The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG Seasson II Game Thread

Apprentice said:
Daredevil, Season Two: Part Three - Delivery (Phase One of Two)

"Mr Richards. I'm glad you're here; I thought you were going to be fighting hordes of beings from parallel universes or something."

Daredevil stepped out from the darkness, the tendrils of shadow bold enough to follow immediately retreating at even the feeble light of the roof service hatch. Reed Richards was stood on the edge of the roof, clad in a strange blue uniform with bifocals resting atop his nose. He's a lot...geekier than he looks in the papers. Seems like a decent enough guy, though. Anyone who does what we do must be a decent kinda guy to a certain extent, though.

"As I said over the phone, there's a little soemthing I want you to take a look at," he murmured. He extended one gloved hand for Richards to shake, but he suspected that as he simultaneously yanked the rubber-encased Electro into the light beside him and detatched the billy club cord, Richards may have been distracted enough to overlook the greeting gesture. "This idiot is called Electro. He's a thug, a thief, a murderer. Pretty much as dumb and powerful as they get in this city. We were fighting, and his powers kinda cut out...he seemed to mention something about it happening before, but then I shut him up. It didn't seem humane to bag 'n' board him off to the authorities...so I thought I'd bag 'n' board him off to you instead."

"Well Mr...um, Mr. Devil, My field of work is in pyshics but I'll have my colleague Dr. Susan Storm take a look at him, she's one of the top minds in the field of metapyshiology, Follow me."

I lead the way down the elevator and to Sue's lab.

"Sue, Could you do me a favor?"
 
Spider-Man pulled himself up. The suit was gone, probably back out the window. He couldn't let it out there, running around free.

But there were more important matters to attend to.

"MJ. Mary Jane. You're safe now. MJ? MJ?!"
 
Venom160 said:
[ArchAngel]

I reach out and knock on the Professor's door.

<Come in Warren.>

I door slowly opens revealing Professor Xavier behind his desk with Dr. Mctaggert sitting in one of the two chairs infront of his desk.

"Sit down Warren."

I slowly sit down as I look from Dr. Mctaggert and the Professor.

"Warren id like to do a quick mind scan to make sure that the 'Archangle' persona hasent taken over."

"Professor I can tell you right now that Archangel isnt in control, trust me its me in here."

"I have no doubt that you are in control but I have to make sure, while I scan your mind Moira is going to examine the exoskeleton before we prep the Med Lab."

"Um ok."

The Professor places a finger to his temple and closes his eyes, as I start to notice a wave to total relaxation roll over me. I feel my wings open as Moira starts to examine the exoskeleton, I don't know how much time passes until Dr. Mctaggert's voice breaks the silence.

"Charles we need to talk now alone."

The Professor opens his eyes and looks at Dr. Mctaggert and see how serious she is.

"Of course Moira, please excuse us Warren. Maybe you should go check on Alison, we'll meet you down there."

As I huddle on the chair, I try to remember the last few days. Whenever I think I am about to recall something, though, everything fades and I am left back at square one. Tiny snippets of memory evade me, hazy and undistinct, but when I try to think back on these last days although I can't get images, I can feel some of the emotions that went with them.

And what I feel scares me. Terrible anger and a great lust for killing. An uncontrolable rage I have only felt in one other place; Logan's memories.

The med lab doors swish open and I look up with a start.
 
Noon said:
As I huddle on the chair, I try to remember the last few days. Whenever I think I am about to recall something, though, everything fades and I am left back at square one. Tiny snippets of memory evade me, hazy and undistinct, but when I try to think back on these last days although I can't get images, I can feel some of the emotions that went with them.

And what I feel scares me. Terrible anger and a great lust for killing. An uncontrolable rage I have only felt in one other place; Logan's memories.

The med lab doors swish open and I look up with a start.
[ArchAngel]

As I slowly head back to the med lab I notice that the others doesnt seem to see me, I mean I just walked right past Kitty and she acted like I wasent even there. The Professor must of done something to them so they can't see me in this state. I stop at the door to the med lab, I know Ali said she needed time to herself but im scared that she might revert back to that creature. I walk closer to the door making it open, I see Ali jerk her head toward the door.

"Sorry to disturb you, could I come in?"
 
