"One Universe" RPG thread.

twylight said:
Dinah raises her eyebrow.

"And people wonder why you get into so much trouble with women."she murmered at the thought of him following the orders of a sultry womans voice.

She leaned forward and rested her elbow on the table in front of her as she looked at him.

"Okay, that is slightly creepy." She catches sight of Rhodey's "I-told-you-so-look" out of the corner of her eye.
She paused, creepy? Yes. But...at least it was her and not someone else.

She nods decisively.

"Alright. I'll do it, why not? I wouldn't want any other woman in there with my man." She leans forward closer to him as he smiles before pulling back and putting a finger up in front of his face.

"But."

She placed the wrapped box in front of him.

"You have to do something for me." She motioned to the box.

OOC: I am..do you see me cy...err...IMing you? :p

OOC: Shh... people will know.

I look at the box she placed in front of me with curiosity.

"What's this for?" I begin to open it up.
 
SuperFerret said:
OOC: Shh... people will know.

I look at the box she placed in front of me with curiosity.

"What's this for?" I begin to open it up.


Dinah leaned forward.

"Just something to remind you of the upcoming nuptials." She said tilting her head. Her blonde hair slipping over her shoulder.

He raised his eyebrow and pulled out a piece of cardboard with fabric samples attached to it.

Dinah smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek as the engineer's below laughed. She put her hand behind her and pulled out an envelope from her back pocket displaying it in front of him.

"And this is an invitation for dinner tonight. I already had your secretary clear your schedule for tonight and the resturant was hardly touched in the invasion."
 
A couple of jumps later, and I'm out of the city. I love New York City, but it's only a nice place for a visit. Wouldn't want to live there. Too crowded. A man like me likes lots of room. But I like lots of fun too, which is why New York's a great place to visit.

But I'm not really thinking about the place I left. I'm thinkin' about where I'm going. About my 'dear' brother and his pack of rugrats. This family reunion is going to be so much fun.

Can't wait until I get to Charles' School of Mutant Brats...
 
wiegeabo said:
"What the hell is going on here?" I ask. Did I miss something important? But there isn't time to wonder as the man continues to trash about. I know a pschological breakdown when I see one. And this...this is way beyond that.

"Son! Son, can you hear me?" I kneel down and grab his face, trying to get him to focus on me rather than...whatever he's seeing. I slap his face, hard. "Focus on me!" I shout at him. His eyes meet mine, and he calms down slightly. But then his eyes wonder again and the breakdown continues. "Dammit."

Ok, he said get him to Reed Richards. I can do that. I grab him under the shoulders and lift, but nothing happens. He's too heavy. Dammit. "I could use some help here. I can't lift him. He said to get him to Reed Richards, and the Baxter Buidling is only about a dozen blocks that way." I motion in the right direction.

"We need to move, now! Juggernaut, give me a hand."

"Kiss my ass gramps."

"What?!?"

"You heard me. This ain't my problem. I came here for one reason, and the damn bastard got away. So, for now, I'm gonna do what I want. And what I want to do is tear down a certain school. And that's what I'm gonna do. So, if you'll be kind enough to leave me the hell alone, I'll be on my way." With that, the Juggernaut takes off running and leaps into the air.

"Why you son of a..." but he's already gone, and this poor man is getting worse. "Someone give me a hand, NOW!"

Morph returned to his diamond form and waltzed over to the Rash and Pantry. Even this rock-hard diamond form, he was still a heavy lift However if lifting heavy superheroes meant getting a chance to meet Reed Richards, Morph was all too glad to help.

"Ok. Lead the way."
 
IC: Doctor Octopus

It has been a little more than ten minutes since I started attacking, and all I have seen so far besides helpless citizens were helpless reporters with cameras. This city is even more pathetic than I imagined, no one to help it--

The Question said:
(IC: Spider-Man)
"Hey Otto! Long time no see, buddy. How've you been? I heard you did a little jail time? How was that? As bad as they say? You remember not to drop the soap?"

Ah. The Spider. He is not who I am looking for, but the arachnid will make a decent distraction...for now...

"Spider-Man, the fellow Child of the Atom, still such a powerful gift from the Atom...yet still so foolish a man. Are you here to join your fellow prophet, or here to battle me once again?"
 
".....ooookaaay. Now, I don't speak crazy very well, but I think I cough enough of that to be sure my answer is this."

I jump at Otto, webbing up one of his arms, and kicking him lightly (for me, anyway).
 
IC: Doctor Octopus

The Question said:
".....ooookaaay. Now, I don't speak crazy very well, but I think I caught enough of that to be sure my answer is this."

I jump at Otto, webbing up one of his arms, and kicking him lightly (for me, anyway).

As he kicks me, one tentacle grabs him by the leg and lifts him away from me.

"No? Then...DIE."

The tentacle flings the Spider about like a rag doll, slamming him into the pavement, onto a turned-over Porche laying on the street, and then flung him away like the trash he wishes to be.

IC: Batman

I drive in one of my less-conspicious cars towards Gotham Automotives. I drive myself there--there's no way in hell I'm going to let Alfred get in harm's way like this.

The costume is under my suit; I checked the maps I had of the city and found a good hiding place in an alley nearby that will allow me to change without suspicion.

I look up and see a blur of red and black across the roof-tops--Dick. I keep one eye on the road and another on him, to make sure he doesn't fall off one of the buildings--not that it's a huge concern, like I said before, aerobics is one of his strong suits...

