The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG Season VI IC Thread

[Venom160]

"Maybe, but I get the feeling he's right. Let's go"

We head into the mansion after the others, everyone walking on eggshells. Everyone here is more used to fighting each other than being civil to each other.

We see Emma inside and she motions us over.

"Lorna, Julian. There's going to be a discussion in the War Room between Magneto and the active X-Men. I want an Academy presence there too. We won't be shut out of this. Lorna, you and Alex are my leading students and obviously I want you to be present by my side."

"Of course, Ms. Frost."

She turns to an obviously miffed Julian with that cold look in her eyes.

"Julian, you may attend also, if you keep your temper in check. This meeting is not just a mission plan, this is politics. I won't have our side look weak because you cannot keep your mouth shut. Are we clear?"

Ouch. Ms. Frost can really live up to her name sometimes. I get what she's saying though, we're about to be in a room with some of the most influential and powerful mutants in the world. The last thing we want to be seen as is a loose cannon. Though I get the feeling Julian won't be alone in his anger if the look on Warren's face was anything to go by.
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"Julian, you may attend also, if you keep your temper in check. This meeting is not just a mission plan, this is politics. I won't have our side look weak because you cannot keep your mouth shut. Are we clear?"

I shift my gaze between Miss Frost and my teammates.

After all these years they still treat me like a liability.

"Crystal. After all you've slept with the nut job who destroyed our lives. Who am I to ruin our sparkling image when you already have it covered."

Without another word I head into the mansion already fearing the fallout that my words will obviously bring on.

 

[Gallagher]

"Whatever you did to him, Sinister, I suggest you undo it before I gut you..." I said as I shifted my entire forearm into a solid, sharp blade of ice that was about twice the size of Logan's claws. But looking on the bright side, at least Logan's getting his claws back...

Logan screamed as he felt the hot flow of adamantium course through his body. As he felt the claws on one hand form he unsheathed and in a primal rage cut himself free from the machine. The bonding process was uncomplete giving him only one set of claws. This was the least of Sinister's worries however as Iceman's newly formed ice-blade came swinging downward toward him.

Snarling, Logan diving in the way, his clawless outstretched hand taking the blow cutting it clean off.

The newly-crowned Death screamed in agony. As he slashed out at his former friend, hitting nothing in a blind fury, Iceman charged forward with all his body strength, barging into the primal Wolverine, accidentally forcing his handless arm crashing through a bubbling glass of adimantium, coating the stump in a silver unbreakable liquid and stopping the wound from healing.

"GYAAARRRR." Logan roared, turning to face Iceman once more...

Sinister looked on and smiled.

"Death, extinguish this pathetic creature."

 

[Blacklight]

Logan screamed as he felt the hot flow of adamantium course through his body. As he felt the claws on one hand form he unsheathed and in a primal rage cut himself free from the machine. The bonding process was uncomplete giving him only one set of claws. This was the least of Sinister's worries however as Iceman's newly formed ice-blade came swinging downward toward him.

Snarling, Logan diving in the way, his clawless outstretched hand taking the blow cutting it clean off.

The newly-crowned Death screamed in agony. As he slashed out at his former friend, hitting nothing in a blind fury, Iceman charged forward with all his body strength, barging into the primal Wolverine, accidentally forcing his handless arm crashing through a bubbling glass of adimantium, coating the stump in a silver unbreakable liquid and stopping the wound from healing.

"GYAAARRRR." Logan roared, turning to face Iceman once more...

Sinister looked on and smiled.

"Death, extinguish this pathetic creature."

Holy crap, I just cut Logan's hand off! He's gonna be soooo pissed off...

Sonn after I stared at the blood dripping from Logan's arm did he lunge at me, and I raised my spiked arms up in defense to deflect his claws.

"Logan, stop! Whatever it is Sinister did to you, you need to fight it!"

 

[Venom160]

The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I look up into Altman's face the memories of Peter's confrontation with the Hulk replaying in my mind.

"Ok first off no eat Tarantula. Tarantula gangly and..."

Altman rolls his eyes and heads back to the house as Forge smacks me in the head.

"Alright look we need your help."

"Barking up the wrong tree bug."

"Wait maybe we can..."

The sound of the door slamming cuts me off.

"*sigh* Great."

I turn to Forge.

