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[Shaq]

Everyone get ready. We're about to begin rping soon.


It would help if everyone:


Submitted a character bio.

And for the puproses of the first arc it'd be important to know


A) Are you at the Xavier Institute or somewhere else?
B) Are you a student (like I'm assuming Wizard is) or one of the X-Men's senior staff (I'm assuming Collossus and Gambit are but I'm not sure how experienced you want to rp them)

So if you could make a post stating where you are and how experienced you are it would help.

Just to kick things off I'll be rping Prof. X and some of the senior X-Men you don't choose. From then on I'll be Fantomex.

Character bios coming soon.

 

[Vixandra]

Let me know if any of my details are off, been a long time since I looked at Xmen other then the movies.
http://www.rpgdreamer.com/pics/xmen/rogue.jpg
Name: Rogue
Real name: Anna Marie
Group Affiliation: X-Men
Height: 5'8"
Weight:120
Eyes: Green
Hair: Deep brown with white streaks framing her face
Notable relatives: Owen (father), Priscilla (mother, deceased), Carrie (aunt), Nightcrawler (foster brother), Mystique (foster mother), Destiny (foster mother)

Notable powers: Involuntary absorption of powers and memories through skin-to-skin contact. Due to prolonged exposure to Ms Marvel, Rogue has the powers of flight, strength and a "sixth/seventh" sense

Common attire: southern comfort on her off time, her "work" cloths vary from the classic attire to the solid black to the blue shown above. Usually the blue.

 

[Screech]

OK, I'm going more for the 'associate' angle for Dead Hand. Tends to help out of requested (works for free - he's not particularly a fan of the Brotherhood, or human supremacist groups), otherwise he's off doing mercenary work for anyone who will pay.

However, for the sake of the story, I'll have him hanging around at the institute after helping out with their latest mission, probably in the rec room, lounging and playing pool.

 

[Jeremy Davis]

Im not sure where to have Gambit. Last thread I play him in was Chewie's thread, and in that thread I had him in New Orleans when the Shit hit the fan Storyline wise and He met with the XMen team sent there to find a sentenel factory.

I guess it would depend on what the initial SL is gonna be as to where he will start. Anyone wanna fill me in on the SL? PM me if you are hiding it from the others.

 

[Shaq]

Fantomex

I'll be rping Fantomex and at the beginning of the storyline Professor X.



Fantomex

Real Name: Unrevealed (Charlie Cluster 7 according to uncannyxmen.net)
Aliases: Weapon XIII, Jean-Phillipe
Nationality: Of The World
First Appearance: New X-Men #128


Powers and Abilities:
innate talent for misdirection and reading the body language of others with incredible skill, possesses an E.V.A. partner which sprung forth from his body then grew to its current size, manifesting his primary nervous system externally, with retractable landing legs, hovering and propulsion capabilities, morphing doorways, passenger room, and a machine consciousness

Apart from those his powers are somewhat undefined to say the least.

He has peak human level agility and fighting skills (think Daredevil) and has a questionable past. He has worked with the X-Men on occassion but always has his own agenda.

 

[Shaq]

Before the beginning

At a Police Precinct in New York
4 hours ago

A burly, overweight officer bites into a donut as he stares into a video screen.

“Fucking strange. Weirdest fucking shit I‘ve seen in my life.” he says while chewing on the flaky desert.

“No shit Murphy.” his Sergeant mutters.

“These crazy motherfuckers, get guns, and dress up in these silly ass Halloween costumes, and then decide they don’t have anything better to do than shoot up an entire fucking grocery store. These guys are nuts. When we catch these fucks I hope they give ‘em all the chair.”

“We won’t catch these fucks.” Murphy says while leaning back in his chair.

“What the hell are you talking about Murph?” his Sergeant asks.

“Well for starters, we aren’t even supposed to try to catch these guys. Usually when costumes fight we’re the first to catch the case right? The Captain gives that same long lecture about bringing these costume types under control. What’s he always say? ‘Cause the only people that are supposed to fight crime are the men wearin’ a blue one!’” Officer Murphy pauses to chuckle.

“But not this time. Not one word from the Captain. And I asked around. The Homeland Security boys confiscated the Costco Security video. Now why the fuck would they do that?“

Sergeant Walter’s eyes widen as he awaits an answer.

