The 'What If?' Marvel RPG - Season thread

Gambit spent several hours at the training facility. After he was done, he walked into the hallway in front of Rogue's door. He sat up against the wall ouside of her door, and he fell asleep. His new home had proved to be quite inviting.
 
Ashley had spent a little time sulking. New guy, kinda cute, had already fallen head over heels for Rogue. After a while, Ashley stopped feeling grouch, and laughed. she couldn't help but see the sad sick irony. She walked quietly to Rogue's room. she would do this every so often, try to talk to the southern girl. Ashley never held Rogue's past against her for the simple reason that Xavier had come to Ashley. Xavier had sent his man, Beast, to tempt her. Ashley had seriously considered joining Xavier's X-Men. she wanted vengance. but her heart won out over all.

She stepped quietly over Gambit. it was always easy for Ashley to move quietly; she was always barefoot, and when you are used to moving quietly and stealthly when you weight over 900lbs, moving quietly and stealthily at a normal weight is simple. she knocked lightly on Rogue's door. she looked down at Gambit and shook her head, [color=dark_orange]'Your loss,'[/color] she thought to herself.
 
A lone man sits in an abandoned house in New York City. His life, as he knew it, had ended. He's a dead man, or at least the world believes he is dead.
His former life was one of anger and rage. He commited evil deeds so his species could survive, under the leadership of a man he believed in.
A few weeks ago, he gained some perspective. The man he once fought against was right. Why fight? Why do harm to those who try to harm you? He had had enough of Xavier's fanaticism, and being known as a terrorists' henchman. This wasn't what he wanted in life. He wanted a family, a wife, not to be a member of a mutant terrorist organization.
So he faked his death after returning from his last mission with the X-men. He acted as though his powers were malfunctioning and destroying him. Using technology stolen from Forge's labs, he teleported out of the X-men's hidden base to New York City. It gave the appearance that his ocular powers had vaporized his body. All that remained of him was his lenses.
Now blinded, he sits in this abandoned apartment in Queens, fearing that any contact wth the rest of the world will bring notice to Xavier. He hasn't eaten in days, hasn't spoken to a person since his betrayal.
He is Scott Summers, and he no longer exists.
 
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door to the abandoned house Summers was sitting in. Craig "The Immortal" Hollis had been asked to do SHIELD a favor. He lit up another cigarette and knocked again. "Summers!" he called. "I know you're in there, and if you don't open the door soon, I'm going to come in any way."
 
Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door to the abandoned house Summers was sitting in. Craig "The Immortal" Hollis had been asked to do SHIELD a favor. He lit up another cigarette and knocked again. "Summers!" he called. "I know you're in there, and if you don't open the door soon, I'm going to come in any way."
Scott stands up from the comfy dry-rotting chair he's sat in for days. He reaches around to the side, trying to find the table leg he's been using as a billy club. It's not where he left it. He kneels down, using his hands as his eyes. He still can't find it.
"You're just gonna have to break it down. I'm afraid I can't find my cane!"

 
Craig surveys the door. the pulls out a set of lock picks from within his coat. learning from Diamond Back had it's perks. the door was open and there was Summers fumbling around for his cane, Hollis saw it under the edge of the chair, but didn't say anything. "I'm here to make you a proposal," he said, taking another drag on his cigarette. "The Avengers think, for some reason I don't understand, that you might make a good member. If you want to go live in a mansion with an obscenely kind butler who would bring you a six-course turkey dinner if you said you wanted a snack, then you are going to work with me on a couple of cases. If you like fumbling around and looking like a complete moron, turn me down... or attack me... either way."
 
Craig surveys the door. the pulls out a set of lock picks from within his coat. learning from Diamond Back had it's perks. the door was open and there was Summers fumbling around for his cane, Hollis saw it under the edge of the chair, but didn't say anything. "I'm here to make you a proposal," he said, taking another drag on his cigarette. "The Avengers think, for some reason I don't understand, that you might make a good member. If you want to go live in a mansion with an obscenely kind butler who would bring you a six-course turkey dinner if you said you wanted a snack, then you are going to work with me on a couple of cases. If you like fumbling around and looking like a complete moron, turn me down... or attack me... either way."

