"One Universe" RPG thread.

[wiegeabo]

The flaming skullhead wraps my up in his faliming chain. Must be magical 'cause I can almost feel the heat. I grab the chain between my hands and pull, but the damn thing doesn't break. As I keep trying to pull it apart, the guy jumps on my back and climbs around to my face.

"Hey, no I ain't into that sort of..."

"Look upon the pain and suffering you have caused. The lives you have destroyed. And know their eternal pain!"

"What the fu...?........aaaaaahahahahahAHAAHAHAHAHAHGGGHGHGHGH!!!!!"

Memories come flooding into my head, almost faster than I can remember them. Faster than I can keep up. And they're all jumbled together.

I see me push myself down and point and laugh. Wait, me? Myself? "Haha, Charles! Such a wuss!" Holy crap! I'm Xavier! I'm seeing Xavier's memories!

"Why Cain?" I ask, wiping tears from me eyes.

"Cause you deserve it, 'dear brother,'" I say to me.

I see a ton more of Xavier's memories of me torturing him. I want to laugh, I want to enjoy what I did to him. But I can't, because I am him.

I flash to another time when Cain wouldn't let me, I mean, when I wouldn't let Cain play with us. And me and my friends laughed at me, him, as they, we, ran away. I am so confused. My mind feels like it's being ripped apart.

My body shudders with rage and anger and grief and frustration and so many other things. Tears stream down my face, mixing with sweat. I flash to one of my grade school teachers as I tell her off, making her cry and quit her job in frustration.

So many things run infront of my eyes. Then I see fire. Large flames and small explosions around me as I frantically scramble, looking for something. I pass before a mirror and see myself. No, I see my father! I'm dad! Good god I'm dad during the fire. I'm angry at me/him as I'm/he's only conerned with saving all the work I can. Then an explosion goes off and I turn to see Cain and Xavier trying to get out of the lab. And I turn to help them. I actually turn to help them. For the first time, I can only think of my children, no his children! I realize for the first time what a mistake I've made, locking myself away in my lab. Taking them for granted as I focused only on my work. A piece of ceiling falls, blocking me from them. My last thoughts as the smoke consumes me is hoping that they escape...

"NNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

I grab skullhead off of my face and slam him to the ground, again and again and again. Taking all my frustration out on him. Once we break eye contact, my mind is once again my own. The chain falls off of me and I look around. All I see are the faces of those around me, except skullman's, as they look at me with shock, and some with pity. That's when I realize I must have been speaking out loud.

Pity? Pity! Nobody pitties me! I turn, furious, and see...Charles. Still lying there. I'm thankful he didn't see any of that. Then I realize what I put him through. I don't care...yes...I do? "God. Good god," I whisper too low for anyone except maybe Logan to hear. "What have I done." My hand starts to extend outwards towards Charles, not to attack him, but to...help?

I turn back and pick skullface up. "What did you do to me?!? What the **** did you do!?!!!!"

I toss him over my shoulder against the back wall. He hits, falls, and crashes onto his chopper. I look at the others again and can only roar in frustration.

I crouch and jump straight up through the ceiling. Then I jump up again. And again until I reach the first floor. Without thinking, I run forward through walls until I'm finally free of that damned school.

And I just keep running, not caring where I'm going, not knowing when I'll stop...

 

[Midnight Ice]

“Ouch!!!!!!” Cap only sees bubbles rise to the surface as I bellow in agony.

I force his hands off me, biting one in the process. As he reels from the pain I resurface and pound away at his face.

“Oh dude, not cool. I thought you heroes had an unspoken rule ya know; don’t attack each other’s little soldiers. You certainly ain’t gonna get that merit badge now bucko!”

We continue to trade blows.

"Yeah,well,even villians don't usually resort to drowning thier enemy."

I catch one of his punches,twist his arm behind his back and kick him away.

"Come on Deadpool.I sense there is somegood in you.Lets stop this meanless fight. Help us take down the Kingpin. He will never think of you as nothing more than an ant. Work with us,with the good guys, and you never have to feel like that."

 

[Trigger]

The flaming skullhead wraps my up in his faliming chain. Must be magical 'cause I can almost feel the heat. I grab the chain between my hands and pull, but the damn thing doesn't break. As I keep trying to pull it apart, the guy jumps on my back and climbs around to my face.

"Hey, no I ain't into that sort of..."



"What the fu...?........aaaaaahahahahahAHAAHAHAHAHAHGGGHGHGHGH!!!!!"

Memories come flooding into my head, almost faster than I can remember them. Faster than I can keep up. And they're all jumbled together.

I see me push myself down and point and laugh. Wait, me? Myself? "Haha, Charles! Such a wuss!" Holy crap! I'm Xavier! I'm seeing Xavier's memories!

