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Bulldog54 Registered: May '07	Date Posted: 6/1/08 8:10pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	OOC:As a player who fazed in and out of this game due to RL, I am pleased to say I had a small part in it, I've grown to favor this story and Frostbite will return if there is to be a X-men 3, thank you to our vigilant and fearless leader (Grey), thanx for letting me come on board IC:Brandon"Frostbite"Drake Personal Log:4 months after Epilogue "I think the best way to explain is to recap. I'm Brandon Drake, son of the original X-man known as Iceman, Yeah, dad was real imaginative with his name. I came to the Mansion by way of my aunt, and when I arrived here it was all a little overwhelming, I didn't know who to trust or anything, but I was welcomed to the mansion by the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. This girl being Roxanne Moore, better known as Hourglass, now I'm not sure if that's because she can stop time or its the shape of her.....well I digress, anyway, I became taken aback by her and before long, I fell in love, that's right, Bobby Drakes son has a weakness for Redheads!!! To get back on track, I found not just a girl, but close friends who I quickly got in trouble with, I had a very juvenile view back then, and to think it wasn't too long ago! Over the course of time I also found what it is to be an X-men, and evil Mutant by the name of Shadow took control of me via a psychic link and I attacked some fellow X-men. I nearly killed one, luckily my friends helped me and I jumped back into action just in time to help defend the Mansion from the attack of the Sentinels and armored troops. I did all I could to help those who helped me, I had a drive, a purpose now, I wanted to be an X-men, I wanted to know what my father felt, what he spent his whole life doing. I wanted to be the best I could. As fate would have it, we all were pushed out of the mansion. It was from there we sought refuge with the Morlocks. Just for the record, whether they aided us or not, I can't stand Morlocks, they hide in fear in there subterranean world outcast from everyone else. They are cowards, but enough on that, so we sought refuge in there realm. It was here that defining moments of our trip took place. I realized that I belonged with the X-men, and I became closer to Roxy then I had ever been. With the untimely death of her brother Jayson I did my best to comfort her. I had no clue during all this that Roxy would later reveal the secrets dealing with the Skrull and all that has transpired since then. Its still a little bit overwhelming. But, we are Xavier's children. We would do anything for him, as he would us. I trust in our leaders, Solar Flare is my buddy, accept his powers are no where near as powerful as mine!! I've grown over this whole saga, and I've found a family. My powers have grown stronger as has my heart. I am proud to stand with my fellow X-men, not as just a student, but an true X-men, I hope my dad, wherever he is, is proud of me! Now a few questions are still to be answered. Will I end up with the girl of my dreams Roxy? Where do we go from here? Is a war coming? So I will conclude with this. My name is Brandon Drake,I am a mutant, I am the son of former X-man Iceman, I followed in his footsteps to become a X-man. I'm 21 years old, I'm in love with a girl who can stop time, the war has indeed started, and I'm sure things will get worse before they get better, they always do. But war is a strange thing, I once heard a wise man say "politicians start wars while everyone else fights them." I think there is some truth to that. But whatever happens, whatever the peril, you can count on the X-men being there!! -----signature----- "In order to be walked on, you have to be lying down" Tim Russell "Fame is fickle, money spends, love is eternal," Me "You miss 100% of the shots that you never take" Wayne Gretzky
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Ktala Title: RPF Adoptions Coordinator Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 6/3/08 4:49pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	Professor N'dare Calm blue eyes looked out over the area. Most of the students had fallen into simple routines now. And things were relatively quiet. N'dare scanned until he found the one shadow he knew would be there. Professor Erik Xavier. Even with the warning they had received what seemed like a lifetime ago, it was not enought. Even with a touch of the future, things still did not come out as they had wished. N'dare looked silently at Erik. He had been throght so much. He had the weight of the entire school, if not the entire planet on his shoulders. For he knew what would happen if they failed. N'dare slowly blinked. If he could help shoulder the weight from the man, he would. He tired his best, making sure that trival items were taken care of, and safeguarding not only the students, but the Morlocks who sheltered them. Truly, humans and mutants stood at the crossroads. Most did not even realize just how dire the