"One Universe" RPG thread.

Olcanucklehead said:
ARGGG! Helmet wearin freak got me good! Lota damage to cartalige and tendons, gona take a while to heal.....Now I see that new kid, Victor.....damn do I hate it that we have a student by that name......now I'm reminded that Sabretooth is still unconsious in the med bay. Can't let big boy here wake him up.......That damn kid is blastin at his helmet, but there is still one bolt left!

"......argghg.......HEY! SPARKY! Aim for the bolt! Its loose.....should.....be able to.....break it.......hurry up pal we aint got all day!"
<Cyclops>

I stand with the Professor when the Juggernaut climbs back out of the hole carrying Logan's limp body and than punch Bobby into the wall. The new kid I havent seen before is launching blasts at Juggy but hes' starting to look tired.

"......argghg.......HEY! SPARKY! Aim for the bolt! Its loose.....should.....be able to.....break it.......hurry up pal we aint got all day!"

I look at the last bolt on the back of the helmet, half sliced by Logan's claws. While the new guy keeps Juggy distracted I turn the dial on the visor and fire a pinpoint plast at the bolt cutting it the rest of the way off causing the helmet to fall to the ground.

"Hes' all your Professor!"
 
Venom160 said:
<Cyclops>

I stand with the Professor when the Juggernaut climbs back out of the hole carrying Logan's limp body and than punch Bobby into the wall. The new kid I havent seen before is launching blasts at Juggy but hes' starting to look tired.

"......argghg.......HEY! SPARKY! Aim for the bolt! Its loose.....should.....be able to.....break it.......hurry up pal we aint got all day!"

I look at the last bolt on the back of the helmet, half sliced by Logan's claws. While the new guy keeps Juggy distracted I turn the dial on the visor and fire a pinpoint plast at the bolt cutting it the rest of the way off causing the helmet to fall to the ground.

"Hes' all your Professor!"


"Hope you enjoy vegtables bub.....cuz yer about to be one."



He sure has a way with people......wait....whats that?

"Snif....Snif....What the?"

"Hehehe.....Hehehehehehehehe........"

"Oh god.......everybody get back inside! Were about to have a bigger problem than this dumb lug!"

"Whats the matter Jamey boy??......fraid I might have gotten free from them restraints, free from all them sedatives, and maybe I'm just a little pissed off when I woke up to find um?"

"PROFESOR! GET THE KIDS BACK! NOW!"

SNIKT!



 
The blue-glowing kid hits me in the face real good. Knocks me back a bit and the flash puts spots in my eyes. Can't see anything, but I can hear Logan talkin'. Dammit. Next time I'm rippin' his head off.

Just as my eyes clear, the kid hits me in the face again with blue energy again, and some red glow hits me from behind. I hear the noise of metal breaking as the blue energy knocks me back into the wall.

As my eyes clear I rub my head...and feel hair? ****!!! I open my eyes and look around.

Cain. Cain, listen to me. Cain...

Get out of my ****in' head Charles! Get the hell out now! I grab my helmet from the floor and clamp it back on my head. His voice stops. This is going bad. I've taken down two of 'em, but Logan'll just get up like he always does. And I can't fight while using one hand to hold my helmet in place. Got to end it now.

I bend my knees, and jump up to the top of the stairs. With one hand I pick Charles up by the front of his shirt and jacket, with the other I knock laser-face away. I hold him infront of me. "Ok, freaks. Attack me, you hurt your special prof." Then I bring Charles' face up to mine. "I can't hurt you like I wanted, brother, but I can kill you and sure hurt them. So, tell 'em to back off or I'm gonna make sure everyone can see those fancy brains of yours."

Charles doesn't even flinch. "No." Do not worry about me, my X-Men. Stop Cain, save the school.
 
"Oh my god! He's got the professor!" Victor yelled.

He raised his hands high into the air and prepared another blast. He wanted to blast the idiot, but he had the professor in tow. The professor's generosity was what got him here, and it was the professor who taught him how to use his powers. His death meant a lot more than an open teaching position. His hands ached with anticipation, they wanted to discharge the energy he had built up.

"Put him down scumbag, and I won't hurt you too bad!"
 
Olcanucklehead said:
He sure has a way with people......wait....whats that?

"Snif....Snif....What the?"

"Hehehe.....Hehehehehehehehe........"

"Oh god.......everybody get back inside! Were about to have a bigger problem than this dumb lug!"

"Whats the matter Jamey boy??......fraid I might have gotten free from them restraints, free from all them sedatives, and maybe I'm just a little pissed off when I woke up to find um?"

"PROFESOR! GET THE KIDS BACK! NOW!"

SNIKT!
No way! Creed's here? Now we're talkin'.

"Yo 'Tooth, keep the rugrats busy for a minute will ya? I've got an idea." I look at my dear brother. "You're gonna love this idea, Charles. You're gonna by my human shield. And you're going to watch as I bring this school to the ground."

Still holding onto Chucky, I jump down from the top of the stairs. "Just hold them for a while, Vic. Me and my brother are goin' to take the party further inside."

Trigger said:
"Oh my god! He's got the professor!" Victor yelled.

He raised his hands high into the air and prepared another blast. He wanted to blast the idiot, but he had the professor in tow. The professor's generosity was what got him here, and it was the professor who taught him how to use his powers. His death meant a lot more than an open teaching position. His hands ached with anticipation, they wanted to discharge the energy he had built up.

"Put him down scumbag, and I won't hurt you too bad!"

"Do me a favor and take that kid out first before you do Logan. He's been a real headache for me."
 
wiegeabo said:
No way! Creed's here? Now we're talkin'.

"Yo 'Tooth, keep the rugrats busy for a minute will ya? I've got an idea." I look at my dear brother. "You're gonna love this idea, Charles. You're gonna by my human shield. And you're going to watch as I bring this school to the ground."

