X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)
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				Title: <strong>X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lachiyous</strong> on <strong>12-04-2020, 04:32:03</strong>
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				This will be the IC thread for the <em>X-Men: A Brave New World</em> roleplay. <br><br>(http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/X-Logo/X-MenPoster.jpg) (http://s246.photobucket.com/user/penceton/media/X-Men/X-Logo/X-MenPoster.jpg.html)<br><br><em>Mutant</em>.<br><br>What’s in the word.&nbsp; The label.&nbsp; The <em>derogation</em>?<br><br>Individuals born.&nbsp; Born different.&nbsp; Born unique.&nbsp; Born….<em>special</em>.&nbsp; Usually, and only.&nbsp; Manifesting such…which separates.&nbsp; From normal, humanity.&nbsp; At <em>puberty</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>Some have been called <em>criminals</em>, as abilities.&nbsp; Gained, are utilized.&nbsp; To wreak, and.&nbsp; Wrought havoc.&nbsp; On the world.<br>Some have been called <em>freaks</em>, who.&nbsp; Couldn’t contain.&nbsp; The shame, of one.&nbsp; Themselves.&nbsp; And cowered, into hiding.&nbsp; &nbsp;From all.<br>Some, why.&nbsp; Some.&nbsp; Hm.&nbsp; Was there some….<em>others</em>.&nbsp; Out there?&nbsp; <br>========================================================================<br>A castle.<br><br>Back.&nbsp; Back in the day.&nbsp; Before, it was.&nbsp; Moved over.&nbsp; Stone, by.&nbsp; Stone.&nbsp; From the....<em>Old World</em>.<br><br>To that of.&nbsp; The <em>New</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, upon.&nbsp; A hill.&nbsp; Within the center of acres, upon.&nbsp; Acres of, forested.&nbsp; Property.&nbsp; <em>Xavier's School for the Gifted</em> was surrounded.&nbsp; By the woods.&nbsp; Secluding it, from eyes.&nbsp; So that it couldn't be seen, within.&nbsp; <em>Westchester, NY</em>.&nbsp; Making it one of the most private of, regions.&nbsp; Located at the end of...<em>Graymalkin Lane</em>.<br><br>It wasn't all, trees.&nbsp; And vegetation.&nbsp; A lake off, from.&nbsp; The main structure.&nbsp; The smaller of, one.&nbsp; Boat house, too.&nbsp; Near that.&nbsp; A couple of acres, surrounding the.&nbsp; Mansion, were cleared.&nbsp; Some fields near the, grounds.&nbsp; As well.&nbsp; Toward the edge, of.&nbsp; The woods, were.&nbsp; The main stables.&nbsp; Empty, until.&nbsp; Recent times.<br><br>All, appearances.&nbsp; Delivered impressions.&nbsp; Of a school, which gave off.&nbsp; A private academy, of.&nbsp; Pleasantries...<br><br>Appearances could be.....<em>deceiving</em>.<br><br><em>Xavier's School for the Gifted</em> was the ancestral home, of one.&nbsp; <em>Professor Charles Francis Xavier</em>, world renown.&nbsp; <em>Geneticist</em>.&nbsp; <em>Charles </em>had gathered together, a.&nbsp; Group of students.&nbsp; He taught to control, their.&nbsp; <em>Superhuman </em> (or <em>mutant</em>) gifts.&nbsp; So.&nbsp; The chance, of.&nbsp; Normalcy, could be.&nbsp; Possible, in.&nbsp; Each, their.&nbsp; Lives.&nbsp; Also, taught to defend.&nbsp; Themselves, and.&nbsp; Others.&nbsp; Because...<br><br>...if <em>mutants</em> rise up to attack, humanity. It, is.&nbsp; The responsibility, of.&nbsp; Other <em>mutants </em>to defend.&nbsp; Humanity against, such.&nbsp; <br><br>For <em>this</em> reason, <em>Professor X</em> created the....<br><br><div align="center">(https://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/X-Logo/edited-image.jpg)</div>========================================================================<br><strong>Saturday Morning.</strong><br><br><em>On the news -- the lead story for the day is last night's attack on Fort Knox.&nbsp; Suspected perpetrators used an EMP device to disable security, killed several soldiers, and left no witnesses.&nbsp; Somehow, they ripped the vaults out of the ground and made them disappear.&nbsp; The high-tech labs at the military research facility at Fort Knox have also been spirited away, seemingly ripped from the ground.<br><br>Superpowered criminals are suspected and the President has asked the Avengers to investigate.</em><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">*Inspiration initially from "Felix80", whom helped start the idea for this world's original incarnation before I took over the concept; thanks to him!</span><br>========================================================================<br>For the <strong><span class="bbc_u">RULES</span></strong>, please check out the <em>X-Men: A Brave New World (OOC)</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318427.msg15338991#msg15338991) thread.<br>========================================================================<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Notable Links</span></strong><br><br><em>X-Men:&nbsp; A Brave New World (Frost Academy) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=319013.0)</em><br><em>X-Men:&nbsp; A Brave New World (OOC) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318427.msg15338991#msg15338991)<em><br><em>X-Men:&nbsp; A Brave New World (Character Sheets) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.0)</em><br><em>X-Men:&nbsp; A Brave New World (Between the Sheets) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318802.0)</em><br><em>X-Men:&nbsp; A Brave New World (official recruitment) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318426.0)</em> (has code for character profiles and post headers)<br>========================================================================<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">X-Men Roster*</span></strong><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Colossus- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15340388#msg15340388)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>member/TA(gone since one month ago -- see IC post)</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gambit- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15339609#msg15339609)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Storm- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15340727#msg15340727)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Cipher- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15340856#msg15340856)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Witterquick- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15342513#msg15342513)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Marvel- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15342881#msg15342881)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Rogue- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15343681#msg15343681)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Crystal- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15345652#msg15345652)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Psylocke- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15360692#msg15360692)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>member/TA</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Warpath- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15353936#msg15353936)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Shooter- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15372910#msg15372910)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Clone- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15387904#msg15387904)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Decapre- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15399616#msg15399616)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>not yet a member</em><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sunfire- (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15412471#msg15412471)</span></strong>&nbsp; <em>member</em><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">*This list is not finite</span><br>========================================================================<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character Location Breakdown</span></strong><br><br><strong>A)</strong>Students (and some non) at <em>Xavier's School for the Gifted</em> in <em>Westchester, NY</em>:<br><br><em>Gambit<br>Storm<br>Crystal<br>Witterquick<br>Psylocke<br>Clone<br>Sunfire</em><br><br><strong>B)</strong>Students at the <em>Frost Academy</em> in <em>Snow Valley, MA</em>:<br><br><em>Marvel<br>Cipher<br>Warpath<br>Shooter<br>Decapre</em><br><br><strong>C)</strong>At an unknown location, in the company of <em>Mystique</em> and <em>others</em>:<br><br><em>Rogue</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">(this section will probably be susceptible to change as the story unfolds)</span><br>========================================================================<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">X-Mansion Maps</span></strong><br><br>(http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/X-Mansion/X-MEN_X-mansion.jpg) (http://s246.photobucket.com/user/penceton/media/X-Men/X-Mansion/X-MEN_X-mansion.jpg.html)<br>(#5 and #16 are non-existent;&nbsp; also #9 and #15 belong to <em>Xavier</em>, of which he has dedicated partly to his <em>TA's</em> as in necessity)<br><br>(http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/X-Mansion/Xmansion.jpg) (http://s246.photobucket.com/user/penceton/media/X-Men/X-Mansion/Xmansion.jpg.html)<br>(please disregard the labeled literature)<br>========================================================================</em></em>
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				Title: <strong>Colossus</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lachiyous</strong> on <strong>12-04-2020, 05:22:17</strong>