"Why Cain?" I ask, wiping tears from me eyes.

"Cause you deserve it, 'dear brother,'" I say to me.

I see a ton more of Xavier's memories of me torturing him. I want to laugh, I want to enjoy what I did to him. But I can't, because I am him.

I flash to another time when Cain wouldn't let me, I mean, when I wouldn't let Cain play with us. And me and my friends laughed at me, him, as they, we, ran away. I am so confused. My mind feels like it's being ripped apart.

My body shudders with rage and anger and grief and frustration and so many other things. Tears stream down my face, mixing with sweat. I flash to one of my grade school teachers as I tell her off, making her cry and quit her job in frustration.

So many things run infront of my eyes. Then I see fire. Large flames and small explosions around me as I frantically scramble, looking for something. I pass before a mirror and see myself. No, I see my father! I'm dad! Good god I'm dad during the fire. I'm angry at me/him as I'm/he's only conerned with saving all the work I can. Then an explosion goes off and I turn to see Cain and Xavier trying to get out of the lab. And I turn to help them. I actually turn to help them. For the first time, I can only think of my children, no his children! I realize for the first time what a mistake I've made, locking myself away in my lab. Taking them for granted as I focused only on my work. A piece of ceiling falls, blocking me from them. My last thoughts as the smoke consumes me is hoping that they escape...

"NNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

I grab skullhead off of my face and slam him to the ground, again and again and again. Taking all my frustration out on him. Once we break eye contact, my mind is once again my own. The chain falls off of me and I look around. All I see are the faces of those around me, except skullman's, as they look at me with shock, and some with pity. That's when I realize I must have been speaking out loud.

Pity? Pity! Nobody pitties me! I turn, furious, and see...Charles. Still lying there. I'm thankful he didn't see any of that. Then I realize what I put him through. I don't care...yes...I do? "God. Good god," I whisper too low for anyone except maybe Logan to hear. "What have I done." My hand starts to extend outwards towards Charles, not to attack him, but to...help?

I turn back and pick skullface up. "What did you do to me?!? What the **** did you do!?!!!!"

I toss him over my shoulder against the back wall. He hits, falls, and crashes onto his chopper. I look at the others again and can only roar in frustration.

I crouch and jump straight up through the ceiling. Then I jump up again. And again until I reach the first floor. Without thinking, I run forward through walls until I'm finally free of that damned school.

And I just keep running, not caring where I'm going, not knowing when I'll stop...

The Juggernaut pratically fled the mansion. Any fear or doubt that the X-Men would prevail instantly vanished at the sight of him fleeing. Victor had nearly become a smeer on a wall, but thanks to Colossuss and the flaming guy they had won.

Victor walked over to the rest of the group and looked at them with a huge smile on his face.

"We did it! We totally pawned that loser!"

 

[Red]

We continue to trade blows.

"Yeah,well,even villians don't usually resort to drowning thier enemy."

I catch one of his punches,twist his arm behind his back and kick him away.

"Come on Deadpool.I sense there is somegood in you.Lets stop this meanless fight. Help us take down the Kingpin. He will never think of you as nothing more than an ant. Work with us,with the good guys, and you never have to feel like that."

“Seriously? Hmm…join the team, become an X-…or something like that.”

So I’m actually considering this? Stranger stuff has happened. Who’s side would I be on any who, Luthor bad, Cap good.

“While I enjoy my moral ambiguity thing I’ve got going on…killing you numnuts would ensure me a place in some really evil guy’s plot to rule the world...maybe even my own henchmen...

I scratch my head

“What's a "hench" anyway?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

Lex Luthor was on the roof of Lexcorp Towers, standing on the same stage from which he had re-introduced Captain America to the world. But today, there was no look of triumph in his eyes. Today, he was solemn, a well-rehearsed look of pain in his eyes. He stood behind a lectern on the stage, another lectern - currently empty - beside him. Gathered in the seating area were representatives of the world's press, gathered for this live televised debate. With the atrocity that had occurred this morning, this debate had taken on much greater significance.

"Two thousand. That's the current ballpark estimation of fatalities caused by the destruction of the Sears Tower in Chicago this morning. Two thousand. And when you take into account that all these people had friends, family, people who cared for him, it can be seen that countless lives have been ruined today. And who is to blame? Superman."

There was a bustle of murmurings from the assembled reporters. Some agreed whole-heartedly with Luthor, while others were unconvinced.

"Was this so-called Superman the one who killed all these people? Not directly. But General Zod, the alien who carried out the attack, did so in Superman's name. You heard what was said. Superman is a fugitive from his alien homeworld. He would rather endanger the lives of every living being on this planet than face justice. He says he is here to help us? Well, if this is the price we pay, we don't need his help."

Luthor looked up into the sky. No sign of his nemesis yet.