"You wanna talk to him? He seems to be speaking blockhead."

"No you seem to have this well in hand. Go ahead fearless leader..."

[BLACKOUT]"Glad to see our lives are in such capable hands."[/BLACKOUT]

I shoot a quick glance to Ty.

"Fine! I'll do this...."

I head back up the porch and step through the shattered remains of the front door.

"Ok Altman! You're gonna listen to we have to say and...."

My spider sense blares in time for me to jump onto the ceiling and dodge the couch that was aimed for my head.

"Thank you. If I heard a 'have a seat' pun I swear I'd have blown my brains out."

Altman's large form slowly moves into the kitchen.

"I'm not going back to SHIELD. It'll take alot more than some Ultimates wannabes to make me think otherwise."

I take to argue back but cut off by my cell ringing.

"Yeah?"

'Give him the phone.'

Oh you have got to be kidding me.

'Today if possible.'

I move slowly into the kitchen relying on my spider sense to warn me of any more incoming couches. I just manage to stifle a laugh at the site of Altman's large form sitting at a very small dinner table. Anger flashes across Altman's face as he gets to his face.

"How many times do I have to tell you!"

I shove the phone in his face.

"Fury."

His green face goes pale and he snatches the phone from my hand.

"Fury I don't.."

He trails off as he gets that familiar "getting chewed out by Fury" face.

"Y...yes sir. Ok sir."

He passes the phone back.

"He wants to talk to you."

"Yeah?"

'Menace is doing serious damage. Hurry the **** up.'

The phone goes dead.

 

[Gallagher]

Holy crap, I just cut Logan's hand off! He's gonna be soooo pissed off...

Sonn after I stared at the blood dripping from Logan's arm did he lunge at me, and I raised my spiked arms up in defense to deflect his claws.

"Logan, stop! Whatever it is Sinister did to you, you need to fight it!"

The man once known as Logan simply growled. The pain of his recent amputation dying down, he lunged at the young mutant with his good arm, scraping the hardened ice from his shoulder.

"KILL YOU!" He howled, the feral rage overtaking him as he moved faster and hit harder than before. The young Iceman was overwhelmed, the fear in his face finally showing, the jokes and the puns ceasing.

Before Death could land a killing blow however, Iceman lunged foreward suddenly, the ice spike catching the horseman off gaurd, ripping through his lower body. Suprised at his own skill, Iceman smiled as he turned the ice-blade sidewards and sliced the beserk Logan in half. Howling in pain once more Death, in two part, fell to the floor, the blood loss from his now-adamantium covered stump and the impromptu disembowling getting the better of him as his brain ceased to function properly.

His horseman seemingly defeated for the time being, Sinister fled the lab but not out of fear, he knew the next objective would be one Dr McTaggert and Essex was not going to let her off the island alive...

 

[Catman_prb]

Ultimate Iron Man​

"Well... what do you think of this one?"​

"I like the color."

"So?"

"-ld. Sold."

"You approve?"​

"I do. Buy it."​

"I'll take it!" Stark called to the salesman who had been hovering over their shoulders.​

"Alright, Mr. Stark, I'll just need to run a line of cre--"​

"I'm Tony Stark." The billionaire said flatly. "Don't make my friends and me wait."​

He handed a check for the price of the car to the salesman and took the keys from the man's palm.​

With a flick of the wrist, the keys were in the air, and Hawkeye grabbed them.​

"Let's go, boss." Stark said as he slid into the back seat.​

Captain America, with a bag full of snacks, pornographic magazines, CDs and comic books, climbed into the front passenger seat. Clint Barton got into the driver's seat.​

"What exactly do I do now?" Barton asked sarcastically.​

Stark pointed to the street in front of the dealership, a road which led directly to the highway.​

"Just drive through that front glass window. I'll buy the dealership later just to shut them up." Stark said, pulling a can of soda out of the bag. "And, besides, who the hell hasn't wanted to plow through a glass wall in a car?"​

A few hours and a pane of glass later, the car was thundering down a motorway heading out of New York.

"So where are we actually going, anyway?" Steve asked from the passenger seat.

Clint flicked on his iPod, bought at the expense of SHIELD, and scrolled through the albums he'd added for the trip. He grinned as he stopped on the Journey, and clicked it on.