Still holding onto Chucky, I jump down from the top of the stairs. "Just hold them for a while, Vic. Me and my brother are goin' to take the party further inside."



"Do me a favor and take that kid out first before you do Logan. He's been a real headache for me."


"Not a problem.....planned on havin some fun first anyway....hehehe.."

"CREED!....I don't think ya wana go doin that bub....have you forgotten already?.....You got thermal explosives impanted all over yer body! You **** with me and I'll personaly stick a claw in the one closest to your brain!"

"....Oh.....oh yea, realy?......Wait....do you mean these thermal explosives?"

He lifts his hand from his side and opens it, droping five or ten explosives to the ground.

"......*****..."

"Now.....apently one a yer tots has been givin Mr. Marko some trouble.....care to raise yer hand?"

"VICTOR! RUN!"

"Wha-....?...Oh, I get it.....aint that cute, we got the same name! Never killed anyone with MY name before.....hehehe....well, ya got try new things...RAAAAAWAGHGW!"

Before I can react Creed has sprung into the air, over my head and landed in front of the kid.

"Now.......scream if this hurts...."

He reaches up with his adimantium claws and slashes him across the chest. When he falls he grabs him by the leg and sinks his nails into his calf muscels.....and starts tearing downward..

"How about now?"

"CREEEEEEEEEEEEED!"

My back is finaly healed enough to make the jump, I spring up and slash him in the groin. He falls to the ground, I start tearin into his stomach....

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGGGGGH!"

I feel myself losin it.......slippin.....goin into a rage......dan't realy care......wana kill him......gona KILL HIM!

"THATS IT RUNT! LET LOSE! GIVE IT ALL YA GOT! LOSE YERSELF! LEME HAVE IT! COME ON! HEHEHE!"

I keep tearin, and tearin......forgot he got laced with adimantium.....I don't care, I'll tear through......I'LL KILL HIM!

"I'LL KILL YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!"
 
We leave the scene of the battle behind. Sounds pretty nasty back there. I can hear metal on something wet. Sounds like someone's losing their guts. I look back, but don't see anyone following us. Heh. Their probably to busy too busy keeping the blue kid from bleeding to death, and pulling Logan and Victor off of each other.

"Where are you taking me, Cain?"

I punch a couple of holes in the wall as I walk, trying to get a reaction out of Charles as I damage his precious school. "Figured I'd look around, find that computer you use to track mutants. I bet without that you'd be in some bad shape."

His expression doesn't change, as if what I'm doing doesn't even bother him. But I know it's eating him up inside, and I'm enjoying that. "It's just a thing. Things can be replaced. But lives cannot. Why do you hate me so much, Cain? What did I ever do to you?"

I just ignore him. Don't want to think about that stuff. "Just trust me, I've got good reason." Charles reaches out with his hands, but I hold him farther away. "Uh uh. No touching the helmet."


"What about the children, why harm them?"

"Tearin' into Wolverine is just plain fun. He's like a human punching bag. Well, a mutant punching bag. As for the kids, hurtin' them hurts you. And that's good for me. It's your fault they get hurt. Using kids to do your fighting for you. How pathetic is that?"

"I am just trying to teach them to survive in a world that wrongfully hates them."

"Ever thought that maybe they have good reason to hate mutants like you guys? That maybe you shouldn't be allowed to live?" We keep walking, and I leave a path of destruction in my wake.

"...Yes, yes I have." Got to admit, he got me with that one.

"What about you? You have powers too."

"Hey, I ain't no freak. I earned these powers because I was the best choice. Because I deserved them. You know that better than the rest. You were there."

"...Yes I was. But you could do so much good with your gift."

"Blah, blah, blah. This is gettin' boring, Charles. Everytime we have this conversation it gets more boring." I punch a wall, and notice there's a room behind it. No, not a room. An elevator. "Ooo, where does this go?" I punch a hole in the floor and jump down.
 
Olcanucklehead said:
"Not a problem.....planned on havin some fun first anyway....hehehe.."

"CREED!....I don't think ya wana go doin that bub....have you forgotten already?.....You got thermal explosives impanted all over yer body! You **** with me and I'll personaly stick a claw in the one closest to your brain!"

"....Oh.....oh yea, realy?......Wait....do you mean these thermal explosives?"

He lifts his hand from his side and opens it, droping five or ten explosives to the ground.

"......*****..."

"Now.....apently one a yer tots has been givin Mr. Marko some trouble.....care to raise yer hand?"

"VICTOR! RUN!"

"Wha-....?...Oh, I get it.....aint that cute, we got the same name! Never killed anyone with MY name before.....hehehe....well, ya got try new things...RAAAAAWAGHGW!"

Before I can react Creed has sprung into the air, over my head and landed in front of the kid.

"Now.......scream if this hurts...."

He reaches up with his adimantium claws and slashes him across the chest. When he falls he grabs him by the leg and sinks his nails into his calf muscels.....and starts tearing downward..

"How about now?"

"CREEEEEEEEEEEEED!"

My back is finaly healed enough to make the jump, I spring up and slash him in the groin. He falls to the ground, I start tearin into his stomach....

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGGGGGH!"

I feel myself losin it.......slippin.....goin into a rage......dan't realy care......wana kill him......gona KILL HIM!

"THATS IT RUNT! LET LOSE! GIVE IT ALL YA GOT! LOSE YERSELF! LEME HAVE IT! COME ON! HEHEHE!"

I keep tearin, and tearin......forgot he got laced with adimantium.....I don't care, I'll tear through......I'LL KILL HIM!

"I'LL KILL YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!"

The feral man slashed Victor across the chest and then dug his claws deep into Victor's claws. Victor screamed out in pain and watched helplessly as the man was pounced on and carved up by Wolverine.

The pain was so intense that Victor nearly threw up from nausea. He couldn't bear to look at the wound. He laid on the ground bleeding. His lower half was going numb....

