MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico
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				Title: <strong>MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:59:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">THREAD DIRECTORY</span></strong><br><br><strong>Administrative:</strong><br>Recruitment Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156287.msg7151369#msg7151369)<br>Character Biographies (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156367.msg7156000#msg7156000)<br>OOC &amp; Plot Discussion (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156288.msg7151409#msg7151409)<br><br><strong>In-Character:</strong><br>New York (<em>Eastern US/Canada</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156508.msg7165306#msg7165306)<br>Los Angeles (<em>Western US/Mexico</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156511.msg7165393#msg7165393)<br>Moscow (<em>Europe &amp; Northern Asia</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156514.msg7165561#msg7165561)<br>Tokyo (<em>Asia &amp; Pacific Ring</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156520.msg7165755#msg7165755)<br>Cairo (<em>Middle East &amp; Africa</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156516.msg7165677#msg7165677)<br>Buenos Aires (<em>South America</em>) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156522.msg7165804#msg7165804)<br></div><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">-&nbsp; LOS ANGELES&nbsp; -</span></span><br><br>(http://www.pitch.com/imager/battle-los-angeles/b/original/2201986/4212/ab88_6094021.t.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles is a war zone where Apocalypse army is doing an extensive search for new superhumans - as the Western United States has been producing a lot of them through many modern research projects. While Apocalypse has been destroying the majority of all the urban areas, he is preserving all of the modern research facilities on the west coast for his own uses in genetic research and genome testing. He is seeking to continue to perfect and further develop his Judgment Serum, as well as develop new ways to further advance the human race and push the Earth onwards to its next stage of existance.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The west coast and southwestern states are prime places where Apocalypse can test out new weaponry. Also the high population count makes it easy to find test victims to lay subject to his newly concocted serums and other genetic manipulations. The Ancient Mutant is seeking any and every possible way to catalyze changes. His army continues to grow with every new set of test subjects and the results are decimating what little resistance there is left.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 02:39:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara Judy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Rose Garden<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Open<br><br></span></span><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Never.</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Never before had the Earth witnessed such wanton destruction. Entire cities had been laid to rubble, entire nations decapitated in mere hours. The world had fallen to it's knees within the first day, completely at the mercy of Apocalypse. Completely subject to whatever fate he would have for it. It was unprecedented. War on this scale had never been imagined - even most movie plots had paled in comparison to what was now occurring. It was worse than any past conflict. It was worse than any past World War - or <em>future</em> World War for that matter. It was worse than any theoretical Alien Invasion. Humans wouldn't be given the mercy of being obliterated or shoved aside for the purpose of consuming the Earth's resources. No. They would be transformed - destined to live as twisted versions of their former selves. Well... some would die - the fortunate ones.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Never before had Solara felt so right. So secure. Her whole life (nearly a century) had been spent in the slums, sewers, and worse places in the world. She had avoided civilization for the most part - because of her 'curse'. The genetic mutation she was born with had been at first a gift - helping her to persevere whilst growing up in the disease-ridden sewers under New York City among some of the earliest Morlocks. They were a society that had taken to the underground (metaphoricaly at first) ever since the early-American witch-burnings. They weren't witches, they were mutants - genetically advanced humans - and they had been slaughtered in droves. For the longest time they had been in hiding - especially Solara.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She could not go anywhere near a human without spreading the disease and sicknesses of the underground to those around her - at least before she'd learned to control it. So it had become her curse, a black sheep, an outcast - and she hated the world for it. She hated God for it. She hated Evolution for it. Any explanation for such a horrid ability was at fault - she had even hated herself. Eventually her bitterness got the best of her and she began actively causing nasty outbreaks so that others in the world could feel her misery. She had always lit her match and then ran, watching the population burn in her wake - suffering from all manner of different epidemics; and she had always gotten away undetected. There were many superhuman villains in the world - perpetrators of crimes against humanity. They never shied away from their accomplishments; but for some reason Solara had. She regretted them, she regretted the twisted satisfaction it brought her that others could share in her misery in even an indirect way.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now everything had changed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse had come, he had found her - weak and frail, old and past her prime; but he had seen something in her - he had seen her ability as more than a curse. A gift. Yes, perhaps it was a gift again. Like a forest fire, she would burn the world - destroy every bit of weak, insufferable organic life - so that new life could grow up in it's ashes. She was the world's vaccine. Most would perish, but some would become immune - become stronger... and Earth's destiny that Apocalypse envisioned would come true. Solara could see it, she was a part of it - she was a catalyst of renewal. It was her curse... no. Her gift. And she would not shy away from the accomplishments this time.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse had gifted her, first and foremost, with youth. But he had also graced her with advanced abilities - he had increased her power, given it a new additional angle. And he had given her a glorious weapon of renewal - and extension of herself. She could channel her abilities through it, the blade of pestilence - the Sickle of Harvest (and a gloriously gruesome harvest it would be). She had also been gifted with armor as well - that she may stand toe-to-toe with whoever would prevent her righteous task. She would put them to her own test - not the Judgement of Apocalypse... but the Trial of Pestilence. It was one Trial of four, for her fellow horsemen also had their own gifts.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The strong would survive them, the weak would perish - and the entire world would be reforged through the fires of change.</div><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara stood in the middle of a beautiful garden - still unmarred by the scars of battle that had been raked across the face of Los Angeles as if a cosmic panther had reached out from the blackness of space and gashed the city - splitting it apart. Huge rifts had been torn through the city as the initial explosions of warfare had caused the tectonic plate beneath California to shift - causing a record quake for the West Coast. Skyscrapers had toppled, water and gas lines had been torn, electrical lines fallen to the earth. There were fires everywhere. The terrain was practically impossible to traverse - even by foot. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With poised grace Ms. Judy bent over, bringing her nose down to the level of one of the most magnificent rose bushes in the whole garden. She breathed in deeply the scent of the newly blossomed rose - her hazy yellow eyes slipped closed as she did so. Her chest rose, admantium armor sparkling with crimson light - both a reflection of the rosebush in front of her, as well as the crimson flames that danced in the distance not too far away. <strong>"How wonderful..."</strong> she spoke aloud - though no one was present but herself. <strong>"...but you must be reborn."</strong> She reached out with elegant fingers to touch the stem of the rose. Immediately the green skin of the plant blistered and bubbled and quickly dried up - withering away rapidly. Like a gushing river of poison the bubbling coursed down the stem to the rest of the rosebush and the other stems sagged and dropped to the soil - the roses and leaves withered and dry before they ever hit the ground. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Like a ripple in the water the 'plague' spread to the surrounding grass and tree and other flowers in Exposition Park. Solara looked straight into the sky at the hazy mid-day sun, mostly blocked out from the thick smoke of fires in the city. She lifted her arms out from her sides and began to spin slowly, her blade clinking against the armor on her hip as she did. Finally her eyes opened again, those glowing yellow eyes... making the her aqua-colored hair have an almost greenish tint. Exposition Park was in the middle of the USC campus, a part of LA that Apocalypse forces had left untouched (other than the damage from the quakes). <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara stopped her eerie dance as the greenery in the park continued to rapidly rot away. She began walking south towards the the Campus Stadium. Her course veered just slightly east though, to a smaller building - its sign read: "California Science Center". She licked her lips as she saw the building, her "homebase" for the time being. She tried not to let the irritation show of the recent test subjects that had escaped. They were survivors of the Judgement Serum that Apocalypse's troops had brought to her. She was going to subject them to her own "Trial"... but they had gotten away before she had the chance. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She would hunt them down.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But first... she had some business to attend to.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 07:44:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, a ridge outside USC.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid Knight<br><br></span></span><hr><br>California hadn't fared any better than New York.&nbsp; <em>Damn.</em>&nbsp; Sean had flown himself to Los Angeles in hopes that Apocalypse hadn't made it to the other side of the country, but was too late.&nbsp; It was amazing how quickly he'd moved, wiping out so many of the threats and raising defenses.&nbsp; Sean had spent most of his waking time watching and listening in on the campus, and thus far he hadn't found much out.&nbsp; <em>A middle-aged man, and here I am spying on a college.&nbsp; Someone call Chris Hansen, if he's still alive.</em><br><br>It hadn't even been two days since Sean had seen the remains of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in New York.&nbsp; A search through the rubble revealed no survivors, and even the escape tunnels had appeared to have collapsed.&nbsp; He hadn't been able to investigate as fully as he'd wanted, as Apocalypse's minions had spotted him and he'd been forced to fly off after stunning a few with a sonic blast and finishing them off with a few rounds from a handgun he'd made a point to start carrying on him.&nbsp; Charles would have reached out to them, tried to find the ones that didn't really want to be a part of Apocalypse's army, or tell which ones were being manipulated or brainwashed.&nbsp; Charles would turn some of the enemies into friends.&nbsp; Charles had always been a better man.&nbsp; But Charles was most likely dead.<br><br>Even without the rubble and other debris, it would not have been easy for a man in a wheelchair, however extraordinary he was, to move down several floors and navigate the small tunnels underneath the school.&nbsp; Sean remembered asking Charles about that back when the school had been his home.&nbsp; <em>"I could always make one of you carry me down"</em> he'd joked, and Sean had realized that Charles never really intended to abandon the school.&nbsp; Now it was gone, and him and the X-Men with it.<br><br><em>It was a good run.</em>&nbsp; It had been over ten years since he'd answered Charles' call and joined the "second class" of X-Men, helped rescue the main group, and left soon after.&nbsp; His membership with the X-Men had pretty much continued that way.&nbsp; Step in during a crisis, help out, fade into the background and then disappear until the next one.&nbsp; Every time he had come back, the X-Men had grown.&nbsp; This time there was no team to help.&nbsp; Apocalypse, Carnage, and a small army of desperate humans and newly converted mutants had taken out every stronghold in New York. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 01:01:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, a ridge outside USC.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>48 hours and some change ago, Katerina De Leon, a young 23 year old woman formerly a resident of Elizabethtown, Kentucky, was just like anyone else.&nbsp; She had a boyfriend, was going to college to earn her degree in criminal investigations so she could be a part of the Homicide Unit or something similar at least, had a close circles of friends, a good home life with both parents still living together.&nbsp; There had been nothing out of the ordinary about her except for her brother who had the Mutant X gene.&nbsp; She didn't care, having been accepting of nearly anything and she and him were close anyway so it'd take more than his recently discovered ability to walk through solid matter to put her off.&nbsp; Sure it had startled her a bit at the time, but she had gotten over it, which was far more than what their parents did when they told him what he had discovered.&nbsp; That same day she had left everything she knew behind and had taken off with her brother to help him get to the Academy for Gifted Young Individuals, knowing that that singular place could help him get the control he wanted and desired as well as give him a place where he could feel like a normal person again.&nbsp; Unfortunately they hadn't had a car between the two of them so a week before the shit had hit the fan, they had started their almost country wide journey to New York, hitchhiking when they could and walking the rest of the way.&nbsp; She had always wanted to see the country she'd been born in anyway so this was almost a dream come true, and with her brother Jake beside her it'd been a fun family outing of a sort.&nbsp; Sure he had his issues with sustaining his form without sinking through a car floor or something but everything was looking up for the most part otherwise.<br><br>Then Apocalypse had come and they had been redirected towards the other side of the U.S, further away from New York.&nbsp; Or at least, they would have been if Jake hadn't been barbecued when the first wave had struck, a stray missile taking out the truck they'd been able to hitch a ride on and if not for Jake's quick thinking in shielding Katerina, they both would have been dead from the ensuing fireball that had practically melted half of his body away.&nbsp; The stench alone had been horrific, let alone seeing her dear brother dead on the side of the road.&nbsp; Before she even had time to let the first tears fall down her face as a horribly shrill scream of terror escaped her, Katerina was slung over some brute's shoulder and carried off to a nearby transport, the first of countless others that would be captured and brought to one of Apocalypse's death and imprisonment camps near what was left of Los Angelos.&nbsp; There, she was injected with Judgment, and what sanity she had left was sorely tested as she mutated, giving her the worst possible migraine that felt ready to tear her head into a million pieces before she finally woke up in a cell crowded with dozens of other people.&nbsp; Blinking her mismatched eyes several times and running her hands through her brunette shaded hair which hung usually evenly across her shoulders, having been in the dirt for so long it was ragged and needed a good scrubbing which wasn't likely to happen anytime soon, Katerina groaned, still feeling the aftereffects of the headache which had nearly torn her mind apart.&nbsp; She hadn't manifested her new found power yet, having no idea what had been done to her save for rumors she had heard standing in the lines for her injection.&nbsp; People dying, some very violently, while others changed?&nbsp; Whatever it had been she felt....different in some fundamental way, although how she had yet to ascertain.<br><br>Katerina wouldn't have to wait for long as one of the guards started leering at her.&nbsp; She had seen a similar look before, from some local hooligans back in her hometown, and she hadn't liked it then either.&nbsp; Luckily for her she had been able to run and hide quite well, using her knowledge of the area to her great advantage and effectively eluding those that would have done her harm.&nbsp; Here however she had nowhere to go and no one was about to step up to her defense for fear of what would happen if they did.&nbsp; Apocalypse's minions were the law now, and the dwindling human population, they were his slaves to do with as he pleased, as were his armies who held all the power now.&nbsp; She had tried to back up into the cell which this one was empty save for herself, and besides a couple of guards that were standing by in case she tried anything funny, they didn't bother to even look up as the one that had been looking at her entered her cell with a wide lecherous grin on his brutish face.&nbsp; "That fool that was melted, he was your brother I take it.&nbsp; Poor sod, no wonder you two were together, having a beauty of a sister like you to keep him warm at night?&nbsp; I'd be happy to make your stay here comfy girl, you just have to obey me is all."&nbsp; Katerina couldn't believe what she was hearing as the man advanced, seeing a bit of an over-sized bulge in his dirt stained jeans.&nbsp; She didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he was considering as she tried to make herself as small as possible, but something about the brute and what he had said had started something in her mind.&nbsp; Katerina clenched her fists tightly, feeling the first bout of pure and unfettered rage she had ever felt in her life as she suddenly got to her feet and stared down the man advancing upon her.<br><br>That surprised the big oaf as he took a step back, too late as Katerina's eyes shot open and she screamed.&nbsp; All of the pain, sorrow, and rage she had been forced to endure in the past 24 hours was set loose as a potent telekinetic assault all but smashed the big brute into the cell door head first, nearly crushing his skull as the door and part of the wall was sent flying several feet away.&nbsp; She didn't see it though as the pain that immediately set her mind ablaze was enough to put her on her knees, just as the two guards that had been standing by her door rounded on her and drew their batons before laying into her with everything they had.&nbsp; Her right shoulder was shortly dislocated, her left arm was broken below her elbow, several ribs were fractured on both sides of her chest, and she received a number of cuts and bruises.&nbsp; If someone hadn't stopped the two guards, she'd have surely received far more than what she got if she didn't die first of course.&nbsp; Be it as it may, Katerina knew no more until she woke up in agony the next day, finding it hard to breath without it hurting as she couldn't even use her arms anymore, one of them numb while the other hurt to move at all.&nbsp; She didn't know where she was or what was going to happen next, she just wanted to die and get this Hell behind her as quickly as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 00:44:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;USC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jake sat in his prison barracks, just staring into space. He couldn't believe this much happened in such a short time. The stench of death around him, the screams of pain and horror, it was almost surreal. This level of disaster, you never think it would happen to you. But what happened to them? The X-Men..The Avengers...Moon Knight..Spider-Man..Iron Man..Captain America..hell, even the Incredible Hulk doesn't seem like too bad an option right now..Thor..was a god not even enough to stop this?<br><br>He wondered all of this in his head. His heroes, his champions, all fallen it seems. What about his parents back in New York? Did they make it? He continued to ponder how he might still be alive, figuring whatever "Judgment" was, was an attempt to mass murder people. Was he going to die? Maybe later than most it seems, he did feel awful, but dying? That's probably worse than the cramps and migraine he was experiencing.<br><br>Why couldn't we just get back to that mid term..or listening to the boring professor? No, life would never be that easy again. Even with his family being as poor as they were, he worked his ass off to get the scholarships and grants needed to be in the prestigious University of Southern California. All that hard work was made to look easy in one fell swoop of death and destruction. There was no sense in trying to tell himself that this wasn't happening, because it definitely was. If he could just get out<br><br>As he sat there, his face in his hands, trying to think, he was started fora moment to see that his feet were in some kind of shadow. not standing on the shadow, IN the shadow. He stood, now ankle deep in this shadow, curious, with a thought he sunk further down. before he knew it he was submerged in the shadow. Finding that he could actually move though, and he was able to look up from the shadow. <br><br>He rose back up, "reforming himself" He thought as fast as he could. Storage Closet. The Mascot of USC was the Trojans. If the costume was in storage, he could grab the sword and chest plate, sure maybe the cheesy helmet too. He was skilled with sword. Getting one in hand may make him a bit more likely to survive his escape. Once he had the chest plate on and sword in hand, he decided the helmet would obstruct his vision too much. A shield would've been nice, but no time to complain when your world is falling apart. At this point he ran, not deciding to pick a fight unless he had to. His eyes as he ran fell onto a man that appeared to be on the outside in the moment. not able to get much more of an ID on the man who would turn out to be Banshee, he simply yells "Run! They're-" He was cut short a guard that had a little more speed caught up and tried to strike him. He rose his arm as to brace himself, and there formed a shield, out of what looked like pure shadow, but was hard as steel as the grunts strike bounced off. He didn't have time to wonder what the hell that was, but making a mad sprint for the would-be exit, seeing the man stand there watching him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 08:21:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus could feel the city dying all around him.&nbsp; The quakes were not as bad now.&nbsp; Only someone like Marcus could feel the remaining seismic shudders of the west coasts last breaths.&nbsp; Sure it would take a long time to truly die, but each quaking breath grew shallower and shallower, the tremors slighter and slighter as time went on.&nbsp; He did not have to open his eyes to see the acrid black smoke or the orange glow of flame kissed towers to know the truth.&nbsp; He felt it course through his body one toppling building at a time.&nbsp; If Marcus was a poet he could describe how it felt to feel a city gasp futilely for its last bit of life, but he wasn’t. He was a high school football player, a good son and a young man knowing true pain for the first time in his life.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He could feel the group of people huddled in the security room at the back of what used to be the lobby of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.&nbsp; They shifted about uneasily.&nbsp; Some were still crying out of frustration or anger or pain and others just sat glassy eyed and quiet.&nbsp; More than one of the former prisoners were hurt and one girl was still unconscious.&nbsp; She was in really bad shape.&nbsp; Hell if he was being honest with himself (and for Marcus there was no other option) he didn’t know how bad off she really was.&nbsp; He had heard one of the others mentioning broken bones of some kind, but he had been too busy at the time trying to keep them moving and safe to know for sure.&nbsp; It was unlikely they would have said anything anyway.&nbsp; Hours ago he had been one of their captors.&nbsp; They had no reason to trust him other than fear of doing otherwise.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus opened his eyes to the desolation of Wilshire Boulevard and Fairfax Avenue.&nbsp; Most of the buildings were charred ruins, many little more than piles of rubble.&nbsp; Tar from the Le Brea pits had oozed up in the upheaval and flooded much of the north end of the street.&nbsp; Twisted metal and broken asphalt made travel slow and dangerous.&nbsp; It was a tiny relief that the Art museum was still stable.&nbsp; It wasn’t exactly standing and the upper levels had been sheared off the east side of the building, but using his senses he knew that the lower levels were not going to collapse any time soon.&nbsp; It was a haven for the moment.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus knew the two were approaching him quietly.&nbsp; Their footfalls gave them away long before the whispering reached his ears.&nbsp; At the moment he just wanted to be alone.&nbsp; There was too much to process: The kidnapping, the injections, the war.&nbsp; Oh, God.&nbsp; His parents and Haley and Harmony, it was simply overwhelming.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “I…I think she is going to be alright for now.”&nbsp; He heard the woman speak first, her voice trembling for only a moment. She was trying to hold herself together, they all were.&nbsp; <br>Marcus turned his head slightly so that they could tell he was listening, but not far enough that they could see the soot stained tears on his face.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Thank you.” He said quietly.&nbsp; For such a strong and athletic young man, Marcus had a low and deep voice that could carry across a room with ease.&nbsp; He had been so aware of it, in fact&nbsp; that he tended to talk quietly so he didn’t sound like he was shouting.&nbsp; To these frightened people he probably sounded menacing indeed.&nbsp; The woman who spoke was mid-aged and had been wearing a business suit that probably had cost her more than Marcus’s dad made in a month.&nbsp; It was dirty, torn and stained now.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Miss…?” He didn’t know her name.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“It’s Margie.&nbsp; Just call me Margie.” She said.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus nodded. “Margie.&nbsp; Thank you.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“We should be thanking you.” She said with a shake of her head.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“What? Why are you thanking him?” The younger man with Margie finally spoke up.&nbsp; He was in his late twenties.&nbsp; Hipster by what was left of the look.&nbsp; “You do remember that he was the one who took us in the first place.&nbsp; We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for this freak.”&nbsp; The fear and anger in his voice stung Marcus.&nbsp; More from the fact that it was the truth that from the insult.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You are right. WE wouldn’t be HERE.” Margie retorted.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Well I for one think we would be better off out there on our own.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Then go.”&nbsp; Marcus’s quiet yet firm voice cut through the budding argument.&nbsp; “Listen, I’m sorry for what I did to you and you and all of them.&nbsp; You can go.&nbsp; You can take your chances out there if you want or you can stay with me,”&nbsp; he said.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“And what? You’re going to protect us?&nbsp; You saw those things out there.&nbsp; What can you do against them?” He replied in disbelief.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Whatever I have too.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The man stormed off.&nbsp; Whether to leave or to stew Marcus didn’t know.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You don’t have to do this.” Margie said as Marcus turned back to look at the destruction of Los Angeles.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yeah…I do.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>‘I’m sorry Haley, Harmony.&nbsp; I promise I’ll find you and Mom soon.&nbsp; I promise.’</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 01:42:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>She woke up with a scream as her dislocated shoulder was popped back into place.&nbsp; Gentle yet firm hands held her down as she tried to fight her way out of whatever had just caused her to yell no thanks to what had just happened to her.&nbsp; Feeling at least returned to her arm and after the pain faded she calmed, slowly but she calmed all the same as her vision cleared and she was properly able to see again.&nbsp; The woman that had been talking to Wreck earlier had gone back to finish up what she had started.&nbsp; Handing Katerina a canteen full of lukewarm water, which in her opinion was just as good as Ambrosia at this point, the food of the Olympian gods to be precise, the young girl gulped down almost all of what was left before she coughed and sputtered, feeling pain lance through her chest no thanks to her cracked and fractured ribs.&nbsp; "Tha...thank you."&nbsp; Katerina groaned out weakly, glad to be alive despite her earlier wish to have died just to escape the Hell that had fallen over the world thanks to Apocalypse.&nbsp; Looking around, she saw she wasn't the only one that felt as bad as the others looked to the young woman who's mismatched eyes seemed to grow a little brighter, unintentionally knocking over an empty soup can as one of the fits of her new abilities reached out and touched the can.&nbsp; She blinked and chalked it up to the wind, or hoped that was all it was although deep down she knew better as she looked at her right hand which she could move again now that her shoulder was back where it needed to be.&nbsp; "I'm....a mutant?&nbsp; That....can't be.&nbsp; What in the Hell was in that serum?"<br><br>Something that obviously altered a person's base genetic code at a molecular level most likely.&nbsp; Facts and figures flashed through Katerina's mind as one thought lead to another which only lead to another in rapid succession, causing it's own version of a headache as she had to bite her tongue hard enough to draw blood in order to stifle the onrush of information going through her head.&nbsp; She had always been smart, but not THIS smart.&nbsp; She wasn't Tony Stark smart or anything but every fact and tidbit of information she had ever read or heard about seemed to be readily available to her now.&nbsp; Of course, there was more, her telekinetic ability for example was something else she would have to come to terms with.&nbsp; "How safe do you suppose we are, honestly?&nbsp; Shouldn't...grr...we...keep moving?"&nbsp; She asked, standing on shaky legs as she grabbed gingerly at her right side which didn't hurt as much despite the broken bones in her left arm.&nbsp; She had had broken bones before, having been active in a number of school events and the like, but at least then they had had fully working hospitals that weren't bombed out as they were most likely now.&nbsp; Setting her eyes on Wreck at last, Katerina noted only then as her mind continued to wander without her approval why everyone seemed so ill at ease.&nbsp; Of course, she recognized him now.&nbsp; No wonder they were suspicious.&nbsp; She couldn't help but share their sentiments.&nbsp; "Or were you waiting on me...?"&nbsp; She all but growled, her eyes flashing dangerously at the same time as another powerful psychic pulse threatened to explode from her.&nbsp; Under siege or not, she needed someone to take her own shell shock induced anger and rage out of and Wreck just happened to be one of Apocalypse's men.&nbsp; He was quite a convenient target and one that was definitely not innocent.&nbsp; Her normally non-violent nature had taken a holiday.<br><br>Everyone that was in front of her wisely got behind her as quick as they could when they saw her dirty, brunette hair started to float off of her shoulders of its own accord before a kind of heatwave rushed out of Katerina's body and hit Wreck square in the chest with enough force to send him flying through the nearest wall in the museum.&nbsp; She breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure she had been building up was finally released but the pain that followed had her on her knees once again.&nbsp; She didn't let her gaze fall however even as tears formed in her eyes at the blinding headache that thumped in time with her heartbeat.&nbsp; She wanted to see Wreck be crushed and hopefully remain buried, unaware of what his powers were around.&nbsp; She'd find out soon enough as instead of pain induced tears, tears for her dead brother Jake started to fall as sobs escaped her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:33:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The cry of pain snapped Marcus back into the here and now.&nbsp; He turned towards the girl that had been unconscious up until a moment ago with concern etched into his face.&nbsp; Marcus had already heard enough of those cries to last him a lifetime.&nbsp; He stepped away from the door and began to cross the room when he saw the girl look at him. As her eyes focused he saw her face contort in hatred and he sighed.&nbsp; He deserved little else.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yes he had his reasons, but they paled in comparison to the damage he had done to so many.&nbsp; What of his sisters?&nbsp; Had this choice damned them too?&nbsp; If any of his squad survived they were sure to report his betrayal. Even if they were dead, he would be considered a casualty too.&nbsp; His compliance had been the only thing keeping his sisters from Judgement.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Margie stumbled back from Teletrix in surprise and fear as the girl’s mutation manifested.&nbsp; She saw the look of anger on the girl’s face and the young man at which it was directed.&nbsp; Margie reached an arm out to try to stop the girl crying, “No!”&nbsp; But she was too late.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Margie’s warning roused Marcus once again from his dark thoughts.&nbsp; His eyes widened and he began to hold up his hands in a non-threatening gesture when the pulse of telekinetic energy slammed into his chest.&nbsp; It picked up Marcus’s large frame and tossed him backward like a rag doll.&nbsp; The wall did little to stop his super dense frame and he disappeared in a shower of sheet rock and a cloud of plaster.&nbsp; Marcus slid to a stop half way across the floor of the adjacent room and groaned from the pain.&nbsp; The blast and wall had shredded his uniform jacket into a tattered mess and the bruises were already beginning to show on his torso.&nbsp; The blast would have killed a lesser man instantly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For a moment the room with the refugees was quiet except for Teletrix’s sobs.&nbsp; Margie sat on her knees, mouth a gape, watching the cloud of pulverized wall float gently to the floor.&nbsp; The others were huddled in the corner to stunned too speak.&nbsp; This seemed to go on forever until a deep cough was heard from dark hole in the wall.&nbsp; Marcus steps through clearing the white dust from this clothing.&nbsp; He tries to shake out his jacket, but there isn’t enough of it left to matter, so he removes the remains and tosses them aside.&nbsp; Coughing again he shakes out his still ringing head and runs a hand through his curly blonde hair sending little plaster bits falling to the ground.<br>&nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Ripped_Wreck.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus looks up appearing almost embarrassed by all of the people staring at him.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Um…I guess I deserved that.” He says.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:13:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"That's for Jake you FUCK!"&nbsp; Katerina screamed out between the mix of physical and emotional agony she was going through.&nbsp; It would never be enough but it was a sure damn good start.&nbsp; Wreck himself had not been anywhere near her and Jake when their ride had been demolished, but he had still been a part of Apocalypse's army, had still served him regardless of his reasons for doing so which she didn't care about and wouldn't have cared about even if he told her why at that moment.&nbsp; So when the young man she had thought she had buried alive pulled himself out of the wreckage, Katerina's red and blue eyes were open in absolute shock at seeing him not only alive, but from what she could see quite unharmed.&nbsp; She couldn't summon up another telekinetic blast without shredding her brain apart in the process so she was all but defenseless now.&nbsp; She thought that he'd try to attack her for trying to kill him but so far he seemed to be quite understanding of her rage and didn't do anything in retaliation.&nbsp; In fact, he had tried to put his hands up to show he didn't plan to do anything hostile, now that Katerina bothered to think about it, but she still would have tried to kill him since he had still been a part of her misery, along with the rest of the world.&nbsp; The pain in her head would take a few hours to disappear and even then it'd take a few more before she'd risk trying to attack like that again.&nbsp; So that meant that as much as she hated the idea, Wreck was their only means of defense.<br><br>"I don't know who the fuck you are, nor do I care.&nbsp; You all know who and what he was, what he was doing before supposedly leading you people out.&nbsp; You're stupid or just crazy trusting him at all.&nbsp; But since he seems to be the only thing capable of defending us at the moment I guess we don't have a choice but to follow along."&nbsp; She glared daggers at Wreck all the same, not about to let him get close enough to lay hands on her, regardless if she could toss him around and actually hurt him or not.&nbsp; It still felt good to try.&nbsp; "Apocalypse has taken someone from all of us.&nbsp; I lost my brother Jake.&nbsp; He died protecting me and look how that ended.&nbsp; I become a freak, the world has gone to shit, and it's partly in thanks to this asshole.&nbsp; Bravo fucktard, bravo.&nbsp; I hope signing up for the winning team has made you quite happy with yourself."&nbsp; Katerina all but spit at Wreck, just hoping he'd give her if no one else in their small group a reason to try to take him apart.&nbsp; "So, what was it?&nbsp; Why did you sell your soul to him, hmm?&nbsp; Because I hope it was worth it only to end up betraying him now.&nbsp; Shows how much loyalty means to you.&nbsp; Should we expect the same treatment?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 08:46:55</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was no name or accusation that the girl could throw at him that would make him feel any worse.&nbsp; He had mentally lashed himself until his psyche was flayed and bloody.&nbsp; Someday he would have to come to terms with that, but that wasn’t going to be today and it wasn’t going to be some girl with a mouth and no clue about who or what he was. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The fear and anger and complete terror of the last few days threatened to overwhelm him, but he pushed it down. <em>‘Not now, not today.&nbsp; Today we live and that’s good enough.’</em>&nbsp; Marcus clenched his hands together with a force that would turn coal into diamonds.&nbsp; He took a deep breath and slowly let it out.&nbsp; The last of the girls words blending together to sound something like that teacher from the old Charlie Brown cartoons his parents made him watch as a kid during the holidays.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Breath," he could hear his dad say.&nbsp; They were in the park.&nbsp; He had been playing two-hand touch football with the other neighbor kids and one of the older boys had said Marcus stepped out of bounds when he clearly hadn’t.&nbsp; The kid just didn’t want the younger boy making him look bad.&nbsp; When Marcus stood up for himself, the kid pushed him down.&nbsp; Marcus bloodied the boy’s nose. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He remembered the disapproving look on his father’s face.&nbsp; The way he sat Marcus down on that old brittle wooden bench and knelt down to look into his young son’s eyes.&nbsp; Marcus had always been a strong kid, with a temper that was just as strong. He glanced at his father quickly and looked away.&nbsp; His dad worked construction and was strongest man he knew.&nbsp; Not like those guys you see at muscle beach.&nbsp; His muscles were knotted and rough from hard days of labor and his handshake was like a vice.&nbsp; He was tall like Marcus would be, with broad shoulders and legs like oaks.&nbsp; For all of his father’s sandpaper like grit, he was a kind and surprisingly gentle man.&nbsp; He never refused a request for help and he always seemed to make time for Marcus and his twin sisters.&nbsp; Marcus wanted desperately to be like his father.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You can’t go around hitting people Marcus.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“But he called me a liar and pushed me.” Marcus protested, still glaring in the direction the older boy had left.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Marcus.&nbsp; People are always going to try to get the advantage, but there are better ways of dealing with it than hitting them.&nbsp; You are a strong boy Marcus and you really hurt him.” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The young blonde haired boy knew he was in the wrong, but he still glared, more so because he didn’t want to look at his dad.&nbsp; He felt like he let him down because he lost his temper…again.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “ There are going to be times when you may have to defend yourself Marcus, but Bobby was your friend and you don’t hit the people you care about.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Little Marcus signed. “I know.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Ok next time someone makes you really angry breath in and then out slowly, like this.” His dad took a deep breath and let it out. “When you breath out count to ten in your head.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Breath, son.&nbsp; Count to ten with me.&nbsp; 1…2…3…4…5"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>‘…6…7…8…9…10.’</em> Marcus counted slowly, letting the anger and emotion not so much fade away as roll back like a wave rolling back to the ocean.&nbsp; The tension did not leave his body completely, but he unclenched his fists and let out a sign as the girl finished her rant.&nbsp; There were things that she said that were important.&nbsp; <em>‘Not much,’</em> he thought, but something.&nbsp; “Freak, Serum,” these were important.&nbsp; With the ease at which she knocked him through the wall it made sense.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Some of those soldiers many be able to hear you from miles away, or have sonar or whatever, so keep it down.”&nbsp; He said quietly but forcefully.&nbsp; He was apparently still a little annoyed.&nbsp; It might have had something to do with that fucktard comment.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You were given the Judgement.&nbsp; We all were.”&nbsp; This girl hadn’t been in the same group when Marcus was Judged.&nbsp; He had watched his friends die that day, one by one their bodies shutting down or revolting in unimaginable ways until he was the only one left alive. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be rid of those memories.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Can you walk?” He asked.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The young man did nothing to answer Katerina’s questions.&nbsp; He didn’t owe her an explanation.&nbsp; What was in it for him?&nbsp; Did he sell his soul? Was it worth it?&nbsp; &nbsp;It was none of her god damn business.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 11:00:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, a ridge outside USC.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid Knight, GM<br><br></span></span><hr><br><em>Is he yelling at me?</em>&nbsp; Sean had, seemingly, given himself away as the younger man had begun running, moving around the terrain that had previously hid him.&nbsp; It didn't matter much why he'd yelled now.&nbsp; All that mattered was that there had been a yell, that some large brute type had run up to the younger man, and that other heads inside the compound were turning to the noise.&nbsp; There was a bit of chaos now, which meant a golden opportunity to do a little damage.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>Not a lot of point in silence.</em>&nbsp; Even in his old age, Sean could still move fairly quietly.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he'd never really mastered the art of flying silently.&nbsp; With his trademark, loud-as-shit scream, Banshee launched into the air, his arms sweeping out to let the sails attached to his uniform catch the air.&nbsp; He headed straight for a man in some type of power suit about 20 feet away directing a small group toward the fight.&nbsp; <em>So there's their veteran.</em>&nbsp; By the time the lieutenant spotted Banshee and had crouched down to leap at him, Banshee had already inhaled, and a full blast of sonic energy hit his target dead on.&nbsp; The power suit hit the ground with a loud thud as Banshee swept out toward the group, feinting near them just enough to halt their progress toward the fight that kicked everything off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 03:46:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Katerina had to take several deep breaths of her own since her head was still pounding, both from her pulse of telekinetic power and her own rage.&nbsp; She needed to calm down, and fast since when Wreck spoke as she'd find out soon enough, she had to agree since she was putting them all in danger now.&nbsp; She still couldn't sublimate the pain of what she had gone through, few people could so quickly but that didn't matter then and there.&nbsp; Staying alive, that was what was important now.&nbsp; To do that, the had to be quiet and stay on the move.&nbsp; As much as she hated Wreck for what he was and who he had been working with until recently, they did owe their lives to him and their freedom no less, as little as that might come to matter soon enough if they were captured or killed by Apocalypse's men.&nbsp; "Don't expect me to apologize, but you're right."&nbsp; Katerina replied, hating to admit it but he was indeed right.&nbsp; Besides, she needed time to heal and recover in case more of the soldiers came knocking and she wouldn't be very well off doing that in a cell again.&nbsp; When asked if she could walk, Katerina nodded although simply breathing was hard enough on its own, but she hid the pain well enough, at least for now anyway.&nbsp; "I'm fine, just don't ask me to run a marathon or anything.&nbsp; Your men beat the living shit out of me when I struck out for the first time back in the camp.&nbsp; Tore down most of my cell and caved in the brute's skull that had wanted to make me his slave, just keep that in mind should you get any funny ideas of trying to take me yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 18:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;USC exit gate<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"Whoa.." He watched Sean fly over, in the most unconventional of ways. He had heard rumors of the screaming Banshee, but if this really was him, Jake was sure glad to see him. Banshee's attack took most of them off his tail. As he was running though, he didn't realize that he was using his powers. The thought he had of just trying to get away made his powers do just that. A shadow was being cast by a nearby building that he was running towards, and he literally fell into it. The foe stood looking around, wondering where the hell Jake went. Using the sword he had attained from earlier, he thought perhaps he could make an unexpected strike. The shadows bent to his thoughts, causing him to unknowingly clad himself in dark armor. As he got back out behind the soldier of Apocalypse He thrust forward into the soldiers back, aiming to pierce where what would be in a human body, the heart. The blade however came from the shadows as well. What was at first a simple Trojan blade was now a full on sword-lance. <br><br>His strike was true, half of the blade sticking out of the grunts chest, falling limp with the loss of life. Jake after he was out of the immediate danger looked down at himself. "What the hell?" He still was not used to having these abilities, and learning new things about them at every turn was interesting to him, as well as disturbing. Whenever, if ever, the chance arises, he should test the limit of his power in a safer place. For now, he kept moving, wondering if the screaming hero was still behind.<br>(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j454/GM_Excalibear/LoL%20Skins/Jarvan_IV_DarkforgeSkin.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 22:15:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Los Angeles<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“Hmm... Not bad,” Natasha mumbled, after she put on a black cat suit that she found in an abandoned shop. <br><br>She admired herself in the broken full-sized mirror, as she thought, <em>I wonder if this cat suit makes my ass look fat?</em><br><br>She turned around and wiggled her bum at the mirror, giggling at her performance.<br><br>“That looked silly,” she said, her lips curling up in a smirk.<br><br>The frown returned on her face moments later, however, as she contemplated whether the shades she found were in fashion or not. She stroked her chin in the palm of her right hand, while her left hand supported her right elbow as she looked with a tilted head in the mirror.<br><br>“I don't know... I suppose these could work, but... Hmm. They're a little on the large side I think, but maybe when I wear my hair loose...” Natasha wondered, as she pulled the pin out of her hair that had kept it in a bun.<br><br>“Yes, much better,” she said, giving her mirror image a satisfied nod.<br><br>“Hey, what does this switch do?” she asked herself, noticing a small switch on the right side of the spectacle frame.<br><br>Pushing it to the front activated something electrical, and the brownish tints she saw turned into a greenish tint. Looking at a dark corner of the shop she saw several items that she hadn't noticed before. She pushed the switch back again, and the normal brownish tints reappeared, making it more difficult to see the dark corner.<br><br>“That's strange... Some kind of night vision glasses? I'm guessing these will be very useful,” she concluded, with a happy tone in her voice.<br><br>Natasha Evans didn't remember anything of the past forty-eight hours. Brief flashes of painful memories surfaced occasionally for a few seconds, but they faded away as quick as they appeared. She had been walking around in a daze for at least an hour, her clothes were torn, and dried blood covered visible parts of her skin. She couldn't detect any wounds, however. Where she expect large gashes, cuts, or bruises, there was simple ordinary healthy skin, even if there was a streak of blood consistent with a deep cut on that spot.<br><br>She had been a doctor long enough to recognize knife wounds and physical abuse, but apart from feeling a bit weak, she felt fine. <br><br>When she found a half-leveled store with survival equipment that had its inventory strewn around in a wide arc around the shop, she decided to investigate, hoping that she'd find some useful supplies. She had been a Den Mother for the Girl Scouts the past four years, and judging the state of the city, survival gear would be useful to make it through the night. Brief flashes of memories told her that the city had been under attack by some kind of army, but who or why attacked Los Angeles was unclear to her. <br><br>Although the details of her memories were vague, the obvious damage to the city was not. She had concluded that whatever caused this would likely come back to recapture her. Flashes of her capture and escape told her that something terrible had happened, but when she tried to recall the past events, nothing but a black void greeted her mind, leading her to conclude that she was either suffering from amnesia, unconscious at the time, or suppressing her memories due to a traumatic experience.