MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Veluux on 03-11-2012, 05:43:03</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:43:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>GM UPDATES!!! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156696.msg7176403#msg7176403)<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; NEW YORK CITY&nbsp; -</span></span><br><br>(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/288/4/8/new_york_ruins_by_jonasdero-d35covg.jpg)</div><br><hr><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;New York is battered and beaten; the whole city is on the verge of crumbling to the ground - especially with the constant skirmishes between scattered heroes and Apocalypse Army. It has only been a couple of days since Apocalypse's arrival but already the world is powerless to hold him back. It all happened so fast. Satellites are destroyed, communication lines are unstable and constantly failing, defensive strongholds keep toppling like dominos as those who are able to fight have to keep retreating further and further into rural areas and out of the city's core. The rest of the eastern United States has fared no better - with important military bases wiped from the face of the earth and most major cities nearly as devastated as Manhattan. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The resistance is unheard of in this area - as Apocalypse has focused a tremendous amount of energy on squelching out all of the major organizations of the world, from the UN and SHIELD on down to the national governments and all of the major Superhuman organizations, hero and villain alike. Professor Xavier went down with his ship, staying at the Academy to try and help as many escape as possible, perishing when Apocalypse brought the whole mansion down on top of him. The same went for the Avengers, as Iron Man's suit was seen defending Stark Tower until Apocalypse himself blasted it from the sky. War Machine narrowly escaped and has been MIA ever since. There has been no word on Spiderman or the Fantastic four. Even the Brotherhood was hit hard - with Magneto and few others narrowly escaping alive.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Everyone has gone into hiding as the world tries to recuperate and regroup. There are whispers of a "Resistance" but who is leading it and where they are hiding remains a softly spoken mystery as Apocalypse's troops ravage the urban areas gathering up humans to stand 'Judgment' and superhumans to stand 'Trial'. Nobody is safe.</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 19:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/CarnageBlades.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>New York City, uptown<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br>God <em>damn</em>, NYC had never looked so good.<br><br>No matter which direction he turned, there was nothing but chaos as far as the eye could see. And it sounded just as good as it looked. The screams and moans and sobs of the dying rose from the city like a sweet melody, underscored by bass explosions, the shearing of metal and cracking-crunch of falling masonry, the staccato pops of gunfire and broken bones. Man, he hoped someone was recording this for posterity. He'd wear this fucking soundtrack out.<br><br>A bullet to the occipital lobe reminded him to stop gawping at the scenery like a yokel. He didn't even have to turn around to see who was shooting at him this time. The symbiote just knew. “Well, howdy there, little ol' black-eyed pea. What I can do you for?” Tendrils lunged but the big man was quick and all Carnage did was ventilate that stylish leather coat. Cue chase music!<br><br>When he jumped over a crushed taxi, intent on his target, he wasn't expecting a face full of flamethrower. Variety is the spice of life, they say. The symbiote shrieked in rage and peeled back, away from the heat, revealing the man within the crimson suit. Well, not exactly a man. A good half of him was metal now, shiny morphable metal, courtesy Apocalypse. Quite a generous fella, the Big A.<br><br>Cletus brought his bionic leg up in front and sliced clean through the muzzle of the weapon with a brand-spanking new adamantium blade jutting from his ankle. The backwash of fire set the big man's coat ablaze. Through the dancing orange and red Carnage watched his enemy stand tall, like it weren't no <em>thang </em>to be fucking on fire. The would-be hero emptied his pistol point blank into Cletus' eye. It was a good try. A gold star effort. Before the world ended, it might even have made a difference.<br><br>Not now.<br><br>He took care of business as the symbiote slid back into place and they become one again. With a satisfied chuckle, Carnage jabbed a memento onto a shoulder spike and licked the blood off his fingers as he rounded 42nd Street onto 7th Avenue. And there she was in all her glory. He had to gawp again; it was just too pretty. The grand ol' S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, broken into&nbsp; multiple smoking chunks the size of city blocks, was spread artistically across the bomb-blasted, roughly oval crater that had been Times Square. Wreckage had crushed buildings from 41st all the way up to the Ritz from the looks of it.&nbsp; Aw, there were no more bright lights in the big city. Nobody was going to make it here after all.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/CityRuins.jpg)</div>Every jagged tooth in his maw was shining. He'd never seen so many bodies. Not when Xavier's school crumbled and children screamed. Not when Stark Tower fell over like a glass redwood tree. Not when Four Freedoms Plaza melted in a lake of acid and napalm. This was a step beyond any of that. Hawaiian-shirted tourists and black S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms all jumbled together and scattered like dry leaves over every inch of rubble. Hip deep in some places. This was just plain perfect.<br><br>Wiping away a tear of admiration, Carnage spotted the furtive, halting scuttle of survivors a few hundred yards off. Moving slow, most of them wounded, a little group inched towards a subway tunnel that was only partly blocked by an overturned bus. Well, well, the big man was buying them time, wasn't that cute? Heroes were so fucking cute.<br><br>He leaped silently after them, fluidly, pouring over corpses and ruin and feeling pretty damn good about himself. The survivors, most of them in familiar black bodysuits, halted at a blood-splashed wall only four feet high that ran along the edge of the subway entrance. Once over that they'd be underground. But right now they were still in Times Square! They had to see the show first.<br><br>Carnage circled the bus and hit the other side of the barrier, opposite the helicarrier's escapees. With a barely suppressed giggle he slipped the memento onto his hand. Just as he'd hoped, there was a cacophony of gunshots and screams when Nick Fury's severed head poked over the wall like a grisly puppet. “<strong><em>I have had it with these motherfucking superheroes on this motherfucking helicarrier!</em></strong>” Carnage roared his impression theatrically, wiggling his fingers to make the broken jaw flap up and down. “Jesus, I kill me!” he added, flinging the wet skull through a bus window to rain broken glass over his targets.<br><br>“So,” he hissed as he mounted the wall, looming over the panicked group, “where do you pussies think you're going? CATS is closed down.” The first able-bodied survivor jumped at him and ended up with a slit throat, spraying blood all over the others. An array of tendrils sprouted from Carnage's back and arched towards his victims, their tips morphing into razor-sharp blades. “How about we take in a little Sweeney Todd instead?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 23:57:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Carnage, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><em>"Wow, what a nightmare"</em> Peter couldn't believe his eyes, It all happened so fast that his spider sense went crazy, giving him a splitting migraine until the initial attack passed. Parker zipped to the top of the smoldering remains of the Empire State building, trying to come to terms with what had happened. It looked like hell had broken lose on New York City, and as far as the eye could see beyond that.<br><br>He sat waiting to hear the magic words come from his communicator. <em>"Avengers Assemble....come on say it..."</em> Below he could hear echoing to the sky the screams of pain and terror of the millions of innocents below. He couldn't just stand by. The words of his uncle Ben continued to ring out in his head as they always did. "With great power, comes great responsibility." This couldn't have been any more true now, more than ever before. He called himself a hero, now was the time to put up or shut up.<br><br>He jumped off, free falling fora&nbsp; bit before swinging into action, quite literally. He saw a group of people being rounded up, a few of Apocalypse's men there. The Web-slinging avenger webbed up one of the men's faces. "You should keep that on, its a big improvement" He said as he came swinging down and kicking the blinded soldier of Apocalypse. "Run, get out of here, use the side streets, stay off the main roads!"<em>"Wonder if the Subway is clear.."</em> Spidey dint have much time to keep thinking on that as the other men tried to make a move for the citizens. He fired more web lines onto their backs and yanked them back, ensuring the citizens get away safely. Knowing his weblines were pretty damn powerful, he did with this group of men like he would do what any other thug. Leave them hanging stuck before they could react any more. <em>"That should at the very least slow em down quite a bit, if not leave them stuck indefinitely..That was a lot easier than expected...those guys cant have been what did all this"</em> The more he thought on what the force behind all this was, the more uneasy he felt.<br><br>No Time to waist though, he needed to keep moving, <br>"Damn.."<br>He found the helicarrier in the chaotic wreck center that was Times Square. It Didn't take long for him to realize there as a certain symbiote foe.<br>""How about we take in a little Sweeney Todd instead?"<br><br>"How about a encore performance of the 'Itsy-bitsy Spider kicks your sorry ass'?" Spidey said as he fired some web-lines at the bladed tendrils. "I've seen enough hentai to know where this was going" He continued saying as he took hold of the lines and moved to swing Carnage over his head, perhaps into the side of a building. "Run!" he said as he Zipped on After Carnage. <em>"I may not be able to beat him head on without some sort of heat or sonics...but at least i can keep him busy till he gets bored..if that were possible</em> "Long time no see Kasady, I take it the show didn't bring you to town, so whats the deal here?!" If he was going to hold Carnage's attention, he may as well get some information out of him.<br>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/308/b/b/spider_man_vs_carnage_by_jim_alex-d5jqnga.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 05:25:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e1lLC.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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Carnage, Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br><em>People call New York City the Center of the Universe, but its not even close</em> Xavin thought petulantly as she invisibly trod through the streets of Manhattan. A woman screamed in the alley as the young boy in the wheelchair she was pushing gagged on his blood. A car smashed into a newstand as the driver's brain exploded from some sort of psychic backlash. A depressed woman flung herself from the top of a financial district high rise. <em>It's not even within a thousand parsecs.</em> Xavin's alien brain finished her thought as the ruin around her washed over the alien like an unwanted memory.<br><br><em>What does any of it matter. These human lives. Humans. Mutants. All the same. All earthlings. Why do they even fight each other? No wonder they never got off this rock, except when aliens are involved.</em> She sighed, arms crossed under her modest breasts as she stared up into the sky past the sheen of the skyscrapers. <em>They could all die. I'd help kill them if it brought her back to me. I'd do anything for her...</em> Xavin felt weak as she realized it was true. Then she composed herself and added petulantly. <em>But it's HER fault she's not! She could be here with me and we could be having the time of our lives. I bet she's not having any fun on Majesdania.</em> Xavin thought huffily as her teenaged thoughts on love caused her to lose concentration and lose control of her invisibility. <br><br>There was once a time when a girl wearing a purple and black jumpsuit appearing out of nowhere would have been unusual. Those days were gone even before the days of Apocalypse. But today it was almost expected. Xavin glanced about briefly and saw that her sudden visibility hadn't caused any alarms. She then saw why. Two costumed supers were fighting each other. She paused as she recognized one. <em>It's Spider-Man!</em><br><br>Xavin had been on earth for only a year, but that was more than enough time to know who the wallcrawler was and had heard and seen just enough to know what a hero he was. She felt brief shame for her apathy at the people. She licked her lips nervously wondering if she should be doing more to help. Spidey seemed to be in a tight spot...but Karolina might be out there somewhere....feeling awful every second she delayed, Xavin sighed as she realized what Karolina would want her to do.<br><br>An invisible force disk formed under her feet and lifted the alien up after the two as they fought. Carnage slammed into a building side swung by the webs and the two were squaring off on the roof. Xavin hopped off the disk.<br><br><em>Say something witty. Or heroic.</em> Nothing came.<br><br>She had no idea that carnage was vulnerable to flame, but she was in a very bad mood, and wanted to hurt someone. And fire hurt. A lot. She blurred into view as she switched off her Invisible Girl powers and activated her Human Torch abilities. "SPIDER-MAN! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" She yelled as her hands became a living flamethrower and sent jets of angry fire towards the symbiote.&nbsp; <br><br>A more experienced hero might have realized that Apocalypse's minion might be able to take her to a prison camp, or know if any rainbow-hued aliens had been taken prisoner lately, or known not to pick a fight with a superpowered maniac. Unfortunately all Xavin knew was that she wanted to hurt something and feel less guilty about what she'd done lately, and sending bursts of flame at the thing in front of her seemed like the easiest way to do that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 17:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/CarnageBlades.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>New York City, Times Square<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Spider-Man, Xavin<br></span></span><hr><br>Carnage's obscene squeal of glee was lost in the shatter of glass and rumble of falling bricks as he crashed through the wall into an abandoned shwarma restaurant. The insignificant mob vanished from his focus. Here was the one he'd been waiting for, searching for. "Aww hell yisss," he drawled, licking the shreds of webbing stuck to his tendrils. "You're late to the party, Itsy. Eyepatch sends his regards... or at least his molars."<br><br>The humanoid creature flexed, shifted, and exploded out of the rubble towards the oh, so familiar red and blue suit. "Mmmm, boy, let's you and me get up close and personal. I'ma show you things them Japanese schoolgirls never dreamed of..."<br><br>They moved vertically, Spider-man barely evading the blood-red tentacles that lashed at his legs, cracking like whips. They topped the building and faced one another at last. Carnage looked far less human now, with his limbs pooled on the concrete and every inch of his form bristling with tendrils that curled and streched towards his nemesis.<br><br>"Don't be shy, now. That little blue ass is mine." The words were barely formed by slavering jaws that stretched too wide. A thick, twisted appendage shot forth like a grasping hand aimed at the hated symbol in the center of Spider-Man's chest.<br><br>The billowing flame was, again, a surprise. Carnage saw nothing but his prey until the fire struck. Symbiote flesh shrank away from it, spreading across the rooftop. There was a glint of silver beneath the crimson as a dozen thin tendrils writhed across the concrete and lashed out like razor wire aimed at the newcomer's ankles.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 04:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/e1lLC.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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Carnage, Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br>"YES!" Xavin screamed happily, closing her eyes and throwing her flaming hands up in celebration and cocking her hips as she struck a heroic pose. She turned to face Spiderman "That's how you deal with tentacles ... " The tone of Xavin's voice made it clear that the next word out of her mouth was going to be something condescending. Maybe 'hero' but with a really patronizing lilt or some such. But before the alien could even figure out what unnecessarily brusque honorific to use in her first conversation with New York's most popular good samaritan she was caught totally off guard by rudely sharp tendrils smashing into her ankles.<br><br>Instead of a snide, superior, sanctimonious spiel the noise that that emerged from our heroine's throat was a rather undignified squeal of surprise that pierced the unfortunate eardrums of anyone close enough to hear it. Instinctively the fires squelched out with a whimpering hiss as Xavin strengthened her body to cosmiclly strong levels. As her slender frame was upended and hit the roof of the building, the surface cracked and groaned as if several hundred pounds of ever-lovin' blue eyed Thing had crashed down on it. Thankfully Xavin's newly strong skin and cells resisted any real damage from the sharp tentacles, but found themselves enmeshed in a most compromising fashion. <br><br>"LET GO OF ME YOU MANIAC!" Xavin screamed, trusting her nigh-un-movable strength to keep from being dragged into what looked like an abattoir of jagged red metal. Her fist formed into an orange rocky texture and she pounded it down hard on a nearby tendril, then it joined her other hand clapping tightly on the tendrils around her ankles. She wished she had the willpower at the moment to shift into her much more intimidating male form, but the emotional turmoil in her young head prevented that. Karolina was really right, she did revert to a female form by default these days. She could almost hear her lover's exasperated lecturing about how calling men more intimidating was sexist...but had to banish those thoughts out of sheer self preservation before she got lost in them. <br><br>While she was heartbroken, starving, distraught and currently struggling with oddly pointy tendrils, she was still Xavin, son of De'Zean, super-skrull in training, and not about to admit that anything had the upper hand on her. "He's distracted!" She screamed to Spider-Man, as if this was all part of her glorious plan. "Get him!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 21:19:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Carnage, Xavin, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Spidey only had seconds to act. A few seconds, but still only seconds. He quickly peaks over the edge of the building, checking the crash site. Even as quick as he was looking, the site was still unbelievable. <em>"There is no way that Carnage did this alone. How can a maniac like him assemble a force large enough to do this?..</em> His eyes kept scanning below, seeing most everyone had finally cleared out and is out of harms way, something else catches his eye. <em>"Aha! there,&nbsp; a gas line, Maybe she can light em up if I sling 'em down there..here's hoping..."</em> His attention turns back to the rooftop, and he sees a glimmer of silver. <em>"Now what is THAT?"</em> The web-head questioned as he ran out of thinking time. <br><br>"Hey ugly, leaving me so soon? we barely get to <em>Hang out</em> anymore!" He said as he fired a web-line aimed for the glint of silver, from his other hand a more spread out web fires trying to get a good hold on Carnage. He gave the web that was aimed for the silver a good yank, trying to see if anything would come out. His more general motion however was to throw the villain over the side of the building towards the gas line. "Bon Voyage! Have a nice trip! see you next fall! hope its&nbsp; a <em>Blast!</em>" He said as he pointed toward the gasline, now speaking to Xavin. "Light 'em up!"<br><br>Immediately after, he knew they would need to go. <em>"Hmm, I need to see whats wrong with the communicator, see if i can get it running, or even reach anyone at all again..we can't be the only ones left..</em> He desperately hoped that his brilliant mind can come up with a way to get some kind of communication going. He stood there with open arm to her, ready to swing off the second he had hold of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 21:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdfsrkozjZ1qca26uo1_1280.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>New York City, Times Square<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Spider-Man, Xavin<br></span></span><hr>It wasn't like the fire hurt. Nothing hurt him anymore but nothing felt good, either. What Cletus experienced was a rending sense of loss as the symbiote shied away from the flames and Carnage became two half entities rather than his united self. The split was just jarring enough to throw his aim off center, damn it all to hell. As his ol' web-headed friend skittered to the roof's edge, the thick tentacle slammed past Spider-man and locked onto a massive air conditioning unit, dragging the bulk of the symbiote along with it to land in a hissing, smoking pile a few yards away.<br><br>Before he could pull himself together, webbing wrapped around his thigh and Cletus was jerked towards the edge. He barely had time to morph his shiny new feet into grappling hooks and catch the concrete lip of the building to keep himself from being tossed into the street below. The momentum carried his body over the edge, bending his legs and spine in an ugly, unnatural angle as his head smacked into the brick wall. There was a dull splat of blood and meat, followed by silence, followed by a sickening gurgle that might have been laughter.<br><br>Like some CGI-induced nightmare, Cletus Kasady slithered back onto the roof, pulling himself up by his clawed feet. From the waist down, his body was gleaming liquid metal that rippled and reformed into the shape of normal human legs as his upper torso sank back into its rightful place. Above the waist he was covered in blood; most of it poured from the back of his crushed skull. His arms hung limp from dislocated shoulders and his head lolled awkwardly to one side but he was smiling for all he was worth.<br><br>“Thingsur diff'rent now, Bitsy,” Cletus slurred as his cranium began to rise back to its proper curve. “Y'can take th' man outta the suit butcha can't take th' machine outta th' man.” His left arm rolled and popped back into place. “Gettin' ripped in half ain't no fun. Apocalypse gave me an upgrade. I can take yer pussy lickin' even without my better half.” The right arm jerked and he straightened his head with a loud, wet crack.<br><br>“I see ya brought a date,” Cletus went on as his wounds sealed themselves. His gaze swung over to the girl who had freed herself from his now-lifeless tendrils. “Sturdy gal. Maybe I'll get me some of that after I smear your bug balls all over this goddamn city.”<br><br>This time he went low, crouched like a charging bull and tearing up chunks of concrete as he ran directly towards the symbiote. In the same instant the suit itself surged towards Cletus, eager to be reunited.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 21:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[picture post]<br>(http://img835.imageshack.us/img835/8624/spidermanvscarnagebyjus.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 06:07:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/USRiD.png)</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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Carnage, Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br><em>Gather your wits Xavin, there are mighty foes to be bested!</em> The skrull told herself as the tendrils that had been holding her flopped down lifelessly. <em>And be thankful those rugrats weren't here to see this.</em> Her body lost its unbreakably strong skin as it returned to the form she had adapted for her beloved. <em>These two have some sort of relationship.</em> Xavin thought as she propped herself up on her elbows and took in the banter between Spiderman and Carnage. <em>Perhaps they had a bad breakup. That's what happens when people don't express themselves. Men seem to have that problem on Earth. Thank goodness my beloved and myself are...</em> she blinked as she realized what she had just thought of herself as, and that thought trailed off as she heard Spiderman's instruction.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: The Amazing Spider-Man</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Light 'em up!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Light him up? That's your battle instruction?" She grunted as the strain of the impact had apparently had more of an effect than she realized as her core groaned at the effort of rising to her feet. She thought of all the glorious, heroic quotes from the Skrull legends she had spent much of her childhood curled up reading. She shook her head in disappointment. "A true leader would have been much less glib and much more commanding! Something to effect of..." She stopped as Carnage spoke his piece.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: The New and Improved Carnage</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I see ya brought a date,” Cletus went on as his wounds sealed themselves. His gaze swung over to the girl who had freed herself from his now-lifeless tendrils. “Sturdy gal. Maybe I'll get me some of that after I smear your bug balls all over this goddamn city.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A snarl of outrage escaped the Skrull's human-shaped throat. "I am nobody's date, you drooling maniac! I am betrothed to the most glorious jewel that has ever graced this misbegotten marble and that is certainly not this arachnoid ..." Her eyes drifted to the side and her hand waved in a circle as she tried to think of something.&nbsp; Nothing came, she was unable to quickly think of something alliterative. There was a further awkward pause as she tried to think of something dazzlingly intimidating to say before unleashing the flames of the Human Torch on Carnage, but again nothing lept to her mind. <em>I could manage this mindless intimidation better in a male form. Intimidation and mindlessness are what they're built for.</em> She thought, but it was too late to change before the opportunity to attack lapsed. <br><br>Her hands extended in front of her and lit brightly on fire, shooting like a comet towards the area where Cletus and his symbiote were just about to converge. Whether the alien and the newly formed cyborg were able to form together, or whether one or the other escaped was totally indiscernible as the entire block was suddenly rocked by a gigantic explosion. <br><br>Not having any familiarity with gas mains or earth bound utility systems, a fact that had been pointed out at least once before in support of the confirmation of her femininity, Xavin had no idea what had just happened. <em>Did my powers mature...?</em> She wondered to herself staring at her hands. <em>Perhaps I..</em> The reverie was interrupted by an involuntary squeal of shock as the roof of the building started to give in due to the structure collapsing under her. Xavin saw Spiderman's outstretched arm and considered her options briefly. <em>I have no idea where I am. Those barbaric thugs could be anywhere, you're no help to Karolina dead. This man is an experienced hero. He'll swing me to safety, I've seen him do it on videos on the computer!</em> Seeing no other options, the flames whimpered out as she threw herself at the outstretched arms of Spiderman. <br><br>If Peter Parker had a dime for every time a damsel in distress had fallen into his arms just in the nick of time he'd probably have at least a month of rent by now. With practiced ease Xavin found herself stretched across the limber body of New York's favorite superhero as the two swung off. Her arms stretched and wrapped tightly around his shoulders and tied themselves together as she clung on for dear life, being careful not to constrict her savior too much. Xavin pressed herself up to Spiderman, hanging on for dear life. Another involuntary gasp of fear and Xavin found herself quite embarrassingly burying her head in Spiderman's chest to avoid what she was sure was an oncoming building they were going to splatter into as she held herself tightly against him. <br><br>A few moments and several long swings later Xavin realized she had indeed been rescued and was able to poke her head up. Her nostrils shifted to allow easy breathing at high velocity and her voicebox amplified itself. "Where are you taking me?" She called out, her tone a mix of inquisitory and accusatory.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 06:44:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Carnage, Xavin, GM, Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>after getting a firm, strong grip on her, he swung off. She was an attractive woman in his arms, the feeling of someone burying their face in his chest was something he was all too familiar with. As he swung he looked for any signs of resistance, gathered force, emergency services. Nothing. "We're going back to my place first, need some tools, then were going to check the subway tunnels, it looks like everything above ground is pretty much lost,,This "Apocalypse" guy..seems like he can back up his namesake" <em>"I need to try and get some kind of communication going. We CANT be the only ones left...Mary Jane...Felecia...</em> Her mentioning of loved ones made him think about those he held dear to him. While they were technically "exes" He still could nearly say he loved them. There were several other..people of interest but he couldn't afford to let that get into his head right now.<br><br>He went into the basement of what remained standing of his Aunt's place, taking his toolbox. He had no idea if he could get anywhere with it, but he had to try. Once he was ready to go he offered his arm out for her again read to swing off once more. "So time to find an entrance to the tunnels that isn't too busy. Hopefully some 'fighters' made their way down that way. These guys arent invulnerable..and we can fight back."