Victor couldn't cry, he couldn't submit now. He had to help, he had to prove that he could hang with the real heroes. Victor got on his knees and raised his hands into the air.

"Take this you bastard!" Victor cried as he flung an electroblast at the feral man's head.
 
Xavier's face squints like he's in pain, but that's weird because I didn't do anything to him.

Henry, see to Victor's wounds. Scott, Jean, John try and stop Logan from killing Creed. Then help him subdue Creed. Marie, if you can hear my thoughts, return to foyer and help the others. Do not worry about me, I will be fine.

"Hey! I know what you're doing brother. Stop talking to your kids right now!" I give Charles a quick shake, nothing too serious because I want him to see what I'm going to do. He gives me an angry look. Good, finally got a reaction out of him.

I walk along the corridors under the mansion. "Fancy place you've got yourself, Charles. Makes me wonder where you got all the money for it."

"I have contacts with investors who are sympathetic to my cause."

"So they're either mutants themselves or you've taken a little walk in their heads to make them sympathetic."

"I would never do such a thing."

"Right, except for when you get into my head."

"...That is different."

"You keep telling yourself that, Charles." I turn a corner and come across a large, well-build door. I've seen bank vaults with smaller doors. "Hmmm, what have we hear?" I walk up and punch the door. It actually doesn't fall, but dents very nicely. Two more punches and I've got a hole. I grab the jagged metal and pull. There's a nasty tearing sound of metal on metal. Chucky has to hold his hands over his ears as the door finally gives way. I throw it down the corridor.

I step inside and can't help but whistle. "This is one honkin' piece of machinery you've got here 'brother'. Let me guess, this is your mutant supercomputer, right?"

"It is called Cerebro."

"I call it a future pile of garbage..."

Now!

A smile crawls over Charles' face. "What the hell have you got planned?" A giant wall of ice springs up, blocking me from the computer. I turn around. "No way. No ****ing way."

"Can't...can't put me...down," the ice guy says. He hits me with a solid spike of ice, pushing me through the ice wall. I drop Xavier as I fall onto my back. An ice slide forms under Xavier and he safely slides next to his student.

"Good work, Bobby. Very good."

"What now...*cough* Professor?"

"I contact Henry to help you, and then I take care of my brother."

***

"Oh...my head's killing me." I sit up and and squint against the bright light at a shadow. The light dims and I can see Charles standing over me. Standing?

"Let's talk, Cain..."
 
wiegeabo said:
Xavier's face squints like he's in pain, but that's weird because I didn't do anything to him.

Henry, see to Victor's wounds. Scott, Jean, John try and stop Logan from killing Creed. Then help him subdue Creed. Marie, if you can hear my thoughts, return to foyer and help the others. Do not worry about me, I will be fine.

"Hey! I know what you're doing brother. Stop talking to your kids right now!" I give Charles a quick shake, nothing too serious because I want him to see what I'm going to do. He gives me an angry look. Good, finally got a reaction out of him.

I walk along the corridors under the mansion. "Fancy place you've got yourself, Charles. Makes me wonder where you got all the money for it."

"I have contacts with investors who are sympathetic to my cause."

"So they're either mutants themselves or you've taken a little walk in their heads to make them sympathetic."

"I would never do such a thing."

"Right, except for when you get into my head."

"...That is different."

"You keep telling yourself that, Charles." I turn a corner and come across a large, well-build door. I've seen bank vaults with smaller doors. "Hmmm, what have we hear?" I walk up and punch the door. It actually doesn't fall, but dents very nicely. Two more punches and I've got a hole. I grab the jagged metal and pull. There's a nasty tearing sound of metal on metal. Chucky has to hold his hands over his ears as the door finally gives way. I throw it down the corridor.

I step inside and can't help but whistle. "This is one honkin' piece of machinery you've got here 'brother'. Let me guess, this is your mutant supercomputer, right?"

"It is called Cerebro."

"I call it a future pile of garbage..."

Now!

A smile crawls over Charles' face. "What the hell have you got planned?" A giant wall of ice springs up, blocking me from the computer. I turn around. "No way. No ****ing way."

"Can't...can't put me...down," the ice guy says. He hits me with a solid spike of ice, pushing me through the ice wall. I drop Xavier as I fall onto my back. An ice slide forms under Xavier and he safely slides next to his student.

"Good work, Bobby. Very good."

"What now...*cough* Professor?"

"I contact Henry to help you, and then I take care of my brother."

***

"Oh...my head's killing me." I sit up and and squint against the bright light at a shadow. The light dims and I can see Charles standing over me. Standing?

"Let's talk, Cain..."
<Cyclops>

I slam against the wall, I must of passed out for a few minutes because I come too with Jean screaming my name. I shake the cobwebs out of my head and look down the stair to see Logan and some other guy tearing chunks out of each other.

"Scott help me!"

I look over and see Jean kneeling down next to the young kid that help me earlier, he dosent look to good. I run down the stairs and over to her.

"What happened?"

"That Sabretooth guy showed up and just started tearing into this poor kid and didnt stop until Mr. Logan stopped him."

"You alright?"

"I don't know."

"Just chill out k?"

That when we hear the Professor voice in our heads.

Henry, see to Victor's wounds. Scott, Jean, John try and stop Logan from killing Creed. Then help him subdue Creed. Marie, if you can hear my thoughts, return to foyer and help the others. Do not worry about me, I will be fine.

I look from Jean to John.

"You heard the Professor lets go!"

I don't know what came over me, im normally not a leader type of person. But for some reason it just feels right. I fire a low impact optic blast at Logan, not strong enough to hurt him but enough to get his attention.

"The Professor said subdue Creed and thats what we're going to do, not kill him!"
 
