Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 16:43:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Main Story Arcs</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--NOGXk2Rt--/c_scale,fl_progressive,q_80,w_800/pn6mwgctx2jnbednzpld.jpg)</div><br>In this thread, important story arcs/main story events shall take place and be recorded to help the writers old and new keep track of the in-game history that has transpired. At the completion of each arc, the arc will be listed below beneath “Completed Arcs” with a summary of the action and key events that have already occurred in that specific arc. By doing this, writers who are forced to step away due to personal situations IRL can always return and read up on any events that they feel they might have missed. Extraordinary X-men&nbsp; is a Freeform type game which is post by post story telling by its members.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 17:39:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pm1.narvii.com/5836/a61c6e41a7abc26c8b3d7234febdd01e2afdc56b_hq.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ororo Munero (Storm) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07th of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> New Xmen uniform (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine/Magma/Rush/Nightcrawler/Shrike <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/the-xmen-roleplay/images/4/47/War_Room.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20130706212040)</div>Ororo was down in the X-mens war-room scanning through the computer system which had been built by the X-men Beast/Hank McCoy and Forge. Sat in her chair with her back to the doors she scanned on a specific area of the globe she was looking to find a particular individual. Rachel Grey, former X-man and now the host of the all powerful and all Dangerous Phoenix Force. Rachel had come to this school, this safe heaven for mutants and attacked the X-men and stole from them. She stole Cerebra which was the X-mens tracking device to find new Mutants around the globe. Rachel, Phoneix, whatever she was now was recruiting mutants and brining them to Japan, more specifically the floating myatical island known only as Tian. The X-men had fought in Tian once before, it was truly a beautiful place but it was&nbsp; technically not a aprt of anywhere which meant it wasn't properly governed by anyone. This meant anything could happen there, even murder and no one would be prosecuted for it. PHOENIX had taken it for its own new home and was saying it was a *Mutant Safe HEAVEN* not even SHEILD could go in and touch it. Ororo had called up Nick Fury to see if he would do something about it, send in a team, maybe the Avengers, but no one was wiling to challenge her. <br><br>The last time the Avengers faced the Phoenix force things nearly ended very badly for everyone involved. Storm had tried to get hold of Wanda Maximoff the Scarlet Witch who had faced the Phoenix force before and lived. She even had the power to banish it it to another galaxy, even for a time. But Wanda no longer saw herself as&nbsp; Mutant but rather a Inhuman when her true parentage was revealed she and her brother Pietro were NOT the children of Magneto as they had believed for so many years. So they couldn't call on Wanda to fight this battle for them, not that she would have done anyway, she was after all, a former member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. The Brotherhood didn't exist now which was a strange thought that was taking some getting used to. Magneto had called a truce with the X-men after Xaviers death and he was now an ally, as was Mystique and Sabretooth. <br><br>Although how long would this truce between them last? Magneto always had his goals and ambitions for the Mutant race and now the Inhumans were on the scene it was making the world a very crowded place indeed. Still the X-men needed allys, the Fantastic Four were no more and the Avengers scatterd. The only ones which they could truly count on was themselves. Even merc types like Cable, Domino and Deadpool were now favourable ally's. Ororo needed to keep the school&nbsp; safe for Charles memory and she needed all the assistance she could get. Logan, Piotr, Kurt, Betsey and Amara were god sends for her. They kept the X-men alive and Goddess above was she thankful for that. But they needed to stop Rachel, they needed to get Cerebra back and so they could properly run the school and keep Charles dream alive. They needed a way into Tian to confront Phoenix and they needed to have power behind them, she asked Logan to reach out to as many of the X-family as he could find. Gambit, Bishop, Multiple Man, Dazzler, Polaris, Havok, Magik and al the others. They needed them here at the school wiling to fight for Charles memory. The Phoenix force was all consuming and they would need as many X-men on side as they could possibly get. But not just that, they needed more teachers here at the school to bring it together. Xaivers death had really torn the family apart and Storm was determined to get them back together again. Even if it dam well killed her. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.comicsbulletin.com/main/sites/default/files/soapbox/images/0810/axm2716-17sm.