"Well Missouri in the end, but that doesn't really matter," he said, leaning back with one hand on the wheel "It's all about the journey,"

 

[Matt Murdock]

A few hours and a pane of glass later, the car was thundering down a motorway heading out of New York.

"So where are we actually going, anyway?" Steve asked from the passenger seat.

Clint flicked on his iPod, bought at the expense of SHIELD, and scrolled through the albums he'd added for the trip. He grinned as he stopped on the Journey, and clicked it on.

"Well Missouri in the end, but that doesn't really matter," he said, leaning back with one hand on the wheel "It's all about the journey,"

Ultimate Iron Man
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Stark sipped from his soda in the back seat of the massive SUV. Two brown, paper bags of delectable confections and goodies sat next to him, one in the rear, driver's side passenger seat, and one on the floor behind the driver's seat.

In his lap rested Batman: Dark Victory. He was on the last page, finishing the book as the trio pushed through upstate New York.

"Why don't we ever fight regular people?" He asked, closing the paperback graphic novel.
"Eh?" Barton asked, glancing at Stark in the rear-view mirror.

"Well," Stark said, smiling to himself and tapping on the cover of the book, "Look at Batman. He has to fight Holiday, Calendar Man, Two Face, the Joker, Ra's Al Ghul, and a heaping load of mobsters."

Rogers and Clint both nodded to themselves, Steve feigning understanding.

"We deal with Spots, and Beatles, and Silver Surfers, and Deadpools, and Thors, and tons of other super-goons. Sooo..."

He put the book on the center console and tapped on it.

"Why don't we deal with regular criminals? The Joker doesn't have any powers, he's just loopy. Two Face has a gun and a dash of schizophrenia, and Ra's Al Ghul is just a really, really, really, really smart ninja."

"Hasn't he got powers, or been resurrected, or something?" Clint asked, punching a hole through Stark's logic.

The billionaire paused for a moment, trying to think of a good lie or explanation.

"...I only saw the movie." He finally admitted.

Barton laughed aloud as Steve glanced out of the window.

"Maybe I'll commission Loeb to write a book about us when we get back to the city." Iron Man's alter ego mused aloud, rubbing his goatee.

"No."
"No."
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His teammates spoke in unison.

"Why not?" Stark hissed indignantly.

"I dunno." Barton muttered, "I've read some of his stuff, and he seems like the end-of-the-world type. Just doesn't sit well with me what I think he'd do to a world of Ultimates."

He gestured around the car, illustrating his reference to the team.

"Come on, though. How could he f**k us up? We're The Ultimates!"

"I just think it might be a bad idea."

Stark leaned back, sulking for a few minutes.

"Yeah... well... purple is gay."

Barton glanced over his shoulder.

"What wassat?"

"Nothin'."

 

[Gallagher]

Donald Blake had been walking for hours. His feet ached and his back pained him. Carrying what little possessions he had over his back in a small rucksack he had decided to hit the road.

New York had gotten too much for him, the freak thunderstorms, the one-eyed-man and then there was his friend, the man he may have killed by accident. His head had flooded with images he didn't recognize, grand structures in the sky, vengeful gods and super-powered heroes.

He needed to get somewhere he couldn't hurt anyone, somewhere remote.

Just as he had stopped to take a breather a rather large SUV came over the horizan. 'Typical American musclehead.' Donny pondered to himself. 'No idea of the consequences.'

But right now, Donny knew he needed a ride and if that meant hitchhiking with a bunch of rowdy fratboys then so be it. He stuck out his thumb and grudgingly hoped the vehicle would stop.

 

[Matt Murdock]

Donald Blake had been walking for hours. His feet ached and his back pained him. Carrying what little possessions he had over his back in a small rucksack he had decided to hit the road.

New York had gotten too much for him, the freak thunderstorms, the one-eyed-man and then there was his friend, the man he may have killed by accident. His head had flooded with images he didn't recognize, grand structures in the sky, vengeful gods and super-powered heroes.

He needed to get somewhere he couldn't hurt anyone, somewhere remote.

Just as he had stopped to take a breather a rather large SUV came over the horizan. 'Typical American musclehead.' Donny pondered to himself. 'No idea of the consequences.'

But right now, Donny knew he needed a ride and if that meant hitchhiking with a bunch of rowdy fratboys then so be it. He stuck out his thumb and grudgingly hoped the vehicle would stop.