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 21:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/USRiD.png)</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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Times Square, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br>Xavin didn't protest Spider-Man's decision to go to his apartment. She certainly didn't have any better ideas. All the landmarks of New York that she and Karolina had seen as tourists appeared to some unhealthy combination of rubble and ashes. She hung on tight as they went to a rather unimpressive apartment. Of course an unimpressive apartment in Manhattan cost more than a mansion in Nebraska, but Xavin neither knew nor care about these fine points of terrestrial real estate. She looked around for weapons, armor, maps, sensor devices, oracles, spaceships....nope just some cameras and blue jeans. <br><br>"This is an unimpressive hideout." She said crossing her arms and scowling. "And you are being extremely reckless. You don't know who I am or where I'm from, you haven't asked what I'm after or who I work for, and yet you not only show me where you live but you offer to lead me to the resistance?" She rubbed her temples. "If this is the quality of leadership that mutants have to suffer through Apocalypse will surely destroy you all. Do you have an interstellar communicator? Perhaps I can convince my people to intercede against him. Even if not on my behalf I could likely persuade them that Apocalypse is a sufficient threat to warrant interplanetary bombardment with gravitonic disruptors or a contained neutron star. That is likely our only hope."<br><br>Xavin had been speaking quickly as she poked around Spiderman's place. But she paused as she came across a picture of Peter and Mary Jane together. She saw the look of love in their eyes and was reminded, starkly, of what it was exactly she was after "I willl...be right back." She said quickly, ducking into the bathroom just as the tears overwhelmed her.<br><br>"Lina..." Xavin muttered staring into the mirror as she shifted her features to match the blonde human form of her currently lost lover. "You picked a very bad time to leave me here." She said accusingly, pouting as she stared at the girl she loved (well, usually at least!). "But I want you to know it's entirely your fault and you are going to miss me more than I miss you. In fact I am going to take advantage of this chaos to show you that I am the most heroic, brave, desirable, beautiful woman in the Universe. And then when you realize that you are going to come right back to me." Xavin said firmly. <br><br>It didn't really take, Xavin's ability to kid herself, like all of her powers, while impressive, had it's upper limits. "Bah." She muttered and switched back to her usual form.&nbsp; "Very well." She said weakly, trying to pull herself together. "If the stars don't mean for me to be the happy lover perhaps I am meant to be a tragic hero." She sighed, contemplating that she might never seen Karolina again. "No, she will likely return when this little distraction is resolved. Best to take part in it heroically so that she loves me all the more when she returns. Also, make her jealous." Xavin blinked and realized she was alone with a superhero, the grin that formed on her face was anything but pure. "Very jealous." <br><br>She stepped out finally and saw Spider-Man ready. "Let's go." She said firmly, taking his hand and preparing to be swung about again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:26:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 19:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;What may remain of Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin,&nbsp; Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"Look princess, sometimes the best things are the ones made simple." She kept talking, spidey didn't know if it was annoying, demoralizing, or both. In the moment it seemed like she wouldn't go quiet "Can you just shut up?!I'm trying to think here. I don't know if there is a resistance. for all I know you and I might be the only ones LEFT!" He stopped a moment, trying to recollect himself, taking another breath.<br><br>"Look, I don't know who you are, where you're from, that much is clear, but for now I'd like to assume we're on the same side, at least since you helped me take care of Carnage.." He left her alone on that note, until he hears the door slam. He turns toward the bathroom, listening to what he can. He couldn't make out much with his thoughts still flying around everywhere. He could tell though that she was upset.<br><br>He waited for her to come out, standing there waiting for her. She took his hand, saying she was ready to go, but he squeezed hers in turn. He clearly wasn't so quick to move at this point. "Not just yet, somethings got you upset.." They were alone as far as he could tell, and they were relatively well covered.<br><br>He motioned for them to take a seat and see if they were going to talk about it. Just then though, he heard something coming from his communicator, the same sound coming from the radio that was before now, static. "Tony?!" He exclaimed as he heard. He turned up the volume from the radio, listening to Tony's message. "Tony you slick son of a bitch, haha!" A pure excited tone was coming from Spidey. They were far from done now as far as he was concerned. The fresh hope from the message meant that teh Avengers were still very much ready to Avenge the human race from this attack. "That guy, hes the leader, not me. But either way...If something is wrong, you can talk to me about it. It's better to try and keep that stuff aired out so it doesn't come back and bite us in the ass.."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 00:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/USRiD.png)</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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; None<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Spiderman's Place (as far as she knows)<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br><em>Now THAT's a leader!</em> Xavin thought as Iron Man's voice suddenly popped through the radio. <em>Dedication, persistence, threatening vengeance and retribution, oh yes, that's what this world needs right now!!!</em> Xavin's eyes lit up as Tony Stark's voice gave the population of the third planet from Sol new hope and energy.<br><br>"You know him?!?" She asked Spider-Man, not missing the fact that he had referred to the voice as 'Tony.' "Where is he? We should join up with him at once! " She commanded. "Years of vengeance and mourning the dead, yes, that's what we need to do!" She nodded enthusiastically. "And then we will crush the coward whose conniving conspiracies culled my Karolina. I..." she suddenly realized she had said out loud what the source of her distress was. "Never mind that." She said quickly, running a hand through her hair nervously and glancing away from Spider-Man's eyes.<br><br>"Nothing has me upset." She said, obviously lying. "Take me to the..." she pointed at the radio. "The voice, take me to Tony!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 17:03:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;What may remain of Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin,&nbsp; Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Spider-Man shakes his head. "I haven't the slightest idea where he is. Besides, you're a horrible liar. So this Karolina...you lost a loved one too huh.." He said as he slowly picked up the picture of Mary-Jane. I think everyone who is left lost someone special.." He lingered holding the picture a moment before putting it back down, its obvious he was trying to digest the loss too.<br><br>"We will get our vengeance..we are the Avengers after all.." He moved a hand to her shoulder, trying to comfort her, while at the same time trying to comfort himself. The attractive woman with him was clearly alien, but her emotions, her actions, clearly human in nature. Perhaps the human condition applies to much more than humans. If she would let him, he would move into her and hug her tightly, staying mostly quiet. "I'm Peter, by the way.." He figured they may as well get to know each other a bit better.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 19:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/plZxkCq.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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Aunt May's place<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br>Xavin let herself be drawn into Spider-Man's embrace. She was vulnerable, feeling weak and fragile after being left by Karolina, and constantly felt lost and out of place in this gigantic human city. This man she was with, her might not be a prince, or really anyone all that powerful on the cosmic scale, but he had a good heart. Xavin could tell that from the family photos and the way he spoke to her. It was one of those things Karolina was constantly trying to convince her of the importance of, and that Xavin had typically laughed off. Now, feeling alone and nervous, it seemed a lot more important.<br><br>Xavin felt her arms slipping around Spider-Man's waist as she rested her head on his shoulder, doing her best to not let the feelings overwhelm her, she took a few deep breaths that threatened to crack and spread tears again, but she held her composure, drawing on the will of the hero that held her. "Thank you." She said, not specifying what for. "I'm, my name's Xavin." She said. "I'm a runaway." She was referring to the name that Karolina and her friends had called themselves, although she had lost touch of the rest of the gang awhile back. "I know we're not as big of a deal as the Avengers but...maybe I can help you?"<br><br>"I can..." she took in the picture of Mary Jane and Peter, the fact that it was labeled such meant Xavin had already known the web-slinger's real name, but she didn't mention that. "I could ummm..." her hair started to lengthen and turn red, her skin lightened and her clothes shifted to a simple pair of jeans and a rather tight white t-shirt as she swelled to Mary Jane's physique. "If this makes it easier for you?" She asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 11:41:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;What may remain of Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin,&nbsp; Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Peter Squeezed the hug a bit when he learned her name. "Xavin... that's a really nice name there." What happened next left him in near disbelief. He watched her completely transform. His eyes were wide in disbelief as he watched her practically turn into Mary Jane. "N-no way..." He stepped towards her, his hands running over her arms as he looked her up and down.<br><br>He shifted his hands to her sides, letting them run down, every curve was right. His hands then lingered on her hips, getting closer to her, looking deep into her eyes. "Xavin.." He slowly got closer and closer to her, before finally he tried to kiss her softly, the arms on her waist wrapping a bit more around her, softly holding her against him.<br><br>"T-thank you.." He only managed to say as his breath escalated, for once in a good way. He kept his arms around her as his lips remained only a moment from hers, the tip of his nose nuzzling against her lightly. The hands that were around her softly had their finger tips rub the exposed small of her back. He hopes she would respond well to this moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 03:49:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/plZxkCq.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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Aunt May's place<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man, Open!<br></span></span><hr><br>Xavin felt Spiderman's costumed hands rub her arms, and then her sides and then pull her close by the hips and wrap around her waist. She could feel his strength, the proportional strength of a spider? It was a lot cozier than it sounded. Xavin knew she could channel the powers of the Thing and be much stronger than Spidey, but she had no desire to. <em>Maybe I get to be the one that's held and comforted now ... maybe I deserve it.</em> She thought to herself as she closed her eyes and accepted Peter's kiss.<br><br>There was&nbsp; very soft moan that accompanied her full lips pressing into his. Her hands cradled his back and kept herself pressed up to him. She could feel his response, the tensing and relaxing of his muscles, the stirring in his pants, she felt proud of herself for inspiring this. She felt comfortable being desired in his arms. Maybe she could even slip into this identity for awhile, not worry about the stress of being Xavin for a bit. What would be the harm? These problems were bigger than the two of them...why not do what felt good?<br><br>She arched her back slightly as he rubbed her exposed lower abdomen, pressing herself into him, her breasts, larger and softer than she was used to fitting rather comfortably up against Spider-Man. No wonder they were such a great couple, she thought to herself, physically they fit together so well...<br><br>"You can...call me Mary Jane...for awhile..." she offered, keeping her mouth less than an inch from his, eyes barely open, she moved in his arms just enough to be very distracting as she squeezed his back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 16:56:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/CarnageBlades.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>New York City<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Open<br></span></span><hr><br><em>"War, tear what shreds are left of New York to pieces. I want every superhuman uncovered. Topple the ruins; and when you're done with that stomp them for good measure. The mutants there are of a particularly unsavory type - they will never understand The Vision. They must be killed. I am certain I have chosen the right&nbsp;...man&nbsp;for the job." <br></em><br>Apocalypse's directive echoed in Cletus' mind as he scraped a few more bits of himself off a brick wall and stared at them. The dig hit home as his body busily repaired itself. He'd still been separated from Red when the gas explosion painted half of Times Square with his guts and yet here he was, almost put back together again without a king's horse or man in sight. He should have been dead, mourned only by his symbiote. But he wasn't a man anymore.<br><br>He was a hero of The Vision. Better start acting like one.<br><br>There was a welcome symbiotic gurgle as the missing piece of his soul poured over the top of the broken wall behind him and liquid crimson rained down to make him whole once more.&nbsp; &nbsp;He stood up, raised his arms to the churning, smoke-filled sky, and shot the world an impossible smile bristling with fangs. New York was his sandbox now and it was time to bury some shit good and deep.<br><br>Now where had Bitsy and his new gal pal skittered off to?<br><br>Carnage was already moving through the ruins of the city, leaping from height to height, racing over crushed vehicles, throwing out fans of razor tipped spikes at any flash of movement in the rubble. No time to play with his targets. Apocalypse's mutant troops were already filling the streets and converging on Stark Tower, quick to claim any unguarded tech that the Big A might find useful. Speaking of the devil, just as Cletus paused to decapitate a still-breathing cop in her gridlocked squad car the radio crackled and spewed out Tony Stark's voice.<br><br><em>... 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....</em><br><br>If he'd had functional tear ducts, he would have misted up. Stark called him a hero. Well, sort of. He definitely called him a “storm of war” and that had a real nice ring to it. Cletus gazed thoughtfully over the bridge at the boroughs. Fires dotted the landscape, bright warm spots in the darkness. Those old-fashioned heroic types did love their homes. Where was it Bitsy went when he was pretending to be just another sack of meat? Auntie's house. Cletus absently dragged his tongue over the cop's bloody face before tossing the head away. Time for another little family reunion...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 06:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/Jkhjygk.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Open (for now) <br></span></span><hr>When you wake up and you don’t know where you are… well it’s one of the worst feelings in the world. How did you get there? Where are you exactly? Is there someone close? Am I in danger? Pretty much all of those thoughts came to Piotr’s mind as he slowly came to. A low, deep groan escapes his lips as he is slowly pulled back into consciousness. He hears voice somewhere… kind of near him… <br><br>“toldja he ain’t dead” &nbsp; “probably a body builder or MMA dude or something”&nbsp; &nbsp;“help us get out maybe?” &nbsp; “he could fight these fucks” &nbsp; “someone help him, for God’s sake” <br><br>To say he’s groggy is an understatement. And his head is throbbing fit to explode. He is lying against a wall, he knows that much, and he’s partially sitting up. He pushes himself up, but something holds him back. His eyes flutter open… the room is dark, but he can make see the outlines of people around him. Come on Piotr up and at ‘em, could be trouble. His mind and body start to go into defense mode… until…<br><br>An older woman leans down next to him, grasping him so gently by the arm. Piotr looks towards her, still seeming a little dazed. The woman speaks in a soft, quiet tone, as if afraid to be heard.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Take it easy, son. You hit your head pretty hard. Don’t make it worse.”&nbsp; Piotr just nods to her words, still gazing in her general direction. Someone else approaches from the darkness, and he grasps Piotr by his other arm. The man is also older, and he wears the uniform of one of New York’s finest.&nbsp; “Welcome back to the world of the living big fella. Well… the world of the kinda living.”<br><br>Before this narrative is continued, perhaps it is prudent to provide a little bit of background. It isn’t long after the attack of Apocalypse upon humanity. The very large man before you is named Piotr Rasputin, but he’s better known to his closest friends and loved ones as the unstoppable Colossus. A codename not given to him lightly. He is… well he used to be… one of the X-Men. The premier group of mutants on this planet. He joined them because there was need for his strength, and he stayed with them so he could help them improve the plight of mutants all over the world. But for the passed year or so, he has felt disillusioned in this. He thinks that most of the mutants who wear the stylized ‘X’ have forgotten why the X-Men were formed. So many new faces… faces who wish little more than to fight for what they see as ‘right’. But they don’t see the big picture, he feels. That’s just his opinion. So a number of months ago he left the X-Men, broke most of his ties with them. Not all of those ties, of course. For all intents and purposes… the X-Men are the only family he has, save for his little sister. His Illyana. So, when the attacks began, he wasn’t in a place to properly defend himself or others. He was taken quite by surprise, he was actually at his day job when it happened. He remembered hearing a loud popping bang noise, and then he lost consciousness. And that’s because the ceiling fell on him. Like.. the whole ceiling. <br><br>And now here he is. <br><br>“I am… fine… thank you..”&nbsp; &nbsp;his deep toned voice might be intimidating at first to some, but there is an edge of tenderness to it. He looks to his left and right, to the older woman and the police officer, smiling kindly to him as he tries to get up. They both help him… and for the first time he notices the nearly constant rattling sound. Chains. He looks down at his hands… they are chained together, and he looks towards the others, they are all chained. They are prisoners! His first instinct is to simply shift his form, break the chains, break out, and then break the heads of whoever did this. But his training and common sense tell him just how stupid that would be. He has no idea where he is, or what he’s up against. Or how many more are in danger. With the help of his 2 new friends he now stands to his full 6’6”, his dark eyes scanning this cage they are in. The cop whistles a little as he keeps his hand on Piotr’s arm, in case he gets lightheaded or something.&nbsp; &nbsp;“They sure grow ‘em big wherever yer from, fella. Yer not American are ya?”&nbsp; &nbsp;Piotr looks towards the officer as he speaks, the Russian accent very obvious in his voice.&nbsp; &nbsp; “How did you know that?”&nbsp; &nbsp;The officer hadn’t heard him speak, after all. The older woman smiles as she pats his arm gently, in an almost motherly fashion.&nbsp; &nbsp;“You talk in your sleep, dear. And you weren’t talking in English.” &nbsp; Oh, maybe the cop did hear him talk after all. Piotr nods as he smiles a little, looking between them.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I was born in Russia, but I am a citizen of United States.”&nbsp; The cop nods, having been proved right.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Please… where are we? What happened?”&nbsp; &nbsp;The cop now moves away from Piotr, looking towards the others there in the room with them. Almost a dozen people, all of them obviously scared. Some weeping, some just sitting quietly staring at nothing. The officer speaks as his eyes draw back to Piotr.&nbsp; &nbsp;“There was an attack, like nothin we ever seen. Everywhere was attacked. Not just New York. Whole fuc—“ &nbsp;he stops himself, glancing to the older woman, and then continuing&nbsp; &nbsp;“Whole darn world. Took us captive. They been takin some of us outta here, an those people ain’ never come back.”<br><br>Piotr now scowls angrily as he looks around the room, his face getting a little red with that anger. So it was an attack… and he couldn’t stop it or even defend himself. Where are the others? The X-Men? Where… is Katya.. Piotr now takes a step forward, getting a better look at the dimly lit room. It basically looks like a giant metal box with a square slit on each wall. Just big enough to see in and out of. And a door… a very heavy looking door it seems. Again, he knows he could break out of all of this. He could fold up this damned box like it was tissue paper. But he can’t, not yet. Piotr moves slowly towards one of the slits in the wall as he speaks softly&nbsp; &nbsp;“Who attacked? Do we know?”&nbsp; &nbsp;His gaze then turns to the officer who is now reassuring the older woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Dunno the name. But almost all of ‘em got some kinda weird zappy powers or something. And body armor, kinda like Iron Man.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly Piotr looks back out and he speaks again.&nbsp; &nbsp;“We must escape…”<br><br>“I been tryin ta cook up a plot, but there’s just to many of ‘em. Anything I did would just put these other fine folks in harm’s way, and I ain’t about ta do that.” &nbsp;The officer says as he motions to the others as best he can, the chains on his arms clinking softly. The door suddenly starts to make a sound, the sound of it being unlocked from the outside. The large handle in the middle of the door slowly turns, the same style you would find on military ships. The people inside of the room gasp and start to panic, all of them moving away from the door and into a corner. The officer puts himself between the small group and the door, staring at whoever is coming through. And Piotr moves to stand next to the cop, his hands in fists in front of him. &nbsp;“Well well, the big meat’s come around. He is next for Judgement!” &nbsp;The voice of one of the 4 soldiers entering the room declares. They are all clad in some kind of light armor, or an exosuit. Some of them have altered appearences… the soldier stalking towards Piotr having dark grey skin and white glowing eyes, for example. He grabs the chains holding Piotr’s hands and yanks on them cruelly. The one who seems in charge speaks again, a wide smirk upon his lips. He is a taller man, nearly as tall as Piotr, but very thin, almost seeming frail. &nbsp;“Do not fret, you meatbags. Your turn for Judgement nears.” He chuckles lightly as the officer starts forward, an angry look on his face. Discretely Piotr shakes his head at the officer, not wanting him to endanger himself or the others. Not on his behalf. The officer stops, moving back towards the group as he glares at their captors. Piotr is lead away, giving no resistance. <br><br>Not yet. <br><br>He is lead out of the room, the door being closed behind him. His blue eyes scan the area around him discretely as he walks, his head bowed down a little. And he realizes… the people who were captured with him.. they were so kind to him, and he never even learned their names. In the days and months to come, that will be a major regret to him. If he didn’t know better, he would think this was some kind of internment camp. He learned about them from one of the Professor’s friends. He was kept in an internment camp during the second world war. A kindly old man, Piotr loved their talks. Yes, what his friend described is exactly what he sees. Lines of chained people looking as if they are being lead to something, and guards all around, everywhere you look. Yeah, had he broken out earlier like he planned, it would not have gone well for the people around him. The lanky leader of these soldiers leads Piotr passed the lines, and Piotr tries to see the faces of every person he passes. Such sadness in their eyes, such hopelessness.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Now, your time for Judgement has come. You are truly blessed, my friend.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The leader soldier says.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I am Jaron, and soon you will be working with me. Or you will be dead.” &nbsp;He says with a shrug. Piotr says nothing as he stares at Jaron, a deep scowl on his lips. They come to a stop, the line of people watching intently as someone who looks like he could be a doctor looks up from his little setup. It’s just a few crates with metallic boxes on them and some papers, nothing fancy. The doctor smiles as he speaks to Jaron.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Ah, our star prospect has come around! Excellent! I have been excited to see how he shall serve our lord!”&nbsp; &nbsp;Jaron nods enthusiastically, motioning the doctor closer.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes, it is a blessed time. Now, the serum. Let’s see what he offers for the master.” &nbsp;The doctor nods and reaches into the metal box, pulling out a heavy looking syringe. The fluid within glows eerily… now Piotr starts to have a minor panic attack. The people behind him in chains seem to stir as the syringe is brought out, some of them actually looking for a place they can run and escape to. Jaron nods to the doctor, and motions to the guards standing next to Piotr. Each guard grabs one of Piotr’s arms as Jaron speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp;“This is the essence of what we are. Perfection. You will be injected… and should you survive, you will find a glorious new purpose!”&nbsp; &nbsp;The doctor nods in agreement as he walks around to Piotr’s back, Piotr’s head turning to look over his shoulder and keep an eye on him. Okay, he can’t delay any longer. He has no idea what that will do to him. At this point he has no choice! The doctor raises the syringe as he speaks.&nbsp; “Hail Apocalypse”<br><br><br>And as those words leave his lips, a circuit closes in Piotr’s mind. His body suddenly crackles with energy, and he suddenly gains a massive amount of mass. And about a foot of height. The guards and Jaron all gasp as his body suddenly shifts shape, and his very skin seems to harden and form into a glistening metal. His clothing rips in some areas, his nice leather jacket (a present from Logan) now in two pieces. He loved that jacket. The metallic armored man now looks down at his captors with a deep frown, and Jaron laughs loudly and excitedly. &nbsp;“Glorious! Look at him! Truly a miraculous Judgement! Hail Apocalypse!”&nbsp; The guards all echo Jaron’s last words, but… the doctor stumbles back with wide eyes, seeming utterly frightened as he speaks in a stutter.&nbsp; &nbsp;“b… b.. but… I didn’t.. I didn’t inject him!” &nbsp;He holds the still full syringe in his hand, and Jaron gasps as his eyes go wide. Piotr draws his arms up, and with a metallic snapping sound he draws his hands apart, the chains snapping like brittle things. Thundarr eat your heart out. Jaron’s now angry gaze snaps to Piotr, and he calls out&nbsp; &nbsp; “Stop him!”&nbsp; But, to late. Because you see, both of the guards on either side of Piotr are kind of busy. Piotr palms the heads of each of the guards, and he slams them together. Hard enough to knock them out for a good week. But not enough to kill him. With a burst of speed that belies his massive size, he moves towards a shocked Jaron, grasping him by the neck. Jaron coughs and gags as he’s lifted up, now an electrical energy dancing along his form. Piotr draws Jaron close so he’s face to face with him, and he says in a low, angry tone.&nbsp; “Hail Apocalypse, tovarisch.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Piotr twists, and he hurls a screaming Jaron towards one of the buildings. The guards now start to swarm towards him, and he turns his attention to the doctor. Who promptly screams, then pisses his pants, and then runs for his life. Dropping the syringe. Piotr scoops it up, being careful not to break it, and tucks it into the pockets of his now shredded jacket. His gaze snaps towards the prisoners in the waiting line, who by now are all in a panic, some crying, some pleaing to be set free. <br><br>Piotr moves towards them as quick as he can, and one by one he snaps their chains, motioning towards the horizon.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Go! Run!”&nbsp; He calls out loudly, with authority. One of the soldiers suddenly leaps on Piotr’s back, clawing and hacking at him. Piotr rears up, and he grabs the soldier right off of him, hurling him towards another approaching soldier. Piotr’s intentions was to have the prisoners all run… for them to get away while he fought the camp. Hell, he’ll fight the whole fucking world if he has to in order to keep these people safe. But… well the plans of mice and men and all. Something utterly unexpected happens. As he frees the prisoners, some do run. But most stand. Most help free others, and then they start attacking soldiers. Piotr’s heart is moved by the display of bravery being put on before him. He has always said… the true heroes of this world are the ones who run into danger’s path to help another, even if they have no powers or abilities that make them superhuman. They are the true heroes. The police officers, fire fighters, military... those who put their lives on the line every day for people they don’t even know. <br><br>Cops. The cop! <br><br>Piotr looks towards the cage he had been held in, and he dashes towards it. Oh, the soldiers do try to stop him. But for the most part he just plows through them. He grabs however many he can and either just hurls them out of his path, or towards the other soldiers. All of the various powers and strengths of the soldiers seem to have little effect upon Piotr. He doesn’t even seem to feel them. He reaches the metallic box he was locked in, hearing those inside calling out to be freed. And he notices there are many other boxes like this one near him. He has to get to them. Piotr’s flattened hand pushes through the heavy door, and he pulls it right off. He tosses it over his shoulder as he ducks down a little to peer inside, looking towards the officer and the older woman.&nbsp; “Come! We are leaving!”&nbsp; &nbsp;The officer nods and speaks, motioning everyone to the door as Piotr steps out of the way. &nbsp; “You heard the man! Move, people! Get out!” &nbsp;The prisoners escape from their prison, Piotr keeping watch over them. The officer helps the older woman out, looking to Piotr as he speaks.