Scott stands up. Unsure of who this man is and what in the world the Avenger's would want with him, he makes his decision because this stranger said one word.
"You said turkey...
Give me a new pair of rose quartz glasses and you've got a deal."
Scott sticks out his hand, unsure of where the other man is.
 
Craig smiles. he puts the visor designed by SHEILD right into the man's outstretched hand. "You are just too hungry, aren't you?" Craig said with a smile. "My name is Craig Hollis, my handle is the Immortal. That's how you can tell I'm Important; my name has a 'The' in it." He dropped his cigarette to the floor and crushed it out beneath his foot.
 
Craig smiles. he puts the visor designed by SHEILD right into the man's outstretched hand. "You are just too hungry, aren't you?" Craig said with a smile. "My name is Craig Hollis, my handle is the Immortal. That's how you can tell I'm Important; my name has a 'The' in it." He dropped his cigarette to the floor and crushed it out beneath his foot.
With his vision finally returned, Scott opens his eyes. Everything has a rosy tint, just like it should.
"These things fit better than my old pair. Thanks.
Now...Let's go meet the Avengers and get me some turkey"
His stomach grumbles at the mention of turkey.
"Sorry, you're stomach tends to do that when you're hiding out from a madman with telepathic abilities. I hope this mansion has some sort of telepathy shield or something, cause I'm not sure how safe it will be once Xavier learns I'm not dead."
 
Craig shoves a sandwich at Scott along with a portfolio. "You're on the job. Turkey dinner comes later. hope you like Ham and roast beef on rye. The folder is a temporary alias, Nathan Dayspring, Codename Slymm. SHEILD will make it hold until Xavier is sorted out. If you are that scared of him..." Craig fished out a small device from one of his numerous pockets. Lesson from Black Panter: always be prepared. "Fit that in your ear and it will protect your mind. In any case, if you do get accepted, you should ask Moondragon to teach you to occlude your mind, like she did me." He lead the way out of the house.
 
The night was growing on as Magneto knocked on the door to Forge's lab.

"Come in!" Magneto opened the door and walked in, finding Forge hovering over his latest and greatest inventions on the central Lab table. As he walked in Forge looked up at him. "Hello Erik, glad to see you tonight. I think you'll be happy to know that your idea for the team was a success. We have several Psy dampners for your team, they should be able to be worn right above the ears." He holds one out, it wasn't bigger than his palm. "With these, Xavier's telepathy should be completely inneffective against your team."

"Wonderful Forge, are they ready for use now?"

"Sure, in fact you can take some of them now. I have five finished models."

Forge hands them over to Magneto in a small metal box.

"I have another favor to ask. Did you get the readout on our new recruit that I had sent to you?"

"You mean the one on the cajun that showed up this evening? Yea, St. John sent it to me a little while ago...why?"

"I was testing him and I ruined his staff. But with his ability I thought you would be able to make him another staff similar to his old one, but with some modifications I was coming up with."

"I wanted it mostly like before. He had his old one where it could shrink in size..but I was thinking is there a way to put some sort of energy contaiment into the staff that would allow him to power it up without it exploding?"

Forge thought about it for a moment. "You know what...I think I can...if I am able to contain his ability within the staff, it might be able to enhance the effectiveness of it. Make it stronger, make it do energy damage while also physical damage. Interesting idea..I'll get right on it."

"I'll leave you to it then. Goodnight Forge. When do you think it might be ready."

"Come back tomorrow morning, I am already creating the blueprint in my mind..I should have it done soon. Good night Erik."

Magneto left Forge to his work, and headed back to his room for some much needed rest.
 
Ashley had spent a little time sulking. New guy, kinda cute, had already fallen head over heels for Rogue. After a while, Ashley stopped feeling grouch, and laughed. she couldn't help but see the sad sick irony. She walked quietly to Rogue's room. she would do this every so often, try to talk to the southern girl. Ashley never held Rogue's past against her for the simple reason that Xavier had come to Ashley. Xavier had sent his man, Beast, to tempt her. Ashley had seriously considered joining Xavier's X-Men. she wanted vengance. but her heart won out over all.

She stepped quietly over Gambit. it was always easy for Ashley to move quietly; she was always barefoot, and when you are used to moving quietly and stealthly when you weight over 900lbs, moving quietly and stealthily at a normal weight is simple. she knocked lightly on Rogue's door. she looked down at Gambit and shook her head, 'Your loss,' she thought to herself.