Ultimate Iron Man
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Stark gasped as he looked out along the open highway.

"Clint, look!" He exclaimed. "A drifter! Let's pick him up and take him in the opposite direction of where he wants to go!"
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[Matt Murdock]

Deadpool!
Chapter I

Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, Wade. That "Nexus" business is all over with, no more voices in your head, and Byrd Man doesn't post in this game anymore. Wonder of wonder, miracles of miracles.

Come to think of it, though, not many people do post here anymore.

...Bwahahah. Come.

Of course, I'm staying in a wonderfully appointed hotel room. Far better than the Waldorf. I'm laying in bed, with the sheets draped over my muscular frame. i glance at my nightstand and see my handgun laying silently next to an empty glass and equally full bottle of gin.

By the way, Blacklight is playing Captain America, now? That's interesting.

Now, of course, as I'm glancing around this Season VI (three seasons strong, baby) hotel room, I notice a few things. First, there's a pair of pants on the ground next to mine. Second, there's another shirt draped over the armchair. Third, the shower's running.

These observations don't really come as any surprise to me, since I'm such a "playa," but something seems off about them.

The PDA on my nightstand rattles, signaling that I have a new e-mail.

"Wade. Welcome to Season VI. As you may notice, there've been a few changes to the game. Syn and EBJ have taken a few seasons off, and a newcomer, Harley_X, has taken up Emma Frost. Harley is hot, so enjoy fantasizing about her.

Also, since I'm a mean S.O.B., I've taken delight in making the beginning of this season as random and character-developing moment for you.

Ennnnjoy.

-Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Spideyssuperfan"

Now, I'm quite a few things (a snappy dresser, an expert tactician, and a stallion in the sack), but one of the things I'm not is an idiot. Yes, yes, yes, I know I'm insane. But just because I like to think that murder is a wonderful pastime doesn't make me stupid.

The shower shuts off and I hear a towel being heaved off of a rack. The door opens and I groan as I turn over slowly.

"Mornin', Wade."

Oh, Jesus Christ.

I snatch the gun off of my nightstand and contemplate blowing Hasselhoff's head off.

"Relax." His deep voice says. "You were drunk and, well, I'm me."

He flashes that smug Hasselhoff smile... that charming, luxurious grin that could melt a man's heart... that could tame wildabeast.

He pulls on his clothes as I continue to aim the gun at him, half-angry, half-smitten.

He is a hairy mother****er, now that I'm getting a good look at him. It's enough to send shivers down my spine.

Hasslehoff leaves as quickly as he had come a--

...Note to self: never, ever, in the history of the Ultimate Marvel RPG, repeat that phrase again.

I sit holding my gun out for fifteen minutes.

Harley_X is playing Emma Frost, eh? And she's a babe?

Looks like I'm going to have to go have myself a torrid love scene to reclaim my masculinity.
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[Blacklight]

In all my years, I've never been in a car quite as fancy as this, but from listening to the engine, I could at least tell it was american. I don't quite recognize the music either, or any of the contraptions and doohickeys that's playing it either, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to sit back and relax...

Stark gasped as he looked out along the open highway.

"Clint, look!" He exclaimed. "A drifter! Let's pick him up and take him in the opposite direction of where he wants to go!"​

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I looked out the window as Stark pointed to the man next to us on the street, and something was very familiar about him... Like he looked like someone I knew...

"Clint stop the car!"

 

[Blacklight]

The man once known as Logan simply growled. The pain of his recent amputation dying down, he lunged at the young mutant with his good arm, scraping the hardened ice from his shoulder.

"KILL YOU!" He howled, the feral rage overtaking him as he moved faster and hit harder than before. The young Iceman was overwhelmed, the fear in his face finally showing, the jokes and the puns ceasing.

Before Death could land a killing blow however, Iceman lunged foreward suddenly, the ice spike catching the horseman off gaurd, ripping through his lower body. Suprised at his own skill, Iceman smiled as he turned the ice-blade sidewards and sliced the beserk Logan in half. Howling in pain once more Death, in two part, fell to the floor, the blood loss from his now-adamantium covered stump and the impromptu disembowling getting the better of him as his brain ceased to function properly.