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				<strong>About Four Years Ago.</strong><br><br>Felt like, so.&nbsp; Long ago.&nbsp; She.&nbsp; He.&nbsp; <em>They</em>, were.&nbsp; But kids.&nbsp; <em>Teenagers</em>.&nbsp; And, it was the.&nbsp; Day that, she.&nbsp; Had come.&nbsp; To the school.&nbsp; A day, wherein.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Piotr</em> and <em>Elizabeth</em>, became.&nbsp; Friends.<br><br>The tall teenage, boy.&nbsp; Wanted to give, the pretty.&nbsp; Girl, a tour.&nbsp; So asked, her to follow him.&nbsp; She decided, to.&nbsp; <em>Tease</em>, by.&nbsp; Being CLOSE, in.&nbsp; Proximity, to him.&nbsp; Throwing him, off.&nbsp; A little.&nbsp; With such!&nbsp; He.&nbsp; Cracked a smile.&nbsp; And actually, laughed.&nbsp; Out loud, some.&nbsp; <em>Piotr</em>.&nbsp; Tried to, pay.&nbsp; Attention.&nbsp; To her words, so.&nbsp; That he could, address her, "The last thing I want is lose new <acronym title="”girl”"><em>девушка</em></acronym>.&nbsp; <em>Professor</em> would be mad, and you are..."&nbsp; VERY <em>pretty</em>!&nbsp; "...uhh, very nice, <em>да</em>?"&nbsp; He made sure, not to meet.&nbsp; Her gaze, with that.&nbsp; Last comment.<br><br>Some.&nbsp; Something about, that.&nbsp; About them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those first moments, that.&nbsp; <em>Sparked</em>, a.&nbsp; Connection, for them.&nbsp; Betwixt them.&nbsp; BECAUSE, of.&nbsp; Them.&nbsp; <br><br>She* agreed, beaming.&nbsp; Her smile, right.&nbsp; Back up.&nbsp; To the boy.&nbsp; “No, best not lose the new girl on her first day.”<br>========================================================================<br><strong>One Month Ago.</strong><br><br>Outside.&nbsp; Near the lake.&nbsp; He always liked working here.&nbsp; Where it wasn't really 'work' at all....but rather it felt like undergoing a journey.&nbsp; An exploration.&nbsp; Of the soul.&nbsp; Of the heart.&nbsp; The mind.&nbsp; Each time.&nbsp; Each piece.&nbsp; Each bless-ed stroke of the brush, per se.&nbsp; Of...<br><br><em>Art</em>.&nbsp; Art work.&nbsp; <br><br>And here, within the embrace of <em>Mother Nature</em>, one could truly...well....be free.&nbsp; To create.&nbsp; Any and every.&nbsp; Thing.&nbsp; From the sun and the sky.&nbsp; The moon and the stars.&nbsp; The <em>Mallard Duck</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or the <em>Eastern Painted Turtle</em>.&nbsp; Even, hmm...<br><br>Friendship.&nbsp; A smile very slowly illuminated his face -- the source of the light.&nbsp; <em>Her</em>, of course.&nbsp; While he was drafting out the scenery before him, pencil onto the paper -- the might of the crisp lake in the afternoon's light -- she had often teased him about modeling for him, to be a part of one of his paintings, and forever immortalized in art.&nbsp; Heck, she INSISTED!&nbsp; Not that he would ever put up any sort of fight.&nbsp; Not with her.&nbsp; So it was.&nbsp; Before he could apply the first of the <em>water colors</em>, he sought to add the lone figurine.&nbsp; Poetically.&nbsp; &nbsp;And significantly.&nbsp; In the foreground.&nbsp; Framing the left side of the composition.&nbsp; Her lithe form facing the right.&nbsp; Flirtingly turned to the 'camera'.&nbsp; Larger than life.&nbsp; Light heartedness.&nbsp; A floral sundress with a laced slit up the hip revealing an exposed leg, tanned just the right amount and barefoot her toes wiggling in the warm grass now and again. Her purple tresses peaked from underneath.&nbsp; A wide brimmed, straw summer hat.&nbsp; Enwrapped in a bow.&nbsp; He had actually got that for her the spring before last.&nbsp; He had told her it was to protect her from the rays of the sun, but it was a private joke between them, his teasing her about her upbringing and being a lady of leisure.&nbsp; <em>Piotr</em> was elated she was wearing it now.&nbsp; In this moment.&nbsp; To be captured.<br><br>Forever.<br><br>The wind was just barely.&nbsp; Caressing.&nbsp; The skin.&nbsp; It must have been tickling.&nbsp; Her violet irises had a twinkle in them.&nbsp; From below the rim of the hat.&nbsp; As her lips began to curl, her nose twitched.&nbsp; She was becoming.&nbsp; Fidgety.<br><br>"You know you need to be still.&nbsp; For me."<br><br>"<em>Peter</em>.&nbsp; I'm trying.&nbsp; Maybe I should have just posed nude?"<br><br>Perhaps it was the expression on his face.&nbsp; The sort of intensity he got.&nbsp; In his eyes.&nbsp; When he concentrated like this.&nbsp; Because she couldn't help but let out.&nbsp; A giggle.<br><br>"<em>Eliz’beth</em>.."<br><br>"Okay.&nbsp; I’m sorry, but it is just too easy with you sometimes.&nbsp; But, I'll be good.&nbsp; Promise."<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Elizabeth Braddock</em>.&nbsp; Aside from the <em>Professor</em>, she was the one person that helped acclimate him.&nbsp; To life here.&nbsp; In the States.&nbsp; Over the course of four years, she became not only a companion.&nbsp; But a close friend.&nbsp; Near and dear.&nbsp; To his inner essence.&nbsp; She was older than him.&nbsp; Yet age was but a number.&nbsp; Of inconsequence.&nbsp; And he couldn't imagine being here at the school.&nbsp; Without her.&nbsp; And given this experience.&nbsp; This moment.&nbsp; Why, it was nothing short of...<br><br>Perfect.<br>========================================================================<br><strong>That Evening.</strong><br><br>Inside.&nbsp; The quiet of the encompassing <em>Library</em>.&nbsp; If books could talk, rather than.&nbsp; Listen in.&nbsp; On these two.<br><br>He made sure to sit her down, as he wasn't sure how this would go over.&nbsp; &nbsp;The painting was on the table before her.&nbsp; His gift to her.&nbsp; She hadn’t expected him to give it to her, and had tried to convince him he should keep it.&nbsp; But when he insisted it was meant for her, she took his hand in hers.&nbsp; It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for her, and that was saying a lot.&nbsp; Through the years, there were very few who she let be as close to her as he had become, and yet as her gaze fell to the painting, she felt the unease coming from him. <br><br>"I spoke with the <em>Professor</em> all ready.&nbsp; And cleared it with him..."<br><br>Violet eyes fluttered up.&nbsp; To peer at him.&nbsp; Inquisitively.&nbsp; "You cleared <em>what</em>?" Her tone didn’t hide the weight of what she felt was about to fall from his lips.<br><br>Swallowing, removing anything that would obstruct.&nbsp; His voice.&nbsp; "A trip.&nbsp; To my homeland.&nbsp; To see my family."<br><br>"<em>Peter</em>, I don’t understand, why?&nbsp; Why now?&nbsp; Why is this the first time you have mentioned this, to ME of all people?” There were a lot of other why’s she wanted to ask but she was his friend, and every emotion she felt emanating from him told him he needed her support.&nbsp; Instinctively she squeezed his hands. ”For how long?"&nbsp; Her pulse began to race as thoughts poured into her mind.<br><br>"It will be for ten days.&nbsp; Two weeks at most."<br><br>"Peter, are you sure about this?&nbsp; I know you need me to be okay with you going, but this… this just doesn't feel right...."&nbsp; She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his, that to any other observer might be mistaken for an intimate gesture between lovers versus best friends. .&nbsp; <br><br>"I need to do this.&nbsp; Please understand.&nbsp; I haven't been to my country.&nbsp; In a long time."<br><br>"I know, I know.&nbsp; But I can’t shake this feeling Peter that something... “ She cut herself off and nodded.&nbsp; “I know.”&nbsp; She finally whispered against his forehead before sitting up straight.&nbsp; Which is why I'm coming with you” <em>Peter</em>, please.&nbsp; You and I.&nbsp; We're a team, right?&nbsp; And teams belong together."&nbsp; She looked in his eyes knowing she could easily persuade him to her way of thinking, but that wasn’t their way.&nbsp; It was clear she was concerned, or was it that she was just going to miss him?&nbsp; He couldn't quite pinpoint it. <br><br>"<em>Eliz’beth</em>.&nbsp; It cannot be.&nbsp; You have classes to teach.&nbsp; Finals are coming up."&nbsp; He reached out to take her other hand in his, holding them both to his chest. But by this point she had already realized he had made up his mind, and she used his hands to pull herself forward, her arms wrapping around his neck to hug him.&nbsp; He readily encased her within his warm embrace.&nbsp; Tightly.&nbsp; Suffice it to say.&nbsp; More than anything.&nbsp; He was going to miss...<br><br>His best friend.<br><br>"Be home before you know it."<br><br>"Promise?"&nbsp; She nuzzled and squeezed him in return.<br><br>"<em> да </em>.&nbsp; I promise."<br>========================================================================<br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">*Thank you to the lovely Miss "Angelicant" for collaborating with me, on this post with her input on <em>Psylocke</em>.&nbsp; It couldn't have happened without her!<br><strong>****Again, this happened one month ago.&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; <em>Colossus</em> has NOT been at the school since.****</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>12-04-2020, 22:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/24/83/54/248354e20d4e3b0613e7af6cd7ecc080.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Kara De Luca | Proxy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15339787#msg15339787)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Lakeside<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: OPEN<br><hr><hr><br>It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was shining and birds were chirping happily in the trees all over the grounds, but Kara wasn't outside to enjoy the weather. The lake was typically the place she tended to hang out during the day. It wasn't to go swimming or to watch others splash around, but to get away from all the connections. It felt like everyone was always attached to their phones - Posting, texting, video calls to friends and family outside of this mansion. It was all too much. Too much information, too much to process, too much stimulus! She couldn't stay locked in her bedroom all day, hiding in the little box that blocked out all that signal. Kara knew she needed to get out, feel the sun, stretch her legs, but she needed to escape the chaos. She couldn't stay inside, surrounded by people with phones in their pockets and laptops in nearly every room.