My thoughts are interrupted when a black blur slams into the car. We swerve off the road, onto the pavement, and break a water hydrant before we stop. I quickly get out of the car to see what the hell that was.

Hard to believe that a man could slam into the car at that kinds of speed and survive, but it looks like one--a practically all-black man with a white spider symbol on his chest and a strange mask on, but a man nonetheless. I quickly reconize him as one of the superheroes that cropped up in New York, the name doesn't strike my mind, but I'm sure it has to do with spiders, considering the symbol.

I try and check his pulse, but there's something odd about that...whatever the hell it is he's wearing--it's like sludge come to life or something--but because of it I can't feel a pulse.

"Hey...hey! You alright?"
 
"What? Oh, just peachy."

I stand. That hurt, but the black crud cussioned the blow. As I've said before: I don't know what the hell this stuff is, but it is freakin' sweet.

"Now, stand back, mind unmbingly wealthy citizen. I have a mimldly overweight sociopath to beat up and mock for his social short comings."

I leap at Otto and web him in the eyes.

"Otto. I just want you to know, this is nothing personal. I really hold no ill will towards you. This is just the way of things."

I jump over a tenticle as it swings at me.

"You see, Otto, you are a criminal. You steal things, kill people, and make rude comments towards small children, thus making them cry. However, you have powers and abilities far beyond mortal men, granted to you in the form of four very large metal arm thingies sticking out of your back. So, you are both a criminal and a super human. That makes you a super villain."

He chucks a chunk of assfalt at me.

"Now, I am a vigilante. I have a secret identity, fight crime, and I am not a police officer. However, I too have super human abilities. Thus, I fall under the catagory of super hero. A super villain meets a vigilante, they fight. A super hero meets a criminal, they fight. And when a super villain anjd a super hero meet? They sure as hell are gonna fight. So really, it's not you. It's just the nature of our chosen proffesions."
 
<Eddie Brock>

Then, after stumbling through Gotham, I see the guy on the TV...

"...You move the camera away for one moment and I'll...Greetings, 'Gothamites.' I have only one demand this morning, and it is this--bring me the fabled millionare, most-likely-drunkard Bruce Wayne RIGHT HERE, and let me do to him as I please--and if I do not have my demands met, I will rip this city apart and find him myself!"

Absolute crackpot, I ask someone next to me, grabbing them by the scruff of the neck and pulling them back to me, where that is.

He tells me and I head off... It doesn't take too long, by the time I get there He's fighting someone, SPIDER-MAN!!! And some rich guy - Bruce Wayne, must be... the webslingers just slammed into his car, gotta get me a pic of that...
 
Trigger said:
Morph returned to his diamond form and waltzed over to the Rash and Pantry. Even this rock-hard diamond form, he was still a heavy lift However if lifting heavy superheroes meant getting a chance to meet Reed Richards, Morph was all too glad to help.

"Ok. Lead the way."

Where are we? Where are we? I look around and find a bent street sign. "Ok, ok." I point in the right direction. "We're going twelve blocks that way, and then make a left for another four blocks. They'll be a skyscraper with the name Baxter Building. Take him to the roof."

I turn to Superman. "Meet us at the Baxter Building. There's something we need to discuss."

I take off running, but not so fast that Morph can't keep up. I shake my head. I'm not used to going this slow. And right now, we every second counts.
 
IC: Doctor Octopus

The Question said:
"What? Oh, just peachy."

I stand. That hurt, but the black crud cussioned the blow. As I've said before: I don't know what the hell this stuff is, but it is freakin' sweet.

"Now, stand back, mind unmbingly wealthy citizen. I have a mimldly overweight sociopath to beat up and mock for his social short comings."

I leap at Otto and web him in the eyes.

"Otto. I just want you to know, this is nothing personal. I really hold no ill will towards you. This is just the way of things."

I jump over a tenticle as it swings at me.

"You see, Otto, you are a criminal. You steal things, kill people, and make rude comments towards small children, thus making them cry. However, you have powers and abilities far beyond mortal men, granted to you in the form of four very large metal arm thingies sticking out of your back. So, you are both a criminal and a super human. That makes you a super villain."

He chucks a chunk of assfalt at me.

"Now, I am a vigilante. I have a secret identity, fight crime, and I am not a police officer. However, I too have super human abilities. Thus, I fall under the catagory of super hero. A super villain meets a vigilante, they fight. A super hero meets a criminal, they fight. And when a super villain anjd a super hero meet? They sure as hell are gonna fight. So really, it's not you. It's just the nature of our chosen proffesions."

I cannot help but laugh at the boy's innocence. You just do not see that everyday with the exception of Tolkien novels.

"You honestly believe that, Spider? You honestly feel you need to protect these little specs? They are nothing to people like us--the ones lucky to have felt the grace of the Atom."

The Spider dodges around as I try and lash out to him, and finally grab him by the neck, squeeze enough for him to stop moving and bring him closer to me--just enough to better hear.

"You cannot possibly feel you are part of this 'human race,' do you? You wear a unique mark telling the world you are better than them and take to the skys. How can you POSSIBLY feel human?"

I squeeze further and further.

"ANSWER ME, SPIDER! HOW CAN YOU FEEL FOR THOSE WHO PERSERCUTE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE?!"

"STOP!"

I turn around to see Bruce Wayne standing amonst the rubble. He does not seem to be the frightened playboy I imagined him to be. He stands tall, determined, and if he is afraid, he is very good at not showing it. Even better--it means I can break him for even longer. I grin towards Wayne and lower myself more to the street level.