His horseman seemingly defeated for the time being, Sinister fled the lab but not out of fear, he knew the next objective would be one Dr McTaggert and Essex was not going to let her off the island alive...

Just as Logan, or half of Logan fell to the floor unconcious, I saw Sinister trying to run away in the corner of my eye. There was no way in hell I was going to let him get away, so I before he could reach the doorway, I put my hand on the floor and used it as a conduit to create a wall of ice that was big enough to seal the doorway before Sinister could reach it. He was trapped, and I wasn't happy...

"You're not going anywhere Sinister. Where's Moira?"

 

[Catman_prb]

In all my years, I've never been in a car quite as fancy as this, but from listening to the engine, I could at least tell it was american. I don't quite recognize the music either, or any of the contraptions and doohickeys that's playing it either, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to sit back and relax...
[/left]
I looked out the window as Stark pointed to the man next to us on the street, and something was very familiar about him... Like he looked like someone I knew...

Oh my god... It can't be.

"Clint stop the car!"

Clint sighed and slammed on the brakes.

"Your both bastards," he muttered "But I like the way you think,"

He rolled down the window, and stuck his head out.

"Hey buddy, you need a lift?" Clint shouted, before pulling his head back in and turning to Stark.

"And FYI, purple is a glorious colour. Red makes you look like a harlot,"

 

[Venom160]

My heart locks up for what feels like an eternity, her words sinks in cutting me in ways I've never experienced before. I take in a deep breath after realizing that I wasn't breathing.

"Oh."

My voice sounds different, hollow.

"If....."

My words catch in my throat refusing to be said. My mind raced with a thousand words I wanted to say.

Ali please don't do this! Can't you feel the bond between us!

I try and block out what my mind is trying to scream to Ali.

I can't survive without you.....

"If that's what you feel is the right thing to do....."

Seconds tick agonizingly by as I try to keep my expression calm. The cold hollow feeling continues to spread through my body.

"I'm gonna go make sure that the students are safe."

"Warren...."

I try to avoid Ali's gaze.

"I'll be right back."

 

[Noon]

Seconds tick agonizingly by as I try to keep my expression calm. The cold hollow feeling continues to spread through my body.

"I'm gonna go make sure that the students are safe."

"Warren...."

I try to avoid Ali's gaze.

"I'll be right back."

I sit at the central table in the empty War Room. Hanging my head in my hands I feel accused by the onlooking cold metal walls and the horrible silence.

*BAMF*

I jump a little as a huge puff of smoke seems to explode near the doorway. It clears quickly and I raise an eyebrow as I look over the man it reveals. At the same time I get this horrible sensation of memory that I'm getting sick off. Like when you know someone's name but it won't leave the tip of your tongue, a memory that tastes like metal.

He stares at me for a second, obviously confused as to why I haven't spoken.

"Uh...Hi?"

"Alison, how are you feeling?" His accent is foreign, European or something.

"I'm...ok. Sorry, what's your name?" I decide to skip the pleasantries, this will go a lot faster if I'm just straight.

"Oh, yes of course, your memory loss. I am Kurt Wagner, some call me Nightcrawler." He smiles proudly at that last part and comes and sits next to at the table, moving with incredible grace too.

"Kurt...Kurt..." I roll the name around a bit, and get a hazy feeling of recognition. A few memories skim the surface of my mind but nothing concrete, just impressions.

"Heh, sorry. I guess I kinda remember you, I mean, you seem hard to forget."

We both laugh a little and the mood is lightened. It seems easy to talk to him. Even though he looks pretty spectacular he's pretty down to earth.

"So, how come you are not vit Warren? Is he not supposed to be looking after you?"

"I don't need looking after." I frown at that, I hate being babied. "I have amnesia, I'm not a kid. Anyway, me and Warren... we're kinda not in the same place anymore. At least I'm not."

Kurt seems intrigued by this and considers it in silence for a moment.

"I am sorry to hear this. Would I be too forward to ask why?"

"I dunno. I guess I just need to sort out my own head first. I can't remember most of our relationship and he just wants us to go back to normal. I don't even know if we were...Kurt, what did you know about me and Warren."

"Frauline, I..." He pauses and look away for a second. "I do not want to meddle in such things." Still I push him for more information, I get the feeling he does want to tell me.