Venom160 said:
[ArchAngel]

As I slowly head back to the med lab I notice that the others doesnt seem to see me, I mean I just walked right past Kitty and she acted like I wasent even there. The Professor must of done something to them so they can't see me in this state. I stop at the door to the med lab, I know Ali said she needed time to herself but im scared that she might revert back to that creature. I walk closer to the door making it open, I see Ali jerk her head toward the door.

"Sorry to disturb you, could I come in?"

I shake my head to clear it and try a weak smile.

"Uh...yeah, yeah come in"

I sit up properly in the chair as he enters. Any bad memories fade as I look at him, his presence making me feel safe and happy.
 
Noon said:
I shake my head to clear it and try a weak smile.

"Uh...yeah, yeah come in"

I sit up properly in the chair as he enters. Any bad memories fade as I look at him, his presence making me feel safe and happy.
[Archangel]

I grab a chair and sit across from her, she flashes me a smile but I could tell she was still alittle shaken up alittle bit.

"So how are you feeling?"
 
[Ultimate Iron Fist]

Danny Rand walked into the bar and sat in a booth across from Shang Chi. Both men were silent for a few moments before Danny broke the silence. "So, how have you been, friend?"

Shang Chi took a sip of his drink before responding. He wiped his lips with his sleeves. "Well," Shang Chi started, "That depends on what you mean." He leaned over the table and scoped the room quickly. Then he spoke almost in a whisper, "The gangs have been rising in strength again. Not to mention the Kingpin." Then Shang Chi sat back and took another drink.

"I'll go to Hell's Kitchen and see what I can find out there. You take it easy, Shang," Danny said calmly and quietly. He then got up and placed some money on the table. "My treat," Danny explained before walking out the door.
 
TWO WEEKS AGO.......







Logan had become ferral, instinctual, an animal......only a few small fragments of a human consiousness resided within his mind. Standing before him was this dark skined man, a warrior, and someone strong enough to make an impression even with Logan in this state. Logan had saved the mans life, not because he felt it was the right thing to do, but out of instinct. Perhaps it was only because he had become so used to saving lives that it was now built into his mind as instinct, or perhaps mans base nature was always to protect, and not to destroy as so many have come to believe. Either way, this man, BLADE, stood in awe of his terrifying protector. Blade had spent many years in the darkness, hunting darkness without ever showing fear.....but something about this man, despite that he had saved his life......frightened him to his core. Blade slowly pressed a small com device on his right shoulder, he began to whisper into the devise in the hope that this animal standing before him wouldn't be able to hear......but of course whispering was a futile jesture.

[BLACKOUT]"Whistler....Whistler, I need backup, now...."[/BLACKOUT]

Across two blocks a bearded man sat in a truck listening to Willy Nelson on the radio, tapping the boot on his one good leg to the beat of the music, he was abruptly interupted by Blades call, quikly he picked up a com devise from the dash board stashed under a playboy magazine...

"Back up? Back up? Whatsa matter with you kid, you aint ever need back up againt Vamps before......what kind of nest did you find?"

[SPOILER]"Not vampires.......something else....some animal-man....with claws....big metal ones.....and he looks pissed....I'll try and slow him down, but somethin tells me he aint the type who likes to dance.[/SPOILER]

"Roger that daywalker......I didn't ever wana have to make this call ya know that??"

[SPOILER]"Ya......I know......just hurry up old timer.....[/SPOILER]

As blade spoke Logan began to growl, claws already drawn.....drool pouring from his mouth......His instinct had changed, he was no longer protecting Blade......he was hunting him. Logan lept at the other warrior, with animal fury and unhuman rage, and from afar Whistler made his call.....

"......Hello....ya, its Whistler....Get me Fury.......I DON'T CARE IF HE WAS PLAYIN WITH THOR'S NUTS PUT HIM ON THE PHONE!!!......Fury, ya its me......our boy seems to have gotten in some trouble.........WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN! Its some animal guy.....NO NOT THE HULK, YOU THINK THE KID WOULDN'T HAVE KNOW THE DIFFERNCE BETWEEN SOME ANIMAL WITH CLAWS AND YOUR GIANT GREEN MISTAKE!!!.......ya I said claws....what....oh what NOW ya wana help, JESUS!......Ya ya 53rd and Georgetown.......Hello......Hello??"