&nbsp; &nbsp;“We’re the last ones, big fella. We…”&nbsp; his voice falls silent as a cadre of soldiers now move towards Piotr as a group, perhaps ten of them. The officer seems to lose faith as he moves to stand between them and the older woman he escorts. Piotr’s hand moves to the officer’s shoulder gently, a gentleness that belies the nature of his massive form.&nbsp; “Go.”&nbsp; Piotr says to him as he nods. The officer nods back and speaks&nbsp; &nbsp;“We owe you our lives, fella. Get out alive.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Piotr now steps in front of the officer, staring down the soldiers as he frowns deeply. He slams his fists together as his gaze shifts from one soldier to the next, the cop and older woman now fleeing. <br><br>“Do not worry. Colossus will take care of this.” <br><br>Piotr lunges towards the soldiers, and two of them attack before he reaches them. One with pyrokinetic like powers, the other with some kind of energy beams from his eyes. The beams simply deflect off of Colossus’ skin as he engages the other soldiers, and the fire seems to not even make Piotr hesitate. Luckily he’s moving fast enough that his clothes don’t catch on fire. Yet. The soldiers do their best to defend themselves… but how do you defend yourself from a moving fortress? A very angry moving fortress. One by one the soldiers are either knocked out or sent flying. Some passing out as they are sent flying. “This ends now!”&nbsp; He hears Jaron’s voice, and turns towards him, holding two of his soldiers grasped in his hands. Jaron motions towards Colossus, who drops the soldiers and starts towards him. Jaron speaks as he takes a step back. &nbsp; “Mage, teleport him into the energy cell!” &nbsp; A young girl suddenly appears from behind Jaron, motioning towards Colossus. Piotr’s eyes narrow and he now goes into a full on sprint towards Jaron and his new companion. The sound of his metallic feet pounding against the ground like rising thunder. Jaron now starts to panic, taking another step back. But the young girl now moves her hands fluidly… and around her in the air appear glowing runes, spinning around her. Colossus stops abruptly, feeling something happening. He looks down at himself as his body starts to glow, and then he charges once more towards Jaron. He draws a very large fist back as he comes into range, and its’ at precisely that time that Mage’s spell takes effect. It’s a teleportation spell… and well magic is unpredictable with Piotr. <br><br>You see, his armored form is quite well defended against magic. It either nullifies it, or makes it do weird things. The teleportation spell works, and Piotr is gone in the blink of the eye. Just as he was about to put his fist through Jaron’s. But, the spell is corrupted by his armored form. He doesn’t end up in the energy cell as he was meant to… but about a hundred miles north. <br><br>In Queens, to be precise. <br><br>He suddenly materializes in front of May Parker’s home, his fist continuing to push forward. Right through a tree. He gasps as his fist pushes clean through the tree and to the other side.&nbsp; “Shto?!”&nbsp; He calls out as he looks around himself quickly… yeah he’s no longer in the prison. He can’t even see it now. He looks towards the tree as he tries to pull his fist free of it… but no go. And he doesn’t want to destroy the poor tree. So he suddenly reverts back to his human form once more, and he easily pulls his now smaller arm from the tree. His clothes fit better now, even if they are in poor condition. He taps his jacket pocket, feeling the full syringe still there and intact.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Where is this.. “&nbsp; He says as he turns in a slow circle, seeing not a soul around… <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 14:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;What may remain of Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin,&nbsp; Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br>"M-mary..." His voice faded off as he felt her move in his hands his grip tightened on her, pressing his hips with his growing hard on against her. He started deeply kissing her. The ripped up tights were now getting in the way, taking them off right in front of her, his now bare hands feeling her bare skin. His hands slide under her shirt once more, intimately rubbing her as his tongue explored her mouth.<br><br><em>"What are you doing Peter?! You know that's not Mary Jane."</em> What did it matter though? She was clearly enjoying this, and wanted more. She's not an enemy, in fact shes starting to seem quite friendly. The escalating passions was a good reminder to peter of the human condition, how emotional, and passionate, no matter what the situation, one could be. <br><br>He stopped kissing her a moment, keeping his lips but a moment from hers as he nuzzled her softly. "Xavin...Thank you.." He wasn't quite thanking her for the physical form she took on directly, but more for staying with him, and being as open as she was. Even if it is just for fun. Sex, in Peters eyes, was an ultimate act of trust. You left yourself the most vulnerable any time you lay with someone.<br><br>He then removed his bottoms, leaving his whole self before her, letting his hands wander under her waistband, his hands getting on and softly rubbing her backside as he holds her tightly, re engaging in a deep, passionate kiss with her, letting her make the next move as they make out. He thought he heard something outside, but there was no spider sense going off. For now it was out of sight, out of mind, all he cared about in the moment was pleasuring Xavin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 18:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/plZxkCq.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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Aunt May's place<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man, Colossus, Carnage, Open<br></span></span><hr>Xavin closed her eyes and enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. Mentally though she was singing, cheering. <em>Can't get anyone else? Oh yeah, making out with your world's greatest hero! Well, one of them. Well, not your world. Well not my fault Majesdania doesn't have heroes.</em> Xavin rationalized to herself as she mentally bragged to her estranged fiance. Then she got really distracted as Peter's hands went to work on her backside, rubbing, squeezing, lifting. She could tell how much Spiderman loved this body. How close he felt with it. A small part of the Xavin that had learned human ways and customs wondered if she should feel guilt for what she was doing. The skrull didn't care. Isn't this what the skrull were born for? Taking the shape of another for your own interest? Mary Jane wasn't here. She wasn't a part of this hero's life. He didn't even seem worried about finding her. Maybe she had left the city. <em>I'm not hurting anyone, and I don't care if I am.</em> Xavin told herself and let out a little gasp after a particularly enthusiastic squeeze.<br><br><em>Also I'm seeing Spider-Man naked.</em> She practically squealed to herself. She had some idea how much this would be worth to a lot of girls in New York, and the rest of the world, or how much what she was looking at right now would be worth to the newpapers. There were certainly enough cameras around that she could take advantage of the situation if she so chose. A quick forcefield could keep even his super-strength contained long enough to take a few pictures. It would also be proof for Karolina...<br><br>"Spider man I..." Xavin never got a chance to finish her sentence, or even finalize whether she was going to touch that cock or trap it and photograph it. Because there was a very loud crash outside that caused her to jump with surprise and jog a few steps over to the window. She bent over, putting her elbows on the window sill and glanced down. The street was still mostly abandoned but she saw a huge man pulling his fist out of a tree trunk!<br><br>"I think one of your friends is here..." She said without looking back, bent over enticingly without realizing it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 16:22:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/CarnageBlades.jpg)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Queens, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Spiderman, Xavin, Colossus, Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Being promoted to head honcho of Team Evil USA had a lot of perks. Cletus was not a team player, never had been... but when the job description included "destroy NYC" he was willing to put aside most of his personal issues to focus on the bigger picture. It was a picture he liked, a picture he'd painted over and over again in his head and in crayon at the asylum and in blood on subway walls. Chaos raining down and reigning over all.<br>&nbsp;<br>There was only one personal issue he couldn't let go - Spider-man. The guy was family. Only family should rip family limb from limb. <br><br>Bitsy wasn't a team player either; but just like his "grandson" he was all about family. He didn't follow those straggling survivors underground. He left them to Carnage's clean-up crews: mutants and supers new and old, who were pouring steadily out of the transformation camps. Once you got a shot of the True Vision you were more than ready and willing to tear the world a new asshole. The hunting would be good down in the tunnels and caves under Manhattan. Cletus felt just the littlest twinge of regret about missing out on the fun.<br>But family first, of course.<br><br>As he leaped and poured and swung his way into the boroughs he took some time to admire the never-ending montage of destruction. Streets and bridges were jammed full of vehicles in gridlock, every possible space blocked with metal or bodies as the entire population of New York attempted to be somewhere else at exactly the same time. The forces of Carnage (that had a really nice ring to it) were already fanning out from the city's center to make sure the wounded were dead and the whole were, well, probably dead too. <br><br>A couple of noobs caught Cletus' attention along the way and he beckoned them to follow. Bitsy was already dragging fresh booty around. Might as well bring his own date or two to the family reunion. If he got bored he could take them apart later... although one of them was already coming apart. Cute girl. Nice tendons.<br><br>And so Carnage and Co. rolled into a silent neighborhood where the clouds of chemical weaponry had mostly dissipated and nothing was moving except some guy getting kinky with a tree on the lawn of That House, the house Cletus remembered through his familial sybiote memory, where Bitsy was either crying over his auntie or banging his new chick. Maybe both? I'd do both. In reverse.<br><br>"Hey, Woody, seen any spiders around here?"&nbsp; Carnage slithered to a crouch about 20 feet from the stranger with the tree, his symbiote sight catching a flicker of moment up in the window. "Huh, never mind. He's already up the drainspout." Blood red tendrils quivered and writhed all over his body, full of anticipation.<br><br>At a sharp gesture, Cletus' two companions moved out, slowly circling around the lawn. One was a tall woman, blonde, pin-up material in a bikini and bare feet. As she walked up the driveway her toes sank into the concrete as if it were the consistency of sand. <br><br>The other girl was small, dark, with stringy black hair and the stench of death around her. Her clothes and skin hung in shreds but she didn't bleed anymore. She smiled with broken teeth and empty eye sockets as a dog with a broken neck ran up to stand next to her. Skeletal birds with barely enough feathers left to fly swooped down as a pair of mangled cats circled her feet. <br><br>"Can Bitsy come out to play?" Cletus hissed with a very big smile.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiric Rand</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 04:50:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Remy LeBeau<br>Alias: Gambit<br>Location: Random bar in NYC<br>Tags: Open, for now<br><hr><br>The last few weeks hadn't been good. Ever since his narrow escape from the entity now known as Apocalypse, he had been hitting the bottle hard. He had lost several good firends in the innital attack, several close commrads. Not only that, but he had been able to do nothing to stop it. The worst sting was that Psylocke, one of his best friends, had sacrifices herself to save him. That he couldn't save her, heal his wounded pride and honor, that hurt more than anything that beast could have ever done to him. He looked up to the TV in the bar. He heard the familiar voice of one Tony Stark on the TV, making some big announcement. Some big shot he was, sitting somewhere safe while the rest of them fought out there on the ground. "Another round cher." He spoke with a thick accent to the bartender, setting the empty bottle down.<br><br>Behind him there were a few people, muttering something about mutates or some such crap. It never changed. Even in this wasteland, humans still feared him. While he waited for his drink, he reached into his coat. Pulling out what looked like a normal deck of cards, he turned to the people behind him. "Now whatca ya'll doing in a place like this, spoutin off somethin about me like that?" Despite the pain, he still wore that typical Cajun smile, and his red eyes looked around. Three of them, he had faced worse odds if things got ugly. And in this situation, it was bound to get ugly.<br><br>"why don we play a little game mon amies?" He took a single card out of the deck, quickly charging it, causing it to glow pink with energy. "It's called fifty two pick up. Here's card number one." He threw the card at the table, causing a small explosion and shattering the table. The men ran out of the bar as the barkeep came to check on the noise. "Sorry cher. I guess I don't know when enough is enough. Guess I'll be takin that one for the road."<br><br>Gambit grabbed the bottle in front of him and took a swig as he walked out of the bar into the streets of New York. "I suppose if Stark is gathering an army, there's plenty of chances for looting." He grabbed his staff and unfolded it out, resting it upon his shoulders and starting to walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 00:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Waljj.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Spidey, Xavin, Carnage <br></span></span><hr>A soft sigh escapes his lips as he stands there upon the sidewalk, his eyes cast down the street. He frowns as he sees what had to have been a once beautiful neighborhood… now a wreck. If it wasn’t the enemy forces, it could have been looters or just degenerates taking advantage of the poor luck of others. So he has to decide where to start… obviously he needs to contact the X-Men. Figure out where he is and how to get back to them. <br><br>If this is as bad as his gut tells him, then the X-Men will need the strength of Colossus. <br><br>Lightly he pats his jacket’s pocket, ensuring the syringe he had scooped up was still there and still whole. Maybe someone can use it to figure out what all this is. Or it’ll just be an interesting souvenir. Piotr sorely wishes he had his communicator with him. He could then contact his friends… but he has been out of it for so long (nearly 9 months) that the fact he even still has a communicator is secondary on his mind. Today he was just going to a local gallery to support a friend in the business… maybe have lunch with her and then head home to a quiet evening. Maybe reading some Langston Hughes. Who knows. But now… well not so much. <br><br>His thoughts are snapped back to reality with the sudden appearance of Carnage. He gasps audibly at the sight of the creature…&nbsp; he’s never seen anything like this. His eyes then fall on the two… women.. with him. But slowly Piotr’s gaze move back to Carnage himself, actually finding it hard to look the being in the eye. He turns fully to face Carnage and his companions, his resolve strengthening. Piotr has been in ‘the business’ (as Logan calls it) for a long time… and he recognizes evil when he sees it. <br><br>Piotr’s brows furrow a little with the question… Woody? Spiders? Not only is it grotesque..&nbsp; it speaks in riddles. Piotr hates guys like this. But he follows Carnage’s gaze towards the window… and as Carnage did, Piotr spots the very attractive red-head there. Gosh she’s pretty… Piotr’s gaze now snaps back to Carnage, and his intentions are clear. Smoothly Piotr slips out of his ruined jacket, letting it fall gently to the ground behind him as he takes a step forward. <br><br>And as he takes that step, the mass of his form seems to suddenly increase. His very skin shifts to something other than flesh, a glistening metallic alloy. His body transforms, with only the same sound as snow falling. His first step is relatively silent, his second step is a heavy metallic clang sound. He speaks in a deep, stern tone as he moves towards Carnage, moving surprisingly fast for something so big. His Russian accent seems heavier as he speaks. “Monster, you will not ignore me to threaten anyone in my presence. All of you will stand down, or know my wrath!”&nbsp; &nbsp;His hands snap out, intending to grab 2 of the quivering tentacles along Carnage’s body. But as he moves, he is careful to not ignore his female companions. That’s something of a rookie mistake, and could very well cost your life should you fall into it. And while he won’t make that particular rookie mistake.. he doesn’t actually know what this blood red creature is before him. He doesn’t know who Carnage is, persay. Maybe he’s heard the name before, but he has never actually seen the creature. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiric Rand</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 05:01:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Remy LeBaeu<br>Title: Gambit<br>Affiliation: Unknown<br>Location: New York<br>Tags:Colossus, Carnage<br>[hr}<br><br>One hand in his pocket and one on the staff resting on his shoulders, Gambit continued to walk along the streets. He was uncertain about whatever was going on, and weather it would be best right now to just jump into the fie and get it over with. He had lost so many of his friends already that for the first time in his life, he was unsure what he was doing. Logan, Rogue, the rest. He shook his head. No, they had to be alive still, they were far too tough to die just like that. He would find them, as well as the rest of the x-men. Once they were back together they would have a force to fight with again.<br><br>He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of metallic steps. The familiar Russian accent made him smile. If Pete was still alive, there was hope for the rest of them. He ran forward in time to see Colossus charge the red creature. He had never seen anything like it before, but he knew that if Colossus was charging it, then the thing was evil. Pete was never one to fight without a good reason. He grabbed the deck from his coat. Minus the one he had just used in the bar, he was down to 51 cards still. More than enough for this encounter.<br><br>He moved to a better location, making sure that whatever that thing was hadn't seen him yet. Pete was far too close to use a card at this point. He would have to wait until he backed off a bit. He could throw one to signal he was here, but then he would lose the element of surprise, and that could be a fatal mistake. Pete could hold his own against the creature, hell, he had seen him go toe to toe with Juggernaut. though, the two companions might be trouble.&nbsp; they both looked like women, though one could barely be called such the way she seemed to decay.<br><br>They seemed to be ignoring the metal man, so without warning the Cajun stepped in. "Aww Pete, looks like you could use a bit of a hand." He threw a couple cards at the feet of the women moving along. "Now that ain't right cher, ignoring the man who was clearly speaking to you. Ya'll can't leave now the fun's just startin."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 18:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin, Carnage, Colossus, Gambit, NPC's<br><br></span></span><hr><br>He was starting to get into Xavin when suddenly his spider sense went insane, for the split moment he gripped his head like he had a migraine. <em>I knew he'd come looking here for me...</em> He got back into his half shredded suit, not like it meant much more than covering his vitals at this point.&nbsp; "Stay here, for now." He told Xavin in a rather commanding tone. He knew that if Carnage got a good look at her he would recognize that physique of Mary-Jane. In that light, Carnage's guard might be caught off if he found or got to her.<br><br>Spidey took a look outside to survey the situation. There were at least two people out there on their side the most immediate one that caught his attention was the large, metallic form of Colossus. <em>So some of them did survive the attack...awesome, we can use all the help we can get.</em> Then he saw teh man toss a few cards. <em>So that's Gambit eh?..</em> The signature card throw was unmistakable for anyone else. <em>Well with all of these guys we can perhaps bring down this beefed up Carnage, but hes not alone..</em><br><br>His attention turned to the pin-up looking woman. <em>Great, another sand-man..or I mean woman..</em> The next sight he saw though made him want to look back at the sandy gal quickly. <em>What the living fuck is THAT?! Well its apparently anything but living..</em> They were all there for him, that much was sure. Finally Spidey crawled out, moving onto the roof, that way the brewing fight would stay out in the open. <br><br>"Hey Red, I don't know whats worse, showing up without an invitation, or your choice of guest. Don't worry though, you came for some web? well the buffet is open!" He promptly then fires a thick shot of web at Carnage's face, aiming to blind him, if only long enough for Colossus to get a solid blow or two in. Immediately after he takes a reflexive stance, ready to attempt to counter any aggression, or assist his two allies in ideal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 16:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/3a6f70bc4ff4f5c1628b42bc05f7cecf/tumblr_mgqgz8uegz1qiptmpo1_500.png)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Queens, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Colossus, Spider-man, Gambit, Xavin (as MJ)<br></span></span><hr><br>The guy with the tree swelled up and turned real shiny. Shiny enough for Carnage to catch his own reflection in the metallic skin, distorted like a fun house mirror. Looking good. That little moment of vanity was enough to let Shiny get close and grab a couple of tentacles.<br><br>"Hey, hey, bad touch!" The tentacles, writhing and slippery, surged up the metal man's wrists and arms like vines around a tree. Curling crimson tongues lashed towards the shiny face, seeking entrance via ears, nose, eyes, any gaps the symbiote tendrils could fill. Popping heads from the inside was a favorite trick, especially for big muscle men who thought they could pound little guys to a pulp. They stopped pounding when he showed them their own sphenoid bone.<br><br>Shiny wasn't from around here. Neither was the fella in the coat who showed up a second later, tossing cards around like flash bombs. Bitsy must have been planning a big party out here in the burbs.<br><br>Speak of the devil. Spider-man's voice grated in his mind.<br><br>Carnage, momentarily engaged in climbing Shiny like a tree, didn't see the wad of web heading his way but the little dead girl was ready. She shrieked and the decrepit birds circling her head flew across the yard, faster than any living creature could have moved, to intercept the web. A sticky knot of feathers and bones just barely sailed past Carnage's head. <br><br>At the same time, flashes of fire struck at her feet. The crushed cats leapt towards the blaze, broken limbs dragging. One disintigrated as a card struck it. The other only caught fire as it moved towards the man with the Cajun accent, filling the yard with smoke and the gut-wrenching odor of burnt fur. Roadkill - the name Cletus had given her after she'd been run over twice by that SHIELD vehicle - shrieked again for reinforcements. There was an ugly sound as they rose to her call. Bundles of bones crawling out of the earth; rats and mice streaming from every sewer hole and ruined house; flocks of birds, fallen to the chemical weapons, fluttered back into the air and wheeled over the scene of battle to cast a shifting shadow of death over all.<br><br>Beach Bunny, the other mutant who shared The Vision, darted away from Gambit's projectiles with an enchanting jiggle and bounce. She stopped a few meters from Colossus' feet and crouched, laying her hands on the ground. The lawn rippled as the density of the earth changed to sand. The metal man's feet immediately began to sink into the fine grains.<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u">NPC Villains</span><br><br><strong>Roadkill </strong><em>- female zombie (?), ability to animate and control dead animals telepathically</em><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/738c488e96bc0e0ee87f0fa8b47fd9bd/tumblr_mi9pa4VzX91rv7osmo1_500.jpg)<br><br><strong>Beach Bunny</strong><em> - female human, ability to alter the density of any object she touches (to a 3-meter radius) for the duration of contact (?)</em><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4hd91d3GN1qfusg3o1_500.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 17:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Waljj.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Spidey, Xavin, Carnage, Gambit<br></span></span><hr>Colossus grits his teeth as he seems to get his wish, getting Carnage closer to him. But not in the way he expected. Or wanted. Large metallic hands grasp&nbsp; as much of the tentacles as he can, squeezing them with a grip that would split mountains. And as he fights the tentacles, he hears a couple of familiar voices… He barely turns his head one direction and then the other, catching glimpses of his new allies in the fight. He speaks in a slightly muffled tone as Carnage’s tentacles start to crawl along his face.&nbsp; <br><br>“Spider-Man! Gambit, my good friend and ally!”&nbsp; &nbsp;His tone is upbeat, despite the fact he’s in a bad spot. He is about to say something else, but now his whole face is covered for the most part. He can almost feel the probing tentacles… and he’s seen enough hentai to know where this is going. The normal instinct in a situation like this.. well it’s to get the hell out of there. Use your enormous strength to break free. But Colossus can’t do that, he won’t do that. Not yet. Instead, one of his armored hands draws back in a fist, his other hand moves up in front of him. That hand opens a moment, and then his arm loops around as he grasps more tentacles. Which he now has more variety to choose from. The motion is much the same motion you would use to wrap your garden hose around your arm, to bring it back to you and coil it up. Colossus uses all of his… considerable… strength to in effect pull Carnage a little closer. Doing the exact opposite of what instinct would tell you. <br><br>Piotr has to resist the urge to try and break free. And that’s a tall order right there. For you see, those tentacles to exactly what Carnage wanted them to. Colossus can <em>feel</em> those tentacles worming their way inside of his head. Through his nose, mouth and nose for the most part. He can feel them writhing inside of him. But he’s confident that this will do no good for Carnage, save for the effect of making Piotr very very uncomfortable. <br><br>How is that, you might ask? A common misconception about Piotr’s mutant power is that his skin turns to metal only.. and that’s it. But it is the whole of his body, his internal organs, eyes, all of it. The same invulnerable metal like component that make up his skin also make up his entire inner body. Carnage was smart to not try and slice into Colossus, he would have never gotten anywhere. And he was smart to try and attack Colossus from the inside, to get passed that metal hide. But what Carnage doesn’t realize is that all of Colossus is that invulnerable metal. So there’s not much, if any, damage Carnage can do to Colossus by going in through his mouth, nose and ears. But it does give Colossus exactly the advantage he needed. <br><br>Carnage is absolutely faster than Colossus. Colossus is absolutely stronger than Carnage. He’s stronger than Carnage and Spider-Man put together. So <em>maybe</em> Colossus wouldn’t be able to harm Carnage if he couldn’t catch him. And <em>maybe</em> he could be outmaneuvered by Carnage. But as it is… well Carnage is all wrapped up in Colossus. Well wrapped up on <em>and</em> in Colossus. And Colossus is that immovable object you hear so much about. So in effect… <br><br>Colossus acts as an anchor to Carnage. Using all of his considerable strength to keep a grip of his writhing tentacles, allowing him to try and violate him. Because all of that equals Carnage now being easily in Colossus’ range, and having nowhere to go. Remember his other hand? The one not reeling in Carnage? With a muffled grunt Colossus throws that very large very unstoppable fist right at the side of Carnage’s head from nearly point blank range. He puts all he has into that one punch, needing to end this now. Needing to keep the pretty red-haired woman safe, needing to keep Spider-Man and Gambit safe. As he throws his punch, he can feel the ground below him shifting, and he can feel himself slowly sinking. But he has to hold his ground, taking Carnage is most important to him at this moment..&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiric Rand</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 03:08:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Remy LeBeau<br>Title: Gambit<br>Affiliation: Humanity?<br>Location: New York<br>Tagged: Xavin, Spider-man, Colossus, Carnage<br><hr><br>Gambit smiled as his old friend acknowledged him. It was the first sign on good news since the attack, and if they had both survived, who knew just how many others had. He was snapped out of his thought seeing the dead animals absorbing his bombs, while the other woman avoided him completely.He watched her jiggle a little before taking a better glance at what was happening. He say Petey sinking a bit, and didn’t know how, but that babe must have had something to do with it, since it didn’t begin until she touched the ground.<br><br>“Seems we be a bit outnumbered Pete.” He spoke before he saw the bolts of web, looking up to se the kid he knew as Spider-Man. He had never really worked with the kid in person, but he knew enough of the new York locals to know of him. That and the tattered remains of a spider logo was a dead giveaway. So that made it three on three, though the kid looked like he had seen better days. Being a thief had taught him to always have a way out, and to know your foes.<br><br>The dead girl looked tough, and her summoning of dead animals could cause a swarming problem. The other girl seemed to be able to make the ground beneath them give way. Then there was the red guy Petey was tangling with. While the babe wouldn’t be a problem to him much, his lighter weigh and quicker movements would counter her, Pete would be in trouble. So it looked like he was going to be in a three way, not the good kind either. His first goal was to distract the one girl enough to get Pete back on his feet. But to do that, the dead girl had to be dealt with.<br><br>As he saw the numerous dead animals swarming, he acted. He didn’t know what would happen if they bit, but he wasn’t wanting to find out. He extended his staff, swinging in quick, wide arcs in order to clear out what he could. He needed to clear a shot to the dead girl first, disrupt her enough to get a shot at the others. “Common now Chere, Don’t have to play so rough.