"He says we were engaged. Is that true"

"You had been dating for some time, but if you were engaged...well, I did not know of this."

"You see! I don't even know if I can trust him! What if he's just manipulating me...Ahh!" I cry out in frustration and put my aching head back into my hands. Kurt puts his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

"Alison, I wish I could help you more. I'm afraid I have been absent so much recently, I did not realise.." I stop him as I place me hand over his on the table.

"No...it's not you Kurt. You've been more help than most around here. At least I have one person I can trust."
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[Noon]

"Julian, you may attend also, if you keep your temper in check. This meeting is not just a mission plan, this is politics. I won't have our side look weak because you cannot keep your mouth shut. Are we clear?"

I shift my gaze between Miss Frost and my teammates.

After all these years they still treat me like a liability.

"Crystal. After all you've slept with the nut job who destroyed our lives. Who am I to ruin our sparkling image when you already have it covered."

Without another word I head into the mansion already fearing the fallout that my words will obviously bring on.

I look fearfully at Emma's fuming face, almost believing I can see steam coming out of her ears. She glares after Julian but does nothing.

"I...better go find Alex then." I sidle away carefully. One thing I've learned is that you don't want to draw Emma's attention when she's mad.

I quickly leave her side and head off to find Alex. Why is he so hard to find these days? I don't like staying at the X-Mansion, I'm kinda starting to feel like Alice.
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[Gallagher]

Clint sighed and slammed on the brakes.

"Your both bastards," he muttered "But I like the way you think,"

He rolled down the window, and stuck his head out.

"Hey buddy, you need a lift?" Clint shouted, before pulling his head back in and turning to Stark.

"And FYI, purple is a glorious colour. Red makes you look like a harlot,"

Donald smiled slightly as the car rolled to a halt in front of him. He didn't think such samaritans still existed.

"Yes, thank you my friend. To however far you can take me without inconveniencing yourselves."

 

[Venom160]

I only make it to the locker room before the emotions that I've been trying to hold back finally breaks loose. Minutes pass and the only evidence of this outburst is the shattered row of lockers and my bloody fists. I drop onto the bench and let my head fall into my hands.

"Warren."

I don't bother looking up.

"I heard what happened..."

"Didn't the Professor you tell to not abuse your power?"

"I didn't." Jean's voice sounds almost acidic. "But it's kinda hard to ignore it when someones mind is literally screaming."

"Sorry."

Jean walks over and sits beside me.

"Give her time Warren. You have no idea how frustrating it is for her right now. "

"I know...."

"But that doesn't mean you have to keep everything bottled up." She nods to the destroyed lockers. "The mansion can't keep taking these kinds of beatings."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. After everything you've both been through it's understandable. But you don't need to go through this alone. You know Scott and I are here for you."

I angrily wipe away tears as I recall the people I've lost and the pain thats been inflicted.

"I just don't know if I can take this anymore Jean...."

Jean wraps an arm around my shoulder as I try to keep myself together.

 

[Blacklight]

Donald smiled slightly as the car rolled to a halt in front of him. He didn't think such samaritans still existed.

"Yes, thank you my friend. To however far you can take me without inconveniencing yourselves."

As the passenger entered the car, I whispered in Tony's ear...

"Tony, doesn't he look familiar to you? I think I've seen him before..."

 

[Blacklight]

Deep concentration remains on Cyclops' face and he deliberates telepathically with Jean. Minutes pass in silence until Cyclops finally nods.

"Come in. We have much to discuss."

The War Room, Moments later...

The tension was high as all three of our groups entered the War Room of our subbasement. This was truly incomprehensible, that Magneto would come to us to form an alliiance, but then again, so was Emma coming to us as well...

Although Magneto was right about one thing, some of our 'heavy hitters' as he put it earlier were gone. Logan and Bobby still have yet to come back with Moira, Allison's still amnesiac, so i don't know if she's ready. I might have to see where she stands. And lord knows where the hell Hank disappeared to. That just leaves Jean, Storm, Pyro, Kitty, Gambit, Kurt, Angel and myself.

But then that just makes me think of the team we would have if we did join forces with Frost and Magneto. Magneto's bringing Blob, Toad, Mimic and Mystique to the table, and Emma has Lorna, Hellion and my brother. Not to mention Sunspot and Cannonball. All together, that's more than enough power to match the Professor, or rather what used to be the Professor...