<br><br>Whatever the reason may be, once she encountered a lovely looking cat suit that seemed to fit her size, she decided to strip naked and try it on. She had discovered more stained blood on her bare body, and after she took a few sips from a bottle of water, she had used the rest of the water to clean herself. The cat suit she tried on was some sort of body-forming spandex, meaning that it adapted to her size to make a perfect fit. It actually felt remarkably comfortable, and, most important of all, it didn't make her ass look fat. If there was one thing she hated then it was looking bad while wearing a tight outfit in front of an audience, even when that audience only consisted out of herself. <br><br>When she also found a matching pair of two inched heeled boots, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. The black boots had one-and-a-half inch squared heel, making it even ideal for running. It fit seamless with her cat suit, making it the ideal outfit for a.... Well, whatever you call it when the entire world had gone to shit, but still offered you an opportunity for 'free shopping'.<br><br>She also found a lightweight black backpack, a multi-tool, high-calorie nourishment, three cans of energy drink, and another bottle of water. Packing all those items in the backpack took half the space she had available, but she figured it'd help her get through several days, while she tried to find a way out of the city.<br><br>The mall she currently found herself in, also had several other shops which were for the most part accessible. <br><br><em>It's pretty dangerous with all these loose wires, electric sparkles, damaged pipelines, and the occasional fires... I hope I don't end up electrocuting myself. Then again, I should be fine, this suit seems to be made of some sort of rubber. It should have an isolating effect on me,</em> Natasha considered, in silent thought.<br><br>She found a drug store several hundred yards further down the path, and with the door and windows already blasted out, entering the store was simple matter of finding an opening large enough to squeeze through. <br><br>“Ah, medical supplies,” Natasha mused, “That should be very useful. I feel naked without my doctor's bag.”<br><br>It didn't take her long to loot several first-aid kits and to acquire other useful supplies. She wouldn't be able to do full-scale operations, but she had plenty of supplies to help out at least a few wounded people with her skills. She realized that medics and medical supplies were rare goods in this world; the combination of the two could be a real lifesaver for some poor citizen struck down by the vengeance of whoever was behind this apocalypse.<br><br>Checking a back room in the store, she also found a nine mm gun and two spare cartridges. Next to it lay also a fashionable holster. It didn't take her long to make up her mind that those would be going with her as well. She might only be an average shot with guns, but in a city like this it could be a valuable way to defend herself. With her backpack filled to maximum capacity and her stomach filled with a sandwich she prepared in semi-destroyed Bed &amp; Breakfast, she set out into Los Angeles.<br><br>Whenever Natasha heard something fly over, she made sure to hide in one of the abandoned and half-destroyed buildings. The rubble strewn across the street made it hard to travel at any reasonable speed, but that was okay with Natasha, her thoughts kept her occupied.<br><br>“It's strangely quiet,” Natasha mumbled.<br><br>She had expected to see at least some other survivors, but so far she had only encountered decimated corpses. Not even the birds made a sound, although she did hear some distant noises that she couldn't identify.<br><br>In her mind, however, she sensed someone-... no wait, several people, who were scared and in pain. Among them was one mind who felt regret, but was otherwise remarkably calm and in control of himself. The emotions were very faint, but they definitely didn't belong to herself.<br><br><em>That's weird,</em> Natasha thought, <em>It's as if I can feel the emotions of others, however, that can't be possible, right? Then again, one of my patients suffered from emotional anxiety, and she turned out to be a mutant with an Empath ability. I've never felt this before though, and I'm sure that I'm not a mutant. I tested myself years ago for the X-gen, but it was missing in my DNA.</em><br><br>Natasha tried to ignore the feelings at first, but they kept tugging at her mind. She felt pity for the people who experienced them, and wanted to help out. The emotions originated from about two miles away, and she decided to travel into that direction. As she got closer, her sense of the emotions also improved.<br><br>Suddenly, however, the emotions changed, and not for the better. There was somebody among them who was seriously pissed off. Her anger was aimed at somebody else in that group of survivors and it was building up quick!<br><br>How Natasha knew that it was a 'her' was a mystery to her, but it definitely felt like a woman. A strong discharge of emotions followed seconds later, and Natasha could feel an intense burning headache following the release of the anger. The stinging pain was so bad that Natasha fell to her knee and held her head in her hands. <br><br>Miraculously, the pain she felt drained away, turning into a dull ache, before it completely disappeared. It left her feeling weaker, but at the same time her memories also became much clearer. She massaged the temples of her head with her fingertips. The massage had a soothing effect on her. More details of what took place the past forty-eight hours, became clear of her.<br><br>In her mind she saw herself getting captured. A strong sense of remorse overruled all her other feelings, but it was a mystery to her what caused that remorse. When she tried to look further back she was met by the black void once more, leaving it a mystery to her what had happened. Her mind moved forward instead. Her memories became dizzy after her capture, and it felt more like she experienced a sort of dream; she saw armored soldiers of a legion she didn't recognize take her to a prison camp. Thousands of other people were there too, the soldiers injected them with some kind of drug. Most perished, but some survived and were taken elsewhere. <br><br>One of the soldiers dragged her kicking and screaming to the soldiers who were doing these inoculations. A strong part of herself didn't want to die like the others had, but another, and at the time even bigger part, longed for death to liberate her from the cruelty that had taken place earlier.<br><br>Despite her struggling, they managed to inject her arm with the serum. A burning headache made itself known nearly instantly. Her head was filled with the pain and anguish of all those around her. The emotions she felt were mind numbing. <br><br>A mental cry of her went out, as she wanted to rid herself of all the emotions she felt. She felt her fingertips ache and was glad that she could massage her temples like she was doing now. It soothed her head, bringing the headache down to manageable levels. The soldiers around her seemed frozen with a terrified look on their face. Some where passed out, others were heaving as they were throwing up. It was the same for many of the other survivors, those who were still alive anyway. Natasha hadn't given it any other thought, making sure she got the hell out of the place.<br><br>She had wandered around in a daze for several hours, until she finally recognized the familiar symbol of a store that specialized in survival equipment. That's where she had found the cat suit and other useful items.<br><br><em>So that's what happened,</em> Natasha thought, as she stood up. <em>I better hurry, that woman still feels like she's in a lot of pain, and others close to her could probably use my help too!</em><br><br>Feeling hungry, she ate half an energy bar, replenishing her lost energy. After she felt better, she trotted to the area were she felt the emotions coming from. She followed her instincts, without giving it any other thought why her massage had made her head feel so much better. Instead her attentions were focused elsewhere.<br><br><em>These boots are incredibly comfortable despite the heels! In fact, I'd swear they were made for running,</em> she noted, her inner voice pleased with the performance of her new gear. <br><br>It was so much nicer than the dirty sneakers, torn blouse, and ripped jeans, she had left behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 03:11:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, outer USC.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid Knight<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Banshee had flown quite a bit behind, playing it very safe since at least one member of the group had some form of ranged attack (fortunately telegraphed by a bright light), and another had taken to the air with unsteady flight.&nbsp; Realizing that his opponents knew better how to combat him than vice versa, he decided to play it as safe as possible.&nbsp; He looped back with a less concentrated blast, not enough to stun any of them, though still enough of a hindrance to send the barely airborne opponent back to the ground and make the others cover their ears.&nbsp; <em>None of them are real fighters.</em><br><br>He was getting ready to do another pass and stun the shooter, but then he saw the veteran getting to his feet.&nbsp; <em>Already?</em> he thought.&nbsp; Remembering all of the times he'd sparred against Wolverine, he knew that anyone that could heal that quickly was bound to win eventually.&nbsp; His powers weren't weak, but they were almost never deadly.&nbsp; Aborting his third pass, he turned back to where the two had been fighting, and after a quick scan noticed that the guard had been defeated already.&nbsp; <em>Looks like you were fine on your own,</em> he thought, and took a direct route out of the compound.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 08:04:26</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix, Natasha Evans<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; It was surprisingly hard for a young man, still in high school when all this went down to process what happened to Katerina.&nbsp; He understood what had happened to her, but it was something different to have someone tell you that a person tried to violate them and then to be accused of letting it happen, even worse that you were the person responsible for letting it happen. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Not, my men.” He answered softly.&nbsp; It took everything he had to control his emotions.&nbsp; As a young man he was strong enough to hurt people if he wasn’t careful.&nbsp; Now if he wasn’t careful he could hurt buildings.&nbsp; More than ever he had to hold to the lessons his parents taught him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> ‘No one controls you, but you.’</em> His mother told him once.&nbsp; Marcus would have been furious to hear those words only days ago when it seemed his only choices were bad and worse.&nbsp; Now they were a simple truth. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” His voice held a conviction as strong as adamantine.&nbsp; There was outrage there too, boiling underneath, but he was careful not to let it show.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Let Margie help you.” He suggests. “I’m going to look for the cafeteria and see if there is anything for us to eat or drink.”&nbsp; Marcus looks at a couple of the other refugees that had been huddled in the corner.&nbsp; “Steve.&nbsp; I need you and Aaron to watch the entrance.”&nbsp; This time he did not suggest.&nbsp; The others were still panicky and frightened. It was kind of like being out on the field during a game.&nbsp; Even if you weren’t confident, you didn’t show it or the team would lose confidence in you.&nbsp; Before this war that could cost you the game, now it could cost these people their lives.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once he saw the two men moving he turned away from the two women.&nbsp; There was work to be done and Marcus needed to work. Work kept him from thinking too much, feeling too much.&nbsp; It kept him from acknowledging that his family and friends were gone and his world was gone with them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Margie watched the young man walk away from them and shook her head sadly.&nbsp; There was a young man with a weight that even his giant shoulders may not be able to bear.&nbsp; “We found you.”&nbsp; Margie says once Marcus disappears into the museum.&nbsp; “You were lying in the street.&nbsp; We thought you were dead, but he made us check anyway.&nbsp; I’m not sure how he knew.”&nbsp; The middle-aged woman was disheveled and her business suit was badly torn.&nbsp; She was a woman who wore her mid-forties well even now.&nbsp; The patch job she had managed on peoples wounds was certainly more the work of an experienced mom than a doctor, but it had helped.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“He carried you here.”&nbsp; She added waiting to see if the girl wanted any more of her help. “We couldn’t stop to make a litter, so he picked you up and carried you. I can’t imagine how frightened you must be, but I believe that boy when he says he won’t let anyone hurt you.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus knew the way to the cafeteria.&nbsp; He had been to the museum before.&nbsp; It had been on a school field trip.&nbsp; It was odd being here with no one else around.&nbsp; Sounds echoed in the building, the ominous groan of twisted metal magnified as it reverberated down open halls.&nbsp; He found the cafeteria with relative ease.&nbsp; There wasn’t much there that could safely eaten, but he did find a couple of vending machines that he peeled apart with screeching protests.&nbsp; He gathered the chips and candy bars from one and the juice and water from the other.&nbsp; He wasn’t a lot, but it would work for now.&nbsp; Marcus rooted around in the kitchen and found an old cardboard box that he could use to carry his stash back in.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He made a quick stop at the gift store on the way back.&nbsp; Walking around bare chested was a little strange to be honest and the mutant girl probably wouldn’t appreciate it either.&nbsp; There was one problem.&nbsp; Marcus had been a big boy before Judgement.&nbsp; Now he was huge.&nbsp; He stood at a good 7 feet tall and he had to turn just to get through doorways his shoulders were so broad.&nbsp; He looked all over for something to wear and came up with a XXXL black, tank top that stretched so tightly over him it may have well been painted on.&nbsp; In tiny letters it read “L.A. County Art Museum.”&nbsp; Still it was better than nothing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus came back to the group and set the box on the ground near Margie and Katerina.&nbsp; He looked as if he was about to say something, but shook his head and began to turn away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I think I hear someone out there.”&nbsp; He heard Aaron call back from the opening to the street.&nbsp; Marcus hadn’t felt anything before.&nbsp; It must have been the shifting of the building and the movement of the refugees, or the fact that Marcus had no idea how his abilities worked.&nbsp; Marcus closed his eyes so he could concentrate on the vibrations.&nbsp; He found he could sense things farther away that way.&nbsp; Yes there was someone out there.&nbsp; Moving to the front he motioned for the two men to move back and prayed however was out there wasn’t another hunter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 18:36:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Streets of Los Angeles<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Wreck<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha hesitated as she got closer, the emotions she felt of the nearby people was one of nervousness, and in turn it made her feel nervous as well. <br><br>She gulped, as she thought, <em>Maybe this is not such a good idea after all... I have a feeling they already detected me.</em><br><br>“H-hello there?” she started, with a careful tone in her voice.<br><br>When she didn't get an immediate response, however, she tried a little louder, “Hello there...”<br><br>However, after still not getting a reply after twenty seconds, she took another couple of steps, and while she held her hands up in surrender, she yelled, “Hello there, I know you can see me!”<br><br>“Shut your mouth, you idiot,” somebody barked at her, “You're going to lure more of <em>them</em> here.”<br><br>Natasha gulped, and with a softer voice, she tried, “S-sorry. I-I'm a doctor, and I have medical supplies with me. I sensed you have wounded with you. C-can I please join your group?”<br><br>She held her lower lip between her teeth while she looked with big eyes in the direction the voice had come from.<br><br>When she didn't hear a reply for a bit, she added, “I mean you no harm. Look, I only have my gun and no army or anything behind me.”<br><br>Natasha slowly turned around, revealing that apart from her backpack and holstered gun, she wasn't wearing anything else with her.<br><br>“I just want to take care of your wounded and a safe place to stay the night.”<br><br>She took another careful step in the direction of where the voice had come from, and apparently whoever had yelled at her earlier, decided that she was okay. She didn't get shot at least, and Natasha considered that to be a good sign. With a bit more confidence in her step, she walked with a gentle sway in her hips to where she thought the man who had spoken was hiding. She could sense his emotions and it gave away his position.<br><br>A rough looking man, about a head taller than hear appeared a moment later. His clothes were grim and dirty, torn in some places, and it looked like he had gone through a hell.<br><br>She tentatively held her hand out for a handshake, and when he took it, she introduced herself, “Hi, I'm Natasha Evans, general practitioner before all of this happened.”<br><br>“Aaron,” the man simply grunted, before he said, “Follow me, I'll bring you to our leader.”<br><br>Natasha wondered where they were going, but she didn't have to wait long. A colossal man, no wait, teenager, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. For a guy his size he was remarkably calm and quiet. It felt like he made the very air he exhaled vibrate around him. His gaze upon her made her feel like she was a midget, she had to strain her neck just to look at his face. Her eyes grew big as she took in his body; his tight abs, covered by a shirt that seemed to be painted on his chest, seemed to flex with every breath he took, and it looked like he could crush her skull in his hand by simply flexing his muscles.<br><br>She gulped once more, wondering what she had gotten herself into. Her hand patted her hip, locating her holster. She felt a bit more secure in the knowledge that her weapon was where she had left it, but then quickly withdrew her hand, not wanting to give the giant the wrong impression about her.<br><br>His emotions at least felt friendly, but Natasha was anxious for him to move out of the way so she could do what she had come for; to treat the wounded. After that she'd decide whether it'd be smarter move on or to stay.<br><br>“Please don't hurt me...?” she asked, with a tentative voice, her eyes nervously shifting between the open spaces on his left and right side, searching for an escape route in case things got ugly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 19:21:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>She had somehow avoided being violated because she had been able to defend herself just in time, otherwise Katerina was sure she'd have been sore between her legs right about now as well if not outright in pain down there.&nbsp; Be it as it may, it had been close enough and as she had said once already, there was no way in Hell she'd let someone else close enough to try, especially if they happened to be anything like the former Wreck had been or the guard she had nearly killed before somehow getting away only to be caught and beaten senseless.&nbsp; She didn't say a word to Wreck's promise that no one would hurt her again since he didn't know the future anymore than she did, that and she didn't trust him anyway but something about the way he said it made her WANT to believe him all the same.&nbsp; Katerina sighed heavily and looked away just as Wreck wandered off to gather supplies and new clothes, turning her mismatched eyes upon Margie when she came up to help her if she needed it.&nbsp; Katerina found much to her annoyance that she couldn't stand any longer and groaned as she slowly laid back on her haunches once more, the pain in her head making her see spots and weird colored shapes dance across her vision.&nbsp; An aura....a true and clear cut sign of a migraine.&nbsp; Great, that's just what she needed now on top of everything else.<br><br>Despite that, Katerina listened to what Margie had to say and it matched up with what she remembered well enough, but even so she shook her head at the older woman, not ready to believe that Wreck was on the level.&nbsp; She couldn't....not after what she'd been through personally.&nbsp; "Thank you....but until he proves himself I doubt I'll ever trust him, Margie.&nbsp; He was with Apocalypse's men and he was part of the problem, not the solution.&nbsp; He might have saved us but I still don't trust him for that simple reason that he was part of that tyrant's army."&nbsp; She didn't know about the brain washing part of the serum that she had been injected with, only that it had made her a freak along with most of those that had survived.&nbsp; She didn't know that he hadn't entirely been responsible for his own actions in a sense, none of them were that had been made into what they were now, but if she had, would have it made a difference?&nbsp; Most likely not.&nbsp; "I just....I wanted to die when I was first transformed into what I am now.&nbsp; Not because of what I had become exactly, I was on my way to New York because my brother Jake had recently shown signs of the mutant gene so I was going with him to help him get settled since our parents were not nearly as understanding about it as I was, but because he died protecting me and for what?"<br><br>Tears came to her eyes anew but Katerina kept her sobs far quieter than she had before as she leaned into the older woman, wishing now that the very heated argument she had had with her folks back home before all this had come about could be taken back now.&nbsp; "I told them I didn't want to be a part of their family....before I left to help Jake get to New York.&nbsp; I gave up everything without a thought because I wasn't a mutant bigot like they turned out to be.&nbsp; The 'mutant problem.' had never touched Elizabethtown as far as we knew and while we've had mutants pass through the city they rarely stayed around so we didn't normally concern ourselves with the whole issue, but when it was found out we had it in our family gene pool....things got ugly fast.&nbsp; Jake was practically thrown out when I convinced him to tell our parents of what happened that day.&nbsp; He had developed the ability to walk through walls but he couldn't control it.&nbsp; He had almost gotten himself stuck in the floor of our house just going over the basement as we walked through the front door.&nbsp; We had a good laugh at the time after he was firmly on the ground again but....things got ugly after that."&nbsp; Katerina could still hear the shouts and screams that had been thrown back and forth between all involved nine days ago.&nbsp; It felt like an eternity now but she couldn't help but go over the scene in her mind all the same.<br><br><em>They had been sitting around in the living room, the TV off and the windows open which allowed the late afternoon sun through along with a comfortable breeze.&nbsp; Katerina was sitting beside her brother Jake, her right hand wrapped firmly around Jake's left since it seemed to help stabilize him, keep him from phasing through any solid objects to have her physically present and anchoring him in a sense.&nbsp; It got them a few odd looks from their parents but when they had explained why and how she had found out about it, things had gotten bad fast.&nbsp; Her dad was stunned but it was their mother that had been the far more vocal of the two.&nbsp; Normally it was the other way around whenever things got stressful or heated, it was their dad that took the more active role in things, so that also made Katerina's head spin considerably.&nbsp; "Get out."<br><br>Two words had never been spoken with such vehemence in Katerina's experience.&nbsp; Her mother's mismatched eyes blazed with an anger that was borderline rage, and that too was surprising since she rarely got so upset over anything.&nbsp; Annabella De Leon was one of the most levelheaded people she knew, and to see her this way was upsetting enough yet it was even more upsetting to know she was telling her brother to leave without so much as an explanation as to why she felt the way she did.&nbsp; "Why mother?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; He's still the same Jake!"&nbsp; Katerina had shouted in return, surprising herself as she stood to her feet while Jake and their father both stared slack jawed at Annabella in abject surprise.<br><br>"He's a filthy mutant, Katerina De Leon!&nbsp; I will not have a mutant living under the same roof as us!"<br><br>"WHY?!"<br><br>"BECAUSE I HAD A BROTHER THAT WAS A MUTANT!"&nbsp; Annabela had screamed back which had silenced Katerina and further stunned the rest of the family.<br><br>"You said he was miscarried.&nbsp; You always told us whenever we asked that he was miscarried by your mother about the same time you were eight years old."<br><br>"My mother swore us all to silence about him Katerina!&nbsp; She hated him as much as she feared him.&nbsp; He was a misbegotten freak of nature that should have been drowned at birth, Hell, she even tried to do it once, but on both sides of his neck were gills, GILLS!&nbsp; He was able to breath in water as surely as we breath the air, but he could survive outside of the water quite easily as well.&nbsp; He ended up running away and I say good riddance."&nbsp; Katerina couldn't believe what she had just heard, let alone what Annabella's husband had heard since he had never known the truth about her former brother either, none of them had.</em><br><br>Katerina's remembrance of that day was shaken off when she heard a disturbance nearby and saw a newcomer enter their camp.&nbsp; A woman wearing a catsuit, big black glasses, and a light backpack could be seen along with Aaron that Wreck had sent to guard the front door.&nbsp; Slowly sitting up straight despite the agony in her skull which forced her eyes to water considerably, Katerina kept her eyes open and did her best to watch what proceeded after Wreck brought the box of supplies he had gathered for their group.&nbsp; She didn't say thanks, she simply watched him go, glad he had gotten something to cover his chest with as Katerina examined the doctor with open curiosity.&nbsp; Her memory she had spoken of aloud to Margie and anyone else that had been nearby, and while she was curious to hear what the others thought, seeing an actual doctor all the way out here when she needed one most was in a sense a godsend in Katerina's opinion.&nbsp; Her ribs ached something fierce, her arm was still broken, and the migraine she was sporting now was making it hard to even look at the chips and other snacks that Wreck had gathered without wanting to throw up all over them first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 06:33:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; wandering west in LA<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br><br></span></span><hr><br><em>"The fuck was THAT?!</em> He took&nbsp; a long look at teh shadow sword-lance in his hand, the dead minion before him. In a blink, the blade vanished, and he decided to keep running. Banshee could fly so he would likely catch up quickly.<br><br>What the hell was going on? One day he was a normal college kid trying to work hard, nervous as hell about his midterm. Now? He was one of the apparent few left alive, suddenly having these shadowy super powers. Its been a couple days now since the attack, but he can recall it like it was seconds ago. He was on his way to his Calculus mid-term, when the TV's in the student lounge were itnerrupted to show Iron Man in combat. This was always a good show, however, something wasn't right. With a firey crash into the ground..Iron Man was dead...then so was the feed. <br><br>Suddenly explosions and screams outside, LA was under attack almost just as fast as the feed in NY was cut. Jake tried to fight, but being quickly captured as he had no super powers, all he could do was struggle and yell. "mmm we have a fighter here" a large grunt holding a syringe claimed. "You will serve Apocalypse quite well should you survive"<br><br>Apocalypse...Jake knew who was responsible, and he wanted the man or whatever he was to pay for all of this in blood. Enough thinking back for now though, what about that guy. <em>"Yea..I think he was called Banshee</em>. He wasn't sure if Sean had caught up to him yet, so he gives a shout back. "Hey, dude are you okay?!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 07:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Harmony.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt and Harm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Sub-Villain, Pestilence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;USC Campus, California Science Center<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony loved living on campus.&nbsp; It had been a dream of theirs after all to go to college at the mighty University of Southern California.&nbsp; Now they were living the dream.&nbsp; It was a bit worse for the wear since they had toured the school with their older brother Marcus.&nbsp; He had been offered a scholarship to play football.&nbsp; They had been so excited.&nbsp; Now they were here.&nbsp; Haley giggled with happiness and gave her sister’s hand a squeeze as they walked towards the little building marked the science center.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m trying to concentrate Haley.” Harmony said, but she felt her sister’s excitement and it mirrored her own.&nbsp; Her ruby red lips parted in a smile.&nbsp; She couldn’t help it.&nbsp; It was awesome.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Don’t worry about them.&nbsp; They won’t wake up for hours.” Haley replied with a dismissing wave of her delicate hand. The two only spoke out loud out of habit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Often times there speech would flitter between talk and thought, leaving half a sentence unspoken and speaking halfway through another.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “You’re not the one carrying them.” She laughed.&nbsp; It was light and carefree. Harmony saw a girl that graduated the same class she and Haley did and gave her a friendly wave.&nbsp; She would have stopped to chat, but she knew her mother was waiting.&nbsp; She was going to be so proud of them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Yeah she is.&nbsp; We. Are. Awesome.” Haley answered Harmony’s thought.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Their approach to the small science building caused quite a stir.&nbsp; They looked at each other and winked.&nbsp; What girl didn’t like to make an entrance? The two older men standing next to the doors called out to someone inside and the navy blue and black clad young women were quickly surrounded by doctors and scientists that worked for their mother.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Umm, could you give us a little help with that?” One of the lab nerds asked.&nbsp; He must have been nervous, because he was stuttering when he spoke.&nbsp; It happened sometimes when men talked to them.&nbsp; They liked it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Of course.” Harmony answered and she snapped her fingers.&nbsp; I loud thud could be heard behind her, followed by a few groans.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Harm!” Her sister exclaimed and playfully punched her in the arm.&nbsp; “Don’t be mean.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Please, you just thought the one with the dark hair and deep blue eyes was a total hottie.”&nbsp; Harmony needled her younger sister.&nbsp; She was younger by a whole two minutes.&nbsp; Something she never let Haley forget.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “What can I say? I love a man in uniform.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Or a woman.”&nbsp; Harmony needled again.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Hey!”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Please…Psylocke, Marvel Girl…They wear uniforms...sort of?” <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yeah well.&nbsp; Captain blue eyes back there is all man.&nbsp; I hope he makes it.&nbsp; Do you think he would ask me out?”&nbsp; Haley asks as they continue their conversation, leaving the squad of US Army soldiers to be taken away for Judgement.&nbsp; Their mother was waiting and they didn’t want her to wait long.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 06:48:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Not Yet Given]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix, Natasha Evans<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“She says she’s a doctor.” Aaron says as the two approached.&nbsp; Marcus had never seen a doctor that looked like Natasha and it wasn’t just the fact that she was gorgeous, but the dark shades, cornflower hair and form-fitting black rubber body suit.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus ignored the woman at first when she spoke. “Does she look at all like a doctor to you?” He says with a look of disbelief at Aaron.&nbsp; The man looked surprised at the question then looked at Natasha and shook his head no. ‘How am I supposed to protect these people?’ He thought exasperated.&nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus looked down at the gorgeous “doctor” and was highly suspicious.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Check her backpack and take her gun.”&nbsp; He told the older man and finally spoke to Natasha.&nbsp; “If you don’t hurt anyone you’ll be fine and you can have the gun back.” Marcus answered her question.&nbsp; He wasn’t going to accept anything other than that.&nbsp; “We have a girl that is hurt pretty bad, the rest of us can wait.” He says and steps aside with a wave of his hand to indicate she should move into the shelter of the museum.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 11:04:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Wreck<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha gulped, and thought, <em>Give up my gun? What the hell does this guy think? That I'm an idiot? That gun is the only way I can defend myself! For all I know this is a trap and there is a bunch of rapists waiting for me.</em><br><br>Somewhat hesitant, she said, “I don't mind you checking my backpack, but I have no reason to trust any of you all and I'm the one outnumbered here. I promise I'll keep my gun holstered and won't make any sudden moves, but that gun stays on my side.”<br><br>Natasha took off her backpack and threw it to Aaron, who checked its contents. Without her conscious awareness, she also sent soothing feelings in the direction of Aaron and Marcus, her unconsciousness hoping to put their minds at ease.<br><br>“It's just as she said, Marcus. There is only some provision and various medical supplies inside. Some of this stuff looks pretty specialized, definitely not the kind of gear that somebody would carry around if she only knew how to apply first aid,” Aaron stated.<br><br>“Now do you believe me?” Natasha asked, before she said to Aaron, “Please show me your wounded. I sensed a great deal of distress coming from here and one woman in particular felt like she's in a world of pain.”<br><br>“Follow me,” Aaron replied, giving her the backpack back.<br><br>What Natasha saw when she entered the building, stunned her mind. Various refugees were hiding, huddled up together and looking in pretty bad shape. Several of them had sustained wounds and were patched up in an amateurish way. The person who had applied the bandages had done the best she could with the resources available, but it quickly became clear to Natasha that she'd run out of her supplies very fast.<br><br>“Aaron, please ask Marcus to send somebody out to scavenge for medical supplies. I can help the most critically wounded, but beyond that I won't be able to do much. I also need somebody else to boil linen, so I can apply sterile bandages. It won't be as good as the real deal, but we'll have to make do with what we have available. For that matter, I also need alcohol to sterilize my equipment, and whatever else you can get your hands on.”<br><br>With her orders given, Natasha took a critical look at all of the refugees, assessing their needs. She felt that most were just shaken up, afraid about what was going on, and curious about her appearance. One woman in particular, however, seemed to be in a great deal of pain, she must be the one she had sensed earlier. Actually, upon closer consideration, she wasn't even a woman, but just a teenage girl.<br><br><em>Poor thing, what have they done to her?</em> Natasha wondered, as she walked up to the teenager.<br><br>“Hey there,” Natasha said with a soft voice, as she knelt next the girl, “I'm Natasha Evans, and I'm a doctor. I'd like to take a look at you, is that okay? I also need to know where you hurt, so I can see about taking care of your injuries.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 17:16:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Not Yet Given]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix, Natasha Evans<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus shook his head as the wave of soothing energy passed over him.&nbsp; If he wasn’t being so hyper-vigilant at the moment it may have caused him to drop his guard.&nbsp; ‘Must be fatigue.’ He thought and it was a good thing for the young woman that he didn’t equate it to her or he would have thrown her as far away from the building as he could and that would have probably been somewhere around Palm Springs.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Now do you believe me?” She asked him.&nbsp; What did she thing he was stupid?&nbsp; A backpack with some medical supplies didn’t make you a doctor.&nbsp; “No.” He replied honestly.&nbsp; If Marcus was anything, he was honest. Aaron on the other hand seemed to have lost his mind and acquiesced to her powers. For a moment as she turned to walk by him he thought about doing just that what his instinct had told him do and that was to send the woman flying. When he turned around however he became distracted by how the rubber suit conformed to Natasha’s backside.&nbsp; It was…umm…impressive to say the least and more effective on a teenage male than any sort of soothing emotion control would be.&nbsp; He momentarily lost his train of thought and she was already kneeling down next to Katerina before he got his mind right again.&nbsp; The blush on his face would have gone unseen by all.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>‘Have someone go look for supplies out there?'</em>&nbsp; This girl was nuts.&nbsp; These people wouldn’t survive a minute out there against Apocalypse’s forces and Marcus knew they were still searching for them. “Sorry “doc”, but no one is going outside.&nbsp; It isn’t safe yet.”&nbsp; He said firmly.&nbsp; “Aaron.&nbsp; There are some t-shirts in the gift shop. Bring them back here and I will tear them into strips. See if you can find anything else in there to get a small fire going and something we can use to soak them in.&nbsp; Use some of the water I brought back to boil.” He gave the instructions to the man. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“That is all you have to work with Doc.” He told her.&nbsp; He wasn’t going to risk these people’s lives and separate them all so she could have an easier target if she was really with Apocalypse and if she was a real doctor she could make do with what she had.&nbsp; Katerina was in the worst condition and once she was up and moving so were they.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once Aaron was back with the shirts, Marcus shredded them in stacks like they were little more than tissue paper.&nbsp; <em>‘Hey look, I’m good for something other than hurting things,’</em> he thought wryly as Aaron got the fire going.&nbsp; Once it was ready he left Aaron to finish up boiling the water and returned to his guard post hoping the doctor was really what she said she was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 18:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Wreck<br><br></span></span><hr><br>His short answer took her aback, and Natasha's brow wrinkled when Marcus told her that she could forget about additional supplies.<br><br>“Damn...” she muttered under her breath, while she thought, <em>I guess I'll have to make do with what I do have. I suppose I can't blame him. It must be tough being a leader of a group like this. The rest of these people seem like they're able to move. It's just this girl that's severely beaten up. If I run out of supplies then I'll just have to find new ones later on.</em><br><br>“It's okay, I'll figure something out,” Natasha replied to Marcus, “Thank you for your assistance.”<br><br>She offered him a shy smile. <br><br>If anything, she was quite scared by his big form, but she did her best not to show it to him. If she ever got into a fight with him he'd probably kill her with a single hit. She wasn't surprised if he'd be able to stop a train coming to him at full-speed. She knew there were mutants able to do so, and it frightened the living daylights out of her that somebody possessed such strength.<br><br>Natasha stroked the girl's cheek with the back of her hand, while she waited for her reply. She took pity on the girl and she could sense that she was in a great deal of pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 21:24:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck Natasha.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Margie had thoroughly knocked silent by Katerina's memory of how she had gotten into this mess to begin with.&nbsp; There was only one place in New York that she could have been going for and that was Xavier's School for the Gifted, or more appropriately called, the X-Men School for Mutants.&nbsp; Either way you sliced it, it was still the same thing in the end.&nbsp; But whatever the older woman might have said didn't get a chance to come out as Natasha came over to them and the older woman left to help Aaron with the fire, leaving the two women alone for now.&nbsp; Katerina sat up straight and groaned softly as her ribs gave her trouble, but it was her migraine beating in time with her heart that was the more pressing issue at the moment.&nbsp; "Where do I even....begin?"&nbsp; Katerina asked in turn, referencing more than her physical aches but she sighed and took a steadying breath, ashamed that she had almost snapped on the doctor before her.&nbsp; She didn't share Wreck's trust issues.&nbsp; She saw the medical supplies and the way Natasha took command of their medical needs and that was enough for her.&nbsp; She had had an aunt with a brain tumor before all this had come about, she knew more than she ever wanted to know about doctors and how cold and clinical some of them could be, like the bastard that had been 'treating' her aunt before she slipped into a coma and died a couple of months later.&nbsp; Again though Katerina took a breath and did her best to calm herself, finding Natasha's presence far more soothing than was probably natural given they had only just met.&nbsp; Was she perhaps another survivor of Judgment?<br><br>Whatever the case, she met the older woman's face and found she couldn't help but feel a bit turned on by the catsuit she wore.&nbsp; She blushed crimson briefly and shook her head to clear it of those particular thoughts before finding her voice once again.&nbsp; "Several cracked if not broken ribs on both sides of my chest, left arm is broken I'm sure of that, my right shoulder was dislocated but that was fixed before you showed up, and I have a...really bad migraine.&nbsp; That however is due to....my recent telekinetic manifestation as the others here can attest to.&nbsp; I was injected with that serum....same as most everyone here, the big guy included if I had to guess since he was the one I tried to bury alive and he climbed out of the rubble as if nothing happened."&nbsp; She held out her right hand, keeping her left close to her body since it hurt to move too much even then.&nbsp; "Sorry, I guess when the end of the world comes around manners seems to go right along for the ride.&nbsp; My own name is Katerina De Leon, it's...a pleasure to meet you Natasha, or should I call you Doctor Evans?"&nbsp; She managed to crack a small smile by some small miracle, her red and blue eyes showing her amusement ever so briefly before it disappeared once more.&nbsp; "I take it....you're like me then?&nbsp; You survived Judgment when others didn't?"&nbsp; She asked, meaning she was a mutant as well but she didn't realize just how much trauma the good doctor herself had been through before coming here.&nbsp; It would be the same song and dance for most everyone they came across that wasn't part of Apocalypse's 'Vision.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 23:57:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“Yes, the serum,” Natasha repeated with a said tone in her voice, lost in thought for a moment.<br><br>Her face grew grim for a few seconds, while she said, “I'm pretty sure that they injected me with the serum too, but my own memories are still a bit fuzzy. I haven't really noticed any new talents or gifts like you have. Maybe nothing happened and perhaps I'm immune to whatever they injected me with. For all I know they used a placebo on me, I really can't tell. My strength, agility or intelligence didn't improve, nor do I seem able to do something remarkable.”<br><br>Natasha shrugged, and said, “It doesn't really matter anyway. I'm glad that I'm still alive. I just hope to find a safe location for the night and then get out of the city tomorrow. They seem to have a firm control on Los Angeles and with all their patrols it's nothing less than suicide to stick around. I don't know, I don't really have a plan, I didn't think that far ahead.”<br><br>“It's a pleasure to meet you Katerina,” Natasha said, flashing the teenager a comforting smile, before she added, “Natasha will do. Doctor Evans sounds rather formal and somehow feels more right if I was still in the examination room of my practice.”<br><br>“Out here we're all survivors,” she sighed.<br><br>“Well, let's get you patched up. No use wishing for change, we're in the here and now, and we'll just have to make do with what we've got. We're still alive at least, that has to count for something.”<br><br>Natasha took her sunglasses off and put them away, after which she opened her backpack and withdrew a small flashlight.<br><br>“Please follow the light,” she said, as she shone the bright light in Katerina's eyes, watching how her pupils, albeit strained, followed the light.<br><br>“You have lovely eyes, I never saw such an unusual combination before,” Natasha complimented the teenager, with her usual professional voice.<br><br>Getting a wooden stick out, she said, “Say 'Aaa'.”<br><br>She waited for Katerina to follow her instructions, and then checked her mouth and whether or not she sustained any damage, however, all seemed to be fine.<br><br>“Although I realize that your migraine hurts you terrible, right now I want to see what I can do for your broken arm, check your right shoulder, and check the damage on your ribs. From what I'm guessing, Marcus wants the group to move as soon as you're able to walk without throwing up your lunch, so we better get you fixed up. I have some strong pain that will help suppress your pain, but first I need you in sober condition. I won't be able to give you any meds until I took care of your other problems,” Natasha said.<br><br>She touched Katerina's bare left arm, feeling with her fingers along the fracture. Images filled her mind, and she could see the fracture when she closed her eyes. Focusing on this image she also saw what needed to be done to repair it. In her mind she knitted the bone together, and surprisingly enough, she felt her energy leave her body through her fingertips. In her mind she saw the bone slowly knitting together and getting it back in the condition it was before the fracture. <br><br>When the bone was knitted completely in her mind, she felt physically drained. She fluttered her eyes open and felt how her fingertips tingled. It felt as if a low electric current had touched her fingers.<br><br>She exhaled her breath in short gasps, “W-what, w-was that?”<br><br>She looked Katerina in the eye, and asked, “D-did you feel anything? H-how is your arm?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 00:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck Natasha.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Katerina had to give Natasha credit.&nbsp; She had the right of it since they were still alive, and as long as they were able to remain that way and free, maybe they could do something about the state of things now?&nbsp; She doubted it'd be much but anything was better than nothing.&nbsp; She sighed though and looked away, not quite feeling the need to put herself in harm's way just to end up bent over another brute's knee or worse if she didn't get a chance to actually fight and win no less.&nbsp; "It's stupid to plan ahead only to have your hopes dashed anyway."&nbsp; Katerina murmured, letting the whole situation get to her again although she didn't cry this time.&nbsp; She kept that under wraps as she looked back up to Natasha and waited for the pleasantries to be over and done with.&nbsp; She didn't have to wait long and while the light made her want to flinch away given the pounding headache she was feeling, Katerina was able to withstand it long enough for Natasha to get whatever information she needed from that part of the examination.&nbsp; Yeah, she was definitely a doctor, even had her open her mouth and say aaa no less.&nbsp; She managed a small smile, the compliment regarding her eyes helping as Katerina replied after she was able to close her mouth again.&nbsp; "Heterochromiam Iridium as far as I was told when I asked about it a long time ago it feels like now."&nbsp; She explained in way of her eyes being what they were, but Natasha most likely knew that already.&nbsp; "It's oddly enough my most notable feature or so I've been told."&nbsp; She shrugged since she didn't really care either way, especially now.<br><br>She looked over at Marcus when Natasha explained what she wanted to do before giving her any pain meds, and while she still didn't trust Marcus as far as she could throw him, in reality she could probably throw him further, she nodded to Natasha and mentally braced herself as much as she could as the good doctor took hold of her left arm.&nbsp; She bit her tongue as a flare of pain shot up to her shoulder whenever Natasha touched the broken bone in her arm but she didn't cry out.&nbsp; She had made enough noise earlier, she wasn't about to give Marcus another reason to tell her to quiet down.&nbsp; The less contact she had with the man the better for everyone.&nbsp; So when Natasha started to heal the break, Katerina at first didn't notice it until she looked down when she started to notice the pain disappearing completely, feeling a very weird tingly sensation take hold until that too disappeared.&nbsp; When asked about it by a very surprised Natasha, Katerina had an answer for her given her earlier thoughts about not having any mutant abilities.&nbsp; "You're a touch healer now.&nbsp; It's....rather amazing to tell the truth.&nbsp; I did a lot of research into mutants since...I was helping my brother Jake get to Xavier's School for Gifted Individuals or whatever it was called and I didn't discover a lot of people with that kind of power really from what I was able to read anyway.&nbsp; You just hadn't realized that the serum changed you....as well as anyone that survived it.&nbsp; We're the lucky ones, Natasha, if lucky can be even brought into a conversation these days.&nbsp; But yes, it feels better now, like it was never broken.&nbsp; Thank you....truly."&nbsp; Katerina meant it as she gently squeezed Natasha's hand with her newly healed one, her arm not even tingling now as she moved it about freely without any hint of the break she had sustained.&nbsp; Her ribs and head still gave her trouble, but maybe there was hope after all?