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 17:54:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Psylocke-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Exiles-3-f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Elisabeth *Betsey* Bradock/Psylocke <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black lather jackett, white tight vest top. Purple leather jeans, black leather belt, high heeled black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Colossus&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Been a Child of the Atom was difficult, living in such a world which hated and feared you. Betsey was used to it by now, she was used to the pain and the suffering which came with being a member of Xaviers students. But the Professor was gone now, and his *Children* were now adults trying to make sense of the world they lived in. Psylocke knew where her place was in the world when she had to fight, she got it, she understood it. She didn't mind slicing through Sentinels if it meant keeping the world safe. She had returned to the X-men after a time following Cable around the globe on one of his missions. Cable had a much more aggressive outlook to saving the mutant race. Part of it appealed to Psylockes violent nature, she hated that she had it in her but she did. She was starting to accept part of her was a killer, just like Cable himself. Nathan said the ends justified the means and that they had to make these sacrifices so the next generation of mutants could be free. Truth was, Psylcoke had gotten addicted to killing. When they went up against Apocalypse X force was left with some very difficult decisions. But Betsey was able to reconcile those things in her mind, she wanted to save her love. Warren Worthington the Third aka Archangel of the X-men. He was a puppet of Apocalypse, his horseman and he had a hold on him. Wolverine lead a team of them to break Warren free, but it was too late, he was lost to them. Her heart broke into a million pieces as she held her Warrens lifeless body but she was happy he found peace. If a heaven did infact exist she knew that Warren would be there, that God would forgive him and embrace him back. One of her fellow X-men Kurt Wagner was religious, he had prayed with Elisabeth after Warren died, had a church on the school grounds. Betsey went a few times and prayed with Kurt, but she felt nothing. But for Kurts sake she said what he needed to hear and even shed a tear. But inside all Psylocke felt was an empty black hole. But she knew the Nightcralwer was in pain too for his fallen friend and she played along for politeness sake.<br><br>Kurt had prayed for Xaviers soul too, for Scott and Jeans lost souls. But with Teenage versions from the past of Cyclops and Jean running around it was hard to really comprehended they were truly gone. Rachel Grey who had been close to Kurt was now possessed by the Force of Phoenix and it was becoming pretty clear the X-men might have to end her for good. Logan seemed as reside to this as she was, Ororo wanted to find another way and the others just seemed in denial about the whole thing. Since she returned to The X-men&nbsp; and jumped back into her peacekeeping ways, she made a vow to her friend Ororo she would NOT KILL. It was a hard line to cross but luckily she had Wolverine here on the team to help guide her way. He understood the rage that she had inside as he had fought his own bloodlust all his long life.&nbsp; She appreciated any advice the grunt had for her when she was face to face with her enemies. She took her old bedroom back at the school and was teaching the students English Language and Japanese. She wasn't the only one in pain, her team-mate Piotr Rasptuin was not only mourning the los of their brethren but his heart as aching for his lost love. Kitty Pryde, who now was of in space and living a whole new life without him. Piotr and Kittys romance hadn't been too dissimilar to hers and Warrens. They were together, then they weren't, then they were together again. Been a Mutant freedom fighter defiantly took a toll on romance.&nbsp; <br><br>Kitty was gone and Warren was gone and they needed to stop ben so depressed and move on. Betsey had ben taking time teaching students Shrike and Rush who both showed the most promise in the Danger Room sessions but she needed a night off. So she had showered and got changed into something nice, made her feel attractive and headed down the hall to Colossus bedroom. She knocked on the door, she wanted a drink, a glass of wine and some conversation, it wasn't seen as a good example to drink infront of the kids so she planned to go down the road to Harrys hideaway and have a drink with Piotr, he would say no at first but she was sure her push up bra could convince him otherwise. She could hear the Television on in his room and Betsey pushed the door open to find him inside watching something. "Knock Knock." She said in that smooth English accent of hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 18:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://xn--80aaeztjkj0c.xn--p1ai/uploads/posts/2011-02/thumbs/1297414052_danielcudmore_medium.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top. Blue jeans, black leather belt, black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Psylocke&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Piotr was at yet another cross roads in his life. Once again it was like life or God had just pulled the rug from under him after he put everything on the line and lost more than he thought he could bear.&nbsp; After all the deaths, when everything had settled he felt he still had Kitty but she left him. He was alone like he’d never been before and for a time he just went numb. <br><br>He hadn’t been able to paint in weeks; he just went through the motions in training and teaching. The numbness had faded now like coming out of shock and the pain was settling in. He’d been through this before, way too many times now. He knew what he had to do. Wake up, shower, get dressed, work, eat, and go to sleep, repeat until you begin to feel normal again.