I decided to take a seat at the table, and Magento and Emma sat down at either side of me, and I turned my attention towards him first...

"I'm guessing you have a plan? Because I'd personally like to hear it before I make any decisions regarding the Professor..."

 

[Venom160]

The War Room, Moments later...

The tension was high as all three of our groups entered the War Room of our subbasement. This was truly incomprehensible, that Magneto would come to us to form an alliiance, but then again, so was Emma coming to us as well...

Although Magneto was right about one thing, some of our 'heavy hitters' as he put it earlier were gone. Logan and Bobby still have yet to come back with Moira, Allison's still amnesiac, so i don't know if she's ready. I might have to see where she stands. And lord knows where the hell Hank disappeared to. That just leaves Jean, Storm, Pyro, Kitty, Gambit, Kurt, Angel and myself.

But then that just makes me think of the team we would have if we did join forces with Frost and Magneto. Magneto's bringing Blob, Toad, Mimic and Mystique to the table, and Emma has Lorna, Hellion and my brother. Not to mention Sunspot and Cannonball. All together, that's more than enough power to match the Professor, or rather what used to be the Professor...

I decided to take a seat at the table, and Magento and Emma sat down at either side of me, and I turned my attention towards him first...

"I'm guessing you have a plan? Because I'd personally like to hear it before I make any decisions regarding the Professor..."

A arrogant smirk spreads across his face as he turns to Cyclops.

"It's quite simple Summers that I'm surprised you haven't thought of it."

Magneto turns his attention back to the group.

"Charles is without a doubt the strongest telepath on the planet. Even with that power Charles strongest trait was his self-control. I'm guessing with this new personality trait that that control is gone."

"What are you getting at Magneto?"

"Come now Scott do I have to spell it out?"

"Without holding back that spike in power should be traceable. I can use Cerebro to pinpoint his exact location."

Magneto's grin grows as he nods at Jean.

"Exactly my dear. After we get his location we hit him with everything we have before he has a chance to gather a force. But I must say that I had expected more from you X-men."

His eyes sweep across the young students sitting around him. His gaze lingers longest on Angel, the fire in his eyes that he showed on the lawn have extinguished completely.

"I have never seen you all in such a state of disarray. It's quite pathetic actually. What could have happened to cause such a sorry state?"

 

[Matt Murdock]

Deadpool!
​

Chapter II

Okay. So, on a scale of 1-10, this idea ranks somewhere in the "15-s," but... still. Times are tough. Gamers playing here are at an all-time low, and... well... I'm bored. So, in the words of the old country... it's time to f**k s**t up.

"Get your motor runnin'. Head out on the highway! Lookin' for adventure, and whatever comes our way."

Do I still think in Book Antiqua, Red, Bold, 2?

"Goodie! How I've missed you, Ultimate Marvel!"

So, readers. Here we are again. I'm bolting down the highway towards Westchester (Yes. You read correctly. I think we all know what this means.) and singing Born to Be Wild out loud.

After the inferred sex-scene with Hasselhoff, I think I'm going to need a way to reclaim my manhood. And, while boinking Harley_X through the internet is a delightful though, a macho-man, gun-toting, shoot-out sounds far more like the "Ultimate Deadpool" you've all come to know and loathe.

I plant my foot on the gas.

This is a handy narrative line where I say that the journey to the X-Mansion is short, but a good time for self-reflection.

Oh, while we're on the subject, does anyone else seriously wonder about Charlie No-One's gender? He used to post here, but he played people with vaginas, despite claiming to be a dude.

I'm just saying... he's either a chick or he's gay

...Or he's a gay chick.

And that'd be totally f**king hot.

Oh, look!

​

I'm here.

I park the stolen, one-and-done motorcycle in the front driveway.

"It's quiet!" I announce obnoxiously. My voice has that sort of tone that someone gets right after they score a tenner in bowling, or they've just gotten laid for the first time, or after winning the fourth-grade spelling bee because little Wadey couldn't spell v-a-c-u-u-m. "Too quiet."

I tromp through the front door. Leave it to a school to keep their goddamned from door unlocked.

It's dead-silent. No hall monitors... no nothing. From the main hall, every door is locked down with a steel panel covering it.

...Except one.