"You can have me, Octavious, I don't care--just don't cause any more damage, don't hurt anyone else. Let the boy go, Doctor. Please."

"Remarkable--for a borish beaucrat, you seem to have an extreme amount of compassion for your fellow man. How...human. Very well."

I drop Spider-Man to the floor and approach Wayne.

"I just have one question, Doctor." I nod to him, letting him know to proceed. "What do you want from me? Why were you willing to kill all of these people just to get my attention? Why all the DEATH?"

"I am here to charge you of blasphony, Mr. Wayne, against the true god, the Atom; and why all the death? No reason, really--just like why they exist."

I reach a tentacle towards him--when I see something land beside me, and before I can run I'm blinded by a bright light and a large echoing boom damn near breaks my eardrums apart: a stun grenade.

The glasses protect me from the light, but my hearing is limited to nothing past a long beep. I look and see someone near the rubble...it looks like the Spider, but doesn't have the right costume...

Who is it?

IC: Batman

I put the plugs in my ears and block my eyes as I see Dick signal that he's ready to attack. Even with the protectors, I can still feel the stun grenade hit. I look up as it stops to see Dick standing in front of Doctor Octopus.

He stands in the new costume that apparently both him and Alfred designed and produced. It was a mostly black piece stealth suit with a crimson red tunic, two crimson red combat boots, and two gauntlet gloves (with two claws instead of my three) of the same color. On his back, is a flowing cape that reaches to the back of his knees, jet black as the rest of the suit. Below the tunic is a dark gold belt, similar to mine. On his face is black jet goggles covering his eyes and a sick smirk about his lips. Finally, on his left pec, is his symbol: a dark gold "R" ablazed in a black circle.

Dick, I just hope you know what the hell you're doing...

"Hey, my name's Robin, and I'm here to chew bubblegum, and kick ass; and guess what, you overgrown piece of sushi, I'm all out of bubblegum."
 
I look over at the kid in the red vest.


This day just got weirder.


I stand up and run at Otto. I jump up, and web up one of his tentacles.

"Are you fighting another super hero?! Otto! I thought we had something SPECIAL!"
 
IC: Batman

The Question said:
I look over at the kid in the red vest.


This day just got weirder.


I stand up and run at Otto. I jump up, and web up one of his tentacles.

"Are you fighting another super hero?! Otto! I thought we had something SPECIAL!"

I take the opportunity of the two "teaming up," as the old comics used to put it, to make my escape to change into my "night clothes."

***

Robin looked to the guy in the black and white spider costume--Spider-Man, he thinks is his name. Sounds just about as old as he is, and seems to be willing to banter. Why not take the chance?

"Hey--he wondered onto OUR territory, web-head. He came onto me!"

Robin took a few Batarangs out of his belt and threw them towards Otto's arm...his REAL arm. He screamed out in pain and Robin flipped towards Spider-Man.

"By the way, it's Robin, nice to meet ya. I guess it's team-up time, so: for those who are about to kick ass, I salute you."
 
".....sure."

I flip over one of Otto's tenticles. I try to get a punch in, but he blocks it.

"Listen, you wouldn't happen to have any bird related super powers or anything, would you?"
 
IC: Doctor Octopus

The Question said:
".....sure."

I flip over one of Otto's tenticles. I try to get a punch in, but he blocks it.

"Listen, you wouldn't happen to have any bird related super powers or anything, would you?"

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."
 
The blue creature hung from the room's ceiling and closed the book he had been reading. "Well, students," he says, "what was the moral behind the poem."

Like a typical English class, some of the students look around the room bored, other listen intently, and the rest are somewhere in the middle. Unlike a typical English class, this student body is entirely composed of mutants. One brave student raises her hand."Yes, Claire?"

"Um, well, is the moral that every choice is important, even the small ones?"

"And what makes you think that?"

"Well, the poem sort of makes it sound like each path in the woods could make his life turn out completely different."

"Very good. Any other suggestions?"

"Always be happy with where you are because it's your choices that got you there?"

"Not bad. Could very well be.&nbsp; Anyone else? Billy?"


"I think it's stupid."

"Why do you say that?"


"Well, why didn't he just forget about the trails and go between them? Maybe he could have seen what's on both sides or something."

The blue haired man ponders that for a moment while some other students tease Billy's idea. "Now, now students. Billy has a point. Sometimes the best choice is not the obvious one. Sometimes we have to strike out on our own path despite what others may think." The teacher smiles to himself as he sees Billy smile, enjoying the fact that he came up with a good idea. "There are two more poems by Mr. Frost I would like to examine, and then we will be finished for the day."That's when the air is pierced by an alarm.

"INTRUDER ALERT!!! INTRUDER ALERT!!! INTRUDER ALERT!!!" a computerized voice continues to announce over the wail of alarm.

"What is it! What's happening Dr. McCoy?" The students look around nervously, fear in their faces. Some stand up as if they are about to run away.

"Please, remain calm. I am sure Professor Xavier will be informing us of the nature of the emergency shortly." And with uncanny timing, the minds of all in the school are filled with the voice of the school's headmaster.

"All students, report to the closest safety bunkers immediately. All X-Men, assist students with securing themselves within the bunkers, and report to me at once."

Dr. Henry McCoy begins ushering his students out of the classroom and towards a protective bunker. "What is it, Professor?" the Beast thinks.