<br><br>Kara moved as far away as she could get from the mansion without physically being in the lake and sat down, exhaling heavily as she closed her eyes for a moment. She hadn't escaped her connection, but it was at least quieter now and the visual connections were faded enough to not force her eyes to it. She was calm, sitting beside the lake for a moment as she just breathed slowly and deeply before laying down on the ground.<br><br>Amber-colored eyes looked up at the sky, ignoring the lit up connections before her enough to see the clouds as they floated by, changing shape and reminding her of a simpler time, before her <em>"hallucinations"</em> began. It had been four months and she was still no closer to getting it under control. Or, at least, that's how it felt. It was just so difficult to focus on anything besides the signals, to hear any one person on their own without voices in the background, talking about what they had for dinner or how Greg was most definitely cheating because Stephanie thought she saw him at the movies with some girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>13-04-2020, 08:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/60/eb/5b/60eb5b068490896ade7303001fc6f212.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: Anna Marie / Rogue<br><strong>Location</strong>: An unknown location, A workout room in a safe house (possibly in Europe, maybe?)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: N/A<br><hr><hr>Anna Marie bounced on her toes as she circled the bag before she threw another right hook.&nbsp; The three pound gloves covering her hands did little to soften the blow as the bag swung back from the solid connection.&nbsp; She bounced to her left and delivered a series of three body blows in rapid succession.&nbsp; Her hips, weight, and shoulders all flowed into each blow.<br><br>She was madder than a wet hen 'n fixin' to tell someone 'bout it.&nbsp; That someone was likely her Mama, Mystique.&nbsp; Destiny and her had gone 'n picked up 'n dragged her to tarnation knows where.&nbsp; Now her days were full of trainin' for somethin' or other.&nbsp; Mama wouldn't tell her what.&nbsp; Just that it was big 'n important.&nbsp; She reckoned it had to be, else Mama wouldn't of dragged her cross an ocean 'n forbid her to do any sightseein'.&nbsp; Reckon it was due to the fact that what they were doin was'n zactly legal.&nbsp; Laws made by homo-sapiens for homo-sapiens.&nbsp; Those fancy lawmakers hadn't considered Mutant-kind when they were busy draftin' the rules for everyone to live by.&nbsp; Never thought some lil' girl might be born with the ability to absorb someone's memories 'n life with nothin' but a touch.&nbsp; Ain't ever thought someone like that could even exist.<br><br>She spun and lashed out with a kick to the heavy bag.&nbsp; The arc of her foot connected solidly with a thud.<br><br>Still, if Anna Marie had her druthers, she'd be sittin' in some school somewhere, livin' a normal life.&nbsp; Not cursed with some power she couldn't control no matter how hard she tried.&nbsp; Not cursed to never be able to touch her skin to another's.&nbsp; <br><br>None of it amounted to a hill o' beans anyway.&nbsp; Folks like her existed now.&nbsp; 'N not those turncoat Avengers, or any government could stop what was comin'.&nbsp; Their efforts were as good as a screen door on a submarine.&nbsp; Mama was goin' make sure they never hurt no mutant again, 'n Rogue would be there ta help.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>15-04-2020, 00:56:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/19/b4/58/19b45840096d3d0f0d42dc5881d3e95d.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Ororo Munero / Storm<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: N/A<br><hr><hr><br>Ororo Munroe soared high above the pond, floating and spinning gracefully in a type of aerial ballet. Dancing on the air currents was her favourite form of relaxation, her own style of meditation as it were. Here, far from the mansion, she could find some peace and privacy away from the commotion that comes with sharing a home with a dozen other people. Here, she could shed her inhibitions, and the wonder and power of the very elements she held in her command. At Nineteen years old she was incredibly powerful for such a young woman and she had skills that included all the elements, they were available at her fingertips. Some called her a Goddess and others called her a punk kid, a no good mutant. She was all those things and much more, here at this school she was learning to be the best version of herself. <br><br>The winds were still, except for the slight updrafts she conjured up to lift her higher in the night sky. Allowing herself enough altitude, she would twist and dive, spinning slowly and gracefully head first toward the earth. At the last moment, she would arch her back, changing direction and soar toward the heavens again. The sun was high in the sky and caressing her smooth skin. This was, most definitely, where she belonged - where she felt most comfortable. Free from the bindings of civilized society, with its own set of morals and judgments of what was right or wrong or what was deemed acceptable behaviour. <br><br>The natural world was hers to command - the elements, hers to control. She understood the power and the beauty of nature; its elegance and its fury, like few others could. <br><br>As she twisted lazily high above the water, admiring the stars above her and the sunlight reflecting on the glassy surface below, something caught her eye. In the shadowy darkness of the forest below something moved. <br><br>Ororo stilled herself, coming to a graceful halt, and watched as he stepped out from the cover of the tree line. She recognized him immediately, his trademark cowboy hat giving him away. She had no problem seeing him, as the fullness of the sun, A forgiving Sun they called it&nbsp; illuminated the ground below. It didn't surprise her that he was out here. Like her, he came here often, and she supposed for the same reasons. To find some peace and solitude and to escape the manacles that society tried to bind him with. She dropped down her leather boots touching the marble of the pool area. She wasn't fitting in the best with her other X-men. But she knew that she was in the best place for herself and her development here, she could no longer be a thief on the streets of New York City, a pick pocket who was haunted by bad dreams of a Shadow King. She watched as her fellow X-man vanished inside, she crossed her arms and looked down at the pool, part of her wanted to strip off out of her leather outfit, her *Punk* clothing, her signature outfit which conveyed a sense of strength. She waited, waited patiently for someone, someone to talk to, to reconnect with. Maybe to make sense of what her place was here at this school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lachiyous</strong> on <strong>20-04-2020, 21:42:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/gambitholloway2.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: <em>Remy LeBeau/Gambit</em><br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>X-Mansion - Poolside</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Clone, Crystal</em>/OPEN<br><hr><hr><br><strong>Friday Night.&nbsp; [Somewhere.&nbsp; In New York]</strong><br><br><em>&lt;&gt;This is who you are.&nbsp; What you are.&nbsp; At the end, LeBeau...you'd do well to remember:&nbsp; you belong to me.&lt;&gt;</em><br><br>Fickle.&nbsp; Is the <em>wind</em>.&nbsp; Which blows any, an every.&nbsp; Thing.&nbsp; This way and that.&nbsp; Perhaps even...a tiny <em>leaf</em>.&nbsp; Caressing.&nbsp; Caretaking.&nbsp; Unto the wind's grasp, its all but.&nbsp; Helpless.&nbsp; And pliable.&nbsp; Taken where upon ever it's.&nbsp; Transported.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a <em>leaf</em> after all, and has NO choice.&nbsp; NO free will in the matter.&nbsp; Why...<br><br>The wind could carry it into the Ocean wherein it would surely <em>drown</em>.<br>The wind could carry it into a Volcano wherein it would surely <em>burn</em>.<br>The wind could even carry it into the Desert wherein it would surely <em>crumble</em>.<br>Or, the wind could simply.&nbsp; Just...<br><br>Stop.&nbsp; Blowing.&nbsp; Setting the <em>leaf</em> free.&nbsp; If but, for an instant.&nbsp; An instant, the moment.&nbsp; The moment...potentially.&nbsp; Chance worthy.&nbsp; And opportune.&nbsp; <em>If cards could be played right</em>.&nbsp; If and only if...<br><br>What was the forecast for tonight anyhow?&nbsp; <em>Mostly clear skies</em>.&nbsp; <em>Low 68F</em>.&nbsp; <em>Winds NNW at 5 to 10mph</em>.&nbsp; Uh oh.&nbsp; Seems like the <em>leaf</em> might not be, that.&nbsp; Free.&nbsp; After all...<br><br>But then, are <em>leaves</em> -- anything or anyone -- ever.&nbsp; Actually.&nbsp; Unhindered?&nbsp; Can the singular, much less manyment, be just that.&nbsp; Unrestrained?&nbsp; Unchained?&nbsp; Unbounded?&nbsp; <br><br>Free.<br><br>Inside.&nbsp; Deep inside.&nbsp; Must a heart.&nbsp; The spirit.&nbsp; Must it ever be able to be.&nbsp; That of its own.&nbsp; Desire.&nbsp; Hopes and dreams.&nbsp; And not, belonging.&nbsp; Elsewhere?&nbsp; Was there a possibility for a <em>leaf's</em>.&nbsp; Amibition.&nbsp; To be greater than the preordained.&nbsp; Pathway.&nbsp; <em>To fall off from the tree</em>.&nbsp; <em>And die</em>.&nbsp; Could there NOT be more in LIFE than that?&nbsp; Should there not be?&nbsp; If there wasn't.&nbsp; What.&nbsp; Was.&nbsp; The.&nbsp; Point?&nbsp; A <em>leaf</em>&nbsp; -- silly, simple lowly at that -- had...<em>feelings</em>, didn't it?&nbsp; It <em>deserved</em> more.&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; <br><br>Shh.&nbsp; Perk your ear up.&nbsp; And listen closely.&nbsp; That's not the wind.&nbsp; That's not the Ocean.&nbsp; Or a Volcano.&nbsp; Even the Desert.&nbsp; It's a <em>leaf</em>.&nbsp; Whispering about <em>its</em> hopes and dreams.&nbsp; And longings.