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 00:54:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“Y-you're welcome,” Natasha stammered, still not being able to believe what just happened.<br><br><em>This is amazing... Apparently something did change! Like she said, I think I can actually heal people. This is a most useful gift,</em> Natasha considered, baffled by her discovery.<br><br>She also felt tired, however, and she opened a can with energy drink, taking several big gulps to replenish her energy. It felt as if the sugar in the drink burned her teeth away, but at least she felt better a few moments later. <br><br>She offered the rest of the can to Katerina, and asked, “Can you please flex the of your fingers of your left hand, and curl them up into a fist?”<br><br>She waited for Katerina to do as she instructed and she ran several tests on the girl's hand, but everything seemed to work fine.<br><br>“I don't have an explanation for this, but it seems like your arm at is completely healed,” Natasha remarked, as her fingers felt along the girl's arm.<br><br>This time, however, the fracture was gone.<br><br>“Maybe I can do something similar for your ribs. I'll need to be in direct contact with your body though...”<br><br>She looked Katerina in the eye, but the girl seemed unsure of what to do. Natasha sensed she wasn't feeling at ease.<br><br>“If you want, we can go somewhere more private,” Natasha added, it seemed they had gathered a small crowd with surprised refugees. <br><br>They were quietly talking among themselves and the miracle they had just witnessed. One particularly religious man fell to his knees and started to praise God, thanking Him for Natasha's presence. It made Natasha feel uncomfortable, and she understood why some mutants felt like a freak. She was glad, however, that people didn't seem frightened by her ability.<br><br><em>I suppose that's a good thing,</em> she thought.<br><br>“Let's get you somewhere more private, okay?” she asked, this time seeing the girl nod in consent.<br><br>Katerina was in obvious pain when Natasha helped her up, and she sent comforting feelings to the teenager, hoping to make her feel better. Together they stumbled towards the bathroom, where she asked the girl to disrobe and get topless.<br><br>Natasha admired the young woman's breasts, but since she was a professional who didn't want to make her patient feel uncomfortable, she focused her attention on the girl's eyes instead.<br><br>“I have to touch your body, I need to feel what's going on with your ribs and find out whether they're bruised or broken,” Natasha said, warning Katerina about what was going to happen.<br><br>In her experience as a doctor she found that it was best to tell a patient what was happening before moving along, so that her touches didn't come as a surprise. She thought she saw Katerina's nipples grow stiff, but whether it was from the slight breeze or excitement she couldn't tell. The emotions she felt coming from Katerina were confusing as well, but Natasha couldn't deny that she found this somewhat erotic. <br><br>She rubbed her hands together to warm them up, and placed her fingertips on the teenagers left breast, caressing the girl's flesh as she moved along her ribs. She gave her nipple a soft squeeze and flashed her a smile.<br><br><em>Hmm... She seems to enjoy that. If only this was a different place and a different time,</em> Natasha thought, while she continued her examination.<br><br>She felt along the rest of the woman's ribs, and she thought she heard her inhale her breath with ragged gasps. <br><br>“I think you broke at least two ribs... Three others seem bruised, judging your reactions. I want to try and heal them like I did with your arm. Please turn around.”<br><br>Natasha waited until Katerina's back faced her, and then cupped the teenager's breasts in the palm of her hands while she stood behind her, so that she could press her fingertips below the breasts. Her palms gently massaged the young woman's nipples, hoping to keep her distracted, while she visualized the damage in her mind.<br><br>As before, she felt the energy flow out of her body, through her fingertips, into Katerina's body. This time, however, it wasn't a single fracture that mended, but multiple fractures at the same time. Natasha quickly felt her energy drain away and once the ribs were healed, she sought support on Katerina's back, while she got her breath back.<br><br>Her hands were still cupping the teenager's breasts, but she slowly dropped them as she recovered from the exercise.<br><br>“Sorry about that,” she apologized, not even knowing sure what it was that she was apologizing for.<br><br>“I hope you're feeling better. I need to eat something first, but after that I want to try giving you a massage. When I just got my gifts I had a terrible headache, but when I massaged my temples, the headache went away. Later on I repeated this action, and it actually helped me regain my memories of what happened. I think I can heal my brain by massaging my temples, and I'm guessing it'll have a similar effect on you. With some luck I might just be able to help you get rid of your migraine.”<br><br>A tentative smile played on Natasha lips, as she said, “You might want to get dressed again. The others could get a wrong impression about you else. Your ribs will likely continue to feel sore for a few more days, but I can't do much about that at the moment.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 03:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck Natasha.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Katerina noted that Natasha seemed pretty wiped after healing her arm as she had, but before she could say anything the young doctor had spoken first and then proceeded to drain an energy drink.&nbsp; She only then realized she hadn't eaten since....well since she had been taken to the camp really.&nbsp; Her stomach growled to let Katerina know it was not happy about being neglected and she blushed a shade of red before managing to do as Natasha asked and started to flex and curl her fingers about.&nbsp; It didn't hurt a bit and again she was amazed at how fast the older woman had been able to do what she had.&nbsp; A touch healer....she'd be quite a valuable friend to keep close for anyone.&nbsp; She had to wonder what else she was capable of but that would have to wait as Natasha offered the rest of her energy drink to the young teenager.&nbsp; "Thanks."&nbsp; She offered, again meaning it as she took a swig and nodded her approval.&nbsp; It wasn't much but it would tide her over for a little while at least.&nbsp; She cocked her head to the side when Natasha said she didn't have an explanation for it, but the evidence was clear as day for Katerina.&nbsp; "Like I told you, that serum made us mutants.&nbsp; Some develop the power to fly, teleport, lift objects with their minds, whatever, while some get more useful and less offensive abilities like you Natasha.&nbsp; Whatever the case, for those that survived the Judgment serum, we were given abilities like the old X-Men and their Brotherhood of Mutants and all the rest in turn.&nbsp; That's all the evidence I need."<br><br>Whatever Natasha had to say in turn to that, Katerina listened to what would be required to finish healing her ribs and couldn't help it as her face went beet red.&nbsp; She figured it probably the only way to do it, but she wasn't about to get undressed in front of the other refugees either.&nbsp; No way in Hell was that happening.&nbsp; She didn't care if it was the end of the world or not, Katerina still had standards and she wasn't about to strip near naked in front of a crowd, doctor or no doctor.&nbsp; Thankfully Natasha had an idea and helped her along to a bathroom.&nbsp; The walk there was almost torture as each step made Katerina wince from her broken and bruised ribs.&nbsp; Besides, she didn't want to be anywhere near the religious nut among their number since her grandmother had thought her own mother's brother had been a demon sent from Hell and all, hence why she had tried to drown the boy only to find out he had gills.&nbsp; She wasn't about to share that with Natasha anytime soon though, or anyone else for that matter for a long time most likely.&nbsp; "Thanks for considering this Natasha.&nbsp; I needed to get away from the big ape of our group anyway.&nbsp; He was one of Apocalypse's men and I know that because the jacket he was wearing had the man's insignia all over it.&nbsp; That and he admitted to working with them before supposedly saving us all."&nbsp; She still didn't know about the brain washing effect of the serum, but something that Natasha would say later would put a few pieces of the puzzle that had been rattling around in Katerina's brain together.<br><br>She was only a C cup, and that was being generous but she had still had to beat the boys off with a stick all the same.&nbsp; There was something about her that had drew the eye of more than a few of the guys, as well as a few girls but Katerina had not once let anyone close enough to get intimate with her in any sense of the word.&nbsp; Despite the obvious fact she was dirty and covered in bruises from being used as a punching bag by Apocalypse's minions, Katerina's skin was otherwise flawless and smooth and there was very little fat to be seen upon her.&nbsp; That would be a problem since there was a good chance they wouldn't be eating well in the days to come, meaning she wouldn't have a lot of fat to burn through if push came to shove.&nbsp; Still, all those thoughts flew from Katerina's mind as she undressed with a little help from Natasha, every movement making her want to groan in pain even with the doctor sending her soothing thoughts as she was.&nbsp; It did help but it wasn't quite enough.&nbsp; If not for Natasha's explanation, Katerina would have most likely sent out another, albeit far smaller telekinetic pulse at the doctor the moment her hands cupped her breasts.&nbsp; Even for the doctor Katerina wasn't too comfortable in getting undressed completely, but on the other hand she had had a full gyno exam done a couple of times, so she wasn't completely embarrassed or ashamed to be looked at by another female, her parents having helped her get a woman doctor set up not so long ago.<br><br>Even so, even her old gynecologist hadn't been so....hands on as Natasha was proving to be real quick.&nbsp; Katerina almost flinched away but her very effective distracting technique kept her still even as she felt pain flare through her chest whenever Natasha came upon a broken rib.&nbsp; She couldn't trust herself to speak since she was sure the massage she was getting on top of the examination would have let out a few moans of pleasure and she was embarrassed enough just getting hot from having the older woman's hands on her body.&nbsp; She as far as she knew, wasn't bisexual, but...if this had happened in another time and place....she might have been sorely tempted to indulge in what Natasha was doing to her.&nbsp; Her nipples had indeed hardened from the breeze but they had grown as hard as they could once Natasha's hands had started to heal her once again.&nbsp; Katerina offered a very quiet moan, unable to help herself as the pain from earlier became far more bearable, and the woman's massaging from behind her now was starting to get to her.&nbsp; Leaning her head back slightly, Katerina felt her panties start to get a little wet as heat pooled in her gut, becoming a slowly tightening knot until she felt Natasha stop and lean heavily against her.&nbsp; She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, very confused about what in the Hell had just happened but she was more worried about Natasha as she turned around once she was able to stand on her own again.<br><br>She was right, her ribs were still sore but they didn't hurt nearly as bad as before.&nbsp; Katerina smiled broadly for the first time that day and hugged Natasha briefly before remembering she wasn't wearing anything up top, having been able to keep her pants and panties on at least.&nbsp; "Um...yeah, I feel much better and you've done more than anyone could have hoped in such a short time Natasha, so please, don't rush in recovering from healing me.&nbsp; I'd rather you stay healthy yourself since I have a feeling you'll be getting a lot more practice in before this is over, one way or the other.&nbsp; But truly, thank you and when you're ready, I...think a massage as you suggest will help out a fair bit."&nbsp; Katerina managed to say in a bit of a hurry, finding it far easier to get herself back together once more as she got her button up shirt and bra back on once again, still a bit hot and bothered from what Natasha's hands had been doing.&nbsp; She didn't say anything about that particular bit however, still a bit confused about it herself, but if things had gone further, she found that she wouldn't have minded.&nbsp; Maybe....no, she wouldn't hold out hope for a tomorrow that might not come as she offered her aid this time in getting Natsha back outside to the others.&nbsp; Hopefully the religious nut among them had quieted down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 08:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck (Only know to Villains)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix, Natasha Evans<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus once again sat vigil over the group of huddled refugees.&nbsp; He had to get them out of the city, which would mean heading north.&nbsp; That was good.&nbsp; It was away from Pestilence and the main force of Apocalypse’s forces in L.A.&nbsp; West was the port and the airport.&nbsp; Neither of which they had a chance in hell of reaching safely.&nbsp; South and East were straight into the lion’s den.&nbsp; Go north and they could reach the mountains.&nbsp; Maybe Santa Barbara and the coastal hills would offer these people a chance.&nbsp; It was more than they would get here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Santa Barbara…<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“Hail! Hail! To LA High; noble and strong.<br>Thy colors blue and white call forth our song.<br>With praises ringing, true and loyal hearts we bring.<br>Hail! Hail! To LA High, of thee we sing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hail! Hail! To LA High; our love for thee,<br>Still lingers close around thy memory,<br>With never dying faith in thy dear name,<br>Hail! Hail! To LA High, long live thy fame.”</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus belted out the school song with his teammates and cheerleaders that shared the team bus. They were driving along Ventura Freeway heading south from Santa Barbara.&nbsp; It was just after the sun had dropped below the Pacific Ocean off and the foothills of North Los Angeles were dark and featureless.&nbsp; He couldn’t wipe the big grin off his face.&nbsp; Two picks, one for six, 10 tackles and two sacks against Rincon!&nbsp; They had just taken down the number 4 team in the country and his play was much of the reason why.&nbsp; Not that he would have taken the credit.&nbsp; He was happy because his team won.&nbsp; They hadn’t stopped laughing and singing since the game ended.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus spotted his sisters sitting in the front of the bus.&nbsp; They kept the players and the cheerleaders separate.&nbsp; It was tradition.&nbsp; He gave Haley and Harmony a wave and they waved back with smiles as wide as his own.&nbsp; Harmony tapped another cheerleader that sat between her and Haley on the shoulder and said something to the girl.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f8/CassandraCrane.jpg)</div>She turned around and looked at Marcus.&nbsp; Cassandra Crane.&nbsp; She had dyed her normally pink and blue hair blue and white, the school colors, for the game. L.A. was painted artfully on one cheek, he couldn’t see what was painted on the other. She had pulled the blue and white ribbon from her hair after she got on the bus and her long hair framed her face perfectly.&nbsp; There couldn’t have been a girl more opposite of Marcus.&nbsp; Where he was big and rough, she was small and delicate.&nbsp; Her eyes were dark and deep, where his were pale and blue.&nbsp; She had this slight up-turn at the tip of her nose and the face of an angel.&nbsp; Well that was how Marcus looked at her anyway and right now those deep dark eyes were looking back at him.&nbsp; She gave him a mischevious smile and blew him a kiss, long and slow.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus could feel the heat building up his neck and onto his face.&nbsp; Realizing he was beginning to blush didn’t help the situation and he knew without seeing that he would soon be very red.&nbsp; It didn’t keep him from singing along and he gave her the same big smile he had given his sisters only bigger.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He could see his sisters giggling and Cassandra turned around to say something back to them.&nbsp; Marcus’s best friend Kevin rapped his arm around Marcus’s shoulder.&nbsp; “Damn man.&nbsp; When are you going to ask her out?&nbsp; I’m telling you, if you don’t I will.&nbsp; Cass is hot.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus pushes his fellow lineman away from him and tries to give him a glare that fails miserably.&nbsp; Kevin’s laugh was deep and full.&nbsp; He enjoyed making his friend uncomfortable about Cass.&nbsp; He also wanted Marcus to man up and ask her out. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Man, she likes you.&nbsp; I can tell.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Really?&nbsp; You can tell?”&nbsp; Marcus replied.&nbsp; He looked at Kevin like he didn’t believe him, but he was really interested in what he knew and Kevin knew it. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Trust me man.&nbsp; I know.&nbsp; I tell you what.&nbsp; You set me up with Haley and all give you my source.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “You wish.” Marcus punched him in the shoulder with a laugh, but his eye was drawn back to Cassandra and his sisters who were still giggling and occasionally stealing glances back in Marcus’s direction.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Ouch.” Kevin laughed rubbing his shoulder.&nbsp; “Seriously though, Haley told me…Hey what the hell is tha-“<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Kevin’s exclamation was cut off by a thunderous crash and the bus flipped onto its side, rolling over the tiny guard rail and off the edge of the cliff.&nbsp; &nbsp;Noise filled Marcus’s ears as he was tossed forcefully against Kevin who was hammered into the side of the bus by Marcus’s body.&nbsp; As he bounced off of his friend and began to spin into the air everything slowed like he was in the Matrix.&nbsp; Bodies flying around him like rag dolls slowed to a stand-still along with the shattered filaments of glass and tiny fragments of metal that had sheared off from the force of the impact.&nbsp; &nbsp;Time seemed to stop completely in that one terrifying moment…until the pain started.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 10:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Wreck<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha was a bit disappointed to see Katerina's bare breasts hide from her view again as the girl put her bra back on, but she did her best not to let this disappointment show on her face. Despite being only twenty-six years old, she had quite a turbulent love life already, with both men and women alike.<br><br>The last several years, however, life had slowed down. There had been one person in particular that she had cared a great deal about. Thoughts and emotions whirled through her head, but Natasha couldn't recall who this special person was. All she saw in her mind was a dark haze. It was unsettling that she remembered having done and shared so much with a special person in her life, while not being able to remember who he was. That at least she did know for sure, it had been a 'he' and not a 'she', since she recalled making love and regularly having had intercourse with a real phallus and not a plastic substitute. <br><br><em>Maybe my memory will come back later, but strange enough it doesn't matter much at the moment. All I know is that my beloved isn't here, though I do hope to find him back. I just wish I knew what happened,</em> Natasha thought.<br><br>“Don't worry about me, I think I'll be fine once I ate something,” she replied, pulling herself out of her train of thoughts.<br><br>As Katerina put on her last garment, Natasha said, “You look awfully hungry yourself. Maybe you can eat some of those candy bars that somebody dropped in a box. I saw some of the other refugees eating from it. You should probably have something to drink well. I would recommend ordinary water, it'll help you more than all that sugar rich stuff.”<br><br>Natasha noticed that Katerina could walk a lot easier now, and she no longer needed her support to get around, she didn't even grunt or wince once, at least not as far as Natasha could detect. Her thoughts of earlier were still distracting her, so it could be that she simply hadn't noticed it. She was happy, however, that she helped out at least one fellow survivor, one that had been through the serum as well no less. They rejoined the others a minute later. Natasha ate the remaining half of a rich energy bar she had opened on her trek to the Art Museum, and already she felt a lot better.<br><br><em>This could be problematic in combat. I need to find ways to use my energy more efficiently, or I'll end up eating like a cow for the entire day. Already I'm eating a lot more than I usually would. I need to experiment with my ability and find out if I can use energy more efficiently. Maybe I could first locate the actual trouble spots in a person's body by visualizing them. So far I did a manual examination first, but I think I can skip that part and simply touch somebody to see what's wrong.</em><br><br><em>The images in my mind are much more clear and deeper than the most advanced X-ray shots I have seen. I could even look at the images from different angles. CAT scans are quite advanced, but even they don't have the same accuracy as this ability does. I think I can even zoom in on the molecular level! If I just focus on healing those trouble spots, then I should be able to conserve a great deal of energy that otherwise gets wasted on curing the entire body. My patients will feel more sore afterwards, but at least I won't feel as drained as I do now,</em> Natasha considered in silent thought.<br><br>It bothered her that she had a useful, potentially even lifesaving, skill that was only useful as long as she didn't get hungry and weak. With her knowledge in medicine and how a body functions, she figured that she should be able to heal only that what requires immediate healing. The skull massage she would give in a moment would be a great way to practice her skills.<br><br>She looked over to where Marcus sat, but the giant seemed lost in his own thoughts and the look on his face didn't particularly invite for conversation either. Katerina's earlier comments also stung; she had told her Marcus used to be with 'Apocalypse'. Natasha wasn't sure whether the teenager had been referring to this entire situation, to a certain person who named him or herself Apocalypse, or perhaps to some kind of doomsday device that heralded the end of times, but it became obvious to Natasha that there was a lot more going on than she was aware of. <br><br>Whatever the case was, it was quite unsettling to know that something out there was trying to eradicate mankind itself. Learning that one among their midst was a part of that, made a cold shiver run down Natasha's spine. She decided to be very careful around Marcus and suspicious of his activities. On the outside he looked like a calm teenager, but she sensed that on the inside a great deal of things seemed to bother him, and that his head was in turmoil. <br><br>Natasha sat with her back against the wall and with a hand gesture she indicated that Katerina should sit before her, “Please sit between my legs and lean your back against my chest so I can massage your temples. You'll be more comfortable that way and make it easier on me.”<br><br>She gave the young woman a warm smile and sent warm feelings of feeling secure and safe in her direction. This time, however, Natasha actually felt a weak pulse her mind as she sent the soothing feelings.<br><br><em>That's weird... Maybe I have both an active and passive empathy skill?</em> Natasha asked herself. <em>I do seem to be able to sense emotions of others a lot better, and come to think of it, people seem to react different towards me whenever one of these 'pulses' leave my mind. I should experiment with this more later on and see what my limitations are. Let's first help Katerina get rid of her migraine though. I don't want her to suffer from that terrible headache any longer than necessary. If my massage doesn't help then I have strong pain meds as a back up, but I'm curious to find out if my massage will have any effect on her.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 22:54:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck, Natasha.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>After helping Natasha back to the main group if she needed it anyway, Katerina sat by the box of candy bars and chips that Wreck had brought to them and sighed, feeling hungry yet she wasn't so eager to touch anything the big man had handled.&nbsp; Her stomach protested otherwise and with Natasha's insistence that she eat anyway, Katerina grumbled to herself but took a few Milky Ways and a bag of Doritos out of the box, almost wishing she had a cold glass of Mountain Dew personally but she doubted they'd be getting any luxury items such as ice for a long time.&nbsp; Not to mention the soda machines probably didn't work without power anyway so it was a moot point to wish for something she wouldn't be getting anyway.&nbsp; Once she had her snacks selected, Katerina sat beside Natasha for now and helped herself to her meager meal.&nbsp; She didn't taste any of it and didn't say anything to Natasha the whole time she ate, going over the confused feelings she had been feeling with the girl's hands on her bare breasts.&nbsp; It had felt....good, and while she was by some miracle a virgin still despite almost being raped by that soldier in the camp, Katerina had to wonder if things had gone on longer if Natasha wouldn't have been the one to deflower her in a sense.&nbsp; She shook the thought away, again not about to hope for something that in these days, was very unlikely to happen anyway.&nbsp; Then her thoughts started to drift to the last day she had been with Jake.&nbsp; She didn't want to go there, but she had to deal with it at some point.&nbsp; Maybe it'd help her survive the trials to come?&nbsp; Doubtful but having a clear mind and heart would probably increase her personal odds if nothing else in this fucked up world.&nbsp; Sheesh, several days ago she'd have blushed crimson if someone so much as dropped the D word in her presence, now she was cursing like a sailor.<br><br>To distract her wandering mind, Katerina looked to her seat mate and offered a weak smile, still quite thankful for what she had done for her already despite the after effects that had come with.&nbsp; "So um, why did you decide to be a doctor anyway Natasha?&nbsp; In that outfit you look more like you're ready to rob a bank."&nbsp; She teased lightly, hoping to draw out some sort of positive reaction from the older woman.&nbsp; Katerina had been a social butterfly before all this had come about, she had had a close circle of friends, and in one day and night all that had changed because her brother had walked through a wall.&nbsp; Her own parents hadn't wanted him in the house, and her own friends had looked at Katerina when word got out that her brother was a mutant as if she was about to show something similar herself, or grow a third breast or something equally freakish.&nbsp; They had showed their true colors then, but again Katerina shook her head to clear those unhappy thoughts.&nbsp; She really needed to think about all that when they weren't being hunted like animals.&nbsp; So when Natasha asked her to sit between her legs and lean back, Katerina was happy for the distraction.&nbsp; "Whatever you say doc."&nbsp; Katerina replied, closing her eyes and getting comfortable as she folded her hands in her lap, her legs straight out as she did her best to get as comfortable as she could.&nbsp; "If you....want to ask me anything, you might not get an answer to some things but...you've done a lot already and I feel I owe you something in way of explanation, to...whatever comes to your mind Natasha.&nbsp; I need something to distract me anyway....too many recent bad memories."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 04:44:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee, Wreck, Teletrix, Natasha<br><br></span></span><hr><br>His call didn't get a response as he kept moving. He hoped the screeching superhero was okay, but with the size of the crowd he was taking care of. Jake kept moving, he didn't know what he was running for, just running. It was now that he randomly thanked god he ran track in high school. What if he was the only person around for twenty miles? It reminded him of one time when he was in boy scouts. Chiefly the reason he actually stopped going to the boy scouts. He had a problem with bullies up till the end of middle school, many of them though ,were in the boy scouts. They gave him a map marked with where he would get fire wood for their camp. Jake ended up getting lost for days. He was Lost, alone, afraid...fear..That was the most afraid he had been in his life, at least until now.<br><br>When he was captured, he was there with his friends, all getting the serum. Most of them died gruesome deaths before his very eyes. He couldn't even think about his parents fate. He wanted to become successful after going to school, and get a home and other things so his parents could live decently for once, rather than always wondering where the next meal would come from. He never even got to say good bye..not even a proper funeral....no..there was still hope..faint, but still.<br><br>He kept going until he came to the corner of Wilshire and Fairfax. He had to stop, catch his breath, crouching down a bit as he did. His stomach had a rumble that he could swear echoed in the seemingly deserted area. He felt his pockets over, aha, a Kit-Kat bar. sugary, but when you're that hungry, it was something, but then as he went to open it, he remembered, Chocolate doesn't like LA heat. It was a sticky goopy mess that he decided to put in a trash can. Odd, of all the things destroyed and rubble everywhere, a trashcan remained standing. Trying to lighten his weight, he took off the chest plate he picked out of the Trojans supply room, as well as dispelling the shadows about him. Despite his shadowy powers, he kept the steel sword though, never know when it could prove useful, as well as getting back to the point of not knowing the limits of your new-found powers yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:01:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha enjoyed Katerina's company as she ate in silence. Even though they weren't saying anything it still felt good to have at least one friendly person next to her. Kindness seemed to be rare in these post-apocalyptic times. From what Natasha recalled, the prison camp had been a cruel place. Even among the prisoners there were the strong that preyed on the weak. Seeing their death coming near, several gang members had joined forces and started raping women. If Natasha hadn't been dragged away by a soldier to the serum givers, then she might very well have ended up getting raped too. The soldiers either didn't notice or didn't care what the prisoners were doing to each other.<br><br><em>You'd think that in times of distress humans would at least band together and help one another, but no, nothing of the kind happened. It's just the same old all over again. Perhaps mankind deserves this apocalypse, there doesn't seem to be a lot of good left in the world. Then again, it's not like mutants are much better. The majority are okay, but it only takes a small group of extremists to frighten an entire planet. Nobody should be allowed to have such power, but now... Now I'm one of them as well. I at least get to choose how I use my powers, though,</em> Natasha thought.<br><br>When she glanced to her side, she noticed Katerina's weak smile. Natasha's lips curled up in a smile of her own, and she rubbed the teenager's thigh with a comforting gesture.<br><br>“So um, why did you decide to be a doctor anyway, Natasha? In that outfit you look more like you're ready to rob a bank,” Katerina asked.<br><br>The sudden question caught Natasha off guard, and she couldn't help but giggle, “I suppose it does, huh? I found this wonderful outfit in a survival store. According to its description it offers protection from various elements, including bullets, fire, and electricity. My wardrobe at the time consisted out of torn and tattered clothing, and I figured this suit would look nice on me, so I tried it on. It fit well and I decided to keep it. But to answer your question, why I decided to become a doctor...” <br><br>A sigh escaped from Natasha's lips, as she went on a trip down memory lane. It had been such a long time ago that she had made that decision.<br><br>“My parents escaped from the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic, probably better known to you as the USSR, in the late 1970ties, before I was even born. My father was an engineer who worked on propulsion systems for the Sputnik missiles, while my mother was a biologist who worked in a lab on experimental body-enhancing drugs. They never told me much about life in the old country, but over the years I learned enough that she was involved in a program that was supposed to be the Russian counterpart of Captain America. I never learned if she had succeeded or not, but they were always afraid that the KGB would find them, and kill them for the information they had given to the government.<br><br>“My interest in medicine came from my mother, after hearing about all the misery and poverty in the USSR. That was right about the fall of the Iron Curtain, and seeing the sickness and helplessness of my people on television tore my heart apart. It was at that moment that I decided that I wanted to become a doctor, so I could someday go there and help my people.<br><br>“Lately, however, the political situation has been too instable to go there. It simply isn't safe for people who look like Americans. I might speak fluent Russian, but my parents had taken an American surname so we'd better fit in with the population. My original surname was Yevtushenko. Additionally, the last three years I was also very busy with setting up my own practice in a suburb not far from Los Angeles. <br><br>“Even though I'm officially an American, I can't ignore my roots either and I feel that I'm as much Russian as that I'm American. I still intend to go to the old country someday, but with the way things are going now my chances have diminished quite a bit. I can only imagine how bad the situation must be over there.”<br><br>Natasha sighed, and said, “I'm sorry. I know you tried to cheer me up and then I turn it into such a heavy topic.”<br><br>She was lost in thought for another minute, when she pulled herself out of it, and suggested the skull massage.<br><br>“Whatever you say, Doc,” Katerina replied.<br><br>Natasha enjoyed the girl's weight against her chest, somehow it felt comforting to have somebody so close against her. She put Katerina's hair behind the girl's ears so it wouldn't be in the way, and rubbed her hands together for a moment to warm them up.<br><br>With a gentle touch, she caressed the teenager's temples with her fingertips. Natasha closed her eyes and slowly exhaled her breath, as images of Katerina's brain formed inside her mind. The electrodes were buzzing with activity; she saw blue and red energy light up and it was as if she was in the middle of an intense thunderstorm, with lightning flashes running from left to right, up and down. In her mind, she followed one of these flashes, until she encountered a red node, where the energy separated and split up to travel down various other paths. The red node felt wrong, as if the energy here was blocked and not flowing in the right direction.<br><br>Her fingertips massaged Katerina's temples, and when she touched the red node with her gift, it turned it into a blue node instead. Various other red nodes also lighted up, and Natasha focused on healing them one by one, until they all disappeared. She had no idea how much time had passed while she focused on her healing. It could have been minutes, but it could have also been hours.<br><br>After a while, however, all the red nodes were gone, and Natasha zoomed out, seeing only a beautiful blue image in her head of a properly functioning brain. Her lips curled into a smile when she located Katerina's pleasure center, and she wondered if it'd be a good idea to have some fun with the girl.<br><br><em>This could be a useful and fun experiment. I wonder what would happen if I used both my abilities at the same time and touched a node with a feeling of pleasure?</em> Natasha asked herself, contemplating whether or not she should take it any further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:34:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck, Natasha.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Katerina listened carefully to what Natasha had to say, filing away everything the older woman told her about herself.&nbsp; She didn't mind that the topic had turned heavy since it revealed much about the doctor beside her.&nbsp; She gently squeezed the hand that had fallen on her thigh and smiled softly, glad to have heard as much as she had at all in all honesty.&nbsp; "Hey, don't apologize.&nbsp; Whatever helps you to get through this mess, I say go for it Natasha.&nbsp; Just expect me to return the favor sometime is all since fair is fair after all."&nbsp; Katerina managed a weak smile in turn, glad to have the information she had to go on now that Natasha had opened up a bit more.&nbsp; It made sense that she'd want to go home to Russia and try to help the people there, she just seemed a kind hearted person overall in Katerina's opinion.&nbsp; Maybe Marcus wasn't the big brute she had made him out to be, but that was a whole other bag of worries for another time as she got comfortable against the good doctor and closed her eyes.<br><br>That same strange tingling sensation started behind her eyelids but just as before, Katerina didn't so much as move a muscle since the pain that had been beating like the hooves of a black horse running wild in her head were quieting down far quicker than it would have without the doctor's help.&nbsp; Katerina smiled softly since it felt good, although she wasn't aware that Natasha's empathy ability worked both ways, she could receive as well as send out emotions as she liked.&nbsp; If she had, she might not have been so eager to sit so calmly and relaxed as Natasha's fingers worked their magic into her skull and the soft tissue underneath.&nbsp; If Natasha still had her mind 'open' in a sense to Katerina's brain as she had when using her power as she sent her pleasure pulse into the younger woman's mind, she'd have seen those same blue nodes turn violet pink as pure bliss rocked Katerina's world upside down.&nbsp; It came on so suddenly, she didn't know where it began or what had even caused it since she had no idea it had been coming to begin with as she arched her back against Natasha and couldn't help but moan despite clamping her mouth shut as tight as she could, remembering Marcus's words from earlier.<br><br>Her mismatched eyes were as wide as saucers as her every nerve tingled in response to Natasha's underhanded trick.&nbsp; It definitely made her forget for a few seconds at least the emotional trauma and her physical aches from before as she panted quietly after slumping back against Natasha's body again, sweat beading on her forehead and elsewhere under her clothes, her nipples hard as rocks as she noticed a pooling warmth between her thighs.&nbsp; <em>Did I....just climax?&nbsp; What the fuck?!&nbsp; I think I even...squirted....Sheesh Louise where did that come from?!</em>&nbsp; She slowly came down off of that wonderful high that Natasha had given to her and managed to stand on shaky legs, surprise still etched on her face as she looked to Natasha, hoping she had an answer to what had just happened.&nbsp; "Please tell me that wasn't intentional because as much as I...might like you I'm not even sure I'm....into other women.&nbsp; Never been kissed, never even had a boyfriend....and why the Hell am I even telling you all this?&nbsp; We only just met and....just....gah."&nbsp; She couldn't even find the words to express the very jumbled thoughts going through her head as she looked away, rooted to the spot even though she wanted to run from Natasha, from everyone for that matter since she was sure she had their avid attention now, whether she wanted it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 21:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix<br><br></span></span><hr><br>A smile of surprise played on Natasha's face, and, while sending feelings of trust and security to Katerina, she asked, “Are you okay? Intentional...? What are you talking about? What just happened?”<br><br>After the girl stood up with some difficulty and faced her, she gave the teenager a studious look for a moment.<br><br>She drew her own conclusion, and said, “Never mind, I can see what happened... Honestly though, I would never violate your body in such an intimate manner as you seem to be suggesting. Doctor's are in a position of trust, and not allowed to engage with patients in an affair while they're treating them. All I did was take care of your headache. That at least is gone, isn't it?”<br><br>“I'm sorry that something else happened as well, that wasn't my intention. I think I only have limited control over my abilities, and I didn't know they could have such an... effect. This better not get known to the rest of the world though, or I'll have patients lining up for miles,” Natasha joked, while she gave Katerina a wink.<br><br>“Are you okay though? Can I get you anything?” she asked, with a more serious tone of voice, feeling concerned about the girl's well-being.<br><br><em>I guess that experiment went better than anticipated. I wonder if I can also give people pain in the same way. That might be useful to stun a guy if he'd try to rape me. I hope Katerina doesn't hold a grudge against me, though. I genuinely like her,</em> Natasha thought, while holding a neutral expression on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 21:43:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, near the museum.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid Knight<br><br></span></span><hr><br>It didn't take long for Banshee to find the escaping Jake.&nbsp; At the moment, only one person was running from the compound, and with Banshee's minor bird's eye view, he was easy to spot.&nbsp; He gained some ground on him easily enough, as only one of them was able to fly, which meant they'd be traveling at basic foot speed, far from ideal when running from a sizable group of mutants.&nbsp; <em>They have people fast enough</em> he thought, and swooped up to check for pursuers, but didn't see anyone making a real attempt to catch up, which confused him for a moment.&nbsp; He figured that anyone able to teleport, fly or just cover ground faster than most could run the fugitive down with little problem.&nbsp; He also knew that they didn't let go that easy, based on the squad that had been mobilized to stop him while still on the grounds.&nbsp; <em>They're scared.&nbsp; They saw one of their veterans go down and another possibly die.</em><br><br>He had to shake his head at his own use of the word "veteran."&nbsp; The man had acted as though he'd never fought another mutant.&nbsp; Maybe he hadn't, or maybe only brand new mutants that didn't know how to use their powers.&nbsp; He hadn't fought like a veteran.&nbsp; As Banshee, Sean had known a large number of teenagers that had really known how to fight, to master their powers, to work as a team.&nbsp; Cyclops had led a team larger than the one he just fought countless times, and always without complaint.&nbsp; He'd made up for experience with aggressive training and discipline, and once he had some field time, he'd been exactly the leader Charles had needed, even if he hadn't been the one Charles had wanted.<br><br>Sean remembered sitting in an office with Charles after his first mission with the "new X-Men," rescuing the previous team.<br><br><em>Charles was sitting at his desk, his elbows resting on the surface and his head in his hands.&nbsp; "He failed" was all he said, not looking up at Sean.<br><br>"He didn't fail, Charles.&nbsp; The job got done.&nbsp; He needed some extra help to get there, but it got done."&nbsp; He smiled reassuringly at Charles.<br><br>"His entire team got captured...everyone but him.&nbsp; He failed."&nbsp; A combination of irritation showed on Charles' face.<br><br>"Charles, as someone who has experienced real failure, Cyclops didn't fail.&nbsp; He ended up not losing a single person, and everything got done.&nbsp; Trust me, I know failure.&nbsp; I'm the one that got fired from INTERPOL, after all.&nbsp; You are being too hard on him, Charles.&nbsp; X-Man or not, he's still a kid, and he's got a lot on his plate.&nbsp; You can't expect him not to make mistakes."<br><br>Charles looked up, smiling sadly.&nbsp; "I'm not the one being this hard on him.&nbsp; He is.&nbsp; I'm just telling you what he's thinking about this.&nbsp; He's not taking it well, and you are right.&nbsp; He is young, and not as used to dealing with things.&nbsp; Being a leader is not easy."<br><br>Sean nodded, not sure what to say.&nbsp; He'd thought Charles stayed out of their minds unless in danger or training.&nbsp; "I'll talk to him, see if...I dunno.&nbsp; Maybe I can convince him that he's doing well, that you couldn't ask for more."<br><br>Charles' jaw clenched, and he let loose a sigh.&nbsp; "No, I couldn't.&nbsp; If there's one thing I've learned, it's that some things can't be asked for.&nbsp; Some have to happen on their own or not at all."</em><br><br>It had taken Sean damn almost half a decade to figure out what Charles had meant by that.&nbsp; He'd wanted Sean to lead the team, but didn't want to force it on him.&nbsp; Maybe it was for the best, anyways.&nbsp; Banshee had ceased to exist for years while his powers were gone, and Cyclops would have had to step in as leader again, only that time it would have been with the lack of confidence from having been replaced.&nbsp; Still, it had been a chance to spare a young man a lot of stress, and Sean hadn't even thought to do anything other than tell him to "keep it up."