"I do not know, Henry. The sensors have been tripped, but nothing has appeared on camera yet. And I...do not sense any of the intruders thoughts."

***

I push a tree down and just keep walking. A bunch of little animals go scattering as I make my way. The forest is dense, but ain't really nothin'.

I hop down a hill, and by hop I mean jump down a couple of hundred feet. I land and take a step forward when a barbwire fence springs up out of nowhere.

"Cease, you are entering private property!" a voice says. "Continue and you will be fired upon!"

I shrug my shoulders and continue. The fence is electrified and sparks explode as I walk through it.

"This is your last warning!" the voice says. I get a couple of steps when three machine guns pop out of the ground and start blastin' me. The bullets just bounce off.

Nice try, Chuck, I think to myself. I keep walking right past the guns. They keep shootin' my back until they run out of ammo. I keep going when two big boxes rise up out of a couple of old tree trunks. Trails of smoke lash out as missles are fired, hit me, and explode. "Damn, Chuckie. Where'd you get those?" I grab one of the launchers, pull it out of the stump, and throw it against the other one. They explode.

I only make it about a dozen steps when laser beams start hittin' me from all sides. "Geez, Charles. I mean, really, damn!" I just walk on and chuckle as the beams tickle. I kinda like it.

I just keep walking towards the mansion...

***

Inside his mansion, Professor Charles Xavier checks one of the securty screens. As the smoke clears, he finally gets a look at the intruder. His face goes pale with shock.

"Good god, no..." All X-Men, report to me, NOW!
 
Victor and his fellow classmates were rushed into a bunker by Professor McCoy. He instinctively knew that something big was happening, but played along with the class. He waited until Professor McCoy had locked the door and left before he began to pick the lock. He planned to find out what was going on, and possibly help the X-Men. He had asked his class to help him, but Sam and Roberto were the only students that wanted to help him.It was their loss, they'd never graduate to X-Men status with that kind of attitude. Real superheroes faught alone if it came to that.

Victor fiddle with the lock some more and it popped. He could see Sam's face and could tell that he needed a little reassuring.

"Sam! Stop looking like that!"

"Ah-ah can't help it! Who knows what kind of monster is out there!"

"Puh-lease! We've beat-up Doc Ock simulations with ease. How tough could whatever's out there be?"

"But-"

"But nothing! We could totally do this! I want to be an X-men too! Just remember to watch out for any potentially lethal situations and stick to codenames, right Sunspot?"

"Right!" Roberto chimed in.

"Okay...lead the way, Calculator!" Sam said slowly gaining confidence.

The boys gave each other a high-five and then ran to the mansion foyer.
 
wiegeabo said:
The blue creature hung from the room's ceiling and closed the book he had been reading. "Well, students," he says, "what was the moral behind the poem."

Like a typical English class, some of the students look around the room bored, other listen intently, and the rest are somewhere in the middle. Unlike a typical English class, this student body is entirely composed of mutants. One brave student raises her hand."Yes, Claire?"

"Um, well, is the moral that every choice is important, even the small ones?"

"And what makes you think that?"

"Well, the poem sort of makes it sound like each path in the woods could make his life turn out completely different."

"Very good. Any other suggestions?"

"Always be happy with where you are because it's your choices that got you there?"

"Not bad. Could very well be.&nbsp; Anyone else? Billy?"


"I think it's stupid."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, why didn't he just forget about the trails and go between them? Maybe he could have seen what's on both sides or something."

The blue haired man ponders that for a moment while some other students tease Billy's idea. "Now, now students. Billy has a point. Sometimes the best choice is not the obvious one. Sometimes we have to strike out on our own path despite what others may think." The teacher smiles to himself as he sees Billy smile, enjoying the fact that he came up with a good idea. "There are two more poems by Mr. Frost I would like to examine, and then we will be finished for the day."That's when the air is pierced by an alarm.

"INTRUDER ALERT!!! INTRUDER ALERT!!! INTRUDER ALERT!!!" a computerized voice continues to announce over the wail of alarm.

"What is it! What's happening Dr. McCoy?" The students look around nervously, fear in their faces. Some stand up as if they are about to run away.

"Please, remain calm. I am sure Professor Xavier will be informing us of the nature of the emergency shortly." And with uncanny timing, the minds of all in the school are filled with the voice of the school's headmaster.

"All students, report to the closest safety bunkers immediately. All X-Men, assist students with securing themselves within the bunkers, and report to me at once."

Dr. Henry McCoy begins ushering his students out of the classroom and towards a protective bunker. "What is it, Professor?" the Beast thinks.

"I do not know, Henry. The sensors have been tripped, but nothing has appeared on camera yet. And I...do not sense any of the intruders thoughts."

***

I push a tree down and just keep walking. A bunch of little animals go scattering as I make my way. The forest is dense, but ain't really nothin'.

I hop down a hill, and by hop I mean jump down a couple of hundred feet. I land and take a step forward when a barbwire fence springs up out of nowhere.

"Cease, you are entering private property!" a voice says. "Continue and you will be fired upon!"

I shrug my shoulders and continue. The fence is electrified and sparks explode as I walk through it.

"This is your last warning!" the voice says. I get a couple of steps when three machine guns pop out of the ground and start blastin' me. The bullets just bounce off.

Nice try, Chuck, I think to myself. I keep walking right past the guns. They keep shootin' my back until they run out of ammo. I keep going when two big boxes rise up out of a couple of old tree trunks. Trails of smoke lash out as missles are fired, hit me, and explode. "Damn, Chuckie. Where'd you get those?" I grab one of the launchers, pull it out of the stump, and throw it against the other one. They explode.

