Cross Roads from the Edge RP (Stark vs Crow)

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Corpus Christi, Texas…CVnU

The Last Gunslinger from the Vice Universe sighs a little walked down the streets of Corpus Christi he had only been in this new universe for a few weeks and home sickness had sunk in quickly. He missed his girlfriend and partner Toni, he missed is family, his missed Jewel’s Sake bar and grill, he missed everything. Since arriving here he had been searching for answers as to what he was suppose to do but when the money you had didn’t work here (and there was no cross reality currency exchange), very few items expect the clothes on his back, his treasure cowboy hat, Quicksilver his signature revolver, and the gift from Sartana Del Tajo a red metallic helmet referred to as El Tajo, getting answers was only the beginning of his problems. He had initially arrived in Houston, thankfully this world was not too different from his own, and that is where he had begun picking up small spare jobs to earn money. Crow also was doing some “heroics” on the side while wearing the red helmet he was given the newspaper were beginning to pick up on him and was calling him things like the Red Hero, the Red Defender, The Hooded Vigilante and all combos of those words and while the Rail-gun thought they were creative he didn’t quite like them. To protect the Crow Cementerio of this word no matter whom that person was he had chose to take up an alias or alter ego while wearing El Tajo .despite not knowing how to access it abilities yet, however he had yet found a good name for himself. Doing small jobs and basic heroics he had got enough money to travel a little a had moved down to Corpus Chirsti hoping that he could at least get a lead as to where to start from there.

Thankfully with the money that he had earned Crow was able to afford some basic necessities for his travels including; new clothes, a simple back pack and cantina, ammo for his revolver Quicksilver along with his two new weapons a pair of hand guns he dubbed Los Gemelos, somebody armor to protect him from “mutants” which he had bought from an anti-“mutant” store, and a few more items. The armor may not have been cheap but Crow knew the difference between a waste and an asset he didn’t know what these “mutants” could do but from the way the ignorant, redneck, gun shop owner talked they were hardcore and Crow wasn’t taking any chances especially since his powers were on the frisk, he still had his control over electricity but now he no longer had access to some of the more advance skills and he couldn’t generate it he had to draw it from a source luckily though he could still use Rail-gun and could alter his strength and speed with it. Crow also acquired one more item a small brown leather notebook for him to write down information, tips, hints, leads, names, places, and more but to also help him remember where he came from who he was. He didn’t know how long he will be here and he wasn’t going to lose sight of who he was, where he was from, and his goal; therefore written on the front page was the Gunslinger Code and Toni Sociere his partner and girlfriend. Other than that the notebook only had one name in it, Ziccarra Liafador aka Sha, other than that the Last Gunslinger had no clue where to go he needed someone with information and lots of it.

The Rail-gun had just finished a shift working at the shipping yard near Corpus Christi in order to make some more money so he could keep moving on, and right now he was heading towards a local bar the yardmen and some of the sailors talked called the Down and Out. The Last Gunslinger had on a simple attire consisting of black sleeves jacket, an eagle wing design decorated the back of the jacket, over a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of brown leather gloves. The Rail-gun also had on a pair of faded black jeans and brown cowboy boots; completing his cowboy attire was a brown leather holster with his signature revolver Quicksilver in it and his treasured cowboy hat on his head tipped low casting a shade on his cobalt blue eyes. Underneath his jacket was his new dual pistols Los Gemelos and he had on his brown leather back pack hanging off his shoulder which contained his various items and El Tajo, the red helmet from Sartana. Crow pushed up the door to the bar to be face with some scruffy looking individuals. The dingy dive bar on the pier was filled with sailors, ship yard workers, and the off casts of society who wanted to escape from the world and drown in a bottle of cheap scotch. Off to one of the corners was a loner playing a piano to a sad tune as if he intended for anyone to hear this ballad of a man lost to sadden the very soul. Crow had to the wooden bar in the back noticing the eyes following the new stranger to this place his expertly trained eyes catching the glimpses of knives, brass knuckles, lead pipes, and iron chains. The Gunslinger only thought one thing, what a lovely crowd? I bet they donate toys to homeless children on the weekend or….they beat up old ladies for spare change. The Rail-gun took a sit on a creaky bench at the bar where the bartender (and presumably owner) approached Crow he reeked of stale cigars and cheap beer watered down with the depravity of the forgotten. His face was obscure and by a scruffy beard and an eye partially covered a crescent shape scar running down his eye. “Watcha hav’n son?” Crow smirked a little as he looked up tilting his cowboy hat up. “Yeah I’ll take a strawberry sundae.”