<br><br>He hadn't heard Jake call up to him, distracted by his search for pursuers and his daydream.&nbsp; He saw that Jake had stopped, and swooped down, landing next to him.&nbsp; "I didn't see anyone following us.&nbsp; There will be a hunt, but they aren't going to risk leaving themselves unprepared right away."&nbsp; <em>In other words, we're still fucked, just not immediately.</em><br><br>"So where are you headed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 21:58:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck, Natasha.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>If not for her confusion over what she had been feeling in the bathroom and very recently thanks to Natasha, or no thanks to Natasha, she wasn't sure on that yet either, Katerina could have very easily crushed her given her recent trauma at being nearly sexually assaulted on top of being physically beaten.&nbsp; Thankfully for the doctor however, that didn't come about and it most likely wouldn't unless she tried to press forward with anything Katerina wasn't ready for.&nbsp; After calming down a bit and after Natasha had drawn her own conclusions, which Katerina wasn't so sure she was as innocent as she made herself sound, she slowly sat down once more but kept her distance from the older woman all the same.&nbsp; "It's....ok I guess.&nbsp; It was as much of a surprise to me as well as you from what I can tell....I'm just, quite confused about it all as you can probably tell."&nbsp; She was practically radiating confusion as well as a bit of arousal, desire, and other less familiar feelings which were oddly enough directed at Natasha herself.&nbsp; Sheesh she really needed to get a hold of herself.&nbsp; She was probably married for all she knew, for all both of them knew since Natasha couldn't remember much of the last 48 hours from what she remembered hearing from the doctor herself.<br><br>She managed a weak smile at Natasha's joke and nodded, indeed feeling better, much better thanks to the massage, and whether or not the after effect had been intentional, she was truly grateful for what the older woman had done for her.&nbsp; "Yes it's...completely gone now, thank you.&nbsp; I....have to admit that was my....first climax....ever.&nbsp; An..anyway, I think I'm fine, thanks.&nbsp; Just uh....I'll be back."&nbsp; She just needed some air, some time to think that was all.&nbsp; She gave Natasha a smile to show she wasn't angry at her, and really she wasn't as she walked right by Marcus and wandered outside of the Museum, needing time to collect herself and her thoughts.&nbsp; She was going to need a new pair of damn underwear after that but otherwise she was ok.&nbsp; She sighed heavily and looked down at the sidewalk as she wandered slightly away from the main entrance before leaning her back against the wall of the Museum.&nbsp; She really needed time to think things through and if Marcus so much as touched her shoulder, it was very unlikely she'd leave it attached to his body if she found the means to take it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 00:10:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“I'm sorry, Katerina. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm glad to hear your headache is over, and I... I wasn't aware it was your first time...” Natasha blushed.<br><br>“If you want you to talk to me later on, or if you just want more information about how your body works, then please don't hesitate to look me up. I'll stick around for at least tonight. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, though,” Natasha said, while she did her best to give Katerina a reassuring smile.<br><br><em>I'm surprised that such a gorgeous babe never had an orgasm before,</em> Natasha thought, while a pang of guilt hit her.<br><br><em>If I had known that it was her first time, then I'd have done my best to make it something special for her, and really give her the love and care she deserves.</em><br><br>As Katerina walked away to get some air, Natasha thought, <em>Maybe it'd be better if I don't carry out experiments like this again. With great power, comes great responsibility... Those words sounded never truer before than they do now. I really hope I didn't scare her off. I like her.</em><br><br>A feeling of sadness overtook Natasha's emotions as the guilt hit her. She had made a friend less than an hour ago, and already she was well on her way to driving her off. <br><br><em>Friends are very valuable in this day and age. With the world falling apart around us, I could use a friend now more than ever before. That was really stupid of me,</em> Natasha thought, while shaking her head.<br><br>She got up and walked around their small settlement. To keep her mind distracted, she checked up on the other refugees and tended to their needs. It was only after giving her third patient a healing touch, that she noticed that her energy management was already a lot better. Granted, she had only been healing minor ailments, but the massage she had given Katerina had hardly cost her any energy either. <br><br>When she had massaged her own temples, it had left her feeling weak afterward, but by concentrating on just the trouble spots, she managed to conserve a lot of energy. She also noticed that it took her less effort to find out what was wrong with a person.<br><br>Taking a Twix from the bag of snacks that somebody had left behind, she went to find a quiet place in the building, hoping to find some place comfortable to spend the night. As she chewed on the chocolate and caramel covered biscuit, she considered once more how stupid her action had really been. The knowledge and experience her experiment had granted her were invaluable, but maybe the cost had been too high? <br><br>Natasha simply didn't know.<br><br><em>I'll have to find some way to make it up to Katerina. She deserves better than this,</em> Natasha sighed in silent thought, while her thoughts were running through her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 00:53:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee, Wreck, Teletrix, Natasha<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"Well, it was away, until I could think of a better direction..as childish as it may sound, I'm hungry as hell." He got a good look at Sean, seeing the siald attached to his arms, he openly ask, "You're Banshee, right? aren't you a member or maybe used to be..i dunno..the X-Men?" His superhero fanboyism was showing, a rather innocent moment in these dark times. "Either way, id kill for a burger right now.."<br><br>His Attention though was caught by a woman leaning on the wall near by. "look there.." he said quietly to Banshee. Jake starts to walk towards her hands empty as he calls out to her, in this moment he also catches sight of a man. "Are you guys okay?" He said, not knowing how many other people might be nearby. Despite how fucked up everyone seemed, she looked pretty nice, and he pretty tough. Jake could only hope they were on the right side. "I'm Jake came from the east over at USC, escaped"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 16:29:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck (Only know to Villains)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Closed<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus felt Mid-Knight’s footsteps before the young man entered the street near the museum.&nbsp; It wasn’t easy for a man Marcus’s size to stay hidden, but he had a broken wall to duck behind and it was out of the line of the sun so it the shadows were deep and dark.&nbsp; He turned and caught Margie's eyes.&nbsp; Marcus put a finger up to his lips to indicate he should be quiet and motioned her forward.&nbsp; By the time he had turned back to watching the young man who was carrying a large black sword another man dropped out of the sky near him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Good god.&nbsp; I recognize him.&nbsp; That’s Banshee.” Margie whispered.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus didn’t know all of the X-Men but like pretty much everyone he knew of the group of mutant heroes.&nbsp; He turned for just a moment to get more information from Margie which was just enough time for Katerina to slip out another opening in the building.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Shit.” Marcus hissed under his breath.&nbsp; It was a testament to the stress he felt that he swore.&nbsp; “She is going to get us all killed.” He said.&nbsp; Apocalypse’s forces were mutants too.&nbsp; While the man outside wore an obvious x-men uniform, the young man he was with did not and that sword didn’t look like friendly intentions. ‘I liked her better when she was unconscious.’ He thought angrily.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Let the others know we have company.&nbsp; You should be safe with him."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Wait, what do you mean?" Margie asked fearing she already knew the answer.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I may be young, but I know what I did.&nbsp; I'm a war criminal."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"No you are not.&nbsp; I don't know what happened to you or why you were doing what you are doing, but you are not a bad person."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus couldn't help but smile a little she reminded him of his mom.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; But they are not likely to agree.&nbsp; I will turn myself in another time when this is all done, but if I am going to make up for the things I have done I have to go."&nbsp; This was as much for himself as anything and Margie seemed to sense that he wasn't going to be moved from his stance.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Good Luck. Hopefully we will meet again..." She realized she didn't even know the young man's name.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Marcus." He answered her unasked question and moved away from the entrance and down the hall to the back of the museum.&nbsp; He had seen the door earlier when he was looking for supplies.&nbsp; With a shove and a protest of metal the door opened to a back alley.&nbsp; Now that the others were in better hands Marcus had personal business to attend too.<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 20:47:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha, Mid-Knight, and Banshee.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br><em>"Hey Kat?"&nbsp; Her brother perked up on their first day on the road to New York, having been silent since leaving the house until about a few hours on their journey halfway across the country.&nbsp; "Do you....think I'm a freak?"&nbsp; He asked and Katerina looked to him in a bit of shock but understanding filled her mismatched eyes as she hugged him in the back of the trailer they had been able to hitch a ride in.<br><br>"No...you are still you Jake.&nbsp; You just have a little something extra is all."&nbsp; Katerina had replied, meaning her kind and soft words since she didn't see him any differently than before as they broke away, a ghost of a smile decorating her brother's face.&nbsp; "Sure you can walk through walls but so what?&nbsp; I read one of the X-Men can do that, some young girl called Kitty something or other.&nbsp; You'll get along fine with her I bet.&nbsp; Besides, you're a handsome guy, you'll be beating the ladies off with a stick before you know it."&nbsp; Jake's smile grew wider as his hazel brown eyes lit up and he ran a hand through his short blonde hair in mild embarrassment.<br><br>"You always knew how to cheer me up sis.&nbsp; It's just....what our mom said...."&nbsp; He didn't have to say more since she felt the same way.&nbsp; What their mother had said had been utterly devastating and not to mention horrifying at the same time.&nbsp; He sighed and looked away, their hands barely touching but it was enough to keep him anchored and not passing through the floor of the trailer home and onto the street going 80 MPH in an uncontrolled fall.&nbsp; She doubted and he agreed that they wanted to find out if he'd survive that anytime soon so she always kept at least their hands together if nothing else just to be on the safe side, especially traveling down the road like they were now.<br><br>"We'll get through this Jake.&nbsp; Maybe...someday our mom and dad will come around but....for now just focus on the future, alright?&nbsp; We'll get you to New York, hopefully enrolled in Xavier's school and I'll get a job or something down there for a while, get settled in and see what happens from there.&nbsp; I promise, we will get through this."</em><br><br>"I failed you....Jake."&nbsp; Katerina whispered to herself, feeling the guilt at losing him long before they ever made it to New York.&nbsp; She felt like she had failed him, had failed to keep her promise to see him through his most difficult time in his life.&nbsp; That was the whole of her problem and why she was so volatile to everyone, Marcus especially, although almost being raped hadn't helped matters, nor being beaten almost to death.&nbsp; Still, she was about to let tears fall down her face until she heard someone call out and she jerked her head up, seeing two men approaching her position.&nbsp; "Shit!"&nbsp; She about scrambled back into the Museum but stopped cold when she was one person she recognized from her readings about the fabled and world famous X-Men.&nbsp; "Holy shit....is that...Banshee?!"<br><br>Mid-Knight as she'd come to call him wasn't the only one that was having a fan based moment since Katerina wasn't immune to bouts of fangirl moments.&nbsp; She blushed crimson and did her best to suppress her glee at meeting one of the famous X-Men in person.&nbsp; She didn't even notice Marcus had left to points unknown as she hesitated, not so sure about the young man especially after he introduced himself as Jake.&nbsp; Her eyes opened wide for a whole other reason as she took a step back, her heart constricting quite a bit before she managed to get a hold of herself.<br><br>"Katerina De Leon, from Elizabethtown, Kentucky."&nbsp; She replied, sounding a little more calm than she actually felt.&nbsp; "Why don't you put take it nice and easy come over here.&nbsp; I don't want to ask twice."&nbsp; She said as a piece of rubble the size of her fist started to hover before her, indicating exactly what she was capable of before putting it down with a visible wince as her head throbbed for a moment.&nbsp; She hoped the two didn't notice that she was still learning how to control and maintain her telekinetic abilities but that would be all too obvious soon enough anyway most likely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 22:40:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, near the museum.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid Knight<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Sean nodded as the kid explained his rationale for running where he did.&nbsp; <em>Fair enough</em> his face seemed to say.&nbsp; He didn't see what hunger had to do with a museum, but didn't want to rag on him.&nbsp; It hadn't been an easy day, and that man back at USC was probably his first kill.&nbsp; Sean's first kill had been at INTERPOL, over twenty years ago.<br><br>He saw the boy take a longer look at the green and yellow uniform Sean was wearing, and noticed the recognition in his eyes.&nbsp; "Yup" he said.&nbsp; "Used to be."&nbsp; That happened to be the end of that conversation, though, as he had once again transitioned to food.&nbsp; Fortunately, food was plenty available.&nbsp; Restaurants and stores still stood, and were quite stocked, most people having been too afraid to do a last minute stock on food, or had been captured in the process.&nbsp; The judges, as Sean had started calling them, had probably cleaned some out, but thus far Sean hadn't had much trouble finding things to eat.<br><br>He was trying to figure out where the closest stores of food might be and whether or not they could get away with a raid on it with he heard the boy's voice again, drawing his attention toward a woman leaning against a wall, and Sean saw that he had already started walking over to her.&nbsp; <em>Looks like there is something that can make him forget about food</em> he thought.&nbsp; He didn't like that he was instantly advertising his situation, especially knowing that the judges probably had spies scattered around the city.&nbsp; Seeing that the woman wasn't alone, and that a larger man that seemed to exude an aura of confidence was nearby, Sean hastily took a couple of steps forward toward them, ready to cover this kid's ass for the second time today.&nbsp; He brought his hands up in an exaggerated, non-threatening gesture, but it was more so that his sails were out, ready to catch air should Sean have to leave the ground.&nbsp; Unlike his companion, though, sean didn't say a word.<br><br>It was Katerina's step back that removed some of Banshee's concern.&nbsp; She was scared.&nbsp; She was also looking at him with recognition.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Sean still didn't know whether she was a refugee afraid of potential capture or an ambush realizing she'd bit off more than she could chew.&nbsp; As the floating rubble indicated, she was a mutant.&nbsp; He wasn't sure whether she dropped the rock as a gesture of goodwill or because she couldn't control it with passive concentration.&nbsp; <em>Always too many variables.</em>&nbsp; He kept standing where he was.&nbsp; "Not looking to walk into a trap."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 13:03:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara Judy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Rose Garden<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Open<br><br></span></span><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She could overhear the two young ladies as they made their way into the science center - bringing forth their newest test subjects. Pestilence's back was towards the door and she was reviewing a document a nearby scientist had handed her with trembling hands - he was still just human... but too valuable to kill... Yet. However, if the results on the document weren't to her liking, his worth just might suffer enough for her to add him to the collection her young apprentices were rounding up.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt and Harm were the absolute perfect pair of super-humans for Pestilence's primary task - which was finding new test subjects for modified versions of the Judgement Serum. Their powers were truly fitting for the assignment - even though their maturity level had quite a ways to go. She just grumbled near-silently to herself as she heard their young and higher-pitched voices rant on about something that sounded like it was from High School Musical. It irritated her because it was stupid, and pointless... but then all young adults thought that way. It reminded her of herself at that age - how completely foolish and superficial. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pestilence was nearly a century old now - though her gifted-youth, courtesy of Apocalypse, would make that impossible to guess. She had a wealth of experience, and she had grown so much over the years - she was several decades beyond Hurt and Harms understanding, but she understood them. She knew they were a liability to some extent. Currently their value made it worth the risk - so long as "he" didn't come back looking for them. Pestilence was wise beyond her years and she could tell from the way Haley and Harmony hinged on their twisted sense of "family" that they would never be able to bring Marcus down if they encountered him in the field. Still, she played her part, her voice picking up a wonderfully pleasant tone,<strong> "Ahh, my darling daughters. What exquisite gift have you brought your dearest mother today?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara only looked about ten years older than them, but they hadn't really seemed to notice. Ever since they had adapted to the Judgement Serum, they had seemed to take on a deluded perception of the world - so the age of their so called "mother" was a trivial thing at best. At that moment, the Lady Plague turned about to face the two young understudies, her mouth curved up in a pleasant smile. <strong>"Shall we welcome him into the family?"</strong> she said, her mind excited about the outcome of her latest concoction. She reached over to another scientist that had just entered the room and grasped the syringe filled with glowing aqua-blue liquid that he had been holding. <strong>"I hope he survives as well, he is rather handsome."</strong> she added, playing on with their earlier side-comments.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 16:43:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“Ugh, doesn't look like it'll be very comfortable to sleep here tonight. I suppose it makes sense that they don't have any beds in a museum, but there doesn't appear to be anything soft to lie on either,” Natasha muttered.<br><br>She had expected to find at least some kind of protective packing material that would be soft and keep her warm at night, but she couldn't even find that much.<br><br>Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Natasha sensed a disturbance nearby. Fear, anxiety, excitement, and even relief were in the air. <br><br>She felt a particularly strong pulse coming from Katerina, and Natasha thought, <em>I wonder what's going on over there. I better check it out.</em><br><br>Not taking any chances, she chambered a bullet in her gun's magazine. She stalked with the grace of a black panther to the area where she sensed the emotions coming from, avoiding the other refugees, and thus not learning from Margie that it was in fact one of the X men who was out there.<br><br>Natasha gulped, wondering if what she was doing was such a smart move. She was okay with a gun, but if it was any of Apocalypse men, then she'd be in trouble. She suspected them to be far better with guns, and they'd likely carry automatic rifles no less. All she had was a puny nine mm handgun. If it turned out to be a martial arts fight that she'd end up in, then she had an edge against ordinary humans due to her fighting experience, but any mutant with an enhanced sense would likely be too hard for her to defeat. Still, desperate times asked for desperate measures. <br><br>As Natasha got closer to the source of the new emotions, she took a moment to close her eyes, and focus on what she was feeling around her.<br><br><em>It seems like there are two new men at the scene. Hmm... That's odd. Marcus' emotions are becoming weaker, he's... running away? My God, I hope that him abandoning us doesn't mean that we're up against two super mutants of Apocalypse! If they can scare a big guy like him, then they must be impressive. Nice leadership of him, running away and leaving the rest of us behind as bait,</em> Natasha thought, with a sour inner voice.<br><br>She tried to formulate a plan in her mind. The newcomers had spotted Katerina, and Natasha knew that the girl had seen them too, but from what Natasha could sense, the teenager wasn't feeling extremely threatened. That was not to say that she appeared to feel safe either, but from what Natasha had an inkling that the new guys seemed to be neutral towards them.<br><br><em>They're definitely not Apocalypse's forces, I know for sure that they'd have caused a very strong reaction in Katerina.</em><br><br>Natasha felt a bit relieved at that conclusion. Although she still had her gun drawn, she aimed it to the ground, hoping that she wouldn't get shot on sight if they did happen to spot her. Step by step, Natasha stalked closer to the exit.<br><br>With her back pressed against the wall and out of sight of the newcomers, Natasha asked, “H-hello...? Katerina, are you okay? Do you need assistance?”<br><br>To any outsider it was probably obvious that Natasha never had any tactical training. No trained soldier would ever give away his position that easily, but Natasha felt concerned about Katerina's well-being. She had only just met the girl, and she didn't want to see her suffer from the hands of two strangers. If it meant putting a bullet in their heads to protect her, then so be it. She'd be violating the ethical code of 'Do no harm', but Natasha felt like she owed Katerina one, especially after the way she had treated the teenager. Offering her some of the feeble protection she could give, would be the least Natasha could do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 21:56:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee, Teletrix, Natasha, open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>It was almost a relief to his ears that he heard some normal sounding people. Even despite the Telekineticly raised&nbsp; chunk of rubble, which was soon put down, he approaches, bare hands still out in the open. "Katerina? everything okay?..erm..well all things considered that is." He says as he looks around to the rubbled chaos around them, then back to Banshee before another voice caught his attention, looking in the general direction of the voice, returning gaze quickly to Banshee, giving a look as if to say "There's others here". <br><br>"There's others here? Please do not worry, we don't mean any -" A loud growl came from his stomach, which everyone nearby could likely hear. Despite the attractive woman, possibly women based on the voice behind the wall, his hunger commanded the attention of the moment. "...I don't suppose that you guys might have some food we can share from?"<br><br>He was now standing before Katerina. He looked her over a few moments before his green eyes met hers, and extending his hand "Sorry if we startled you, I suppose this is where you guys have been holding out? He says as he indicated the museum. He was concerned, but at the same time comforted by knowing that there were people that in all reality, as scared as he was. Sure likely about different things, but all stem from the same cause. The one that those soldiers were calling "Apocalypse".<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 07:27:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;S. La Peer Dr.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Closed<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus crouched at a precipice. Hot Santa Anna winds blew in from the east carrying with it the dry air of the desert and smell of ash and destruction.&nbsp; Here the Earth had heaved and gasped a dying breath.&nbsp; La Peer Drive had sunken like the chest of a corpse into the surrounding landscape. Marcus could see the subsurface of Swall and Almont Drives jutting over the walls of the new valley like ribs taunt against necrotic flesh.&nbsp; &nbsp;The valley of ruin that was S. La Peer Dr. lay stretched out below him. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Grimly Marcus looked at the street below, at the distant pile of rubble where his home used to be.&nbsp; He had been sure it would still be there.&nbsp; It had to be there. Marcus had circled the La Peer valley twice hoping he was mistaken, but the sinking feeling in his chest had told him what his heart already knew.&nbsp; Home was gone.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A shiver shook the street beneath him, strong enough that anyone in the area would feel it.&nbsp; The ground was still shifting and active here.&nbsp; The valley below was dangerously unstable and he knew he did not have a lot of time to do what needed to be done.&nbsp; Marcus stood slowly, gazing across the valley below him and with little thought he cast himself out high over the cliff and watched the ground come rushing towards him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 07:38:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Harmony.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt and Harm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Rose Garden<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony walked towards the statuesque features of their new mother.&nbsp; She was so very different than their old mother.&nbsp; Their biological mother had just entered her forties.&nbsp; Her hair was blonde and the woman had smiled a lot, maybe too much. Their brother took after her, though the girls shared their mom’s height. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A feeling passed between the two young women. Something tugged at them, deep down, like a hidden reed on a swimmers foot.&nbsp; But the sight of their new mother’s face as she turned to greet them snapped the clutching vine of grief and the fleeting moment was gone.&nbsp; They positively beamed at the beautiful blue haired woman before them.&nbsp; It was hard to be sentimental when they stood in her presence.&nbsp; They knew that Pestilence wasn’t their bio-mom, but she had in a way given birth to the Hurt and Harm that stood before her.&nbsp; It wasn’t without its pain, but what birth was?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “We’re glad you like them.”&nbsp; They answered together. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They may not have been identical twins, but they were closer than any that they knew, now more so than ever.&nbsp; They wanted to tell her all about how they had lured the soldiers in with the old co-ed in distress routine and how much fun it had been to disarm and capture them, but they knew their new mother wouldn’t want to hear of it now.&nbsp; She was busy after all growing their new “family.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh yes, lets.” Harm nodded her head.&nbsp; It wasn’t often they got to watch their mother pass Judgment on new recruits.&nbsp; Judgment was often traumatic, so much so for the girls that they barely remembered their own trial, even when they tried. They did know that it hurt though…a lot. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt acknowledged her mother’s observation of the young soldier with a smile and nod of her own.&nbsp; Behind her back she crossed her fingers as the young soldier began to struggle against his captors.&nbsp; Hurt bit her lip in worry and stepped forward. “Please don’t.&nbsp; I know this is going to hurt, but really it is for the best, you’ll see.” She said trying to calm the cute soldier boy.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “You’re fucking nuts!” He yelled, recoiling away from her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt’s soothing smile turned to a pretty little pout that tugged at her ruby lips just so.&nbsp; Her eyes filled with sympathy for him.&nbsp; “It’ll be okay.&nbsp; I promise...Well, if you live.” She reached up as of to put a hand on his arm like a friend would to comfort a friend. Just before her finger grazed his skin electricity arced between the tip of her finger and the young soldiers flesh.&nbsp; The smell of ozone filled the air and a flash of brilliant blue light lit the room with a loud pop.&nbsp; The soldier and the two guards holding him flopped to the floor stunned into helplessness.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I didn’t want him to struggle.&nbsp; This way he won’t fight it anymore.”&nbsp; She offered as an explanation and looked down.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“He’ll stop twitching in a moment.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:10:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha, Mid-Knight, and Banshee.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Katerina nodded to Sean's words since she wasn't looking to walk into a trap herself although she knew who Banshee was from her research at least so she knew that he at least was ok.&nbsp; Jake was....she didn't know for sure yet but if he was with Banshee, then he must be alright, but that didn't mean that she liked the fact he was named after her dead brother....although the two looked nothing alike.&nbsp; She was about to say something until she heard Natasha calling out for her.&nbsp; "I'm...ok.&nbsp; They're ok as far as I can figure."&nbsp; She called over her shoulder, glad for the support that the doctor brought even if she was still somewhat confused over what had happened earlier.&nbsp; She gave Natasha a brief smile in her general direction although the wall between them prevented the doctor from seeing it, hoping that her more calm demeanor concerning the good doctor was able to be picked up by the woman herself since it showed she hadn't ruined any budding friendship between them.&nbsp; That much Katerina had been able to work towards in the short amount of time they had been apart.&nbsp; She wasn't aware that Marcus had wandered off though, but if she had, Katerina had been quite happy about it given what he had represented and all, at least as far as the young telekinetic was concerned.<br><br>Jake's question brought her back to the situation before them and Katerina's brief bout of happiness disappeared since Jake sounded so much like her own brother when it came to food.&nbsp; "We have....some snacks and candy bars but that's it as far as I know.&nbsp; We've been too...nervous to go exploring given how things are going at the present time.&nbsp; I take it you survived the serum as well, Jake.&nbsp; Whether or not we were lucky....is yet to be seen."&nbsp; Katerina managed to say as she looked away, torn between feeling angry and torn by her depression over everything she had recently endured....what they all had endured really.&nbsp; "Why are you here anyway Banshee?&nbsp; I thought you'd have been at the school with the rest of your allies?&nbsp; Where are they, the rest of the X-men?&nbsp; Why haven't they done anything?&nbsp; Where are SHIELD and the rest of the organizations that are supposed to stop things like this from happening?!&nbsp; Why is this even happening to us to begin with?!"&nbsp; It was apparent that she was starting to lose it again as her mismatched eyes flashed between Jake and Sean's faces as her hair started to float about her shoulders again.&nbsp; If left unchecked it was quite possible she'd flatten anyone in front of her unless she was given a bit of a shock to her system in a sense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 07:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;S. La Peer Dr.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Closed<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Asphalt shattered under the impact of Marcus’s feet.&nbsp; His legs crouched to cushion the shock of his impact and his arms were held slightly to the side to balance himself.&nbsp; He straightened and stepped from the small crater he had created onto the twisted remains of what was left of the roadway.&nbsp; The asphalt was rolled and torn in ragged wounds.&nbsp; The fiery sunset cast a bloody hue on the sticky pools of clay that oozed from the wounded roadways. Hills of jagged and splintered wood lined the street all around him.&nbsp; Downed light posts jutted from the piles at odd angles like fractured bones of some giant beast and the wild faces of crushed vehicles stared from the caverns of crumbled garages.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Nothing moved here other than the shifting of the land.&nbsp; There were no sounds of children at play.&nbsp; No dogs barking in the yard. No parents calling their kids in for dinner. The hot winds of the lands above did not reach this place.&nbsp; Here the heat had settled into an oppressive weight that sapped strength and ate at the soul.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; This was a graveyard, unhallowed and unholy, no place for the living.&nbsp; The tortured moans of the land warned all living things they were unwanted here and here grim Marcus strode into the halls of the underworld and not even Death could stop him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 10:13:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Natasha holstered her weapon after she heard that Katerina was okay. Although she stayed in hiding, she listened with an attentive ear to Katerina's little tantrum. It gave her a lot more information about what was going on than anything else she had heard so far. Even Katerina's earlier explanation about Apocalypse wasn't this informative.<br><br><em>So, one of the illustrious X men is here huh? I wonder what he's doing so far out. I thought their home base was New York City. I wonder what that 'SHIELD' is that she's talking about though. Maybe it's secret organization? Maybe there is also an organization called 'SWORD' or 'ARMOR'. Hey, if they'd all combine we'd have the organization called 'KNIGHT'! And they could wear this black armor of a knight, and...</em> Natasha used this moment to make herself known, she knew she was taking a risk, but Katerina seemed to trust at least one of the two men.<br><br>One of the men looked like a hungry teenager, while the other one wore a uniform. She didn't know what to make of the teenager, and instead fixed her gaze on the X man. The middle-aged man's seasoned features gave him a distinctive, handsome look. He seemed to be in charge, and Natasha thought that he carried an air of authority around him. In this destroyed world of theirs it was a welcome sight, and gave her some confidence.<br><br>“Why hello there, Handsome. Did you come to save us poor women from certain doom?” Natasha asked, with a playful tone in her voice as she eyed Banshee.<br><br><em>A little flirting doesn't hurt anybody. If somebody could lead this bunch of survivors, then it's one of the X men. Especially a seasoned veteran like him,</em> Natasha thought, while she walked closer to have a better look at the two new arrivals.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 02:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, near the museum.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina, Natasha, Jake <br><br></span></span><hr><br>They had been at a bit of a standstill, Sean, the kid, and the girl who could float rocks.&nbsp; Jake seemed to be of the same mind, as he was focused on reassuring Katerina.&nbsp; <em>You really feel safe, or are ya thinking with your dick?</em>&nbsp; Still, his dick might have been right.&nbsp; She...Katerina, seemed fairly non-threatening, and Sean had been hoping that things were moving past the standoff that this introduction had been mainly limited to.&nbsp; She seemed to show concern for the situation, and everything about her screamed fear, but she was undeniably a mutant, and since all the enemy mutants he'd encountered lately had been in groups, he felt fairly confident she was not with them.<br><br>The voice from somewhere off to the back seemed to catch everyone by surprise.&nbsp; This one, too, seemed less than confident, making Sean wonder if she, like Katerina, was another new mutant.&nbsp; <em>Was there a group of new mutants here?</em>&nbsp; Sean had headed to LA hoping to find a team, but that there been another school he hadn't known about?&nbsp; If so, maybe there was hope.&nbsp; Jake's hopes seemed more straightforward, and this time Sean had to agree.&nbsp; His rations were pretty limited, mainly energy bars and other easily-stashed, dense foodstuffs, and soon it would soon be a lot harder to come by.&nbsp; <br><br>From there the conversation started bringing in more answers and questions.&nbsp; It seemed Katerina, like Jake, had undergone the injection, and it seemed a safe bet that the hidden woman had as well.&nbsp; <em>How are so many of them getting away?</em> he wondered, but Katerina had questions of her own.&nbsp; He let out a long sigh before answering, the kind that heralded bad news.&nbsp; "The school is gone.&nbsp; I saw the ruins myself.&nbsp; I'm sure some other X-Men survived, but as far as I know the team is no more.&nbsp; New York is under their control as well.&nbsp; I came here hoping that this side of the country hadn't been hit yet, maybe stop the push from this side, but it looks like I've been beaten to it.&nbsp; I imagine most of the midwest is safe, but major cities seem taken care of.&nbsp; My guess is that everyone was just caught off guard.&nbsp; The good news is that there are some decent teams overseas, specifically Japan and Great Britain.&nbsp; If all goes well we'll get help from one of them, but we can't afford to wait for it."<br><br>It was at about that point that the one in hiding came out.&nbsp; She seemed older, though likely no more familiar with her powers than the first.&nbsp; "Doom is still pretty damn likely."&nbsp; He smiled weakly, wishing he could say something more uplifting.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 07:34:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee, Teletrix, Natasha, open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"...How did you guys escape?" Jake said. This was the question burning in Jakes mind, seeming to be onthe same wavelength as Banshee in that regard, even over the growing hunger. Jake's escape was narrow at best, maybe there was another large group escape that he missed? He kept pondering and thinking, listening to her response as his stomach gave another loud grumble.<br><br>Jake would comment next on Banshee's Doom remark. "It may not be likely yet. If weve all escaped here, there has to be others elsewhere that escaped. Out of them, some who may even be willing to fight. I Know my way very well around a blade..and i guess my..powers? yea powers I guess.. I can compliment my kill with my powers. I'm willing to give my blade to fight. You are an X-man though Banshee, what should we do next? you probably know best ...after getting some food.."<br><br>He reproduces the large sword-lance from before, making sure there was good distance between him and anyone, before demonstrating his prowess with the blade. It looked like a physical shadow, that had a mild purplish glow on the edge of the blade and on parts of it. A shadow whisped off the blade, almost like an aura on it