"I doubt that the alien will even show up today. I certainly wouldn't, not if I was him. I'd be ashamed. A horrible massacre has been perpetrated in his name. And Zod will not stop until Superman is gone. Today, it was Chicago. Tomorrow, it could be New York, Washington, Metropolis! How many innocent lives are we going to sacrifice for this so-called hero? You're not a hero, Superman. You're a coward."

 

[Batman]

(IC: Superman)

Lex Luthor was on the roof of Lexcorp Towers, standing on the same stage from which he had re-introduced Captain America to the world. But today, there was no look of triumph in his eyes. Today, he was solemn, a well-rehearsed look of pain in his eyes. He stood behind a lectern on the stage, another lectern - currently empty - beside him. Gathered in the seating area were representatives of the world's press, gathered for this live televised debate. With the atrocity that had occurred this morning, this debate had taken on much greater significance.

"Two thousand. That's the current ballpark estimation of fatalities caused by the destruction of the Sears Tower in Chicago this morning. Two thousand. And when you take into account that all these people had friends, family, people who cared for him, it can be seen that countless lives have been ruined today. And who is to blame? Superman."

There was a bustle of murmurings from the assembled reporters. Some agreed whole-heartedly with Luthor, while others were unconvinced.

"Was this so-called Superman the one who killed all these people? Not directly. But General Zod, the alien who carried out the attack, did so in Superman's name. You heard what was said. Superman is a fugitive from his alien homeworld. He would rather endanger the lives of every living being on this planet than face justice. He says he is here to help us? Well, if this is the price we pay, we don't need his help."

Luthor looked up into the sky. No sign of his nemesis yet.

"I doubt that the alien will even show up today. I certainly wouldn't, not if I was him. I'd be ashamed. A horrible massacre has been perpetrated in his name. And Zod will not stop until Superman is gone. Today, it was Chicago. Tomorrow, it could be New York, Washington, Metropolis! How many innocent lives are we going to sacrifice for this so-called hero? You're not a hero, Superman. You're a coward."

I've had enough. He can insult my intelligence. He can spread his baseless lies about me all he wants. But the minute he even thinks about putting me in the same set of sentances with massacre is the minute that he's gone too far.

"I'm here, Luthor."

Everyone there gasps at my prescence as I float in the air, above them, before landing on the roof.

"And I would be ashamed. I should be ashamed. Maybe I shouldn't have even come today, as you pointed out. But what would that truly solve? Zod would continue his rampage, You'd call me a coward regardless of my prescence here today. No, I think it's time I addressed these fears and concerns everyone has about me. Not for you, Not for Zod... But for the people who deserve the answers."

I cross my arms.

"You want a debate? You have one."

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Doom sat still in his chamber, thinking over Magneto's declaration of war. Latveria had mutants, of course, but they directly served him and knew loyalty only to him. This Magneto would find no supporters in Doom's country. that much Doom knew. Suddenly, the massive screen glowed again, and showed images of destruction that Doom hadn't witnessed for years. The Sears Tower was destroyed, seemingly from the inside out. And then the being responsible showed itself. Dru-Zod of Krypton and ruler of Pokolistan.

Doom hissed through clenched teeth. A robot entered the room, bowing and then explaining, "Lord Doom, apologies for the intrusion. Central computer thought the footage important enough for your attention. Zod of Pokolistan has attacked America."
"I can see that for myself very well."
"Early casualty estimates have the death toll at twenty five hundred."
"I am aware of the damage this event will cause."
"Zod will be returning to the castle shortly, in what manner should he be greeted?"
"Allow him in, but do not address him as ruler of Pokolistan. Call him Zod, and only Zod. That is your behavioral setting, am I clear? When he arrives, take him to sub-basement D5."

The robot acknowledged the command, and even now was wirelessly relaying the instructions to the central control computer, who was then spreading the information at lightspeed to the other robots in the castle. Doom stood, and began walking towards the sub-basement where the Kryptonians were held. D5. Zod had raised Doom's ire, and now the Pokolistani general, the Kryptonian murderer; he would learn that only fools anger Victor von Doom.

 

[The Question]

IC: Doctor Octopus



As the cretons converse, my tentacles take them both by the arms and lift them up.

"No need to ask that, aracnid, you two will be very intimate...when I bash both of you together so hard both of you will never look the same again!"

I raise both of the teenaged "superheroes" to the highest I can get, get them as far apart as possible...and in seconds flat, I bash them together. I hear both of them grunt out in pain. I get them far away again, and then bash them together yet again. As I put them far back for the third time...I sense two sharp stings on my bottom tentacles holding me up. I look down...there are metal, bat-like knifes sticking into them. I then notice the red light...and the beeping...