There was a deafening silence in the room as all eyes fell on Crow and his outlandish order that was until the larger, scariest looking bugger in the Down and Out the man arm were a portrait of tattoos that told his story he look liked he could strangle a man and probably did several times in the past. The man slammed down a large knife in the rotted wood of the bar driving it deep right next to the Gunslinger of the Edge. “List’n you wanna be cowboy prick! This isn’t some f*cking queer club for you to get your rocks off! So I suggest you straddle up an get the fuck outa here before I show you some serious queer bash’n!” The Last Gunslinger smirked just a little and let out a sigh as he stood up….

1 minute later

There was frightful crash as suddenly the bloody and beaten body of the towering thug was thrown clean through the single window of the Down and Out. The man was thrown with such force that he was launched clean off the pier into the ocean just off the bar creating a loud splash. However standing out the window surrounded by broken bits of table and glass a smirk on his face his cobalt eyes glowing a little was the Last Gunslinger, Crow Cementerio from the Vice-Verse now in the CVnU

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Coming over from an alternate reality had not simply been an easy ordeal for this Alternate reality counterpart, no. On the contrary upon landing he had succumbed to a near fatal dose of radiation due to the effects of this unprecedented travel. Taking solace inside of the Peak Tower shortly after due to his technology automatically homing in towards the safest place on the earth in a time of crisis he was started the fight the tower in literally peak condition again as a major, major contrast toward of his Peak tower which was something like a horror movie set being destroyed in major conflicts the dead left to rot. Being in this new complex of Peak industries in the New Universe Stark had automatically used the inferior technology yet was able to turn it to his advantage, healing himself almost instantaneously as his technology combined with the inferior Starks was enough. Taking mental memories from the previously alive Another Stark (Now dead) attaining all knowledge involving the New Universe, further analyzing himself realizing a certain amount of temporal radioactive residue had been imparted onto his person upon travelling in this dimension, now Stark had deduced the only reason it had injured his person was down to the mere fact he was forcefully propelled into a new establishment through a distorted portal.

Creating a device through his marvelous technology being able to track the portals temporal energy he had found out the hole in time was crafted inside of a location within the Saudi Arabian desert. Quickly manifesting himself towards that location due to his shape shifting abilities through nano-bot infusion into his blood and suit making it able to be manipulated at an atomic level he had shifted his structure simply from one point to another in space/time.

Absorbing this temporal energy for later use subsequently shutting down the portal he was once again, alone in this world knowing nobody from his time would be able to ever come through. Upon further analysis a foreign signature...possibly from his reality yet having a distinctively different references but across all of the cosmos, all realities temporal energy had it's key signatures. Unmistakable. Unknown to this Superior Stark this was Crow who had come from a reality which was something different entirely...not an alternate or a parallel reality...a whole different thing in its self. A marvel throughout of the universes. The world really was limitless after-all.

Making sure to be attired in none other than his elegantly regal white battle suit each color, each vibrant detail specifically being laid out through nano-bot shape shifting allowing for full use of bodily contour lines to help achieve battle finesse. Stark had not become part of a mutant/human hating world without learning how to turn every moment into a pragmatic yet simply natural way of surviving. His pistols shifted out of reality becoming little glowing balls of verdantly glowing green light pocketed subsequently shifting into a unit even smaller. Pocket dimensions within his own pockets. Handy.