situation was. N'dare felt it heavily, as he felt a tie to both the Morlocks and the studens of Xaviers. And now, with the Professor leaving to undertake a dangerous mission, it falls on he and the other teachers of the academy to make sure that Erik's students stay safe. For all of the to join forces, and putting away petty arguments. N'dare's eyes turned slightly silver, as he scanned the area. But he did have help, and in that he was thankful. Talented students who could help him safeguard the others. He was determined to make sure, that when the professor returned, he would find his students safe as well. He looked at John and the other teachers. The students looked to them now. And he would use his last breath to make sure that they all stayed safe. N'dare turned away, thinking of family. He hoped that they were safe, waiting along with others, until a way could be found to defeat the invaders. Until that day, they would train, and continue to learn more about their enemy. Intel was the most important thing now. Soon, they would have their chance, and the call of the hero would stir them once more. But until that call came, N'dare would insure that Xavier's legacy would survive. For they were the new hope. Karra She was floating. Arms outstretched, hair flying wild, she floated. She gave a deep sigh, as the smell of the water reached her nose. She was not in her beloved space. She was underground. When they had left the mansion, she managed to grab one tiny item that ment the world to her. Her star map device.. In her tiny area, she projected the stars she called home, and closed her eyes, trying to project herself into the heavens. It was too dangerous to fly about now. Only certain quick traps, for she did not want to give away her position. And those sentinals really made such a simple things something no longer obtainable. But she could dream. No, they were NOT going to take that away from her. She tried her best to remain upbeat and positive for the others. And when she was in the light, things didnt seem so bad. She reached out, touching a small speck of light as she looked at the stars around her. HOME! How she missed it. But she had found something here on her new home, that kept her here. She had friends. A family. And she cared about what would happen to the beings here, if the Skrull took over. But there was something else. She slowly turned her head to the left, and slowly a smile grew on her face, as she saw Iori was floating lazily nearby. He appeared to be in meditation, as he gently floated. She moved closer.She had almost lost him, and she found herself caring very much about what happens to Iori. Little sister, Lera the sparkler she also cared about, but it was Iori who had captured her heart. And as easy as it would be to simply fly off, and keep going, she found herself even more determined to stay. She had learned much from Professor N'dare, a man who seemed much smarter than many around him, in his talents of building things. T.H.U.N.D.E.R. hovered about, his watchful eyes always looking over what he considered his charges. Karra thought it was cute. She smiled, closing her eyes once more. Yes, she had found both life and purpose here. And she was not about to stand by, and watch them get taken away. She crept closer to Iori, and gently floated next to him, feeling as if a supernova had blossomed, warming her. Yes, this was worth staying. She thought of the friends she had made inside the Morlock camp as well. Yes, this was worth fighting for. Blink and Aurora Aurora found most of her free time, being occupied by the babe that she had taken under her wing. She kept the child close, not leaving it alone for too long. Unfortunately, the events around them, kept both she and Blink busy, sometimes working well into the dawn of the next morning, trying to save the many lives of those around them, Students and Morlocks alike. It became mind numbing and sometimes Aurora felt as if she would simply grown thin, and blow away, a whisp of what she was, despair and death seeming so close sometimes. But then the child would coo, or smile, and Aurora didnt feel quite so alone. She got tired of calling the child, child..so she gave her a name. Hope. Something to look forward to, in the not so distant future. Meanwhile, Blink was busy with work. He kept a close eye on Aurora, but it seems that Hope managed to keep her much more stable nowdays. He was up to his neck, in dealing with the trouble cases, or trying to obtain hospital supplies for their trauma ward. Sometimes, he and Aurora would bring back toys for the younger kids. He seemed the easiest to deal with the Morlocks, as they seemed to appreciate his candor and the fact he was not always..nice. Many Morlocks appreciated more of a - direct approach. Together, they kept the medical ward running, so that Professor N'dare and the others could concentrate on other issues. They had learned to do much by themselves, or with the help of THUNDER> Oni This had gone bad, when the Sentinals had showed. Oni wisely opted to leave the city. She and her driver