I only make it about a dozen steps when laser beams start hittin' me from all sides. "Geez, Charles. I mean, really, damn!" I just walk on and chuckle as the beams tickle. I kinda like it.

I just keep walking towards the mansion...

***

Inside his mansion, Professor Charles Xavier checks one of the securty screens. As the smoke clears, he finally gets a look at the intruder. His face goes pale with shock.

"Good god, no..." All X-Men, report to me, NOW!

Suddenly alarms begin to blare and I hear Xaviers voice in my head.

"All students, report to the closest safety bunkers immediately. All X-Men, assist students with securing themselves within the bunkers, and report to me at once."

Logan looks at me like he's about to tell me to go to a bunker, but I cut him off.

"Don't think ahm gonna lock mahself up with yer students, ahm coming with you." I can't just sit on my hands, maybe this will distract me from the voices...

He gives a sigh of resignation, and motions for me to follow him. We run through the tangle of corridors until we reach the professor.
 
(Eddie Brock)

Oh...

Dear God.

BATMAN! I never believed in this guy, thought it was some story cooked up to scare the nutcases in this God Forsaken city...

If I don't win an award for this, then I'll eat my foot.

I begin snapping photos, Spider-Man, Batman and Doc Ock...

What the hell is Spider-Man doing in Gotham City...

Chasing Doc Ock, obviously.

I shake my head at my own stupidity, and get back to my job. This is probably the most dangerous place to be in Gotham City right now. Well... apart from the allies... and the docks... and any street for that matter...

Is anywhere safe in this town?

I don't know. All I do know is... this is gonna be one hell of a headline.
 
Well if Electro_UK ain’t gonna post, I’ll just have to get us out of here all on my lonesome. The elevator halt’s at the ground floor and the doors widen.

“I’ll check to see if the coast is clear.” Always wanted to say that. Bullesye nods and I do my best Scooby Doo impression and tiptoe through the reception. No one, no goon’s, no cop’s not even a receptionist. If I were an idiot I'd think this was a trap.

“Looks ok, grab porky and…” But before I can finish my lame joke, a string of Luthor’s lackeys appear from behind the counter and aim their riffles at my head.

My eyes dart around nervously “….Well this is awkward. Don’t suppose you’d be open to a bribe or something? I’ve haven’t got any cash on me right now but I’m good for I.O.U’s. How about some porn I’ve got stakes of that at home, vintage quality 80's stuff.” They don’t answer and I don't think I'd want to give up my porn anyway “Oh well guess this means another mandatory fight scene.”

I withdraw my pistols and leap back shooting down Luthor’s band of merry men, one by one like dominos they fall to the ground. That was easier than I thought. Bullseye meet’s me at the opening with Big Mack and I run off and park the limo out front.

“Put tub’s in the jocose in the back. I hear whales need to kept wet and stuff.”

As Bullesye puts Jabba in the water, he starts to mumble. “The d, d--ocks.” Mutters Fisk. Makes sense, seems to be the only place Red X can think of for **** to go down.
 
wiegeabo said:
The blue creature hung from the room's ceiling and closed the book he had been reading. "Well, students," he says, "what was the moral behind the poem."

Like a typical English class, some of the students look around the room bored, other listen intently, and the rest are somewhere in the middle. Unlike a typical English class, this student body is entirely composed of mutants. One brave student raises her hand."Yes, Claire?"

"Um, well, is the moral that every choice is important, even the small ones?"

"And what makes you think that?"

"Well, the poem sort of makes it sound like each path in the woods could make his life turn out completely different."

"Very good. Any other suggestions?"

"Always be happy with where you are because it's your choices that got you there?"

"Not bad. Could very well be.&nbsp; Anyone else? Billy?"


"I think it's stupid."

"Why do you say that?"


"Well, why didn't he just forget about the trails and go between them? Maybe he could have seen what's on both sides or something."

The blue haired man ponders that for a moment while some other students tease Billy's idea. "Now, now students. Billy has a point. Sometimes the best choice is not the obvious one. Sometimes we have to strike out on our own path despite what others may think." The teacher smiles to himself as he sees Billy smile, enjoying the fact that he came up with a good idea. "There are two more poems by Mr. Frost I would like to examine, and then we will be finished for the day."That's when the air is pierced by an alarm.

"INTRUDER ALERT!!! INTRUDER ALERT!!! INTRUDER ALERT!!!" a computerized voice continues to announce over the wail of alarm.

"What is it! What's happening Dr. McCoy?" The students look around nervously, fear in their faces. Some stand up as if they are about to run away.

"Please, remain calm. I am sure Professor Xavier will be informing us of the nature of the emergency shortly." And with uncanny timing, the minds of all in the school are filled with the voice of the school's headmaster.

"All students, report to the closest safety bunkers immediately. All X-Men, assist students with securing themselves within the bunkers, and report to me at once."

Dr. Henry McCoy begins ushering his students out of the classroom and towards a protective bunker. "What is it, Professor?" the Beast thinks.

"I do not know, Henry. The sensors have been tripped, but nothing has appeared on camera yet. And I...do not sense any of the intruders thoughts."

***

I push a tree down and just keep walking. A bunch of little animals go scattering as I make my way. The forest is dense, but ain't really nothin'.