His pistols being able to discharge nearly anything the mind could cognitively conjure up making for one of, if not the most dangerous gunslinger in the known and unknown universe, his armor being kinetic absorbent meaning simple rounds from opponents were simply discarded. His body in theory being made from metal if needed yet the atoms would rearrange into human skin upon a mental thought if magnetic or electrical attacks are bestowed upon his form. Peak suits mark one, two three and the subsequent others all being integrated into this suit. Information gained from Quintus Knightfall in this universe had been implemented into the current suit, data having not been made readily available in his universe due to no Knightfall alliance having been made unlike in this one. New Universe Stark had been busy...making himself infamous.

Corpus Christi, Texas…

Teleporting himself towards of the temporal energy which was Crow, Stark was unaware who or what was spewing out this nearly negligible amount of energy yet specific technologies has allowed for a full use. Entering the bar where Crow was stationed he was unaware what he was looking for before locking eyes with a man standing over a broken battle field of bottles and teeth. Starks eyes looked jaded as he sighed, thinking this was a typical time waster and nothing other than a temporal energy displacement meaning nothing...turning away ready to leave Stark had one plan.

Clicking his wrist, all parties inside or outside of the Texas Bar with this temporal energy would suddenly glow yellow, if Crow did indeed glow yellow Stark would without question attempt to withdraw his guns manifesting them into unearthly looking pistols firing two rounds towards Crow, both rounds hoping to simply go through him like standard bullets. He would not risk somebody from his time being allowed into this universe.

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Crow Cementerio the Gunslinger from the Vice-verse now in the New Vine-Verse was face to face with a towering thug, the man had a tattoo of a cobra on face that wrapped around his neck. He was built with a body more simian then human and smelled like an ape too; apparently someone was letting the monkeys in this universe walk around. The scruffy bar tender decided to speak up his voice trembling a little in fear of the brutish gorilla. “Come on Vic just let it go apparently the kid is new here just let him go home nobody needs to end up in a hospital.” The Gunslinger from the Edge smirked a little looking at Vic in the man’s cold killer like eyes speaking so just Vic heard. “Yeah Vic go home nobody wants to end up in the hospital.” The drunken, enraged, and violent Vic aka Vicious Monro former professional wrestler turned violent criminal temper went out like a gun throwing a punch, a powerful right hook. The Rail-gun ducked under the punch and brought his head up and forward straight into the man’s nose instantly breaking it. Following the brutal head butt Crow the man arm and head and slammed it down into the bar top with enough force to crack the entire bar top all the way down it length in either direction; the Gunslinger then yank the knife out of the bar and jammed it through the man’s hand before he could let out a shout of anguish the Lightning Revolver preceded to repeatedly ram the man’s head into the bar top again and again. With each sickening slam some teeth and blood hit the floor. Crow then yanked the knife from the man’s hand and began walking away. However Vic wasn’t done yet the battered brute staggered towards the Gunslinger picking up a glass bottle and break it giving him a weapon; Crow ignored the man as he cleaned the knife and placed it in his belt. Vicious ran at Crow attempting a cheap shot but he would soon realize this would be a painful mistake he has to learn from. Without batting an eye the Gunslinger grabbed the man’s arm and using his own momentum against him propelled him down through a table shattering nearly in half. With one final attack Crow ran up as Vic staggered to his knees rolled over the petty criminal’s back while grabbing his shirt and now using the Last Gunslinger’s own momentum he threw the bigger man clean through the window out into the ocean. A smirk on his face as he said “I said go home Vic.”….