(IC: Bullseye)

Red X said:
"I causally make my way around the inside of the ship, humming my favorite 80’s song,

“Girls, They want, Wanna have fun. Girls, Wanna hav…” As I’m about to finish the choirs (my favorite part) the sound of clicking stops me in my tracks and I turn around. As I do I find the barrels of two AK’s fixed at my head, the riffles are held by two thugs dress in black from head to toe; yes, even their toes are black.

“Freeze!” shouts one of them.

“Wait AK’s? Man that is so cliché, why can’t you have…erm,” I scratch my head “…..Evil helper monkeys, yeah now which would be so cool, I would be like "die you monkey bastards!”

The guards look to each other blankly confused by my outburst, they must be your bog standard goons, ya know the one’s without personalities.

“Lets make this quick, veronica mars is on in half an hour, and no way in hell am I missing the sexy delight that is Kristen Bell.”

They shrug their shoulders “Your coming with us.” Orders the heavy to the left. “Yeah” reaffirms the other one.

My hand scrambles down my leg and grasps a knife from my belt. I grab the ends of the riffles and toss one guy against the wall and slit others throat. As goon number 2 gets up and I hurl the knife into the back of his head.

"SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" screams Bullseye from atop the ship. Wait a minute screams? I guess I was right with the whole Barbie comment.

What’s he on about any who, I hope it’s not that pregers girlfriend of his about to visit the Stalk, no way I’m I being Uncle Wadey…oh wait that’s Keyser’s Bullseye, my mistake.

I find the nearest exit and drive into the freezing sea, which would be fun if I had brought my yellow duck Sir Quackserlot along.

Bullseye gets to the edge of the ship, a level above where Deadpool is.

That idiot better get off this thing. There's no way in hell I'm sticking around here just to look for a damned corpse. Though, I gotta admit, Heh... That would be fun...

That's when Bullseye spots Deadpool jumping off of the ship, and landing into the water with a splash. Bullseye frowned.

Damn. He actually has something up there in that noggin' of his. And here I was, getting all excited for nothing...

Realising his own idiocy for still being up there, Bullseye leaped forward, diving into the ocean near Deadpool. As he swam up, He could hear a loud *BOOM*. By the time Bullseye hit the surface, He could see the firey blaze that used to be a cargo ship.

Bullseye laughed with pride at his 'work', looking at Deadpool.


"Magnifico, If I do say so myself..."
 
The ship landed close to the S.T.A.R labs. Psycho Pirate made his way to the entrance. It was late at night and Hayden guessed many of the staff was gone except for the guards. He had an idea. He casualy walked through the front doors which then alrams went off. A few seconds later he was surrounded by guards.

"Freeze!"

"Don't move a muscle!"

"Oh dear me it seems all of you are frozen with fear" he turned in a circle showing each one his face of terror. The guards dropped their guns and fell to the floor. Each one had a face of terror each one looking like they saw their greatest fear. He grabbed a card key off one of the guards and looked up to the security camera. He gave it a wave and made the face of fear and moved on. He swiped the card and went into the elevator. He pressed the last floor and made his way down. The doors opened to a a large lab filled with many different machines. Hayden heard a voice coming from the lab.

"Who's there? I heard the alarm go off" a lone scientists made his way out into the open. Hayden pointed the gun at him.

"The Power Absorbicron now"

"Oh my..."

"NOW!" the scientist ran over and and grabbed it and handed it to him. "Thank you now run along because you haven't been more scared in your life!" the scientist ran off screaming. Hayden made his way easily back to the ship which took off back to Latveria.
 
Master Bruce said:
(IC: Bullseye)



Bullseye gets to the edge of the ship, a level above where Deadpool is.

That idiot better get off this thing. There's no way in hell I'm sticking around here just to look for a damned corpse. Though, I gotta admit, Heh... That would be fun...

That's when Bullseye spots Deadpool jumping off of the ship, and landing into the water with a splash. Bullseye frowned.

Damn. He actually has something up there in that noggin' of his. And here I was, getting all excited for nothing...

Realising his own idiocy for still being up there, Bullseye leaped forward, diving into the ocean near Deadpool. As he swam up, He could hear a loud *BOOM*. By the time Bullseye hit the surface, He could see the firey blaze that used to be a cargo ship.

Bullseye laughed with pride at his 'work', looking at Deadpool.


"Magnifico, If I do say so myself..."

&#8220;Hmmmm I&#8217;ve seen better.&#8221; I gleefully smirk at Bullseye and with no trouble dogpaddle to a ladder at the end of the docks.

I shake myself down like a wet dog and wait for Bulleye to drag his pimp suit out the water.

&#8220;So what now, I&#8217;ve a coupon for Wal-Mart in my pocket, wanna buy some ice-cream and stay up all night braiding each other's hair?
 
Andy C. said:
"No, I'm afraid that the tyrant would be me."

The three humans turned to find a man in black armor floating only a foot above the ground. He was not particularly large, but well-built for his apparent age, his muscles a contrast to his white beard and the tufts of white hair on the sides of his balding head. His most striking feature, however, was the \Z/ symbol embedded into his armored chest-plate.

Zod had watched in the skies above as Luthor and Doom swore enmity towards each other, and in this, the General saw great opportunity. The addition of press agents would make things a bit more complicated for his plans to play out, but something else had drove him to reveal himself: an irregular hearbeat, picked up by Zod's super-hearing. It was slightly different from the Earth-people's pulses; in fact, if Zod didn't know better, he would say it was....Kryptonian. If Kal-El was in the area, Zod decided that now would be the time to force his hand.

"Mister Luthor, may I first say that I am quite pleased to meet you. You have made some rather bold statements about myself and my kind, and I think it is time we address that issue, as well as some...other affairs which may be of interest."

"Halt! State your name and business with--"

As the Doom-Bot approached the intruder, Zod nonchalantly glanced over his shoulder and let loose a powerful blast of heat vision, catching the robotic century by surprise and blowing off its head.