Back in my room, I have the tv on, but muted of course. I like to watch, but the babble of voices annoys me, reminds me of the sound in my head.

Then there is a knock at my door. Again?

"What does that crazy cajun want now?" I mumble to myself as I go reluctantly to the door.

"Luhk Gambit..." I say as I open it, but it's not the Swamp rat, it's the super model. I can't help but show my surprise on my face.

"Ashley? Can...ah help you?"
 
"Just stopping by to say hi, and see how you're doing," Ashley said quietly. "Heard you and Bright-Eyes took a nice walk. Thought I'd see if you two had hit it off, or if I was wrong and I still have a shot."
 
"Just stopping by to say hi, and see how you're doing," Ashley said quietly. "Heard you and Bright-Eyes took a nice walk. Thought I'd see if you two had hit it off, or if I was wrong and I still have a shot."

"Lady, you an Ah are clearly not on the same page. An why are you whispering..."

I look over her shoulder and see that damn swamp rat, slumped asleep against the wall opposite my door.

"Now what in the hell...?"

"Luhk Ashley, you can have him, you know I aint gonna be dating anyone anytime soon, but you should know, that boy aint all there in the head"
 
Ashely smiled and shook her head. "Trust me," she whispered. "I know the boy's a bit touched in the head because I was throwing myself at him, and showing off the girls, and all he seemed to be interested in was you." Ashley gave her a bit of a brow waggle. she was trying to make a friend in Rogue. "If you want, I can come up with some ideas for a little... contact. I have a few sheer scarfs and things you can borrow..." Ashley sighed. "He's got it bad for you, and who knows, you two might just be a sure thing."
 
Ashely smiled and shook her head. "Trust me," she whispered. "I know the boy's a bit touched in the head because I was throwing myself at him, and showing off the girls, and all he seemed to be interested in was you." Ashley gave her a bit of a brow waggle. she was trying to make a friend in Rogue. "If you want, I can come up with some ideas for a little... contact. I have a few sheer scarfs and things you can borrow..." Ashley sighed. "He's got it bad for you, and who knows, you two might just be a sure thing."

A crease appears in my brow as I am a little puzzled, this woman is really trying to be my friend. I guess my social skills must have suffered when I detached myself from people, because of my powers, because I have no idea how to react. I take a guess and smile.

"That's nice of you Ash, but ah don't think i'm ready to risk anything lahke that yet. But ah might take you up on those scarves..."

I think it might be nice to have a friend, its been so long since I did anything normal like have friends. I peer over her shoulder again at Gambit.

"As fer him, he better give up his chasing soon or ah'll hav ta teach him better"
 
Walking back to his room, the box with the Dampners in hand, he sees something he wasn't expecting. Gambit slumpt against the wall asleep, right in front of Rogues room.

Standing slightly outside of her room, Bertha and Rogue were talking quietly. Pointing to Gambit, Erik said, "What is going on here? Why is Gambit in the hallway?"
 
"Because he's head over heals for Rogue," Bertha supplied to Mr. Lensherr. "Boy resisted all my best charms and... assets and couldn't take his mind off of our little Rogue."
 
"Because he's head over heals for Rogue," Bertha supplied to Mr. Lensherr. "Boy resisted all my best charms and... assets and couldn't take his mind off of our little Rogue."

"I just hope this sleeping in the hallway does not become a habit. Rogue, you need to watch yourself. I don't want you getting hurt."

He opened the metal box in his arms, and handed one of the dampners to Bertha and Rogue.

"Since you are both up, I had Forge make something that will help us against the X-Men. These are called Psy dampners, and they will protect you from any mental attacks by Professor Xavier. When the time comes, and it will eventually, these could mean the difference between victory and defeat."

"If either of you need me, I'll be in my room. It has been a long day."
 
The stars were hypnotic.

Jean Grey gazed outwards at the screen of ebony velvet, her rouged lips parting a little in fascination at the sparkling diamonds that studded it. Having spent most of her life in space, the redhead was used to such a view; somehow, though, it never ceased to amaze her. She shifted slightly, her elegant, silvery robes shuffling as she did so. Focusing, she allowed her telepathic net to expand. Her emerald-hued orbs throbbed with restrained power as she turned, a grim expression touching her undeniably beautiful visage.