See, back in Season III (back in the day), I launched a single-handed assault on this place. Awful idea. Like, really. Horrible. Only benefit is that I figured out the floorplan... one that they havent changed a single bit.

It doesn't take long to sneak through their top-secret ventalation system. Leads right over their WAR ROOM (wassat big enough for you, X-Players?). Magneto's here? interesting little course this tale is running. Wasn't expecting that.

I plant my boot through the ceiling grate and slide down on a rope attached to a grapling hook.

"Ladies and gentlemen (and Magneto!), you've got some 'splainin' to do!"
​

 

[Matt Murdock]

As the passenger entered the car, I whispered in Tony's ear...

"Tony, doesn't he look familiar to you? I think I've seen him before..."

Ultimate Iron Man
​

Stark glared at Captain America and pulled out his cell phone, as he graciously cleared some space for the drifter in the back seat.

Cap's phone shook as he received the text message.

Stop being paranoid, old man.
This guy doesn't look like anyone we kmow.
​

Rogers glanced up from his phone to see Stark glaring at him coyly. What was the old codger thinking?

Of course, Tony Stark was a man with a photographic memory. If he wanted to, he could solve and logic puzzle, Rubik's cube, or military crisis in a matter of seconds. As far as world-saving went, he was on par with Jack Bauer. The man sitting next to him did look familiar, but something, deep in Stark's subconscious was driving him to ignore it. For now, he was just going with the flow.

 

[Blacklight]

Ultimate Iron Man

Stark glared at Captain America and pulled out his cell phone, as he graciously cleared some space for the drifter in the back seat.

Cap's phone shook as he received the text message.

Stop being paranoid, old man.
This guy doesn't look like anyone we kmow.​

Rogers glanced up from his phone to see Stark glaring at him coyly. What was the old codger thinking?

Of course, Tony Stark was a man with a photographic memory. If he wanted to, he could solve and logic puzzle, Rubik's cube, or military crisis in a matter of seconds. As far as world-saving went, he was on par with Jack Bauer. The man sitting next to him did look familiar, but something, deep in Stark's subconscious was driving him to ignore it. For now, he was just going with the flow.

Reading Tony's message, I pushed any thoughts I had of this man aside for the time being. This was a time for relaxation and fun, not paranoia. Although with the lives we all lead, how could I not be the least bit suspicious? He may not be anyone I know, but he could be someone that would kill us in a moments notice. Which is why I'll be keeping my eye on him...

"You have a name, stranger?"

 

[Blacklight]

His eyes sweep across the young students sitting around him. His gaze lingers longest on Angel, the fire in his eyes that he showed on the lawn have extinguished completely.

"I have never seen you all in such a state of disarray. It's quite pathetic actually. What could have happened to cause such a sorry state?"

He was right. We all have been more... distant as of late. Ever since what happened in Rumekistan. Since Winters... and most of it was my fault. It was me and Jean he was after. We were the ones he wanted to suffer, and because of that, we all suffered at the hand of that madman claiming to be my son... but that was all in the past. Now it's time to move past that and come together as a team again. To focus on the task at hand...

"It doesn't matter. I can guarantee that my team will be ready when the time comes. Right now, our number one priority is finding Xavie--"

It doesn't take long to sneak through their top-secret ventalation system. Leads right over their WAR ROOM (wassat big enough for you, X-Players?). Magneto's here? interesting little course this tale is running. Wasn't expecting that.

I plant my boot through the ceiling grate and slide down on a rope attached to a grapling hook.​

"Ladies and gentlemen (and Magneto!), you've got some 'splainin' to do!"​

"Deadpool!?"

Wilson? What the HELL is he doing here?

For once I had hoped that Storm was wrong, but she wasn't. It was Wade Wilson in the flesh, and now really wasn't a good time for him to be dropping in... So everyone of us in the room, X-Man and Brotherhood alike, got up from our seats and stood ready in case Wilson decided to attack. I myself wasted no time in placing my fingers on my visor's trigger, whilst Magneto's hand rippled with magnetic pulses...

"Wilson you have three seconds to tell me how and why you're here before I blast you're head clear off your shoulders..."

"Now is that any way to treat a guest, Cyke?"

My visor glowed brighter as I gritted my teeth and added the slightest pressure to the trigger.

"Two seconds..."​