IC: Batman

As Doctor Octavious' bottom tentacles were rocked by the exploding Batarangs, he drops to the floor, the tentacles holding Spider-Man and Robin fall a few meters before dropping them semi-harmlessly to the floor. Octavious looks up and sees me.

"Doctor Octavious...get out of my city."

Okay. This suddenly got alot weirder.

"Has it become some kind of fad for crazy people to dress in stupid costumes and beat people up?"

I shake Morph's hand, then tear off down the side of the building as he goes into it. I'm just about to go see dinah when I realize I need to return the amulet to the Brownstone. So I change direction. I cross the New Jersey border before I realize I left the amulet back at home.

So now I'm on my way back to Central City to pick up the amulet I used against the zombies so I can return it to the Brownstone in Gotham. I must be getting old. Or, I'm just avoiding going to see Dinah.

I have to be honest with myself, I didn't accomplish what I set out to do. I fought off those zombies in Europe, but I had set out to get new members in our league. And look what happened. Thor is dead. Druid is gone. Zatanna needs time for herself. Superman took off. Juggernaut pretty much told me to take a flying leap. Even Sentry is down and Morph is looking after him. And Reed's going to be too busy with Sentry to focus on the team.

Where does that leave us?

I grab the amulet from my house and race to Gotham. I arrive at the Brownstone and dash inside. But once inside, I can't help but take a few minutes to look around. So many memories come flooding back. I have to shake my head to snap out of it. We'll put a team together. We have to. The world needs us again. With renewed determination, I put the amulet away, and rush out of the Brownstone.

Just as I get outside, I'm almost run over by police cars and an ambulance, all racing down the road with their sirens blazing. I can't ignore something like that. So I chase after them.

When we get towards the heart of the city, I rush up the side of a building to get a better view. And I almost stop and fall when I see what the emergency is. A man with four metallic arms is fighting what looks to be Spider-Man and a child dressed as...as... I don't know what he's dressed as. And then I see him. The one the Gotham papers had been talking about. The new myth of the city. The Batman.

"Time for some work," I say to myself. I rush into the thick of things and end up next to Spider-Man. "Hi again," I say. "Seems you guys have run into a little problem. Need a hand?"

"AH!"

I jump back.

"Jesus, way to scare a guy out of his impractically thin boots. And yeah, I could use some help. Crazy guy with robot arms who thinks he's some post modern techno messiah. My life is so freakin' weird."

 

[Electro UK]

The Mystery Man


The demon continues his rant, trying my patience with his tricks. I look on, preparing to deliver a killing stroke, he is weak it shall be most easily acomplished. Then he does something unexpected.....he begins pulling off his own flesh! I look on in disgust, preparing even more to sricke his evil down.........but as I look on.......I see....a human face.... How could this be? is this another trick? No....I look on at him and see the face of a man.....a man with blinded eyes......But what could this mean? Was I decieved, did I make a mistake? NO! How could I....mine is a message delivered from god.....from St. Dumas directly to my ears. That demons roam these streets.........to kill them. I look at him, continuing to study his features. His eyes are scared and blistered, he appears as nothing more than a weakened, frail man......but how does he poses skill enough to evade the Angel of Death?" He then speaks to me,

"There you are, I'm a blind man... the perfect weapon against Christ? I think not."

"How is this possible? Is this another demon deception?......If you truely are but a blinded human man, explain how you are able to fair so well against an Angel of God? How are you able to sense my oncoming attacks?........What are you?"

I pull my mask back on and give him a long stare. "Human." putting my billy club away, I walk over to him. "No tricks, no games, I'm just your average joe without sight. I'm no demon. I do the lord's work."

 

[wiegeabo]

Okay. This suddenly got alot weirder.

"Has it become some kind of fad for crazy people to dress in stupid costumes and beat people up?"



"AH!"

I jump back.

"Jesus, way to scare a guy out of his impractically thin boots. And yeah, I could use some help. Crazy guy with robot arms who thinks he's some post modern techno messiah. My life is so freakin' weird."

"I'm sorry son, didn't mean to startle you." I duck down as a car flies over our heads. "First thing's first, we need to clear out the civilians. It'll give us much more freedom to fight if we don't have to worry about people getting hurt."

I take off and start grabbing people off of the street, dropping them off a couple of blocks away, hopefully a safe distance from the fight. Everytime I get the chance I look in on the battle, although at the pace I'm moving, the fight hasn't progressed all that much.

Spider-Man's a brave kid. And no matter how much he pretends not to be, I know he's just a kid. I've fought alongside young heroes enough to know the difference. He hasn't quite earned the name Spider-Man just yet, but he's well on his way. He could be doing so many worse things with his powers like robbing banks, or hurting people. But, even though he's still young, he's out helping strangers.

I think he's someone who'd make a fine addition to the team.