“Cause they don’t want us, or anybody to catch this guy. Somebody tried to take this guy out tonight and they went through a hell of a lot of trouble to do it. And you know why?”

Sergeant Walter’s eyes widen impatiently as he awaits an answer.

“Cover up!“ the officer hisses quietly. He furtively glances around to see if anyone else is looking.

“Think about it Sarge. The entire fucking thing was caught on tape by those amateur cameramen. And not on one camera, not two cameras, they had a whole fucking crew out there! They captured every moment of that shit. What was that they said to the reporter. ‘They received a tip from a source that a large scale mutant attack was going to take place and they were there to film it.‘ Bullshit. This goes high man. I’m telling you. That guy in the gray suit was probably one of the government’s men. But he probably did something that he wasn’t supposed to do so they tried to get rid of him. And the Costco security film probably proves they were involved. Poor bastard probably figured they wouldn’t try anything in a place so crowded but that plan went to Hell. I‘m telling you Walt, it’s a stinkin’ cover-up. “

Sergeant Murphy rolls his eyes at the officer.

“Cover-up Murph? Well, that sounds like a pretty good theory and all except for one thing. Who the fuck is going to attempt a large scale assassination, film it, and then have it air on national tv if they want to cover the shit up!?”

Officer Murphy’s face tightens.

“Yeah, I thought of that too. Maybe to send a message to other traitors or something.”

“Someone needs to a send a message to the department shrink you nimrod.” the Sergeant mutters as he points the remote control back toward the monitor.

Sergeant Walters rewinds the taped footage that aired on CNN earlier. He watches in silence as the camera follows a man dressed in a gray “ninja” costume flip backwards on top of a freezer holding frozen meat.

“God damn it Murph will you look at this.“

Officer Murphy inches his face closer to the screen while he slowly chews his donut.

Sergeant Walters rewinds the video then presses the “Move Frame” button on the controller. The two men watch in stunned silence as they see the masked man dressed in gray from head to toe bend toward the ground as though he is going to stoop. They look as the moving video frames show him pushing himself off of the ground until his toes no longer touch. Then the camera follows the man as his head and feet make a clockwise revolution in the air.

Sergeant Murphy stops pressing the controls for a moment and lets the video rest. With his eyes wide open he looks at the motionless man on the screen hovering a foot above the grocery store freezer.

Continuing to move the still frames of the video they watch as he completes his back flip and falls slowly to rest atop of the freezer. But as the man begins to land, in a motion so quick that it only spans a few frames, he reaches into holsters they can’t seem to see and both of his hands emerge holding pistols that look like larger versions of the tech nine automatic weapon. The two men hear a loud bang and a “WHOOSH!“ sound as they watch the guns move in his hand. As the next video frame plays, they see several flashes followed by small, streaking objects emerging from his weapons.

Sergeant Walters stops pressing the remote control and lets out a deep breath. He stares at Officer Murphy with a face of disbelief.

“Who the FUCK is this guy!?” the Sergeant asks, letting each word slowly leak out of his mouth.

Officer Murphy takes the remote from his Sergeant and turns his head back toward the video screen.

He continues moving the video frames and the two men watch as a dozen more streaking objects enter the screen and crash into the freezer glass that the costumed man stood in front of a mere moment earlier.

Awestruck, the men watch as the large glass slowly shatters into shards.

“What I want to know Walt,” Murphy says as he stops of the video and turns to his fellow officer.

“Is who the FUCK did this guy piss off!?”

 

[Shaq]

Fantomex

At a Costco Supermarket in New York City
6 hours ago

"Your phone." Fantomex says coldly.

"My phone?" the man says.

"Yes." the masked man replies.

"Uh, honey, you wouldn't believe this. This guy in a ninja costume said he'd give me anything I want if I let him make a call on my cell. Oh shit, this is a joke! He just pulled out a wad of cash! I'll call you right back babe! Bye!"

The man hurriedly hangs up and stares at the huge wad of money the man is holding. Taking his eyes off the money for a moment the man looks in the eyes of muscular figure standing before him. He is clad in gray from head to toe and a gray cowl covers his entire face except his eyes.

"So let me get this straight. You'll give me anything I want and all I have to do is let you use my phone for a second?" the man asks incredulously.