"Perhaps that was unnecessary; after all, I do have business to discuss with Lord Doom. In fact, it may be time we all had ourselves a group discussion. So if you will, it would be my pleasure for the three of you to join me in entering the Castle....now."

Doom strode to the group, his determined steps ringing off the stone.

"If business is what you wanted to discuss, Zod, there are better ways of getting my attention than destroying one of my robots," said Doom as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"General, I know you have more than enough power to shatter the planet but you did not have an appointment. Ms. Lane and her friend, however, did. In fact, their presence was requested whereas yours was not. If you desire an audience with me, then you will have the decency to wait. Am I clear?"

Zod threatened Doom's gambit, and his arrival at this point could only harm Doom's future plans. The General would prove to be a valuable ally, but only when all the other metahumans were dead and gone. He risked much by rebuking the General at this point, but he had no other option.
 
Venom160 said:
<Cyclops>

I slam against the wall, I must of passed out for a few minutes because I come too with Jean screaming my name. I shake the cobwebs out of my head and look down the stair to see Logan and some other guy tearing chunks out of each other.

"Scott help me!"

I look over and see Jean kneeling down next to the young kid that help me earlier, he dosent look to good. I run down the stairs and over to her.

"What happened?"

"That Sabretooth guy showed up and just started tearing into this poor kid and didnt stop until Mr. Logan stopped him."

"You alright?"

"I don't know."

"Just chill out k?"

That when we hear the Professor voice in our heads.

Henry, see to Victor's wounds. Scott, Jean, John try and stop Logan from killing Creed. Then help him subdue Creed. Marie, if you can hear my thoughts, return to foyer and help the others. Do not worry about me, I will be fine.

I look from Jean to John.

"You heard the Professor lets go!"

I don't know what came over me, im normally not a leader type of person. But for some reason it just feels right. I fire a low impact optic blast at Logan, not strong enough to hurt him but enough to get his attention.

"The Professor said subdue Creed and thats what we're going to do, not kill him!"

Professor McCoy hovered over Victor looking over his wounds.

"How do you feel? Can you still feel them?" he said while he wrapped bandages over the wounds.

"Yeah, they sting a bit."

Victor could feel them real well. In fact he could feel them so well that he was almost moved to tears.He kept on a brave face while McCoy attended to them. He couldn't help but worry about the professor. He needed to make sure the professor was alright, but it was outside of his boundaries to do so.

He turned looked back and saw Cyclops and Wolverine arguing. Hitting the feral man felt like the right thing to do, but instead he let the professor and the X-men handle the situation at this point.
 
LibrarianThorne said:
Doom strode to the group, his determined steps ringing off the stone.

"If business is what you wanted to discuss, Zod, there are better ways of getting my attention than destroying one of my robots," said Doom as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"General, I know you have more than enough power to shatter the planet but you did not have an appointment. Ms. Lane and her friend, however, did. In fact, their presence was requested whereas yours was not. If you desire an audience with me, then you will have the decency to wait. Am I clear?"

Zod threatened Doom's gambit, and his arrival at this point could only harm Doom's future plans. The General would prove to be a valuable ally, but only when all the other metahumans were dead and gone. He risked much by rebuking the General at this point, but he had no other option.

"Of course. Where are my manners? My most sincere apologies about your robot," Zod said, taking a slight bow, "but after the attack on my soldiers, I do hope you can understand if I am a bit on edge.

"The American reporters are indeed your guests, and it would be less than courteous of me to keep them from their host. I do hope, however, that you will grant me to have a few words with Mr. Luthor in the meantime?"


The General knew that he could not leave this planet without Doom's technology, and it would be a costly mistake to lose access to it by upsetting him. This would also allow him to further search through the Latverian castle without attracting Doom's attention, and could possibly give Zod the time he needed to pinpoint the location of the other Kryptonian pulse nearby.

Most importantly, Zod had to make sure Luthor stayed here, in order to put his plans into motion. Either as potential allies or enemies, Luthor and Doom would be crucial figures in Zod's stratagem to get to Kal-El, and thus destroy him.

For now, though, the General had to play the gracious guest, and allowed Doom his authority.
 
Andy C. said:
"Of course. Where are my manners? My most sincere apologies about your robot," Zod said, taking a slight bow, "but after the attack on my soldiers, I do hope you can understand if I am a bit on edge.

"The American reporters are indeed your guests, and it would be less than courteous of me to keep them from their host. I do hope, however, that you will grant me to have a few words with Mr. Luthor in the meantime?"


The General knew that he could not leave this planet without Doom's technology, and it would be a costly mistake to lose access to it by upsetting him. This would also allow him to further search through the Latverian castle without attracting Doom's attention, and could possibly give Zod the time he needed to pinpoint the location of the other Kryptonian pulse nearby.

Most importantly, Zod had to make sure Luthor stayed here, in order to put his plans into motion. Either as potential allies or enemies, Luthor and Doom would be crucial figures in Zod's stratagem to get to Kal-El, and thus destroy him.

For now, though, the General had to play the gracious guest, and allowed Doom his authority.

Lex Luthor's eyes widened. His frantic eyes stared back and forth from Zod, to Kent and Lois, back to Zod, then to Doom.

"That's preposterous! This...Zod...is a psychopath! Doom, tell the alien that having a...few words with me is absolutely out of the question!"
 
Keyser Soze said:
Lex Luthor's eyes widened. His frantic eyes stared back and forth from Zod, to Kent and Lois, back to Zod, then to Doom.

"That's preposterous! This...Zod...is a psychopath! Doom, tell the alien that having a...few words with me is absolutely out of the question!"

"Luthor, I believe you have made the grievous error of thinking I care what happens to you. General, feel free to address Luthor in whatever manner you deem appropriate. Know this, however, I will not tolerate harm coming to Luthor while he is in my castle. An attack on Luthor will be considered an attack on myself, for he is my guest."

He turned his head, addressing the reporters. "Ms. Lane, if you would be so kind as to follow me?"
 