As for Batman...this is the first time I've seen him in action. And I have to admit, the guy has moves. I've never seen a person with his skills before. And I'm assuming the kid in the costume is his sidekick. That surprises me to a degree. That kid can't be more than twelve, thirteen tops! Which is easily pushing too young, even with the young sidekicks I've worked with.

In just a minute, I've cleared everyone from the area, even the EMT's so they can treat the wounded in a safer location. I leave the police officers and firemen alone, they've got enough work to do keeping people out, and keeping the damage confined.

With the area secured, I rejoin the fight, stopping right infront of Doctor Octopus. He jumps back an inch, startled by the blur that's turned into a man.

"I think you've caused more than enough damage," I say to him...

 

[Midnight Ice]

“Seriously? Hmm…join the team, become an X-…or something like that.”

So I’m actually considering this? Stranger stuff has happened. Who’s side would I be on any who, Luthor bad, Cap good.

“While I enjoy my moral ambiguity thing I’ve got going on…killing you numnuts would ensure me a place in some really evil guy’s plot to rule the world...maybe even my own henchmen...

I scratch my head

“What's a "hench" anyway?"

"I guess you are too dumb to see that my offer is the way to go."I say as I climb out of the water and head back toward the car I came in. I reach in and grab a rocket launcher I 'borrowed' from Lex Corp.

 

[LibrarianThorne]

IC: Charles Xavier

Cain Marko.

He never thought he'd see his half-brother again. He'd hoped that he wouldn't, at any rate. And now he had much to think upon. Juggernaught's attack had caught him and his X-Men totally off guard, and the school had suffered for it. If they hadn't stopped him when they did, who could say how much damage would have occurred.

His eyes flickered open. The russian boy, Piotr Rasputin. Son of a farming family in Russia, power: can turn skin into an unbreakable metal alloy and gain increased strength. He had tried to save him, inadvertently knocking him into a wall. He wasn't one of the X-Men yet, but perhaps that was rectified.

Perhaps this attack was a wake-up call. Marko's assault would be nothing compared to Magneto's. The X-Men had prevailed today only through the intervention of an outsider. Charles Xavier was sure today was a lesson he needed to learn. The X-Men, and mutantkind, needed friends to overcome their adversity. An event like today would not, and could not be allowed to happen again. He would not condone harm coming to his students. The X-Men volunteered for their position, and accepted the risk that being an X-Man involved. The other students hadn't, and as long as he was headmaster, he would see that no harm came to them.

He pulled himself over to a chunk of rock, and rested his back against it so that he looked like he was sitting down. Then, reaching out with his mind, he contacted the X-Men.

X-Men, are you injured? You don't need to move or speak, just think and I will know. We can get medical help as soon as possible, but for now just tell me your condition.

 

[Red]

"I guess you are too dumb to see that my offer is the way to go."I say as I climb out of the water and head back toward the car I came in. I reach in and grab a rocket launcher I 'borrowed' from Lex Corp.

I follow hoping to find a weapon before he fires his. My gaze catchs the AK Cap dropped.

I charge forward shooting the Ak above my head.

"I'll teach you to go to war with Canada!"

 

[Trigger]

IC: Charles Xavier

Cain Marko.

He never thought he'd see his half-brother again. He'd hoped that he wouldn't, at any rate. And now he had much to think upon. Juggernaught's attack had caught him and his X-Men totally off guard, and the school had suffered for it. If they hadn't stopped him when they did, who could say how much damage would have occurred.

His eyes flickered open. The russian boy, Piotr Rasputin. Son of a farming family in Russia, power: can turn skin into an unbreakable metal alloy and gain increased strength. He had tried to save him, inadvertently knocking him into a wall. He wasn't one of the X-Men yet, but perhaps that was rectified.

Perhaps this attack was a wake-up call. Marko's assault would be nothing compared to Magneto's. The X-Men had prevailed today only through the intervention of an outsider. Charles Xavier was sure today was a lesson he needed to learn. The X-Men, and mutantkind, needed friends to overcome their adversity. An event like today would not, and could not be allowed to happen again. He would not condone harm coming to his students. The X-Men volunteered for their position, and accepted the risk that being an X-Man involved. The other students hadn't, and as long as he was headmaster, he would see that no harm came to them.

He pulled himself over to a chunk of rock, and rested his back against it so that he looked like he was sitting down. Then, reaching out with his mind, he contacted the X-Men.

X-Men, are you injured? You don't need to move or speak, just think and I will know. We can get medical help as soon as possible, but for now just tell me your condition.

Victor's legs were still sore, but he hobbled over to observe the injured X-Men and kept his pain to himself. A wave of validation washed over him as he saw the destruction around him and realized he was't dead or severly injured. However the voice hidden deep down in his subconcious was not as elated by his survival.