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 11:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/4984a4e6-2a69-46cd-84a8-512607168cbc_zps7b1fbda6.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; Jessica Roberts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Raven Queen</em><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse and 'The Vision'<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; New York City, --- Forest Hills suburb in Queens [Aunt May's House]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse --- The Horseman 'Death'; Spiderman, Colossus, Xavin, Gambit, Roadkill, Beach Bunny<br><br></span></span><hr><br><hr><strong> Current: </strong><br>Jessica's feathers shifted a bit letting her slide through the air catching the breeze that curled up from the street below. Her sight shifting between 6 sets of eyes as 6 sets of black feathered wings kept her in the air. She had learned that 6 ravens was the optimal currently for her to really handle, she had tried a dozen earlier but all the details and senses and information had that had flowed into her mind had nearly stunned her and quickly made her reform. <br><br>Raven Queen is what he had called her when she unformed into a small flock of ravens. Apocalypse, father, Lord, master he had been there when she had survived the serum she had been one of the first to do so and she still remembered the smile on his face and the power he gave off. <br><hr><br><hr><strong> Yesterday:</strong><br>She had been at the office early as she often did working on a stock brief when the attack came. Many at the company thought she only fucked her way to her position but they did not realize how driven she was. She worked long hours, 16, 18 even 20 hours a day, her mind shifting through details of the market and gleaning out the best stocks. Just because she saw sex as a commodity that could aid her in her goals made her something to avoid, or use, to the older men at the firm. She instead used them, she had 'allowed' her self to be seduced by one and then blackmailed him into promoting the woman she was assistant too. She had come to realize that being the one behind the throne was better, less of a target and if done right more power. <br><br>The attack had caught her by complete surprise. There should have been no reason for the attack, a strong economy made the US to big to deal with in the manner that happened or so she had believed. She had been knocked out by the blast that shattered the downtown yet somehow had survived. Maybe it was luck that she had at the time been in one of the storage rooms, maybe it was just meant to be. She was not sure it mattered. She had staggered out of the building some minutes later after making her way down the 53 flights of stairs. As she looked up at the smothering ruins of the city several beings dropped around her. They were surprised that she did not run, or scream and instead straightened her shoulders and smoothed her ruined suit as best she could. After all she did not like to waste her efforts on something that was useless. As she had come down the stairs she had tried her cell and had been able to look out windows and knew what ever had happened she had survived and she meant to keep on doing so. Running like a fool or screaming just was not her style and so as those in the armor closed on her she stood waiting.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/71951ded-c5fe-48ab-b521-ee1c8d36fc56_zps270384de.jpg)</div><br>They had literally dragged her to a complex, it had been set up in Central Park. She was shoved into a group of 25 all adults but in their 20s-30s and what seemed good shape. They had been ordered to strip and while the rest had chaffed and refused she had simply undressed completely till she stood nude in front of those there. A shifting mass of red with a horrid face that she knew from the papers was supposed to be Carnage. A young woman that was called Starchild and a giant of a man that they called Apocalypse.<br><br>Apocalypse seemed amused that she stepped forward nude while the others were being forcibly made to strip. Several clad like doctors pulled her and others to chairs, where they were heavily strapped into them. All the while she kept her eyes on Apocalypse as her mind had jumped into gear. When his eyes meant her own she nodded and lifted her chin and reached for that calm she could always find. The Doctor's needles were cold as they slid into both her arms.<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Shadowrun/shadowrun2/ravenqueen1_zpse68b35e7.jpg)</div><br>She had never known such pain, such a surge of energy. Her body became on fire then freezing then a pain so deep it was impossible to describe and her mind became unformed, unfocused. She screamed her throat raw as it went on and on for what seemed an eternity. Then there was blackness and suddenly she was seeing from a dozen sets of eyes... a dozen sets of wings flapped on the ground, on the chair and several somehow lifted into the air. She felt her mind slipping away then a shout in her mind made her reform. She tumbled naked to the ground at the feet of Apocalypse.<br><br>Her body shook and trembled as it changed, before she took more then a few breaths Apocalypse's huge left hand was around her slim throat lifting her till she dangled in the air. She did struggle then her finger nails had lengthened and they scrapped along his armored arm actually leaving gores behind. Then he was in her mind so complete so deep that she gasped and stilled. She was always very smart, her mind agile and adaptable so as Apocalypse's mind entered she realized that nothing she could do could stop him. Here was a power she had always wanted to part of, part of his vision filled her mind making her gasp again. It was brilliant, beautiful and beyond anything she had ever thought about and at that moment she wanted it as well. She wanted to be a part of it...to see it through no matter the cost to others or to herself. She had always put her own interests before anyone else simply because she had never found anyone with a vision she could embrace. His mind saw everything she had been, how she had struggled in a low income child hood...how she had used her brains and her body to get ahead. She had been ruthless, she had been driven, she had been willing to do what ever was needed without going to jail. Now though Apocalypse had given her a gift, that placed her outside the bounds of humanity. <br><br>Her eyes widen and she stilled in her struggle, he had given her a gift she could never repay and if he choose now to take it from her and her life then she would die knowing she had been blessed. Apocalypse sat her down on her feet and for the first time in her life she knelt before someone. She had no need of a drug for him to control her, he had shown her his vision and had given her a gift. It was an aphrodisiac that made her aroused, made her nipples harden made her desire him. As she knelt she knew she wanted him, unlike anyone she had before. She wanted to feel his power in her to feel that overpowering strength surround her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Rise my deviant. Your mind, it is filled with shifting sands... perhaps unpredictable to some; but I see the desires that burn inside you. You have great potential, but we will see if you have the strength of will to match it. You, Queen of Ravens will serve my Horseman of Death. I have tasked him with completing the devastation of this superhuman stronghold called 'New York City'. The mutants here must be completely eradicated. Those who will not share our vision, will die. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Aid him in <em>every</em> way that he requires. Discover your new strengths, your new talents... and perhaps I will find a significant use for you. Fail him... and you fail me; and the only atonement for your lack of success will be death. Prove yourself worthy of your new heritage. Prove yourself worthy of my blood. If you succeed in that, in ushering in a new age with me - I shall reward you lavishly and answer the hungers of your soul."<br><hr><br><hr><strong> Earlier this day:</strong><br>She had watched from above as Cassidy; Carnage; Death had torn into the survivors of SHIELD. It was brutal, horrible and fascinating all at once. She had not seen so much blood but she knew that 'THE VISION' required it. Any that opposed it had to die, it was simple really and she had embraced it. She had dropped and shifted into her nude form behind 2 police officers shielding several huddled and crying children. They had been startled when she stepped out naked as a 'Raven' and had both moved to help her. She had moved shiftily, her razor sharp strong nails slashed and the first officer's neck was slashed apart. She dropped and spun taking the feet out from under the 2nd and as he leveled his gun she shifted, The bullet went through empty air as 8 ravens with inch long claws that could rend steel, ripped him apart. She reformed and dropped down to looked over the half dozen children there and pulled one out, the oldest she deemed and shoved him into the street as a team of 4 of armored ones came near. She knelt by the rest of the children and smiled then whispered 'Run', as they scampered away in 3 directions she shifted into her ravens and gave chase. It was a test to her. Could she take down separate targets quickly? Within minutes she had finished them and as she climbed into the air on 6 sets of wings she saw that Carnage had found Spiderman. <br><br>Cassidy had been drooling over this so much she had begun to worry. It seemed to her he was more concerned about his own desire to destroy Spiderman then on their master's 'VISION'. She had just reached a good height and begin to wing over when an huge explosion blew Carnage off the building. She rolled all her forms in the dive and dropped to check on him. Forming into her lovely nude form some 25 feet from him. <br>" I will follow Spiderman, General and report back"<br>Shifting into her ravens she gave wing, climbing up and spreading out till she found the webslinger and the girl he carried. She watched from 300 feet up as he made his way into Queens. Knowing that even Spiderman would not pay attention to a few birds in the sky.<br><hr><br><hr><strong> Yesterday: </strong><br>Soon after 'HE' had left she was brought before a figure. A mass of bees over 6' tall. 'Swarm' introduced himself with a European bow. As it turned out his form was a mass of bees, thousands that he commanded and his mind spread among them. He first taught her how to focus and compartment her mind. She had often thought on many levels but this was greater and she found her mind quickly adapting to it. He showed her how to react in her raven forms. He pushed her till midday. By then she could shift in and out, take to the air and circle and climb and dive, they had discovered her raven's claws could cut steel and her own now hardened and lengthened nails could cut through thin metal. She watched as many of the newly formed survivors were quickly given minor instructions and armor and sent out under guidance of others. Most seemed to have gotten some variant of body changes, strength, quickness, agility. There many others that went past but she also knew that far far more did not survive the 'Judgement'. Yet that was proper, for only the strong could survive the blood of Father and be part of his 'VISION'.<br><br>She spent the day with 'Swarm' working out her shifting and abilities. She had gotten stronger, her mind was quicker and better able to adapt. Her reflexes and quickness was on par with an Olympian. She found that getting one of her ravens destoryed made those surviving bigger and stronger till there was only one nearly the size of a human left. She also found she would need time to regain the energy to reform the ones that had been destoryed. Her maximun seemed to be a dozen that she could control and even then it was very narrow and almost singleminded in what she could do with all 12. Six seemed to be the best for most of the time and she took to that and learned to move and shift. It was late afternoon that she made her final discovery, trying to shift into a single raven she instead formed one. She knew immediately that it was more independent yet she could see through its eyes and her senses extended through. It was a part of her yet apart. Her Familiar. <br><br>The one problem they discovered was that no clothes would shift with her. So she would be nude when she reformed. They tried several things, then she realized this too was a test. Could she deal with the looks she would get handle the pressure, the leers from even those awaken? She knew she would pass this test as well.<br><br>That evening she began to help with the Vision. Winging her way through the city, learning more control as she found pockets of survivors and directed the troops to them. Several time she helped in a quick fight. It was after night had fallen that she climbed into the sky on six pair of wings. She was looking for someone. Randel Hamilton, senior VP at the firm. He had treated her poorly and had groped her many times. Perhaps it was fate after all that when she dropped onto his penthouse balcony he was there. His eyes came alight as he looked up and down her nude frame. His smile was one of control because he believed he still had it. Her lips curved up and then she grabbed him from his chair and tossed him over the balcony. "I have learned to fly Randy, can you?"<br><br>She spent the night dining on his food and sleeping in his bed and as her Familiar kept watch her dreams were of Apocalypse. Morning dawned filled with smoke and haze as she took a shower and ate then she took to the air once more.<br><hr><br><hr><strong> Current:</strong><br>She had followed Spiderman as it seemed had Death. He had brought with him two of the survivors yet already he seemed to be in trouble. The armored one she vaguely recalled but he seemed capbale of handling Carnage. The one with the accent and long coat could be a problem depending on how much explosive damage he could deal with those cards. Then out came Spiderman as a red head looked from a window. The battle was being joined and she was not sure of it. So she circled.<br><br>One hundred feet above Carnage, Colossus, Spiderman and the others six raven as black as night circled...watching...waiting!!<br><hr><br><br><em>[I would like to thank Veluux for the qoute from Apocalypse and his guidance and input for the introduction of 'Raven Queen']</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 21:00:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin, Carnage, Colossus, Gambit, NPC's, Raven Queen<br><br></span></span><hr><em>okay what do we have here..There's Carnage, even while beefed up, hes more or less the same..then we have..</em> His gaze turned to Roadkill,<em>zombie girl, guess it wouldnt be a post apocalyptic show without zombies huh? Then there's..</em> He now looks to Beach Bunny, <em>Someone dressed for the beach, but she seems to be bringing it with her..</em><br><br>With carnage in a death wrestle with Colossus, and the bikini gal conveniently moving the current struggle into Colossus' favor, his focus turned to Zombie girl. As he was about to leap into action, his spider sense went off again. <em>What now?! Isn't that everyone?</em> He then quickly remembered the bird forma&nbsp; few moments earlier that took his web shot like a champ. He looked up, eyeing the circling ravens, putting both arms out and firing what would be almost like a net forming between the two web streams "Not a second time zombie girl! I like my chicken&nbsp; grounded!" <br><br>When the web would make contact, ensnaring the target, he would give it a nice, hard yank, actually putting his super strength into the pull. No more birds were going to take the hit for spideys shots any more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 06:41:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_memuecbVPH1rm0m35o6_1280.png)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Queens, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Colossus, Spider-man, Gambit, Raven Queen, Xavin (as MJ)<br></span></span><hr>"God DAMN it, boy. Chrome-plated inside and out!" Carnage spat as those fine extensions of himself wound and slid through Shiny's sinuses. Pressure wouldn't snap and claws couldn't scratch the metal that should have been soft, pulpy meat shreds by now. His thicker tentacles were being squeezed and stretched in unpleasant ways, which was kind of exciting. It was a clever way to wind things up, he had to admit.<br><br>Speaking of wind up, Shiny's fist landed like a truck to his head, crunching a lot of things that would take a few blinks to put back together. Licking tendrils went limp. Carnage's ragged smile was distorted around that fist, sticking to it, sliding off it like blood off a baby's back. It was pain city for the wrong side of this fight and he hadn't even gotten to Bitsy yet. Time to cause a different kind of hurt.<br><br>Beach Bunny, a buxom little piece of serum-addled ass, was doing her best to sink the battleship. The ground beneath Colossus had shifted beneath her hands into fine, thin sand and the heavy metal man was sliding deeper with every motion he made. Death had commanded her to bury him and she would succeed, for the glory of Apocalypse. Yet, as she focused all of her newfound power on lowering the density of the earth, burning pain lanced along her thigh. It was followed by a stab to her ribs and a slash across her cheek that made her scream before she could control herself. With suddenly trembling fingers she pulled the razor-sharp spike out of her skin just as another volley tore bloody stripes across her shoulder. "No, please! I obey!"<br><br>Carnage gurgled, one eye refocusing on Colossus as his voice leaked out of his crushed maw. "You got a hell of a shwing, Shiny. Betcha busted up more than cherries. How many girlfriendsh ya punch a hole in with that colossal cock o' steel?" Three more tendrils on the symbiote's back snapped off projectiles in the direction of the blonde, drawing another cry of pain and confusion. "The rest of us, shee, we gotta make do with the little pricks god gave us. But we can still get a ssssslut to scream."<br><br>A spike struck deep in her cheek below one big blue eye and Beach Bunny cowered on the ground behind Carnage, sobbing. "No, please stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I don't want to die!"<br><br>The zombie girl didn't even glance in the direction of her fellow servant. Her milk-white gaze was fixed on Gambit as every dead animal in a half mile radius ran, flew, or crawled towards her. Starlings gathered into a stinking flock and cast themselves at his face, dried claws outstretched and beaks agape with silent shrieking. Bloated rats threw themselves at Gambit's coattails, struggling to bite and gnaw at any part of him they could reach. Every swing of the Cajun's staff resulted in a wave of gore and squirming chunks of undead vermin. As he neared Zombie Girl she shrieked and scuttled sideways in a disjointed manner, heading for the broken tree, while her dog snarled and lunged at the threat.<br><br>At the same time, the wall of Aunt May's house darkened and rippled as if a shadow rose from the earth to crawl up the siding. The hissing scrabble of a thousand tiny, twisted claws filled the air.&nbsp; A roiling heap of cockroaches, centipedes, spiders, and things too mangled to identify surged up the wall towards the open window and the red-haired girl. <br><br>"Which whore dies firsht, Shhhhhiny? Mine or his...?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 23:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/4984a4e6-2a69-46cd-84a8-512607168cbc_zps7b1fbda6.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; Jessica Roberts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Raven Queen</em><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse and 'The Vision'<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; New York City, --- Forest Hills suburb in Queens [Aunt May's House]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse --- The Horseman 'Death'; Spiderman, Colossus, Xavin, Gambit, Roadkill, Beach Bunny<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jessica raven's were in a watchful mode, wondering at what plan 'Death' had in mind when Spiderman lifted his head and shot webbing at her. It spread forming a rising net, that took her several moments to realize it was really coming at her. By the time she dove away 3 of her ravens were caught within the web net and were yanked toward the ground by Spiderman. Jessica split her remaining ravens, one diving through the gathering mass of dead to rake its super sharp claws at Gambit's face in a high speed fly by. The second dove right at Spiderman with claws extended and a screech filling the air. The 3rd dived between houses and when she had made sure she was out of sight of the others she shifted into her real form.<br><br>The ravens in the net vanish just as they hit the ground; the one in the fly by of gambit vanishes only a few feet from raking its claws across his face; the one in the death dive on Spiderman just vanishes as well no more then a few feet from the costumed hero.<br><br>Jessica hit the ground in a tumble that burned off the speed, she had then rolled to her feet. Her nude body glistened as she narrowed her eyes wondering how that fool had spotted her. She turned back to the street and shifted again. <br><br>This time 10 ravens formed. Five sped across the street climbing and weaving in a tight formation, as the other five lifted with beating wings to to speed along the back of the houses lifting slowly..carefully till they were barely above the roofs and could see what was happening. <br><br>Jessica could not believe what she saw and could hear. Death, Carnage was attacking one of their own, Beach Bunny, for no other reason then he was being kept from Spiderman. Her anger spiked at the callous way he would toss aside the vision they all held. Then she forced her mind to calm, there was still the resistance here and they had to be dealt with one way or another. She could see that 'Death' would need more help but she had no idea how far any of the strike teams were. <br><br>If Carnage stayed he could endanger everything but she had given her word to serve him and she would for now...until she could report back to her father and master. <br><br>The far group of 5 ravens dove to mix with the dead birds that were swirling around gambit and ready and waiting there for an opening then one would dive silent at the Cajun from the rear with claws extended, claws that could rip through steel.&nbsp; The second group flew back and forth above roofs of the houses and just behind them always working to keep Spiderman from seeing them but watching Gambit and the others. <br><br>Should Carnage keep his attacks on Beach Bunny she would have to decide then what to do!!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 19:27:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/plZxkCq.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; Xavin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; ?<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Aunt May's place<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Xavin saw the creepy crawlies heading up the wall towards her. They seemed to grow from the bricks and the cracks of the old tenement, her first thought was to ignite, burn them all, take off into the sky and torch the entire block. <em>No no you're thinking like a hero.</em> She told herself. <em>You're not a hero anymore. Time to fight like a skrull.</em> For just a moment a wicked grin appeared on her face. <em>Showtime.</em><br><br>The next moment she had cocked her wide hips put her hands to her face and screeched bloody murder, playing the perfect little damsel in distress, shaking her shoulders just enough to make sure any male eyes looking her way would stick on her. She backed a few steps away from the window as if terrified of the crawling threat, but making sure she wasn't so far back that nobody could see her.<br><br><em>See how scared I am. See how vulnerable I am. Kidnap me. Rescue me. Fight over me.</em> She willed the assembled heroes and villains to focus on her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to give one side or the other the advantage, but as a top notch skrull agent she had contingencies upon contingencies in place. <em>I need to climb the ladder. Whether with this Apocalypse or those fighting him. I just can't decide which side deserves me more...</em> She put a forearm to her forehead, letting her eyes roll back a little and expertly faking an oncoming swoon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kiric Rand</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 01:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Remy LeBeau<br>Title: Gambit<br>Affiliation: Humanity<br>Location: New York, near Aunt May’s place<br>Tagged: Spidy, Colossus, Carnage, Roadkill, Beach Bunny, Raven Queen, and Xavin<br><hr><br>The sudden scream from the apartment caught the Cajun’s attention as he swatted away another dead animal from his ankles. He looked up enough to see some red head being chased before he felt the teeth of one of his own attackers start to clamp down along his leg. “Not today.” Another swing of the staff separated the zombie, though it’s head remained attached to Gambit’s leg until he shook it free. Between her scream and the bird that suddenly vanished before him earlier, he realized just how desperate the situation had become.<br><br>Things seemingly went from strange to stranger as the red thing crawling over Pete started to attack one of his own. Now this guy was just sick. Still, Gambit didn’t have much time to worry as he was still being swarmed by dead birds and animals all around him. Where was that dead looking girl who was controlling all of them?<br><br>“Pete, looks like we might be on the ass end of an ass kicking.” He smirked, always making a joke no matter how grim things got. Using his speed to his advantage, he rolled out of one of the birds dived, picking up a loose stick and charging it before tossing it away. “Fetch Fido.” One of the random dogs grabbed it before it exploded into bits.<br><br>He grabbed his cards, only having about 49 left, though he kept a few more decks hidden just incase. “Well, time for a game of 52 card pick up.” He charged the whole deck before stabbing his staff into the fround. Suddenly, all the cards went flying, most aimed for the various animals around him, trying to clear a path to escape is need be. Still, he made sure three or four headed for the red thing on his friend, seeing as he seemed to be the ring leader of all this.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 22:53:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/4984a4e6-2a69-46cd-84a8-512607168cbc_zps7b1fbda6.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; Jessica Roberts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Raven Queen</em><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse and 'The Vision'<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; New York City, --- Forest Hills suburb in Queens [Aunt May's House]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apocalypse --- The Horseman 'Death'; Spiderman, Colossus, Xavin, Gambit, Roadkill, Beach Bunny<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jessica's first group of raven's had missed the Cajun in two quick flybys then she saw him toss what looked like a deck of glowing cards. Things exploded, three of the ravens in that group exploded and all the surviving ones grew bigger... an area cleared around the fight as several cards exploded on or around ' Death' ...she could see that as long as the one she thought was Colossus had Carnage in a grip then the fool would continue to attack Beach Bunny just trying to get to Spiderman. <br><br>The twin surviving raven's of that group climbed...till they were two hundred feet up and watching. While those did that, the second group wheeled from behind houses and dove at Carnage and Colossus. Five pair of 3 inch long claws that could cut steel came in... one bird raked at the face of Colossus and red tendrils that covered him cutting them free. The Claws scrapping on the metal Face of Colossus and adding to the clamor of noise. <br><br>Two raven's flapped and raked sharp claws over the arm that held the red madman's tendrils. Cutting them, slicing them apart, when one raven fell another took its place till the symbiote was in tatters and parted,&nbsp; leting Carnage fall free and leaving hanging and dripping from Colossus's arm the dripping pieces of red that had been parts of the symbiote.<br><br>Jessica had made sure to inflict what ever pain and damage she could on Carnage while getting him free. It was a reminder for him to stay true to the vision and not throw away those that followed it. Finally what was left of the Black feathered Ravens climbed from the fray, each one bigger for each that was destroyed.<br><br>She flew away fast then circled and climbed to watch what would happen next. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 02:42:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Waljj.jpg) </div><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Raven Queen, Spidey, Xavin, Carnage, Gambit, NPC baddies<br></span></span><hr>He keeps himself close to Carnage, needing to keep the monster’s focus on him. But he doesn’t seem to be doing so well in that regard. It seems Carnage is better at multi-tasking than he could give him credit for. <br><br>Piotr’s brows furrow as Carnage isn’t halved by his very powerful punch. Something else he didn’t expect.. this creature is much more durable than he first gave him credit for. He draws his fist back slowly, a look of slight bewilderment drawn across his strong features. Not bewilderment as to what to do next… but bewilderment in regards to just what the hell he is dealing with here…<br><br>Colossus looks down, knowing he’s getting deeper and deeper, slowly being buried. But he isn’t worried, so long as he keeps Carnage on him. But then Carnage does what he didn’t expect… his eyes widen as his gaze shoots towards Beach Bunny, seeing her being attacked by this creature. What madness is this? Why would he do that? Colossus’ heart wrenches with the girl’s screams. It could be a trick, a means to get Colossus to stop his attack. And really, that’s just what it is. His gaze snaps back to Carnage with his warning, giving Colossus the choice. He looks suddenly towards Aunt May’s house, seeing that growing darkness in the window where the red haired woman is.&nbsp; &nbsp; “No”&nbsp; &nbsp;he growls out through clenched teeth. <br><br>He now looks back towards Carnage… and his grip starts to loosen a little on his tentacles.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Stop this! I am your enemy, cowar-&nbsp; ah!”&nbsp; &nbsp; He lets out an exclamation of surprise as those ravens are suddenly there, right in his face. It’s really nothing more than that, a surprise. A distraction. He’s confident he can’t be hurt by anything here, even these little weird birds. He rears up and is about to go after Carnage as his tentacles dissipate along his arms and body… but he finds himself quite unable to move. <br><br>He looks down, now buried in the quicksand like material up to his chest. He didn’t even notice he had gotten so deep. Good way to stay aware of your surroundings, Piotr. Now with an angered gaze he looks towards Carnage, reaching out towards him fruitlessly. He tries to move through the quicksand, but he can simply get no traction. He found out long ago that you could have all the strength of the planet itself.. but if you don’t have balance or traction, you’re as weak as a newborn.