<br><br>He had been doing that. Tonight he even went a little further and made himself presentable. It was the first time he’d shaved in a week and was now considering a beard but wasn’t sure if it would suit his face. Unfortunately he had gotten no further than dressing up. The gumption to go out of their home just seemed out of reach so he sat down and put on some mindless television. <br><br>When Betsey came into his room and actually said ‘knock knock’ it made him smile; her accent always sent pleasant shivers up his spine. The outfit she was wearing made him sit up in bed and take notice. She was one of the most beautiful women on earth any red blooded man would take notice the moment she paid any attention to him. “Am I to ask ‘who is there’?” he says in the deep voice of his Russian accent. “You look..” extremely sexy. “..like you are going somewhere?” he notes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>burntheart</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 23:11:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://teenchive.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emma-roberts-beautiful-skin-dark-hair.jpg)</div> <strong>Character Name:</strong> Adelia Martinson aka Rush<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: July 7, 2016 5PM ish<br><strong>Location:</strong> Upstage New York, Somewhere on the open road<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark wash jeans, biker boots, black bike chaps, white tank top, colorful purple silk scarf around her neck, bike goggles.&nbsp; <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Adelia sighed in contentment as she flew up the winding stretch of highway in New York on her bike. She had missed riding and since things had calmed down she found herself more able to 'escape' the school and get some riding time in. She had been in New York for about a month but she had enjoyed her short time at the school immensely. She had settled into her room that she was sharing with Amara quite nicely, although she seldom spent any time in it, well, at least not at night, she never slept so what was the point in bumbling around in it and keeping Amara awake? The whole mess with the freaking crazy fiery lady right after she had arrived had been a little nuts but she was now happy to say that, other than the constant threat of the fiery lady doing something evil, life was rather nice at the moment. The adjustment period had been a little long, being that she wasn't used to the whole place yet, but at night she could head to the lake and fish if she had nothing better to do or if she didn't feel like watching tv for hours on end, and the fishing at the lake was surprisingly good. <br><br>She had managed to even pack on a few pounds since she had arrived at the school and the same pair of jeans that was fitting her loosely when she arrived were now snug and her plentiful curves had decided to show themselves again. Having 24/7 access to a fully stocked pantry probably had a lot to do with that. The rest of her belonging had shown up in boxes via the mail and she now had her full range of sizes in her wardrobe, which was something she was thankful for. <br><br>Since it was summer her class load was relatively light so she spent a lot of time exploring the area around the school, which included the woods. She also spent a lot of time in the garage lusting after most of the vehicles that were in it. She had found her way to the stables as well and being around the horses helped a lot when she started to feel homesick, after all, she had more or less grown up on horseback, never had spent much time in an english saddle but she had since she showed up here. If she was stressed or couldn't think straight or felt like she was going to have a mental breakdown she would go to the stables and pitch in and start brushing down the horses or mucking out stalls, and often times she could be found sleeping in the haymow. It was one of the only places that she could get to sleep, and no one ever bothered her while she was there. <br><br>As she was contemplating her time spent at the school she smiled and headed towards the school, her bike tearing up the miles. When she reached the school she parked her bike in the garage, the empty spot in the garage becoming familiar to her and there was something about it that just brought calm to her. She shucked her chaps and left them draped over the seat of her bike and hung her goggles on the handlebars. It was good to be back. She walked back to the school and headed to the kitchen, it may have only been a few hours since she last ate but her metabolism was rather demanding. <br><br>Once in the kitchen she headed to the fridge and started to rifle around for food, and it looked like an egg salad sandwich was what was on the menu. She slapped on together and then took a seat at the island with her sandwich, a glass of milk, and most of a bag of tortilla chips with queso. Mmmm, she did love queso. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 03:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.herinterest.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2aeefa1ba176e0b26b64979a1c25f2af.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; ((17:00 PM), 07th of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm any others present <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Christopher felt almost naked out of his body armour but with no training currently scheduled and no immediate threat, there was no reason for him to wear it.&nbsp; That didn't mean he didn't miss it.&nbsp; Without it, he looked like one of the newer students, rather than one of the oldest.