You have survived Victor, but you depended to much on the help of others. You must learn to rely on you own might....

However Victor heard not the voice of the being hidden deep within his subconcious, but instead heard the Professor's voice echoing inside of his head.

"Hey! Professor Xavier, I think Colossuss is hurt bad."

 

[Andy C.]

Zod was quite pleased with himself as he soared leisurely over the Atlantic, with just enough speed to outpace the dozens of U.S. fighters chasing after him. Using his enhanced senses, he located a news satellite frequency, and focused his super-hearing on it to learn that Luthor had begun his debate with Kal-El. Others were still frantically estimating the death toll, and others still were going on about some smaller attack elsewhere. This "Magneto" would indeed be someone to take interest in, but the mutant had forunately not managed to overshadow him in terms of atrocity.

The General picked up speed slightly as he saw the coastline of Europe, and began his approach to Latveria. He knew by now that Victor Von Doom would be well aware of the attack in Chicago, and the odds that the ruler of Latveria would let him back in peacefully were quite unlikely.

Well, then I'll just have to come in a...less peaceful way, Zod thought to himself. It is time for me to stop playing the gracious guest, and show these vermin the Zod that once bested the Skrulls, the Zod which fought off the Brood, the Zod that struck fear into the hearts of all enemies! If Doom wishes to keep me out, he will learn what "Doom" truly means...

Zod considered this, then looked over his shoulder to the squadrons of American planes behind him.

Then again, there are always alternatives....

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Victor's legs were still sore, but he hobbled over to observe the injured X-Men and kept his pain to himself. A wave of validation washed over him as he saw the destruction around him and realized he was't dead or severly injured. However the voice hidden deep down in his subconcious was not as elated by his survival.

You have survived Victor, but you depended to much on the help of others. You must learn to rely on you own might....

However Victor heard not the voice of the being hidden deep within his subconcious, but instead heard the Professor's voice echoing inside of his head.

"Hey! Professor Xavier, I think Colossuss is hurt bad."

IC: Charles Xavier

"Victor, I need you to go to the medical facility on campus. It's just down the hall from the Danger room, though I don't know if the doors will be able to open without power. Take every medicine you find there and come back as quickly as you can."

Xavier spoke calmly to his newest student. He could feel a trickle of blood coming down his forehead, but he didn't want to worry the boy. He had seen much, perhaps too much, today, and the last thing he needed was to hear the headmaster be uncertain. As Victor ran to get the supplies, Xavier scanned Colossus' mind. The Russian boy was unconscious; never a good sign.

 

[Venom160]

IC: Charles Xavier

Cain Marko.

He never thought he'd see his half-brother again. He'd hoped that he wouldn't, at any rate. And now he had much to think upon. Juggernaught's attack had caught him and his X-Men totally off guard, and the school had suffered for it. If they hadn't stopped him when they did, who could say how much damage would have occurred.

His eyes flickered open. The russian boy, Piotr Rasputin. Son of a farming family in Russia, power: can turn skin into an unbreakable metal alloy and gain increased strength. He had tried to save him, inadvertently knocking him into a wall. He wasn't one of the X-Men yet, but perhaps that was rectified.

Perhaps this attack was a wake-up call. Marko's assault would be nothing compared to Magneto's. The X-Men had prevailed today only through the intervention of an outsider. Charles Xavier was sure today was a lesson he needed to learn. The X-Men, and mutantkind, needed friends to overcome their adversity. An event like today would not, and could not be allowed to happen again. He would not condone harm coming to his students. The X-Men volunteered for their position, and accepted the risk that being an X-Man involved. The other students hadn't, and as long as he was headmaster, he would see that no harm came to them.

He pulled himself over to a chunk of rock, and rested his back against it so that he looked like he was sitting down. Then, reaching out with his mind, he contacted the X-Men.

X-Men, are you injured? You don't need to move or speak, just think and I will know. We can get medical help as soon as possible, but for now just tell me your condition.

<Cyclops>

I look out of the hole Juggernaut made as he fled the mansion.

"Damn I wonder what could've made the Juggernaut run away like that?"

X-Men, are you injured? You don't need to move or speak, just think and I will know. We can get medical help as soon as possible, but for now just tell me your condition.

I close my eyes and concentrate.

<Im fine Professor, I just have alittle headache. Is there anything we can do?>

 

[Logan Howlett]

IC: Charles Xavier

Cain Marko.

He never thought he'd see his half-brother again. He'd hoped that he wouldn't, at any rate. And now he had much to think upon. Juggernaught's attack had caught him and his X-Men totally off guard, and the school had suffered for it. If they hadn't stopped him when they did, who could say how much damage would have occurred.