headed for her secondary house, out in the country. She used him as a carrier, so she could still do her work. But she kept herself out of the way. Besides, she would go back into the computer world, to find those she had been talking to eariler. They seemed to have a lead on what was happening. And if she was to be able to feed, she would need to know what was going on. Her mood had grown dark, not liking not have her hunting grounds disturbed. Normally, she cared little for current events, but since these current events seemed to be effecting her directly, it seems that she would have to effect them as well. She had heard rumors. Rumblings. Perhaps now, was time to investigate those rumblings. ... To be continued....perhaps. Thank you GreyJedi for a most enjoyable game. I truly hate to see it close, but as most good stories, an end comes eventually. It was truly a joy to play, and I look forward to any other episodes... -----signature----- Vorpal Bunny Keeper Salary - a poorly disguised manipulation of the word slavery. Kat is one of those women that when she's gone, you want her back... And when she's back, you want to have multiple weapons. - Blu
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Rilwen_Shadowflame Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 6/4/08 7:24am Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	Epilogue: Erin Mathews (Provoque) Seven Months Later They were running again. Another attack, and another retreat before they could be caught. Back to the Blue Mountains hideout that much of the Australian mutant resistance was based out of. Erin ducked and wove through the trees, along with her companions. The group stopped, looking around warily, then sat on a fallen log to catch their breaths. They'd long since left the pursuit behind, but it was better to keep moving as long as possible, even if they had to rest briefly. Somewhere far behind them was a burnt-out ute, the one they'd been using until they had to continue on foot. Erin sighed. This whole thing had dragged on far too long. She'd had such high hopes when they sent her to America. Campaigns. Lobbying. Slogans. Equal rights for mutants, no discrimination. But the Skrulls had attacked, and now the lobby group was a resistance movement, stickers and videos exchanged for weaponry, mostly improvised. The worst part wasn't the tarnishing of ideals, however. That was bad enough. All their hopes had been changed to a simple need to survive. Their powers had suddenly needed to be used in ways few of them had ever intended. Most had only wanted to use their powers to help others, not as a method of attack. Now the clever one who knew mixtures so well concocted explosives instead of cakes. The calm soul who'd created gardens now summoned vines to ensnare enemies. Erin herself was now having to use her abilities in aggression, or for tactics. No, the worst part was the casualties. The non-material ones like innocence, hope, peace, safety...and the people. What had been that Indian girl's name, the one with the round face and neon-green bead necklaces? Kite? Nobody blamed her for losing her nerve, trying to fly away. She'd been young, not used to fighting. She had been young, and would never get any older. The enemy had shot her down before she could get away, and then kept shooting when she fell, until she was no more than bloodied rags upon the ground, while everyone else watched in horror. At least Erin knew a little of the fates of her American friends. Half a coin, on a cord. Bracelet or necklace or anklet, while Erin kept the other half of each coin. They were items to focus on, so her finder abilities could see the people. She'd talked to Professor Xavier about them, given one to him, to Sage, and to a few others. As long as the groups weren't out of touch, they were more effective; even the tiniest thing that could help was a good thing, when dealing with so terrible an enemy. They had to win. They had to, because the alternative was too horrible to think about. Erin looked around at the group. Volunteers only; no one was put in harm's way unless they agreed to it. Personally, she was just glad that her family had agreed to go into hiding. They were safer when tucked away where they wouldn't be found. She remembered the event that had changed so much for her; being stalked, having her dreams invaded by a fellow mutant. His hands in her hair as she slipped unwillingly into the nightmares he created. She'd wanted to kill him, the first time she had ever genuinely felt that way about someone. He had been cast out, and Erin had been sent to America to assist Xavier's group. Now, the hair she'd cut short had grown long again, and was tied back in a ponytail. Professor Xavier had helped her to deal with some of her fears. Her hair was her own again, and it no longer felt unsafe to have it long. It served as an outward symbol of sorts; she was recovering. If Erin could recover after being harmed, surely Earth could. She would never be quite the same again, but she had been attacked, and she was restoring herself. They would win this, and restore the world as well as they could. It could be done. It would be done. Together, they were strong enough. In spite of her worries and fears, in spite of fatigue, feeling an upsurge of hope return...Erin Mathews, known to many as Provoque, smiled. ~end~ OOC: Great game, many thanks to our GM...I'll be right here if you decide to do another of these. -----signature----- Sith Master in the Acolytes of Darkness ~Sith Trials Lvl 9 Sith Warrior- Sith Assassin~ Count Dooku in the Sleepy Game "You're always combative. You could be saying "I love you, dearest!" and make it look like a threat/insult."-Jello