Current Time

The Gunslinger from the Edge stood in the wreckage he just caused when the White Paladin, a man who similar Crow was out of his own reality, came in much to the amusement of Crow. “Nice outfit amigo. Good thing it isn’t after labor day though.” As the man turned away, which Crow assumed was because he hurt the stranger’s feelings. However the Gunslinger highly trained vision allowed him to notice the man clicking his wrist even in this dimly lit bar. Suddenly the Last Gunslinger entire body was illuminated a faint yellow color that’s when the technological mastermind turned around withdrew two guns and fired two rounds each with the intent to kill Crow. Bang! The sound of gunfire echoed in the air but instead of the thud of Crow’s lifeless body hitting the ground the Last Gunslinger stood in front of the White Defender with his own signature revolver, Quicksilver drawn. To the eyes of the bar goers it would have seemed that the man in white completely missed his shots but to someone with the eyes like Crow they would knew the truth that Crow and (he assumed) the shooter knew it too. With inhuman speed Crow drew Quicksilver and fired with such precision that he hit the opposing bullets in mid air and deflected them with two of his bullets. The smirk was gone from Crow’s face as he stared down the new challenger, “I don’t know about you, but where I come from its common courtesy that asked a man his name before you go and start shooting. This isn’t the Catina and you certainly are not Han Solo. So who the hell are you?” The Last Gunslinger stilled glowed yellow; this was something that was strange to him and being new to this universe made an assumption. I hate the color yellow especially on me, I don’t know what this is I’m not being affected by it as far as I know. It started when that guy walked in maybe he is one of those mutants and this is his ability…What a lame as power? Crow smirked at the man as they stood in a Mexican stand off for a moment silence deafen the noise in the bar, the city, the state, the world till finally the scruffy bartender spoke, “I don’t know what you two freaks out but I don’t want any trouble so..” Crow interrupted the man, “Then get out and stay out.” With that the bartender and his patrons quickly fled the Down and Out.

As the last of the bar goers left only Crow and his mysterious white clad opponent stood in the bar time stood still for a brief moment then Crow made his move first. Without a word, without a tell the Gunslinger spun around extending his leg out his foot came in contact with a bottle of whiskey left on the table. With precise muscle control the Last Gunslinger was able to prevent himself from destroying the bottle and instead launch it intact towards the White Paladin’s face but this was only a faint as Crow completed his circle he had his revolver up and fired shattering the bottle of whiskey. This sent a barrage of alcoholic smoke screen and shattered glass shards into the mysterious wanderer’s face; Crow then rolled over the table and flipped it up as cover in case his opponent decided to start shooting back. Glancing over towards the bar he notices he had left his bag containing the gift from Sartana, El Tajo, at the bar stools. Shouting back at his opponent a smirk on his face; “I don’t know who the hell you are amigo but I’m really not in the mood to be yellow so do you mind turning me back with whatever weird mutant ability you have.” The Gunslinger from the Edge decided to create an opening and get some better cover; popping up from the table he drew the knife that Vic had left behind and throw it as hard as he could, about as face as the best major league pitcher on his very best day, aiming to impale the Anthony Stark of another dimension in the shoulder. Not wasting time to see if he hit or miss Crow ran towards the bar at full speed, knowing that he wasn’t only going for his bag but also the one thing that had to be under the bar. It doesn’t matter what bar, what state, what time, what universe every single bar…Crow grabbed the bag and then in a display of athletic astonishment he vaulted over bar top with one and landing down underneath it perfectly. Has a Twelve Gauge Double Barrel Sawed Off Shotgun under the counter! The Last Gunslinger smirked as he grabbed the weapon, that was no doubt tied under the bar counter in case anyone tried to stiff the Down and Out, then without hesitation popped back from the bar shotgun in hand and fired both buck shots at the White Avengers.