His eyes flickered open. The russian boy, Piotr Rasputin. Son of a farming family in Russia, power: can turn skin into an unbreakable metal alloy and gain increased strength. He had tried to save him, inadvertently knocking him into a wall. He wasn't one of the X-Men yet, but perhaps that was rectified.

Perhaps this attack was a wake-up call. Marko's assault would be nothing compared to Magneto's. The X-Men had prevailed today only through the intervention of an outsider. Charles Xavier was sure today was a lesson he needed to learn. The X-Men, and mutantkind, needed friends to overcome their adversity. An event like today would not, and could not be allowed to happen again. He would not condone harm coming to his students. The X-Men volunteered for their position, and accepted the risk that being an X-Man involved. The other students hadn't, and as long as he was headmaster, he would see that no harm came to them.

He pulled himself over to a chunk of rock, and rested his back against it so that he looked like he was sitting down. Then, reaching out with his mind, he contacted the X-Men.

X-Men, are you injured? You don't need to move or speak, just think and I will know. We can get medical help as soon as possible, but for now just tell me your condition.

<I'm fine Chuck, just glad to see yer up from yer nap. What the hell was that thing?....And why the hell didn't you tell me you had a giant metal rusky locked up in the basment?.....Anyways, looks like he took a beating....maybe his power shut off right before he hit the wall, cuz he don't look to damaged, just knocked out. And while he was in his metal form he took Juggs punches like they were softballs, only thing I can guess is he still aint to good at control them powers, and hit the wall bare.>

I stand up, dust myself off and look around. for some reason i can only think about one thing.....

<Hey Chuck.....that girl....Jean, I think she needs some help, she started flippin out earlier....guess she sensed that skull comin, I thought she was nuts at first......I left that laser kid with her to look after her........Snif, Snif......Oh no......Creed! He was up there!.......but.....I think he's gone now....I'm gona go check."

I run up wall and through the hole in the cealing, then running and jumping through the nest hole in the next cealing, and landing right in front of the kid......he's holding the girl, clutching her tight........for a second....its like I'm....jealous.......BUT I CAN"T BE! Shes only nineteen! I'm the freakin Wolverine! I can get any dame I want........but....theres somethin.....somethin familar about her.....

"Hey, four eyes.......hows she doin.....and what happened with Creed?"

 

[Venom160]

<I'm fine Chuck, just glad to see yer up from yer nap. What the hell was that thing?....And why the hell didn't you tell me you had a giant metal rusky locked up in the basment?.....Anyways, looks like he took a beating....maybe his power shut off right before he hit the wall, cuz he don't look to damaged, just knocked out. And while he was in his metal form he took Juggs punches like they were softballs, only thing I can guess is he still aint to good at control them powers, and hit the wall bare.>

I stand up, dust myself off and look around. for some reason i can only think about one thing.....

<Hey Chuck.....that girl....Jean, I think she needs some help, she started flippin out earlier....guess she sensed that skull comin, I thought she was nuts at first......I left that laser kid with her to look after her........Snif, Snif......Oh no......Creed! He was up there!.......but.....I think he's gone now....I'm gona go check."

I run up wall and through the hole in the cealing, then running and jumping through the nest hole in the next cealing, and landing right in front of the kid......he's holding the girl, clutching her tight........for a second....its like I'm....jealous.......BUT I CAN"T BE! Shes only nineteen! I'm the freakin Wolverine! I can get any dame I want........but....theres somethin.....somethin familar about her.....

"Hey, four eyes.......hows she doin.....and what happened with Creed?"

<Cyclops>

I look up at Logan and see the slightest hint of jealousy on his face.

"Hey, four eyes.......hows she doin.....and what happened with Creed?"

I smile at him.

"Go look in the front yard furball, Creeds' out there tied up and catching some Zs."

 

[Trigger]

IC: Charles Xavier

"Victor, I need you to go to the medical facility on campus. It's just down the hall from the Danger room, though I don't know if the doors will be able to open without power. Take every medicine you find there and come back as quickly as you can."

Xavier spoke calmly to his newest student. He could feel a trickle of blood coming down his forehead, but he didn't want to worry the boy. He had seen much, perhaps too much, today, and the last thing he needed was to hear the headmaster be uncertain. As Victor ran to get the supplies, Xavier scanned Colossus' mind. The Russian boy was unconscious; never a good sign.

Victor stumbled back as best he could on his tired feet and brought with him several boxes of First Aid Supplies. He bent down on one knee and began applying some antibiotics to the Professor's forehead. He then wrapped a bandage around the crippled man's bald head with the same gentility that Professor McCoy had taught him to use.

"How's that Professor? Feeling a little better?"

 

[Logan Howlett]

<Cyclops>

I look up at Logan and see the slightest hint of jealousy on his face.