&nbsp; Outside of itself.&nbsp; Mostly about <em>photosynthesis</em>.&nbsp; The conversion of energy, from...<br><br><em>Light</em>.&nbsp; Sometimes that's all a little <em>leaf</em> wants.&nbsp; Or needs.&nbsp; In its life.&nbsp; Love...in the form of.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Light...<br><br>It was a stop.&nbsp; Which meant.&nbsp; The week -- <em>this</em> one -- was over.&nbsp; There needn't be a hunt.&nbsp; For him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was much too practiced, to not.&nbsp; Cover his tracks.&nbsp; Expertly, now-a-days.&nbsp; No, neither search nor obligation -- even <em>desire</em> -- to go out of his.&nbsp; Way.&nbsp; And find...<em>trouble</em>.&nbsp; Not at the moment.&nbsp; It was, after all, the end of the week.&nbsp; With no...pressing endeavors to.&nbsp; Tend to.&nbsp; Or simply get caught up within.&nbsp; A time and a place.&nbsp; Now?&nbsp; He wanted the nothing to do.&nbsp; With, anything.&nbsp; Except maybe some.&nbsp; Relaxation...<br><br>The layover was more.&nbsp; Or.&nbsp; Less, time for a breather.&nbsp; This place, this part of the city....where ever that was exactly.&nbsp; Would do just as well.&nbsp; To break.&nbsp; Apart.&nbsp; And steal away from any <em>business transactions</em> and<em> professional dealings</em> he might seek out, by.&nbsp; Instinct.&nbsp; Sometimes, one has a calling.&nbsp; Inside.&nbsp; And such cannot -- for the <em>life</em> of them -- go unheard.&nbsp; Unnoticed.&nbsp; Or unanswered.&nbsp; Not in his...trade.&nbsp; Not by the likes of unsavory, powerful folk as.&nbsp; <em>Silvermane</em>.&nbsp; Or even far more <em>dark</em> and <em>mysterious</em> presences, from the.&nbsp; Past...<br><br>If time had taught him any a thing, it was.&nbsp; To bide his time.&nbsp; Patiently.&nbsp; Know all that one -- he -- could possibly encompass on.&nbsp; A target.&nbsp; Person.&nbsp; Object.&nbsp; After all, clever is the one, that finds the <em>cheese</em> without getting.&nbsp; Caught.&nbsp; In the trap.&nbsp; Yes, but.&nbsp; Brilliantly...thorough is the other, who not only bypassed the original ruse.&nbsp; But.&nbsp; Also, found the source of the.&nbsp; <em>Cheese factory</em> itself.&nbsp; Or getting a <em>free pass</em>.&nbsp; All night.&nbsp; At a <em>brothel</em>.&nbsp; Also, nothing short of.&nbsp; Brilliant.<br><br>Even so.<br><br>"Help!"&nbsp; A cry.&nbsp; Sudden.&nbsp; Earnest.&nbsp; Scared..closeby.&nbsp; <br><br>Hmph.&nbsp; This particular street, this dingy area.&nbsp; Felt a bit run down.&nbsp; And <em>seedy</em>.&nbsp; Perhaps, lingering too long.&nbsp; Would benefit the no one.&nbsp; Least, and.&nbsp; Most.&nbsp; Himself.&nbsp; But still...<br><br><em>Striiiiike</em>.&nbsp; The match.<br><br><em>Puff</em>.&nbsp; <em>Pufff</em>.<br><br><em>Inhale</em>.<br><br>The moment when he couldn't take to enjoying a.&nbsp; <em>Marlboro</em> Cigarette.&nbsp; Was one, he wanted the no part of.&nbsp; Leaning back, against.&nbsp; The weatherworn building with.&nbsp; Paint chips falling off the door.&nbsp; Graffiti splotched over some, around this.&nbsp; Establishment with a neon pink logo overhead.&nbsp; <em>The Brazen Fox</em>.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Exhale</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>It would do.&nbsp; To hold him up.&nbsp; For it was getting late.&nbsp; And...<br><br>"Uhhh, whadduya complainin' about?"&nbsp; Someone else...<br><br>"That's right! It's time you gave us our own lil' performance. Ain't that right boyz?"&nbsp; More.&nbsp; Strangers.&nbsp; In the night.&nbsp; He couldn't have been more.&nbsp; Disinterested.&nbsp; And uninvolved.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Inhale</em>.<br><br>The time for departure had practically come.&nbsp; It was--<br><br>"Please someone!&nbsp; Mmmpphhh--"&nbsp; The...first -- a <em>woman's</em> -- voice?&nbsp; Around the corner.&nbsp; Down the alley, from the sound of it.&nbsp; Was <em>she</em>...<br><br><em>Exhale</em>.<br><br>He stood straight.&nbsp; Up, pressing.&nbsp; Away from the wall.&nbsp; And took a step.&nbsp; In the direction.&nbsp; Of <em>her</em> voice, craning his neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;Around the corner.&nbsp; Spotting <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Victimized.&nbsp; And in danger.&nbsp; &nbsp;Four men.&nbsp; He couldn't make out much of the <em>girl</em>.&nbsp; Besides.&nbsp; Ringlets of golden honey, and <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Doe eyed.&nbsp; Tears...<br><br><em>Inhale</em>.<br><br>Something.&nbsp; Inside.&nbsp; A trigger, from.&nbsp; Within.&nbsp; It....what <em>was</em> it?&nbsp; This, this type of situation.&nbsp; Didn't present itself to him.&nbsp; For him.&nbsp; Much, if at all.&nbsp; But what about it...what specifically about it called to him?&nbsp; People.&nbsp; Was it <em>her</em>?&nbsp; He didn't KNOW <em>her</em>.&nbsp; At least he didn't think so, though he couldn't be sure.&nbsp; Not with so little a glance.&nbsp; What about them?&nbsp; The four men on the attack?&nbsp; What was different?&nbsp; What was the connection?&nbsp; What...communicated to him.&nbsp; Internally.&nbsp; In a way, that could only best be described.&nbsp; Possibly.&nbsp; As...from and to the.<br><br>Heart?<br><br>Was it <em>her</em> eyes?&nbsp; <em>Her</em> hair?&nbsp; <em>Her</em> tears...what did he <em>see</em> in them?<br><br><em>Exhale</em>.<br><br>It didn't matter.&nbsp; Not one bit. <em> She</em> would NOT cry anymore.&nbsp; Not if he could help it!&nbsp; Approaching the assailants from the rear of.&nbsp; End, his cigarette to be.&nbsp; Flicked aside, and his voice.&nbsp; Announced.&nbsp; More to the immediate comfort of the <em>girl</em>.&nbsp; But also, to initiate.&nbsp; Control, "Ev'ryone can relax. <em>GAMBIT</em> has arrived!"<br><br>The two closest to the <em>Cajun</em> jerked.&nbsp; Around.&nbsp; To his presence.&nbsp; Too late, for his left hand had all ready released the glowing.&nbsp; <em>Ace of Hearts</em>..<br><br><em>Fizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzizzzzzzizzzzziizzzzzzzzzz--BOOOOOOOOOMMMmmmm</em>!&nbsp; <br><br>Both sent.&nbsp; Flying, unto opposite walls.&nbsp; From the explosion.&nbsp; Releasing <em>her</em>, the others attempted to have a go.&nbsp; At him.&nbsp; But he was <em>all ready</em> on THEM...<br><br><em>CraaaAAaackk</em>!&nbsp; Of the <em>metal bo staff</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;Upside the head of one.&nbsp; In his right hand.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Swiiiiiiiiiiiiipe--BASSHHHHH</em>!&nbsp; The last one.&nbsp; <br><br>It happened so fast, he didn't even perspire.&nbsp; And they didn't have the chance to.&nbsp; React.&nbsp; Besides, afterwards, the audibles in.&nbsp; Pain..<br><br>Then there was his.&nbsp; <em>Damsel</em>.&nbsp; <em>In distress</em>.&nbsp; For whom, he extended his hand out.&nbsp; To help <em>her</em> up.&nbsp; And reassure <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Non verbally.&nbsp; Of <em>her</em> safety.&nbsp; <br>========================================================================<br><strong>Friday Late Night.</strong><br><br>"There's a professor out in <em>Westchester</em>.&nbsp; He...has a 'school for the gifted'.."&nbsp; She spoke quietly, her finger tips lost in his chest hair.&nbsp; He cast his gaze down upon her.&nbsp; She was in his embrace.&nbsp; On the bed.<br><br>"Why you tell <em>Gambit</em> dis, <em>chere</em>?"&nbsp; She tilted her head up.<br><br>"Earlier.&nbsp; Outside.&nbsp; When you helped me.&nbsp; I saw what you could do..."&nbsp; He watched her intently.&nbsp; Then blinked.<br><br>"Ahh.&nbsp; Dat.&nbsp; Was jus' to get into de panties, non?"&nbsp; She opened her mouth wide in mock astonishment before playfully smacking his chest.&nbsp; He flashed her a cheeky grin.<br><br>"I was referring to your <em>power</em>, and not your penis."&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; He didn't speak.&nbsp; She continued, "You aren't the only one that has a <em>gift</em>....although...I very rarely use it, unless I'm on stage.&nbsp; I've just never seen anyone else---"<br><br>"<em>Gambit</em> heard 'nough.&nbsp; No more of de talk."&nbsp; He began to rise...<br><br>"Fine.&nbsp; Okay, I'll stop.&nbsp; Aren't you going to at least stay the night with me?&nbsp; I'd feel less of a slut that way!"&nbsp; She positioned herself upon him, mashing her breasts against his body, beckoning him.<br><br>"Of course, <em>chere</em>.&nbsp; Of course."&nbsp; He pressed his lips to hers once more, leading her onto her back with him atop....<br>========================================================================<br><strong>Friday Late Late Night. [Xavier's School of the Gifted, NYC]</strong><br><br>The Faded White <em>Volkswagen Beetle</em> reared up the driveway to the mansion, from <em>Graymalkin Lane</em>.&nbsp; Putting it in park, he exited.&nbsp; The tall Gateways loomed ahead before him.&nbsp; One more glance at the vehicle.&nbsp; She wouldn't mind.&nbsp; <em>DAZZLE</em> was on her license plate.&nbsp; He scaled the height of metal.&nbsp; Up.&nbsp; And over.<br>========================================================================<br><strong>Saturday Early Morning.</strong><br><br>[continued/relocated here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=319012.msg15392310#msg15392310)]