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Gambit, Spider-Man! Help the woman in the house and zombish one!”&nbsp; &nbsp;he cries out desperately, pointing towards Beach Bunny. An enemy, yes. But he doesn’t see that. He sees someone in danger. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 23:59:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.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; Kevin Taylor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>STREAK</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Everyone in the Area<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Darkness had taken him for longer than he could remember, and he floated in a formless limbo, waiting... to some, this would be akin to Hell, but Kevin was no longer phased by this.&nbsp; He simply took the time to let his memories envelop him, to try and hold onto as much as he possibly could.&nbsp; He had existed for several thousand years at least, taken from one world to the next, wherever he was needed, but never staying in one place.&nbsp; Sometimes he stayed in a world for a few minutes... and sometimes he was there for over a century.&nbsp; He could never tell.&nbsp; Knowing that at any moment he could be taken from those he had grown close to was almost more than he could bear.&nbsp; Yet endure it he did.&nbsp; <br><br>Memory was a tricky thing.&nbsp; He was by all means effectively immortal, but his mind was still quite human, and a human mind could only remember so much.&nbsp; Memories that spanned thousands of years were elusive, and thus he had to choose some over others, while some he had no choice but to lose.&nbsp; His name though... he tried very hard to hold onto that.&nbsp; He knew he once had a family, but he couldn't recall the details.&nbsp; Their faces were a blur and it pained him that he couldn't remember.<br><br>Light!&nbsp; A swirling symphony of light that would be breathtakingly beautiful if it weren't for what came next.&nbsp; A lurch, and he found himself flying impossibly fast into the center of the light, and just as he reached the center, the whole thing exploded with a power incomprehensible.&nbsp; It was the birth of a universe, and he was overcome by its glory.&nbsp; He shut his eyes tight and braced for what would happen next.&nbsp; He felt the sensation of falling... no, flying.&nbsp; Not of his own power, but as though something had flung him with such force that a normal man would have been vaporized.&nbsp; He did not have time to open his eyes before he struck the ground.<br><br>To those embroiled in battle, there was little warning other than the impact of something hitting the ground at high speed.&nbsp; With a loud <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">THOOM</span></strong>, the pavement exploded, dust rolling up and out of the newly formed crater.&nbsp; Visibility was low, and for the time being, what lay in the crater was unseen to mundane senses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordMing</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 20:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn3/Halfbakedone/avengers-captain-america1.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;Steven Rogers<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain America<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Everyone in the Area<br><br></span></span><hr><strong>Earlier</strong><br>Like anything else it started as a normal day.&nbsp; Steve had been at his apartment, indulging in one of his favorite pastimes, drawing.&nbsp; Today he was sketching some of his teamates, Wasp, Black Widow, She-Hulk, Hawkeye, he even tried a couple of design ideas for Iron Mans armor.&nbsp; He was finishing up a portrait sketch of Natasha when all hell broke loose.&nbsp; One look out his window told him today was not going to be the day off that he had hoped for.&nbsp; Hitting the concealed panel of the wall, Steve donned his uniform and took up his shield.&nbsp; Cap leaped through the open window of his apartment, grabbing a lightpole and using its flex to catapult him to the rooftops.&nbsp; Bounding from roof to roof, his enhanced coordination and agility made him the perfect freerunner as he made his way towards Avengers Tower.&nbsp; <br><br>Making his way from roof to roof, and occaisionally on the street level was the best way to get where he was going, any sort of Avengers flying vehicle would only draw attention and using his motorcycle would mean getting snarled in the traffic jams resulting from the devastation raining down around him.&nbsp; Twice he engaged small groups of strange enemies, defeating them with his shield and their own weapons.&nbsp; But he had to stop on Eighth Street&nbsp; when he ran into a group of SHIELD agents pinned down by the same opponents he had faced.&nbsp; Leaping to the trailer of a semi truck from a nearby rooftop he surveyed the situation, noticing the long blonde hair of non other than Sharon Carter in the mix of agents.&nbsp; Throwing his indestructible shield, Cap bounced the disc off three attackers before it rebounded off a stanchion and returned to him.&nbsp; Sharon looked up and smiled at her friend, and lover before returning to firing on the forces of Apocalypse.<br><br>Captain America leapt down amidst the SHIELD agents after assessing the situation.&nbsp; <strong>"We need grenades on the left, and I want suppressive fire to the rear.&nbsp; You three, keep those guys heads down, there are civilians in that building so take your shots carefully.&nbsp; I'll take the right, Sharon, watch my back."&nbsp; </strong> The blonde woman only nodded and shifted her position as Cap charged into the enemy forces.&nbsp; Throwing his shield vertically to smash one enemies head, the shield bounces up and off a ledge, only to return to Cap as he catches another enemy around the neck, and using his momentum to swing around and kick another at the base of the skull.&nbsp; Catching the shield with his off hand he kicks the knee out from the one he had by the neck before smashing him in the head with his primary, and only weapon.&nbsp; Cap crouched and sprang, shield first, smashing into a small group, scattering them for Sharon to finish.&nbsp; Lashing out with a knee lift to an opponents face, then dropping low to sweep anothers legs out from under them before smashing the edge of his shield into their forehead cleared enough room that Cap was able to see the majority of their enemies laid out before them.&nbsp; Several SHIELD agents were down.&nbsp; "Sharon, we need to consolidate forces with whoever is left out there, fall back to Avengers Tower and join up with any of the team thats made it there."&nbsp; The tower was visible from where they are, and it had fallen under attackm Ironman was defending the tower.&nbsp; "Cap, Look!" &nbsp; Sharon called out, pointing at the figure approaching the tower.&nbsp; Cap gritted his teeth, he recognized the figure even from here. <strong> "Apocalypse...This just got alot more dangerous Sharon."</strong>&nbsp; The blonde woman, reloaded her weapon and smiled at Cap, "Hey, we got you, and we got the Avengers, lets go kick some..."&nbsp; Her quip was cut off by the blast that seemed to annihilate Ironman and part of the tower.&nbsp; Apocalypse glanced down and smirked at the agents and the super-soldier.&nbsp; A blast came out of nowhere, Cap barely got his shield around in time to soften the blowm shrapnel tore at his uniform and flesh, the agents ceased to exist in the blink of an eye, Sharon screamed.<br><br>Consciousness came back painfully.&nbsp; Captain America shoved debris from himself, his costume was torn in a dozen places and his shield lay beside him.&nbsp; As his vision cleared he realized he was on the edge of a crater, no one else seemed to have survived the blast, Sharon!&nbsp; Frantically, Cap searched for Sharon Carter, finding her broken body impaled on a piece of rebar.&nbsp; Cap fell to his knees and tore the tattered remnants of his uniform from his torso.&nbsp; It was war, this was not some supervillain on superhero fight, this was a full scale war.&nbsp; Putting his helmet/cowl back on he collected Sharons bloodied equipment belt and sidearm.&nbsp; The night air soothed the lacerations and bruises on his bare torso as he checked the comm device in his cowl, no one responded, but it was still operational.&nbsp; His gloves were still intact as were his pants and boots.&nbsp; He had to adjust the weapons and equipment belt to its maximum to wear it comfortably, and he collected his shield.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what to do just yet, seeing Sharon like that, having all those troops lost at one wave of a hand.&nbsp; Cap wasn't sure that he was up to this challenge, so many close friends lost.&nbsp; Bucky, Bill Foster, Bill Naslund, Jeff Mace, Tony, and now Sharon, all lost because he wasnt there, or wasn't able to save them.&nbsp; Casualties in war were inevitable, but so many had been lost so completely.&nbsp; Cap wandered off into the ruins, looking for a place to gather his thoughts, decide his next step.<br><br><strong>Now</strong><br>Steve had been holed up in the ruined building since the war started, he wasnt sure who was left, and he had to give himself time to heal.&nbsp; Thats when he heard it, his comm device crackled to life, then Tony Starks voice sounded through it, the speech was good, better than he expected from the billionaire playboy, and he was right.&nbsp; As Tony once said, if we can't save the Earth, we can damn sure Avenge it.&nbsp; He rose from where he had been and looked into a cracked mirror, <strong>"You heard the man, soldier, time to get off your ass and get to work."</strong>&nbsp; Now that he had broken himself from his reverie he heard the blasts and sounds of battle outside.&nbsp; The scene that greeted him not made him hopeful and made his blood run cold.&nbsp; Carnage was a cold blooded killer, and the ones he had with him didn't seem much better, one straight out of a zombie flick and the other out of a swimsuit photo shoot.<br><br>Captain America watched the battle, analyzed the situation and was about to act when the object of light fell from the sky, leaving a crater.&nbsp; If it was a weapon, then it had missed, if it was something else, well there would be time for that later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cap charged forward, <strong>"Spider-Man!&nbsp; Web her and pull the civilian to safety!&nbsp; Gambit!&nbsp; Give me a spread of cards between her and the mass of insects!&nbsp; Low power, don't bring the place down!&nbsp; Colossus!&nbsp; Don't pull your punches!"</strong>&nbsp; Cap unleashed his shield to bounce off a wall, then a lamp post, and a wreck of a car so that it would come careening through the monstrous creatures before smacking the zombie girl on its way back to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 14:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/emma_frost_by_aly_fell.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;Emma Frost<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; White Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York, Westchester<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cyclops<br><br></span></span><hr><br>THEN:<br><br>It was supposed to be a beautiful day. <br><br>Emma had awoken in the arms of the man she loved, Scott Summers. After a passion filled night of love makeing. <br>She showerd and ate a modest breakfast with him in their room and then changed into her white uniform. <br>She headed down to teach her ethics class, they were looking at the implications of using telepathy to help cure brain tramua. <br>Was it ethically correct? Did it go against the natural order of things? Frost prepared arguments for and against. <br>Half way through the class she buckled over with pain grasping at her head. "Arghhhhhh!" as did her telepathic students in the room. It was a feeling she had once before...at....dear God....Genosha. Without thinking she turned into her dimond form, just as a large expolision rippeled through the school. "Nooooooooooooooo!" She screamed. <br><br>This wasn`t happening again, this WASN`T happening AGAIN. <br><br>But it was. Emma was flung through the air as the room was engulfed in flames, glass shattering, the screams of her young students. Frost was flung directly through what had been the glass roof and out of the x-mansion. <br>Frost then tumbelled down the hill, further and further, faster and faster. She was flung off over the moutainside and to the water below. Still in her dimond form she would have been surely killed otherwise. <br>The sheer force of hitting the rocks below knocked her clean out. <br><br>Eventully she came around, now in her human form. Her head was splitting. She pullked herself off the rocks and towards the samll beach area. She attempted to scan for the minds of her fellow X-men and students. <br>She simply sensed nothing. Emma fought back the tears and suited up once more and started climbing the rockface. <br>Twenty minutes later she was walking around the ruins of the Xaviers School for gifted youngsters. <br>Her students were dead, this was a massicare. She felt dimond tears running down her cheecks, she turned flesh once more. <br>The entire school was completely levalled. Emma dropped to her knees and screamed. "Nooooooooooooo!" <br><br>She made her way into what had been the town of Westchester and saw it was completely nuk`d too. The surrounding shops and homes, all gone. Emma was devistated she could not stop crying, this was like a nightmare. <br>She found some food by nightfall from what had been the supermarket. She made a fire and sat infront of it. <br>Was she the only surviver? Who had done this? Emma found her telepathy was off as well, she couldn`t get a lock on anyone but it felt like it was been blocked. Emma made herself a fire and sat by it, still in utter shock. <br>The next morning she was awoken by the sound of a dog barking. It was a littel white dog, a Westie Breed. <br>He was barking at her, Frost sadly smiled, she hated dogs, ironic this was her only companion. He had a red collar that said&nbsp; Rusty. Emma had no idea how a mere dog had survived but he had....just like her...and as much as she wanted to lay down and die she was a Frost, she was a surviver. <br><br>She took Rusty into her arms and started to walk towards the City, she could see the smoke from here. New York had been attacked. Her mind raced as who could have done this? Which terrorist? Doom? Sinister? the Red Skull? <br>Who had finally snapped and obliterated New York. <br><br>Emma`s mind turned to her lost friends. Scott...oh god Scott.<br><br>The love of her life. <br><br>Was he dead? The only man she had ever truly loved. <br>Emma started crying again, the dog whineing as she did, once again Frost collapsed by the side of the road. <br>She was completely and utterly overcome with grief. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>13-04-2013, 21:25:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin, Carnage, Colossus, Gambit, NPC's, Raven Queen, Captain America<br><br></span></span><hr>His concern was on "Mary Jane" She was in danger, but then as he should have expected, Carnage was, well, making carnage, turning on what would be his own allies. If there was one foe of Spiderman's that would make him lsoe his patience quickly, it's Carnage. The por woman would be dead if no one acted, but he was conflicted, forgetting for the moment that Xavin was perfectly capable of holding her own. Then, a familiar voice rang out.<br><br><strong>"Spider-Man!&nbsp; Web her and pull the civilian to safety!"</strong><br><br><em>"Can it be?!"</em>"Cap?!" There was a release of momentary relief when he heard, and then saw the Star Spangled Man, arguably one of the most iconic heroes both on the Avengers, and the world. His words clicked into Spideys head immediately, "On it!" He slung a large web on the house across the street before webzipping over to kick carnage as Colossus went for a powerful blow, using his free hand to web the Beach Bunny and swing her safely onto the web he made. Landing on the roof above her, he tells her, "Stay here" Before zipping back to try and help gambit clean up this zombified woman. waiting on Gambit, or Caps mark"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 16:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://d1vr6n66ssr06c.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/DN_ANXM3-2.jpg)</div><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Cyclops<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Westchester, New York<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Emma Frost </span></span><br><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Then:</strong></span><br><br>Scott was dressed in sweats and a simple t-shirt, his pace simple and not too strained as he run along the forest path.&nbsp; He'd originally meant to only go for about 2 km, but it had turned into ten at this point.&nbsp; He was trying to clear his head, to get out of the thoughts of all the things going on in his brain.&nbsp; Just concentrate on the run, keep your breath steady, keep arms moving in time with legs...Just the run.&nbsp; It wasn't anything specific that had gotten him into this mood, his morning with Emma had been fine, he telling her he'd be out and that the school was in her care for the day.&nbsp; It wasn't even that he needed to say that, she always had everything under control, always had things in perfect order.&nbsp; Scott had tried to do that with some many things, keep so many people safe.&nbsp; And in that time he had made some enemies, a good portion close friends.&nbsp; It wasn't that he ever did this on purpose just-<br><br>Scott felt the explosion before he heard it.&nbsp; He flying through the air, a part of him telling to be ready to bounce up for a fight after impact.&nbsp; The other part told him simply, you'll be lucky if your even alive.&nbsp; His left arm and shoulder were the first things to make contact, the snap his bones rather than the tree.&nbsp; Which seemed perfectly fine until it was hit by what he would later learn was part of the mansion.&nbsp; As it fell towards him, Scott barely grunted against the pain and reached up with his good hand and removed is glasses, the optic beam that his God given gift blasted the massive pieces of wood to pieces.&nbsp; Unfortunately, one of those pieces came hurling towards his head, and the leader of the X-men was in no position to get out of the way<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Scott awoke after nightfall, his hand reaching for his glasses, long ago it had become instinct for him to search for lens and not open his eyes on waking.&nbsp; He found the durable and near indestructible tool, and couldn't help but notice it was entirely destroyed.&nbsp; Tree falling on it will do that.&nbsp; "Fuck..."&nbsp; He swore, reaching around him still.&nbsp; Shattered arm, broken shoulder, and blind to boot, great.&nbsp; It took some time but Scott was able to feel around enough to get a very, very vague idea of hat surrounded him.&nbsp; The short end of it was, a lot of tree's and rubble.&nbsp; He wasn't entirely crushed but there was a good amount of weight above him, his space was very confined and it was a place he needed to get out of.&nbsp; He only knew of one way and that was well, risky.&nbsp; Still he had no other choice, and with some resignation Scott open his eyes and blasted the rubble from around him, he noticing the stars and doing his best to remember which way was north, not that without finding the mansion first would that help much.<br><br>The blast worked, he got up from the rubble with closed eyes and immediately knew which way to go, and it near made his heart stop.&nbsp; That smell, that horrible damned smell.&nbsp; All he had to do was go towards that smell and he knew he would find the mansion, or at least what was left of it.&nbsp; As he got closer the stench became worse, the man fighting back tears as he got closer and closer, eyes sealed shut as each step more and more confirmed what he knew now to be true.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>He had a broken tree limb for a walking stick; this wasn't his first time having to deal with blindness and do to his natural skills of area surveillance he moved around better than most.&nbsp; Still, it was his sense of smell he followed, and it lead him to exactly what he expected.&nbsp; Scott spent hours fumbling around the ruins, listening, feeling, searching for anyone that might be alive.&nbsp; There were none, nothing but dead bodies and rubble...Some of which he could tell belonged to a certain person, or could be anyone one.&nbsp; He felt back tears and pouts of anger the entire time...Goddammit!&nbsp; Finally the X-men broke down and hollered.&nbsp; He didn't care if the enemy heard him, he didn't care if he was struck down.&nbsp; His eyes opened and with his unconstrained optic blast destroying everything before him he quickly found his way to the road leading from the mansion.&nbsp; It was not like he made the place any worse after all.<br><br>Getting to the road proper Scott came to care less and less of opening his eyes.&nbsp; His beams bursting forward every few minutes to clear the road or just allow him to make sure he was heading in the right direction.&nbsp; Not that it was that hard to follow a road while blind and with a walking stick, but the truth of the matter was that Scott was itching for a fight.&nbsp; He wanted enemy upon enemy to come upon him and he would kill them all.&nbsp; His beams would be withheld in no fashion and he would kill dozens, hundreds of his foes!&nbsp; There was a small list of villains that were capable of doing what had been done to the school, and even then Scott wasn't sure it could be any of them.&nbsp; The X-men may be hated, but the ones who could have done this didn't want them all dead.&nbsp; Not, if anything to Scott this reeked of a military operation.&nbsp; It was cold, effective and without mercy.&nbsp; Children had been murdered!&nbsp; It stank so much of government action that Scott thought himself to vomit once more.<br><br>That theory became clouded however as he came into Westchester a little after dawn.&nbsp; Why had it been destroyed as well?&nbsp; Had the town been scene as mutant sympathizers and that was that.&nbsp; All mutant presence and support was to be wiped from the country?&nbsp; Goddammit what was going on?!&nbsp; Scott opened his eyes once more and looked towards the coast, and what he saw only made even more questions burn through his mind.&nbsp; New York was aflame.&nbsp; The entire city seemed to be burning in the distance.<br><br>He had to get to the safe house.&nbsp; There was a pair of lens there for him for one, and even if all satellite communication was taken out, the short wave would still be working and that should give him something at least.&nbsp; Though tired, beaten, and mentally exhausted Scott began to pick up his pass.&nbsp; He moved with more care however, his mind shifting from wanting to die in combat here and now, to getting to the safe house and hurting this enemy in a place he knew it would hurt.&nbsp; When he did open his eyes it was in the tiniest on squints.&nbsp; An awkward action to perform, but one he would have too do frequently to get to the safe house.&nbsp; He knew the mile marker he had to get too, but after that it was a difficult trek in the woods.&nbsp; Even with all his skills, it would not be easy to get there on his own.<br><br>It was not much later that Scott heard a dark barking.&nbsp; Of course he wasn't the only living thing, bit foolish to have thought that actually.&nbsp; He didn't open his eyes because the animal seemed to be on the road with him, he didn't want to blast the thing, even slightly.&nbsp; It was then he heard the crying.&nbsp; A person!&nbsp; A woman!&nbsp; Or trap, or a threat?&nbsp; Scott couldn't risk it being the latter, and with a tilt of his head and the briefest of opening he saw threw his peripheral vision something he knew could not be true.<br><br>"Emma..." Scott stopped, his good arm reaching out, face contorted in a pain that begged God for this to not be a trick.&nbsp; Don't be a lie, don't be a lie.&nbsp; "EMMA!" He yelled, his voice cracking as the tears fully broke from his eyes and he reached out to where he had scene her.&nbsp; His shirt and sweats were torn, his arm busted to all hell, and his face was covered in scratches and body smeared with small amounts of blood.&nbsp; If this was an illusion, if this was some trick by some being (as Scott knew it could be), he would not live through it.&nbsp; He would not be able to get back up.&nbsp; If this truly was not Emma Frost, he would not live to fight another day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 18:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_memuecbVPH1rm0m35o6_1280.png)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Cletus Kasady<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Carnage (plus Beach Bunny &amp; Zombie Girl NPCs) <br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Apocalypse<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>Queens, NYC<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong>Colossus, Spider-man, Raven Queen, Cap; (Gambit &amp; Xavin NPCs)<br></span></span><hr><br>He was having such a <em>good </em>time... then the goddamned party crashers showed up.<br><br>Carnage made an ugly sound as the ravens' claws tore his flesh away from the metal man's grip. It was a lot like scraping glass across a blackboard, something he used to practice a lot as a kid. Most of the symbiote hit the ground with a wet thud, sinking into the unstable ground faster than Colossus himself. The creature swam through the mush until he could pull himself onto something solid a few feet away from Beach Bunny. The blonde was pouring blood, badly wounded yet still obediently churning the earth into quicksand beneath Colossus. <br><br>The shreds that remained in Colossus' grip wriggled and clung, stretching out up his arms to form a thin red skin over the metal. The potent blend of symbiote and nanobots allowed for such rapid reproduction, Carnage's next plan was already oozing into effect: If you couldn't pull their insides out, then try to swallow them whole.<br><br>The Zombie Girl hissed at the fainting figure in the window as she ran along a tree branch. Death wanted this one dead and it was all that mattered, all that was, although the noises and smells of so many lost pets burning and exploding around them made her empty chest feel even more empty. The black wave of decaying insects washed up the wall of the house only to fall in multiple flashes of fire. The man with the coat was suddenly close, his flashing cards keeping her pets from their target. Zombie Girl reached for him as he leaped towards the window – the exposed bone of her fingertips curling like claws - but before she could take hold of the Cajun a red, white, and blue blur sliced her arm off at the shoulder. A series of tiny explosions blinded her milky eyes and she fell from the tree, away from the girl in the window, away from her goal. Bones broke at the landing and her body twitched, unable to rise.<br><br>Carnage pulled himself together with a groan that rose to a rather high-pitched scream directed at the black chickens that had just torn him a new one. “Jesus Christ, bitch! You want summa this? Wait yer turn!” At that moment, Gambit's cards struck home and seared the crimson tentacles that had stretched up around his head. “What did I JUST say?!” More yelling and then he noticed another joker in blue tights throwing a frisbie around. “The FUCK did I just say?!!” <br><br>The insults were compounded by Bitsy landing a really good kick in the place his ribs should have been if everything had finished reassembling itself, which it hadn't. Carnage flew across the yard, connecting with and wrapping around a lamppost near the sidewalk. He was officially at the end of his rope now, fangs gnashing the air. His favorite tool was down, her dead things starting to flounder without her focused attention. The other one had almost sunk the battleship but that wasn't near good enough. Where had the birdbrain got to? Bitch must have got while the getting was good.<br><br>Bitsy's webslinging pulled Beach Bunny out of the scene. Her hands left the ground and the ground became as solid as it had ever been. Shiny would have some leverage back. The odds were no longer in his favor and it made his tentacles itch as they thrashed around the post. <br><br>“You ruined it, you ruined the fuckin' party!” Carnage shrieked. “Was gonna be so epic! A Mary Jane meat cake and pin-the-head on the Spider! But now... ain't nobody got time for this shit!” The creature threw itself away from the battle, half-running half-leaping directly towards Beach Bunny and Spider-Man's web on the house next door. Carnage jumped onto the net, leaving sticky red marks on the webbing, and sank his fanged maw into Beach Bunny's midsection. The woman didn't scream as blood bubbled up and spilled over her full lips, as her body came apart in the symbiote's mouth. Failure tasted bitter, but it was better than nothing at all.<br><br>Crimson skin peeled back for a moment, revealing Cletus Kasady's severely bruised and blood-smeared smile. “Your fault,” he spat, pointing an accusatory tentacle first at Bitsy, then at Colossus. “It's a damn shame. Two girls you didn't even know. Somebody's daughter. Somebody's main squeeze.” His fist closed on a piece of the Beach Bunny's innards and it popped with a sickening sound. “Now... you're the end of them both. Death ain't got a conscience. But I bet you do.”<br><br>Carnage reformed itself and fled.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 20:07:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/emma_frost_by_aly_fell.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;Emma Frost<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; White Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York, Westchester<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cyclops<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Emma suddenly felt a presence that was very familiar to her. The only one she had ever really cared about. <br>Her head snapped up and she breathed. "Scott..." Her voice was full of hope as she turned her head to see her lover before her. <br>Then he called out her name and reached out for her. The small dog barking in her arms, it jumped clean out of them. Emma stopped it without running towards the X-men leader. She reached out into the creatures mind and stopped it dead in its tracks. <br>Emma rushed over to him, she could see him through her tears, He was in very bad shape. With no glasses ore visor he was staggering around blind as a bat. His arm was dislocated, God, his left arm was completely broken. It looked terrible and the blonde gasped as she got closer to him. "Scott....Darling...." She place her white gloved hands either side of his face. <br><br>Emma poured herself into his mind helping him, trying desperately to ease his pain with her telepathy. <br>It was clear that his ribs were broken too, he could very well have serious internal bleeding. He could die, he could very well die in her arms. *My love, thank God you're alive.*&nbsp; She told him telepathicy.<br>He was extremely cut up, dressed in a blue t-shirt and grey sweats, he wen`t out for his jog, that was how he was alive.<br>*The School.....everyone....all the children....Oh....God....Scott....the Children....