelled, as she sent the axe flying towards the women.

The one yelling at the fact her phone refused to keep signal hopped sideways, then sighed, "I'M BUSY GO THE FUCK AWAY THANKS. Why does this thing hate me?" Then she moved to get back into place and tripped over Stormbreaker.

Familiar with witches, Thor held out his hand, Stormbreaker flew to it, looked at the three women. He had no idea why she thought she was 'ruthless' but the one in the horrible pants was definitely annoying him the most. He sent the hammer careening towards her, knocking the phone out of her hand, she looked up and screamed, "OTTERBOX, BITCH".

Rolling his eyes as the hammer came back to his hand, he swung it around and reminded himself to go for the head. He grinned with satisfaction as the hammer hit her square in the head, dropping her to the ground.

He tossed Stormbreaker back to Valkyrie.

Gamora dodged another blast of fire, slashing at the dragon’s other wing. “So we’re not doing the ‘making a plan together’ thing then? I’m seriously working with amateurs,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at her companions, then raised her voice. “Quill you better hope that this dragon doesn’t decide that I was somehow coerced by your pelvic sorcery, so am close enough to be dinner.”

The dragon reared back, snapping at her over its shoulder, and Gamora retreated, reaching over her shoulder for her laser cannon. She began shooting, drawing its attention away from the wizard battle below.

The third witch, dressed in leggings and a purple t-shirt emblazoned with “I’m a therapist, I’ve heard worse,” looked up from the game on her phone and said, “I really think that you might benefit from some relaxation techniques. Just remember anger is a secondary emotion.”

She took another look at the menacing trio, and the crazy woman still flying around taunting a fire breathing dragon behind them, and changed her mind. She dropped her phone, the silver sparkles on the case glittering in the dying sunlight, and said, “leave the phone, save ourselves…” She grabbed one arm of her unconscious companion and yelled at the other woman to help her drag her away. “What are you looking at?” She screamed at a bystander as they stumbled away. “YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US!”

Quill got on his feet and looked at the women incredulously. He had seen many batcrap ridonkulous sentient beings in his life…. but these three….

Noticing that that the phones had been discarded in the favor of a hasty retreat, Peter fired his blasters at them, out of spite and frustration.

Dodging the dragon, Gamora led it higher into the air, away from its witches and all the bystanders. Out of nowhere, there was a rapid succession of 3 explosions, as if charges had been set on the back of the dragon.

Gamora managed to dive, avoiding the building heat, before its entire body exploded into a fireball high above the New York skyline. She barely managed to slow down enough to make a landing, stumbling as she hit the ground. “Well that was…. something? When did we set a bomb on it?”

Valkyrie landed on Aragorn, then bit back a cringe. “Wasn’t me.” she said as she laced her fingers through Aragorn’s mane, hiding how much she hurt. She looked at the shattered phones, then shook her head. Magic. She was utterly sick of magic already this year.