&nbsp; Twice in the hall that day alone he'd encountered two boys and, astonishingly, one girl, that had tried to bully him based solely on his size.&nbsp; He'd arranged to meet they (all three!) at the lake later that evening, to 'settle' things.<br><br>He almost missed the open door to the War Room.&nbsp; Christopher was keenly aware of how exceptionally attractive the teachers at the school were; they frequently made it difficult to pay attention.&nbsp; Even the villainous Rachel Grey, she who had virtually demolished half the school had been a scorching hot ten on a scale of ten.&nbsp; Storm? Yeah, there was another ten.&nbsp; If he hung around the school much longer, it was likely that no normal woman would be able to measure up.<br><br>Storm seemed intent on scanning one particular region, comparing three or four satellite images to each other.&nbsp; Aerial surveillance was something he was a (self declared) expert on, so he dared venture into the room to offer his help... and to get a much closer look at the very tight costume Storm was wearing.<br><br>"Miss Monroe?&nbsp; Is there anything I can do to help?"&nbsp; He paused for a moment.&nbsp; "Maybe for some extra credits?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 04:21:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pm1.narvii.com/5836/a61c6e41a7abc26c8b3d7234febdd01e2afdc56b_hq.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ororo Munero (Storm) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07th of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> New Xmen uniform (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine/Magma/Rush/Nightcrawler/Shrike <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/the-xmen-roleplay/images/4/47/War_Room.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20130706212040)</div><br>Ororo was looking for ways in, ways into Paradise so she could take down a former friend, the Phoenix force needed to be destroyed but she wasn't sure how. Maybe someone magical like Illyana could stop Rachel and banish that all consuming entity to another realm of existence.&nbsp; She looked up to see one of the students had joined her here in the Danger Room, it was Christopher Hayes aka Shrike, he was improving as a student, he was as talented in the sky as Warren Worthington had been. He asked if he could help her with anything, that he could gain extra credit for offering his services. She smiled sadly, he was eager keen, as young Bobby Drake had been when he first joined the school. She crossed her arms over he ample chest and looked at him, he wanted nothing more then to be a good student, she could see that in his eyes. She also was very aware of his crush on her the way he was checking her out in her uniform. <br><br>"A warm cup of coffee wouldn't go a miss Christopher." She said as she gestured over to the food area where there was a coffee pot. She said as she turned and looked back at the screen and the secret area of Tian. "You have been a solid student here, don't think we haven't noticed, we have. Psylocke tells me you show great promise in the Danger Room training sessions. The world id a dangerous place, no more then ever with the growing threats against our people. The Phoenix force is only one of many dangers that the X-men face. Sinister, the Reevers, Sentinels, Friends of Humanity and now the Inhumans, time may come soon when we look to you to protect youre fellow students." <br><br>She wasn't trying to scare him but she couldn't afford to tip toe around these students as they had in the past. He would need to be strong and ready for whatever the future would bring. But she had confidence in him and also in his friend Adelia Martinson aka Rush who was also showing great promise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 04:33:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Psylocke-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Exiles-3-f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Elisabeth *Betsey* Bradock/Psylocke <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black lather jackett, white tight vest top. Purple leather jeans, black leather belt, high heeled black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Colossus&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>She knew Piotr was attracted to her, one of the benefits (or curses) of being a telepath. She knew he thought she looked sexy, that made her feel good. Piotr was a very handsome man and having his attention did wonders for her low self esteem. She had always had a secret thing for Piotr how could she not? The man was the definition of tall dark and handsome he had a smile which could melt a girls heart. But he had this whole tortured soul thing going on, he was an artist, painter and as such had that tortured way about him. He was creative and she found that very attractive, back when she first joined the X-men she was attracted to him. She flirted with him in her very chaste way (she was a different woman back then, literally in a different body). When they were livening in Australia they became close friends and she even let him paint her in the nude. <br><br>But he had been with Kitty Pryde and although she never really knew the phasing X-woman she didn't feel she could pursue him. But it was plain to see that Kitty and Piotr were well and truly over, she was off in space these days. You couldn't get more long distance then that. She could sense he still missed her but at the same time he knew it was finally over. It was like things between her and Warren, she loved Warren part of her always would but it was over between them, it had to be, for her sanity if nothing else. <br><br>Betsey moved into the room stuffing her hands in her back jean pockets as she looked directly at the handsome Russian man. "I need a drink, and I was thinking its been a long time since I went down the road to Harrys Hideaway, what do you think? A glass of ice cold vodka on me?" She knew that he drank occasionally mostly when he was with his closest friends Logan and Kurt, but she hadn't seen him drink in awhile. Elisabeth herself was craving a large glass of red wine. Harrys was a safe heaven foe the X-men, his bar was always open to Mutants a real ally to them. The X-men had many happy times in his bar over the years. Things had been so dam depressing here lately she needed a pick me up.