Moments later a light filled the sky, then another light, then another......ropes quikly droped from the sky, and from the ropes agents landed on the ground, nearly every agent of SHIELD was present, except Nick Fury....however a much more beautiful, and some would say more deadly presence was soon made know.....The Black Widow. She decended from a helicopter rope, landed on the ground, removed a sleek steel helmet from her face, and took point of the agents with her submachine ready and out in front of her. The agents stood still as the heard a crashing sound againts the wall of the club the stood before, but before they could react Blade was sent flying through a wall and into a near by car. His chest covered in slashes, and from the hole in the wall came a terrible growl, as Logan lept forward showing his blood covered claws. The black widow ponted her weapon at him, but remained steady....sudenly she shouted,

"No lethal fire!, All agents use harmonic weaponry only....FIRE NOW!"

Before Logan could take another step his intire skeleton was ringing like a bell, the vibrations against his brain were to much to take.....he fell unconsious on the ground.....and the Black Widow smiled as he fell....

"Strap him down, and keep him sedated! I want electromagnetic restraints do you copy!"

The agents quikly soluted their leader and did exactly as she instructed......




Present day.........




Logan lay yet agin unconsious and restrained, buried deep within his own thoughts. His body had healed perfectly, but his mind was still so broken. The door to his cell opened wide and in steped the two people most resonsible for his new capture, Blade, and the Black Widow. The Russian born American loyal look at him straped to the bed,

"He almost looks peacefull lying there....Almost handsome...."

[SPOILER]He's a monsterm an animal, you saw what he did to me...[/SPOILER]

"Yes I did......but you never saw what he did for you......"

[SPOILER]"What?"[/SPOILER]

"This man....and his friends....The X-Men.....the saved you, me, and this whole world...but most people will never know that. While SHIELD and the Ultimates are made public heroes....no one will ever see what they have done, how many lives they have saved.....this man MAY be an animal......but he's also a hero....more than any of us....We need Fury down here, hes been to busy with Spider-Man and all of his other problems, only he can give the final say on what we do with Logan."
 
Daredevil, Season Two: Part Four - Deliverance (Phase Two of Two)

BREEP.

BREEP.

BREEP.

Pausing in the doorway to the lab, the vigilante glanced at his cell phone; the caller identity setting erected a picture of a beautiful blonde, her rouged lips curved upwards in a smile. Accepting the call, he pressed the phone to his ear and listened intently as Karen Page desperately demanded that he come to her apartment. Before he could respond, Page cut the line. Bemused, Daredevil slipped the phone away and glanced back to Reed.

"Actually, Mr Richards," he interjected, "I'd better get going. I have...business to deal with."

Not awaiting an answer, he turned on his heels and darted through the tunnel, ascending the staircase in seconds and emerging onto the roof. By the time he hurled his costumed self from the edge and drew his billy club to grapple anything in his immediate vicinity, he was out of rbeath. Karen had sounded panicked...what could be so urgent that the unwithering Miss Page could be scared of?
 
"Actually, Mr Richards, I'd better get going. I have...business to deal with."

I watch as Daredevil leaves just as fast as he came, I turn to Sue and pick up the figure in the rubber bag.

"Put him in the Bio-Scanner, Reed."

"Alright, but first."

I stretch my right hand to a nearby table and grab a sedative, I inject the syringe in his neck and place him inside the orange globe.

"Alright, Let's get started."


 
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PROLOGUE
Rain.

It hammered down upon his motionless form in barrages of droplets, impacting on his skin with force so minimal that he barely registered it. Lightnign spidered across the ebony-coated sky, accompanied by the harsh bellow of thunder. The wind buffeted him from every side and the weather launched onslaught upon onslaught against him, but he remained still, clutching the hammer in his right hand as if it were a link to reality itself.

"Why does the weather no longer bow to me?" he roared, rising to his feet with sudden energy. Rage laced his tone, and his eyes pulsed with a mystical energy. "It is mine to command, curse you!" He brought his weapon down upon the grassy verge with all of his colossal might. The very ground itself splintered, retreating before the might of Mjolnir and its handler. "Curse you!" he repeated, allowing his hammer to slump of its own accord. Drained, he allowed the rain to drive him to his knees.

A voice, dripping with malice, resounded through his mind...a voice so very real, so tangible he believed he could reach out and touch it.

"Curse you..." he murmured.