I hop down a hill, and by hop I mean jump down a couple of hundred feet. I land and take a step forward when a barbwire fence springs up out of nowhere.

"Cease, you are entering private property!" a voice says. "Continue and you will be fired upon!"

I shrug my shoulders and continue. The fence is electrified and sparks explode as I walk through it.

"This is your last warning!" the voice says. I get a couple of steps when three machine guns pop out of the ground and start blastin' me. The bullets just bounce off.

Nice try, Chuck, I think to myself. I keep walking right past the guns. They keep shootin' my back until they run out of ammo. I keep going when two big boxes rise up out of a couple of old tree trunks. Trails of smoke lash out as missles are fired, hit me, and explode. "Damn, Chuckie. Where'd you get those?" I grab one of the launchers, pull it out of the stump, and throw it against the other one. They explode.

I only make it about a dozen steps when laser beams start hittin' me from all sides. "Geez, Charles. I mean, really, damn!" I just walk on and chuckle as the beams tickle. I kinda like it.

I just keep walking towards the mansion...

***

Inside his mansion, Professor Charles Xavier checks one of the securty screens. As the smoke clears, he finally gets a look at the intruder. His face goes pale with shock.

"Good god, no..." All X-Men, report to me, NOW!
<Cyclops>

"Id like ya to meet some friends of mine, this is John Allerdyce."

I feel a hand grab mine and shake it.

"Call me Pyro."

"And this is Clarice Ferguson but everyone calls her Blink."

"Hello."

"Hi."

"Guys this is Scott Summers."

"Whats your nickname?"

"Um I don't have a......."

"Cyclops, his nickname is Cyclops."

"Cool, so whats your powers?"

Before I could answer an alarm starts to go off.

"All students, report to the closest safety bunkers immediately. All X-Men, assist students with securing themselves within the bunkers, and report to me at once."

"Lets go."

I start to follow the sound of they're footsteps but some one grabs my shoulder.

"Where ya going Scott lets go see whats going on."

"But the Professor just said to get to a bunker."

"You always listen to what people tell you? Come on."

He grabs my arm and drags me around until he stops.

"Iceman where....."

"Shh!"

I start to say somthing else until I hear that guy Logan's voice near by.

"Ok Chuck we're here whats going on?"
 
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In the thirty-first century, Metropolis covers almost the entire eastern seaboard. The greatest city of the entire system, Metropolis is home to many different species from all over the galaxy. Many different races, from Skrull to Imskian to Kree to Thanagarian, make up the rich tapestry that makes the Earth, one one of the greatest planets in all the galaxy. But, that is not the only thing which makes this world great. Metropolis is also home to the headquarters of the United Planets, a confederation of planetary governments working together for mutual peace and prosperity. The main law enforcement organization of the UP is called the Science Police, so named because their original purpose was to confiscate weapons that used illegal technology.
But, the Science Police are not the only authority in the future. A diverse group of heroes, from dozens of different planets, have banded together to carry on the traditions set down by their forebears of the twentieth century. In honor of the heroic age they seek to emulate, these young men and women call themselves the Legion of Superheroes.
Founded and funded by current UP President, R.J. Brande, the team works along side the UP government much like the Science Police does, but, unlike the SP, they are not officially on the UP payroll. When a threat to big for the Science Police to handle appears, the Legion is called to save the day.

It is one such threat that springs them into action today...


The cloaked figure made his way through the lower levels of the Metropolis undercity quickly and quietly. With his ragged clothes and the poor lighting, the man appeared to be just another unfortunate person lost in this hell that is the undercity. Unlike the Metropolis above, with it's prestine almost clinical landscape, the undercity was a dark and dank place, and held it's share of slums that the poor and homeless found refuge in. These slums also made an ideal place for the seedier elements of galactic society to lay low and further their nefarious plans. This fact is what brings are mysterious visitor here this day.

Moving through the shadowed streets, the cloaked figure slowly weaved his way through the crowd as he made his way towards a large and abandoned building at the end of the street.

"I'm almost there. Everyone in position", asked the figure, mentally.

"Shadow Lass, Jo, and I in position, Garth."

"Me and Val are making our way towards the rear of the building now."

"Good. You still with me, Rachel?"

"Right behind you, Garth."

"They still have no clue about us, right", asked Garth mentally.

"I just did a slight scan of their surface thoughts, and they seem to be unaware of us."

"Good", said Garth to the others through their mental link, "let's keep it that way."

Garth made his way to the front of the large building and moved to a small fire that was burning off to the side of the street and warmed his hands. This type of crude combustion energy was practically never seen on the surface, but, in the undercity, fires like these were used frequently for warmth by the less fortunate.

"You and Lar ready, Val?"

"M'Onel and I are in position now, Garth", came the telepathic reply from Val Armor, the Karate Kid.

"Good", answered Garth mentally as he stared at the house in which a group of their deadliest enemies were held up.
Garth paused as he looked at the delapidated structure. The large, three-story building was in such poor shape it looked as though it would come crumbling down any second. But, he knew that was just looks. Fitzroy, the leader of the group, had strengthened the building's interior when the villains moved in.