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 05:01:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://xn--80aaeztjkj0c.xn--p1ai/uploads/posts/2011-02/thumbs/1297414052_danielcudmore_medium.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top. Blue jeans, black leather belt, black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Psylocke&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>When she comes into the room he can smell the shampoo she used…it was the same one she used when he painted her nude and that scent immediately brings that memory vividly back to his lonely mind. Whatever happened to that painting? Was it destroyed during some attack? The urge to paint her nude again immediately springs to mind.<br><div class="floatright">(http://65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltr6pfSW6Y1qcqf1mo1_1280.jpg)</div> <br>He shouldn't be thinking those thoughts; just because he was lonely and broken up over losing Kit..Katherine, he refused to use the pet name for her even in his own mind anymore. In any case just because he was broken up over someone didn't mean he should infringe on her and ...Warren was as absent from Betsey's life every bit as much as Katherine was from his own. Why did that thought give him hope? It wasn't right to be happy that a woman as sensual and beautiful as Betsey was alone. She was his close friend, he'd been able to talk with her about everything that went on in his mind and was there for her whenever she needed him.<br><br>He wants to go and even rises so he’s sitting on the bed, but she just said she could use a drink to cheer up and he was pretty sure that his mood would have the exact opposite affect but when she mentioned having an ice cold vodka on her he took that literally for a moment picturing her in one of her scandalously tight bikini’s with the condensation running down the cold glass onto her skin. He had to shake that off. “Krasivaya Betsey ..” [beautiful] “..I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be very good company.” his accent coming out strongly as he concentrates on not picturing her in her bikini…she is a telepath after all. He does want to go, when she asked it brought up his spirits in a surprising way, it felt wrong to be the one to bring her down to his level when he was wallowing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 17:36:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Psylocke-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Exiles-3-f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Elisabeth *Betsey* Bradock/Psylocke <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black lather jackett, white tight vest top. Purple leather jeans, black leather belt, high heeled black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Colossus&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>She could sense he was thinking of that intermit time they shared in Australia too, it was killing her how attracted to him she was and she knew he felt the same way. But she knew that Kitty had burned him good and those wounds were going to take some time to heal. Betsey wouldn't push him, he was still her friend and it wasn't fair that she had the advantage of telepathy. She made a decision to shut her mind off from his and what he was thinking. She walked towards him her hips swaying from side to side, she knew how to work her womanly charms to get what she wanted. He protested that he wouldn't be very good company. She smiled and reached up with her left hand and caressed his handsome face, fingers running down that strong jawline. He had grown his hair out alittle, she liked it, it as different, she liked long hair on a man. <br><br>"Well id appreciate the view if nothing else." She flirted with him in a bold and outright manner. "Seriously Piotr all we seem to do is hide in our rooms and wallow in self pity. Yes we have lost people yes the world is STILL an unforgiving place for mutants but what can we do? Charles would want us to go out and live our lives, laugh again, have fun just be people and not just X-men. I know you do the brooding tortured soul of an artist thing and you do it very well but I miss the old Piotr, the one that used to laugh and have fun." She said as she tilted her head to the left and looked deep into his eyes. "Its just a drink Piotr, down the road at our local pub. Nothing too extreme or extravagant, just a nice drink which we both would enjoy. She was steadfast and determined, she was going to get her own way with this one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 00:52:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://xn--80aaeztjkj0c.xn--p1ai/uploads/posts/2011-02/thumbs/1297414052_danielcudmore_medium.