He was Thor. He did not cry. And so, it was fortunate that his sobs were drowned out by the storm.

To be continued...
 
There were too many of them. Danny had underestimated his foes. "You will not BEAT ME!!" Danny exclaimed as his opponents closed in around him. His hand was glowing and he was punching with all of his might. Someone hit him from behind. That move was enough to throw off Danny. His left knee buckled and he scraped it against the ground. The gang closed around him like a tidal wave, and Danny managed to scream, "HELP!!!"
 
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IC Max Dillon: Electro
Season II - Part Six

Max Dillon's eyelids began to flutter. The first thing he noticed was the dull throbbing of his jaw.

"Awake already?" A female voice said. "Earlier than I expected... You've impressed me."

Electro opened his eyes fully, the bright lights blinding him. He was sitting in some sort of glass tube in the middle of a large laboratory. A beautiful blonde woman was sitting ten feet away or so at a bank of computers.

"What is this?" Electro yelled. "WHERE AM I?"

"You, Max Dillon, are in the Baxter Building. My name is Dr. Susan Storm. You were brought here by a man who calls himself Daredevil. Is any of this making sense to you?"

"Daredevil..." Max rubbed his swollen jaw. "Right," He thought. "Daredevil in the red pyjamas..."

Immediately Max tried to summon his electrical powers and use them to shatter his glass cell, but to no avail. He was still powerless. He was still plain old, two-bit crook, Max Dillon. So he handled things as ordinary Max Dillon would...

"Let me out of here you crazy witch!" He screamed. "You let me out of here right now or I'll... I'll fry you!"

The blonde in the labcoat smiled at this. "Oh I don't think there'll be any of that going on. According to the readings I'm getting, you're still quite harmless."

Max Dillon balled his fists and bit into his lip. He was furious. "I can't believe this bull!" He thought. It had been a long time since he had been forced to solve a problem without using a stroke of lightning. He didn't know what to do. So he threw a tantrum.

He banged against the glass with both fists, quickly realizing it was far too thick for ordinary Max Dillon to break. He kicked it. He spit and he screamed. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME YOU WORM! I'LL CALL THE COPS! YOU LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"

Dr. Storm sat still and tried to calm her riotous patient. "Mr. Dillon... Mr. Dillon please... MR. DILLON!" Max Dillon fell silent, except for a few intermittent sobs. "Mr. Dillon, you have been detained here at the Baxter Building for approximately two and half hours now. During this time I have conducted some tests using a blood sample of yours and I have some information I think you may find rather important."

Max Dillon wiped his nose on his forearm. "Get bent." He said, and turned his back on the doctor.

Dr. Storm sighed in frustration. "Mr. Dillon, this information in is regards to your powers and the recent 'outages' you've been experiencing. Now, if you don't want to know anything about it, that's fine. Just say the word and I'll put in a call to Nick Fury and he'll have a SHEILD squad here to collect you within the hour." Max Dillon turned back to her. "Make no mistake Mr. Dillon, I am going to call SHEILD. But I have some information that might keep you out of a cell for a while and might keep you alive."

"Tell me..." Dillon gasped. "What's wrong with me?"

"Well Mr. Dillon, I've been examining a sample of blood we took from you when you arrived, and I've come to a startling conclusion. It seems that your body has a very powerful healing factor. Very powerful. I'm not sure if it is some sort of mutation or..."

"Wait wait..." Max Dillon rubbed his temples. "Are you... Doc, are you telling me that I'm one of them mutant freakshows?"

Another sigh of frustration escaped Sue Storm's lips. "What I'm telling you Mr. Dillon, if you'll let me continue uninterrupted, is that you heal rather quickly. It says here in your file that you gained your powers through illegal genetic experimentation. Now, it is possible that this rapid healing factor is a side-effect of the experimentation, but that seems unlikely to me."

"What I am suggesting, is that these experiments that gave you your electric powers activated a latent mutation within you. In this case, your healing factor. Good news for you, right? Wrong. This is where things get troubling. Apparently, your healing power has identified your electrical powers as an illness, as an unnatural state of existence, and is therefore, seeking to remove it."

Electro, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, seemed a tad perplexed by all this. "So... what you're saying is that... I'm a dirty mutant freak and my ungodly mutant power is takin' away my electric power?"