Trevor Fitzroy was the son of a wealthy man, but he lost all his standings in his family when he was arrested for the brutal murder of a science police officer a little over a year ago. A mutant with the ability to drain another's life force and convert it to energy, Fitzroy could then convert this energy and open teleportation portals that can cross time and space. The once privileged youth now wore a sofisticated powered armor that increased his physical abilities ten fold, and now was the leader of the Fatal Five. The Fatal Five was widely recognized as one of, if not the, most dangerous group of criminals in the entire galaxy. Rounding out the group with Fitzroy were the Persuader, a genetically altered human who wielded the most dangerous weapon in the cosmos, the atomic axe, Validus, a hulking behemoth that was one of the strongest beings in the known universe, Mano, a mutant able to survive in any environment and who's right hand can disintegrate anything it touches, and finally, the Emerald Empress, a woman in command of one of the most powerful mystic artifacts in the galaxy, the Emerald Eye of Ekron.

Garth stood another dozen seconds as he gazed at the house. He took a deep breath as he composed himself. This will be a tough fight. There were seven Legionnaires to the Fatal Five, but that slight numbers advantage didn't mean too much when looking at the power the villains wielded. Still, this was a matter that was too much for the Science Police to handle alone. And, if things started to go bad, Cosmic Boy waited in reserve with another strike team.

Garth sighed...it was now or never.

"All right people...let's do this", said Lightning Lad as he tossed off his cloak and charged inside the house. Right behind him came Marvel Girl as she flew down from the sky, and they both entered the front door.
Small gun turrets opened fire as they entered the main hall, but Rachel was on her game and raised a TK shield to block the bolts. Garth let fly a barrage of electrical energy and melted the turrets in seconds.
Moving down the hallway, Garth and Rachel burst open the main doors and stood before a gathered and ready Fatal Five.

"You should not have come here, boy", said Fitzroy with a scowl.

"This is your one chance to surrender. Do it, and you won't get hurt", said Garth without missing a beat.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Surrender!? You musta lost your sprockin' mind there, Sparky", laughed the Persuader.

"We got you outnumbered, kid", stated the Persuader as he gripped the atomic axe tightly, "you surrender...and I'll give ya a quick, clean death."

An explosion rocked the room as a huge hole was made in the rear wall. Standing amidst the rubble and dust were the Legionnaires M'Onel and the Karate Kid.

As soon as the pair entered the game, three more Legionnaires appeared in the room as Shadow Lass, Ultra Boy, and Iron Lad blasted through the roof.

"You were saying something about numbers there, tin head", replied Garth with a cocky smirk on his face.

"Enough of this talking! Kill the Legionnaires", shouted Fitzroy as he loosed an energy blast from his armor's gauntlets at Garth.
 
"Invaders, Russian oppressors of the will of Pokolistan and enemies of freedom, come to judgement!"

Zod stood alone on the bridge that marked Pokolistan's border with Ukraine, facing a long column of Russian T-90 and T-95 tanks. The General knew that the members of the Pokolistani rebellion (now serving as his "lieutenants," at least in their own mind) were hiding along the river banks away from the bridge, capturing every moment of this on camera, as per his orders. Using their simplistic technology, they claimed to be able to broadcast the coming battle across the world.

Zod grinned as the tanks grew nearer. If this world's so-called "Superman" was truly as merciful as the records claim him to be, then he would surely take notice to the General's doings. And even if this would not get Kal-El's attention, at least it would provide Zod with some entertainment. The Rogue Son of Krypton puffed out his chest, flexing an impressive physique which belied his age, and could not help but be amused as the lead tank slowed its advance.

Soon his lust for battle would be fulfilled, and he would strike Kal-El down in cold blood, thus striking into the very heart of Jor-El. But first, it was time to put on a show.

"For years, the suffering of these people has gone unnoticed by the Russian tyrants, by the ignorant Americans- (Zod had noted in his studies that that country seemed to be the predominant one on this planet) -and especially by the world's so-called protector, the great American Superman. How long would the voice of the down-trodden fall on deaf ears for a savior to arrive? How many innocents would have to die?"

"The answer is standing before you. No more will the people of this land be subjected to Russia's injustice. No more will Pokolistan's sons and daughters cry out for heroes that will not be there to save them. I am their arm of justice! I am the instrument of punishment towards tyranny!

I AM ZOD!!!"


As if on cue, the tanks launched a volley of shells toward the General. They let fly with H.E.A.T. rounds which obliterated the bridge upon which Zod stood, and followed with a second volley of air-burst frag-FS rounds. The devastating ordinance, deafening and furious, ripped into the Earth and sky and filled it with fire and shrapnel. The Pokolistani rebels ducked for cover, still trying to record the footage as the Russian tanks turned the bridge and highway into something resembling a pit of hell.

After almost a solid minute of firing, the order was given to cease and re-acquire the target. The spotters found no trace of the man in black armor, and cheering broke out among the Russian soldiers...

....until a black and red blur shot down from the skies and into the lead tank, crushing it completely and driving a large crater in the ground.

Out of the crater emerged Zod, who bore not a scratch from the fury of the Russians' guns. Whether he really was powerful enough to withstand the barrage or simply flew out of the way, the General was unscathed, and he smiled at his remaining adversaries.

One of the tanks leveled its turret and fired another H.E.A.T. round towards the General. As the shell screamed towards him, the General's reflexes triggered and the world around him seemed to slow down, to the point where he could reach out and grab the offending object and re-direct it with ease. The crew of the T-95 didn't even have time to register Zod's unbelievable speed as he caught the armor-piercing round and threw it back at them. The shell burst with another ear-splitting report, blasting the Russian tank to bits.

The explosion sent debris rocketing into other nearby tanks, crippling them beyond repair. Zod finished the job with his heat vision, melting their frames and incinerating the crews with molten slag. The General heard their screams of agony, and it fueled his memories of his old days of blood and glory.