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 21:01:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha, Mid-Knight, and Banshee.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>If not for Natasha's timely intervention, Banshee and Mid-Knight would have ended up flattened as Katerina somehow managed to divert her attention elsewhere and let go of the telekinetic pulse she had been building towards in her grief and rage at everything that had happened.&nbsp; Her hair fell back along her shoulders about the same time that she was able to let go of the pulse that was ready to burst forth, avoiding the headache that would have crippled her all over again most likely.&nbsp; She took a steadying breath and came to the realization that Banshee wasn't at fault since it seemed he had suffered quite a bit as well if the School was gone.&nbsp; "I'm...sorry.&nbsp; Losing your friends like that....I didn't know that New York was gone as well.&nbsp; Whoever this guy is, he hit everywhere at once then as you seem to suggest, that would make sense as to why no help has been coming.&nbsp; So we're...on our own then?"<br><br>She asked, knowing the answer already and Banshee confirmed it anyway.&nbsp; Jake seemed to have a good idea of what to do but how could they possibly hope to fight back against these kinds of odds?&nbsp; "We might be able to fight sure...but without any sure way of knowing we're making a difference what will be the point?&nbsp; We're just a bunch of kids compared to the former organizations that have already fallen Jake.&nbsp; The X-Men fell, SHIELD is likely gone, and every other group that could have held off have probably fallen as well.&nbsp; So what hope do we even have?"&nbsp; She asked, not going into hysterics just yet but her own stomach growled and she felt her cheeks burn crimson.&nbsp; It seemed those candy bars and potato chips hadn't done enough.&nbsp; "Let's...go inside then.&nbsp; We aren't doing anything here besides making ourselves a target."&nbsp; Katerina managed to say as she walked away, feeling ready to have a nervous breakdown again since it seemed even Banshee wasn't holding out hope for the future.&nbsp; She completely ignored the sword display, finding it all rather stupid that the idiot among them was the only one that was holding out any hope for the future.&nbsp; Stupid unrealistic ass.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 10:09:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“...How did you guys escape?” Jake asked.<br><br>“I'm not sure about the rest of the group,” Natasha started, “I only joined up with them until after they had already escaped. I'm not even sure how I got away myself. My memory is... fuzzy at best.”<br><br>She walked to Katerina after she felt the girl relax, and patted her back with a comforting gesture, as she said with a soft voice, “We all had our losses, Katerina, some more than others, but for none of us the world will ever be the same again.”<br><br>“We might be able to fight sure... but without any sure way of knowing we're making a difference what will be the point?” Katerina asked. “We're just a bunch of kids compared to the former organizations that have already fallen, Jake. The X-Men fell, SHIELD is likely gone, and every other group that could have held off has probably fallen as well, so what hope do we even have?”<br><br>Natasha sighed, and said, “I don't know what we can do either, but we can't let them get away with this.”<br><br>She was silent for a moment, staring at the ground, until a thought occurred to her.<br><br>Looking at the others, she said, “Maybe we can form some kind of a resistance group of our own, and see if we can liberate more people and at least frustrate their plans. I'm not sure how much of a difference we'll be able to make, but there are four of us here with mutant powers, and I damn well aren't going to let them get away with what they did to us.<br><br>“We could go back into the city, find a defensible base, hide the ones without special powers there, and make sure we frustrate their efforts as much as possible to capture more humans. I'm sure we'll encounter others with special powers, and with every soul that joins us, we'll be able to achieve more and more successes. We might even be able to clear them out of the city altogether, but it's going to take time to do so.”<br><br>With strong conviction in Natasha's voice, she said, “All resistance starts small, we may not survive, but united we stand strong. As a doctor I've sworn to safe lives, and I for one intent to continue with that mission. The only alternative we have is a life of being on the run, but I'm sure you all realize that sooner or later there will be nowhere left to hide, and the moment that we could have made a difference will be long gone. The sooner we take the fight to them, the faster we can try to get something going to stop them.”<br><br>Looking the other three in the eye, she hoped to spark their will to fight, and to take the battle to Apocalypse.<br><br>“Let's... go inside then,” Katerina said, “We're aren't doing anything here besides making ourselves a target.”<br><br>“Yes, I agree,” Natasha replied, following Katerina inside the building.<br><br>Once inside she picked up an overturned table, and gathered some of the strewn around papers. One side of them was printed with some kind of a business proposal, but the other side was blank. Grabbing a half-broken pen, she started to draw a map of the city landscape she had seen so far.<br><br>“Maybe Banshee and Jake can add more details to this map. We need to identify a place to stay,” Natasha mumbled, more to herself than to anybody in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 21:45:40</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck (Only know to Villains)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;What is left of Marcus's home.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Open<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus found her under the rumble of his childhood home.&nbsp; Her cornflower blonde hair was muddied by dirt and ash. There were dark streaks staining her face as if she had been crying, the same darks streaks shared by the son that knelt beside her.&nbsp; There was no describing the grief.&nbsp; Words could not express the depth of the wound he felt looking down at the face that had been there all his life: to comfort him, encourage him, make him feel safe. Death should have been peaceful and a long time in coming, but she had died alone and in pain, it wasn’t right.&nbsp; It wasn’t fair.&nbsp; She deserved better.&nbsp; Her life wasn’t supposed to be over.&nbsp; Not now.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no sign of his father.&nbsp; He would have been at work when this happened.&nbsp; Sarah Marie Magnusson had been home, likely waiting for the police to call with news of her missing son and daughters.&nbsp; She would have been hoping and praying for their safe return.&nbsp; He had failed them.&nbsp; All of them.&nbsp; It wasn’t like Marcus to fail.&nbsp; Not at anything.&nbsp; How had this all gone so backwards so fast? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His fist hit the ground causing the ground around him to jump and the pile of debris to shift and slide.&nbsp; Some dirt and dust fell across his dead mother’s face.&nbsp; The dusting of dirt seemed an affront to him.&nbsp; Anger welled up inside, as he wiped it away from her face only to leave a new smudge from his filthy hands on her cheek, trading one stain for another.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He couldn’t leave her here to rot in the sun.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Her death may have been his fault, but he could still let her leave this world in dignity.&nbsp; Pushing out with his arms the dead wood and debris that covered the rest of her body blew outwards.&nbsp; The shockwave scattered debris for blocks.&nbsp; Marcus gently lifted his mother’s body from the ruins of their home and carried her to the pyre that was forming before him.&nbsp; Wood from razed home and a stray mattress dropped into place as he carried her towards the clearing in the street.&nbsp; Marcus lay her down on the pyre and kissed her forehead.&nbsp; He had found a can of lighter fluid in what was left of the old shed in their backyard and the old metal siding would be good enough to strike a spark.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus watched the wood catch and the fire burn.&nbsp; Fueled by a sudden gust the flames funneled upwards to consume the funeral pyre and the remains.&nbsp; Marcus watched, soot and tear stained face glowing in the light of the flames.&nbsp; He had been told they would be safe.&nbsp; If he did what he was told they would all be safe.&nbsp; He had been lied too and someone was going to pay dearly for it.&nbsp; Marcus turned away as the flames danced higher into the sky and with a bounding leap he arced over the ruined valley, landing on the cliff edge above.&nbsp; He looked back over his shoulder at the brilliant flame in the darkness below.&nbsp; No more tears fell from his eyes.&nbsp; A cold anger was building within him. <br><br>He really wanted to hit something.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 21:47:03</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck (Only know to Villains)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Streets of LA<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Open<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In great loping bounds Marcus easily cleared a blocks distance with each jump.&nbsp; It was easier to travel this way than pick his way through the detritus that blocked more streets.&nbsp; You couldn’t really call them streets anymore.&nbsp; Some were little more than piles of rubble.&nbsp; Others were jutting up at sharp angles or had been rent my huge chasms by the earthquakes that continued to shake what once was Los Angeles.&nbsp; Marcus hadn’t been sure where to go and decided that the museum was as good as any place to hole up for the night. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The anger and thirst for vengeance he felt ached for quick and violent release, but his parents had taught him control and patience.&nbsp; Rushing in and hurting everything in sight would be very satisfying, but Pestilence had used his sisters as hostages once before to control him.&nbsp; She would do so again.&nbsp; He needed a place to think, a place to plan both their rescue and his vengeance.&nbsp; The others would likely be long gone from the museum so Marcus loped towards his destination, his thoughts fueling the fire burning inside him.<br>…<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Time seemed to stop completely in that one terrifying moment…until the pain started.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus regained consciousness in a roar of pain.&nbsp; His body arced against bonds that held his body against a cold metal table.&nbsp; His muscles bulged and writhed beneath his skin, which felt pulled tight to the point of bursting.&nbsp; Pain ripped through him as he felt his bones breaking only to reform and break again.&nbsp; Each bone tougher and stronger with each break, which made each break more excruciating.&nbsp; The bonds felt tighter and tighter and began to cut the circulation off in his hands and feet.&nbsp; The pain was so intense that Marcus could do nothing but writhe and scream.&nbsp; He bucked against the table.&nbsp; The back of his head leaving dents in the thick metal.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Interesting.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Through the haze of pain he heard the voice, but it meant nothing to him.&nbsp; Another surge of growth elicited more screams.&nbsp; Anger and rage mixed with pain and fear.&nbsp; His fingers and toes curled in spasm and he heard a loud pop, that he thought was another breaking limb. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Pop!”&nbsp; His hands were free.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Hold him.” The voice directed.&nbsp; It was calm and cold.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus felt something grab ahold of his arms trying to force them down again against the table.&nbsp; The pain was so much he could barely open his eyes and the haze of tears made the scene even more surreal.&nbsp; Bright lights flooded his vision and there were dark figures hovering over him.&nbsp; He tried to control his contorting limbs and shoved one of the dark figures, who disappeared from his view with a loud crash.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“He’s too strong!” He heard the other shadow shout.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus reached up and grabbed at the blurry vision of the shadows head.&nbsp; He felt his hand wrap around the shadows face and with his other free hand grabbed whatever clothing it wore.&nbsp; With a twist of his torso still locked in place on the table he threw the shadowy figure across the room to where the other figure had disappeared.&nbsp; Cries of pain and another loud crash followed shortly.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a surge of fear and anger Marcus ripped his body from the table.&nbsp; The metal bands that had held him tore like tissue paper as he rolled from the table, landing on his hands and knees.&nbsp; He could tell he was naked against the cold floor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Very Interesting.” He heard that voice again.&nbsp; It was a female voice.&nbsp; The pain was beginning to subside as he took in ragged breaths and looked up, sweat matted curls of hair clinging to his forehead.&nbsp; A woman stood before him, not much older than he, but with eyes ancient and cruel.&nbsp; Her blue hair flowed over her shoulders and she wore armor more revealing than protective.&nbsp; She was pale and beautiful and deadly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“See that he is trained properly.” The woman spoke to someone, but to whom Marcus did not know.&nbsp; He could barely lift his head to look at her as another wave of pain wracked his body and his skin stretched again as his body grew from the inside out.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“As you wish.”&nbsp; Marcus heard before a crushing weight impacted the back of his skull and he blacked out once again.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 12:21:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>While Natasha did her best to draw a map, her thoughts mulled over all the things that happened lately. She could recall vague details of a person she had been with. He had meant the world to her at some point, but other than identifying him as a man, she didn't know who he was. He could be her father, her brother, her boyfriend, perhaps even her husband.<br><br>Going over her memories, she recalled that her father was an old man, while this person was closer to her own age. She also knew that she was an only child, so that left only the possibility of either a lover or a friend that she had been very close to.<br><br><em>I wish I could recall what happened in the hours before my escape,</em> she thought, <em>but all I see an impenetrable darkness.</em><br><br>Natasha sighed, turning her attention back to the drawing in front of her. There was no point wondering right now what had happened. She lived in the here and now. She couldn't change the past, but maybe she could influence the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 20:19:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha, Mid-Knight, and Banshee.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Katerina still wasn't convinced they could do anything worthwhile beyond getting themselves killed, but any action was better than none right now.&nbsp; Her mind was still racing with random facts, figures, and memories anyway, so any distraction was worth it as she sat at the edge of the table Natasha had picked up and turned back onto its four legs.&nbsp; She watched her silently work on the map, not remembering much of the area herself since she had been unconscious when she had been brought to the Museum.&nbsp; She sighed heavily and looked away, still feeling quite despondent over the news that there was quite possibly no help coming anytime soon.&nbsp; Everyone that could have done anything were dead, captured, or hiding.&nbsp; Either way you looked at it there was little hope they could do anything worth while.&nbsp; "Did you mean what you said outside Natasha?"&nbsp; Katerina suddenly asked out of the blue, hoping that the doctor hadn't been blowing smoke out of her ass as she looked over at Sean and Jake.&nbsp; At least they had one veteran on their side, so if Natasha had meant what she said, maybe....just maybe there was something worth doing after all.&nbsp; "I need to know if what you said was truly how you felt or if you were just blowing smoke out of your ass because if we commit to this then we need to be a hundred percent sure that we're prepared for whatever comes of this decision."<br><br>She wasn't going to risk what she had left on a pipe dream.&nbsp; Katerina was more of a realistic person these days than she had been before.&nbsp; She needed assurances that they weren't making a mistake.&nbsp; "I'd rather fight than run for the rest of my life but I don't want to commit to a cause like this unless we all agree to do so.&nbsp; It's either all or nothing, and once we commit to trying to fight back against Apocalypse's forces, we won't be able to change our minds.&nbsp; So I'll ask again, did you mean what you said?"&nbsp; She wanted to be perfectly clear as she put a hand on Natasha's own that had a hold of the pencil.&nbsp; "If so, then I'm going to need a lab space.&nbsp; If we are going to fight against Apocalypse then I think trying to find out as much as we can about that Judgment crap he's been giving to everyone will be a good idea in the long run.&nbsp; Maybe there's more to it than what we've seen so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 20:36:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sean Cassidy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, near the museum.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina, Natasha, Jake <br><br></span></span><hr><br>Sean nodded in acknowledgement to Jake, but didn't answer.&nbsp; He didn't want to shoot the kid down, but his brags on fighting were foolish at best.&nbsp; Besides, he was more interested in how the others had escaped.&nbsp; He noticed that katerina hadn't answered, but also that her hair had finally stopped floating, so maybe she was just so distracted by her new powers that she hadn't heard him.&nbsp; She also seemed more than a little devastated by the loss of the X-Men, more even than Sean.&nbsp; Was he over it already?&nbsp; He didn't know how to respond to her, to reassure her without sounding too callous, despite the fact that Sean had always been a rather sentimental man.<br><br>Fortunately, Natasha stepped in and handled the reassurance duties, and then said something similar to what Sean had been thinking.&nbsp; Working on a plan was easier.&nbsp; Most of his time with the X-Men had been spent on strategy, after all.&nbsp; "I was thinking that.&nbsp; There are four of us here now.&nbsp; The X-Men didn't start out much larger.&nbsp; As for you folks being kids, the X-Men were younger.&nbsp; I'd rather stay a bit outside the city, since that seems to be where they are focused.&nbsp; Remember, not only do they outnumber us, but they also have the upper hand on resources and can call in reinforcements easier than we can.&nbsp; We'll need a place out of the way, something they won't notice.&nbsp; We should have a second location ready to go to in case this one gets found out."<br><br>"We can't be too eager to fight.&nbsp; They have more mutants, and they will get more everyday.&nbsp; We may not ever get another recruit, but that is what we need to focus on.&nbsp; Already three of you have gotten away, so we can bet that there are others that want to.&nbsp; We just need to make it harder for them to get more people, and a lot harder for them to keep them, especially since that seems to be their biggest problem.&nbsp; They tend to move in groups of four or so, with most of them looking pretty green, just like us.&nbsp; If we fight smart, we should be able to take out one of their patrols.&nbsp; We take out the whole group and the folks in charge still won't know what they're up against."<br><br>He realized he'd been going on a while and cut himself off.&nbsp; "We can do more planning later.&nbsp; For now, yeah, maybe we should go inside.&nbsp; And food sounds good."&nbsp; He joined Katerina and Natasha inside.&nbsp; He stayed out of it as Katerina opened up to Natasha.&nbsp; <em>She's an emotional one, gonna have to keep an eye on her.</em>&nbsp; She reminded him of Jean.&nbsp; A power with a lot of potential, but dangerous emotionally.&nbsp; He wondered if the more mentally focused powers just had that effect.&nbsp; If so, then that just meant that Charles was that much more impressive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 15:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“Well, Katerina,” Natasha started, with a smile on her face, “I know for sure that my ass doesn't blow smoke in any kind of color, though sometimes gas does come out. Being a doctor, I can assure you, however, that such an event is a perfectly normal body function, and I would recommend against holding it in.”<br><br>As Katerina put a hand on hers, she felt a small amount of energy leave her body, until Natasha made a concentrated effort to stop her gift. <br><br><em>Curious,</em> she thought, <em>I didn't know I could control my ability like this, and chose when to active it or when not.</em><br><br>She put her pen down, and took Katerina's hand in her own, her fingers caressing the back of the girl's hand while Natasha sent her soothing emotions.<br><br>As she looked the young woman in the eye, she said, “I meant what I said. Soon there will be nowhere to run, and I'd rather go down fighting than living the rest of my life as a coward. I took an oath to help people when I can, it's my <em>duty</em> to fight.”<br><br>She gave the teenager's hand a soft squeeze as she spoke these last words, wanting to reassure her.<br><br>“I can't promise you that we'll survive the coming battle, but I can promise you that I'll do my damned best to keep all of you alive and combat ready. I want to start training my martial arts again as well, and practice shooting a gun. I'm horribly out of practice, and though I know I'm not the best soldier out there, I want to do what I can to help out, no matter how little it is. For somebody out there my contributions could mean the difference between life and death.”<br><br>Natasha sighed, as she considered all the things they had to do, but she was pulled out of her train of thought when Katerina commented that she'd need a lab.<br><br>“I'm not sure where we can obtain access to such facilities, others are probably more knowledgeable in the area. I'm sure, however, that we can find a laboratory for you to work in, and with my skills and experience, I will probably make a valuable lab partner to you. I've always felt more at home in the sterile environment of a laboratory than on a dirty battlefield anyway,” Natasha replied, while flashing Katerina a smile.<br><br>She let go of the girl's hand, it had felt good to touch her like this, but after their earlier incident she didn't want to risk upsetting the powerful teenager either. She hoped the girl would at least feel better and more confident about what they had to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 01:20:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee, Teletrix, Natasha, open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>As they went inside, Jake saw Natasha sketch out a map of sorts, he heard he mumble something about a place to stay. "Well," He begins as he approaches the map, "East of here is the USC main campus, which is completely overrun and one of the main bases of operation, thats where I got out...Unfortunately thats all I know,,Banshee and I pretty much came stright here. Banshee probably can say more." His talking was interrupted by a stomach rumble.<br><br>He could feel the mixed nature of the air. Anxiety, sadness, anger, a pinch of hope... "All I know is, they're not invincible. It's possible..we just need to be careful how we go about it….” His stomach rumbles again.<br><br>&nbsp;“Say, anyone try looking into the stores?, they probably have tons of canned goods and whatnot, that can get us by for a while. As for finding somewhere to bunker down, why not just establish this as a sort of base? I mean, if anyone else escapes we will probably find them too coming down the road, not to&nbsp; mention lots of space, quiet, almost covert. either way, we need a plan. He takes a seat, rummaging through what food there may be, picking out a few things to munch on and quell his stomach, for now.<br><br>Jake was always someone who thought with his stomach at times before all this happened. He even scheduled his classes around when the fresh hot food would be available in the cafeteria. They had some damn good food there, and he was not going to miss out if he had his way. For now though, he couldn't be like that. He had to take enough to quell his hunger, while keeping in mind there were lots of other people that needed to eat too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 01:36:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/450/dep_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Katerina De Leon<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Teletrix.&nbsp; (Not chosen)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha, Mid-Knight, and Banshee.&nbsp; Open.<br><br></span></span><hr><br>She was definitely no Jean Grey, although if asked about it by Sean, Katerina would have hesitantly agreed that she was similar to the woman but they were not the same, a fact she'd also point out.&nbsp; She at least had grown up with her powers while Katerina's had been forced into her own.&nbsp; She was no power house of matter destruction or anything like that yet, and likely she never would be as she smiled briefly at Natasha, glad that she was dead serious about fighting, about trying to make a difference.&nbsp; She managed a small chuckle at her humor and just shook her head at her new friend.&nbsp; Still, her more serious words were enough to put Katerina's mind and emotional state at ease, although she suspected that her touch had something to do with that as well.&nbsp; "Thank you, Natasha.&nbsp; I....honestly don't know what I'd have done without you here.&nbsp; Truly, thank you."&nbsp; A thought, a very dark thought crossed her mind but she beat it down since no one needed to know just how close she had been to giving up.&nbsp; Morale was low enough.<br><br>She looked to Banshee for a moment and nodded in agreement, not liking the museum since it did kind of stand out like a sore thumb, and that and it was right in the middle of enemy patrols most likely anyway.&nbsp; They'd need to find somewhere better but until then this place would have to do she supposed.&nbsp; Still, at least he gave them some assurances since she had forgotten that most of the X-Men had been younger than they were now, so although they were in the middle of a war, maybe there was a chance all the same?&nbsp; For now she focused more on Natasha since she felt comfortable and at....well peace wasn't quite right but it was the closest thing she could come up with as well.&nbsp; "I've never done lab work so I wouldn't know where to start, but if we can the necessary equipment I'd be happy for the aid Natasha.&nbsp; As you said your medical expertise will help a great deal and if we CAN counter the Judgment serum in any way, it might give us a fighting chance as well against anyone that's newly changed.&nbsp; I just find it hard to believe that EVERYONE injected would willingly serve Apocalypse.&nbsp; There's gotta be more to it."<br><br>Her thought was interrupted when Jake piped up again.&nbsp; Her face flushed since again she was reminded of her dead brother once again.&nbsp; She kept her mouth shut though and it helped that he had a good idea or two to offer.&nbsp; "We haven't been here hardly a day Jake.&nbsp; I was carried here by another, unconscious out of the prison camps where I was changed as well.&nbsp; All I remember before I was beaten into submission was the guard's head I nearly caved in when he tried to take advantage of me physically.&nbsp; If not for Natasha here I wouldn't be up and walking around nearly as well as I am.&nbsp; As for your idea....it sounds like a good one.&nbsp; We just need to get things planned out so we aren't caught with our pants down or lead any enemy patrols back here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caitlin</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 09:33:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>“East of here is the USC main campus, which is completely overrun and one of the main bases of operation, that's where I got out...Unfortunately, that's all I know. Banshee and I pretty much came straight here. Banshee can probably say more,” Jake said.<br><br>Natasha drew the location of the bad guys on the map, marking it very creatively with 'Bad Guys' while drawing an angry smiley '&gt;:-(' next to it, so that there was no mistake where the bad guys were located.<br><br>“Banshee, can you maybe tell us more about what's going on there? Maybe you have some ideas as well for what we can do?” Natasha asked, before adding, “Oh, and I like your suggestion of staying on the edges of the city, that probably makes more sense then getting right in the middle of it. You're the tactical genius here, or better said, you are compared to me. The only thing I know how to combat are bacteria, viruses, and infections.”<br><br>Natasha shrugged, and made room for Banshee at the table, giving him a chance to have his say. She lay the pen down on top of the map, in case anybody else wanted to add something to the drawing.<br><br>It felt good to have something to do. Sitting around and rethinking what happened in the past days was only distracting and bad for morale. They had to look forward, not backward. The past couldn't be changed anymore, but they could still influence the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 16:24:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Banshee, Teletrix, Natasha, open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"Alright.." He starts after getting something in his stomach, "Are you good to explore Katerina? You, me, and Banshee can go scout around, try and get more of this map filed out.." He said as he looked down at the map, not being able to help but grin and the frowning face over USC on the map. "I mean Natasha could come too if she liked, unless she and banshee wanted to stay guard here."<br><br>He looked the map over, it seemed he was getting quite serious about this now that his hunger was for the moment quelled. "Food, water, and weapons are a priority, and given the circumstance I think any weapon would do.. If we try not to use out powers we could be significantly more covert, possibly.." <br><br>Jake kept looking, wishing that this were just a game of some kind, but it wasn't. Somehow, he had an urge to get to know Katerina. Was it because she was of about his age and opposite sex? Maybe, but they had to stick together, they would likely need to use everything in their power to fight and survive. It felt good knowing though that there were at least some doctors out there that survived this, but his thoughts kept going back onto Katerina, then the issues at hand. "So...sound like a plan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 04:08:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara Judy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Vision<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Science Facility<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt&amp;Harm, Cackle, CLOSED<br><br></span></span><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara didn't even flinch as Hurt shocked the man - and the two guards attending him - into spasmatic paralysis. She only smiled all the wider. Neither young woman was afraid to experiment. What wonderful students they made. It was then up to Plague to mentor them properly. She nodded in thanks for the assistance and gracefully knelt down next to the twitching man. Her movements were smooth and subtle, and even when her free hand lashed out to clamp down on the man's lower back it seemed deceptively gentle. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Plague pressed firmly enough that the man's electrically induced spams hardly moved his body. The aqua-haired woman then jabbed the thick needle straight into his spine. Her thumb reached up to neatly and calmly press the syringe plunger down and the glowing fluid immediately surged into his body. Like a spiderweb caught perfectly in the sunlight, the serum spread outward in neat little glowing tendrils in every direction. The moment the serum got caught up in his circulatory return the glimmering pattern on his back seemed to fade. Several seconds later the man's eyes shot wide open - glowing bright blue. All of his muscles tensed and he screamed out at the awful pain as the deadly liquid surged through his veins - either annihilating or completely restructuring every cell in his body down to the molecular level. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence just watched with narrowed eyes to see whether the new serum would take or not. This modified serum was designed to have specific effects. The genetic engineers working for Apocalypse (most of them being forced to do so at the threat of their own lives or those of their loved ones) had been retooling the serum to try to apply specific mutations, rather than just random ones. So far the results had produced an even higher casualty rate... in fact only one other test subject out of fifty had survived it. That young woman had become Solara's personal pet. Though she had decided to wait to reveal her latest marvel until she was able to produce another successful subject. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The man's scream eventually died down... he stopped moving. His heart-rate plummeted. It appeared the group would have to tally this up as another failed subject. However, just before Solara could give the scientist new instruction, a ripple of movement surged through his body. His hair began to grow rapidly, and the sound of his bones snapping audibly could be heard. The man began to yell again, though as each second passed the yell became animalistic in nature - resembling more of a painful howl. Defying the lack of air in his lungs, the man's painful howl began to transform further still - into mock laughter, still completely animal in nature. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2009/357/3/4/Werewolf_roar_by_Lintufriikki.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The new being slowly began to climb up on his hands and feet - both of which now had sharp claws. As he slowly assumed his stature and felt out his new form - the rest of the individuals in the room could finally begin to see what changes had (and still were) taking place. He looked half man, and half dog - like a werewolf of sorts... but the howling laughter and the coloration of his fur quickly gave away the root species: A Hyena. He continued to adapt as he stood to his feet, more animal in appearance than humanoid. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara slowly began to laugh as well, having already stood to her feet sometime during the process, she offered a very slight nod of her head and outstretched one delicate arm in the new being's direction. <strong>"Welcome to the family my child."</strong> The being canted his head to the side and offered a puzzled look in response... though the confusion in the expression seemed to fade with every passing second. After a moment of silence with Plague still holding her arm out in his direction, the being burst into laughter. It was a mix of snorts, howls and even a shriek or two. He began laughing so hard he had to reach down with one paw to brace his ribcage. His other clawed 'hand' however, reached up to grasp Solara's. <strong>"The... the pleasure... aha... is all mine! Ahaha aha <em>ha...</em>"</strong> his annoyingly sharp laughter slowly trailed off and then Ms. Judy spoke up again. <strong>"You have been reborn. Embrace your second life. You will now be known as Cackle; forget your former life and the old ways of the world. A new dawn is upon on us my son."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She then turned to the lead scientist standing nearby, a look of horror hidden beneath the anxious expression he manage to fake in it's place - though he didn't have to try hard to fake such an emotion while in Plague's presence. <strong>"Go fetch Tangle for me immediately. And prepare the conference room. I must inform Apocalypse of our newest success!"</strong> Her green eyes seemed to strike a feverish glow, no doubt in pleasure at this recent accomplishment. She turned to acknowledge her two female underlings. <strong>"Greet your newest sibling my darlings."</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:24:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/74814A.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Genius, Man With The Plan<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rurouni Safehouse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Every man, woman and child on God’s green Earth<br></span></span><hr><br>If you have a communications device… anything from the Avengers or X-Men or Fantastic Four or even a walkie talkie… you will be able to hear Tony Stark’s voice. It would first be broadcast in English, and then 4 more times in other languages. Anyone that can receive radio broadcasts, television signals, even some data signals will be able to hear the message. You won’t be able to communicate back, but you will hear his voice. And a few hours later.. you would hear the voices of others around the world, depending on the range of your communications device. It’s not spotless, there is going to be breakups in the signals and static… but it’s a start. <br><br><strong>“I know you’re out there listening. Looking for hope. Hiding from those that seek to destroy you. This being, Apocalypse has committed the first offense against us, against all of us. Borders, nationalities, religions, they don’t mean anything to him. If you are alive, you are a target; but you probably know all of this already, don’t you? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I want to tell you that hope still exists - that right now I am building an army for the grand counterattack... but I'm not. I can’t, not alone against such powerful tyranny. Every single one of us has been struck, or someone we care for has been struck. I have. But I know I have to keep going. And so do you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We’re far from ready to come riding out of the dawn and save the planet, but soon we will be. If you can hear me, and you aren't under the control of Apocalypse, then you are a part of this too. It doesn't matter what you think about yourself or your abilities or what you can or cannot offer - you are a part of this! <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mourn for the dead, pray for the living. That’s all we can do right now, until we are ready to strike back. To rise. To stand. To resist.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have full confidence that if all of you answer the call, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our home. To ride out this storm of war - and to outlive this menace of tyranny and violence. We are the only resistance left. You are humanity’s hope, each and every single one of you. You are the heroes now. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It may take days... it may take years... At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is what I am going to do.<br>Because I am Iron Man, and Apocalypse has not seen the last of me yet; nor has he seen the last of you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Our vengeance is coming.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 20:24:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt and Harm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Rose Garden<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence and Cackle<br><br><br><br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The twins watched the young soldier boy writhe on the floor.&nbsp; They didn’t like to see him in pain, but new that it was necessary.&nbsp; Birth was painful, or so they had been told, rebirth was doubly so.&nbsp; A small pout formed on Hurt’s lips when her soldier by shuttered and became still.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Wait for it.” Harm said reaching out hold her disappointed sisters hand. She watched his form closely.&nbsp; With a jerk the soldier boy’s back arched to such an extreme that she heard his spine snap.&nbsp; The sharp crack made her flinch.&nbsp; The transformation was amazing to watch.&nbsp; Never before had it been so complete.&nbsp; Mother had been busy while they had been away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Well, I guess I won’t have a date this weekend.” Hurt said with a sigh.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Why? Your last boyfriend had a worse laugh.” Harm chided her sis.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I know I’ve dated a dog or two, but really I have higher standards now.&nbsp; Shane’s laugh wasn’t that bad.” She giggled at her own joke and Harm just rolled her eyes.&nbsp; They quieted down as their mother spoke and bowed their heads in respect when she asked them to greet their new brother.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt cocked her head slightly to examine the cackling hyena man that stood before then.&nbsp; She was still clearly disappointed that there was no sign of the handsome young man they had brought before Pestilence.&nbsp; Ever the optimist a new thought brought a smile to her face. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “I did always want a dog, though.” She said bouncing up and down and clapping her hands.&nbsp; “Who’s the good boy.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Ha..I…aha..ll…rip your…Hahahaaa…N’ Throat…Aha..ha…out!” The shaggy scavenger lunged at Hurt, his fanged mouth looking to tear into the soft flesh of Hurt’s throat.&nbsp; Cackle’s furry face slammed against an invisible wall inches from Hurt’s face.&nbsp; Spittle and foam dripped from Harm’s forcefield and Cackle’s claws raked across its surface, making a sound like a dog running across glass.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt ever flinched and broke out into her silvery laughter.&nbsp; “Bad, dog.” She said with a grin.&nbsp; “Don’t make me swat you with a newspaper.”&nbsp; She added forming a baton of energy in her hand and rapping it against the twins side of the forcefield.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 13:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>He got no response, he wasn't sure what to do, but sitting idly wasn't going to solve anything. He took up a map of his own, made the same markings that were already present and set out. If any wanted to come with him they were welcome, but for now, Banshee could hold down fort.<br><br>He set out looking for anything of note, and more importantly, food and clean water. He was also looking for any possible survivors. Any sign of innocent life was welcome to his eyes at this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 05:45:21</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Streets of LA<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight<br><br><br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus movements had entered a pattern.&nbsp; He would leap a block or two then pause to check for movement nearby.&nbsp; Twice already he had encountered small groups of survivors, one had scattered when he arrived the other he had sent north towards the hills.&nbsp; Marcus knew he could have made better time if he wanted too.&nbsp; He had yet to test just how far he could jump, but these block long leaps felt like a light jog.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she neared the vicinity of the Museum he paused in his travel to test once again for vibrations in the tortured earth.&nbsp; There was someone nearby.&nbsp; It wasn’t easy with the near constant seismic activity to single out a long person, but Marcus was growing into his abilities quickly.&nbsp; Unlike the girl he had left at the museum he at least had a little training before he was unleashed into the world.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A lone person out at night…if it was one of Pestilence’s troops they may have been separated from their unit.&nbsp; If it was a survivor they would need Marcus’s help.&nbsp; Friend or foe Marcus was going to find out.&nbsp; With a single bound he cleared the remaining 1000 feet or so between himself and the telling vibration.&nbsp; Marcus found himself landing in the middle of the street.&nbsp; It was dark and being that he couldn’t see anyone right away he figured they were probably hiding.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I know you are out there.&nbsp; I came to help.”&nbsp; He called out in deep voice.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus did not so much look like one of Apocalypse’s men anymore.&nbsp; He wore a black t-shirt he had taken from the museum and while he still had the blue fatigue pants he had wrapped scrap metal around much of the legs and his arms to give him some extra protection.&nbsp; It wasn’t that much seemed to be able to hurt him, but Marcus had been shot a few days ago.&nbsp; The bullet had barely broken skin as his super dense musculature stopped it dead.&nbsp; It did hurt like hell though.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 10:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles streets<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; open, Marcus<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jake was feeling at least half accomplished. He was starting to get himself more and more comfortable with the basics of his powers. Using his powers, the night was possibly his greatest ally. He was sitting down, treating himself to a can of chili along with a sleeve of crackers from a box he had. He had a very large duffle bag full of canned and preserved goods. It may not have been heated up, but man did it feel great in his stomach. He had managed to help some people&nbsp; as he went around, mapping out the area, directing them to the museum where the others were staying at.<br><br>Suddenly though, as he finished his meal, there was a crash near by. Almost out of reflex he phased into shadow, melding into the darkness around them. He couldn't help but think the voice sounded familiar, though it sounded a little augmented. From the shadows he&nbsp; tried to get a better look at the man. He rematerialized about five yards from Marcus, re-donned in his shadow armor and lance in hand, still exercising the hand of caution. After seeing he looked nothing like apocalypses forces, then he saw the t-shirt, letting the lance phase out of existance from his hand. <br><br>"You were at the museum, what are you doing out here?" He wasn't sure what more to say but he was happy to see it was a friendly face, at least so he assumed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 01:37:32</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Streets of LA<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight<br><br><br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The Santa Ana’s had blown themselves out for the moment and the smell of ash and soot while present no longer assaulted the senses.&nbsp; A false sense of calm seemed to settle over the ruins of Los Angeles as if the land had drawn a deep breath afraid to let it out.&nbsp; &nbsp;The street looked more like a ghost town than a battlefield here.&nbsp; Empty shop doors and windows held an inky blackness that could hide an ambush.&nbsp; The pale moon cast a blue light on the broken asphalt and concrete making the shadows only darker.<br><br>"You were at the museum, what are you doing out here?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus turned at the sound of Jake’s voice.&nbsp; “Looking for survivors, or soldiers,” he answered.&nbsp; Marcus still thought of them more as Pestilence’s than Apocalypse’s.&nbsp; He had never seen the true leader of the army only his Horseman…woman…whatever.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yeah I was at the museum.”&nbsp; He admitted.&nbsp; One of the girls must have mentioned him since he snuck out before this armored kid and Banshee had noticed him, or so he thought.&nbsp; “You were with the X-Man. What the hell out you doing out here?&nbsp; I figured you would have been long gone by now.”&nbsp; Marcus had assumed that Banshee would have moved the civilians out of the area as soon as possible, but it looked like that hadn’t been their plan.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Being out in the open, even at night, was dangerous.&nbsp; Apocalypse’s forces had a manageri of mutants at their disposal.&nbsp; Marcus doubted night was any safer than the day.&nbsp; He kept his senses attuned to the vibration of the ground around him.&nbsp; This area was a little more stable than the one he had come from, but the conversation was a distraction to his senses.&nbsp; It seemed concentrating on both wasn’t so easy yet.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 09:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara Judy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Vision<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Science Facility<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt&amp;Harm, Cackle, Tangle, CLOSED<br><br></span></span><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A twinkle glimmered in Plague's glowing green eyes as she watched the twin sisters toy around with their newest family member - the family dog, at least in their opinion. They showed the same confidence that she herself displayed when she was about their age. But it was a different world back then. Her attitude drove her completely underground. Other mutants were able to "fake" being human and stay hidden amongst society - but she never compromised in such a way. It was unacceptable. Her standards were higher than that. So she'd had to hide most of the time, as the men and women of the early 1900's America hunted down mutants and put them to cruel ends.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Despite her brazen attitude, she'd survived - mostly because her gift allowed her to make "contributions" to the anti-human agenda from afar. If they were going to hunt and kill mutants needlessly for crimes they hadn't even committed, well then - she didn't want to make a liar out of them. That seed of hatred that had been planted in her early on had only blossomed into beautiful flowers of Oleander. She was toxic even before Apocalypse had arrived, and it took little convincing for her to willingly join his side. Plague hated the world - to the point that she even dislikes most other mutants. She couldn't convince herself of a single soul that could bear the blame for her tragic life - so she put it on everyone, human or mutant. She blamed it on the gods, on science, on everything. The century of life she'd lived up until this point had been in near seclusion and self-segregation; which had only magnified the hate she had inside her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Still, she hid it all under a pleasing smile and delicate words, <strong>"Enough now girls. We shan't have him battered and bloody before he even gets the chance to prove himself." </strong> She walked gracefully forwards, one slender hand reaching out to touch the twin's protective shield while the other reached out for Cackle. The instant that her soft index finger touched their barrier it began disintegrating. It cracked and fell apart, the pieces of it completely breaking down into dust before it could even fall all the way to the floor. Her other hand, meanwhile began to pat the Hyena-man's head and ruffle the course fur between his two round ears. <strong>"No need to waste such beautiful violence here Cackle. Save it for those twisted humans that deserted you and left you to die. Aren't <em>they </em>the real villains after-all?"