Anthony Stark’s Universe

A mutant ran across the desert landscape as the sound of gun fire rang in the night air along with screaming and a sickening laughter. The genetic freak was more spider then man with 8 eyes and a pair of extra arms his fingers webbed and his arms hairy; a man voice rang in the night, “Hey one of the freaks are getting away…” “Don’t worry he won’t get far.” Unfortunately for the x-gene owner extra eyes could not notice the trapped he ran through in his terrified state. The spider-like humanoid ran through a trip wipe that caused several chains with jagged edges launch up from the ground and wrap around his leg. “AAAAAAAHHHHH!” The mutant hit the ground in agony blood running down his legs but that wasn’t the end of the pain as part of the trap the victim landed in several caltrops that pierced his skin leaving him incapacitated. The sound of dusty boots on the desert ground closer as the silhouette of a young man came in the view of the headlights of the jeeps; it was just another night for the mutant hunting mercenary. 5 years ago when a rogue vicious mutant his childhood friend and his one true love then scarred him in the process; he vowed that he would never see anyone suffer like he did ever again and if this meant killing mutants for a price then so be it. This lead to Mutant Killing Cowboy to forming a band of renegade mercenaries called the Gunslingers who specialized in tracking, capturing, and for the right price killing mutants like the group they were tracking tonight. They were hired by the Senator of Texas to protect the border from the mutants who were trying to illegally cross over in the United States. Unfortunately for the arachnid human-mutant hybrid he was caught in the Gunslingers trapped and now he was staring up at the Leader of the Gunslingers himself; wearing khaki cargo pants with desert camouflage patterns, light brown jacket over a black v-neck t-shirt, a revolver with the name Toni etched into the grip in one hand as loaded in slowly. His face was adorned with scars especially a rather large one across his eyes and bald head in the shape of x; a pair of aviator shades covered the cobalt blue eyes as a smirked formed on the face of the Gunslinger Killer himself Crow Cementerio. He looked down at the mutant who had wandered into the trap; “Sorry amigo this just isn’t your night. Now the world will be better with one least freak in it. Adios!” The spider human, a man who had a family back home, who was a father, a husband, a son, a brother screamed out for mercy but was cut short as a single shot echoed in the desert night.

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The shots having been intercepted sent a riveting sensation through the Starks robotic-esq mind his blank face forming into a sneaky smirk knowing this would not be as easy as he had previously assumed. In contrast, Crow's smirk had subsided. Stark raised his pistols once more listening to the mans converse with open ears yet showing no emotions he simply spoke with a dead tone "Han Solo?" His brow creased Star Wars not being invented in his own universe...his total recall ability tapped into the previous Stark learning all his information "I am no bounty hunter".

A bottle was propelled into the technological titans path shattering into thousands of pieces upon being shot in midair showing gun the mans boastfully arrogant gunslinger prowess. Bringing his hand up creating an invisible magnetic field as a defense the liquid and glass was blown away, his head turning to find the reality breacher.

"Your wish.." Mentally switching off the yellow following the mans last dying wishes under his mask perpetually analyzing and creating counter measures for all anticipated or unanticipated attacks "...Is my command" His hands holstered both guns almost instantly regally folding them behind of his back a faint laugh coming out of his lips as a knife simply bounced off of his metallic shoulder. Looking down his palm activated a magnetic pull driving into the knife raising it into his own palm, the knife rattled for a few seconds as it was shot into his white grip.

His eyes scanning into X-Ray vision locating the man, his vision locked onto the sight of the shotgun, sighing Stark felt the buck shots collide with his chest causing for a moment of brief panic before his kinetic absorbent units dissipated the energy into sound-waves sending a screeching sound through the area shattering every piece of glass inside of the premises.

Without delay his palm raised, shooting out the previously stolen knife firing it towards of the man - The blade transgressing into the speed of sound through temporal energy conversion turning that energy into movement energy, the knife would tear through the wooden bar hoping to smash into the mans chest, sending another gigantic ripple through the building as a sonic boom sent chairs and other stationary flying outwards with a monstrous bang. The raw energy imparted into the blade would threaten the man even if not connected, smashing into another near him would create an explosion the size of a small frag grenade.

Without waiting for the outcome he looked down, a small, fragile hole inside of his stomach from one of the pellets from the shotgun, pressing his finger upon the crimson blooded wound his skin sealed up due to nano-bots making up 100% of his body.