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ㅤ Dane Whitman 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 #MARVELRP / #MVRP

I wonder how Brian is doing.

Sometimes being a hero isn’t about glory and battle and kids with you in their lunchbox. Sometimes it just means carrying a burden because nobody else can… Even if the world will hate you for it.

that’ll do much for PR or beating the whole ‘history repeats itself’ I keep hearing about.”

time travel, space travel, occasionally going a little crazy. It’s… A lot. Dane blinked at her comment on Americans and self-proclaimed castle owners. Then he began to laugh. “That’s actually a really good point. Plus the French and Spanish would show up. I don’t think —

“That’s a pretty astute observation. And nice of you to say.” He doesn’t mean to lore dump like that of course. Nobody could blame her for not being too intimately familiar with his rather convoluted past. Eternals, Captain Britain Corps., Weirdworld Rulings, Ghost Ancestors, —

T’Challa for that either… I’m an American though, isn’t stealing England’s whole thing and calling it my own like the whole schtick?

Scary, boring, possibly a super villain because of the last Black Knight. And because my squire — sidekicks are a bad idea by the way — kinda went crazy, stole my sword, and also became a villain. Then he died. But I got my sword back! I don’t think I ever actually thanked —

You’d be one of the few, but thank you… I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t really get out a lot. I guess if I have a castle I could conceivably just name my land England and declare it a town. I dunno who’d really care or try to stop me. Hmm…

Well, I may not have my doctorate like some of the big brains, but I have a Masters in Physics. My bioengineering is self-taught mostly from access I had to… Nevermind, I’m hearing how boring I sound right now. Did I say England? I meant Virginia. Long, long story.

I like your sword. Weird question but… Is it magic?

Hi, Diana of Themyscira. I’m Dane of… No, that doesn’t really work. I’m not ‘of’ anything. I guess just Dane.

Who exactly are you?

Every scientist is a LITTLE mad. Sure, sure, sure, we’d just kind of have to go to England. I have an apartment here in New York but that’s not really the place for them, so I leave them at the family estate.

Kinda. Not the actual mythical being though. See, I spliced avian DNA and equine DNA to create a winged horse capable of flight and transporting me around. And I clone them. But they’re not ACTUAL Pegasus. Pegasuses? Pegasi?

Good to know. You don’t have to protect me either, I’ve got my sword. And my flying horses.

I mean, I wouldn’t advertise it about myself, but I can’t take the truth as an insult. I’m pretty sure you could turn me into a tin can so… Squishy.