</strong> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She had yet to look at either party, so her eyes first drifted over her right shoulder to the twin girls. <strong>"And we were merciful enough, and compassionate enough to take you in and give you a home. Give you a family."</strong> she said, continually reinforcing the powerful brainwashing she'd spun over the young women since they had first arrived. Then those eerie green eyes pulled her head to the left to lock on to Cackle's own black beads. <strong>"So save your anger for those cowards, those criminals that betrayed you."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Don't forget though, you can always be the better person and bring them in to me; give them what we have blessed you with: another chance. Another life."</strong> Her eyes drifted away from him and she stopped petting him, a deceptive smile curling up on her flawlessly beautiful face. <strong>"The choice is yours."</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/6/61459/2676699-cheetah8a.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was at that moment that a loud clatter was heard down the hall, and a handful of scientists could be seen scattering in every conceivable direction out of a door halfway down the corridor. A fraction of a second later a yellowish-orange blur came tearing through after them. Razor-sharp claws dug into the tiled floor as she skidded to a stop in the hallway and looked both directions, she issued a distinctive cat-like hiss before erupting into melodic laughter. She could see Pestilence and the rest of the surrounding audience out their end of the hall - so she quickly and smoothly bounded down the passageway towards them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As she neared, the twins - and everyone else present - could get a closer look at her form. She looked half-leopard, half-human though slightly more human than Cackle. She had a fierce attractiveness to her, but that was probably due to the fact that she was completely naked; clothed only in the very thin layer of soft fur that left very few secrets to her physique. She was still quite-human in form, with firm breasts, a defined abdomen, and long shapely legs. Her voice broke the awe-filled silence, and it was sharp but much more pleasant than her half-dog counterpart's. <strong>"You summoned me?"</strong> she asked in a very respectful tone. She had a casual aura of energy to her - as if she had once been a care-free and happy-go-lucky young girl. The mixture of feline-predator was a disturbing contrast that made everyone else seem ten times more tense than the leopard-woman.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Tangle, my exotic beauty, it is time to show <em>Father</em> our accomplishments."</strong> A genuine smile showed on Pestilence face then - and Tangle offered her own fanged replica in response. The feline woman had been Solara's first major success on a finely-tuned Serum. Cackle, had been her second. She was not foolish enough to run to her master with her first results; she'd wanted to replicate the success before she dared sharing it with Apocalypse - who would no doubt demand more. That was another reason she was so endearing of the world-slaughtering madman. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was probably the only being she knew that held just as high standards as she did. Excellence was not enough. Perfection was the only acceptable result; anything less was failure. She respected him for it. She loved him for it. And though not quite as openly amorous - his feelings toward her had been mutual.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Unless, of course, he was just as successfully manipulative as herself. One may never know. And even if they did, they'd never live to tell about it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara caressed the feline's cheek as she spoke her next words, <strong>"So beautiful... and so deadly. You are perfect."</strong> She looked over towards Cackle and a thin smile returned to her face. <strong>"You could use a facelift; but fortunately our Master cares little for aesthetics - so long as the job gets done."</strong> She spun around gracefully and started walking down a different hallway behind her - off towards the conference room, glancing briefly over her shoulder at the twins before saying, <strong>"Come. It's not wise to keep Him waiting."</strong><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>12-02-2013, 21:48:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Harmony.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt and Harm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Vision<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Rose Garden<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence, Cackle and Tangle<br><br><br><br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The twins backed off when their mother approached and Harm's eyes grew wide as Plague so easily broke down her forcefield.&nbsp; They knew she was powerful, but the extent of her power was sometimes frightening to behold.&nbsp; They traded a mischevious glance however with each other knowing it wasn’t going to be the last time they would be able to toy with their new pet.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Both of the girls looked watched Tangle’s entrance with much interest.&nbsp; This was new. This was interesting.&nbsp; This was hot.&nbsp; A rush of animal desire from Hurt caused a throaty purr to escape Harm’s lips.&nbsp; She would have given her sister an annoyed glance except she found the predatory mutant attractive in a way she did not normally find women.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>‘Don’t worry about it.&nbsp; I wouldn’t have found soldier boy all that interesting a year ago.’<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Comes with the territory I guess.’<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Not so bad is it?’<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘No it isn’t.’<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Love you sis.’<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Love you too.’</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong> “Come. It’s not wise to keep Him waiting.”</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes...” Hurt said.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“…mom.” Harm finished. The girls moved arm in arm.&nbsp; They were going to meet their new father for the first time.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 15:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles streets<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; open, Marcus<br><br></span></span><hr><br>He asked what Jake was doing out and about. "Well for starters I was mapping the area and getting food." He gestures to the folded map in his hands and the large bag behind him. "I was on my way back since the sun is going down now, you can feel free to come with me if you like.." He started walking in the direction of the museum, "Its..almost unreal huh..one minute everything was normal, the next...well Iron Man...seems most of the Avengers are dead....all we have is Banshee over there..they called me crazy for speaking it, but personally? i think we need to try and fight..or at least die trying in that case if we really are all that out matched.."<br><br>He turned to Marcus, "I'm going to fight, even if I'm the only one." He was always a fighter. Where he came from made sure that was the case. His family was poor, and they lived in the bronx. physically, academically, everything was a challenge, and he had to take it head on, every time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 07:23:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Open<br></span></span><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I was heading there anyway.” Marcus replied when Jake asked him if he wanted to come back to the museum.&nbsp; He was still leery of it with Banshee there.&nbsp; He was sure that crazy telekinetic girl had already told the X-man that he was one of the enemy.&nbsp; He wasn’t.&nbsp; Not anymore.&nbsp; Now he had to figure out some way to get his sisters out alive and stop Pestilence’s armies for killing or turning the rest of his city.&nbsp; He listened to Jake talk about what had happened to Iron Man and the Avengers and simply nodded.&nbsp; Marcus wasn’t much of a talker by nature anyway and he still bore the burden of guilt for not doing more sooner to stop all of this.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They trudged around burned out cars and fallen street lights.&nbsp; Walking was slow going in LA and Marcus was surprised at his annoyance at it.&nbsp; He was already becoming accustom to his new powers could have made it back to the Museum in little time on his own.&nbsp; He thought briefly about just picking Jake up by the back of his jacket and clearing the few remaining blocks with ease, but realized how that would have looked to anyone left on watch and while a tiny smile curled at the edge of his mouth he thought better of the idea and tossed it aside.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "I'm going to fight, even if I'm the only one." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He understood how the guy felt.&nbsp; For the last hour Marcus had hoped that he would run into some small squad of Apocalypse’s soldiers so he could take his rage out on someone, but it hadn’t happened. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“You got out.&nbsp; I got out.&nbsp; So did those other two.&nbsp; Got to be others.” He said in his deep yet quiet voice as they finally neared the museum.&nbsp; He had been distracted by his thoughts and words and hadn’t noticed until they neared that something was very wrong. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“There’s no one here.”&nbsp; He said before they rounded the corner onto Fairfax Ave.&nbsp; “I thought you said they hadn’t left.” Marcus gave Jake a questioning look before taking one great stride and leaping the remaining distance to land in front of the damaged museum.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It looked like a small tornado had stuck the block outside the museum.&nbsp; There was a large rent down the middle of the street.&nbsp; Asphalt and rock were peeled back and scattered.&nbsp; Cars were tossed about and one of the buildings nearby had completely collapsed.&nbsp; Dark scorch marks dotted the road and buildings and some of the metal and glass Art Museum exterior appeared to have melted.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus bent down to touch the ground as he landed and let his senses search the nearby buildings and subfloors of the museum for any signs of movement.&nbsp; There were none.&nbsp; No signs of life could be found.&nbsp; The only signs anyone had been there were the pools of blood near the entrance that Marcus had used to watch the street earlier that night.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 19:06:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Mid-Knight, open<br></span></span><hr><br>When the rubble wall of the makeshift shelter had been erected Rogue brushed the dust off her uniform and eyed her handiwork dubiously. "Y'all sure 'bout this?" she asked for the umpteenth time. "You should be safer outside the city."<br><br>"It's alright, my dear." The old lady smiled. Rogue guessed she was at least over seventy, but her blue eyes shone like those of a much younger woman. "This has been our home for forty-five years. We aren't going anywhere anymore. Isn't that right, Abner?" <br><br>"Marie is right, young lady. Thank you for what you have done for us today. We should be alright now." The man wrapped an arm around his wife's frail shoulders and pulled her close; a sight that brought a wistful smile to Rogue's face. <br><br>"Ya're a lucky pair, the pair of you. And you take good care of her, Abner Goodwinkel", Rogue said. <br><br>They did not ask why the young woman had called them lucky despite the ruins of their one time home. They stood with their arms around each other and waved as their redheaded rescuer launched into the air and flew away. <br><br>Rogue zigzagged through the debris riddled streets, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings. It wouldn't be the first time she'd run into one of Apocalypse's henchmen. A couple of times she slowed down, landing in the middle of the street, like that time when she had suspected movement in a half-gone alley between two collapsed buildings. It had been nothing but a large plastic bag trapped under a fallen trash can and Rogue had smirked as she hovered above it. "Ah'm getting as nervous as a cat in a room full o' rocking chairs." <br><br>With a faint shake of her head she had returned to the skies, and this time when she noticed movement it was unmistakable. A man knelt in the street, one hand to the scorched ground. Another stood nearby. She recognized the place. Beast had recommended it before she left. "Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time - Thomas Merton." She remembered his indulgent smile when she had chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Fo' sure, sugah. Ah just might... If there's time."<br><br>And now, it seemed, there was.<br><br>Rogue landed a perhaps ten feet away from the kneeling man. It took only one look to take in the scene: the blood, the debris and the two culprits who no doubt had been left behind to deal with any survivors. "I hope you had fun, boys, because playtime is over." she tells them, an ominous note to the sexy southern drawl.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 20:20:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The city had been near motionless in the wake of the death that had followed Apocalypse's forces, most of the survivors scattered like cockroaches into the recesses of the devastated place that had once claimed the title 'City of Angels'.&nbsp; It was truly a case of only the strong surviving in this wasteland... the strong and the cunning.&nbsp; It had only been two days and the most important thing that the people had was nearly depleted... hope.&nbsp; Their heroes had been slain in droves in a forty-eight hour nightmare that no one was able to wake from.&nbsp; This was reality... gone were the days that a hero could swoop in and save the day, smile charmingly and fly off to right more wrongs.&nbsp; Gone in the blink of an eye.&nbsp; No, it had become something else entirely... survival.&nbsp; <br><br>So, as the clouds high above the three superhumans gathered by the remains of the museum began to swirl about, a clap of thunder heralded the arrival what many would consider rekindled hope as one of Earth's predominant protectors returned.&nbsp; On the ground between Rogue and the two men, a vortex of swirling energy appeared out of nowhere.&nbsp; At first, nothing was visible within, but then the shadow of a man began to be seen, as well as something spinning at great speeds above his head.&nbsp; No sooner than such a sight registered, the figure was fully visible.&nbsp; Long blonde hair from beneath a shining winged helmet whipped about his broad shoulders in the wind, light debris around him kicked up, almost dancing about the dramatic entrance of the god of thunder.&nbsp; His crimson cape billowed behind him and as his hammer slowed down, he grasped the haft and brought it to his side as the energy vortex disappeared entirely.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I return!"</strong><br><br>The first thing he noticed, before he even registered exactly where on Midgard he presently stood was a feeling of wrongness... not just about the immediate area, but of the entire world.&nbsp; Through his connection to his mother Gaia, the elder goddess of the Earth, he felt the pain that she felt with so much death and destruction.&nbsp; Normally he could not feel such things this blatantly but Apocalypse's damage had been on a scale unheard of.&nbsp; He shook his head and frowned, placing his free hand at his brow.<br><br><strong>"Something is wrong... very wrong."</strong><br><br>It was then that he looked up to see that not only was he not alone, but this was not New York... it was a human city, but devastated as though some great war had taken place.&nbsp; He first saw the two men, neither of which he recognized.&nbsp; The one man was massive, even taller than he himself was, and that was saying something.&nbsp; He wasn't sure whether the men were superhuman or not, but the woman... he definitely recognized her.&nbsp; She had nearly killed him some years back.&nbsp; Rogue was her name and her touch drained the life and power from her victims.&nbsp; She was a villain back then but he had heard she had apparently reformed and joined the mutant team the X-Men, though he hadn't had much contact with her or her teammates in some time.&nbsp; He brought his hammer to bear as he stepped back where he could see all three of them easier, his voice resounding like thunder, though he did not shout.<br><br><strong>"This is not New York!&nbsp; How could I have been led astray on my journey home?"</strong><br><br>He looked right at Rogue, though he did not lower his guard to the other two.<br><br><strong>"Rogue... I ask you now, what has happened here?&nbsp; I have returned from Asgard only to find nothing but devastation and death!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 21:27:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles streets<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jakes eyes went wide at the sudden back to back display, he put his hands up dropping anything and everything he had, his map of the lay of the land hitting the ground. "Hold on! wait, wait wait! we're not enemies. We were out scouting around for those in need. This.." he gestures the the remains of the museum, "Was safe..we were here with Banshee..I was out getting food and mapping, He went out to get some air." He pushed the hand drawn map forward with his foot, keeping his hands up. <br><br>"It's so great to see you Thor..After Iron Man died...I thought all the Avengers were down and out..same with the X-men Rogue.." He moved to address Thor's question, "something or some group..I think it was called Apokalypse..it made an assult on what i guess is several plaves..capturing or killing everyone they can..Those of us that were captured were injected with something...You either died..or got powers like this.." He makes a shield out of "shadow" for everyone there to see before banishing it once more, putting his hands back up. "I'm ready to keep helping..if you'll allow us" He couldn't think of much more to say to one of the most renowned X-men, and the god of thunder himself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 07:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The young man kneeling on the ground was huge.&nbsp; As close as Rogue was it would be obvious now.&nbsp; His body was sculpted muscle that rippled under the tank top he wore.&nbsp; There was an emblem on black fabric and some small writing below that if visible would read LA County Art Museum.&nbsp; He wore some kind of dark blue fatigue pants and heavy black boots, but portions of his torso, arms and legs were wrapped with heavy strips of scrap metal that had been bent around his body, presumably for added protection. A normal man would have been crushed under its weight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The sudden arrival of Rogue causes Marcus to rise to a crouch his arms balled into fists to defend himself. <em> ‘Being able to sense movement in the ground sure as hell doesn’t help against flying people.’</em> He thought in disgust as the attractive southern belle landed nearby and startled him into fight mode. He didn’t recognize her at first mostly because his entire body told him to leap forward and knock the mutant through the nearest wall. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I hope you had fun, boys, because playtime is over."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus didn’t have time to look at Jake to see what he was doing, but since Rogue didn’t attack he simply held his ground and didn’t answer.&nbsp; Talking to attractive women was never really his forte and this was the second time one had accused him today without a second thought.&nbsp; If his parents hadn’t taught him better he would have given putting her through the wall a second thought.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>‘Just breath…’</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The wind that had settled and gone suddenly kicked up again.&nbsp; If his eyes had left the immediate threat he would have certainly been concerned at the gathering storm clouds above.&nbsp; The thunderclap shook the air around them as the swirling vortex formed between them and Rogue.&nbsp; Marcus now fully aware of the display grew concerned.&nbsp; What kind of power was this?&nbsp; He saw the large form appear within the clouds and readied himself to charge.&nbsp; The wind rushed outwards as the God of Thunder announced his presence.&nbsp; It whipped at Marcus’s face and curly hair, but he did not flinch at its force.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"I return!"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Okay, it was not very hard to mistake Thor, God of Thunder.&nbsp; Marcus lowered his fists and stood to his full height of 7 feet tall.&nbsp; Despite his shock and awe at the sight of an Asgardian he couldn’t help but think…<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> ‘Thor, God of Obvious.’</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Something is wrong... very wrong."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>‘Really?’</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The God of Thunder turned away to address the X-Woman and for the first time Marcus really saw her and not just an enemy.&nbsp; It was obvious who she was and he felt kinda dumb that he hadn’t figured it out before, but still…attractive accusatory mutant wasn’t at the top of Marcus’s favorite person list right now.&nbsp; At the moment he was content to be in the background while the heavy hitters talked it out and then Jake spoke up.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em> ‘Oh great.’</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Any potential reaction however was cut off by the damaged marquee still attached to the museum and the old speakers used for announcements.&nbsp; As the marquee sputtered and sparked briefly to life words scrolled across it and the sound of a voice familiar to some issued from the speakers...<br><br><strong>“I know you’re out there listening. Looking for hope. Hiding from those that seek to destroy you. This being, Apocalypse has committed the first offense against us, against all of us. Borders, nationalities, religions, they don’t mean anything to him. If you are alive, you are a target; but you probably know all of this already, don’t you? <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I want to tell you that hope still exists - that right now I am building an army for the grand counterattack... but I'm not. I can’t, not alone against such powerful tyranny. Every single one of us has been struck, or someone we care for has been struck. I have. But I know I have to keep going. And so do you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;We’re far from ready to come riding out of the dawn and save the planet, but soon we will be. If you can hear me, and you aren't under the control of Apocalypse, then you are a part of this too. It doesn't matter what you think about yourself or your abilities or what you can or cannot offer - you are a part of this! <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Mourn for the dead, pray for the living. That’s all we can do right now, until we are ready to strike back. To rise. To stand. To resist.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have full confidence that if all of you answer the call, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our home. To ride out this storm of war - and to outlive this menace of tyranny and violence. We are the only resistance left. You are humanity’s hope, each and every single one of you. You are the heroes now. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It may take days... it may take years... At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is what I am going to do.<br>Because I am Iron Man, and Apocalypse has not seen the last of me yet; nor has he seen the last of you. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Our vengeance is coming.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-02-2013, 19:53:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Mid-Knight, open<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br>"Thor, yah couldn't 'ave picked a better time, sugah." Like Marcus Rogue didn't have trouble identifying the newcomer. Once the dust had settled she hooked her thumbs behind the belt circling her green and yellow form hugging suit, just below the well-worn leather jacket. "What brings an Asgardian to the City of Angels?" The God of Thunder seemed congenial enough, which was no small wonder considering their previous meeting. Rogue didn't question the reasons, she was merely glad to skip awkward explanations. "Are there any other of your hometown involved?"&nbsp; Thor was bright enough; he'd know who she was referring to.<br><br>"Banshee was here?" She looked over her shoulder down the street and then raised her gaze to the skies as if he were to approach at any moment. When no Banshee appeared Rogue returned her gaze to Jake and tilted her chin in a friendly nod. "That's all good, hon, but ah ain't sure it's enough. Ain't much left of this place, that's fo' sure. "<br><br>Her green eyes dwelled on Marcus and she opened her mouth to deliver a saucy comment regarding the dark look on the tall man's face, when the speakers hiccupped and spitted out static, followed by Tony Stark's voice. Her thoughts went back to the mansion and she hoped her friends weren't among those lost. <i>Gambit</i>, she thought. The image of that thrice blasted Cajun rose before her mind's eye and she remembered his cocky smile with a pain that was almost physical. <i>No, he has to be alive, somewhere. Fighting like we are.</i><br><br>"So," Rogue drawled, heartened by the message. "Iron Man survived. Makes yah wonder who else. And what they're planning." She looked around the small group. "Anyone know where to find a working radio? If Stark's planning he'll need to know who he can count on, and where."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 04:19:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara Judy<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; The Vision<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Science Facility<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse, Hurt&amp;Harm, Blink, CLOSED <br><br></span></span><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The moment Pestilence entered the conference room she strode towards the center table that housed the holographic projector. She looked back over her shoulder. <strong>"Do not speak unless you are asked to speak. Do not fidget. Do not even breathe if you don't have to. He has very little tolerance for foolishness."</strong> She was speaking primarily towards Hurt&amp;Harm, though she did make sure to throw a sharp glare at Cackle when she said 'foolishness'. She punched in the passcode and took several steps backwards towards the assembled group of people - one of her top scientists, Hurt&amp;Harm, as well as Tangle and Cackle.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The projector flashed a red blinking light at them - indicating it had begun recording, but was still waiting on a return signal. After a minute or so of deathly quite silence, eventually the light changed to a solid blue and a hologram appeared on the opposite side of the room. The projection was massive. Apocalypse's head was nearly into the ten-foot high ceiling. In fact, the top of his forehead was cut off because it was outside of the projector's display angle. The intimidating image glared at the group and he crossed his arms when he stopped walking towards them. The muscles on his arms bulged, each limb as big as any one of them, easily.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As if it were some sort of cue, Pestilence immediately began to greet her master with fine words and a seductive flash of her eyes. Apocalypse rudely interrupted her extended greeting, "Save me your petty banter Plague. What have you accomplished?" His eyes were cold and calculating, and they were focused on Pestilence alone - despite her accompanying party. Hurt &amp; Harm were present - foolish little children, but useful.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pestilence didn't even waste the time apologizing - and with good reason, as it would have only further irritated the grey-skinned tyrant. <strong>"A new success, master. The first shipment of DNA from the Amazon and Africa have produced intriguing results."</strong> She swept her arm to the side to offer the images of Cackle and Tangle as tribute. <strong>"Tangle and Cackle. The first two successes - though the fatality rate of the new serum is substantially higher..."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse narrowed his eyes as he took in the new specimens, they looked good. They looked strong. And more importantly - they had been hand-designed, each given a specific set of animal DNA mixed in with some version of serum derived from Apocalypse' own blood. When Pestilence mentioned the higher fatality rate, he just smiled. "Perfect." He'd already amassed an incredible army, and most of his enemies had already been decimated. The world's strongest governments had been destroyed, the rest had collapsed into anarchy. Every major superhuman organization and stronghold and been hit hard and fast. There were survivors, but they were scattered and divided. However, they were no longer leaderless... Apocalypse growled slightly as he recalled something. "Set them hunting immediately. Stark has survived the initial assault - I believe he may be hiding in your region." Stark's home and original base of operations had been in California, after all. With his tech at Stark Tower in ruins, he'd have to resort to older models... though there was no telling how many secret stashes Tony had hidden around the globe. It was a start at least.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Yes Master."</strong> Solara answered obediently. She waved Cackle and Tangle off camera and then turned to regard Apocalypse again. <strong>"And what new duties would you have for myself sire?"</strong> she asked, an eager gleam in her brilliant yellow-green eyes. <strong>"I'm assuming our success on the new serum would mean that I know longer need to personally supervise it?"</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A wave of energy burst from Apocalypse then and Pestilence clutched her head and dropped to one knee, a short shout of pain barely escaped her before she managed to hold the rest in. "Never assume what my commands may be, Plague. You have served me well, don't give me reason to slight your efforts." He said coldly, hardly flinching as she was racked with his mental attack. "But you are correct..." he said with a smile, releasing her from the painful assault. "too many foolish beings dare to resist us. I would squash them out before their pitiful flame even has the chance to burn. Search out any superhumans in your area..." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Pestilence fell to the ground as another wave of pain hit her mind. "And do not think that you can hide your failures from me..." he had dug through her memories and seen the Serum survivors that she let escape. She had managed to recapture some, but two still evaded her. Apocalypse was particularly upset about Wreck's escape. He had been a worthy survivor and shown such promise among Pestilence' ranks. Now, he would have to die with the rest of them. Apocalypse took a few steps forward, standing almost directly above Plague's prone form, his body blocking several of the projector lasers and causing her image to flicker. "Find them. Kill them, and perhaps I will not follow through with the punishment that I will begin fashioning for you... Blink is coming to aid you, and to receive a FULL report. Try your best not to omit any important facts the next time around..."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Solara slowly climbed to her feet. She was shaky, and dazed for a moment; but she quickly regained her composure. <strong>"You heard him girls... we have work to do."</strong> She reached up and placed a delicate hand against her pounding forehead. <strong>"Remember that if you fail - I fail; and should I survive my deserved punishment, your own will be no-less merciful."</strong> She half-staggered over towards the projector before she clung to the table for support. She clicked off the machine and tried to stand a little taller. <strong>"Cackle and Tangle will search the city outskirts. I want the two of you to search the core. Take any resources or troops that you feel you may require."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She grimaced before forcing the remnants of pain to the back of her mind. <strong>"Your top priority is finding your wayward brother."</strong> She said with a scowl - the pain still burning behind her gaze, despite her efforts to dismiss it. <strong>"I will search for Stark with Tangle and Cackle."</strong> and with that she stalked out of the room, gaining strength with every step. Apocalypse had attacked her brutally. If it was possible to bruise or scar the mind, then he had probably done both. Solara was strong though, and had a willpower forged through decades. She would regain her composure and not disappoint the second time around. She was confident her newest creations would keep her from becoming Apocalypse's next victim. They had to. It was too soon for her to perish. There was still so much of the world yet to burn... An angry glimmer flashed in her eyes as she passed the two "pets", before she motioned for them to follow her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She would repay those insolent rebels for abandoning her to the brief - but potent - torment. Their escape had cost her... and she would ensure that it cost <em>them</em> much more.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 05:36:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Harmony.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt and Harm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Exposition Park Rose Garden<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pestilence, Cackle and Tangle<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt and Harm were filled with a nervous excitement.&nbsp; So much so that they did exactly what their stepmother told them too.&nbsp; They were still and silent throughout Apocalypse’s speech. The only indication of their mental state was the way their fingers held each other’s hand tighter when Pestilence was wracked with pain by their stepfather.&nbsp; Why would he hurt her? She had done nothing wrong.&nbsp; These questions would have to remain.&nbsp; It was clear their stepfather could read thoughts like a book and they slammed the questions shut until the hologram disappeared.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"You heard him girls... we have work to do."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes…ma’am.” The replied concerned in their minds, but not spoken.&nbsp; There stepmother wouldn’t like that.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Remember that if you fail - I fail; and should I survive my deserved punishment, your own will be no-less merciful."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This surprised the twins.&nbsp; They had never let her down before.&nbsp; Why questions them now?&nbsp; Was this because of their stepfather?&nbsp; Now the questions came.&nbsp; This did not make sense.&nbsp; The girl’s had come to learn discipline from Pestilence.&nbsp; They understood that to fail was to be punished but would she really do as she said. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>'This is not right.'<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;'No it is not.'</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I want the two of you to search the core. Take any resources or troops that you feel you may require. Your top priority is finding your wayward brother."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Their stepmother’s voice snapped them out of their heads.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>'Marcus!'</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; They had been forbidden any contact with their brother after he had been born again.&nbsp; Their stepmother had told them that it was for his own good.&nbsp; He could not do what needed to be done if he was distracted by them.&nbsp; That is what they were told and then he went missing.&nbsp; Mother was furious.&nbsp; That was only days ago.&nbsp; They had asked around on their own, but mother had found out and again forbid them to go looking for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now that had changed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Hurt and Harm nodded to their stepmother as she walked out of the room.&nbsp; Once she was gone they held each other in their arms and bounced up and down it joy.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were going to find their big brother.&nbsp; Now who to bring with them.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 22:47:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Thor's brow furrowed as he listened to what the mortal that he had not met was saying.&nbsp; All of it seemed to blur together until he mentioned that Iron Man had fallen to this "Apocalypse", at which point his eyes widened and a frown crossed his features.&nbsp; Iron Man... Dead?&nbsp; The other Avengers fallen as well?&nbsp; This could not be!&nbsp; All his friends and allies... gone while he was in Asgard protecting the realm from the Frost Giants.&nbsp; His heart felt heavy with remorse, guilt and mourning.&nbsp; The rest of the young man's words he did not hear, so disturbed was he.<br><br><strong>"No... Midgard cannot fall.&nbsp; It WILL not fall.&nbsp; By Odin's beard, I would have words with this Apocalypse.&nbsp; I shall-"</strong><br><br>He had been about to continue his thought, but suddenly, Tony's voice resounded through the speakers of the museum and Thor's heart lifted a bit.&nbsp; If Iron Man was alive, then perhaps the mortal before him was wrong about the others as well.&nbsp; He listened to the message and was indeed inspired.&nbsp; He would indeed mourn the dead, but more so, he would avenge them.&nbsp; He turned as Rogue spoke to him and he shook his head as she asked why he was in this city.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I know not whether Mjolnir has brought me here or some outside force has done so.&nbsp; I only know that I had meant to arrive in New York to reunite with my friends and allies."</strong><br><br>He shook his head as she asked about any others with him.<br><br><strong>"No.&nbsp; The other Asgardians have stayed behind to rebuild after the great battle we had with the Ice Lord, Ymir."</strong><br><br>He finally looked to the horizon, casting blue eyes over the devastation that had once been a prosperous city.&nbsp; He did not know much of anything about mortal technology, so he deigned to leave that to the others.&nbsp; He spoke solemnly as he took in the carnage.<br><br><strong>"Whatever we do, we should do it soon.&nbsp; Has anyone any idea of where this Apocalypse may be found?&nbsp; Few can withstand my might, especially if I do not hold back."</strong><br><br>His eyes narrowed.<br><br><strong>..."and with Apocalypse, I do not intend to hold back."</strong><br><br>He turned to the two that he did not know and gave them an appraising look.<br><br><strong>"You know my name, I see... by what names shall I call you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 20:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>A slgiht bit of nervousness peeled off him when they heard Iron Man's message. Between the arrival of Thor and Rogue, along with knowing Iron Man is still alive, this Apokalypse may not have had as much success against this worlds heroes as he, she,..or it thought.<br><br>Thor seemed ready for action, something that Jake was happy to hear. "I don't have any fancy code name, I'm just Jake. I might still be learning more about my powers every time i use them, but I would be honored to fight along side the god of thunder ,and one of the legendary X-men..Or should i say X-Woman?." Jake laughed, if only to himself, trying to make a joke in the dark times they were in.<br><br>Jake was a little star struck, and really trying to soak it all up. "I don't know where the big-bad is, but I know where one of his big bases of operations are.." He points in the direction of the university with a&nbsp; fresh formed shadow-sword, a purpleish glow about the weapon, "Where I escaped from, the University of Southern California. I would like to have some words my self, and I will use all my power to the end of this with you guys."<br><br>A fiery determination could be heard in Jake's voice. "I don't think Mjolnir made a mistake. I think it brought you to help right the wrongs here and gain some new allies. Once We clean up here, I will continue on with you to New York, because I have every intention of fighting, to the end, whatever that may be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 01:52:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br><br><br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“There might be one in the museum.&nbsp; Inside is pretty intact and still stable from what I can tell.&nbsp; There are some rooms, storage and stuff.&nbsp; There could be one there.” Marcus unclenched his hands and answered Rogue in his deep sonorous voice.&nbsp; He went respectfully quiet as the older heroes spoke and only answered when Thor directed his question towards Jake and himself.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Marcus Magnusson.”&nbsp; He answered.&nbsp; Marcus was known by another name, but he did not speak of it now.&nbsp; They were so gun-ho to fight.&nbsp; He understood.&nbsp; He would like nothing more to take all of the anger, frustration and pain he felt out on Pestilence and her mutants and find the thing called Apocalypse and make him hurt, but he had something to lose as well.&nbsp; He knew the magnitude of what they were up against and the number of Pestilence’s forces had undoubtedly grown since he had gone rogue.&nbsp; He was sure that these people had lost loved ones and friends, but Marcus could still save his sisters and he was not ready to jeopardize their lives in a suicidal frontal assault.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Jake’s right.&nbsp; The main force is stationed on the USC Campus, but there were cells throughout the city.&nbsp; The thing called Apocalypse is not here.&nbsp; His…” Marcus fumbled with the word…he was no military man. “…captain?&nbsp; Leader?&nbsp; The woman that runs things is called Pestilence.&nbsp; She directs everything here.”&nbsp; The thoughts of Pestilence brought back memories that made Marcus’s blood run cold.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Going to the campus would be suicide.”&nbsp; He said it with no drama.&nbsp; It was fact, plain and simple.&nbsp; “Even if it wasn’t, she holds countless hostages that she will not hesitate to kill at the first hint of an attack from the outside.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He knew telling them this held risks, but if he was going to help his sisters and the rest of those still held on campus he was going to need help.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 17:52:17</strong>