* She said mentally as she tended to the gash at the left side of his head. The blood was starting to dry to his skin. "Were the only survivors..." She said outloud in a shaky voice. <br>"Us....and a bloody Dog called Rex...." She said looking over at the pup which had somehow, someway survived the mass explosion. <br>"Who could do this? Magneto? Sinister?....." Something inside her told her it was indeed the latter. The X-men`s hardest foe bar maybe one, and she was dead.....thank God....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 21:22:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Remy LeBeau<br>Title: Gambit<br>Affiliation: Humanity<br>Location: New York, near Aunt May’s place<br>Tagged: Spidy, Colossus, Carnage, Cap, Streak,&nbsp; Beach Bunny, Raven Queen, and Xavin<br><br>Gambit had another card ready; the king of hearts glowed between his gloved fingers - ready to strike at the reforming monster, when the pavement rocked beneath his feet and threw him backwards. The card fell from his fingers and exploded on the sidewalk, throwing up a smaller cloud of dust and debris. He leapt to his feet and, extending his bo-staff with a flick of his wrist, vaulted towards Carnage. <br><br>He had misjudged, however. Thinking the monster had intended to prolong the fight the Cajun landed when Carnage was already moving, and the sweep of Gambit's bo-staff hit nothing but air. He spun and reached with his free hand in his duster's inner pocket, drawing out a fresh hand of cards. They glowed as he charged them and flung them after the fleeing Carnage as he ran after the man. <br><br>Forced to abandon his pursuit, Gambit returned to the others.&nbsp; He knelt beside the shredded woman and moved to close her eyes, no matter the wreck Carnage had made of her. When he rose, he turned to Captain America. "Tis good to see you, mon ami." He greeted him. "But Gambit had liked better circumstances."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 06:51:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Waljj.jpg) </div><hr> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone outside of Aunt May’s home!<br></span></span><hr>All of this was starting to seem more and more a nightmare. This red just… demonic… creature…all of the death and destruction… some kind of zombie woman… and now birds swarming them. It’s certainly the stuff of the old horror movies. The ones he and Katya would like to stay up and watch late at night. But unfortunately, this was very real. And people were in very real danger. <br><br>By this point Colossus was buried up to just above his waist. He had given up trying to pull free, instead he had chosen to take out Carnage if he could. If he could. But as he thought he would be able to perhaps try and finish Carnage, he is suddenly free of his grasp, seemingly aided by those damned birds. He growls as he tries to move towards Carnage, but he is far to immobilized for something like that. He looks down at his buried lower body, his arms held upwards, still those red remnants of tendrils clinging to his arms. <br><br>What happens next is sort of a blur to him. He had thought the remnants of Carnage would simply… well die or something. Or just fall away. But they aren’t, quite the contrary. A soft gasp escapes his lips as those red tendrils are suddenly clinging to him, and more than that, beginning to actually form over his arms, and then his body. The red substance oozes all over him, despite his efforts to try and pull it away. He simply can’t get a grip on it. His head tilts up, almost looking like someone trying to keep their head above water. Somewhere behind him there is.. some kind of explosion.. he can’t see what it is, but he knows the world around him is suddenly darkened with dust and debris. <br><br>He lets out an aggravated growl, the red substance almost molding itself to his skin. He doesn’t know if it’s doing more, or trying to take him over or what, but he knows he needs to be free of it. He hears another voice from somewhere, he’ll realize later it’s Captain America. Whom he would be very glad to see. Right now there is one voice he’s more concerned about hearing, his old teammate. His hands come up to pull away as much of the skin like red substance from his mouth, his head now totally covered, and he calls out… almost in a panic tone.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Gambit! Hit me at full power! Hurr-“&nbsp; his words are cut off as the red substance wriggles free of his grasp, covering his mouth once more.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 02:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.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; Kevin Taylor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>STREAK</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Colossus, Carnage, Spider-Man, Gambit, Captain America<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The cloud of dust lingered for a moment in the air about the battlefield like a heavy, opaque curtain of grey clouds until it slowly fell, the fine particles finally succumbing to gravity and the edges of the crater could be hazily seen through what dust remained in the air.&nbsp; The interior of the ten foot deep crater was not visible for another moment or two, only to reveal the form of a man slowly making it to his feet.&nbsp; The figure's short hair glinted in the light from above, as though it were made of metallic strands of chrome, and his eyes could be seen glowing a soft light blue.&nbsp; As he got fully to his feet and the dust cleared from where he stood, it was clear that he wore a uniform of some sort, though it was tattered and torn in places.&nbsp; The uniform was a flat black with golden yellow stripes down his arms and legs and a thicker stripe of the same color that comprised his chest.&nbsp; On his belt was a stylized 'S' and his gloves and boots were that same golden yellow color.&nbsp; His head was exposed, no cowl or mask obscuring his handsome features.<br><br>He rose from the crater like an angel ascending to the heavens, but he stopped short of doing just that about ten feet above ground level, hovering in place as he quickly surveyed his surroundings.&nbsp; He had missed most of the gore involving Carnage, but he did see the creature bragging about having killed a woman... or was that women?&nbsp; He wasn't certain, but he knew he needed to avoid the disorientation that often came with being sent to a new world.&nbsp; Obviously, he was needed here... he saw a man wearing the red, white and blue of the American nation.&nbsp; He saw a lithe man in a garish red and blue costume speaking to the former, and a man in a long brown trench coat flinging energy charged objects at the crimson villain... and another very large man of metal who was sinking in quicksand from the look of it, covered in what appeared to be the same substance that the villainous creature was comprised of.&nbsp; <br><br>As he took in the scene, his uniform began to writhe near where the tears and tatters were, writhing and oozing over the areas of his muscular body that had been exposed before, the eufiber costume slowly beginning to repair itself.&nbsp; Cyan eyes narrowed as he had but a split second to decide what to do.&nbsp; He looked to the fleeing Carnage... then back to Colossus, who seemed to be imploring for help to the man in the trenchcoat.&nbsp; A choice was made and he burst into action.&nbsp; Flying quickly to land just outside the quicksand that was hindering the large Russian mutant, his eyes started to glow more brightly as he spoke, his voice hardened with a touch of weariness to it.<br><br><strong>"My apologies in advance, friend... this may sting a bit."</strong><br><br>Twin beams of azure energy erupted from his eyes in a wide arc to strike Colossus' form as well as the symbiote substance that covered it with raw creation, a small amount of the essence of the big bang itself in the form of an intense blast of concussive heat.&nbsp; Streak did not know if the man's metallic form could withstand the attack were it more focused, so he was not going to risk anything but a smaller amount of power to rid him of the alien substance.&nbsp; Little did Streak know that heat was one of the symbiote's weaknesses.&nbsp; He would very likely find out soon enough.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordMing</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 18:30:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Steven Rogers<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain America<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Everyone in the Area<br><br></span></span><hr><br>The shield rebounded from a wall and flew in an arc back to Cap.&nbsp; He was already turning as he reached out to catch his oldest friend.&nbsp; The super-soldiers eyes swept the battlefield and those who remained, Carnage was retreating, the bikini clad woman was a bloody mess thanks to the creatures depredations, and the zombie girl seemed to be smashed beyond repair.&nbsp; the X-Man Gambit was collecting the other woman and Colossus was being aided by someone he had never seen before.&nbsp; &nbsp;He knelt by the fallen woman and rested a hand on her forehead, closing his eyes for a moment before moving on to check the remains of the zombie woman.&nbsp; He had seen death many times in his life, but he thought those days were over.&nbsp; Death here was pointless, petty, without meaning for these two.&nbsp; He had seen enough, and his teeth gritted in determination.&nbsp; Taking a vantage point from atop a couple of wrecked cars Cap gathered himself to address these heroes he found himself with.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Your attention people.&nbsp; I can't make this an order, and I wouldn't even if I could, but someone has just started a war and it looks like they have us at a disadvantage.&nbsp; I know you are all either lone wolves or part of another team, but this is not something that a single hero can stand against.&nbsp; I know most of you, I've seen how you put the welfare of the world as a whole ahead of your own, begrudgingly at times it's true."</strong> looking askance at the Cajun.<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>"And no one could ever call you cowards for not wanting to face off against something that could do this much damage at one time, but you all know that we've faced long odds in the past and we've come out on top.&nbsp; Somewhere in this...blasted city, an old friend of mine has sent out a call for those of us willing to fight, I intend to answer him, and I invite you all to come with me.&nbsp; We were not able to protect our homes this time people, but by God we Can Avenge them.&nbsp; Whatever was in store for us this morning, whatever we planned for ourselves we now have a new direction and a new fate.&nbsp; Will you join me?</strong>"<br><br>Cap looked down at the others, expecting nothing, but knowing that he could not face this threat alone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 02:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://d1vr6n66ssr06c.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/DN_ANXM3-2.jpg)</div><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Cyclops<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Westchester, New York<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Emma Frost </span></span><br><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Then:</strong></span><br><br>"Emma stop...Emma...STOP!"&nbsp; Scott said pushing her away, the action causing her to leave his mind alone as well.&nbsp; The pain came rushing back and he winched but held out a hand to her, his mind also mentally prepping itself to fend her off.&nbsp; It wouldn't work of course, but it would let her know that her intrusion was unwanted and that she should back off.&nbsp; Scott never was one care of his basic thoughts being read, telepaths could hardly keep themselves switched off twenty-four, seven (and he had a lot of experience with them), so new when they were merely just on the receiving end, and when they were actively seeking.&nbsp; It was at that point he was disturbed and asked them to relent.&nbsp; And if they didn't well, don't take mind reader to know what he'd do next.<br><br>"I...Don't Emma...Don't take any of it away."&nbsp; She would know why.&nbsp; Same reason he hadn't ever had any pain taken away.&nbsp; Because he had to remember, he had to remember every single piece of pain because if he didn't, he might forget the people who didn't make it.&nbsp; The ones who didn't feel any pain any more.&nbsp; Because they were dead...Because of him. <br><br>"We have to hole up.&nbsp; I need to get to the safe house...We need to..."&nbsp; They couldn't be the only ones alive.&nbsp; Yes, out of the school only they had lived.&nbsp; But there were other X-men out there, other mutants.&nbsp; They couldn't all be dead.&nbsp; And the government, the Avengers?&nbsp; Scott didn't like to turn to either of them for help, but this was something big, this was...New York was burning! <br><br>He took a deep breath.&nbsp; "Just get me there.&nbsp; And no taking away the pain, please Emma."&nbsp; She could trick him he knew, especially in the weakened state he was in.&nbsp; But she loved him, he knew that.&nbsp; Enough to let him suffer and heal in his own way.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 21:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6267/smanniv2012004covcol.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Xavin, Carnage, Colossus, Gambit, NPC's, Raven Queen, Captain America, Streak<br><br></span></span><hr>Spidey Gritted his teeth and had a clenched fist as he watched Carnage rip apart the helpless woman. It was times like this that he still had union with the Venom symbiote so he actually could have a stright up fight with the savage beast. <em>Circling ravens..what more of an omen of whats going on.. all this death and destruction really..What the hell is THAT?!</em> Spidey's eyes went fromthe circling avens to teh object that impacted. A man emerged. Was he friend, or foe? Spidey cautiously observed a man. With all that was going on, he really hoped this guy came form space or something looking for a famous New York hotdog, and not for a fight.<br><br>Spidey's eyes then widened in awe at this energy simply obliterating what remains of the symbiote were on Colossus. Spidey then blinks, remembering about Xavin. "Wait where's-?!" His eyes see no sight of her in the area at all. "Shes gone..." With most of his mask gone at this point, he removed the mask tossing it aside his costume was in tatters. At this point he didn't give a damn who knew he was Peter Parker. Aunt May was Dead, MJ was..dead..Black Cat? maybe shes still alive..<br><br>Cap gave an inspiring rally call. This was to be expected from the star-spangled man. Spidey was happy to know he was alive. Captain America's continued existence possibly could rouse more of a fight around the world than Tony's speech itself. It was slowly becoming clear, This Apocalypse thought he had an ace in the hole, he thought that he squashed the earth's hope did he? Apparently he did a sloppy job at making sure Earth's Mightiest heroes were defeated. Parker then gave the good Captain a salute, "You know I'm with you cap, come hell..well come high water, because I'm pretty sure hell cant be much worse than this. Either way..time for me to finish what I came here for to begin with." Spidey was no Tony Stark, if only he could've had his Iron Spider suit. He would need to ask Tony if it still even existed. This was the next best thing. He had originally designed this suit with White Rhino in mind, but with Carnage hitting as hardas he was now, it was time to pull it out.<br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120323220625/marveldatabase/images/c/ce/Spider-Man's_Anti-Sinister_Six_Suit_from_Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_682.JPG)<br>After getting the new suit on, leaving the helmet in his left hand for now, he rejoined the group. "Before we look for Tony, does anyone know what may have happened to Xaviers school? I Mean we have Gambit and Colossus here, maybe other Xmen, or children made it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 15:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6mILIYV5k/T01qcLHu2tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W3yY5yA1HBw/s1600/Gambit.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; Remy LeBeau<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Gambit</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance, X-men, himself<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Streak, Colossus, Captain America, Spider-Man <br><br></span></span><hr><br>"With pleasure, mon ami!" He swirled his bo-staff, draping the length over his shoulders and produced a card. "First, we charge -" Eyes narrowed when the newcomer came forward and claimed the lime-light. A dangerous glow sparked in Gambit's eyes and he hmmpf'd, tucking the card away. "What 'ave we here?" The former thief's shrewd gaze roamed over Streak before he came to a decision and strolled on over, hand extended. "The name's Gambit." He'd have said more in the way of introduction, but that was the same moment Steve Rogers chose to hold his rallying speech.<br><br>Gambit half-listened while reducing his bo-staff to carrying size and clipping the weapon to his belt. <em>Blablabla</em>, he thought with a pang of resentment. At least the man had enough common sense to realize he couldn't make it an order. He was about to drift away in his own thoughts when he caught Rogers' glance.<br><br><em>Wait. Did he just look at me?</em> The thief seen that look before in so many eyes. He could not remember them all. <em>Not even when the sky falls down will they trust their diable blanc. </em> It didn't matter as much as it once had, but it stung.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gambit's reasons are Gambit's business alone," the Cajun replied in his lazy tone. "Vengeance is a losing game. Live for the living, don't die for the dead."<br><br>His easy smile came back to him. Moving over, he stood beside the car Captain America had chosen for his pedestal. "Better to join or there'll be nothing left to live for, eh."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 17:42:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/4984a4e6-2a69-46cd-84a8-512607168cbc_zps7b1fbda6.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; Jessica Roberts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Raven Queen</em><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Neutral<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; New York City, --- Forest Hills suburb in Queens [Aunt May's House]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Captain America, Spiderman, Colossus, Gambit, Streak<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jessica in her raven forms was circling when something hot and giving off energy flashing through the center of her birds...2 were destroyed buts she felt a surge of ...something fill her then there was a huge explosion. Dust lifted up and filled the air making it harder to see what was happening on the ground. Jessica winger higher with the 3 raven forms she had left and thought. <br><br>Carnage had fled, but she knew 'father' would not let that go without replacing him and making sure he suffered. The new mutants of the Vision were scattered over half the New York area... there were hundreds maybe by now thousands but they needed to be brought together. Those below were a huge danger, especially Captain America. They could rally others humans and gifted together. She knew that even now things were tight, any major resistance could tip the scales. If she left to report and begin the gathering they could disappear, slip away and hide.<br><br>She mentally nodded and things fell together in her mind...she winged out of view of those on the ground and shifted to her Jessica form...for a moment she hung in the air then as she began to fall she summoned forth her 'Familiar'. as she fell it winged with her for a moment then her familiar took off for the heart of the city it would report and begin giving orders. She twisted and then there were 6 ravens pulling up out of a dive.<br><br>The ravens formed up almost wing tip to wing tip. Ravens are large birds and often have 3' wing spans, with glossy black feathers and bright black eyes and these were no different. Six pairs of wings beat and drove her through the heavy dust emerging almost like magic from the cloud. Once they circled those on the ground barely 20 feet above their heads then they closed to the blasted pavement almost in the middle of the males and came together as if trying to merge. They disappeared and Jessica stood there, naked.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Shadowrun/shadowrun2/ravenqueen1_zpse68b35e7.jpg)</div>"Thank god he left...pleasee help me...I don't want to be part of them anymore." Tears beaded her lashes as she flowed to her knees her face in her hands. "it was horrible..I I was early to the office yesterday..the attack..explosions and they dragged me to central park...some sort of makeshift lab there..."<br><br>Her shapely body trembled as she shifted subtly to show off her toned and curvy nude shape. "they ...injected me ..it burned and felt icy and ....i don't remember much just that suddenly I was looking through many eyes...then he grabbed me...Apocalypse...he named me Raven Queen...told me I would serve since there was no one to oppose him and if I did not he would flay me alive. I ...the drug used to keep others in line ...me shifting form did something to make it not work."<br><br>Jessica' voice was completely sincere muffled by her hands she her shoulders shook from the half sobs she had. She had cried before when it was useful and she knew the eyes of all the males were on her. "Carnage...Horseman Death...will kill me if he finds me...like he did the others...I tried to help when the shiny man over there was fighting him...pleasee help meeee...Pleasee!"<br><br>She lifted her head, eyes bright with tears and streaks of moisture down her cheeks. She looked up at Captian America, her lower lip quivered as her voice cracked, "Please Help me!"<br><br><br><br><hr>Her familiar winged its way very fast, closing on the UN building which had been made the Head Quarters for all the eastern forces. It flew into an open window on a upper floor then along the halls then into an area filled with various comm gear and other things. It dropped onto a panel and spoke, the voice was weirdly pitched, "This is Raven Queen, Carnage has failed and fled killing beach bunny and Zombie girl. I will join the resistance and keep tabs... Captain America is here as is Colossus, Spiderman and I believe he is called Gambit, He forms explosive energy from throwing cards. And someone new fell from the sky...he seems very powerful dressed in blue and gold ..I do not know who he is. Gather the troops Captain America Cannot be allowed to rally forces. Keep me informed through my Familiar"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 03:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/emma_frost_by_aly_fell.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;Emma Frost<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; White Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York, Westchester<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cyclops<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Emma couldn`t bare to see her love so broken, but he was alive and that was all that mattered.<br>Physically he pushed her away, he didn1t want her to use her powers to take away his pain.<br>Emma knew he and Jean had issues with her tapping into his mind. But she was doing it to help him, she wasn`t invading his wrights. <br>If Frost wanted to she could "Convince" him to go along with her intentions, but they had an honest relationship. Emma shared parts of herself with Summers she never had with a livening soul.&nbsp; Sadly she would have to except his decision to feel his unbearable pain. <br><br>"I...Don't Emma...Don't take any of it away."&nbsp; She sadly looked down as he said this. She wasn`t Jean bloody grey dam it. But at certain times Scott confused her with the deceased red head. He was already feeling guilty about the deaths of the students. <br><br>Scott said that they needed to get to the safe house. Emma had forgotten thy even had one. "Of corse darling." Emma gently helped him by takeing him under his healthier arm. The other was smashed, which was just horrific to look at. Emma slowly started to walk with Scott, guiding him. The dog, Rusty...followed them happily. <br><br>Once they reached the safe house twenty minutes later&nbsp; ore where Frost believed it to be she looked at her love. <br>"Beloved, what do I do now?" Emma was still not trusted by all the X-men given her past. She was not given all the safety codes, sure she could have plucked them easily from her team-mates heads, but wasn`t that what they were worried about? Emma knew it was well hidden and would have medical supplies and a spare visor for Scott. But she was NOT a doctor and was afraid he could suffer from internal bleeding, he needed to see a doctor, like Hank McCoy. But was Hank even alive? <br><br>Emma was becoming worried he was going to die in front of her and she would be powerless to stop it.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 08:49:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Piotrab1.jpg) </div><hr> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Gambit, Captain America, Spider-Man, Streak, The Raven Queen<br></span></span><hr>It’s very dark for Piotr as he tries to fight off the excess symbiote, or whatever it had mutated to by this time. He was <em>fairly</em> sure it couldn’t harm him… but he still had to get it off of him. It was more psychological at this point. <br><br>He’s vaguely aware of the voice not so far from him, but he’s well aware of the burst of energy that engulfs his form. His eyes close as he is just blasted… well he knows right away it’s not Gambit. He’s fairly sure it isn’t Spider-Man. Another had joined them perhaps? Colossus starts to feel the warmth of the energy outburst, even as the symbiote is basically burned away from him. Parts of the red substance falls away and simply disintegrates in the beam, once more exposing the shimmering metallic skin that is Colossus. The beam stops, and now Piotr opens his eyes, looking towards the source of the beams. His thick brows furrow as he stares up at the man (keep in mind he’s still half buried in the now solidified ground), and he nods to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; “Eh… spaceeba, tovarisch… I am in your debt.”&nbsp; <br><br>He nods once more as he smiles politely, and he turns as best he can to see what’s now around him. And he’s genuinely shocked to see Captain America.. oh wow.. He’s only met the Captain a few times, but each time made quite an impression on the young mutant. Well things don’t seem so bleak anymore, do they. Piotr now turns once more, his large fists slamming into the ground he is buried hip deep in. With each powerful pounding of his fists, the stone and dirt burst away, slowly rended by his strength. Finally he’s able to break enough of it away to move his legs, and he promptly climbs out of the hole he found himself in. <br><br>Gambit introduces himself to Streak, and Piotr nods to the man as he still smiles softly.&nbsp; &nbsp;“And I am Colossus. You’ve my thanks once more, friend.”&nbsp; &nbsp;And as noted, right about then is when Captain America addresses them. Colossus stands with Streak and Gambit as he listens, his gaze then moving towards Remy and Spider-Man as they answer. Wait… is that Spider-Man? He’s wearing some kind of armor… where the hell did he get that so fast? Piotr looks around for a moment, wondering if there was some kind of supersecret changing room he didn’t know about. Finally he speaks, his deep voice having a firm tone to it. <br><br>“I am with you, Captain America, of course. You need only tell me what to do, and it is done.”&nbsp; He says with a nod. He pauses a moment, and then addresses Spider-Man’s query as he glances to Gambit.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I am afraid I can not say, Spider-Man. I.. have not been to the school in quite some time, I am afraid.”&nbsp; &nbsp;For a long time, it sure does feel like. Far longer than he would like to admit. He had thought he was trying to get his life on track… but now it feels like this is where he belongs. <br><br>And he doesn’t really like that to much. <br><br>His mind wanders for a moment… wondering about Katya… Scott.. the Professor.. if something has happened to them, he would feel just horrid for the way he acted towards them. If he never has the chance to really explain his decision to stay away… he’s not sure he could live with himself. They were his very best friends for most of his life, and he just walked away from them selfishly. ‘I need some time to try and get my life together, a normal life’ he had told Katya. How self centered and thoughtless the words sound now, especially in light of things. <br><br>What happens next happens very quickly. Those damned ravens are suddenly back, emerging right in the middle of them. Piotr lets out a little growl as he steps forward immediately, putting himself in front of Gambit and Streak without even thinking about it. Scott once made comment that Colossus would act to protect another without even giving thought to it, and it seems he was right. Even if Streak didn’t need to be shielded by the massive and armored form of Colossus… Piotr is willing to take whatever punishment he must to keep others safe. <br><br>But an attack never comes… Piotr stares blankly at the naked woman in front of them… if he were in his flesh form he would probably be blushing a little. His gaze moves around their little meeting place, to ensure nothing else was coming. To make sure she wasn’t just a distraction or something. But his eyes draw back to the woman as she describes what she has been through.. and he’s about to tell her that they would of course help. But Piotr knows he’s not in charge here, it’s rare when he’s in charge of any given situation. Which is fine with him. But her words do jog Piotr’s memory, and his eyes widen as he moves suddenly towards his jacket. He keeps the woman in his sights, just in case he needs to clobber her or something. He scoops up his torn jacket, and carefully he reaches into the pocket with his thumb and forefinger, pulling out the injection syringe he’s been hanging onto. <br><br>“My friends..”&nbsp; he says in a soft and deep tone as he moves back towards them. He holds the syringe out to Captain America… being very careful his metallic hands don’t accidentally crush it… the syringe is still filled with the Judgement Serum… “I do not know where, but I was in one of those awful places. They were injecting people with this, making them.. well giving them powers, or killing them. They were going to inject me with it. I do not understand it. I got out of there, and grabbed this before they could inject me. Perhaps.. it is useful?”&nbsp; he says as he glances towards the others, and then towards the naked woman… whom he really does truly feel sorry for.