(IC: Clark Kent)

Keyser Soze said:
At first choosing to ignore Lois Lane's comment, Luthor instead shakes Clark Kent's extended hand.

"Ah! Oliver Queen's party! I thought I'd seen you somewhere before! I hope you are keeping Miss Lane out of trouble."

Luthor released the handshake, and turned to Lois Lane. He went to take her hand, but she didn't offer it. So, Luthor instead awkwardly held his hands behind his back.

"Slander, Miss Lane? Hardly. I'm raising genuine concerns that are felt by people all over the world. If you want to see slander, I suggest you take a look at some of the merry fictions you and Perry have been writing about me in your paper."

Luthor let out a jovial, but dismissive laugh. They could write whatever they wanted. They couldn't touch him.

"Well, here's some news for you. I was here to talk to Lord Doom about withdrawing my oil refinery from Latverian seas. We both agree that, as he rebuilds his economy, it is for the good of Latveria to be allowed to profit from its own resources. I'm not quite the money-grabbing tyrant that you think, Lois."

I've just about had it with him.

He wants to express concerns about me? Fine. I can't blame anyone for fearing what they don't understand, which is why I am going to that debate. But for all everyone else knows, He was the one that orchestrated the attack on the Fantastic Four. He may have even organised the first terrorist attack that I put to halt. And on top of that... He insults the principals of two people I consider friends.

I'm about to speak up, not in anger, but rather question of why he thinks Superman can't be a responsible soul, when-

Andy C. said:
"No, I'm afraid that the tyrant would be me."

The three humans turned to find a man in black armor floating only a foot above the ground. He was not particularly large, but well-built for his apparent age, his muscles a contrast to his white beard and the tufts of white hair on the sides of his balding head. His most striking feature, however, was the \Z/ symbol embedded into his armored chest-plate.

Zod had watched in the skies above as Luthor and Doom swore enmity towards each other, and in this, the General saw great opportunity. The addition of press agents would make things a bit more complicated for his plans to play out, but something else had drove him to reveal himself: an irregular hearbeat, picked up by Zod's super-hearing. It was slightly different from the Earth-people's pulses; in fact, if Zod didn't know better, he would say it was....Kryptonian. If Kal-El was in the area, Zod decided that now would be the time to force his hand.

"Mister Luthor, may I first say that I am quite pleased to meet you. You have made some rather bold statements about myself and my kind, and I think it is time we address that issue, as well as some...other affairs which may be of interest."

"Halt! State your name and business with--"

As the Doom-Bot approached the intruder, Zod nonchalantly glanced over his shoulder and let loose a powerful blast of heat vision, catching the robotic century by surprise and blowing off its head.

"Perhaps that was unnecessary; after all, I do have business to discuss with Lord Doom. In fact, it may be time we all had ourselves a group discussion. So if you will, it would be my pleasure for the three of you to join me in entering the Castle....now."

My eyes widen, under the glasses. Apparentally, this is the 'Zod' everyone has been talking about. But that's not what catches me by surprise. My hearing can detect his heartbeat... And, despite earlier assumptions of his existance being a hoax... His heartbeat isn't human.

And the fact that he's floating off the ground, much like I could if I weren't in a different guise infront of everyone in the room, doesn't nessacarily make me feel any less threatened by his prescence. If I could figure out a way out of here, and change into my costume...

As I look around for an exit... Things unfortunatley take a turn for the bizzaire, again.

LibrarianThorne said:
Doom strode to the group, his determined steps ringing off the stone.

"If business is what you wanted to discuss, Zod, there are better ways of getting my attention than destroying one of my robots," said Doom as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"General, I know you have more than enough power to shatter the planet but you did not have an appointment. Ms. Lane and her friend, however, did. In fact, their presence was requested whereas yours was not. If you desire an audience with me, then you will have the decency to wait. Am I clear?"

Zod threatened Doom's gambit, and his arrival at this point could only harm Doom's future plans. The General would prove to be a valuable ally, but only when all the other metahumans were dead and gone. He risked much by rebuking the General at this point, but he had no other option.

Doom? This is Doom? He wears metal. A mask... a green cloak. This is the ruler of a nation? Though I shouldn't be one to judge. Especially considering what I'm wearing under my clothes...

His voice... It makes me uneasy. He certainly has a prescence. I decide to keep quiet, watching this...

Andy C. said:
"Of course. Where are my manners? My most sincere apologies about your robot," Zod said, taking a slight bow, "but after the attack on my soldiers, I do hope you can understand if I am a bit on edge.

"The American reporters are indeed your guests, and it would be less than courteous of me to keep them from their host. I do hope, however, that you will grant me to have a few words with Mr. Luthor in the meantime?"


The General knew that he could not leave this planet without Doom's technology, and it would be a costly mistake to lose access to it by upsetting him. This would also allow him to further search through the Latverian castle without attracting Doom's attention, and could possibly give Zod the time he needed to pinpoint the location of the other Kryptonian pulse nearby.

Most importantly, Zod had to make sure Luthor stayed here, in order to put his plans into motion. Either as potential allies or enemies, Luthor and Doom would be crucial figures in Zod's stratagem to get to Kal-El, and thus destroy him.

For now, though, the General had to play the gracious guest, and allowed Doom his authority.

I look at Lois. She looks back at me with the same blank stare I'm giving her. This is quite a strange set of circumstances.

I don't want to be Clark Kent, now... But I have to be patient. If I can time this right... I may be able to confront Zod soon enough.

Keyser Soze said:
Lex Luthor's eyes widened. His frantic eyes stared back and forth from Zod, to Kent and Lois, back to Zod, then to Doom.

"That's preposterous! This...Zod...is a psychopath! Doom, tell the alien that having a...few words with me is absolutely out of the question!"

Huh. And this was the man who was shouting at both Zod and I behind the protection of a Television scream. But now that he's lost the protection, and facing the actual thing...