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				"Big boy's right, guys," Rogue said. She leaned against a broken wall and crossed an arm over her stomach, fingers hooking behind the belt on the hip. "We don't know what's going on in there. Or how many mutants that Pestilence gal got to help 'er. Ah ain't no scared cat but ah like mah odds better than this." Her keen, green eyes found Marcus. "Sounds like you know the most of what's going on, Marcus. Anything else yah can tell us? Where the captives are held, maybe?"<br><br>She waved a hand towards the now silent speakers. "We need to find out all we can. Cuz that message is gonna spark a response. Ah figure this Apocalypse and his sweethearts ain't gonna sit on their hands while we get organized. So, we need to decide. What can we do here, or do we have to go. Find Iron Man and team up? Personally, ah'm don't like leaving what few people survived down here to the likes of Pestilence and whatever else they got. But if we stay 'n fight, we gonna need a plan."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 08:27:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br><br><br><br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m not going anywhere.&nbsp; Pestilence has my sisters and until they are safe and Pestilence is gone, I am not leaving my home.”&nbsp; Marcus stated quietly.&nbsp; The rest of them could stay or go.&nbsp; This fight was obviously more than just Los Angeles and if he would go it alone if he had too.&nbsp; Thor and Rogue were heroes. They had a world to think of.&nbsp; The only people Marcus had left were his sisters, he would never leave without them safe.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He knew he had to tell them everything.&nbsp; It was the right thing to do. If his father were still alive it would be what he would have done.&nbsp; The big man gave a sign of resignation and nodded his head.&nbsp; He did know more.&nbsp; Not much more, but maybe it would be enough and maybe Jake could fill in any recent gaps.&nbsp; It had been days since he had been to the Campus.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“Let’s go inside.&nbsp; Maybe we can find a radio or something.&nbsp; I’ll tell you what I can.” He said turning towards the half derelict Art Museum.&nbsp; The tall man ducked to get through the hole in the wall that led inside, the others would be able to make it through with ease, at least the ceiling inside was high.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept an even his super stamina was beginning to wane some.&nbsp; He pried away the twisted junk metal around his body with his hands and let it drop to the floor with a series of loud bangs. The lightened load didn’t help much, but it did help.&nbsp; He found a nearby pile of fallen wall to lean up against and waited for the others to come inside before he spoke.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I know all of this stuff because I was given Judgement weeks ago.&nbsp; I think I was one of the first around here, but I can’t be sure.&nbsp; Only two of us survived out of the twenty of us that were given the injection.”&nbsp; The memories were too painful for the young man to delve into so he skipped the details of how the school bus he had been on had been taken and the warehouse and the transformation.&nbsp; &nbsp;That rate hasn’t improved much from what I can tell.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The one like me that survived were split up into groups of anywhere from about four to eight or ten.&nbsp; We were lead by a mutant.&nbsp; I do not know where they came from.&nbsp; The leader of my squad was called Jigsaw.&nbsp; I think he was from Chicago or something.&nbsp; Had an accent.&nbsp; I hate that accent.”&nbsp; Marcus hated the man too, but that much was obvious by how he spoke.&nbsp; Most of the other Judgement victims were given things, gear…whatever, to enhance their changes.&nbsp; They weren’t the same after it either.&nbsp; My friend Tony was different.&nbsp; He was changed, like all of it made sense and was a grand idea or something.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I don’t know why it didn’t have the same effect on me, but it didn’t.&nbsp; I’m sure they would have killed me, but Pestilence brought my sisters to me.&nbsp; Told me do exactly what she tells me to do or she’ll kill them.”&nbsp; Marcus looks up for the first time since he started speaking.&nbsp; There are actual tears in his eyes.&nbsp; “What was I supposed to do?”&nbsp; He asked not really expecting an answer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 15:49:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Thor listened to what the others said with a grim look on his features.&nbsp; He didn't like the idea of not taking the fight directly to Apocalypse.&nbsp; He was an Asgardian of action, yet he had learned over the years in his time with the Avengers that sometimes discretion is the better idea.&nbsp; He still didn't like it, however.&nbsp; Sighing, he nodded to them and spoke again.<br><br><strong>"Very well.&nbsp; We will go inside for now."</strong><br><br>He looked at Jake as he told of his story and shook his head.<br><br><strong>"I am sorry for what you have had to endure... but we will save your sisters if we can.&nbsp; That I swear."</strong><br><br>He paused.<br><br><strong>"All must have a battle name, friend Jake.&nbsp; You are a knight of Midgard.&nbsp; I think perhaps the name Mid Knight may suit you well."</strong><br><br>He glanced at Marcus.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>..."and perhaps 'Titan' for your friend?"</strong><br><br>Suddenly growing serious, he looked to Rogue, the only one here that he had any sort of familiarity with.&nbsp; Pestilence sounded like the foe they would have to defeat first, and he was certain that he was up to the task.&nbsp; He began to walk into the museum, wary of any enemies about.<br><br><strong>"We must be cautious.&nbsp; This is no longer a city of Midgard, but instead a battlefield.&nbsp; Perhaps it will once again become a city, but we must defeat this Pestilence at the very least first.&nbsp; We will speak more once inside."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 10:56:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr>Jake didn't think he would be special enough to get a fancy code name like all the other powered heroes of the world, but Thor was quick to issue him a name. Mid-Knight. It had a ring to it, especially with how he was using his powers. In his view too though, once does not get offered a name by a god and turn it down. "That sounds great, Thor, a name worth fighting alone side the god of thunder and the uncanny x-woman, and put that all with Titan? They wont want to fuck with us after were done making a plan. Maybe we can get Iron Man to come here? or someone? Cyclops?" He said looking to Rogue, wondering if she had any idea if hes still around and about.<br><br>As they headed inside, Jake picked up his large bag, "If anyone is hungry, I got a bunch of food to choose from when we get inside." Once they did get inside, he looked fora campus map of USC, and started marking what he knew on it, laying out next to it the recently marked map of the area. "I'll mark out what i got, and you can mark what you got, hopefully between the two of us we can get a pretty complete map, and with that a plan of attack."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 00:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus shook his head.&nbsp; “Thanks, but I’m just Marcus.” He didn’t feel like a hero, he was just a guy in a bad situation with worse choices.&nbsp; “If you need a name, call me Wreck.&nbsp; My friends called me that.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He had gained the nickname playing linebacker in high school and his teammates, God rest their souls, referred to him as Wreck as much as they had Marcus.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus gladly accepted a protein bar and a soda from Jake.&nbsp; It wasn’t until the guy had offered that he realized how hungry he was.&nbsp; Guilt and worry had been gnawing at him for so long he was now starving.&nbsp; He glanced at Jake’s map as the guy wrote down everything he could remember about the USC Campus.&nbsp; Marcus hadn’t spent much time there, but he had transferred prisoners to the Campus just after it had been captured.&nbsp; He did know some of what Pestilence had planned for it and relayed that information.&nbsp; Things like confirming the labs and holding area.&nbsp; He also noted as much as he could about planned lookout and check points.&nbsp; Luckily it was a University Campus and not a fort.&nbsp; It wasn’t really created for defense, though he knew Pestilence would have set up some surprises and the mutants themselves would be daunting enough.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Pestilence was experimenting for a better formula, I know that much.&nbsp; If she has succeeded the new mutants could be much more dangerous and loyal to her, but if Jake and I could fight off the effects there could be others too.&nbsp; I can’t just run around killing everyone we meet.&nbsp; There has to be others that can be saved.”&nbsp; He said wondering how well that thought would be received by the God of thunder and the others.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 22:44:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Thor walked fully inside, glancing about with the awareness of an Asgardian warrior born.&nbsp; Mjolnir still at his side, he shook his head as the food was offered.&nbsp; He had partaken in a bountiful feast in Asgard in celebration of their victory against the frost giants and Ymir, so he did not feel the need to eat, nor would he for several weeks.&nbsp; Asgardian feasts kept one sustained for quite some time.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"No thank you.&nbsp; I will be fine for now... you should conserve what food you have."</strong><br><br>He tried not to think of how things may have been different if he had opted not to partake in the feast and revelry... if he had instead returned home earlier.&nbsp; Perhaps he could have saved some of the people whose lives were claimed in the initial assault... he shuddered to think how many of his friends had not made it.&nbsp; He wondered if the good Captain had survived.&nbsp; He certainly hoped so.&nbsp; Glancing toward Marcus, he gave him a simple nod.&nbsp; If he wished to be known as Wreck, then Wreck he shall be called.<br><br><strong>"If there are those we can save, then we shall save them... even if it from themselves.&nbsp; Pestilence and Apocalypse will receive no such mercy from me."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 20:36:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; LA<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Mid-Knight, Thor<br></span></span><hr><br>Rogue shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands. "Ah don't know, sugah; the Professor hasn't been in touch. Ah figure he's spread us 'round, and help where we can. Cyclops could be anywhere. As for Iron Man." Her lips quirked in a half-smile. "Ah'm thinking he'll be busy 'nuff fo' sure with that transmission 'n all. Won't be counting on him to help us out down 'ere. In fact, I don't think we should count on getting help any time soon. Unless we can get them from the prisoners." <br><br>She strolled inside with the others and leaned in the doorway, her hip against what was left the framework. The food was declined with a little shake of her head. "I'm good but thank you, hon. Reminds me we might want to take stock at the supermarkets. Ah doubt the KFC's gonna reopen any time soon."<br><br>As far as plans went, Rogue found she had little to contribute. Marcus' tale fueled her drive for action, but common sense told her no. "Any chance of you sketching us a map, Wreck?" It was a name as good as any other. Colossus, Beast or Wreck; she'd learned that names like that usually fit the content pretty well. "Ah hate the thought of going in there, and ah'd hate it even more going in blind." Her solemn gaze trailed towards the broken window and she stared at the scant light streaming in. "We're too few to take them head on. Might have been different if we had more information, but we don't know what all that judgment virus can do. Or how many mutants Pestilence has created. Maybe we can make a stand if they're coming for us, but fighting on their ground... Ah don't like it, guys."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 00:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr>"Here I have a map of the nearby area. We can scavenge for supplies here, here, and here." Jake started circling points on his map. "Whatever info we can get from you Marcus would be great. For now though, i think we could try and spring some prisoners out, a few at a time. Since its only just us. Unless they updated something, i know pretty much the whole prison block and outer defenses. We should also try and see if we can get a hold of Iron Man. If he could get to us, we some how could probably get to him."<br><br>Jake was just tossing out ideas at this point. "I need to mess around with these powers more too, find out exactly what are my limits..and what can I really do?" He stepped towards Thor and Rogue before dissipating in front of them and reappearing behind them, it looked almost akin to teleportation or some kind of phasing. He stepped back the same way, reappearing in front of them. "Maybe you guy could help me figure it out?" The more he learned about his shadowy powers, the stronger he would be. "While we talk, who wants some canned beans?, maybe help me get a fire going too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 18:07:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wreck <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor’s thirst for revenge against Pestilence and Apocalypse resonated with the Marcus.&nbsp; Judgement victims were just that, victims.&nbsp; If they could be helped they weren’t the hero’s obligated to do so?&nbsp; The same couldn’t be said for Pestilence and Apocalypse.&nbsp; There was no helping the architects of this atrocity and Marcus would shed no tears over their lives.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Marcus nodded his head and went about filling in as many details as he could. The young man may not have been the best or the brightest student in school but he had a good memory for things he had done or places he had been.&nbsp; It was probably why he, like his father, enjoyed working with his hands.&nbsp; Once he plodded his way through something he didn’t do it a second time with ease. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Once the group had entered the Museum and settled, if somewhat uneasily into their current discussion Marcus had begun to let his guard down some.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but glance at Thor and Rogue from time to time making sure they were truly there.&nbsp; Sure his gaze fell upon Rogue more often, but that was to be expected.&nbsp; Her ease and confidence made her more attractive in person than on television.&nbsp; He never let his gaze linger or roam, it would have been impolite and so he found himself looking at Jake’s map and what information he could add to it.&nbsp; It wasn’t until Jake offered food that Marcus once again spoke.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “No thank you.” He said to Jake’s offer having already partaken of the energy bars Jake had offered earlier.&nbsp; “Would you toss me a bottle of water though?” He was very thirsty.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 18:20:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Thor stood nearby, watching the group as they conversed.&nbsp; In truth he wanted nothing more than to take the fight to Apocalypse himself and see how he measured up to the son of Odin.&nbsp; He glanced to Rogue as she spoke of not knowing the fate of many of the X-Men.&nbsp; This was indeed a dark day.&nbsp; Then the Midgard Knight spoke again and Thor offered a nod in return to his idea.<br><br><strong>"Aye.&nbsp; Freeing some of the prisoners sounds like a good place to begin.&nbsp; If you truly know where this prison is located, then I believe that should be our next goal."</strong><br><br>When he spoke of his powers and effectively teleported through shadow, Thor nodded again, rather impressed by the display, even if it did remind him of the dark elves.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Impressive.&nbsp; I'm sure you will master your abilities soon enough.&nbsp; I'm not sure a fire is a good idea, though.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, I think perhaps we should get moving somewhere else very soon, lest my thunder and lightning display before leads the wrong people to this area."</strong><br><br>Thor was no coward, of course... he was thinking about those with him.&nbsp; He thirsted for battle, but the safety of the denizens of Midgard came first.&nbsp; He looked at the one who called himself Wreck and noted that after he disclosed what he knew, he was rather silent.&nbsp; It was to be expected he supposed after witnessing such devastation and death.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 14:03:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; LA<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Mid-Knight, Thor<br></span></span><hr><br>"Speak for yourself, Sugah," Rogue thumped her fist against the palm of her hand. "Ah wouldn't mind if some nosy ne'er-do-well came over to investigate. Ah fo' sure have some questions I wouldn't mind some answers for." <br><br>She'd watched Jake's display with a wistful expression. His actions reminded her of Kitty and her thoughts drifted to the young X-man. Where was Shadowcat? If she had survived the initial attack, Rogue felt sure one of the senior X-men would keep an eye on her. Just as they would protect any of their students. "Ah knew... know a girl with a talent that looks a lot like yours, hon." She remarked. "Practise makes perfect, just don't get stuck in a wall." A faint smile curved. Warnings hardly ever helped with that young folk. They'd try and push their boundaries and, no doubt 'bout it, go too far. It was what life was all about; exploring your limits. "On second thought, just go ahead 'n try, sugah. Thor, myself or big boy over here can bust yah out if yah get stuck."<br><br>Her smile faded when her attention shifted towards Marcus. "If yah know the locations, and somewhat of their security, ah'd be all for busting their prisoners out. Ah can't imagine what they must be going through. And 'ere ah thought Sinister was the crazy one 'bout DNA and all, looks like these boys take the cake. 'Bout time we took their candy away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 02:39:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/Domino2b.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Neena Thurman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Domino<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wolverine, ...<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Neena sat in the pilot's chair, a look of annoyance creasing her white skin face. She was still very annoyed, in fact pissed the hell off would describe it better but she had been outvoted, out shouted and then worst Dickhead had turned the tables and drugged her. She had awoke on the Quinjet in a rear seat and found Logan at the controls. Controls that had been 'locked' in by Stark and headed for Los Angles as an advance team to link with any resistance there. <br><br>Neena had basically commandeered the pilot seat and watched as the hours ticked off. At about 20 miles from the coast ++Releasing autopilot, numerous radar sweeps detected but all seem localized and sweeping inland. Detecting an Avenger comm at 21.879 miles and an X-man Comm at the same location++ This voice was more modulated and not as smooth as the one used for Jarvis<br><br><hr><br><strong>Five Hours earlier:</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/AH-64D20Apache20Longbow_3_zps13d85dc1.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/800px-SH-60B_Seahawk_zps81a23e37.jpg)</div>Neena and Wolverine had begun the recon and checking on the down DiamondBack when huge yellow explosions light up the dark night sky. She had whirled leveling her pistols and scanning the area. The explosions were clearly from near Tokyo and were the type from heavy munitions. As she wondered what was happening Jarvis was heard from within the tunnel ++I have detected three low flying objects....they appear to be American Marine Helicopters circling at 19.87 miles they are using down seeking radar and appear to be searching for something...++<br><br>Decisions were made and the Helios directed in, a full marine force recon platton with heavy weapons deployed and linked the safe house up with a navy group at sea. The forces had attacked the main Judgement serum center destroying it and the holding area nearby, which cut heavily into the enemy being able to turn more humans. <br><br>Neena had not wanted to abandon Stark even when the Marines had deployed and more were on the way. She had not noticed him chatting with a medic privately and before she realized what had happened she was drugged.<br><br><hr><br>She took over the co-pliots chair as Logan dropped into the pilots, he was a better pilot after all. Neena's finger's danced over the various panels linking both comm units, "Heads Up people, This Is Domino and Wolverine, we are inbound eta 7 minutes. You have radar scanning 3/4 of mile southwest from your location. We are meeting at Co-ordinates linked to your comms. Be careful. Good Luck. Domino Out!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bludmagnus</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 11:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/SKO112.jpg) </div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;James Logan Howlett<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wolverine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Domino, Any Resistance or Humanity member nearby<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br><br>I just hope our arrival will be as much fun as the departure from Tokyo...<br><br>Logan muttered that under his breath, with more than just a bit of sarcasm in his tone.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had not been fond of the way that Stark had gotten Domino aboard the Ouinjet, but it was what it was.&nbsp; At the moment, the Jet was coming closer to the West Coast, and he was really itching for a fight but knew that first they had to get in touch with anyone and everyone that would be there when they got there in seven minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was checking the controls, very pleased that they were going to be home but also weary of what they would find.&nbsp; He was in one of his favorite suits, armed and ready do go depending on the situation.&nbsp; That was not going to change for a long time, he could tell.&nbsp; He nodded to Domino, feeling that at the moment words were best only used when they were on the ground and with others on their side.&nbsp; &nbsp;His hands on the controls, when they needed to be, were with a practiced touch and a deft look at all of the readouts as they got ever closer to Los Angeles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 21:13:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue<br><br></span></span><hr>He promptly tossed one of the bottled waters, then offering Rogue and Thor one, if they wanted it. Thor had a point though. Thor's arrival into any scene was less than subtle, his lightning like arrivals were the stuff of myths and legends. Such a display may draw forward this Apokalypse himself. Why? Jake was no idiot, he saw a sort of pattern, based on what the various Xmen and Avenger reaction's He focused on critical targets before targeting humanity. The whole world watched what appeared to be Iron Man explode into oblivion. An aim at hope for the Earth. No doubt he would want to snuff a god, and keep the human will to fight broken.<br><br>"We should move, but stay in the area..some high ground. That way we could see what they send to investigate. The size of the investigation could tell us just how well we <em>can</em> hide anymore. Worst case scenario, they KNOW it was you.." He gestures to Thor, " And they break out the big guns, or maybe even the big guy himself may come looking for you. either way, lets move east, stick to the side roads.. that way we can be in a closer vicinity to campus and see what we can manage.."<br><br>Jake then opened a bottled water for himself and took a long hard swig, gulping down a&nbsp; quarter of the bottle as he started to move. "We can also grab some supplies form here along the way." He says as he gestures to a marked point on the map. As they walk, his eyes cant help but wander over Rogue. He was still a young man, and Rogue was one that really lassoed the hormones in. Her southern drawl was a perfect level of attractive with her physique. He couldn't help but softly grin when he heard her speak.<br><br>His eyes then wandered over to the awe-inspiring display of Thor's own physique. He brought a&nbsp; new definition to the phrase "what a hunk". His eyes though lingered on the legendary hammer. What power was there? could he even lift it? He heard many legends about Thor's hammer. One said the pure of heart could lift it, one aid only the god of thunder could. Either way, he walked so they were more or less all together, no one ahead of the other, making sure he kept the map and bag with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 22:37:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/JustapoorboyA.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Dr. Robert Bruce Banner<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> The Incredible Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity, mostly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, near Wilshire<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Thor, Rogue, Mid-Knight<br></span></span><hr>*Translated from Spanish<br><br>*”How much further? We can’t keep up this pace, my friend.”&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a small group of survivors, people who had not been killed in the initial attacks.. or yet rounded up by the troops of Apocalypse. Survivors, and they wish to stay that way.&nbsp; *”There are lots of buildings here. We can hide in one of them for the night. In the morning, we can move again. Is that okay with everyone?”&nbsp; &nbsp; The man leading the way looks back towards the group of 6 people, and all of them nod in agreement. 5 of them are of Mexican descent, and can’t speak English well. And the 6th, he is clearly American. But apparently understands Spanish. He hasn’t said much, in fact some of the others of the group have made comment on how… sheepish he is. Almost distant. But there’s a good reason why he’s in the group, he’s a doctor. A real doctor, and that is of use. <br><br>The small group has found it’s way to Wilshire boulevard, and all of them are simply saddened by what they have seen so far. So much destruction.. so much death. And all of them, regrettably, know there is only more to come. So, they stay together for now.&nbsp; *”If I may.. where will we go when the morning comes? Do we have any thoughts on that?”&nbsp; &nbsp;the American asks in a soft, unassuming tone. The defacto leader of the group shakes his head as they continue down the street, keeping to the sidewalk as much as possible.&nbsp; &nbsp; *”I know it’s a long way off, but I really think we should head south. Get out of the country if we can. In Mexico, I’m sure there are more survivors. We go there, maybe find more people.” <br><br>They continue down Wilshire Boulevard, all of them noticing the mostly destroyed restaurants. The American amongst them motions towards a pharmacy that seems mostly intact. But of course everything seems abandoned. It’s almost eery, like a ghost town.&nbsp; *”We should get water and food there.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The leader nods and pats the American on the shoulder, appreciating his keen sense of observation. And the fact he’s kind of been advising him ever since they met a couple days ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;*”Yes, we’ll get what we need and then move on. I don’t think this is a good place to stop.” So as one they move towards the pharmacy, and they break the front window out. The American feels bad about looting like this.. but it’s not like they’re trying to take a television or something. It’s things they need. And candy. <br>About a half hour passes, and they are on their way once more, heading east down Wilshire boulevard. Only a few minutes pass, and one of them thinks they see movement up ahead. The American stays utterly calm, but the others start to panic a little.&nbsp; &nbsp;*”Is it them? The killers?” &nbsp;The leader shakes his head as he squints, trying to make out anything in the darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp;*”I can’t see.. I’ll go look. Rest of you stay here till I say it’s okay.” &nbsp;Reluctantly the rest of the group stays behind, and the leader sprints towards the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Once he’s close, well he can’t make out a lot. But one thing does stand out to him as he spies on the group there. A man in a large red cape, holding a hammer.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Madre de Dios..” &nbsp;he whispers. He might not be from around here, but he easily recognizes the mighty Thor. From across the street, he now moves quickly towards the museum, and he motions his group that it’s okay. They all start towards the museum now as one, cautiously though. The leader of the group, his name Cesar, stops quite a ways from the group gathered, his hands up. He speaks in a pleaing tone, his English broken by his Spanish accent.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Please, do not turn us away too. We need somewhere to sleep.. I recognize you, Mr. Thor. Please, we just need help, we are going south.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The rest of his group starts to come into view, and Cesar motions to them.&nbsp; “Look, we can earn our keep. One of my good friends is a doctor!”&nbsp; He says with a pleased smile. <br><br>And the said doctor now steps forward, not yet seeing who Cesar is speaking to. He is the American, and instantly Thor would recognize him as Dr. Bruce Banner. He speaks as he gets to the front of the small group.&nbsp; “Yes, I’m a doctor. Does anyone nee-d—h—elp….”&nbsp; &nbsp; His voice stumbles, and then falls away as he stares wide eyed, seeing now Thor, whom he recognizes. He also recognizes Rogue, but Thor much moreso. <br><br>This is really what he wanted to avoid. Seeing any of them. He wanted to remain invisible.. but now that’s not possible..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 17:54:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue, Bruce and Company<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The Asgardian god of thunder stood on the periphery of the gathered group in the interior of the museum, listening to them speak and plan.&nbsp; He nodded at Rogue's assertions, though he did not know offhand who she spoke of when she compared Mid Knight's powers to another's... perhaps one of her X-Men teammates.&nbsp; Thor offered Mid Knight a polite shake of his head at the offered water bottle.&nbsp; He would be fine in terms of water and sustenance for some time.&nbsp; He didn't like the idea of hiding, as Mid Knight seemed to be suggesting, but again, he had to put the safety of the others before his want to revel in glorious battle.<br><br><strong>"If this Apocalypse were to come himself, I would welcome the battle and the victory"... <br></strong><br>He spoke confidently, as though the outcome of such a battle was not in question.&nbsp; He had defeated the likes of Ymir and Ulik... even Kurse and the Destroyer!<br><br><strong>..."but I must put those feelings aside for the sake of all of you.&nbsp; I will die if needs be to safeguard you and what remains of this world."<br></strong><br>He had been about to say something else when he heard the sound of another behind them.&nbsp; He spun around, his crimson cape billowing a bit as he did so.&nbsp; He did not see a foe, however.&nbsp; Instead he saw a human who was pleading with him for assistance.&nbsp; He relaxed a bit as he regarded the man and offered him a nod.<br><br><strong>"Aye, we will assist you.&nbsp; You say you have a doctor?"<br></strong><br>He did not mention that he still retained the medical training he had from his time spent in the identity of Donald Blake.&nbsp; Instead, he stepped forward and moved to greet the man who stepped out to introduce himself.<br><br><strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, doctor.&nbsp; I"-<br></strong><br>He stopped, his eyes lighting up in recognition and a smile broadened across his face.<br><br><strong>"Bruce!&nbsp; It seems fortune smiles on all of us this day.&nbsp; I have not seen you in some time."<br></strong><br>He stopped then as he remembered the situation they found themselves in with Apocalypse.&nbsp; His smile faded.<br><br><strong>"My friend... a great ill has befallen Midgard.&nbsp; A being calling himself 'Apocalypse' seems to have devastated the entire world.&nbsp; I was away when it happened, but now that I have returned, we plan on wreaking vengeance on him for all the pain and death he has caused.&nbsp; I would be honored to fight by your side again."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 05:02:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/78022272-2612-4f60-b165-8039a2cf40e7_zps486e8b9a.jpg) </div><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Demolisher<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Recruitable<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Sunset Boulevard<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> The Chameleon, Open<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>A ruined grocery store: Longveggity, Sunset Boulevard (3.9 mi)</em><br><br>The aisles were littered with cans, crushed stale chips, bags and plastic ware. The mouth of a register was agape, depleted of dollars, coins, and even pennies. The electricity had long been shut off, bathing the store in shadow. The sun pouring through the glass walls and windows partially illuminated the rows of tilted shelves and spoiled food. Maggots bubbled from a smashed jar of salsa and flies danced, buzzing like a swarm of bees. The odor that leaked from the place was putrid, and while most stayed away from any smell that resembled death, one man found shelter amongst the rubbish.<br><br>His left cheek was round and bulging, having been crammed full of beef teriyaki jerky. Like a wad of bubblegum, he chewed the dried meat while his hands busied over a can of pear halves. He worked the can, turning it until he was able to pop the lid free. The lid flipped into his lap as he brought the can to his lips and without hesitation began to suck down a pear. Fruit juice and preservatives rolled in streams from the corners of his mouth to drizzle upon a white, cotton T-shirt he had managed to pilfer from one of the stores. He, was Jason Hendrickson, known best as Hendricks by fellow Marines.<br><br>Hendricks had just escaped Hell after learning that his mutant ability the crazy scientists had awakened in him, allowed him to explode his way to freedom. Apocalypse's goons had imprisoned him beneath a titanium container that acted as a blast shield for those working in the lab. No one could have predicted that after injecting him with the Judgment serum that his mutant power would make him a walking time bomb. The former Marine was filthy, having not had the liberty to shower in weeks or perhaps even a month and smelling of pungent smoke. His black hair was splayed in an unkempt mess, adding another dollar to the jar of his homeless appeal. He didn't know what day it was for his first priority once he had escaped was to fill his aching belly.<br><br>It was luck that Hendricks managed to make a getaway. Forced to stay conscious and endure endless persuasion to join the Dark Side, he had been days from cracking. It had been his last rage and craze-induced explosion that had him realize that the floor of his containment hadn't been as sturdy as the lid. His countless detonations, benign in his poor condition, had cracked the floor. The cold air of a sewer - or at the time, he wasn't sure what was beneath him - had stroked his back like a lover, arousing his desperation to break out. Hell hadn't allowed him to escape so freely for on his tail was a demon from his past. A man warped by the serum, crushed and molded from the hands of random genetic fuckery into a monster. His name was Nathan Braly, a battle buddy of Hendricks who adopted his new powers as a freakish blessing than a curse. He was now known as the Chameleon.<br><br><em>Crunch...</em><br><br>Hendricks instantly became still, his eyes like an alert deer as he tuned into his surroundings, his lips still kissing the rim of the can and the juice still dripping freely upon his damp chest.<br><br><em>Crunch...</em><br><br>Chips; someone or something was in the store. Most of the trash that was on the floor had been a deliberate tactic to warn him if anyone or anything had trespassed into his zone of paranoia.<br><br><em>Crackle...Heeeeee~ndriiiii~cks</em><br><br><em>Fuck,</em> the Marine mentally cursed. Setting the can down quietly, he picked up the lid that was in his lap and placed it next to the can. Rising quickly to his feet, he traced the path he had made through the litter to the backdoors of the storage room. Swiftly and light-footed, Hendricks stole for the door, carefully passing through it. When the doors swung closed behind him, he charged down the warehouse aisle, arms swinging to power his sprint. Just before he reached the dim EXIT sign, the doors behind him burst open. A loud slap sounded against Hendricks's back, shoving him forward off his feet. He slammed against the exit doors before he was jerked back onto the floor and dragged as though on a zip chord. Gritting his teeth from the lingering pain, his boot heels scraped and dragged across the dusty floor as he tried to stop himself to no avail. Glancing to his right and left, he managed to roll and snag one of the steel bars of the storage shelves and he clung to it with all of his might. His feet swung behind him, his body going taut and aloft as the invisible rope attempted to yank him free.<br><br><em>Come on, you stubborn shit!</em><br><br>"Fuck you!" Hendricks roared.<br><br>Suddenly, materializing out of thin air was a pink, slimy rope stretching thinly past the storage doors. The bulbous end of the tongue had expanded against the Marine's back, and he could feel the muscles flexing stretching as the pink matter continued to expand gripping his sides like an amorphous blob. If he didn't react soon, the acid imbued in the mutant's saliva would eat through his shirt to his flesh. And he had just gotten new clothes after his last detonation had incinerated them.<br><br>Hendricks's eyes gleamed, becoming engulfed in a fiery light that began to glow brightly from behind his teeth. From his head down to his toes, a fire passed through his veins, highlighting them as they shown like rivers against his creamy skin. Releasing one hand from the bar, he grasped the tongue, gripping it tightly as he turned his body toward the doors. Demolisher held onto the support, resisting the violent tugs at his being. When he felt he had held on long enough, he released the bar and went soaring like a projectile from a sling shot through the doors.<br><br>The Chameleon's maw drooped in fright when he saw the radiating Marine, flying toward him like a man on fire. His tongue quickly released him and the creature vanished behind its invisible cloak.</span></span><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>KABOOM! MOTHER FUCKER!</em></span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">An explosion rocked Sunset Boulevard, sending sleeping vehicles into a screaming state of alarm as glass, brick, wood, and burning trash rained upon the street and the nearby buildings. The small, grocery store went up in a shroom of fire and smoke that continued to fiercely blaze.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 07:30:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Haley.jpg) </div><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Harmony.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Haley and Harmony Magnusson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hurt and Harm<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue, Thor<br></span></span><hr>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/Doberman.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘I can’t believe it’s actually him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘I know, right? He looks sad.’<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘He always looks sad.&nbsp; It’s why they all liked him.&nbsp; Big, strong, moody type.’<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Okay, he looks sadder, then.’<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Well he hasn’t seen us in a month.&nbsp; I’d be sad too if I couldn’t see us.’<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘True.’<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;‘Let’s go put a smile on his face.’<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Okay Doberman.&nbsp; Okay Huntsman, send in the hounds.” Haley spoke to the sleek black form next to her.&nbsp; The figure rose from the rubble it was crouching behind and an eerie howl splits the night.&nbsp; The two young ladies faded back from view.&nbsp; Huntsman and the rest had their orders.&nbsp; Marcus was to be left to them and was not to be permanently harmed.&nbsp; The rest could be torn limb to limb for all Pestilence cared.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Out from the shadows near the ragtag group of heroes slinked the growling forms of LA’s lost and forgotten canines.&nbsp; Foam laden mouths twisted in rabid snares as they stalked towards the openings in the Museum walls.&nbsp; A second howl and the dogs charged forward as the humanoid figure of the Huntsman leap from the rocks to land in the small clearing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Razorwire, Clash and Mung, mutants of varied sizes and shapes scrambled out of hiding as the giant mutant Ogre picked up two ton chunk of concrete and lobbed it like a catapult towards the nearest museum wall.&nbsp; Frostbite and Frag remained hidden biding their time for a clear or relatively clear shot to bring their powers to bear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 10:35:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/4378/xmenl35.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Wolverine, Mid-Knight, Thor, Marcus, Bruce Banner, Ogre, Zarda<br></span></span><hr><br>When Jake gestures to Thor, Rogue finds herself smiling. The young man isn’t wrong, not at all, but she’s tired of waiting, tired of hearing tales of woe and being unable to strike back. The thought of ‘running’ jars with everything the X-men stand for. And even if <i>she</i> went along with it, they might have to drag Thor with them in chains. Not to mention Marcus, the more-often-than-not silent guy who has her unspoken support. If it had been any of the X-men in there, she’d feel the same way.<br><br>At Jake’s comment regarding Apocalypse’s forces having noticed Thor’s arrival she heads to a hole in the wall; formerly the hole had been a window, but it’d be a gross exaggeration to describe it as such now. She glances out into the street and looks back over her shoulder at the others. “Ah won’t be complaining fo’ sure if the big boys come knocking, sugah,” she comments. “It’d sure save us a day and a half trying to get into that fortress down there. ‘sides, ah reckon ah’m not the only one who’d like to show ‘m how I feel ‘bout all they’ve done.” One corner of her mouth curled upwards as she regarded Thor. The God of Thunder had made it no secret that he was eager for battle. With his support, as well as Jake and Marcus, she thought they stood a good chance against Apocalypse’s forces. As long as they didn’t have to beat their defence systems as well.<br><br>Her train of thought is interrupted when her comm link flares, signalling an incoming call. For a sweet second she falls silent and stares down at her chest. Hope and caution war for precedence in Rogue’s green eyes as she taps the com. “Rogue here.”<br><br>Her smile widens when the message is relayed. “Domino!” The name sounds like a cheer. “And Logan too!” Rogue looks over to the door when someone calls out. “Hold on a second, hon. Looks like we got us some company.” She listens briefly to the conversation between Cesar and the others, and then returns to her conversation with Domino. “Fugitives, looks like. Might be tied up here a lil longer, sugah. Yah and Gramps might want to join us. Use my location for coordinates. Good luck and try to keep Logan out of trouble. Rogue out.”<br><br>“Reinforcements,” she announces cheerfully to the others. “Domino and Wolverine should be here soon.” <br><br>Acknowledging Cesar with a nod and a little wave Rogue adds her voice to the others. “Y’all are welcome here.” When Cesar indicates their doctor, her gaze turns towards Bruce. Although he looks familiar she can’t quite place him, until Thor greets the man. “Ahh,” she says. “Dr. Banner?” Stepping forward she extends her gloved hand. “Ah should’ve recognized ya right away. Henry always speaks highly of yah. You and your friends are very welcome here.” Usually McCoy’s references to his conversations with Dr Banner fly right over Rogue’s southern belle’s head, but there was no mistaking Beast’s regard for Banner’s work.<br><br>Thor’s comment about fighting side by side with the well known scientist seems a tad odd, but since she’s fought alongside Beast, who might be the ultimate pacifist, she takes his words for granted.&nbsp; <br><br>Not that she is given much time to consider any of their words. <br><br>The explosion at Sunset Boulevard leaves her momentarily speechless, and as her gaze trails upwards to the pillar of smoke rising skywards, she comments drily. “If that’s in response to Thor, they’re a mighty way off. Ah’ll go take a look-see.” <br><br>Just as Rogue leaps up into the air a howl disturbs whatever was left of the quiet. Rocks smash into the side of the building and Rogue turns around, narrowing her eyes. “Hey! This place has doors!” She mutters. “Excuse me, boys, ah need to teach some guy some manners.” She flies over towards the rock-smashing Ogre and around him, picking up a lantern pole on the way which she swings like a golf club at the ball that is the Ogre’s head. <br><br>From the corner of her eyes she notices the arrival of some purple clad figure, but as that one sets course for Thor she figures he’ll deal with her, friend or foe. For now, Rogue’s intent is to stop that brute from smashing down the refugees intended shelter. “Can’t find way in, sugah? Let me show ya the way out!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 23:51:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/Domino2b.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Neena Thurman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Domino<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wolverine, The West Coast Resistance...<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Neena's lips curve in a smile as she hears, "Rogue Here." putting Rogue on speakers she smirks as Logan is called Gramps. Before much could said a big explosion shows on the sensors a few blocks from where Rogue is and then she long range scanners begin picking up all sorts of forms closing on the area.<br><br>http://media.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/17617/quinjet_starboard900.jpg (http://media.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/17617/quinjet_starboard900.jpg)<br><br>She takes over the controls and without looking as they rapidly close on the area, "I got this Logan you get ready to leap, I will bring us in over the explosion area then circle"<br>She brought the Quin -jet in low and opened a side hatch, as Wolverine readied himself she tilted over the raising smoke as the sensors scanned the area, picking up one form then another then many more. "looks they have set up a party and we were even invited. Logan get ready they are closing on Rogue and her group"<br><br>Neena let her mind calm for they had finally made it to the west coast and though she was still annoyed with Dickhead Stark he had made his choice and would have to live or die with it. If he got Paige killed though she would make sure he regretted being born. Her fingers guided the quinjet as Logan Leaped keeping them only about 50 feet above the ruined stores. The whine of the muted engines making dust and smoke swirl.