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 16:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18dxgtfv8psuajpg/ku-medium.jpg) </div><hr> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Magneto&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Max Eisenhardt, Magnus White King/Grey King<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; himself, mutantkind<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Captain America, Spider-Man, Streak, The Raven Queen, Gambit &amp; Colossus<br><br></span></span><hr>His purple cloak billowed in the wind as the man known as War strode amongst the remains of what should have been the Canadian reinforcements bound for New York City. Wrecks of planes, tanks and military vehicles dotted the road and the countryside as far as his eyes could see. The sight did not affect him as much as he had thought it would; perhaps because he had seen it all before. Death, Destruction, War; there was nothing new under the sun. <br><br>He recalled the pleasure of using his enhanced powers. Tearing one plane after another from the sky had been no more than sport. He had turned their missiles against them, wreaking havoc with a mere fraction of his power. They had tried to overwhelm him, sending in wave after wave and he had torn them all down, his power had burned at an all time high. <br><br>Of course, it had not been all him. Apocalypse had sent a group of serum-enhanced humans to do his bidding. Of the fifty-something only five had returned with him. The man named War had not cared; they had died serving Apocalypse’s cause. He had recommended their performance to their Master, and had forgotten them.<br><br>Until now.<br><br>Somehow, thinking about them disturbed him and he wasn’t certain why. They were not mutants; evolution had held no hand in their creation, but they were no part of humanity either. Slaves, he thought. As far removed from human or mutant kind as the Sentinels Mastermold had once released upon the world. <br><br>Walking past the blackened remains of a smouldering aircraft Magneto thought of Apocalypse and the choices that had led him to this point. <br><br>When Apocalypse had made his proposition, it had provided him with the means to achieve his goal in one solid strike. He had suspected betrayal, but he’d been confident of his powers to withstand anything Apocalypse could throw at him.<br><br>What a fool he’d been.<br><br>When he had felt the sting, it had been too late. Nanites coursed through his bloodstream and settled into the vital parts of his body and mind.&nbsp; He had bent his knee and called the creature ‘Master’, a thought that now brought the taste of vomit to his mouth. He had forgotten the terms and restrictions he’d meant to place on their cooperative strike. All he had known was Apocalypse’s will. <br><br>But the battle had changed all that. Exerting his powers over and over Magneto had felt the barriers that controlled his mind come down. Not even Apocalypse’s nanites were immune to the excessive use of magnetic power. Part of the nanites&nbsp; had repaired themselves after he had stopped using his power but enough had been fried to allow Magneto a measure of control over his own mind. <br><br>Still, a part of him sided with Apocalypse. The human bigotry had been silenced. Mutantkind had become the predominant race on earth. He was not displeased with that part of their deal. But he had not agreed to sending the mutants into slavery, mindless drones that served but one Master. A master, that was not him.<br><br>Apocalypse thought he controlled Erik Lensehr like he controlled any of his serum induce slaves. <br><br>Magneto stretched his arms sideways, turning his palms up. To either side of him planes began to rise. He extended the scope of his powers to nearby tanks, lifting them up in the air. More and more followed as Magneto stared dead ahead. Beads of perspiration dewed his brow as he forced his powers beyond a scope he knew he could handle. The sky darkened, filled with blackened skeletons of tanks and planes. More joined. <br><br>The strain was taking its toll and he had to force himself to stand up straight as he kept adding to his burden. His magnetic powers coursed through his body and Magneto smiled despite the strain as he felt minimal measures of control return to him when more and more nanites malfunctioned. <br><br>When the link snapped he felt his powers collapse. Planes and tanks trembled in the sky for a split second longer as Magneto’s hold on them wavered. He fell to the ground with barely enough sense left to thrust one hand up and summon the last bit of his power to shield himself from the chunks of metal raining down on him.<br><br>He woke up when the sun had set, feeling exhausted, dizzy and at once wildly alive. Levitating himself up in the air he rose from the battlefield as a man reborn and turned his gaze southwards. <br><br>"You wanted War, Apocalypse?" He said grimly. "I shall give you one!"&nbsp; <br><br>**<br>He had arrived in NYC just in time to see the comet fall from the sky, and Magneto had chosen to investigate. He had come within earshot just as Captain America delivered the last of his speech and two X-men declare themselves to the Avenger’s cause.<br><br>He floated towards the ground and dropped his shielding, well aware that some – if not all – might receive him with open hostility.<br><br>“And I shall join you as well.” He stated calmly. <br><br>He turned then towards the young woman and his eyes narrowed. “You must have power to have wrestled free. You have my sympathy as well as my support, young lady.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 19:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://d1vr6n66ssr06c.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/DN_ANXM3-2.jpg)</div><hr> <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Cyclops<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Westchester, New York<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Emma Frost </span></span><br><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Then:</strong></span><br><br>"Take a look, its all there..." Scott said being far to tired to try and find the right tree to gain access too.&nbsp; Place was practically a military bunker in the middle of the woods.&nbsp; Hank had set the place up as a fall back should the school ever fall.&nbsp; It was strong enough and equipped with enough tech to survive a nuclear explosion.&nbsp; Then again, so had the school...In fact it had, had even more things to protect it.&nbsp; An early warning system against all the things the X-men had come up against (and that was quite a lot) should off gone off the second a threat was within a hundred miles of the school.&nbsp; But nothing had gone off, not a sound, not the protection grid, not a damn thing!&nbsp; They'd been taken out so easily that Scott couldn't think of a single enemy which was capable of that, not these days.&nbsp; The fact that New York was also burning made Scott think that this wasn't just an attack on mutants, this was an attack on them all.&nbsp; On every single being on this planet.&nbsp; Which meant it was time to put aside differences and kill the thing who done this to them.<br><br>Feeling Emma go into his mind and get the needed information he let out a sigh, she directing them to the proper place and typing in the codes needed to get into the safe house.&nbsp; Once there Scott stumbled along and was promptly laid down on the small medical bed.&nbsp; While secure and safe from attack, the place was set up as a fall back facility, not a perminate bass of operations.&nbsp; The food and water supplies were well enough, but as far as the medical facilities went, they were meant for stabilization, not full surgical repair and recovery, and that is what Scott needed.&nbsp; Laying down on the table he thought about what needed to be done.&nbsp; First and foremost his arm needed to be reset, the wounds cleaned and then...Let his arm die?&nbsp; Neither he nor Emma were doctors, and from a quick glance at the communication hub, they were practically offline.&nbsp; What the hell had happened?<br><br>"Emma, I-" She just put the visor on his face.&nbsp; Scott opened his eyes and saw the woman he loved, his pain going away for just a second as his eyes confirmed that she was still alive.&nbsp; All the others were dead, but she was alive.&nbsp; "I...We need to get to work.&nbsp; Read my mind to fix my arm and my other wounds.&nbsp; After I am stable put me out for a few hours and try and find out if anyone else is out there.&nbsp; Above all don't reveal our location, to ANYONE.&nbsp; Not a soul.&nbsp; Right now, wecan't really trust anyone."&nbsp; As sad as that was, it was true.&nbsp; For an operation like this to take place, someone had to have gone turncoat.&nbsp; Until they found out who, all were suspect .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 00:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://marvelitesxmen.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/emma_frost_by_aly_fell.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;Emma Frost<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; White Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York, Westchester<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Cyclops<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Emma got Scott into the safehouse, she turned on the lights and laid him on a medical bed. It was small but homely and had SOMEHOW been kept in tact. Frost searched through the supplies, she found, food, water, clothes, a few weapons and other keepsakes. A spare visor to which she rushed back over to her beloved and put on his face. At least Scott could see again. <br>Emma caressed his face. He was in a VERY bad way and could still die, he proberblly had internal bleeding.<br>CHRIST, they really could do with Hank McCoy around. <br><br>He told her to read his mind to fix his arm. Emma had ZERO medical traning but mabye he had some. <br>Yes, apparently back in the day Xavier taught his students basic med traning. But what Summers had wasn`t "Basic." <br>His arm looked completely torn up, like it was about to drop off at any second. <br>Emma pulled off her white gloves with her teeth and gatherd as much of the medical supplies as she could carry, she hetically spilled them out onto a small operating table. And hurridly sorted through them, she tended to the arm gently. Wipeing up as much of the blood as possible, it stained her allready dirty white X-uniform. <br>Emma put anticeptic on the wounds cleaning them up as Summers flinched. <br><br>Frost held back the tears but her fear he would die infront of her was growing. <br>He said she needed to stableieze him then venture out to see if there were any survivers. Emma was not about to leave him...but mabye...just mabye a doctor was out there. Ore someone like Hank ore Reed Richards. <br><br>He said they couldn`t trust anyone. But yet they may not be alone, the Avengers were New York Based. <br>Other X-men ore students might have gone into the city...Exlier...yes...that boy had healing powers...and the Morlocks...didn`t they also have a healer. <br><br>Emma relucantly re-set Scotts shoulder which caused him great pain no doubt. But Emma over-ruled her boyfriends wishes and used her telepathic powers to null the pain, she used everything she had to nul the pain for him. <br>Frost then found something which looked like it would act as a splint and wraped it gently around the arm. <br>The white bandgers were coverd in his blood as was her trade-mark costume. Emma cut off his t-shirt with sissors and tended to the cuts on his body. She wrapped him up with bandaids and cleaned the wounds, the tears fell down her cheecks. <br>Frost then used her infulance to put him to sleep. <br><br>When she was finished she sobbed, the small dog she found on the road whineing and rubbing against her leg. <br>Emma pulled herself together. She stripped out of her costume and cleaned herself up in the small bathroom cublical. <br>Frost changed into a all white leather Cat-Suit which she had asked Summers to keep here when he told her before he was placeing personal items in the safehouse. <br><br>(http://cdn1.screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/X-Men-First-Class-January-Jones-Emma-Frost-Costume.jpg)<br><br>Emma got the Dog a bowl full of water and set it down. She caressed her sleeping lovers forehead and then headed out. <br>Takeing with her a communication device attatching it to her white belt. <br>Frost needed to finde someone who could help her love, for she feared his time was running out. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordMing</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 03:05:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn3/Halfbakedone/avengers-captain-america1.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;Steven Rogers<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain America<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Everyone in the Area<br><br></span></span><hr>The support from the other heroes buoyed him, but not like it once did.&nbsp; Lifting spirits and giving soldiers a direction is what people had come to expect from him, But deep inside he felt empty, and drained.&nbsp; He couldn't show that to the troops though.&nbsp; The Raven woman descending upon them drew everyone's attention, though he averted his eyes as best he could as she spoke.&nbsp; A deserter, laying on the pity me schtick pretty heavy.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time he had seen such things, but it could be honest as well, hard to say so soon in the game.&nbsp; But part of her story was supported by Colossus, the lads sincerity and concern about the womans arrival was evident in how he moved, it showed well of him.&nbsp; But before he could take action on any of that he had to suppress his own experience and training at the arrival of the man called Magneto.&nbsp; He too had broken away from&nbsp; this...Apokalips, or so he said.<br><br>It wasn't in Cap's nature to wait for the other shoe to drop, he took command as he stepped down from where he had made his short speech.&nbsp; <strong>"Gathering up and staying in the open isn't healthy in a war."</strong>&nbsp; He took Collossus' jacket and draped it around the naked woman.&nbsp; <strong>"Spider-Man, I need you on area recon.&nbsp; Give me a sweep of the immediate area and locate us an area to set up a temporary HQ.&nbsp; Anything sets off that spider sense of yours and you go around it, avoid contact with any hostiles.&nbsp; If you find something serious you call me."</strong>&nbsp; With that he tossed a small earpiece transceiver to the young man and nodded for him to be off.&nbsp; <strong>"Good luck son."&nbsp; He took the syringe from Collossus and examined it a second before returning it to him.&nbsp; I'm no chemist son, but we need to keep that secure for now till we find one."</strong>&nbsp; He patted the metal giant on the shoulder as he nodded to Gambit, <strong>"Thanks for staying with us, your powers and skills will be very useful.&nbsp; Now...Magneto...I'd like to have a word with you."&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Steve, pulled his cowl off, removing the transceiver from it and placing it in his ear as he walked to and past Magneto, signalling for him to follow as he moved into the shade of a broken building.&nbsp; <strong>"We don't have alot of time mister, and I want to believe that you are on the level, because honestly, I doubt anyone here, aside from the fellow with the laser eyes is in any condition to fight you.&nbsp; If all you and the woman said was true then we are facing an enemy the likes of which only the Avengers may have faced in the past.&nbsp; If you can work with me, then I can work with you.&nbsp; But I think right now our priority is to find a safe haven, and start gathering people.&nbsp; Agreed?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 04:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.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; Kevin Taylor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>STREAK</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Colossus, Spider-Man, Gambit, Captain America, Raven Queen, Magneto<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Streak had honestly had no idea that he may have just stolen the Cajun man's thunder.&nbsp; He turned as Gambit extended his hand and, after a slight moment of searching distant memories he remembered the custom, now as fresh as though he were here on Earth just yesterday.&nbsp; He offered a smile, the bright azure light of his eyes dimming to a soft pupiless glow once more.&nbsp; At this distance, the Cajun mutant could likely see that the man's hair was literally as metallic chrome as Colossus' steel skin.&nbsp; He took the offered hand, shaking it firmly but without unduly exerting any of his considerable strength in his gloved hand.&nbsp; He spoke, first to Gambit and then to Colossus as the latter began to pound his way out of the now solidified earth.<br><br><strong>"Gambit... Colossus.&nbsp; I am glad to meet you.&nbsp; You can call me Streak."</strong><br><br>He glanced at the crater he made as he released Gambit's hand, shaking his head.<br><br><strong>"Sorry about the mess"...</strong><br><br>He glanced around the ruined city, now noticing his surroundings fully for the first time.<br><br><strong>..."though it appears this city has been through some hell."</strong><br><br>Truthfully, Streak had seen worse.&nbsp; He had seen the entire human race on certain Earths subjugated and enslaved.&nbsp; He had seen all life on the planet destroyed.&nbsp; Of course... he had seen cities like this in far better shape as well.&nbsp; Whatever the case though, it was clear that he was needed here.&nbsp; He had been about to say something else when his attention was caught by a man with awesome charisma the likes he had not seen in some time.&nbsp; For some reason, the man's rallying speech earned him some amount of respect in his eyes.&nbsp; He didn't know what half of what the man spoke of of was about, as he had not the proper context, but still, he offered a nod to him and spoke in a sure, clear voice.<br><br><strong>"I know nothing of what has befallen your world... but it's obvious to me that you stand opposed to evil."</strong><br><br>He nodded in the direction of the remains of Beach Bunny.<br><br><strong>"Atrocities have been committed and chaos seems to reign in this place.&nbsp; I have been sent here because I am needed, so I will stand with you all."</strong><br><br>The sound of dozens of flapping wings heralded the appearance of the very nude form of a woman.&nbsp; Streak was not disturbed or embarrassed by the sight, though he could certainly appreciate the female's form as the larger form of Colossus stepped in front of him to block his view.&nbsp; He could tell that the armored steel man had a good heart and was naturally protective of others.&nbsp; He was neither offended or flattered.&nbsp; He simply stepped to the side so he could see her again.&nbsp; He tilted his head as she began to speak, listening to her tale which ended in her sobbing on her knees before Captain America.&nbsp; He paused however, and let the others speak to her.&nbsp; The metal man, Colossus spoke again and held up something that he could not see... however, he guessed it was somehow important.&nbsp; Everyone else there seemed to know far more about the happenings on this world, which was to be expected.&nbsp; Everything seemed to be happening at once, which was difficult to deal with, especially since the burning city seemed so familiar.&nbsp; It tugged at distant memories through a haze of forgotten time.&nbsp; Then it hit him.<br><br><strong>"New York."</strong><br><br>Before he could say anything else, the master of magnetism landed dramatically amongst them, proclaiming he was with them as well.&nbsp; Streak had no idea who the man was, but he too radiated an awesome force of personality, like someone used to getting his way.&nbsp; The way that some of the others were reacting to him made him wary, but the Captain seemed to be willing to accept his help.&nbsp; Streak crossed his arms, now noticing the armored form of Spider-Man as he emerged from the shattered house that they stood nearby.&nbsp; Judging by the reactions of those around him, he was not a new threat.&nbsp; He really needed to get a solid accounting of who was who.&nbsp; He looked toward the Raven Queen again, and offered her a nod.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 20:27:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/X-Men-First-Class-January-Jones-Emma-Frost-Costume.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;Emma Frost<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; White Queen<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York, Westchester<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (Telepathically) Rouge, <br></span></span><hr><br>Emma walked into the devistated streets of New York City. Ore what was left of it. <br>Whoever had the power to do this was truly Evil and Emma thought she had seen Evil. <br>On her journey she overheard a broadcast from Tony Stark, he was alive and was foarming a Resistance. <br>But what good could they do? Did he honestly belive he could fight this thing and win? Besides what was left of the world anyway? How could it possibly return to something when it was laid to waste? She rubbed the temple of her forehead. <br>Running her hands through her blonde hair. It didn`t matter anyway, why would she fight if she lost the only person she ever loved? <br><br>Emma reached the heart of the city, what had been Times Square. She loved this part of the city...<br>one of her happiest memories was coming here last New Years with the students. She of corse kept up her Bitchy facade at the time telling all of her fellow Xmen how she hated it. But Scott knew, he saw through her bullshit and just smiled at her. <br>He knew that she was happy...that after years of struggel she finally found a "Family". <br><br>Emma hugged herself and looked around, the buildings were levelled, burnt bodies all around her. <br>She closed her eyes, feeling so isolated and alone. Her white cat-suit was allready dirty from all the fumes that were blowing around her. Was everyone dead? <br><br>No...that Son of a Bitch Tony Stark was alive...which meant other heroes had to be alive to. <br>Emma pulled herself together and concentrated, she placed both her slender hands either side of her skull. <br>This was something she had never attempted before, not without Cerebro. She was going to push the very limits of her telepathic powers and attempt to contact the X-men. Mabye she and Scott weren`t the only ones. <br><br>*X-men?* She started out breathjing heavey. *X-men?* She pushed her mind harder, gritting her teeth and pictureing that bloody cow Jean Grey taunting her beacuse she wasn`t the telepath she had been. <br><br>*XMEN!!!!* She pyschically screamed causing blood to drip from her left nostril. <br>Her power reached out to Rouge who had a connection with her beacuse of an incident they once went through together. <br>The message was reaching Rouge faintly until Frost really put her back in to it. <br><br>*X-MEN, this is Emma. Are you alive? Are you here? Im in New York City....I survied the attack as did Scott. We were the only ones 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....* And with that her connection was gone. She fell to her knees her head pounding. It took alot out of her to send that message. She just prayed someone was alive to hear it and she didn`t just risk a bloody stroke for nothing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 02:54:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.craveonline.com/images/stories/2011/2012/April/Comics/marvel/spiderman/aspiderman683658.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;Peter Parker<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Spider-Man<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Aunt May's<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Colossus, Gambit, Raven Queen, Captain America, Streak, Magneto<br><br></span></span><hr>Spidey stood at attention until he went back into a defensive stance, the master of magnetism appeared. <em>Magneto?! What the hell is he doing here? of all the masterminds to survive it all, it would have to be you wouldn't it? No spidey sense...so maybe he really is telling the truth..is he really on our side?..</em><br><br>Spidey then stood at attention in his armor as Captain America addressed him, <strong>"Spider-Man, I need you on area recon.&nbsp; Give me a sweep of the immediate area and locate us an area to set up a temporary HQ.&nbsp; Anything sets off that spider sense of yours and you go around it, avoid contact with any hostiles.&nbsp; If you find something serious you call me."</strong> taking the communicator he gave him, he took off the helmet and fitted it in his ear. "You got it Cap'" With a swoosh, spidey was off. <br><br>There was so much ruin and destruction, it was almost unreal to him. He didn't think that anyone could actually pull off what happened here. this was the stuff that all the heroes and agencies around the world worked to prevent. As he swung back towards the city he saw a rather disturbing sight <em><br>holy hell..</em> Spidey had fought off a few off these goon squads before, but this was an army moving into formation, and they looked like they were heading right for where the others were. there was other activity he couldn't quite make out, but he had to stay out of sight. Sticking to a wall of what appeared to be abandoned for a moment. He had to get on the horn, ASAP. <br><br>"Cap, we need to get moving, because we have a huge problem. there's all kinds of activity out here, the most visible of it all? a small army moving into formation, looking right in our direction. I'm out of sight right now, and I plan to keep it that way for now..Whats the next move cap? The tunnels maybe? I know we gotta fight, but we cant do it head on, not against something like this." He moves back up on what was left of a sky scraper, getting pictures of the size of the force and the formation, trying to get zoom shots of who may have been commanding officers and things of the like. "Alright I got some pictures and ill send em your way.."<br><br>There was then a cry of a woman that turned down into the alleyway. Another one of those guys chasing her and getting a hold of her wrist. This guy was alone, and the way Peter watched his hands snake over her body, he was doing much more than taking her prisoner. <br><br>"Let her go!" Spidey called from out of sight<br>"Whos there?!" Called the man, keeping her in a choke hold as if holding her hostage. The mans face would be met by a thick wad of web, which prompted him to let her go, giving spidey the window of opportunity he needed, at least to save this one person. Spidey would come down with all the force of gravity on him, letting his elbow smash the mans collar bone before zipping back up with his free hand. Firing a web with the other hand he strings the twisted soldier up onto the wall, applying several more layers of webbing over his body, topping it off with the iconic logo of the Avengers leaving a very clear message: Vengance was coming.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 19:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6mILIYV5k/T01qcLHu2tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W3yY5yA1HBw/s1600/Gambit.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; Remy LeBeau<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Gambit</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance, X-men, himself<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Streak, Colossus, Captain America, Spider-Man <br><br></span></span><hr><br>With a flick of his wrist the bo-staff was back in place. Gambit twirled the weapon and waited, watching the ravens with a grim expression on his face. Whatever they brought, he was ready to kill. Flamboyantly, naturally, but if a raven claw so much as scratched hisRussian friend, they'd have raven gumbo for supper.<br><br>Then the birds disappeared, revealing a woman. Not just any woman, a <i>nude</i> woman. And a beautiful one at that. Gambit had mere seconds to reach that conclusion before she fell to her knees, but one second had ever been plenty for the Cajun's well trained eye.<br><br>The sobs and pleas were a bit much but despite his flirtatious manners the X-man wasn't made of stone. He'd been on the verge of yielding when Piotr gave the final shove and produced a syringe that confirmed at least part of the woman's story.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Gambit secured the staff away and shrugged out of his coat, holding the sturdy garment out towards the woman. "As long as you play us fair, you will be safe here, petite," he reassured her. "Here, put this on."<br><br>Then Magneto landed in their midst and all thoughts of gallantry faded from the Cajun's mind. <br><br>"YOU!" He bellowed, reflexively reaching for his coat's inner pocket when he remembered he'd given it to the woman. No matter. He had plenty cards to spare. But the delay had cooled his temper sufficiently to notice Lehnsherr wasn't attacking... Yet.<br><br>Gambit remained on guard while Magneto explained himself. When the other stated to be on their side, the Cajun snorted.&nbsp; "Only fools trust the likes of you," he said. "And Gambit is no fool."<br><br>He tore his gaze away from his old enemy and turned to the woman, who presented a far more pleasing sight. "Forgive me. I need my cards and then perhaps I can take you shopping, no? You will need clothes and I've been told to have good taste." And he wanted his coat back. He was willing to lend it to the girl for now, but the sooner he felt its weight back upon his shoulders, the better.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 17:37:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/ravenqueen6_zps13709541.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; Jessica Roberts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Raven Queen</em><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Neutral<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; New York City, --- Forest Hills suburb in Queens [Aunt May's House]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Captain America, Spiderman, Colossus, Gambit, Streak, Magneto<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Things were moving quickly and Jessica's mind seemed able to respond even faster then she had in her other life. She had come to realize that the changes had been more then just physical and shapechanging, her mind had changed. She could think on many levels as if being able to form many ravens somehow gave her the ability to think as if she was running a dozen programs all at once. All of her mind was racing, seeing angles and approaches. <br><br>She looked up with misted brown eyes into the startling blue ones of Captain America and something stirred in her belly. He was most definitely a man and his bared torso rippled with muscle almost made her lift a hand to caress them. He moved close and draped a jacket around her shoulders. It would come to her thighs and barely cover her but that was okay as well. The man called Colossus then pulled out a vial of the Judgement serum. He had one and that was something else that had to be dealt with before these 'heroes' could get it to some of scientist. <br><br>Then Magneto landed. She had been informed that 'Father' had turned the mutant and he was to be the next great Horseman. She had been told he would be coming to NY to aid the fight there. What she had not been told was how soon and as she listened her heart grew icy. He had somehow broken free and this mutant was one of the most dangerous. She knew she had to stay, had to watch and report. <br><br>She rose as the one called Gambit came near and placed a long coat around her. Her grateful smile was filled with 'promise' as her hand rested on his arm for a moment. When he mentioned clothes she shook her head making sure her voice carried a bit without being loud, "Everytime I change any cloths I wear do not, so when I shift back to me I am naked. I ..umm well after the looks I received yesterday and today I have gotten use to it"<br><br>As the Captain spoke, she could see the swell of confidence fill all the others. As gorgeous as the man was he was a clear danger, even more so then Stark. He could rally the resistance. He could lead it and that would never do. Even Magneto seemed willing to listen to the hero. <br><br>It was then she felt ill, felt her body burning and icy all at once and she half screamed as an eerie blue light danced in streaks around her body. She fell but before hitting the ground she shifted into 20 ravens all with blue streaks of light playing over them. They in turn formed back into her and she curled up on the hard dirty ground trembling her eyes glowing blue as an energy like that of the man in Blue and Gold shimmered faintly around her then disappeared making her suddenly arch and half scream before she fainted.