Nothing yet...but for all I know, he could be coming in with a psi-shield in place. She cursed under her breath, a foreign tongue - that of the Shi'ar - tainting the words. He could be metres away from me and I wouldn't even know...

A slight tremble claimed the metallic decking. Jean was instantly alert, telekinetic energy pulsing in her gloved palms and crackling between slender digits. He had landed on this level...and he wanted her to know. A moment later, twin lances of crimson energy struck outwards from the shadow, ricocheting from an impromptu shield enveloping Jean's form. She dropped the barricade and unleashed a plume of violet telekinetic energy. It locked onto her darkness-enshrouded attacker, and pressed him back. She grunted as a single fist ploughed through the rudimentary construct, and he stepped into the light.

"Come, then, Gladiator!" she barked, her tone harsh and unforgiving.

The dark-skinned guardsmen grinned, baring his teeth (which, strangely, possessed a fanglike quality). "Gladly, woman!" His mouth opened wider, and Jean braced herself instinctively.

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WHOOSH!

Jean dove to the side, batting aside the icy blast with a telekinetic surge. Her eyebrows knitting together in momentary concentration, she rocketed upwards, dropping down onto the next level with expertise. Gladiator darted after her, hovering for an instant to survey his surroundings. Fortunately, an instant was all Jean needed. She drove a block of pure willpoer down into him and he dropped with a startled cry. Slipping over the railing, she struck out with a sloppy psi-blast that sent her assailant reeling. She approached slowly, cautiously, his barely battered form half-slumped on the floor.

"Do you yield?" she hissed, already anticipating the response.

Gladiator was instantly on his feet, energy blasts impacting on Jean's shoulder with full force. "Never to you!"

And as he raced towards Jean, a resounding boom filling the air in his wake, there was only one thoguht that filled her mind.

Oh, damn.
 
"Thanks Mr. Lensherr," Bertha Replied. "I'll see if I can't convince Remy to find another sleeping spot... perhaps Rogue's bed would be comfortable enough." She gave a teasing grin at Rogue as she said it. "I'm kinda tired myself Rogue, I just wanted to check up on you. Listen, come by in the morning and we'll get you fitted with some of those scarves, I think I have a few that would go great with your hair. Maybe drive the Cajun really wild."
 
Gambit sighs.

"If you two was tryin' to be quiet, ya both failed miserably. Don' worry, ah weren't eves droppin'. Fact, ah ain't heard nothin' dat' was said. Sorry chere, ah know this look all "Single White Female". 'Night you two."

Gambit picked himself off the floor, and returned to his room. On his bed, he couldn't help but contemplate the hold Rogue somehow had over him.

Maybe it cause she must feel like ah do. Hell, like it matters. Gotta watch dat' ****. Mr. Lensherr be kicking me outta here in no time.
 
The next morning Gambit wakes up bright and early. He quickly puts on his clothes and returns to Rogue's door. As he knocks he lights up his first cigarette of the day.

"Come on chere. Gambit said he help in da mornin'. Well, it be mornin'."
 
The next morning Gambit wakes up bright and early. He quickly puts on his clothes and returns to Rogue's door. As he knocks he lights up his first cigarette of the day.

"Come on chere. Gambit said he help in da mornin'. Well, it be mornin'."

I half wake from a deep sleep, feeling the remnants of a dream slipping away. A few images of fire and stars flicker up in my mind, but like most of my dreams I can't remember anything clear.

I notice that I'm sweating, even though it's not that hot in my room.

Did I hear a knock before, or was that part of the dream?

I crack open one eye reluctantly and try to make out the time on the clock.

7:30 am the red digital numbers glow at me. I groan, I am not a morning person today.

I must have imagined the knock, no one would be at my door this early.

I roll over and pull the sheets tighter around me and try to go back to sleep.
 
XAVIER

Whilst Magneto has some night defences, his stronghold is weakest at the changeover point, early morning. The X-jet puts us down a little way out from the compund as the crew disembark.

Erik has been prepared, some sort of psychic shield protects most of his minions. But this doesn't stop me from sensing where they are.

"Follow the plan here people, I'll keep in radio contact, teling you how near they are. Pietro, wait for my signal. Mystique, after you."

Leaving the X-jet, her elegant blue form shifts into a familiar one, Rogue's. Leaping over the wall with ease, she slips into their compound.
 

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