"That's right." Fantomex replies.

"Anything I want!?" the man asks as he greedily looks at the wad of bills.

"No matter what!?"

"Anything you want." Fantomex replies.

The man looks to the side and grins slyly for a moment.

"Okay man, it's deal. But you have to give it to me before I let you use my phone."

Under his mask Fantomex smiles broadly.

"Great! We have a deal then." he says to the man. When he finishes speaking Fantomex looks down toward his right hand. He raises it and extends his arm outward toward his side. He turns his head toward his extended arm and begins to stretch it as far as possible.

Straining with all his force Fantomex lets out a groan of pain and discomfort as he tries to stretch his arm farther than his socket will allow.

The man holding the phone looks on silently as Fantomex strains to extend his right arm away from his body. He scowls his brow in uncomfortable bewilderment as he watches this strange man attempt to pull his arm out of his own socket.

Suddenly Fantomex relaxes his arm and brings it down again.

"Aaah, that's better. Much better. I like to stretch it when I’m feeling tense. I’ve been pretty stressed out lately, but things should get better soon. So tell me, what is it that you want for letting me use your phone?" he asks the man.

The man stares at Fantomex for a moment and pauses as he tries to purge the extreme weirdness of what he just saw out of his mind. Recalling Fantomex's proposal the man decides that the quicker he lets him use his phone, the quicker he can have that money and leave.

"Oh, oh yeah. Hmmm. This is a tough one. But I think what I want is that big fat thick old stack of," the man glances to look down at the wad of cash Fantomex held in his other hand. But his voice trails off when he sees that the wad of cash is gone and instead has been replaced by a menacing looking gun.

Instantly, the man's eyes widen in fright and he feels his heart begin to beat so quickly that he fears his chest will explode.

"Oh God." the man stammers quietly.

In a swift motion Fantomex raises the gun and rests the nozzle in the middle of the man's forehead.

"So" Fantomex says coldly as he eyes stare into the other man's.

"What do you want to let me use your phone?"

Tears begin to swell up in the man's eyes. He feels a sickness in the pits of his stomach worse than any he has never felt before. His throat is tight and feels dry, and he musters every ounce of strength left in his body just to open his mouth and utter

"Oh God. Please don't kill me man. Please. Please!" he murmurs as tears escape his eyes.

“And you’ll let me use your phone?” Fantomex asks.

The man nods meekly and begins to sob as he feels the nozzle move against his head.

Fantomex withdraws the gun and exclaims “It’s a deal!”

Extending his hand toward the man he reaches out and takes the phone from the man’s weak grip.

Fantomex begins to walk a short distance away. He turns his back and begins to dial numbers on the phone.

“You’re really generous you know that? A lot of people would have taken advantage of this situation and asked for something outrageous. Heck, if it was me I probably would have asked for a ridiculous sum of money!”

Fantomex raises his hand again and has spread out a wad of bills that he wiggles between his fingers..

The man watches as Fantomex puts the phone to his ear and awaits the person on the other end to pick up.

“Ridiculous sum of money AND the keys to your car. No, no, ridiculous sum of money, the keys to your car AND a night with your wife. Heh, two nights! Uh, hello? Richie. It’s me. Me. No, me! Richie, now isn’t the time for jokes man, it’s me. I told you I was going to call. Last month! I left you a message. Fine, you can be an ass if you want pal, I’m trying to do you a favor. Yeah, I’m trying to do you a favor! I know you have that presentation coming up in a month and you and the rest of those bozos you hang out with haven’t lifted a finger. Didn’t I come through for you when you needed your physics grade “amended”? Yeah, now you know who I am! Well man I’m going to come through for you again. Bring all your gear, your whole team because tonight there is going to be a mutant attack at the Costco downtown. The one across from Petsmart. It doesn’t matter how I know! I just know if you ever plan to graduate and move out of your parents basement you’d better get here with your crew and give the world something to see! Stop being such a punk. You‘ll be fine. From what I hear the most they may do is take you hostage for an hour as part of a mutant demonstration or something then let you go. It’s more of a spectacle than anything but they will totally destroy the store. Get here faster than that. Some people actually stick to deadlines.”

Fantomex flips the phone and hangs it up. He walks a few steps over to where he left the man and returns the phone.