<br><br><br><hr><br>At the main base in the UN building her Familiar lifted its beak and her voice spoke, "They have a Vail of the Judgement serum, Captain America is very charismatic and already instilling confidence he must be dealt with. Magneto is here and has broke free of 'Father' That must be reported to Apocalypse ....I will AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The raven there turns into wisps of bluish energy and then is gone.<br><br>A figure turns from a window over looking the burning city. <strong>Sebastian Shaw</strong> (http://marvel.wikia.com/Sebastian_Shaw_(Earth-616)) scowled at where the Raven had been then began to speak, " Frenzy (http://marvel.wikia.com/Joanna_Cargill_(Earth-616)) take Toaster, Mystic Topaz and Quill move through the northern section and link the teams there. Black Racer (http://marvel.wikia.com/Ariana_Saddiqi_(Earth-616)) you take Flashbang, Blaquehawk and Foxbat do the same in the southern section. I will take Spyne (http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/0/9490/218768-9373-spyne.jpg), Nephilim and Drone with me and gather the teams on the way to Queens. MOVE we need to deal with Captian America and Magneto as soon as possible and we do not know what has happened to Raven Queen.<br><br>Sebastian Shaw turned and moved quickly. When the attack on the city had begun he was at The Hellfire club and had no warning. None. Which with his connections should have been impossible. He was Sebastian Shaw, Black King and a billionaire. He lead those at the club at the time out into the hellish streets. He would have reveled in the destruction but it was not his doing. He battled a dozen armored Mutants. Ripping 2 apart trying to find out what they knew when a blast of energy hammered him to his knees, a second to is hands and knees he felt all his power drain away and he looked up into the cold eyes of Apocalypse. He struggled as his mind was entered, no one had ever been so shift, Not Emma nor the witch Jean Grey, none had ever overcome his mind so completely and as he looked up someone stepped behind him and he felt the cold pain of injections in his neck... now he had only one desire one goal that was to fulfill the vision of his 'Master'. To bring only the fittest to Apocalypse. To cleanse this world and the puny humans that held back the natural evolution that should have happened.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaiMizzu</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 23:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/Waljj.jpg) </div><hr> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Colossus<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; Humanity<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Magneto, Gambit, Captain America, Spider-Man, Streak, The Raven Queen<br></span></span><hr> As Captain America speaks to him, he looks down at the vial of serum. If what he suspected about it was true, it could indeed be important. Like the sample someone could use to figure out how to perhaps reverse the effects, or neutralize it. So the Captain is right, it has to be secured. And it’s not easy to get something out of the grip of Colossus once he has locked it down. Piotr takes the serum back from Captain America, and he turns it over in his hand a few times. His large fingers wrap around the injector, and his thumb brushes against the syringe part, snapping it off. He then tucks it into front pocket, patting it lightly as it settles there. <br><br>Colossus turns a little to look out towards the landscape as Spider-Man takes off, setting off on a recon. Yeah that’s certainly not a job for Colossus. But if Spider-Man finds something bad, then it would be Colossus’ job to beat it up. Kind of how it works. His mind wanders a little as he looks around the devastation, trying to think of any X-Men assets that could be used as a temporary headquarters. Or at least a rallying point, perhaps. His mind races through the many years he has been involved in conflict, fighting for the rights of equality and justice. And now all of that has been burned to the ground.. <br><br>He blinks as he suddenly looks down at his hands, feeling odd. Some kind of strange energy. A soft gasp escapes his lips as he hears that <em>voice</em>. A voice he has heard in his dreams… his nightmares. His gaze snaps up towards Magneto, his teeth gritting. As soon as he catches sight of Magneto, his body suddenly shifts from it’s metallic chrome like form to flesh and blood once more. He looses some of his mass, some of his height. A lot of his strength. But with Magneto here… his very body could be turned into a weapon. He shifts to his human form, but he doesn’t back away or show fear of Magneto. But it seems he wishes to join the cause… and if Captain America is okay with it… well Colossus will trust his instructs. Gambit doesn’t seem to be of that opinion, though. He hopes Remy doesn’t do anything stupid. He pats Gambit lightly on the shoulder as he speaks in a soft tone to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Gambit.. I know what you are thinking. But if Captain America will trust him, we must also. There are forces at work here more horrible than the master of magnetism.”&nbsp; His tone is sincere to his old friend, and he hopes he will heed them. <br><br>Gambit moves towards the naked woman… what a surprise… and Piotr sighs as he looks in the direction Captain America and Magneto went. He frowns to himself as he watches them in the short distance, for a moment his mind wandering back towards the problem of where they can go. Where they can be hidden away from the enemy… hidden away… his eyes widen as he remembers a painful part of his past. The first time he had ever killed a man.. there was so much death all around him… it was one of the first time he had ever bore witness to a massacre… it was when he was gravely injured… <br><br>His body flinches as the girl screams, what the heck did Gambit do to her?! He turns to face them both, his eyes flicking left to right looking for dangers… watching for Magneto.. but nothing seems to be assaulting her. He knows there is nothing he can do to help, to stop her pain. But just like that.. she faints. He gives a doubting look towards Gambit, and then back towards the girl. He moves closer to the girl and Gambit, towering over them as he then looks towards Captain America&nbsp; &nbsp; “Captain.. the Morlock Tunnels.. they run under much of New York. If we go there to hide.. I do not think anyone not familiar with the tunnels could find us, they are vast and like a labrynth. I can carry the girl..”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 14:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18dxgtfv8psuajpg/ku-medium.jpg) </div><hr> <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong> Magneto&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Max Eisenhardt, Magnus White King/Grey King<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; himself, mutantkind<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; New York <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Captain America, Spider-Man, Streak, The Raven Queen, Gambit &amp; Colossus<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Erik Lehnsherr had not become the world's most feared terrorist by meekly falling in stride whenever someone wanted a word. Rogers, however, did have a point: they needed to talk. <br><br>An amused smile curled when Captain America mentioned the Avengers. Ah yes, he remembered that little bunch of idealists who responded when things got out of hand. While he respected their strength Erik never had much tolerance for their idealist nonsense. If you wanted to gain the upper hand you struck first; that tactic had served him well for many years and he saw no reason to abandon it now.&nbsp; <br><br>A sidelong glance found Gambit and Colossus, and Magneto chuckled at their reaction, raising a gauntleted hand as if to scare small children. He returned his gaze to Captain America. "<strong>I can work with you,</strong>" he confirmed. "<strong>But I warn you, do not expect me to change my ways. I am who I am.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>We shall need a basis of operations,</strong>" Lehnsherr agreed. "<strong>And more to join our cause. But where you say 'gathering people', I say 'mutants'. Keep the humans safe if you must, but they must not come into contact with the enemy</strong>." <br><br>He gestured towards Raven Queen. "<strong>You heard the girl. She may have escaped but I ask you, Rogers, how many did not? Where you see 'humans' I see potential enemies, recruits for Apocalypse.</strong>" He paused briefly to let his words register. When he spoke again, his voice betrayed no emotion. "<strong>I'd advocate killing them before Apocalypse gets his hands on them, but I know when good advice is wasted and not even I can get them all in time. The only other option is making sure Apocalypse underlings won't find them either.</strong>"<br><br>When the raven girl screamed Magneto spun in a blur of red and purple. Raising clawed fingers to the sky, he was ready to deal with whatever danger was upon them. His eyes scanned the skies but when he found nothing, he lowered his hand. The gaze that dwelled upon the girl was laden with contempt. "<strong>How that one escaped, I will never know</strong>," he commented.<br><br>His gaze switched from Raven Queen to the two X-men. It didn't surprise him to find Gambit near the woman. "<strong>You might want to keep your friend away from her</strong>," he advised the Russian X-man. "<strong>For all our sakes.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>That isn't a bad idea.</strong>" He agreed when Colossus suggested the Morlock tunnels. "<strong>First thing we'll require once we're settled is a lab. Basic equipment will suffice. I want to take a closer look at that syringe as soon as possible.</strong>" Magneto looks over at Captain America. <strong>"You won't need a chemist. I am here."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LordMing</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 06:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn3/Halfbakedone/avengers-captain-america1.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;Steven Rogers<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Captain America<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Everyone in the Area<br><br></span></span><hr>Steve took in what everyone was saying within his earshot, sorting information on a tactical and strategic level.&nbsp; Magneto was the one he was concerned about, the mutant mastermind was ruthless, and his comments lent nothing to change that opinion.&nbsp; He understood the X-Mens trepidations about the man but Cap remembered a time when Russia had been the allies potential enemy that turned to the side of the allies when they realized they had been had.&nbsp; Besides it was easier to keep track of his actions if they were working together.&nbsp; His only distraction was Spider-Mans call, and transmission.&nbsp; The enemy was organizing, it would be genocide of all who would not serve Apocalypse, human and mutant.&nbsp; He looked at the dried blood on his gauntlets, good people had died trying to stop this, hell even to slow it down, in vain so far.&nbsp; He saw the faces of Dum Dum Dugan, Frenchy, Dolan, Nick Fury, Bucky, Jack Monroe, Bill Nasland, Jeff Mace, Peggy and Sharon Carter, and so many others who had died either in war or from the aftershocks of it.&nbsp; He thought back to a time when he was a soldier, fighting an enemy that was dead set on wiping out anyone who disagreed with them, and his breathing changed, his demeanor shifted.<br><strong><br>"I want to take a closer look at that syringe as soon as possible."</strong> Magneto looked over at Captain America. <strong>"You won't need a chemist. I am here."</strong> And Cap looked up at Magneto as he strode over to a fallen SWAT officer and removed his sidearm, holster and his M-4A1.&nbsp; "I know you have a hate on for humanity, I can't argue that with you, I won't debate it.&nbsp; But I Will remind you that you were subject to something similar to bring you under the enemies control.&nbsp; That means Mutants, as well as Humans can be controlled by whats in that vial.&nbsp; You want to work on it, that's fine, first we need a place, and Spider-Man just sent me images that show our enemy is on the move." He walks straight up to Magneto, jaw set, eyes dark.&nbsp; "Until we find a cure, anyone who fights on the side of Apocalypse is an enemy, our rules of engagement are clear, hostility is to be met with lethal force.&nbsp; For now we fall back to the Morlock Tunnels, if we're lucky I can pop open&nbsp; a couple of caches I know about along the way.&nbsp; Whoever knows the way, take point and keep your eyes open.&nbsp; Otherwise, blasters towards the center, civilians in the center, powerhouses at front and back.&nbsp; Fliers stay low and keep your eyes open.&nbsp; Engage only if you must.&nbsp; Spider-Man?"&nbsp; Steve touched the earpiece as he called the wall crawler.&nbsp; "Bring it on back son, we're falling back to the tunnels."&nbsp; Turning he looked over at Streak.&nbsp; "You, fella with the laser eyes, I don't know you, but you're acting like an ally, so for now I'm willing to consider you as such.&nbsp; Welcome to the team, if you want to join up."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 17:09:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.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; Kevin Taylor<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>STREAK</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Colossus, Spider-Man, Gambit, Captain America, Raven Queen, Magneto, Segwaying to Emma<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Streak stood impassively as those around him spoke, watching and waiting for any more foes to appear.&nbsp; The longer they stayed in the open, the more likely they would be attacked again.&nbsp; He stayed out of the drama developing between Magneto and Gambit, not knowing the background, though both men seemed haughty to his eyes.&nbsp; It wasn't until he saw a familiar energy envelop the one calling herself Raven Queen, and she screamed, falling to the ground.&nbsp; He tilted his head, curious as to what had happened.&nbsp; He didn't even recall the woman being in contact with his eye beams, but he could be mistaken.&nbsp; His energy had certainly never done that before.&nbsp; He spoke calmly as he regarded the woman, stepping toward her form which now lay on the ground.<br><br><strong>"Is she ok?"</strong><br><br>Then he was addressed by the star spangled hero, and he offered a nod in turn.&nbsp; He considered himself an ally to those who counted evil as their enemies.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure if he would classify himself as truly <em>good</em> any longer, however... he had done too much in the name of the greater good, made sacrifices when he had to.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if half of those gathered could do the same when push came to shove.&nbsp; The purple and maroon garbed man calling himself Magneto, perhaps.&nbsp; He replied to Captain America, his voice unwavering.<br><br><strong>"I will do everything in my power to assist your cause.&nbsp; I"-<br></strong><br>Then it happened, a telepathic plea for help unheard by the others in the vicinity thanks to the magnetic field generated by the self styled Master of Magnetism.&nbsp; It was very possible that whatever force guided the man who called himself Streak <em>wanted</em> him to hear this.&nbsp; He looked up and had been about to say something when he vanished in a hail of azure energy, gone as though he was never there... only the crater he had left any indication that the man was indeed real.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chasseybaby</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 04:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/4bbde5e8-e728-4a71-8653-9f93386d674f_zpsb823a679.jpg?t=1369882308)</div><hr>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: </strong> Mary Jane<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title: </strong>Lynx<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation: </strong>Resistance<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location: </strong>New York City, uptown<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags: </strong> Spider- man, Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Mary Jane took another step and felt her weak limb falter under her as she dropped to one knee and hissed as the pain of the drop shot up her leg. She had been walking for days and was so tired and hungry. She let her eyes take in her surrounding still shell shocked at the destruction and devastation that had accrued while she had been captured. She could faintly recognize where she was, her newly advanced memory kicking in and painting the picture of a bustling street with open shops and people hurrying on their way to appointments or work. The image of Peter and her walking down the very same street hit her and she could recall them just out on a stroll, eating ice cream and talking about a movie they saw. She focused in on his face, like the thirst for water. Soaking in the way his smile lit up his face, how his eyes shined as they looked down at her, lovingly. God she missed him. Tears sprang to her eyes as the vivid image melted away and she was left looking at the aftermath of Apocalypse’s attack. Why? Why did this have to happen? So much pain and suffering… They screams of the people she saw dying echoed in her ears that she had to cover them in an attempt to block them out. She dared not close her eyes knowing her memory would only plague her with the faces of those poor souls who didn’t survive the serum. Her breathing were in short uneven pants as the screams only got louder. She suddenly realized it was her own voice screaming and she dropped her shaky hands to her sides as her mouth closed. She knelt there a moment gathering her shattered thoughts. She raised her hand and wiped her wet, dirty face, willing her body to stop shaking. Taking deep even breaths, she knew staying calm was the only way to keep her seizures from accruing while out in the open like she was. With only a few more pills to last her, she didnt think she was ready for a surprised attack. Unlike most of the judgment survivors Mary Jane was a bit of a defect, her body changing caused her brain the inability to create enough serotonin. The scientists in the judgment camp, where she was given the serum, thought her an oddity and wanted to study her to see why her body rejected and accepted the changes. She was given so many tests, was poked and pronged, and even stripped naked for them to examine like a lab rat. She could even remember the disappointed face of the commander of the camp, staring down at her body seized up helplessly on the training mat she was fighting on. Those cold eyes showed nothing but discussed as he moved on to the next mutant. The hunger in her stomach turned to anger as she remembered how humiliated and weak she felt, like a caged animal. She would have her revenge, she would strap each one of those heartless men in white coats down and show them what real pain was. Closing her eyes she shook her head.&nbsp; But she was free now and she couldn’t dwell on her inability to change the past or strike revenge, not when she was so close to home. <br><br>She pushed herself up and leaned against an overturned car and inspected her bleeding knee. She held her bottom lip between her teeth as she took a corner of her wool coat and wiped away the dirty and grime that had coated her skin. Her clothes, if they could even be considered clothes were things she had either stolen or found on her journey. A small simple hooded wool swear coat and black pants. Her shirt was lost when she had fell out of a tree escaping the camp within an inch of her life. Her cotton white bra was now rubbed in dirty and was a bit frayed. She was lucky to find boots, even though they were a size too big. She saw her scrape was nothing, and looking looked worse then what it was, and hobbled over too a trashed store. She peered in, using her night vision eyes and sensitive hearing to see if any danger was inside. Once she was satisfied she hopped over the broken glass and started to rummage through what was left of the convenient store. <br><br>About fifteen minutes later she peeked her head back out, her leg wrapped in some make shift bandage, but her stomach still empty. The store was pretty bear, something she started expecting as she figured people would go crazy once the followers started snagging people off the streets and destroying property. She stepped out again onto the sidewalk just as a scream pierced through the dangerous streets. Her head whipped to the sound that was probably coming from about four blocks away, form what her ears could tell. Her body tensed as the decision to help or be caught ran through her.&nbsp; No, she couldn’t go back. If anything she would jump off the empire state building before that happened. She turned her head and body in the opposite direction and took two long steps then stopped. But that woman could be saved. She didn’t have to go through what she did. She didn’t deserve to, and with MJ’s help she wasn’t going to either. Shuttering, she dropped her shoulders and turned to run and help the woman who had screamed. She pumped her arms as her body propelled through the ruble of New York. Her injured leg was on fire but she didn’t slow, and leaped over a crashed taxi without even stopping. <br><br>She rounded the corner just as she saw a man being glued to the wall by webbing. Her ragged breath caught in her throat as her eyes followed the webbing and stopped on an unfamiliar face. She hugged the corner hiding most of her body, but eyes stayed on the iron spider man who was finishing up with his good deed with a message. She wet her dry lips as she wondered if he was the Spider man she had known before or if he was just another one of Ironman’s robots. Gripping the brick wall did she move further into the alley, taking very slow and small steps. Her legs protested and she slide to concrete ground hard, so exhausted and spent by her little exert of energy. “Peter?” She whispered, unsure on if he would hear her, but so desperately wanting to see him again. To hold her close and case away the demons who had taken her life away. To kiss away the fear that had been lodged in her since her change. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 04:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Talia3.jpg)</div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Talia Josephine "T.J." Wagner</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Nocturne</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The Resistance, Excalibur</span>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">New York</span> <br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Open</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span></span><hr><br>T.J. was practicing with her group when they busted in. There was more then she could hope to take on by herself but she had tried as she sprung about the room with a flurry of punches and kicks. It didn't help much as one by one they had disappeared with the members of the Butt Monkeys... One dove forward trying to grab the indigo furred mutant but she had countered with an Enzuigiri to the back of the attackers head. As he stumbles forward Talia wraps and arm around his neck swinging herself around his upper torso before dropping back and driving him face first into the floor. Making a leap she flies towards another of the attackers&nbsp; and extends her legs into a dropkick sending the man stumbling back and falling onto the ground. Straddling his chest T.J. is going to let a punch fly when all sense of reality distorts and they are gone from the spot.<br><br>Moments later they reappear on some unknown rooftop as she stumbles back disorientated for a brief moment. That gives the man all the time he needs to drive her back towards the edge. Relying on instinct Talia falls back at the last moment wrapping one foot in front of his before bringing her other leg around into the back of his knee causing him to fall. There is a sickening crunch as skull meets brick for a brief moment and the still form slips over the edge. The moments after combat seem to drag on as Talia catches her breath and slowly makes her way back to her feet. Finally she turns as yellow pupiless eyes take in the city she is now in... It takes a moment for her to recognize New York or rather what's left of it.<br><br>The next question on Nocturne's mind is getting down from the roof top. Looking down she gages distance before letting out a sigh and sitting down to start undoing the leather calf length boots she wears. With them off she then ties the laces together and drapes them over her neck so she doesn't lose them. From a hidden slit in the back of her black leather pants a long tail appears to provide extra balance as she finally flips over the edge of the roof and stick to the side of the building with the micro-suction discs on her hands and feet. Crawling down she keeps progress of her movements before leaping and swinging off a flagpole towards a street light. This she swings from using her tail as Nocturne propels herself towards another light....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 12:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6mILIYV5k/T01qcLHu2tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W3yY5yA1HBw/s1600/Gambit.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; Remy LeBeau<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Gambit</strong><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance, X-men, himself<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;New York<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Raven Queen, Colossus, Magneto, Captain America <br><br></span></span><hr><br>Gambit backs away from the girl when the transformation starts, swirling the staff behind his hands. He hasn't forgotten the ravens yet and the blue glow over their black feathers adds to his discomfort. "<strong>No control over your powers, eh chere? <em>That</em>'s nothing new.</strong>" There's sympathy in his voice, and an odd kind of regret. <br><br>He shoots a last, suspicious look at Magneto before turning to Colossus, returning a nod to his Russian friend. "<strong>Gambit don trust many, mon ami, but you are one.</strong>"<br><br>Then the stranger disappears in a flash of energy that looks suspiciously like the woman's energy, leaving only the crater behind. "<strong>If dat is all his power, he better off elsewhere.</strong>" He comments drily as Streak disappears. The sudden disappearance doesn't sit well with him. He'd been willing to extend his trust to the stranger and he doesn't enjoy being proven wrong. <br><br>He lowers his voice and talks to Colossus while Raven Queen's on the ground and Captain America's helping him to a sidearm near Erik. "<strong>We have his back. And ours,</strong>" he indicates Captain America with a curt nod. He doesn't like how the woman's power signature matches that of Streak, and he likes Magneto's presence even less. Spiderman also seems to have gone, but he's confident that one will be back. But when? He likes to think he can trust Rogers. Piotr seems to think so, and the Russian's opinion holds weight with the X-man. But Rogers seems willing to work with Lehnsherr which is a huge mistake in Gambit's book. Nothing but trouble down dat road, he thinks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: MARVEL - A New Fate: NEW YORK CITY - Eastern US/Canada</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phaia</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 05:22:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Domino/raven%20queen/ravenqueen6_zps13709541.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; Jessica Roberts<br>&nbsp; <strong>Title:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <em>Raven Queen</em><br>&nbsp; <strong>Affiliation:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Neutral<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; New York City, --- Forest Hills suburb in Queens [Aunt May's House]<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Captain America, Colossus, Gambit, Magneto<br><br></span></span><hr><br><br>Jessica's mind and body felt chilled and on fire at once, swirling as energy flashed played behind her tightly closed eyes. Her arms hugged her knees as she laid on her side, this was different then the serum deeper and in some way she had a hard time explaining more organic as if it the very essence of creation and she was being created. When it faded she was left breathless, somehow as the Being called Streak had plunged to earth and destroyed one of her ravens that raven absorbed a tiny amount of the energy he had and when it returned to her own essence it brought that tiny bit along. It had taken a bit and interacted with the mutation she had been given but some subtle changes had happened. She blinked once then twice as almost a sense of what had changed slipped into her mind. It was like knowing what the color red looked like...hard to put a name on it but she just knew.<br><br>Slowly she rolled to her hands and knees not really realizing the image she gave to the men around her. A lovely nude woman on her hands and knees, her breasts and hard nipples swaying under her and her toned and&nbsp; trim body almost glistening with health and sensuality in a very primal way.<br><br>Slowly she stood and took a deep breath making her lovely breasts lift and fall. Her deep brown eyes looked around as her tongue flicked out to lick her lips and then she nodded and smiled. "I am ready to aid and scout." Her eyes caught the blue ones of Captain America and her lips curved into an inviting smile, " I will handle the air"<br><br>With that she just seemed to spilt into 8 ravens all of them climbing and spreading out around the heroes. what they did not see was another raven 'her familiar' form behind the roofs of a house and wing off very quick toward the city. She had things to report and people to see.<br><br><hr><br>-A gathering storm-<br><br>Sebastian Shaw strode among the wreakage that was New York City, gathering to him the new mutate's of Apocalypse. He had already nearly a score plus those he had chosen to bring with him and with those he pushed off, hurrying to close on those 'heros' that stood in the way of a new world order. His mind burned with the desire to follow the master yet deeper down he fought to get free, to be the one in charge and not some freak follower that was controlled. So as he gathered forces and marched that deep part plotted and wondered.... <em>'how did Magneto get free?'</em>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>