Envigorated, Zod began dispatching his enemies in bigger numbers. Grabbing one of the T-95s in the rear, Zod hoisted it into the air and began to use it as a battering ram, slamming into the next tank in the line...and then the next one...and the next one...Zod picked up speed and plowed through the entire line before hurling the tank into the pile of rubble that was once the bridge.

Soon, the powerful line of armored artillery was nothing more than a twisted pile of smoldering wreckage. Those who survived Zod's attack were gunned down by Pokolistani rebels who had flanked their position. Of course, Zod could have done it himself, but the General knew his soldiers needed the taste of blood for themselves.

One of the camera crews made its way through the battlefield and approached Zod, who looked directly into the camera and spoke.

"People of Russia, and of the whole of Planet Earth, hear me. I am Dru-Zod of Krypton, and this is only the beginning of my crusade. If the Russians so desire a war against Pokolistan, then they shall have it. By this time tomorrow, my army and I will march into Russia, and no one-- not even Superman himself-- will stop us!"

The rebel soldiers around him cheered and fired their guns into the air. Zod turned and walked away, grinning inwardly. There, he thought to himself, that should get someone's attention...
 
Red X said:
Well if Electro_UK ain’t gonna post, I’ll just have to get us out of here all on my lonesome. The elevator halt’s at the ground floor and the doors widen.

“I’ll check to see if the coast is clear.” Always wanted to say that. Bullesye nods and I do my best Scooby Doo impression and tiptoe through the reception. No one, no goon’s, no cop’s not even a receptionist. If I were an idiot I'd think this was a trap.

“Looks ok, grab porky and…” But before I can finish my lame joke, a string of Luthor’s lackeys appear from behind the counter and aim their riffles at my head.

My eyes dart around nervously “….Well this is awkward. Don’t suppose you’d be open to a bribe or something? I’ve haven’t got any cash on me right now but I’m good for I.O.U’s. How about some porn I’ve got stakes of that at home, vintage quality 80's stuff.” They don’t answer and I don't think I'd want to give up my porn anyway “Oh well guess this means another mandatory fight scene.”

I withdraw my pistols and leap back shooting down Luthor’s band of merry men, one by one like dominos they fall to the ground. That was easier than I thought. Bullseye meet’s me at the opening with Big Mack and I run off and park the limo out front.

“Put tub’s in the jocose in the back. I hear whales need to kept wet and stuff.”

As Bullesye puts Jabba in the water, he starts to mumble. “The d, d--ocks.” Mutters Fisk. Makes sense, seems to be the only place Red X can think of for **** to go down.

OOC: You said you had a post written up for the using :confused:

Bullseye looked at Deadpool. "Docks? Looks like we've got ourselves a party to crash." he laughed climbing into the front seat of the limo, Deadpool climbing in the back once more.

"Let's roll." They sped off into the night.
 
Electro UK said:
OOC: You said you had a post written up for the using :confused:

Bullseye looked at Deadpool. "Docks? Looks like we've got ourselves a party to crash." he laughed climbing into the front seat of the limo, Deadpool climbing in the back once more.

"Let's roll." They sped off into the night.

It takes a while but eventually we end up at the docks beside the big biggest yacht I&#8217;ve ever seen. Now awake Fisk step&#8217;s out the back of the limo, still dripping from the much needed bath. Me and Bullseye exit soon after.

&#8220;Who&#8217;s idea was it to put me in the jocose!&#8221; Roars Fisk.

My eyes nudge over to the left. &#8220;*Cough*,*Cough*, Bullseye *Cough*,*Cough*.&#8221; But Fisk&#8217;s stare focuses on me. &#8220;What?&#8221;

Fisk shakes his head. &#8220;Never mind, what is the current situation?&#8221;

&#8220;Well&#8230;I&#8217;m make it simple, for all those who either couldn&#8217;t be bothered to follow the arc or didn&#8217;t understand it&#8230;after all it&#8217;s is mightily complex, I&#8217;m confused myself. Well I tried to kill Luthor, that didn&#8217;t go so well and I got shot in the ass and then tortured&#8230; which wasn&#8217;t the fun kind. I broke out tried to kill Luthor again and then got hired by him to kill Bullseye, we had a quick tussle. I remembered my loyalty to you and we headed to Lexcorp tower. We fought Captain America, I pierced Luthor&#8217;s hand to the wall and then we came to the docks after you mumbled something.&#8221;

&#8220;Hmmm&#8221; Fisk strokes his chin. &#8220;Luthor is indeed a worthy opponent, one that will be not taken down by brute force alone. His empire must crumble first.&#8221; He clenches his fist. &#8220;I want you two to bring down Lexcorp. I will triple your pay.&#8221; Bullseye nods. &#8220;And you?&#8221;

&#8220;Dude your head is so shinny, in the summer you must be like a portable light bulb.&#8221;

&#8220;Whatever are you babbling about now? Are you in or not?&#8221;

&#8220;Might as well.&#8221;

&#8220;Excellent. I think its best until this matter is resolved I go into seclusion. I had planned for a Lexcorp cargo ship to me ambushed tonight; there is no reason that can not still go ahead." He hikes up the ramp to the yacht. &#8220;Contact me when Luthor&#8217;s kingdom is no long in business.&#8221; A few minutes past and the yacht speeds away

&#8220;I have a feeling the doughnut shops gonna need to stock up.&#8221;
 

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