Showing posts with label Namor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Namor. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Storm – Check – MK Stangeland Jr.


(NAMOR the SUB-MARINER is on the verge of one of his ‘Invade the surface world!’ binges again.)

(10 Panels)

(Since this page probably looks a little crowded, I’m trying my hand at one of those panel guidelines for it to help show how I’m thinking it might all be able to fit.)

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Panel 1: NAMOR is storming down a beach and halfway into the water. STORM has flown to put herself in NAMOR’s path.

STORM: Namor, STOP!

NAMOR: Stand aside, woman.

Panel 2: NAMOR sweeps his hand aside to try to signal for STORM to get out of his way.

NAMOR: You may control the weather, but I rule the sea!

Panel 3: Upward angled view of STORM as her eyes begin to glow, intended to make her look more intimidating. Above her, the sky begins to darken and clouds begin to form.

STORM: You doubt my powers out here?

Panel 4: Wide view of the surrounding area as a miniature hurricane – miniature as in about as covering as small an area as is possible – begins to form around the two.

Panel 5: View from inside a nearby city as people begin to look towards the direction of the uniquely small storm that’s begin to form off in the distance and the clouds that hang above in the sky. While the winds aren’t very violent around them, there is sign that there’s far lesser winds affecting them as well.

Panel 6: View from space of the general area surrounding where NAMOR and STORM are standing, where it’s seen that as small as the storm is, the clouds that are forming around it can still be seen from space.

Panel 7: Image of a news program, where an anchor is sitting at a desk with a picture of a hurricane up over his shoulder.

NEWS ANCHOR: This just in, there are reports of a freak, miniature hurricane forming…

Panel 8: Panel returns to NAMOR as he stands in the middle of the storm. He looks around, but in typical NAMOR style, he appears unphased by STORM’s display.

Panel 9: The hurricane begins to break up as STORM lets her powers subside. The white is gone from her eyes and there is now a smile on her face.

STORM: Glad to know you’re able to listen to reason, Namor.

NAMOR: Of course…

Panel 10: STORM flies back past NAMOR towards shore with the expectation that he intends to follow her. She’s largely off-panel at the moment, though, as it largely focuses on NAMOR, who is still standing in the water. He turns so that he can watch as STORM flies past her, the intent being that he’s ‘checking her out’. There might be a small, cartoonish style heart over his head to help emphasize the point that her display caused him to become smitten with her.

NAMOR: …what kind of king would I be otherwise?

(END PAGE)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Storm- Storm Warning -Dan Hill

PAGE FIVE

Panel 1
Close up on NAMOR.

NAMOR: You came here expecting some playful back and forth.

Panel 2
Fixed panel. Namor, bored.

NAMOR: I’m busy, so I’ll save you the trouble.

NAMOR: I did it.

Panel 3
Wide panel; We’re in a meeting room somewhere in Atlantis. The entire room is made of a strange, see through material. Looking outside it’s apparent we’re somewhere hundreds of feet beneath the ocean.

In the room itself is a table, Namor at one end, STORM at the other. Some ATLANTEAN GUARDS also dot the room. Storm is not in her X-Men uniform, but a functional black suit that would look at home on a Navy Seal.

STORM: I know. But that Roxxon rig was in Genoshan waters.

STORM: We may be broken and battered, but we are rebuilding and we will not tolerate this kind of aggression.

Panel 4
Back on Namor, he gestures his hands to indicate their surroundings.

NAMOR: Look where you are. You do not frighten me Ororo Munroe.

Panel 5
Angle on Storm, not taken in by Namor’s arrogance.

STORM: I could rip the air from your gills right now.



Panel 6
On Storm still, now standing up as if ready to leave.

STORM: I could bring typhoons and disasters down on this kingdom by merely thinking about it.

STORM: So, I advise you to look where you are, Namor McKenzie.

Panel 7
Tight on Namor, not amused.

NO COPY

Panel 8
On Namor, breaking out into a predatory smile.

NAMOR: My mistake Madam President.