Well, I guess we all know how courageous Luthor is, now.

LibrarianThorne said:
"Luthor, I believe you have made the grievous error of thinking I care what happens to you. General, feel free to address Luthor in whatever manner you deem appropriate. Know this, however, I will not tolerate harm coming to Luthor while he is in my castle. An attack on Luthor will be considered an attack on myself, for he is my guest."

He turned his head, addressing the reporters. "Ms. Lane, if you would be so kind as to follow me?"

Lois looks at me, unsure of what to say. Then she becomes serious again, turning her attention to Doom.

"Gladly. You're prescence seems to be the most ...comforting, here.", She says, looking at Luthor evilly, before following Doom.

I look at Luthor and Zod for a moment, before following her and Doom. This is... interesting. Definatley. But, the only question is... how long it will be before Superman's prescence becomes nessacary?

 
twylight said:
"Then you should buy a lot of food."

Dinah smiled as she flipped the invitation open. Clearing her throat she read:

"You are '...Invited to a charity dinner presented by the Stark Foundation. All dinner proceeds will go to the rebuilding and revitilization of New York City and it's inhabitants.' Emphisis my own." She added as she closed the invitation and replaced it in it's envelope. She smiled at him and brushed her hair from her face.

"We'll make it small. Hardly any celebrating, no poppers or streamers." She smiled gaily at her perfectly planned out evening. She was especially proud of covering all the angles.

She leaned back.

"What's your excuse now?"

"I don't have one. I'd have to be drunk to turn down a beautiful woman who wants to go to dinner with me."

******

The restuarant is a nice little place, just a little damaged from the Darksied invasion but nothing too bad. I glance around the room before meeting Dinah's gorgeous blue eyes, it's quiet hardly anyone here, except for a young couple in the far left corner, a few older people at another table, and a couple of others.

"This is a nice place," I say to Dinah smiling, "glad I thought to come here."
 
LibrarianThorne said:
"Luthor, I believe you have made the grievous error of thinking I care what happens to you. General, feel free to address Luthor in whatever manner you deem appropriate. Know this, however, I will not tolerate harm coming to Luthor while he is in my castle. An attack on Luthor will be considered an attack on myself, for he is my guest."

He turned his head, addressing the reporters. "Ms. Lane, if you would be so kind as to follow me?"

"Very well."

Luthor couldn't afford to protest, or try to escape. He couldn't look weak in front of Doom, Zod, or the reporters. Clearing his throat, he approached Zod.

"Well...what do you want, Zod?"
 
Master Bruce said:
(IC: Clark Kent)



I've just about had it with him.

He wants to express concerns about me? Fine. I can't blame anyone for fearing what they don't understand, which is why I am going to that debate. But for all everyone else knows, He was the one that orchestrated the attack on the Fantastic Four. He may have even organised the first terrorist attack that I put to halt. And on top of that... He insults the principals of two people I consider friends.

I'm about to speak up, not in anger, but rather question of why he thinks Superman can't be a responsible soul, when-



My eyes widen, under the glasses. Apparentally, this is the 'Zod' everyone has been talking about. But that's not what catches me by surprise. My hearing can detect his heartbeat... And, despite earlier assumptions of his existance being a hoax... His heartbeat isn't human.

And the fact that he's floating off the ground, much like I could if I weren't in a different guise infront of everyone in the room, doesn't nessacarily make me feel any less threatened by his prescence. If I could figure out a way out of here, and change into my costume...

As I look around for an exit... Things unfortunatley take a turn for the bizzaire, again.



Doom? This is Doom? He wears metal. A mask... a green cloak. This is the ruler of a nation? Though I shouldn't be one to judge. Especially considering what I'm wearing under my clothes...

His voice... It makes me uneasy. He certainly has a prescence. I decide to keep quiet, watching this...



I look at Lois. She looks back at me with the same blank stare I'm giving her. This is quite a strange set of circumstances.

I don't want to be Clark Kent, now... But I have to be patient. If I can time this right... I may be able to confront Zod soon enough.



Huh. And this was the man who was shouting at both Zod and I behind the protection of a Television scream. But now that he's lost the protection, and facing the actual thing...

Well, I guess we all know how courageous Luthor is, now.



Lois looks at me, unsure of what to say. Then she becomes serious again, turning her attention to Doom.

"Gladly. You're prescence seems to be the most ...comforting, here.", She says, looking at Luthor evilly, before following Doom.

I look at Luthor and Zod for a moment, before following her and Doom. This is... interesting. Definatley. But, the only question is... how long it will be before Superman's prescence becomes nessacary?


Doom managed a smile at Lois, though most of it was obscured under his mask. The trio walked down the hall in silence for a few moments. Doom could tell that he was intimidating the reporters, a situation he couldn't afford.

"We are en route to my study where I'm sure our interview will begin in earnest, but firstly I do want to apologize for the scene back there. I know not what the ruler of Pokolistan wants, but I'm sure it can't be anything good. After all, the madman just attacked Russia. As to Luthor, I'm sorry that the both of you had to witness that. He came here to dispute my treatment of his LexOil and LexCorp facilities in my country, but I just can't forgive that... reprehensible man for what he did while my predecessor was in power."

Finally, they came to Doom's study. It looked vastly different from the Machiavellian room it had been when Luthor was there only moments ago. Fine marble statues decorated the room, as did two large bookshelves filled with ancient books. A stone fireplace glowed from the fire within, and above the fireplace hung a massive protrait of Doom's mother. Doom took a seat at one end of the round mahogany table, and invited Lane and her companion to take the other two large, plush leather chairs on the other side of the table. When they were seated, Doom spoke.

"As I'm sure the both of you know, this is my first public interview since I assumed power in Latveria. I'm sure much of your country has questions about me, and I believe that now is the time I answer them."
 
Keyser Soze said:
"Very well."