"Well Mr. Dillon, that is essentially what I'm saying, but --"

"Great!" Electro yelled. He began to laugh an angry laugh. "That is FREAKIN' great Doc! So now, not only am I gonna go back to being a worthless Joe on the street, I'm gonna be a disgusting mutated Joe on the street!"

"Mr. Dillon, I'm afraid I have not finished my diagnosis. It seems that the experiments you underwent not only activated your dormant mutant ability, but enhanced in unusual ways. You see, the healing factor you possess is meant to rid your body of unwanted ailments. Only yours has... how shall I put this... gone haywire."

"I have come to believe that once your body is rid of its electrical abilities, it will continue to change in... unpleasant ways. Your healing factor seems to have become... insatiable. I predict that not only will it consume the tainted electrical cells in your body, but that it will consume the healthy ones as well. We're talking about brain cells, blood cells..."

"What does that mean?" A visibly terrified Electro asked.

Sue sighed once more, this time due to the knowledge that she had to say something very unpleasant just then. "It means that this ability of yours... this supposed 'healing factor'... is going to eat you alive. It's going to kill you Max Dillon. It is slowly and painfully going to kill you."

Electro fell silent. He sat down, put his head in his hands, and wept.

"Now Mr. Dillon, I'm not sure if I can stop this process, but I have a few ideas. I think I can at least slow it down... I'm not sure, but I'd like to try. I think I can convince Fury to let you stay here, under very close supervision, rather than taking you to the Triskellion. I don't like you much Mr. Dillon, but I won't just let you --"

The buzzing sound of an alarm suddenly emitted from the computers in front of Sue Storm. One look at her monitors confirmed her worst fears. Electro was back. His powers were back, and her defenses were all down. She didn't think she would need them. This was her mistake and she was going to pay for it.

Before she could look up she was showered with broken glass, and then pumped full of electricity. Her spine felt like it was on fire. Her eyes felt like they might pop. And then she was unconscious.

Electro grabbed his leather jumpsuit from off a nearby table and held it under one arm as he bolted himself out of a window and into the New York night. He didn't make sure she was dead. He didn't have any smart comments. He didn't curse about the series of cuts he recieved when he busted through the window into the night. For the first time in a very long time, Electro was speechless.
 
Venom160 said:
<Carnage>

The impact makes me lose my concentration and let go of Venom, he gets to his feet revealing me laying on my back and kinda flat. I slowly raise my head and look at noone in particular.

"Look ma im roadkill! OW!"

I reform myself back to normal and get to my feet.

"Alright! Thats it! Noone flattens me and gets away with it!"

I form my left arm into an ax and lengthen the fingers on my right hand and make them razor sharp.

"Bring it!"
[blackout]What the...?[/blackout]

It was almost impressive how he was able to reform himself like that, making weapons and such. But like I said, almost impressive.

[blackout]OK. Obviously you're not who I thought you were. Turn around, walk away, and I will let you live.[/blackout]:sym:
 
sag002 said:
[blackout]What the...?[/blackout]

It was almost impressive how he was able to reform himself like that, making weapons and such. But like I said, almost impressive.

[blackout]OK. Obviously you're not who I thought you were. Turn around, walk away, and I will let you live.[/blackout]:sym:
<Carnage>

"Noway tall, dark, and ugly! Im not going to let you hurt anyone else!"
 
Venom160 said:
<Carnage>

"Noway tall, dark, and ugly! Im not going to let you hurt anyone else!"
[blackout]I am letting you walk away from here with your life. Don't be an idiot![/blackout]:sym:
 
sag002 said:
[blackout]I am letting you walk away from here with your life. Don't be an idiot![/blackout]:sym:
<Carnage>

"But being an idiot is what im best at."
 
Venom160 said:
<Carnage>

"But being an idiot is what im best at."
[blackout]So I've noticed. This is your last warning![/blackout]:sym:
 
sag002 said:
[blackout]So I've noticed. This is your last warning![/blackout]:sym:
<Carnage>

[blackout]So I've noticed.[/blackout]

"Whoa ho you actually had comeback."

I form a small pair of hands on my chest and clap them together.

"Good on."

[blackout]This is your last warning![/blackout]

"Iv already told you Im not going to let you hurt anymore people! Now are we going to do this peacefully or am I going to have to kick out those pearly whites!"
 