“Thanks again.” he says as he smiles under his mask and walks away. After he walks 3 aisles away he Fantomex thinks to himself about recent events. The ones that are past and the ones that are to come.

“Predictable” he thinks to himself.

“The coward doesn’t run he just stands there and waits. He’ll keep standing there for a couple more seconds to make sure I’m really gone then he’ll run like a psycho through store until he reaches an employee who will call someone in management. The fucker won’t even stop to think he can call the police himself from his cell phone. He’ll be hysterical and it will take at least a minute and a half for the guys upstairs to figure out what he’s saying. 30 more seconds before they believe him. Factor in the two minutes it will take for a manager to come down, the 10 seconds it will take for the manager to radio to the office that they need to call the police, the 2 minutes it will take them to describe why they are calling and the 15 to 20 minutes, depending on traffic, it will take the cops to come get ‘a crazy guy with a gun’ and Dumbass and his friends should get inside here in enough time to see the cops and know I’m serious but before the real heavy hitters arrive and seal off the place.“

Everything was going as planned. But deep inside Fantomex was fighting a feeling he couldn’t shake. What if something went wrong? What if they got to him first? If they took him out before he could reach the X-Men, the only people who could help him, then the consequences would be disasterous for everyone.

 

[Shaq]

OOC: Fantomex is about to meet another rper in the thread


By the way, one of the first posts you guys can make can let us know where you are.

Considering this is a big story of a supposed mutant attack that was captured on film, most of you guys will be able to see the battle on CNN and other news networks.

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

X Institute, Game Room
"Eight ball, corner pocket."

The cue tapped the cue ball, physicis did its job and the aforementioned eight ball slipped gently into the corner pocket. A smile spread across her lips as Rogue straightened up, turning her attention to a "late breaking report" on CNN.

Her green eyes widened as she stood there, gloved grip loose around the cue, watching the "Costco Mutant Standoff" unfold on national television. "Well... looks like we have work to do, eh, sugah?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard

Xavier Institute, Game Room

Wizard looked up, seeing Rogue's eyes widen, and then looked at the television. He had only just met the slightly older woman at the Institute, and had began a pool game with her. He had heard rumours about her powers, and found it intriguing that she had only retained the power of one person she absorbed. He himself knew what danger his powers could cause, but they had been under control for about two years now. He was about to graduate from being a student, and hoped to join the Xmen on missions.

He studied the TV, before looking at the sultry woman in her spandex bodysuit. He grinned, and made his shot, before setting the pool cues up. "You go do your work, I'll be waiting when you get back for the story."

OOC: this should be when Xavier decides to send him along

 

[Jeremy Davis]

::A thick cloud of smoke hung low from the ceiling and the more those around the room smoked the lower the cloud of smoke got. It would soon threaten the lungs of every nonsmoker within the bar and make every-ones clothing smell as though they were on fire. The sound of a pool game echoed every now and then through the boom of conversation, and all seemed to be as normal in the nightclub.

Gambit sat along at the bar, his brown trench coat still clinging to him, but minus the body armor and headband he wore in combat situations. The only thing he couldn't change was the color of his eyes, but with the way contacts worked now and days he was just looked upon as being goth with his black eyes and red pupils. As long as he didn't have to use his mutant ability he would go unnoticed in public just the way the ex-thief liked it.

A drink sat before him, and for some reason this evening he was milking it. Lately he wasn't feeling like himself and a depressed state had come over him that he couldn't explain. He just picked it up to finish what was left when the special report on the 11 o'clock news started.::

Turn that up Cherie...

::He said to the bartender, and she did so, the volume growing til he could hear it over the rest of the crowd. Soon after the footage aired, some of the people in the crowd started mumbling about how its about time the mutants got what was coming to them, and freak was a word tossed about more often than not.

How stupid you all sound spouting shit like that out of your holes.

Seeing the mutant on the footage attack as it did, he couldn't help but wonder if the X-men were going to show up and save the day. The thought of days gone by when he was apart of the group and his relationship with Rogue just put him into more of a depression, so he reached into an inside pocket of his coat and tossed some money - enough for the beer and a tip- and headed towards the door. He didn't know where he was going, but something told him that even here in New Orleans during Marti Gras he may nae be safe

Once out on the Street, Gambit tried to blend into the crowd as best as he could. With Marti Gras in full swing, the streets were filled with the decadent. People wearing beeds offering to do almost anything for another necklace, then there were the ones in the shadows performing every sexual act known to man. A smirk crossed Gambits face and all he culd manage to do was shake his head.