<br><br>"Rogue heads up you got a bunch incoming at ya"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 20:40:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090910165323/marveldatabase/images/d/d4/Exiles_Vol_1_77_page_07_Zarda_Shelton_(Earth-712).jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Zarda Shelton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Power Princess<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;L.A<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wolverine and Domino<br></span></span><hr><br>Zarda had been on a yact when the attacks hit the L.A area. She was sunning it up with several TV stars. <br>This was not Zarda`s World, but she was stranded here with no way of getting home. The Power Princess had fought the Avengers (this worlds protectors) with her own team, the Squardren Supreme. However the one named Scarlet Witch seeled the portal before Zarda could get home. <br><br>So she was forced to live out the last two years here. The Earth was similar and yet so differnt. <br>Her Earth had a differnt series of events and differnt inderviduals. No two Earths was the same, so luckily she didn`t have a Doppelganger running around out there. Zarda was reasourceful and used her stunning looks to get by as a TV actress. <br>She came up with the name Claire Debussy, currently staring on a popular ABC cop drama. <br>Zarda still went out as a Super-Hero "The power princess" with her mask concealing her face. <br>Her ultimate goal was to finde a way home but it had yet to come to anything. <br><br>Zarda hadn`t had a run in with the Avengers for two years but she knew it was only a matter of time. <br>Currently she was sunning herself on her co-stars boat when the attacks hit, the Actors screamed and panicked, Zarda went along with it for the first day. They saw great explosions from afar, they were cast out offshore. <br>Then the message of Freedom came over the boat, from Tony Stark aka Iron-Man. <br>Thats when Zarda knew things had changed, this world was faceing its end. She suited up revealing herself to the stunned privaledged actors and told them to head to the East and lay low. <br><br>Zarda then took off into the sky in full purple Power Princess armour and branding her sheild. <br>This may not be her Earth but she would be dammed if she would let innocents die, she was still a Super-Hero. <br>Zarda sped across the water and headed towards the smokey reamins of Los Angeles. <br><br>The Power Princess Came across a craft. It looked like a Quinn Jet which the Avengers used. She narrowed her eyes, the whole world was laid to waist and yet she could barely contain her anger. It was the Avengers fault she was stranded here, away from her husband and away from her friends. However Zarda`s anger had temperd these last two years and she contained herself enough. Slowly she flew beside the craft which carried the mutants Wolverine and Domino. <br>The superhuman hovered over the craft not really knowing what to do but her presence very much known. <br>For all Zarda knew Starks message could have been a lie, could Earths Mightest Heroes gone mad and destroyed the planet? <br>No, No she had to think raitionally and with reason...something ellse had caused this. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bludmagnus</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 09:35:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/SKO112.jpg) </div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;James Logan Howlett<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wolverine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Domino, Rogue, Power Princess, Any Resistance or Humanity member nearby<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"Oh, yeah, this is already shaping up to be much better a time..."<br><br>Logan was already itching to use the weapons he had, but Rogue needing just a touch of help was not all that he was talking about. The purple clad figure was an unexpected, but not at all unwelcome arrival.&nbsp; He was glad they were giving heavy support, but he also was itching to get hands on into the action.&nbsp; He kept to keeping the Jet stable in flight, as with Neena manning the weapons he needed to and was pleased to do so.&nbsp; He also kept the long range scan going, as the last thing they or anyone else among their allies needed was more problems from the enemy.&nbsp; This was a war, and that also had him looking for an opportunity to join it as well.<br><br>"Give'em hell, Darlin'.&nbsp; No other targets... yet..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 06:22:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/78022272-2612-4f60-b165-8039a2cf40e7_zps486e8b9a.jpg) </div><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Jason "Hendricks" Hendrickson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Demolisher<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Recruitable<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Sunset Boulevard<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Wolverine, &amp; Power Princess<br></span></span><hr><br><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Screaming, everything was screaming; no, it was his ears ringing. Slumped against a whining, silver Porsche was a disoriented Marine. Smoke rose off his skin and not too far away from him was a flaming rotten apple. He stared at it to aid him in gathering his focus. His brown eyes motioned over to the mini mart that was nothing more than an immense bonfire. It had been a close one. Slowly, he rose to his feet using the vehicle for support. He patted his shirt and pants and gazed first to his left, staring down the empty sidewalk before he looked then to his right. Where was he? He knew he still had to be in the area. An airborne object hovered in his peripherals, and slowly his eyes rose to meet it. The ship had been the first thing he noticed, but the floating, purple-wearing warrior would be the last and most frightening. She looked like serious business. Who were these people? Nervously, Hendricks began to creep backwards before he decided to whirl and run.<br><br>Damn it, whose side were they on? Not only did he have to deal with strangers, but he had to keep an eye out for his old battle!</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 00:29:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue, Dr. Banner, various NPCs<br><br></span></span><hr>Fight? Thor wanted this worn down doctor to fight? Something didn't add up in Jake's head. "Thor, I do think that the Doctor's expertise would be better used to help the sick and injured." Then Rogue spoke up a moment, reinforcements were coming. Domino? she doesn't sound too familiar..Wolverine? wait, THE Wolverine?! He was arguably the most famous of the uncanny X men.<br><br>"Perhaps we should leave the doctor to..doctoring and leave the fighting to-" The howl and sudden crash in the wall. "What the hell?!" they had incoming, lots of incoming. but all these innocent people. He knew he could phase one person through "shadow" with him, but a whole group?<br><br>"Thor, see if you cant keep them busy, ill try and get these people out!" As he says this his body becomes covered once more in the mysterious, shadow like constructs that formed a shadow like armor around him. "Dr. Banner? If you could implore them to remain calm we could try and get out of here safely." A shadow like blade and shield appears in either hand of his. "Do you know anywhere we can go Doctor?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 04:26:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Justapoorboy.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Dr. Robert Bruce Banner<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> The Incredible Hulk<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity, mostly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, near Wilshire<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Thor, NPCs, Rogue, Domino, Power Princess, Wolverine, Mid-Knight<br></span></span><hr><br>Bruce smiles a little with Thor’s greeting, and he just nods to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Well, by Odin’s beard it’s good to see you too..”&nbsp; Yes there were parts of this life he did miss. Mostly the friends he had made, despite everything he has done. Despite the lives he has ruined, they still had faith and friendship for him. He looks towards the others for a moment, or perhaps he looks around himself to make sure there were no immediate dangers. He finds himself doing that a lot. Thor then starts to speak of the danger, and he once more has Bruce’s attention. <br><br>So it was some being that caused all this. Once more Bruce’s gaze wanders as Thor speaks, taking in the utter destruction and desperation around him. He has seen so much devastation since this started… it’s been hard to not step up and do something. But he knows he can’t. He won’t. He doesn’t really answer Thor yet, as a very attractive woman seems to catch his attention. Hey he’s still a man. He keeps that same small smile on his lips as he reaches out to gently shake her hand, nodding a little to her. He shakes her hand for barely a second, in fact barely touching her gloved hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;“It’s nice to finally meet you, Rogue. Dr. McCoy and I have had many talks about tactile attribute and psionic transfer. I’m a great admirer of his. I’m thankful for the welcome here.”<br><br>Then his gaze moves to Thor, giving his old Asgardian friend the ‘I’m sorry to have to tell you this, buddy’ look. “I’ve seen a lot of destruction making my way down here. But I just don’t think I can do that, Thor. Enough people are in danger as it is.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He has a helpless look on his face as he looks up to Thor, shaking his head a little.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I’m sorry, I just can’t..”&nbsp; as if trying to convince himself also.<br>But it’s then that the whole building is rocked by Ogre’s initial attack. Bruce gasps as he is almost knocked off of his feet, his hand pushing against a near wall to keep himself upright. He takes a deep and sudden breath in, keeping his heart rate in control. Calm. <br><br>~If we don’t help them, they’ll all be murdered. Live with that.~<br><br>He shakes his head quickly as he takes a step back, scowling as he looks in the direction of the newly arrived enemy troops. Mutants and mutates it looks like, all of them. Towards Jake he looks a moment, and then towards the oncoming enemy.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Yes.. to safety..”&nbsp; &nbsp;he says absently, seeing the dark armor forming around Jake. Now normally it would be something of a fascination for him, but at the moment he has other things on his mind. Like keeping his mind. <br><br>~Puny Banner… we could end this here and now. You know they need you.~<br><br>“No”&nbsp; he whispers through gritted teeth as he looks towards the group he had came here with. Then back to Jake he looks as he speaks&nbsp; &nbsp;“Listen to me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Jake would be able to hear the strain in his voice as the battle rages around them.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Behind the museum, north of here, there’s small exhibits. Lots of trees, small groupings of forests. Plenty of places to hide there.”&nbsp; He starts towards the back of the museum, motioning his friends to follow. He speaks to them in fluent Spanish&nbsp; &nbsp; “Come, my friends. We’re going somewhere safe. He’ll keep you safe.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He says as he motions to Jake. The group glance at Jake, then look back to Bruce as they start to move, following the doctor. Wondering how this doctor seems to know so much about the museum. Bruce has been here a few times, and with his intellect.. well that’s enough times to have memorized the layout of the place. <br><br>As Bruce leads the group, he seems to almost sway and stumble a few times. This is the first time in a long time he’s actually been in the presence of a major battle. It’s easy to keep <em>the other guy</em> in check under nominal conditions. But now.. with the explosions, the danger, the threat to those around him.. he’s not sure he can do it. <br><br>~You can’t do it. You know you want to, Banner. They are the enemy attacking you, they deserve death. They killed Betty.~<br><br>Bruce closes his eyes tightly, trying not to think about that. Hoping beyond reason that somewhere, somehow, Betty is safe. He can never see her again, but he would take comfort in the face she’s alright.. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 17:21:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue, Bruce and Company, Power Princess, Domino, Wolverine<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Thor didn't understand Banner's hesitation.&nbsp; The Hulk was a valuable ally and a true friend in his eyes... that was all there was to it.&nbsp; Never in his life had he seen the green behemoth intentionally harm an innocent, and despite a few misunderstandings that had resulted in the two of them trading blows every now and then, he had no doubt that the Hulk's heart was in the right place.&nbsp; He was a warrior born, and he would be proud to fight at his side once more.<br><br><strong>"Banner... you doubt yourself and your alter ego, but ever have I seen the Hulk as a force of good.&nbsp; You are needed, my friend.&nbsp; You must-"<br></strong><br>He had been about to continue and to respond to Rogue's assertion that some of her allies were on their way, but then, explosions seemed to resound throughout the area and the wall of the museum burst inward to reveal the appearance of a multitude of foes.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"By Odin's beard!"<br></strong><br>No sooner than they appeared, Rogue took to the sky and rushed in to assail the 20 foot tall mutant who called himself Ogre with a lamp post.&nbsp; Ogre roared in challenge as Rogue zoomed toward him, preparing to swat her aside like a mere insect.&nbsp; He did not expect her to be as quick and as strong as she was, however.&nbsp; CRACK!&nbsp; The lamp post shattered at the mighty blow, but it had done it's damage.&nbsp; Ogre's large ugly head snapped back, a tooth the size of a man's hand flying from his wide mouth and the brute staggered back, but otherwise seemed ok.&nbsp; He snarled at the much smaller woman and clapped his massive hands together to attempt to smash her like a bug, but she was again too quick.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Hol' still, little bug!"<br></strong><br>As Banner grouped with the group of mundane humans and Mid Knight asked Thor to hold their foes off while he got them to safety, the thunder god offered a nod as he took up his hammer.<br><br><strong>"Yes, get them safely away... and watch out for those dogs.&nbsp; I will give you the chance to be away."<br></strong><br>He turned.<br><br><strong>"Wreck!&nbsp; You will come with me-"<br></strong><br>But Wreck was nowhere to be seen.&nbsp; Thor frowned.&nbsp; Had he fled in the confusion of battle?&nbsp; He would not have expected such, but now was not the time to worry about such things.<br><br><strong>"No matter.&nbsp; These foes will rue the day they angered the son of Odin!&nbsp; FOR ASGARD!!!"<br></strong><br>The mutated dogs swarmed in and looked as though they were going to go after the innocents... but Thor had other ideas.&nbsp; He raised Mjolnir high and thunder clapped high above them.&nbsp; From the enchanted hammer came a blast of magical electricity that arced from one dog to the next akin to chain lightning.&nbsp; Pained yelps filled the area, as did the smell of charred flesh, and the first wave of them were left as nothing more than smoldering corpses.&nbsp; Thor had given the innocents and Mid Knight their opportunity.<br><br><strong>"Go!"<br></strong><br>Just then, Doberman and the Huntsman jumped the rubble to make their way into the museum, or rather what was left of it.&nbsp; The two were obviously upset at seeing the charred corpses... especially Huntsman, who's eyes widened in pain and rage.<br><br><strong>"My pets!"<br></strong><br>He narrowed his eyes at Thor as Doberman's maw frothed as though he was rabid.<br><br><strong>"You will die a thousand deaths for this!"<br></strong><br>Thor began to spin his hammer and advance toward the two mutants.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"No... for being a part of the atrocities wrought in the name of your master Apocalypse, you shall feel the wrath of Thor!"<br></strong><br>Doberman howled and frothed some more.<br><br><strong>"Blasphemer!&nbsp; You are not worthy to speak the master's name!&nbsp; God or not, I'll prove that you aren't worthy!&nbsp; That you aren't fit!!!"<br></strong><br>More of the Hunstman's dogs were making their way into the museum to surround Thor.&nbsp; Meanwhile, outside, Wolverine, Power Princess and Domino could see that Rogue and Ogre were not alone in their battle.&nbsp; A mutant covered in what looked like barbed wire wrapped around her form cracked some sort of whips that extended from her wrists, and the southern beauty found herself wrapped in what amounted to razorwire.&nbsp; The substance was really something, too, for while Rogue's innate invulnerability protected her from being cut to ribbons, she could feel it actually <em>cutting</em> her a bit.&nbsp; Also, her costume was not so fortunate, and she would find that her midriff and the very top of her breasts would be exposed a bit after all was said and done.&nbsp; <br><br><strong><strong>"What's the matter, dear?&nbsp; Can't handle a bit of <em>razorwire</em>?"</strong></strong><br><br>Not to be outdone by Ogre and Razorwire, the mutants Clash and Mung were flying toward the harried Rogue as well.&nbsp; Clash, a large muscular man sported a pair of large blades and wings made of red energy and Mung flew under the power of a miniature tornado, his lower body unseen as he grinned with sadistic glee.&nbsp; He had plans for Rogue.&nbsp; Oh yes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 19:30:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8400000/Rogue-marvel-superheroines-8435788-371-500.jpg?1369130787733) </div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Domino, Wolverine, Zarda, Mid-Knight,&nbsp; Bruce Banner, Thor, Bad guys, Emma<br><br></span></span><hr>Rogue dove in and out of range, swarming around the big, ugly fellow like a particular annoying mosquito. She tossed the useless remainder of her pole to one side and flew up, deftly avoiding the clapping hands.<br><br><strong>"Hol' still, little bug!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Not a chance, mister, you'll have to catch me!" </strong>She teased in that sexy Southern drawl of hers as she circled around the big, round head. It didn't take a genius to figure where the brute's fists would land if he missed her again. Hovering behind the Ogre, Rogue flew in for a solid, right punch when a whip cracked and she was suddenly yanked back by a cord of razorwire that had snaked around her chest.<br><br>"<strong>Oompff!</strong>" Rogue came to a full stop in mid-air and looked down at her breasts where the wire had bitten into the green and yellow fabric. <br><br><strong>"What's the matter, dear?&nbsp; Can't handle a bit of razorwire?"</strong><br><br><strong>"That was my last good uniform!"</strong> Rogue's full lips curled in a feminine pout. "<strong>Lets give your friends a taste of wire instead.</strong>" &nbsp;Grabbing the wire where it met her body and she gave a fierce pull on her end and swung the now weighed rope around. Rogue abruptly released her hold on the wire when Clash came into view, intending to cannonball Razorwire into the muscular fellow. White and russet curls whipped around her face as she kept turning to let the wire uncoil from her body. <br><br>Although Rogue was practically unharmed, her uniform had not been quite as fortunate: a zigzag cut showed a fair section of her midriff, and at the swell of her breasts the yellow and green material peeled away from a ragged gash. <br><br><em><i>X-MEN, this is Emma. Are you alive? Are you here?</i></em><br><br><em><i>Emma? You're alive! What's going on, sugah?</i></em><br><br>Thunder and lightning illuminated the skies behind her, bathing the Southern beauty in red and yellow hues. Thor had joined the battle, and the immediate effects brought a smile to Rogue's lips. Fo' sure, they had not always seen eye to eye, but she was pleased they were on the same side this time. The God of Thunder had a reputation of swatting his enemies like-<br><br><strong>SHIT!</strong><br><br>Rogue dove towards the street, and turned sharply as she rose again, barely avoiding the Ogre's huge fist that swatted&nbsp; at the empty air where she'd been half a second ago.<br><br><i>Im in New York City....I survived the attack as did Scott. We were the only ones. </i><br><br>Rogue thought of Gambit, who had been at the school, as far she knew. Pursing her lips together, she rejected the thought. No, nothing could kill that Cajun. You couldn't kill a rat.<br><br><i>The School is...is....gone. Scotts hurt very badly...I need help otherwise he`s not going to make it....Bloody Hell...we need to re-group....we need to...to....</i><br><br><i>Emma? What's wrong with Scott? We have a doctor here. Maybe he can… Emma! </i><br><br>Brushing her curls away from her face, the curvy redhead looked up just in time to see the miniature tornado speed towards her. Rogue had worked with Storm too often to not hold a healthy respect for the powers of nature. Surely, this Mung was no Goddess of the Elements but she rather credited him with too much power than too little. <br><br>"<strong>Four against one?</strong>" She smirked. "<strong>Yah sure know how to make a girl feel wanted. Ah'd like to keep y'all to myself but I'm afraid mah friends would never forgive me.</strong>"<br><br>She tapped her com link, that rode several higher inches on her chest than it used to, pulled upwards by the torn fabric. "<strong>Dahlings, we got us some party crashers down 'ere. Logan, sharpen those claws, hon. It's time to teach this bunch some manners."</strong> As she spoke, she flew up, gaining speed and altitude. Casting a swift glance over her shoulder she confirmed if Mung was following… <br><br>He might have plans, so did she. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bludmagnus</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 10:49:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/SKO112.jpg) </div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;James Logan Howlett<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wolverine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Domino, Rogue, Power Princess, Mid-Knight,&nbsp; Bruce Banner, Thor, Bad guys, Emma<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Logan rose from his seat as fast as possible, a low growl coming from his throat.&nbsp; He had been itching for a real fight for a while, but he needed to have it find a safe place to set down.&nbsp; <br><br>"Rogue, you know I am always ready for a fight, darlin'."<br><br>He looked to Neena, a grim smile on his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;He waited till the Jet got close enough, getting a look at the assembled bunch as he got out of this seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;He shook his head, seeing that there was going to be a bit of a row now.&nbsp; &nbsp;He nodded to her, letting Rogue know that she was getting more help very shortly as he did so.<br><br>"Help is coming, Marie.&nbsp; It's time to get serious...."<br><br>After taking off his headset, he moves to the lowering hatch now that they were close enough.&nbsp; He spoke to Neena, his words both confident and reassuring to her and her place in his mind.<br><br>"You have the controls, Domino. It's time to give Marie and company a hand in giving the ripped open new ones those homicidal technophobic bigots deserve!&nbsp; I know you won't be dawdling, love." <br><br>Logan was smiling, having already given Neena some of the specially made ammo and bladed weapons he had brought with him.&nbsp; He had more.. for later.&nbsp; Soon, he was at the hatch and ready to go, claws out as he backed up and taking a running leap and aimed for getting right between two of the most in-need-of-an-asskicking of the "party crashers".
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 14:34:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090910165323/marveldatabase/images/d/d4/Exiles_Vol_1_77_page_07_Zarda_Shelton_(Earth-712).jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Zarda Shelton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Power Princess<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;L.A<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wolverine, Domino, Thor, Rouge, Hulk and Mid-Knight.<br></span></span><hr><br>Zarda watched as the fight started. Two large rabid demon dogs entered the Frey. The Power Princess suspected they were affiliated with whomever had organised this devastating attack. Her blood boiled and her eyes narrowed, Zarda swore she would make whoever was responsible pay for this devastation. <br>The power Princess saw the X-man Wolverine exit the Quinnjet, so an alliance was been formed. She flew down directly the on she had known in battle, Thor the God of Thunder Zarda had faced him in Battle, she knew him to be a strong warrior. The Avengers had been her enemy's and even responsible for trapping her on this Earth. s But this Apocalypse needed to be stopped at all Costs. Zarda landed beside the Golden Haired God. "Thor! I the Power princes come to assist you in defeating this Evil!"<br><br>Zarda`s shield was read for attack and to protect those who needed a shield. She was ready to take her aggression out on those who deserved it. Evil was Evil and despite her personal differences with the Avengers he was willing to put it aside to fight in the name of justice.<br>Zarda could see the creatures seemed to be forming their attack around what was left of the museum and she wondered why. She noted that they also were totally ruthless in their attack pattern, the woman wrapped in barbed wire was happily trying to cut open the X-woman. <br>Zarda knew little of the X-men other then what she had read in the very biased Daily Bugle newspaper. <br>The tall giantess waited for Thor to instruct her where to attack, Zarda was very much&nbsp; a team player and not a leader.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 04:19:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/Domino2b.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Neena Thurman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Domino<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The West Coast Resistance...bad guys, and maybe a BIG GREEN DUDE!!<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Neena took over the controls as Wolverine unstrapped and headed to the back. The whirl of the opening of the rear bay caused the quin-jet to handle like a brick but Logan had backed up and took a running leap as she moved the air craft between the Big Ogre and some others. <br><br>A blast of some sort of energy shook the quinjet as Wolverine cleared the bay and was falling. Of course a minor fall of a 100 feet would just annoy the man especially if he missed landing on something soft and cutable...and with Wolverine there really was a very few things that were not cutable.<br><br>As she forced the controls to pull up several chucks of rock impacted or went through the quin jet...luckily none hit her or made the aircraft explode but there was smoke...<br><br>Neena fought the controls as the quinjet's engine spewed fire and smoke forcing it down clipping the top of a building that looked like a museum and then side slid into trees and a fountain that bordered the area.<br><br>As smoke filled the cabin she grabbed a pack that Logan had left behind and pulled free her heavy pistol and darted from the wreck. She turned and leveled her pistol on some people emerging from the building and then fires twice. The bullets hammer back a mutate in armor that had leaped the building, the shots spun the armored foe backwards into the wall and as it began to slide down she shot again and the face plate of the enemy exploded inward.<br><br>"Move IT People we do NOT have all Day"<br><br>Domino darted to the side to cover the fleeing civilians dropping a pack and pulling out her other pistol. If she had to stand her ground to guard these people she would even as she tracked a howling dog like something bounding through the rubble of the building.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 22:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Thor-Movie-Chris-Hemsworth-5.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thor Odinson<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight, Marcus, Rogue, Bruce and Company, Power Princess, Domino, Wolverine<br><br></span></span><hr><br>As Rogue grasped the razorwire whip, the fabric of her gloves was torn asunder by the mono molecular edges, which was something considering the uniforms the X-Men wore were very resilient thanks to the genius of Forge.&nbsp; Bare flesh on her hands, midriff and the tops of her breasts were exposed to the warm air that despite what had happened was still typical LA climate.&nbsp; Still, her plan seemed to work as Razorwire gasped in surprise as she was jerked and swung around to slam right into&nbsp; Clash, the two mutants losing their airborne status as they crashed into the ground, down but not out yet.&nbsp; Rogue began to ascend, flying higher and Mung was right behind her, intent on beating her to within an inch of her life, the perfect moment to 'play' with her before the life was snuffed out of her lovely body.<br><br>On the ground, the two mutants Mung and Razorwire were trying to get untangled, not realizing that a very pissed off Wolverine was about to land right on top of them.&nbsp; Mung flailed and tried getting untangled from the razorwire without getting cut up himself.&nbsp; Of course, Wolverine would then have Ogre to deal with as well.<br><br><strong>"Get off me, woman!"<br></strong><br>Meanwhile, inside the remains of the museum, Thor was still covering the escape of Dr Banner, Mid Knight and the group of innocent humans.&nbsp; Surrounded by mutated dogs and facing the Huntsman and the massive Doberman, Thor had his hammer ready to defend himself, but just then, a purple clad female figure flew in and landed beside him, armed with some sort of glowing energy shield.&nbsp; He did not know who she was, but he would welcome any help.&nbsp; Still, she might be the enemy as well, hoping to catch him off guard, so he stayed wary.<br><br><strong>"Power Princess?&nbsp; Are you perhaps the kin of Hercules?&nbsp; Either way, I welcome your assistance."<br></strong><br>That was it.&nbsp; The dogs lunged at the two of them and so did Doberman.&nbsp; The Huntsman drew a great bow from his back and nocked an arrow... an arrow tipped with the most virulent poison he knew of.&nbsp; They both needed to fend off dogs that possessed enhanced speed and strength.&nbsp; Doberman snarled and attacked Zarda, intending to tear her throat out with his teeth.&nbsp; All around Zarda, snapping jaws of razor sharp teeth tore at her, intending to bring her down.&nbsp; The Hunstman let loose an arrow, which struck Thor in the shoulder.&nbsp; The Asgardian's flesh was durable enough that a normal arrow could not pierce it, but this was no ordinary arrow.&nbsp; It found purchase in his shoulder and he cried out in pain.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Arrrgh!"<br></strong><br>He snatched the arrow from his shoulder, pulling it out and tossing it aside as the Huntsman smiled.<br><br><strong>"Feeling weak, hero?&nbsp; My arrows are tipped with the most deadly neurotoxin known to man!&nbsp; Soon your heart will stop and my pets will feast on your friend's corpse."<br></strong><br>Thor seemed undaunted by this as he smacked several of the dogs aside with a single powerful hammer swing.<br><br><strong>"The son of Odin will not fall this day, villain!"<br></strong><br>The Huntsman narrowed his eyes.&nbsp; The fool should be dead by now... no one could withstand that kind of poison.&nbsp; No one!&nbsp; Domino could see from her vantage point even as more mutates showed up, albeit minions that the Huntsman was preparing to fire another arrow.&nbsp; The distance was great and visibility was poor.&nbsp; It would take some sort of luck to even attempt to hit him from where she crouched.<br><br>Back inside the museum, as Banner and Mid Knight's group tried to escape out the back, a figure rose from the ground like a ghost rising from a grave.&nbsp; It was large and serpentine, with spines protruding from it's shoulders and back.&nbsp; It's lower body was that of a snake while it's upper body was that of a man... sort of.&nbsp; &nbsp; It's great maw held two very large and sharp looking fangs.&nbsp; It seemed to grin as it became tangible once more.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Ahhh... more victims of Sidewinder!&nbsp; This will be fun!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 20:54:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8400000/Rogue-marvel-superheroines-8435788-371-500.jpg?1369130787733) </div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Rogue<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; X-men, resistance<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Los Angeles/NY<br><br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Mung, Streak<br><br></span></span><hr>As she gained altitude Rogue cast a swift glance over her shoulder. Although her auburn and white locks whipped about her face, she noticed Mung not far behind. A grim smile set upon her lips as she suddenly arched upwards and back, diving straight for the villain at the heart of the tornado. She plummeted into the storm like a stone, and lashed out with a fast, hard left at Mung’s face even as the tornado whipped her off course, and flung her around like a ragdoll caught in a washing machine. Clenching her teeth Rogue threw herself backwards and spun free from the trapping winds, rolling tail over teakettle until she came to a hovering stop.<br><br>Breathing hard she dove to avoid the onrushing storm and instead of trying to fight it out high up in the skies Rogue sought the maze of the city’s streets. Here her manoeuvrability was an asset and she rounded a corner into a deserted street lined with office buildings. Most of the glass fronts had been shattered and but there was surprisingly little glass on the street. From the corner of her eyes she noticed another building, this one made of steel and concrete: a parking. She changed course and flew straight at the third floor, with Mung close behind. <br><br>Zigzagging between rows of parked cars and around the pillars Rogue increased the gap between them. Behind her came explosions and the crunching of metal where cars were flung aside in the wake of Mung’s tornado. Flames burst from the wreckage, blackening the concrete walls. <br><br>Rogue swerved around a pair of rusted yellow buses that looked as if they had not been moved in the past five decades.&nbsp; She peeked around the corner and threw herself at Mung when his speed took him past. Fighting both the man and the tornado, she wrapped an arm around his throat and clung to him. He tried to shake her off, bumping into pillars and vehicles. He raced to a wall and spun, slamming her backwards against the concrete. A web of cracks veined out from where she’d hit the concrete, and Rogue exhaled an irritated sigh.<br><br>“<strong>Ah really don’t want to do this,</strong>” Rogue complained, tugging at her gloves and strapping them off. She tucked them behind her belt and raised her gaze to Mung. “<strong>No more training wheels, sugah. It’s playing for keeps now.</strong>”<br><br>She threw herself sideways when he came for her and flew towards the sloping entrance to the next floor. Up and up she went, with Mung hot on her heels. When she reached the top floor she launched herself up in the air and waited for Mung. This time she didn’t try to avoid him, but as soon as he was high up in the air she flew towards him. The dizzying effect of the tornado threw her like it had before, but she managed to grab his arm and hold on. Pulling herself closer to him she reached for his face, her hand outstretched. Her fingers touched his cheek and instinctively he tried to pull away. She was stronger and held him, flattening her palm under his jaw. <br><br>Rogue cried out as his power flowed into her, together with his thoughts and parts of his mind. His body went limp, a dead weight in her arms and her hold on him wavered as his thoughts assailed her mind. Mung had been a common enough thug, but his mind had been enthralled by Apocalypse. She screamed when her powers touched upon that part of Mung’s mind, and Mung’s body slipped from her grasp, slowly tumbling towards the parking deck.<br><br>She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. Power filled her, demanded she’d fly and outrace the storms. A dark, ominous voice lurked in the background, thick like a blanket of oppressive weight that threatened to pull her mind into oblivion. She flew, Mung’s powers propelling her speed far beyond her usual capabilities. Without thought, without purpose of her own she was chased onwards, towards the East,&nbsp; towards a distant and dark goal. She didn’t notice day or night, nor did she notice when Mung’s powers left her. All she knew was that the dark spell that had called her, had gone. Without it, she felt her exhaustion and with that exhaustion came dizziness. For a moment more she stayed conscious but then her overexerting herself caught up with her and she fell down and down and down.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bludmagnus</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 06:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/SKO112.jpg) </div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;James Logan Howlett<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Wolverine<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Domino, Rogue, Power Princess, Mid-Knight,&nbsp; Bruce Banner, Thor, Bad guys, Emma<br><br></span></span><hr><br>This is so cliche.. but it's your funeral...<br><br>The big ugly ogre made the mistake of moving first, and Logan was just in that bad of a mood.&nbsp; The moment the ogre moved, he sprang and attacked, slashing deeply with his claws.&nbsp; The ogre screamed in pain, something he wanted the other two to really think about and hear as he moved, also landing strikes and kicks to the ogre to send him flying over the head of the Razorwire.&nbsp; He and the other mutant that he had been tangling with decided they were going to try to use their joint attack to come at him.&nbsp; Logan was pleased, and so he reacted at the tactic with the appropriate measures.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It wasn't pretty what he did, moving like a whip-r-will, or as close as possible, and not giving any quarter.&nbsp; He was in a bad mood, as Anne Marie was one of his Family.&nbsp; That was what the team was to him, and he was angry that they were scattered.&nbsp; The ogre made is last mistake as he fought Razor wire and the other mutant, and that was to try to get back into the fight after Logan had been nice and was going to let him live.&nbsp; Logan flew from being knocked from in the middle of the two he was fighting, and he landed and was just able to pitch and roll.&nbsp; He skidded on the ground, his knees bent but on his feet.<br><br>FUCKING UGLY FUCKER!!!&nbsp; CAN'T LET GO AND HAVE TO LOOK A GIFT....!!!<br><br>He then braced and got ready, hands having moved to get out some of the bladed weapons with his claws still extended.&nbsp; The ogre asked for it, and now Logan's very short fuse was gone!
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 14:26:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090910165323/marveldatabase/images/d/d4/Exiles_Vol_1_77_page_07_Zarda_Shelton_(Earth-712).jpg)</div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Zarda Shelton<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Power Princess<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;L.A<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Wolverine, Domino, Thor, Hulk and Mid-Knight.<br></span></span><hr><br>Zarda fought off the Doberman. He snarled and bite at her legs, however her armour kept her intact. She collided her shield with Doberman`s face, knocking two of his shape teeth clean out. Her shield was good for combat other then for protection too. <br>Doberman fought hard against the Power Princess, however Zarda did NOT back down. <br>She used her flight to zip around to the back of Doberman and leap&nbsp; onto his back and put her arms around his neck. <br>Zarda had every intention to kill this horrific creature. <br><br>This was War and now this Earth was laying in ruin, Zarda believed some Evil`s had to be killed to be stopped. <br>Doberman was stronger then she anticipated and Zarda gritted her teeth and attempted to use all her strength to break his neck. <br>"You Basterd!!!!" she screamed angrily wanting nothing more then to kill this dog-man creation. <br><br>This may not be her Earth, the planet she was raised on. The Planet where she gained these amazing powers and became the power Princess. <br>The planet where her husband and her friends were, but it was still Earth and evil was evil. <br>Zarda attempted to break the Doberman`s neck but instead she was tossed off him. Zarda hurtled backwards and bumped into Thor. <br>She then fell to the ground below, she yanked herself up and flew up into the air at great speed towards Doberman and pushed him into a nearby wall. Her fists colliding with the man-dogs face.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 23:36:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/08dddd6c-226c-41e4-9b82-22dfed2fdd99_zps3ef79fb4.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Neena Thurman<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Domino<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance, Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Quinjet, off the West Coast<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The West Coast Resistance...bad guys<br><br></span></span><hr><br><em>Impossibly Perfect Shots!</em><br><br>Neena rolled out of the smoke surrounding the downed quinjet and into a stand guns blazing at the weird mutate dogs that had surged forward from several directions, each shot took one down in a tumble of blood and fur. Then both the heavy .50 cal desert eagles clicked empty and as she ran toward the rumble of the open museum she reloaded. Her Blue eyes swept the area around her noting everything from the man with the arrow and bow to the ogre that had moved&nbsp; to chase after Logan to the forming snake shaped human in front of the humans with its back to her even the weird doglike human that was in a fight with the flying woman. Her armor enhanced strength allowed her to push off a large half ruined bench and leap high into the air, as she leaned forward her pistols began to hammer away.<br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!!!</span></span><br><br>One bullet from each pistol sounding as if they were fired at the same instant spit forward, the first caught the arrow and bow of the Hunter just as he had pulled back completely. The bullet snapped off the end of the arrow and cut the bow string and continued on to bounce off a wall and tumble under the feet of the man. The arrow head spun back and impacted into his cheek as the man that had called himself 'The Huntsman' looked completely stunned. The bullet's twin caught the mutate in the hand holding the bow and with an explosion of blood the bow snapped and a piece spun around and smacked him in the head making him stagger against the wall.<br><br>The next shots thundered in the air and cut through the heavy air to ricochet off Thor's mighty hammer as he took a step back from Zarda tumbling into him. One bullet spun upwards and split the chain holding a heavy and massive chandelier the second split the power cord. The whole thing hung there for a second then another then gave way as the snake man closed on the people that were backing away. <del>The one called Sidewinder barely had time to glance up as the massive chandelier fell atop him.</del><br><br>Two more shots exploded in the air as Neena began to fall forward. Each caught a leaping snarling mutate hound that was in the air to land on the back of the Dark haired flying woman spining them around in a shower of blood and fur to smash into the wall on either side of the ManDog.<br><br>As Neena twisted a bit and began to tuck her legs as she fired with each pistol again. One bullet caught the Ogre in the ear like a super hard punch to the ear that made him stagger and begin to stumble. The other cut a power line that still sparked and it fell near the two villians that were trying to untangle themselves, sending a spray of sparks that seemed to almost encircle them as the wire swayed back and forth .<br><br>Domino fell forward in a tuck and tumble and she landed in a roll and came up in a kneel both guns lowered and ready tracking back and forth as her blue eyes narrowed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: LOS ANGELES - Western US/Mexico</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>30-06-2013, 13:24:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Jake Wheatly<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Mid-Knight <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Marcus, Thor, Rogue, Talking diresctly to Dr. Banner, various NPCs, Wolverine, Domino, Sidewinder<br><br></span></span><hr>Jake thought they were going to be able to duck the rest of this pretty easily. Who was he kidding though, there was nothing easy about this. The escaping group was cut off, by an overgrown snake of all things. While it was evening and it would play into his powers favor, at least based on how he had experimented with them so far, he looked back quickly at the group of terrorized people behind him. With a more focused resolve, the darkness around him started to envelop him, forming a rather sizable blade, and a shield, along with the shadows serving as an armor for himself.<br><br>"Dr. Banner, you need to get these people out, I'll hold this guy off. Please..You're the first living doctor I've seen since this whole thing started, so get them and yourself out and stay safe." He turned to Sidewinder, a focused resolve about him. His gut told him that there might be a good chance he died here. His fighting skills though were a lot better than he gave himself credit for.<br><br>Dark energy constructs in hand, he charged the beast, getting relatively close before blinking out of sight and reappearing behind the beast torso to his right, slashing into one side of the serpentine lower body. He blinked over again back to the front, giving a crossing slash onto the beast's chest as it may have turned around to react, shield still ready to block an immediate counter attack. He wasn't sure in these few moments if his attacks had any effect, but for the moment, damage, maybe even killing it was a bonus, as long as these people got away.
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