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>21-04-2020, 20:10:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; <br><div class="floatleft">(https://deffinition.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Blue-Flash-From-The-Future.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Alexander Damien Richards / Witterquick<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute - Pool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm<br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp;Zander wasn’t one of those wimpy people that hated his powers he had been one to relish them.&nbsp; He was not the hero type he was generally pretty selfish in most regards.&nbsp; He wasn’t one of those nice guy types.&nbsp; Seems like nice guys finished last or even worse ended up ‘friend-zoned’ forever.&nbsp; No one really ever escaped the friend zone sure his dad did but his mom was crazy in love with him from eight grade so that didn’t count what else did they have to do in the stone age but break rocks and have kids.&nbsp; &nbsp;His dad hated that joke…or at least he used too.&nbsp; He didn’t know really he hadn’t seen his parents in forever…Ok, that was a lie he had seen them they were doing ok, but they hadn’t seen him in nigh six years.&nbsp; It was good for mutants not to go near their families, there was a chance of creating more scary deadly mutant.&nbsp; <strong><em>‘Bullshit!’ </em></strong>He was deadly, but by no means scary.&nbsp; He was more deadly from his training most of which he got from his father who was a damned normie anyway so what the hell.&nbsp; The man had been to several wars and such so he was more deadly than Zander was any day of the week unless Zander was moving like he was right now! <br><br><strong><em>‘Oh my GOD!’ </em></strong> It was the thought that always ran through the young man’s mind when he moved.&nbsp; He felt the wind against his face.&nbsp; Sure it was ionized and his body made a shield to protect him as he ran but beyond that, he loved to feel it sure he sometimes left things off in is wake but sometimes he needed that extra burst to get him where he needed to go.&nbsp; That and if he turned off the power, no cameras could catch him.&nbsp; Which typically made him non-existent which was another benefit of his abilities. <br><br>Times like this when he just needed to get out and cut loose.&nbsp; Now when he hit the property. He was over the wall and at the front door in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; Donuts for them in his left-hand, donuts for him in his right.&nbsp; He moved to drop the house donuts on the table and he took his own boxes of donuts out by the pool.&nbsp; <br><br>He propped up his feet, popped open the box and pour himself some milk before he smelled the still warm gooey donuts in the box.&nbsp; “Ah, ambrosia.” &nbsp;He turned to look at the punk rock dark skinned storm goddess.&nbsp; “Un some?”&nbsp; He asked offering what he had in the box and the milk on the table, his goggles still in place as even he finally pulled them down around his neck his eyes still sparkling with electricity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>22-04-2020, 01:17:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/19/b4/58/19b45840096d3d0f0d42dc5881d3e95d.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Ororo Munero / Storm<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Witterquick<br><hr><hr><br>Ororo looked towards the young man who was known as Witterquick. She didn't know him well, she didn't know anyone that well. Her striking punk appearance was a defence mechanisms, it was decertation to let others know she was a badass. She could control the element's and wield thunder as a weapon but she was a skilled fighter too. Ororo learned how to fight when she was on the streets long before she developed her powers. He offerd her food but she shook her hand to show him she didn't want any. "I only eat food I have prepared myself my brother. But many thanks." She said in her thick Nigerian accent as she looked at him. "But you are welcome to eat any fruit from my garden. It is upstairs in my loft room. I grow fresh fruit and vegetables. I water them myself with my gifts from the Goddess." She said him as she gestured to the sky and where her loft bedroom was in the mansion. <br><br>Ororo was still trying to find her way around the school and her fellow students, her mutant brothers and sisters. She was Still trying her best to come to terms with been one of many super powered individual's. Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin the handsome Colossus who was from Russia and could turn himself into steal. And Pyslocke. These were her teammate's and she would need to learn how to trust them especially in the field. But Ororo belived in the mission, she believed in using her gifts to help protect those who couldn't protect themselves.&nbsp; She was strong and she would indeed dedicate her life to protecting those who were weak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>22-04-2020, 09:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.citynetmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/tiffany-toth-ntn-1000x600.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Bobbi Drake (Crystal)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Xavier's School, Girl's Dorm - Pool<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Storm and Alex<br><hr>Like a typical teenager, Bobbi remained in bed, covers pulled over her head in an attempt to block out the annoying morning sun, until the rumbling of her stomach finally convinced her to move.&nbsp; Once upon a time, she loved waking up on Saturdays.&nbsp; Of course, that's when there was something worth doing.&nbsp; Now, any day that didn't include A.M. training, which normally started before the sun rose, was one to cherish by sleeping in and being lazy.&nbsp; It was every teenager's right to sleep until noon on the weekend.&nbsp; In fact, there was probably a biological reason for it, as well.&nbsp; Though, currently, on a Saturday, Bobbi didn't want to think about classes or schoolwork.<br><br>She stopped at her vanity and brushed out her tangles before she exited her room, walked down the hall to the women's showers, and prepared properly for the day.&nbsp; Thirty minutes later, when she decided she'd taxed the school's water heater and boiler enough, she toweled off, dried her hair, and put on her face.&nbsp; In all that time, she still hadn't decided what she was going to do today.<br><br>She carried her shower caddie back to her room and stowed it in her closet.&nbsp; The sun was shinning brightly through her window and filled the entire room with its golden light.&nbsp; On a whim, she moved to her window and glanced outside.&nbsp; &nbsp; There were guys out on the court and even some few people loitering around the pool.&nbsp; Maybe that's what she should do?&nbsp; It was basically summer, right?&nbsp; Even if the temperature wasn't likely to be much above seventy.&nbsp; The cold didn't bother her, and yes, Disney stole the song from her.<br><br>She stripped her clothes off, put on a bikini, and then slipped her tee and shorts back on, before she slipped her feet into a pair of sandals.&nbsp; <br><br>First thing first.&nbsp; <br><br>Food.<br><br>Bobbi made her way to the kitchen, checked her phone, took a selfie, grabbed an apple, banana, and a couple donuts, stacked it all on a plate.&nbsp; She then filled a half gallon bottle with water - no need for ice - and made her way outside.&nbsp; It was a bright day; though, not especially warm.&nbsp; Still, perfect for what she wanted.<br><br>Bobbi waltzed past the basketball court, and watched the guys go up and down the court a few times.&nbsp; She took a seat&nbsp; on a nearby bench, placed her plate beside her, and peeled the banana.&nbsp; With little on her mind, and no hurry to be anywhere in particular, she sat there and ate her makeshift breakfast while watching her classmates.&nbsp; It was fairly boring.&nbsp; They were playing only as mutants could, seldom missed a shot, and barely played defense.&nbsp; <br><br>She finished her meal, then quickly grew bored with the game, and when she was bored she naturally turned to mischief.&nbsp; With a bit of concentration and an unseen wave of cold, a sheet of ice, thick as glass, instantly formed within the rim of the basket.&nbsp; She stood and began to walk to the pool.&nbsp; Confident in her plan and powers.&nbsp; She didn't watch, but the sound of the ball bouncing off the thick ice and the confused profanities that followed brought a delighted smile to her lips.<br><br>She was able to hold in the laugh until she was outside normal hearing and entered the pool area in a fit of giggles.&nbsp; She glanced about and waved at Ororo and Alex before she pulled out a recliner chair from where they were stored, slipped off her tee, wiggled out of her shorts, and lounged poolside.<br><br><strong>"Morning you two."</strong>&nbsp; She wasn't sure if it was actually still morning, but didn't overly worry about it.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry, I'm dead,"</strong> she explained about her laughter.&nbsp; <strong>"So, spill the tea.&nbsp; What's up?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lachiyous</strong> on <strong>27-04-2020, 08:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/mystique.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: <em>Mystique</em><br><strong>Location</strong>: Undisclosed location<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Rogue</em><br><hr><hr><strong>Undisclosed time.&nbsp; [Undisclosed location]</strong><br><br>The time was nigh!&nbsp; Closer even.&nbsp; She knew better than to second guess <em>Irene</em>.&nbsp; <em>Destiny</em>.&nbsp; After all.&nbsp; Close friend aside.&nbsp; The lady was gifted at <em>precognition</em>.&nbsp; Which was invaluable.&nbsp; And she foretold.&nbsp; Of something big.&nbsp; And powerful.&nbsp; Happening soon.&nbsp; And to her...<br><br><em>Daughter</em>.&nbsp; The scared child, whom she'd taken in.&nbsp; Upon her own.&nbsp; And cared for.&nbsp; Trained.&nbsp; Sought to better.&nbsp; The girl, she dare not allow.&nbsp; Leave.&nbsp; Out of her sight.&nbsp; Or off these premises.&nbsp; Not under any circumstance.&nbsp; For she was far too important.&nbsp; <em>They</em> were all so.&nbsp; Close, after all.&nbsp; Sooner then soon in fact...<br><br>Speak of the <em>lil' devil</em>.&nbsp; She decided to give her the news.&nbsp; For once.&nbsp; "Pack your belongings, <em>Rogue</em>.&nbsp; I expect you to be more than ready.&nbsp; Because we leave <em>tomorrow</em>!"&nbsp; A cool smile.&nbsp; Played out.&nbsp; For the young woman that perked up just now.&nbsp; Who had come so far.&nbsp; Under her constructive.&nbsp; Tutelage. <em> Playtime's over</em>...<br>========================================================================