If the rest of the world were only so blind as these people are now. Not a care in the world, no violence, no crime, just fun....

 

[Screech]

Dead Hand, in full combat constume, casually strolled into the rec room, a can of fizzy soft drink in his hand. He'd only been here a few hours, and was probably starting to wear out his welcome (that Cyclops character had looked at him kinda strangely). The southern belle calling herself Rogue was still shooting pool with the kid who called himself wizzaro or something. Not like he really cared much. "Yo dweebs. What's with the stature impersonations?" He looked up to see news of a mutant attack on a small shop somewhere. "Oh. Another one. Joy."

 

[Shaq]

Professor Xavier

Westchester County, New York
The Xavier Institute

In the center of the mansion's lower floors lies a large room. The room is so large and its contents so sparse that the room almost seems hollow when it is uninhabited. But as one draws toward the center of the room, the majesty of the communication's chamber becomes apparent.

The room is dark and lit only by the numerous monitors located throughout the room's center. The lack of lighting except for the monitors is appropriate because at this moment the room's setting matches the mood of its occupants as every ounce of attention is focused on the images on the screen.

"Have they got a definitive body count?" the X-Man named Cyclops asks grimly.

"No" answers Professor Xavier, Founder of the X-Men and former headmaster of the institute.

"though all the casualties seem to be incidental. We have only the footage of these purported amateurs to make a determination but it seems as though none of the victims of this attack were the actual targets. The objective, it appears, was to eliminate Fantomex."

"Still hasn't stopped the media from calling this a mutant attack I see. Shouldn't be surprised I guess." says the X-Men's strike team co-leader named Havok.

Ignoring his younger brother's comment Cyclops asks "But why Professor? Who is this guy? This 'Fantomex'?"

"Well, are you ready for this?"

Everyone in the communications room turns to the room's entrance. In the lit hallway the silhouette of a female figure can barely be recognized but the "voice" is unmistakable.

"We don't know. The materials that you see covering Fantomex's face and mask prevent both the Professor and I from penetrating his mind and reading his thoughts." Jean Grey, Headmistress of the Xavier Institute says telepathically as she enters the room.

She plants a quick kiss on the cheek of her husband then speaks vocally.

"The Professor and I met Fantomex before. Some of the others have met him as well. Frankly, we don't know who or what he is. He claims to be a mutant, victimized by the Weapon X program. The same program that experimented on Wolverine."

"The same program that also experimented on this man" Professor X says as he pauses the recorded newscast.

"Deadpool." Havok says.

"What is he doing there?" Cyclops asks.

"I've reviewed all of the available footage so far Scott. Most of the film follows Fantomex but I've been able to detect Wade Wilson in several instances. It appears this is the man whom Fantomex was fighting."

"Deadpool is a mercenary. And an assassin if the money's right. Maybe someone hired him to kill Fantomex." Havok says.

"He wouldn't be the first." Jean replies.

"We don't know much about him we do know this. He is dangerous. And he can't be trusted. He has a spaceship that he claims IS his mutation. He claims his entire nervous system manifested externally when he was just a boy and eventually "grew up" into his space vessel. But we also know that his mutant powers somehow involve deception. When the Professor and I met him he mentioned something about "misdirection" and "illusion". We don't know the extent of his powers or his activities but if Fantomex is involved we have to be extremely cautious."

"Do we act Professor Xavier?" Havok asks.

"I think the wisest action at the moment Alex would be to wait."

"I'm worried about the negative press this is getting already Professor. Should we send Alex's team to investigate? With enough evidence we could issue a statement through institute by tomorrow." Cyclops suggests.

"Unfortunately, Scott this incident occurred hours ago. Federal authorities have sealed off the location. I'm afraid investigating this matter and remaining undetected is impossible. Also, I'm a bit concerned by the very nature of this incident. Why was Fantomex there? A supermarket is not the most conspicuous of places for a Europe's Most Wanted Mutant Terrorist. And the news outlets are reporting that both the police teams and the reporters who filmed the incident were on hand within the store while this battle occurred. I find it naive to consider that coincidence."