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top. Blue jeans, black leather belt, black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Psylocke&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>Piotr looked up into her lavender eyes for a moment. It was respectful and all but when she bent over to trace his jawline with her finger like that her impressive cleavage was right at eye level and he’d go hard as steel in the regular way for a man looking at a beautiful woman if he kept staring. The walk over with the hips and the…stop. He needed to deal…just like she was saying.<br><br>“Am I really such a cliche?” he asks looking straight into her eyes. “I was hoping to have a little more depth than the guys drawing with chalk on the sidewalks.” he says trying for some humor. <br><br>He pushes off from the bed causing his chest muscles and arms to bulge out. He may have been wallowing in self pity but he was torturing himself working out in the gym and Danger Room. He stands towering over her looking down. “Very well Betsey. I’ll just grab my jacket and we’ll have some vodka on you.” he smiles trying for her. “But if I get drunk you are carrying me home and tucking me in.” he jokingly warns her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 03:31:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.herinterest.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2aeefa1ba176e0b26b64979a1c25f2af.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; ((17:01 PM), 07th of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm any others present <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Christopher swelled with pride at her praise.&nbsp; He practically floated, without using his wings, over to the coffee maker.&nbsp; "How do you take it?" he asked, pouring a mug.&nbsp; Knowing how Storm took her coffee was, to him, one step short of knowing state secrets.&nbsp; It gave him a certain level of pride, having that one thing that few others had.&nbsp; "Black or with a little cream?"<br><br>His hand froze when he saw the ashy residue that dusted his fingers.&nbsp; He wiped it aside.&nbsp; Over the past week, he'd found three feathers that were grey, rather than black.&nbsp; Each of them crumbled to dust when he'd examined them.&nbsp; It puzzled, rather than worried him.&nbsp; His feathers were carbon fiber, rather than actual keratin.&nbsp; Obviously he'd encountered something that had dripped on him that he wasn't aware of.&nbsp; A few decent showers and he'd be fine.<br><br>"If you want to sneak onto a flying island, you'll need cover.&nbsp; Either a heavy fog or a heavy rain," he said.&nbsp; He'd shamelessly looked over her shoulder to see what she'd been doing.&nbsp; The view of her cleavage hadn't been exactly been unwelcome either.&nbsp; "The problem is, if you whip up that kind of weather, they'll know you're coming.&nbsp; If it happens naturally, they can't blame you for it, can they?"<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 16:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pm1.narvii.com/5836/a61c6e41a7abc26c8b3d7234febdd01e2afdc56b_hq.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ororo Munero (Storm) <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07th of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> New Xmen uniform (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Wolverine/Magma/Rush/Nightcrawler/Shrike <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/the-xmen-roleplay/images/4/47/War_Room.jpeg/revision/latest?cb=20130706212040)</div><br>Chris asked her how she took her coffee. "I like it black, the stronger the better, gives me more energy that way I find. Thank you Christopher." Ororo said as she glanced back at the screen where her enemy was, Phoenix, that dam cosmic entity that had caused the X-men s much pain over the years. Ever since it *saved* them on that dam space station and made a bond with her friend Jean Grey. It was a real deal with the devil not that they knew it back then. Phoenix came to them as a saviour, asking their help to contain the Mcron Crystal and then it chose to stay on Earth to learn about life in the guise of Jean Grey. The Phoenix force completely destroyed Jean and then five other mutants, the ones called the Phoenix Five, Cyclops, Emma Frost, Magneto, Illyanya Rasputin and her brother Colossus. The Phoenix chewed them all up and spat them out. Leaving each of them broken in their own way. Scott went mad and started a mutant revolution which the X-men were still trying to recover from to this day.<br><br>The Phoenix force once more bonded with Rachel Grey and was now seeking a mutant revolution which could end the species once and for all. It was clear Shrike was paying attention to the screen she was looking at and commented they would need weather change to sneak in. But that would indercate their arrival as everyone knew she manipulated the elements. Ororo just smiled as she turned around to face him, arms crossed and smiling. "The Phoenix force possess a telepath, she will know we are coming as soon as we get there. But I'm going over our options, looking into individuals who could go up against Rachel Grey and live." She paused before adding with a sombre tone as her smile faded quickly. "Its a short list."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>10-11-2016, 02:19:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.herinterest.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2aeefa1ba176e0b26b64979a1c25f2af.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; ((17:02 PM), 07th of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Storm any others present <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>"What is that island anyway?&nbsp; Some kind of mutant haven?&nbsp; Or just her secret lair?"&nbsp; He set the full cup of coffee on the table beside Storm.