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>27-04-2020, 21:10:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://deffinition.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Blue-Flash-From-The-Future.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Alexander Damien Richards / Witterquick<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute - Pool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm, Crystal<br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp; Zander looked at the weather goddess and smirked.&nbsp; She was offering fruits which made him smile but he didn’t go there even though his eyes looked her over and she was lovely but then.&nbsp; He turned to see Bobbi approaching and sit down near him.&nbsp; Why did she remind him of a popsicle?&nbsp; So lush and tasty.&nbsp; He only smiled and continued eating he was starved...for food!!<br><br>“He lovely what you upto?&nbsp; Brought some donuts and some chocolate milk.”&nbsp; He winked.<br><br>“I can share…” &nbsp;He said but then seeing her plate was far more nutritious than his own he only shrugged.&nbsp; .<br><br>“What do you two have planned for today?&nbsp; I think I am supposed to work out..train…but not feeling it…wanna do something fun…you know fun?!?” &nbsp;He said wiggling his eyebrows not really sure what he had in mind but anything beat sitting in class watching some of his teacher drone on and on about something that didn’t even matter.&nbsp; Since mutants were being hunted like they were public enemy number one.&nbsp; They might say that is not the case but it was already a slippery slope and most of the time people were looking for an excuse or something to point their aggression at since their lives sucked.&nbsp; While he on the other hand really really wanted to just cut loose and have a party…or go to a party…or do something that had party in it!<br><br>He had devoured 9 of his 24 donuts already and ¼ of the milk too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>27-04-2020, 21:47:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d9/48/b5d9486db722a972c61ef7a84e644180.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: Alicia Petrova/Clone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15387904#msg15387904)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Dorms----&gt; Pool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open | Anyone at the pools<br><hr><hr><br>Alicia stretched, adjusting the straps on her swimsuit to fit her form almost perfectly. A hot pink one piece suit, Alicia had gotten this just before coming to Xavier's School. After of course she had learned there was an actual pool here. This entire school was like a dream. Pools, break-feast served daily, very attractive people, and a safe space to practice her abilities? It really was a dream. Or at least it had to be, or else she was crazy in some way.<br><br>But it appeared she was neither dreaming or crazy as she looked out the window and observed the pool area briefly, her eyes sweeping over the students below. She knew exactly no one so far, and that was because she had just arrived yesterday, and gotten herself moved in. But after having slept in a considerable amount after a long night of unpacking, Alicia was ready to go take a dip in the pool, then dry off in the sun while rereading one of her favorite manga's, Fairy Tale. She grabbed the book, slipping it into her bag, which held her towel, sunscreen and now her book, and headed out the door. <br><br>Alicia had classes to go to today, but honestly, she had already sent a clone off to attend those for her. She had dressed that specific clone in more modest clothing of course. Couldn't go to class in a swimsuit. <br><br>Alicia chuckles to herself as she walks out of the dorms and into the sun, slipping her sunglasses from the top of her head onto her nose as she does so. She walks to the pool, musing over her new life as her legs carry her into the large pool area. <br><br>"Hi!" She smiles at the three individuals already here, a woman with white hair, another woman with blonde hair and a man with dark hair that was very obviously devouring donuts and milk. Alicia raises an eyebrow at the sheer amount of donuts, but doesn't comment. She assumed it had something to do with his powers, seeing as he was super fit, and eating that way. Though Alicia was so confused by the different types of powers people had that she didn't think she would ask questions, lest she confused herself more.<br><br>The brunette set her bag down on an empty chair, then glances at the trio, "Do you mind if I sit here?" She asks, with a brilliant smile.<br><br>"I'm Alicia Petrova. I just got here yesterday."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angelicant</strong> on <strong>28-04-2020, 05:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v411/Shalymar/Elliquiy/Female%20Characters/Odette%20Annabel/Psylocke%202_zpsgnislxbk.png)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Elizabeth Braddock | Psylocke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15360692#msg15360692)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Inside the Manor<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Charles Xavier | OPEN<br><hr><hr><br>Elizabeth floated along like a butterfly traveling with the warmth of a summer breeze. She had been searching and searching for that perfect place to rest. Seeking that which was missing but could not seem to be found.<br><br>Fatigue wore her down, her wings battered from the constant use, until she found herself floating downward, spiraling, falling so fast she could no longer control her descent. <br><br>Down. Down. Down.<br><br>Darkness enveloped the light around her, and still she kept falling. Coldness gripped around like the frozen sea the faster she spun out of control.<br><br>Then nothing.<br><br>Back at the manor, Elizabeth woke up with a scream, covered in cold sweat. She shivered.<br><br><em><strong>“Peter!”</strong></em><br><br>Elizabeth paced the floor of her bedroom for what must have been the hundredth time. Unable to go back to sleep after her nightmare. How long had it been? An hour? Two? A quick glance at the clock on her mantle told her it had only been twenty minutes.<br><br>She sighed then paced some more. <br><br>For more than a week she had been trying to make contact with Peter with no success. When the first two weeks of his trip had passed, when he hadn’t returned, she told herself that he was with his family, and he had just lost track of time. She didn’t believe it, and was reminded to have patience.<br><br>Then she tried to tell herself that this was Piotr. He had made her a promise, and he didn’t break promises, at least not to her anyway. But patience Elizabeth. <br><br>Then she tried over and over again to reach out to him, to seek and touch his mind and at the very least make sure he was all right. Nothing. Still she tried until she had fallen asleep exhausted from her efforts. <em><strong>“Damn it Peter, where are you?”</strong></em><br><br>Elizabeth cursed under her breath as she yanked open the door and proceeded to head down the hall towards the front door. She knew he’d be waiting, she had already sensed him and knew he would try to stop her. <br><br><em><strong>“No Charles.”</strong></em> She said, her British accent still as rich as it ever was, but with none of the warmth it usually had, as she moved to walk past him dressed to kill and a new fire in her eyes. <em><strong>“I’m done waiting, and I am fresh out of patience. I shouldn’t have listened to either of you. I should have gone with him, he is my friend and my teammate. I knew this was a mistake. So you can try to stop me, or you can move to help me. But I know something is wrong and I am going to go get him and I am going to bring him back home.”<br></strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lachiyous</strong> on <strong>30-04-2020, 22:29:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg107/penceton/X-Men/gambitholloway2.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: <em>Remy LeBeau/Gambit</em><br><strong>Location</strong>: <em>X-Mansion - Poolside</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Clone, Crystal</em>/OPEN<br><hr><hr>[continued/relocated from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=319012.msg15376409#msg15376409)]<br><strong>Saturday Early Morning.</strong><br><br><em>&lt;&gt;This is who you are.&nbsp; What you are.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the end, LeBeau...you'd do well to remember:&nbsp; you belong to me.&lt;&gt;</em><br><br>“..mmphh..”<br><br>Maybe it was birds, chattering.&nbsp; And chirping.&nbsp; Singing their hearts out.<br>Maybe it was the glow, of the.&nbsp; Sun, warmly.&nbsp; Shining down upon.<br>Maybe it was the dark haired, female.&nbsp; Individual, standing.&nbsp; &nbsp;The blonde lying, down.&nbsp; Quite comfortably, beside him…<br><br>Which stirred him.&nbsp; Somewhat, groggily.&nbsp; From his journey, unto.&nbsp; <em>Slumberland</em>.&nbsp; The <em>Cajun</em> had been, sprawled.&nbsp; On out, upon.&nbsp; His trench coat.&nbsp; And had taken, refuge.&nbsp; Here.&nbsp; Under the stars, late night.&nbsp; The last.&nbsp; He allowed the sleep, to dissipate.&nbsp; From himself – his eyes, his mind, his being – entirely.&nbsp; Before he set his focus, upon.&nbsp; <em>Them</em>.&nbsp; These girls.&nbsp; The <em>brunette</em> and <em>blonde</em>, not six feet away.&nbsp; From him.&nbsp; Perhaps she….they…hadn’t seen him, asleep.&nbsp; Here, from.&nbsp; Before?<br><br>“Mornin’ dere.&nbsp; Can’t ‘magine de better way to wake up, den in de presence of lovely girls, eh?”&nbsp; &nbsp;The rays of the Sun.&nbsp; Showered, down.&nbsp; Upon them.&nbsp; A soft breeze rustled one.&nbsp; Brown.&nbsp; Lock, down across his unshaven face.&nbsp; As his red irises gleamed.&nbsp; Brightly, for the both.&nbsp; Female individuals.