"Exactly, my point Professor. All of this is to orchestrated to be a spontaneous battle between two masked nutcases." Cyclops says.


"I do not deny that the scene of the crime deserves investigation. But it seems" the Professor voice trails off as he focuses on the screen.

"We have immediate concerns of our own that warrant investigation."

"What do you...." the image frozen on the computer monitors answers Havok's question.

On the screen Fantomex is firing his weapon so furiously that numerous bullet shells can be seen escaping his gun and falling to the floor. But all of the gathered mutants notice something more important. As he fires his weapon he stand over a frightened woman covering the two children crying in a stroller. And on the right side of Fantomex's costume, nestled on his right thigh, is a bright, glowing, light blue distinctive "X".

 

[Shaq]

Professor X

"All Senior X-Men report to the War Room. All Senior X-Men report to the War Room." the sound of the Professor's voice booms over the mansions loud speakers.


"Is that one of our communication receivers?" Havok asks.

"Yes. I was able to isolate an image to confirm it. The X is one of ours." Professor X replies.

"But how..."

"That's what I hope to find out." Professor Xavier answers.

Turning to his first student Professor Xavier asks, "Scott which of the senior staff are still at the mansion?"

"Emma and Kitty are gone meeting with parents who are considering their children for enrollment next semester. Nightcrawler and his team are on a mission. Before he left, he also took some of Havok's team for assistance. I'm not sure where Beast or Logan are. And Gambit...."

"Yes. I know."

"Do we need to contact the others?" Jean asks.

"Not yet. I would like to know what we can find among those here." Professor Xavier replies. Turning toward Havok he says "Nightcrawler's mission required members of your team to assist him. It would be too dangerous to ask them to return and we still do not know the full severity that this incident with Fantomex will cause. Have you reviewed the appraisal files Emma has been working on?"

"Yeah, well, I've been pretty up on it. We've been really busy lately so I hadn't kept up to date on it. I know that one kid...Simmons..."

"Simms. John." Xavier says while focusing on the still image of Fantomex.

"Emma feels that he is among the top students at the Institute. If we do need you I would like you to involve him on your team to compensate for the others."

Havok nods.

"There's also Deadhand." Cyclops suggests.

"Don't we have enough masked psychos to worry about?" Jean jokes.

"He's accomplished in battle. Wizard has enormous potential but I'm still worried he's not ready for Alex's team. I'd rather have more accomplished combatants on our strike force." Cyclops says.

"It's your team Alex, your call." Jean says looking at him.

"Rogue and I would be fine." Alex says. "But without the rest of my team we are a little short on fire power so we could use Dead Hand. But if we go out it would be a good test for Wizard. Could he really be good enough to be an X-Man?"

"Emma, Kitty and the Professor seem to think so." Cyclops says.

"And you don't?" Alex jabs.

Suddenly the Professor's eyes widen in alarm and Jean Grey lets out a low moan.

After a moment the two stare at each other in silence.

"What is it? What happened???" Havok asks.

"All senior staff. Report to the War Room immiediately." Xavier repeats.

"We received a telepathic message from Fantomex. He says he is coming to the mansion."

"Why?" Cyclops asks.

"He is requesting sanctuary." Xavier says.

"He is in danger."

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard

Wizard winced, hearing the announcement over the loudspeaker. He knew the Professor was telepathic, and often wondered why the speakers were even necessary, but chose not to question. He made a mental note to ask to have them adjusted, since the one in the game room had been giving a bit of feedback. He felt the familiar tickle that indicated someone was talking about him, and raised an eyebrow, before pulling out the book he used to keep the spells in check. The power within him required him to write down the words that flowed through his mind and heart, lest they cause unwanted effects. He learned that the hard way, when he had caused one of Logan's collection of weapons to vaporize with a new spell. He wasn't writing in the book, not right now anyways. Rather, he was studying the spells he had written down, suddenly feeling as if he might need them.

As he read, his lips moved with the words, forming inflections and tones silently. He was blessed with a photographic memory, probably because of the nature of his powers, and he was slightly worried by the symbol of the Xmen on the terrorist's thigh. He mentally went over the events on the news, even as he studied the words in the book, and couldn't for the life of him figure out why one of theirs would be killing people.