&nbsp; It was hard to imagine someone that the goddess of storms was unwilling to face.&nbsp; Then again, he'd seen the carnage that Rachel had left behind and how she'd thrown people around like so many rag dolls, even in the face of determined resistance.<br><br>"Does it need to be an individual?" he asked.&nbsp; "I mean, in the danger room, we're taught to work as a team, rather than a handful of individuals.&nbsp; You teach us to co-ordinate our attacks, rather than fight as individuals.&nbsp; Can we play to our strengths, rather than hers?&nbsp; When she attacked the school, nobody was prepared.&nbsp; What if we lure her off her little island and into a place where we <em>are</em> prepared?&nbsp; There has to be a way to draw her out without letting her know what we're up to.&nbsp; Maybe only let the person acting as bait know part of the plan?&nbsp; Or would she maybe be so overconfident that she'd come out anyway, even knowing it was a trap because she thinks she's powerful enough to be untouchable?"<br><br>Naive as he was, he thought he was making some helpful suggestions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>10-11-2016, 20:25:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Psylocke-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Exiles-3-f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Elisabeth *Betsey* Bradock/Psylocke <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black lather jackett, white tight vest top. Purple leather jeans, black leather belt, high heeled black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Colossus&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><br><hr> <br><br>Elisabeth smiled when Piotr asked if he was such a cliché, he was a tortured artist type, there was a reason women were drawn to them. She could see he was trying to be respectful, she did have on a push up bra and her breasts were already large and round. She was a double E to be exact with big round succulent bosoms which most men and some women tried not to ogle. Elisabeth had a good sense of humor and wasn't one of those women who fained embarrassment or false anger at being admired. Especially when the person who was doing the admireing was a handsome man like Piotr. <br>He was so unbelievably attractive, she had pleasured herself on more then one occasion thinking of him recently, she was just about crawling up the wall wanting some male attention to relieve her stress in the most pleasurable way one could do that. When he said “I was hoping to have a little more depth than the guys drawing with chalk on the sidewalks.” Betsey laughed and smiled at him. "An artist is an artist my friend. You find the beauty and the tragedy in life, its what makes you special."<br><br>Piotr then pushes off from the bed causing his chest muscles and arms to bulge out. Her eyes widened and she licks her bottom lip without thinking, he was so muscled, sculpted like a Greek God. He stands towering over her looking down. “Very well Betsey. I’ll just grab my jacket and we’ll have some vodka on you.” he smiles trying for her which she appreciated. “But if I get drunk you are carrying me home and tucking me in.” he jokingly warns her. The idea of tucking him in going around and around in her head. She would love nothing more then a cute drunk Piotr with her, but it took a mountain of booze to get a man his seize drunk. The idea of peeling his clothes off and getting him into bed was a nice image.<br><br>"Oh don't worry Piotr I'm stronger then I look. I don't break easily." She winked at him and headed towards his door she was letting him know she was no china doll, she was flirting with him and being suggestive, she was single and so was he, there was no harm in what they were doing.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>11-11-2016, 00:35:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b1/8c/e8/b18ce8d3532f6196d727cbd991f24959.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong>&nbsp; (17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br><strong>Location:</strong> Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black leather jacket, black tank top. Blue jeans, black leather belt, black boots (As pictured) <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Psylocke&nbsp; <br><strong>Warnings:</strong> None<br><hr><br>He chuckles at her comment about not breaking easily. "I've seen you fight a dozen ninja's and super powered foes all at once Elizabeth. I'm very aware of how much punishment you could withstand." he says looking down at her and getting an instant erection from her suggestive flirting. This of course began to make him think of them together, naked and sweating as they rolled around on his bed.<br><br>He turns towards his dresser hoping she didn't catch that. "I..want a different shirt. I've been sweating in this one for a few hours." he says pulling off his tank top and trading it for another after giving himself a few minutes to calm down a little and her a good look at him bare chested.<br><br>He grabs his jacket and takes a quick look in the mirror to make sure he's presentable. "I've been thinking of a beard." he tells her as he walks back to her and out of his room before he kept dwelling on the ideas that came unbidden to his mind. he offers her his arm because they are going out together and it just seemed natural. "Do you think one would suit me?" he asks as they walk down the hallway arm in arm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Extraodinary X-men RPG: Main Thread (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 17:51:34</strong>
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				Closed for now.
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