&nbsp; This morning.&nbsp; As a smile, rolled.&nbsp; Off his lips.<br><br>Indeed. 'Cause sometimes, that's all a little leaf wants. Or needs. In its life. Love...in the form of. Yes. <em>Light</em>...<br>========================================================================<br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">****The above <em>mutant</em> has been contacted by <em>Charles</em>, but she has not accepted his invitation to the school at this time****<br>****<strong><em>GAMBIT</em> just "entered" the premises for the first time....officially....last night (re:&nbsp; Friday Late Late Night), and is meeting the first students right now, <em>CLONE &amp; CRYSTAL</em></strong>****</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2020, 22:55:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blackfilm.com/read/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Alexandra-Shipp-in-X-Men-Apocalypse.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Ororo Munero / Storm<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Witterquick<br><hr><hr><br>As Ororo entered the kitchen her eyes fell on Bobbi Drake AKA (Crystal), she was a beautiful all American Girl. The weather witch smiled and nodded towards her as she poured herself a cup of black coffee. The handsome young man was&nbsp; Alexander Damien Richards aka (Witterquick). He was charming and he knew how to charm most women, she could tell by the way he smiled at her and Crystal. Alexander said he was going to train, all Xavier wanted them to do was train, to what end? To be a mutant task force? Keeping the streets safe for the average mutant. They were all lucky, they could pass for humans, even she could with her natural white hair could pass for a regular new York trendy young woman. But some mutants had a feline appearance, ore reptilian ore even Aquatic and they could not be so lucky. they were the ones been shot and hung up across the country. She was a black woman, she knew all too well what the general American public was cable of.&nbsp; It turned her stomach and made her sick to even think about it, it made her angry and she wanted to strike out. To summon all the forces of the elements at her finger tips and go after every hate group she could find. Not just for Mutant's but for people of colour, immigrant's, women and member's of the LGTBQ community. Ororo had a lot of battles she wanted to fight and she had the power and the skills to do it. But Charles Xavier had grander plans for her and the rest of his "X-men". She knew she had anger issues and she used meditation every day to breath through the anger that lied within. <br><br>She sipped at her coffee as not to burn her lips. Tilting her head to one side she was amused by the statement of Alexander that as apposed to training they could sneak away and do something "Fun." "Do you think Xaiver will allow that? He is the most skilled telepath on the planet. We could never hide our thoughts from him, not that I would ever dare to." She said with a shrug as she offered them a somewhat glassy stare. "What would be you're idea of fun by the way Alex? You know I played a dangerous game before winding up here at this wonderful school. I grew up on the streets, I was used to Drag Races, cage fights and long game heist's. I was not a safe woman to be around for the longest time." She told them with utter transparency. "But maybe the two of you could come up for something for us to do that would be safer and to the approval of our wealthy benefactor." She said in reference to the man who had brought them all together. This was the first place that had ever come close to feeling like a home for Ororo, and she wasn't willing to jeopardize that. She wanted to be better then she had been, she wanted to change this twisted world for the better. She felt a sense of calm when she met Xavier, yes she was aware he could be manipulating her mind with his power. But she choose to believe in the validity of his words and his convictions.&nbsp; Ororo hoped her fellow X-men would feel the same way and wanted to use their gifts to benefit mankind and not make the world a worsen place for having them in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gannameade</strong> on <strong>30-04-2020, 23:27:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/shemar_moore/img/026-6.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Alexander Damien Richards / Witterquick (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15342513#msg15342513)<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute - Pool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm, Crystal<br><hr><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;“No I don’t mind at all.&nbsp; Welcome.&nbsp; Glad to have you here.&nbsp; Feel free.&nbsp; Some donuts?”&nbsp; Zander said offering some to Alicia.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but admire the outfit, most wore two pieces but she was just as delectable in her outfit.&nbsp; “Where are you from?&nbsp; Name sounds European?”&nbsp; He wanted to say Russian but what did he know she could just be from upstate New York for all he knew, he tried not to sound too excited to meet the new person.<br><br>He looked over at Crystal and smirked.&nbsp; When the guy with Red eyes chimed in and all but ignored him with his charming words he knew what he was after.&nbsp; He went back to eating his donuts since he had his eyes on the women, not that he could blame him but it wasn’t contest for Zander anyway so he said nothing about him putting his mack down.<br><br>“It is not so much about hiding so much as asking for forgiveness rather than permission.&nbsp; We can only practice so much in the danger room.&nbsp; And what difference does it make really, people will hate us whether they know who we are or not.&nbsp; Mutant…Mute…Freak…Darkie…Jigaboo…Ni….you get my point!” He said cutting himself off quickly, “ People found something to be mad about and wanna attack people for some reason.&nbsp; So we might as well pick one day and just enjoy it.” &nbsp;He looked at Ororo.<br><br>“I like amusement parks, even though I run faster than the fastest ride out there but there is nothing like just being free.&nbsp; Then there is the shooting range…to be honest anything really…I mean being cooped up here learning what.&nbsp; I almost have a medical degree I just haven’t taken my boards but what is the point if I can’t practice?!?&nbsp; So what more is there to learn?!?&nbsp; Go to class? Please!&nbsp; But…Cage fighting sounds interesting?!?”&nbsp; He did his best not to sound disappointed about not being able to use his skills.<br><br>“Oh wow?&nbsp; The weather witch was a real live badass….nice!!”&nbsp; He nodded his approval.&nbsp; He would actually enjoy testing his real skills.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>01-05-2020, 05:01:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.citynetmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/tiffany-toth-ntn-1000x600.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Bobbi Drake (Crystal)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Storm, Alex, Alicia, and Remy<br><hr>She glanced at Alex and smiled lazily.&nbsp; <strong>"I already partook, thanks though,"</strong> she replied to his offer.&nbsp; She wouldn't mind drinking after him, but that seemed a little too with others watching, especially Storm.&nbsp; She was so mom.<br><br>When Alex mentioned fun, she arched a manicured blonde brow.&nbsp; Fun sounded lit.<br><br>Bobbi quirked a brow at the girl strolling out to the pool in a swimsuit.&nbsp; While she didn't mind the company, she would've bet that she'd be the only one who the chill seventy degrees didn't bother.&nbsp; Well, maybe Ororo.&nbsp; Bobbi didn't quite know how the Weather Witch's powers worked or if she had a secondary mutation that allowed her body to ignore the effects of the weather she created.&nbsp; It'd make sense.<br><br>She gave a lazy wave to the new girl, <strong>"name's Bobbi.&nbsp; Prefer Krystalle.&nbsp; Ice manipulation,"</strong> she said in form of greeting.&nbsp; <strong>"Welcome to Xavier's."</strong><br><br>She gave the new girl a friendly smile once more before turning her attention back to Alex and Ororo.&nbsp; She listened as Storm become a Suzanne.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, yeah.&nbsp; We're all woke.&nbsp; Don't be extra,"</strong> she told Ororo.<br><br>It wasn't that she disagreed with the former drag racing queen.&nbsp; She simply wanted to be seventeen and not worry about the entire world hating her, or lynch mobs forming because she made the temperature drop a dozen degrees.<br><br><strong>"Fun sounds perfect,"</strong> she told Alex.<br><br>Her gaze then fell upon the man who she had somehow missed until that point.&nbsp; Red eyes revealed he belonged there, but he seemed a bit overdressed for the pool area.&nbsp; She wondered if he was really sleeping or if he had been eavesdropping.<br><br>When he complemented them, she laughed and shot the other women a glance.&nbsp; <strong>"Who's the boomer?"</strong> she asked.&nbsp; His accent was thick, but she wasn't one to fall for a guy simply because they talked differently.&nbsp; She felt a little unnerved that he'd popped out of nowhere, and she felt he'd even intruded upon them a bit. <strong>"Word of advice.&nbsp; It's 2020, we're women or ladies."</strong><br><br>She once again returned her attention to Ororo and Alex.&nbsp; With an overly dramatic shrug, <strong>"I don't have training or class scheduled today.&nbsp; Fun sounds like an excellent way to spend some free time.&nbsp; I mean it's Saturday.&nbsp; With Piotr gone, the place has been a whole lot more quiet.&nbsp; It's one less adult looking after us.&nbsp; I'm not saying we go behind the Prof's back, but we should make the most of our youth while we can.&nbsp; As far as I know, there's no reason we can't leave campus, right?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JessLowell12</strong> on <strong>03-05-2020, 04:59:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b5/d9/48/b5d9486db722a972c61ef7a84e644180.