It was then that he noticed a package on the table that hadn't been there a moment ago. He walked over to the table, and slowly opened the package, revealing an ornate sword, clearly dating from the tenth century, if not older. He looked at the address, only to find it simply read "your ancestors" in a very arcane-looking script.

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: i'm considering adding a human character, a Mutant Rights activist

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

"Senior, huh? I suppose that includes me," Rogue said with a smile, her southern drawl apparent. Seeing the look on Wizard's face, she added, "Cheer up, sugah, I'll put in a good word, maybe they'll let you come out this time."

Leaving the room at a quick walk, Rogue made her way down to the war room, nodding to those assembled as she walked in. Gone was the cheery southern girl, replaced with a no-nonsense attitude. "Wizard and I caught the news from New Orleans, what's the plan? And can we take the kid along with us, it'd be good for him."

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard

Wizard watched Rogue leave the game room, and smiled. For some reason, he felt comfortable around her. Maybe it was because both of them required external apparati to control their powers, or maybe it was the fact that she was utterly gorgeous and very humble, but he felt as if he could tell her anything. He shrugged, and went about examining the sword, by instinct writing down the runes in his book, before picking it up and sliding it out of its sheath. It was clearly well-crafted, but something told him it wasn't made by the hands of a normal human.

He remembered stories of ancient mage-born metalsmiths, and wondered vaguely if one of them had crafted this masterpiece. He looked up at the screen, and decided to put the sword and sheath under his coat. He quickly shrugged the coat off, and slid the sheath's straps over his shoulders, before pulling the coat back on and sliding the sword into the sheath. He sat back down, closing the book and thinking of Rogue. He was about 10 when she first came to the academy. He remembered she had been a girl of about 15 at the time, and now...well, she definitely grew up, didn't she. He grinned sheepishly, then sobered up and looked up at the tv again.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Deadpool

OOC: Hi, I'm going to be the resident Villian it seems. Well sort of. I'll play a few for now. As it stands I'm doing Deadpool. Later I'll be Juggernaut with the X-men. I may also do others. If you want to know who I am for a post look at the title. This is the beginning of the fight that you likely will be witnesing already. I apologise for the lateness, I've been runnning around.

Deadpool looked out through his crimson and black mask. It was so very good to be back in a game. That stodgy messiah wanna-be Cable had really been cramping my style and pay. Retrieval and murder were so profitable.

" A Cost-co" Deadpool groaned. " He ran into a Cost-co? Why don't I ever get heroic last stands from people in dramatic locations. Like a bar or a trendy night club. How Am I supposed to recconect with the Olson twins while having an epic battle if I fight in a cost-co"

Deadpool walked through the doors normally, making little effort to conceal his Sword already in his right hand, and his specially made Pistol, in his left.

"Welcome to cos" the speaker said as Deadpool walked through the automatic doors *Blam* *CRASH* Deadpool shot the speaker before it could continue.
"And have a nice day too. Maitenance to the entrance please"

Deadpool walked his movements losing noise as he went through the aisles. "Where are you? Come out and play"

Dead pool saw a movement in the aisle to his right, and looked spinning to instant control. It was a frightened blond cashier.

"Aw don't worry Deadpool never hurts the pretty ladies. Least not until they try to hurt him anyway. But little fools in grey witht hings they shouldn't have. Where are they. They get to DIE!"

 

[Screech]

Dead Hand heard the annoncement over the tannoy system requesting all senior members to go to the "war room". He had never been there, and with good reason too! He wasn't an "x-man", and had no desire to become one. No, vigalante work was just far too rewarding for him, and he guessed he'd never have the oppotunity to pull weeds out of the collective human geene-gool if he was one of Xavier's merry men.

Dead Hand rolled up the bottom of his mask and took a drink from his soda, while observing what the kid calling himself "Wizard" was doing. Of course, he had to admit, the name could have been worse. Wizz-kid, Wizzo, and Spell-boy sprang to mind. He saw Wizard pick up some sort of old world blade, before putting it on under his jacket. "Nice blade ya got there kiddo. Looks old. And, of course, a killer of a pick up line for to try on that southern gal you were lookin' at". He chuckled to himself, imagining Wizard saying 'do you wanna check out my sword' to Rogue, and probably getting a facefull of fist shortly after....