"Hey, four eyes.......hows she doin.....and what happened with Creed?"

I smile at him.

"Go look in the front yard furball, Creeds' out there tied up and catching some Zs."

"Well......you kids are good.....but that won't stop Creed for long, we need to get him back under sedation, if not he could kill all of you!......Profesor.....Profesor can you hear me? Creed wraped up in the front lawn, but I doubt he'll be down for long. If we don't get him back under sedation soon.......well........you know Creed......"

 

[LibrarianThorne]

Victor stumbled back as best he could on his tired feet and brought with him several boxes of First Aid Supplies. He bent down on one knee and began applying some antibiotics to the Professor's forehead. He then wrapped a bandage around the crippled man's bald head with the same gentility that Professor McCoy had taught him to use.

"How's that Professor? Feeling a little better?"

"Thank you, Victor. See to Colossus now, please. Wolverine said that he was unconscious, but I need to know for certain."

He reached out again with his mind, attempting to feel for any other presences nearby. Thankfully, there were none, mutant or human, besides the students in the mansion. With his scan, he couldn't help but pick up the confrontation between Scott and Logan. He would have to watch those two closely, but for now he was satisfied that everyone was alive. He heardthe sound of metal against leather, and looked up to see the flaming motorcyclist standing above him. Xavier attempted a quick surface scan of Ghost Rider's mind, but oddly it read to him like a blank. He looked inquisitively at Ghost Rider as the strange being knelt down, picked him up, and then placed him back into his wheelchair.

"You have my gratitude, Ghost Rider. You saved my students today, and you have taught me an important lesson. Should you need allies in the future, know that the X-Men will stand alongside you with pride."

The strange hero simply nodded, and returned to his flaming motorcycle. Another moment, and he was driving away, his bike leaving small tracks of flame in the grass.

 

[Venom160]

"Well......you kids are good.....but that won't stop Creed for long, we need to get him back under sedation, if not he could kill all of you!......Profesor.....Profesor can you hear me? Creed wraped up in the front lawn, but I doubt he'll be down for long. If we don't get him back under sedation soon.......well........you know Creed......"

<Cyclops>

"Logan, me and John could help ya drag Sabretooth back down to whereever the Professor had him locked up."

 

[Logan Howlett]

<Cyclops>

"Logan, me and John could help ya drag Sabretooth back down to whereever the Professor had him locked up."

This kid is startin to get to big for his britches.

"Listen kid.....I'm glad that your enjoying playing superhero, and obviously you got in a few good shots on that sack o' pyscho, but this is the big leagues! That guy out there has killed people on par with Hitler! Except he used his bare hands! This aint kiddie ****! That big ugly meatsack has a healing factor to match mine, years of twisted memories, a homocidal urge to drink your blood, and aparently a brand spankin new adimantium skeleton! I just watched him tear apart hundreds of alien demons from a planets I got sucked into along witha guy dressed like a giant spider, and Robin Hood on Valume! Don't think you know the first thing about dealin with somethin like that tiger! In fact I remember not but twenty four hours ago pickin you up out of a pudle of yer own tears in the middle of no where!.........Listen....I apreciate what you've done here......but yer still a kid......you don't have the first clue what people like that are all about, and can do to you!....You may think you have, ya may think you've had it rough......but until you wake up strapped to a table with sickos opening your stomack like a can of sardines.....you can't tell me ****!........Just let the prof an me handel this......and don't get any funny ideas!"

 

[Venom160]

This kid is startin to get to big for his britches.

"Listen kid.....I'm glad that your enjoying playing superhero, and obviously you got in a few good shots on that sack o' pyscho, but this is the big leagues! That guy out there has killed people on par with Hitler! Except he used his bare hands! This aint kiddie ****! That big ugly meatsack has a healing factor to match mine, years of twisted memories, a homocidal urge to drink your blood, and aparently a brand spankin new adimantium skeleton! I just watched him tear apart hundreds of alien demons from a planets I got sucked into along witha guy dressed like a giant spider, and Robin Hood on Valume! Don't think you know the first thing about dealin with somethin like that tiger! In fact I remember not but twenty four hours ago pickin you up out of a pudle of yer own tears in the middle of no where!.........Listen....I apreciate what you've done here......but yer still a kid......you don't have the first clue what people like that are all about, and can do to you!....You may think you have, ya may think you've had it rough......but until you wake up strapped to a table with sickos opening your stomack like a can of sardines.....you can't tell me ****!........Just let the prof an me handel this......and don't get any funny ideas!"

<Cyclops>

Well that took me by surprise.

"Got it let you handle it, sorry I asked."

Jean's slowly sits up and rubs her head.

"What happened."

"You passed out after we tied up Sabretooth, are you ok?"

"Yeah I just feel really tired."

I get up and help Jean onto her feet.