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Character</strong>: Alicia Petrova/Clone (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318440.msg15387904#msg15387904)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Pool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open | Gambit, Crystal, Witterquick<br><hr><hr><br>Alicia glances at the man that had just arisen from his slumber, and she can't help but raise an eyebrow. He was ruggedly handsome with a "I just stumbled out of a bar" kind of air to him. It makes Alicia unappreciative of the charm. Or the attempt of charm at least. Regardless, the brunette shoots the man a smile, dazzling in its own right.<br><br>"She's right, we are ladies or women." Alicia echoes Bobbi's words, throwing a grin at the blonde, she liked her already. <br><br>But she turns back to Bobbi and smiles, before her eyes go wide in interest. "Ice manipulation, nice." Alice smiles and nods, before sitting down on the lounge chair and setting her bag to the side of it. <br><br>"I have class, but this version of me doesn't have to go." Alicia shrugs, referring to the clone she had sent off to the classroom before.<br><br>"I can clone myself." Alicia explains her ability to the blonde. Then she turns to Alex with a curious look, before answering his questions.<br><br>"No thank you." She says to the offer of donuts, "I'm from Connecticut actually. Not too far from here." Alicia explains, a small smile still on her face while she catches up with the conversations she hadn't been privy to.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-05-2020, 08:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.blackfilm.com/read/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Alexandra-Shipp-in-X-Men-Apocalypse.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Ororo Munero / Storm<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute <br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Witterquick, Clone and Crystal <br><hr><hr><br><br>Ororo looked from Zander and back towards Alicia. She was going to have to learn to put her trust in them, given they were supposed to go out into the field together, that was the whole plan wasn't it? Been part of a team which could effect change for the Mutant community, something she believed so strongly in. Ororo was very fortunate to have the gifts that she had. She wanted to share them with the world but didn't always feel that she could maybe she was scared of her own power.&nbsp; She looked over as Witterquick asked Alicia where she was from.&nbsp; Mentioning that her name sounded European, she was a beauty to be sure was Alicia, with strong striking features.<br><br>Witterquck then stated he liked amusement parks, even though he ran faster than the fastest ride`s out there. But it was an idea for a group bonding session, something the weather witch thought was very important for them as a team. He then mentioned a shooting range, guns were not something Miss Munero was comfortable with at all. Guns were very violent and lead to so much tragedy in this country and around the world. He stated he had a good education himself with almost having a medical degree, therefore what else was he going to learn? But Xavier obviously had him here to act as a active member of the team and maybe a leader? He said Cage fighting sounded interesting. Ororo raised her right eyebrow. "Not if one of our mutant brothers or sisters is been forced to fight in a cage fight. Those matches started in Europe in the late 1980s an have bled over here in recent years." she told him knowing all too well what some humans were capable of. She could keep the weather in check where they went, her powers were indeed great in that regard. They were soon joined by another young woman who was on the team. Bobbi Drake who had a much more carefeee attitude as apposed to other members of this new Squad. <br><br>She told Ororo they were all Woke, which seemed almost dismissive and almost alittle rude. Ororo hated that those who believed in equality for all were seen as "Woke" and this had somehow become a dirty word. Ignorance&nbsp; was not something to be applauded, given it more often then not lead directly to violence. She refer to Alexander as a boomer, which again Ororo found a little rude to judge someone on their age. Alex was clearly not a boomer, but indeed a handsome and intelligent man that had caught the white haired punks eye. Bobbi was going to be a handful she could see it coming in regards to her. But she was a patient woman and she could deal with most personalities. Bobbi noted that Piotr was gone and it was a Saturday and they should enjoy their yought. Ororo agreed on this point and it was important that they bonded as a unit. Alicia agreed with Bobbis stamtent about been refer to as Ladies or Women. Lables were just lables really, self imposed and Ororo had little if any time for them. Alicia stated she did have a class but she could *clone* herself and as a result a version of her could go with them. "Fascinating." Storm said in reference to the young brunette's power. "Do you retain all of you're Clones memory's at any given time?" If that was so, then Alicia could stand to be very intelligent indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men:  A Brave New World (IC MAIN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>golani</strong> on <strong>13-05-2020, 04:08:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/wYTh5Qf/images.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character</strong>: Mariko Yashida / Sunfire<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute, pool<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open | Storm<br><hr><hr><br>The first sign of life was a mumble of something not quite English from under the sheets. This was followed by some movement. Mariko then popped her head out from under the covers.<br><br>She sighed, shielding her eyes from the sunlight that came through the window. She stole a glance at the lovely dress she had worn last night and laid down on a chair before she went to bed last night, pointedly ignoring the alarm clock and iPhone on the night table.<br><br><em>What day was it? </em>Mariko thought as her brain slowly chugged into motion. <em>Saturday…no training…yay!</em><br><br>Mariko had come home late last night from a New York Philharmonic concert at Lincoln Center. She had been looking forward to it for weeks. And it was fantastic.<br><br>No date, of course. She had gone alone. Again. <br><br>As a child, Mariko was forced by her parents to take music lessons in violin and piano. At first, she hated them, but later she actually began to secretly enjoy them. She turned out to be quite good, maybe even enough to be a professional musician. But her parents wouldn’t allow that. Nope, marriage and babies were Mariko's future.<br><br>Fuck that.<br><br>Lucky for her, Xavier gave Mariko gave her an outlet by letting her teach music at the school. And though she liked teaching, Mariko didn’t have someone to really share her love of music.<br><br>Mariko pushed these thoughts away. It was time to take a break and go to the pool, not be miserable about your love life. The weather was not expected to be very warm, but the cold didn’t bother her. Not when you’re a human fusion reactor.<br><br>First thing on the list…shower. Mariko threw back the sheets and sat up. She stretched and yawned before heading to the women’s showers. A quick 10 minutes later, Mariko was back in her room. Somebody had used up all the hot water, and the unexpected blast of very cold water caused her to squeal in shock before she could react, ruining the experience.<br><br>Mariko put her hair up in her near trademark pigtails and walked over to the closet to pick out a swimsuit. She wasn’t into bikinis, one-piece mayo style swimsuits showed off her athletic body better for some reason. Maybe it was her boobs, which were much larger than the average Japanese woman. Picking an aquamarine suit she slipped into it, pulled on a tee-shirt, and slid sunglasses onto her head. Perfect for a Saturday of lying by the pool and recharging. Literally. Mariko absorbed sunlight and used it to fuel her powers. An added benefit, Mariko tanned but did not burn.<br><br>Second on the list…coffee and breakfast. Mariko entered the kitchen and shook her head. It looked like a few people had come through already. The donut boxes, in particular, looked like they had been raided by wolves. Still, there was one chocolate frosted left unharmed. She selected it and an apple, placing them on a plate. Donuts weren’t a thing in Japan, but in the two years she had lived at the X-Mansion, she had grown to love them…especially chocolate frosted. Mariko then rummaged through the cabinets for a few minutes before finding a large insulated coffee mug.<br><br>Mariko never used the coffee pot. Ick. She had her own method. Mariko filled the mug with water from the sink, dumped in some sugar and powdered coffee, and swirled the mixture. Using her powers, she then warmed the cup up to the perfect temperature…just below boiling. Satisfied, Mariko put the lid on and departed the kitchen, mug in one hand, plate in the other.<br><br>Coming out onto the pool deck, Mariko saw a bunch were up already and steered towards them.<br><br>“Ohayo, everybody” “ Mariko said cheerily as she slipped through the crowd to one of the open chairs. <br><br>Mariko looked at Storm for a brief moment as she sat down, squelching some naughty thoughts. Her teammate was indeed a very beautiful woman, but even after being in the X-Men with her for so long, Mariko was still uncertain how to get past the 'I'm a badass.' It was almost like a shield of some kind, even though Ororo was so sexually open.<br><br>&nbsp;“Anything interesting going on?” Mariko asked, as she placed her plate on the table next to her. She leaned back and took a long, gratifying sip from her mug.
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