Luthor couldn't afford to protest, or try to escape. He couldn't look weak in front of Doom, Zod, or the reporters. Clearing his throat, he approached Zod.

"Well...what do you want, Zod?"

Zod came down from his hovering, wanting to address Luthor on the same level as he. If this were to work, he would have to show this lowly alien a begrudging modicum of respect.

"To put it quite bluntly, Mister Luthor, I want exactly what you want: the end of Superman."

Zod paused for a moment, to let the boldness of his statement sink in. More importantly, it was to make sure Doom and the Americans were out of earshot.

"I am well aware of your distrust and disliking of my fellow Kryptonian, though I must assure you that neither he nor I are proper representatives for the glorious race of the Mother World. I am a monster, undoubtedly, and have done horrible things to protect the world I love. Kal-El, on the other hand, is a fool, making your race lazy and contented by doing their work for them.

"You have destroyed my Pokolistani army, and I could very easily do the same to your own forces. However, I know that, like me, you are one who looks more to the future than to the past. So imagine this future: a world without a Superman. No one to stunt the growth of your race, to halt your rise to power. No alien saviors to swoop out of the sky and pacifying a people that so need one of their own to lead them to glory.

"I can give that future to you."


Zod looked Luthor dead in the eyes. He knew that the Earthman was no fool; it was time to make the hard sell.

"If you truly want the world to see what evils the Kryptonian can bring, then I shall offer them. I will supply you with a campaign of horrors the likes of which the world has never seen. And as long as you maintain your grip over the public opinion, which I see you have clearly mastered, then the people of this world will turn more and more against Superman, until they offer him no shelter or quarter when I come for him.

"You want the influence of aliens gone from this world? Then deliver Kal-El to me. I have no other business on this planet; I come to Lord Doom solely to obtain the technology I need to leave. Once I have my vengeance upon the House of El, I shall return to Krypton with Kal-El's head as my trophy, and you will have this world as you please.

"I have fought alongside your race, and in their moments of sheerest terror, I have seen inklings of nobility in them. They can be a great people, Mr. Luthor, if they wish to be. They only lack the iron fist to mold them. For this reason above all, I offer you my allegiance."


The General kept his eyes locked with Luthor's, and extended his hand.
 
Andy C. said:
Zod came down from his hovering, wanting to address Luthor on the same level as he. If this were to work, he would have to show this lowly alien a begrudging modicum of respect.

"To put it quite bluntly, Mister Luthor, I want exactly what you want: the end of Superman."

Zod paused for a moment, to let the boldness of his statement sink in. More importantly, it was to make sure Doom and the Americans were out of earshot.

"I am well aware of your distrust and disliking of my fellow Kryptonian, though I must assure you that neither he nor I are proper representatives for the glorious race of the Mother World. I am a monster, undoubtedly, and have done horrible things to protect the world I love. Kal-El, on the other hand, is a fool, making your race lazy and contented by doing their work for them.

"You have destroyed my Pokolistani army, and I could very easily do the same to your own forces. However, I know that, like me, you are one who looks more to the future than to the past. So imagine this future: a world without a Superman. No one to stunt the growth of your race, to halt your rise to power. No alien saviors to swoop out of the sky and pacifying a people that so need one of their own to lead them to glory.

"I can give that future to you."


Zod looked Luthor dead in the eyes. He knew that the Earthman was no fool; it was time to make the hard sell.

"If you truly want the world to see what evils the Kryptonian can bring, then I shall offer them. I will supply you with a campaign of horrors the likes of which the world has never seen. And as long as you maintain your grip over the public opinion, which I see you have clearly mastered, then the people of this world will turn more and more against Superman, until they offer him no shelter or quarter when I come for him.

"You want the influence of aliens gone from this world? Then deliver Kal-El to me. I have no other business on this planet; I come to Lord Doom solely to obtain the technology I need to leave. Once I have my vengeance upon the House of El, I shall return to Krypton with Kal-El's head as my trophy, and you will have this world as you please.

"I have fought alongside your race, and in their moments of sheerest terror, I have seen inklings of nobility in them. They can be a great people, Mr. Luthor, if they wish to be. They only lack the iron fist to mold them. For this reason above all, I offer you my allegiance."


The General kept his eyes locked with Luthor's, and extended his hand.

Lex Luthor was silent, deep in thought. As he stared into the eyes of this Kryptonian monster, he began to weigh his options. By giving this megalomaniac free reign to cause havok, how many lifes was he sacrificng? But on the other hand, such loss of life would help convince the world of a fact that Luthor already knew: Superman could not be trusted.

"You have to attack America. Most people don't care about what happens in some East-European dirtwater. If you want to strike horror into people's hearts, you lay waste to the most powerful nation in the world. Innocents must die. You must make them blind with terror."

Luthor couldn't believe what he was saying. This was horrifying, this was inhuman. But this was absolutely necessary. Lex Luthor loved America. He was going to hurt it to help it.

"But if you want the world to turn against Superman, you must make it VERY clear that he is the one responsible for your actions. Say that he is a criminal, that our planet is harbouring him. Say that the violence will only stop once Superman has given himself up to you. Say that only when you have taken Superman away from this Earth once and for all will the world be safe."

Luthor finally shook Zod's extended hand. He was making a deal with The Devil.

"And when Superman is gone, I trust you will personally ensure he can never return..."
 
Zod couldn't help but smile as Luthor accepted the handshake.

"It is agreed, then. I will take my vengeance upon the Son of Jor-El, and you will get the future he and his kind have taken from you. And once Kal-El is dead, you will never see him or me again."

The General was thoroughly pleased at how well this was going. Not only was he no longer alone in his quest for revenge against the House of El, but he also had the full blessing of one of the most powerful men on this planet to do so. Now all that remained was to convince Lord Doom to give him the technology he needed for interstellar travel, and all of his pieces would fall into place.
 

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