Venom160 said:
<Carnage>

[blackout]So I've noticed.[/blackout]

"Whoa ho you actually had comeback."

I form a small pair of hands on my chest and clap them together.

"Good on."

[blackout]This is your last warning![/blackout]

"Iv already told you Im not going to let you hurt anymore people! Now are we going to do this peacefully or am I going to have to kick out those pearly whites!"
[blackout]I offered you peace and you spat in my face!! NO PEACE!![/blackout]
I lunged at his, ready to shove my fist down his throat. The anger was just too great.
 
sag002 said:
[blackout]I offered you peace and you spat in my face!! NO PEACE!![/blackout]
I lunged at his, ready to shove my fist down his throat. The anger was just too great.
<Carnage>

[blackout]I offered you peace and you spat in my face!! NO PEACE!![/blackout]

"Well technically I did'nt spit in your face but I......."

Before I could finish Venom's fist slams into my face breaking several of my teeth.

"Hey thasss not niccce! Atleasht wait till I finissshhh my witty remark before ya knock my teesh out!"

I lunge at him slashing his chest repeatedly.
 
Spider-Man hung upside down from one of the eagle heads of the Chrysler Building. It had been almost a week since he finally got the suit off. Right now, though, he wished the suit had killed him.

Mary Jane was gone, committed to the mental health ward of Midtown Hospital. The shock of what had happened to her was too great. She hadn't spoken since she woke up. She hadn't done much of anything, really.

And it was all Peter's fault. He knew Mary Jane would have told him it was the suit, but it was him. He had made the choice to put the suit on. In his grief and frustration, which was no excuse, he had crossed the line.

And it had cost him. Again.

Right now, he was contemplating the unthinkable. It would be so easy just to let go right now, and fall. Fall forever. Fall to final peace, and be rid of this god forsaken existance he was being forced to live.

It would be so easy...
 
Cyrusbales said:
GAMBIT: Season 2 - Hawkeye Part 3

Almost mirroring the agent's smile, a wide, deep southern grin lights up the Cajun's face. However, noticing that the sweating gagnster seemed to be at breaking point, all the bids were in, so it was time to call the cards.

"Dealer shows last, wha y'all packin den?"

An almost desperate blue suited menace, turns to face the highly sophisticated man in black, who's precense could so clearly be felt. All eyes focused on the man's cards, all waiting for him to lay down something, even if the cards weren't high, there was a feeling in the air that something big was coming...

Though he was often prone to overexaggeration, Clint felt as if all the eyes were on him to reveal his cards. Rolling the pick along his teeth, he revealed his cards. "Triple tens." The bastard two of clubs was dropped aside, he was almost upset for getting such a useless card. "King high." The king of spades was on one corner, balancing on the tip of his finger.

"Show me the good stuff, flat top. I know you're not going to let bayou Billy over here hustle you on your territory."
 
Venom160 said:
[Archangel]

I grab a chair and sit across from her, she flashes me a smile but I could tell she was still alittle shaken up alittle bit.

"So how are you feeling?"

I look up into his eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mood, but seeing only questions and worry.

"I'm..."

Before I can finish, Xavier and Moira enter the med lab. He looks pensive as ever and she looks troubled. They come over to us and Moira looks at Warren, looking like she has to break bad news.
 
Noon said:
I look up into his eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of his mood, but seeing only questions and worry.

"I'm..."

Before I can finish, Xavier and Moira enter the med lab. He looks pensive as ever and she looks troubled. They come over to us and Moira looks at Warren, looking like she has to break bad news.
[Archangel]

"Warren we need to talk to you."

I look up at him and Moira prepared for the worst.

"Well talk."

"Warren the exoskeleton seems to have fused to your wings."

"What?! That can't be possible they've only been on me for a couple of days."

"I really don't know how it happened, all I do know is that any attempt to remove it would be useless."

"Warren you have decision to make, Im afraid that leaving them be would encourage the Archangel persona to resurface.

"So what are you saying Professor?"

"Moira and I both agree that the best option is to surgically remove your wings."

I don't say anything for a few minutes.

"Would my healing factor regrow my wings?"

"We don't know Warren, Im not sure that your healing factor is strong enough to regenerate them."

I lower my face into my hands.

"Could.....could I have sometime to think this over?"

"Ofcourse Warren take your time."
 

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