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard turned to the older man, and grinned widely. He too could just imagine the results of using a pickup line on Rogue. 'Wait a minute, the last thing I remember was this huge...southern fist coming at my face'. The thought was a sobering one, even if it made him feel like giggling. No, Rogue was not the type of girl who would find it funny in the slightest. Still, he couldn't help but be amused by the image. He figured he didn't stand a chance with the southern belle, and even if he did, because of her powers, it would make things difficult...unless.... He remembered something that had happened the other day, when Rogue was napping on a couch in the game room. He had brushed a lock of her hair away from her face, and had accidentally touched her. Nothing had happened, though he had expected to be drained dry. If it wasn't a fluke, it might have been possible that he was immune to her powers, like he was to Kitty's and Jubilee's.

He sat back down, pondering this for several minutes. It would make life very interesting if he could indeed touch her without worrying about what happened to her last boyfriend.

 

[Screech]

Hmmm. Seemed like Wizard was a thinker, not a talker. Fine. Dead Hand was prety much the other way round. He'd happily talk away for hours on end even if no-one was listening to him, which, unfortunatly, was often the case. "Still, any an who can charm that little firecracker sure is gonna be lucky! I mean, some girls are just to die for, and trust me on this, cos I've seen it happen! Not like that Ororo Monroe. I mean, she's pretty an all, but she can't express emotion without zapping some poor bloke with a lighning bolt or some such, so not the type I'd go for"

He looked up at the TV. They were replaying the footage again. Hey! Something looks familiar about that arm, leg, and gun from the other guy in there! Could it be... possably....? "AWRIGHT! YEAH! GO DEADPOOL! KNEW YA COULDN'T STAY OUTTA THE LIMELIGHT FOR LONG BUDDY!!" Dead Hand lauged and cheered at the TV

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard looked up, then laughed at the antics of the older man. He saw what he was looking at, and shook his head. He grinned evilly. "Friend of yours? Coworker perhaps? Either way, you're right about Rogue. And you're right about Storm too. Come to think of it, she was impressed by some of my spells, especially my Sparkshot one."

With that, he started chanting some of the words, sparks starting to crackle from his finger tips, then suddenly jumping from his hands to a window, blasting it outward in a shower of tiny shards of glass. He opened his eyes, and grinned again. The power came naturally to him, but he rarely had time to practice the new spells. He hoped some day to be allowed in the Danger Room for such purposes, but he figured that was some ways off.

 

[Screech]

Dead Hand laughed. "Deadpool? Friend? Well, more of an aquaintance really. Used to hang out at the same club. Hey, did you know he once chopped off the Rhino's horn for use as an aphrodisiac for some old geezer? Priceless story!" He took another sip of his soda, finding that it was nearly empty now. "And take my advice kid, Storm's too old for ya"

As soon as Wizard used his ability and 'accidently' blew out one of the windows, Dead Hand nearly fell over from supprise. "Woah! Nice blast there kid! Of course, I know a thing or two about electricity myself" So saying, a small electrical field surrounded Dead Hand's left hand, giving off a blue light. "Sorta how I got my name, if ya get me. And if it's training ya wanna do, heck, you can twirl that pig-sticker of yours around against me if ya want. I mean, not on the streets or anything, but I'm sure the prof'll let us hang around for such stuff, y'know?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard smiled, and looked at the sword over his shoulder. The hilt alone looked dangerous. The thought of training with it sounded interesting, but he figured Logan would be a better choice of training partner, as he knew ALL about such weapons. Still, it would be interesting to learn how to wield the sword, especially since he could swear that he recognized the handwriting on the tag. He shrugged, picking up his book, and showed it to Dead Hand, revealing an illegible script to anyone but him. He assumed the words were written in the language of magic, but Xavier always said he was a mutant. Still, it made little sense why only he could read it, and why no one else could copy the writing.

He smiled, and looked up at the television again. He whispered a few words, and the channel changed, being directed by a telekinetic spell. His abilities were growing more and more varied each day, but he had to constantly write the new ones down, otherwise they would do a lot of damage. Still, he was learning how to control it, and he had a good idea what he could do, at least, at the moment.

"The question of the millennium is, is it mutant power, or magic."