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/14/08 2:04pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 6/14/08 2:07pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mitth_Fisto
	EPILOGUE and Recording saved by Jocasta of Eagle Breath's: A Memoir of Reacquainted Memories You know it is a wonderful thing to know ones past again, to remember ones first love. She was a wonderful woman, we were married at an older age, nearly seventeen, never a better woman though others may come close to tying. She went with me and stood by me about four years later when I was banished after causing that Saber Tooth Tiger to vanish. They feared me for that, it was a touch too much for them, and to tell the truth it was for me too as I didn’t know what was happening to me as I started to see things and places that were there or even near. If it were not for her I would have gone mad that first year or the fiftieth after that, we lived long lives and even though she aged I did not. When she fell ill to old age I carried her back to our old village through the ice and snow, she never made it all the way home, but before she passed away on that journey she made me make a promise. Whether she was blessed with foresight or visions of the future that those near death are granted, I agreed to protect our people even though they shunned us and to protect those others blessed like I that might be misunderstood until the day they were accepted by all and to give them a new home until that day dawned. I made her funeral pier alone and watched her body leave to rejoin with her spirit, when I finally reached the village they were fighting off an enemy. I protected them without hardly any thought using what I had learned so far in exile and transported them to a new dimensional world, and later I transported mammoths and other beasts to live off of in their new home. I saved many others and many gifted in the same manner until this second world was full of life, I even saved a European colony from Indian attack by doing the same. You may remember them, as they left a note saying they were leaving for a safer spot and an arrow but what they didn’t know was that it was yet near and far the land I took them too. Eventually not that long ago I followed in new steps as my nephew gifted with visions and mastery of the mind foretold of an enemy that I would unwittingly bring here from the other world if I continued as I did. So, he blocked my memory and I took up banishment, unknowingly, on Earth the first human and mutant world searching for one to restore my memory and for an enemy threat to pass or reveal itself before aiding again as in the past. The enemy is shown now and my mind is my own again, except now I have a student in a Magician. An able fellow that mostly just needs to learn to trust his gift and to not fight the current while living in the river. And a girl, there always is one even if they don’t know it, Elana, also an Xaviar student. I will check in or stay for periods of time just to make she is safe, as anyone that can be as beautiful as she was in that sewer the first time I saw her deserves to be safe and to have the option if she ever should choose to live a simpler life in the world I help create. So I am tied to both worlds now, and fight for one by not bringing them into the fray and for the other by guarding those I have grown fond of by joining in the fight against the Skrull. Not to mention I owe I large dept to Xaviar for returning my memory unto me. It might take more than his lifetime to repay but until it is he and his group has my aid and the offer of a new world if they ever decides that their war is lost and it is time to flee for good. If he ever does I hope the Lady of the Light may come as well, a companion that would never die would trully be a welcome friend and rock to cling to as all others pass. OOC: I really enjoyed this game, and if it ever continues I look forward to the day and hope that I may once more join in. -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Darph_Nader Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/29/08 6:10pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	EPILOGUE: Jack sat alone in his room in the Xavier Institute. It was quiet outside. But it was always quiet anymore. Jack half-wondered what chaos was happening just outside the tranquil cloak engulfing the mansion at times. Jack had become so used to noise and violence, that the silence seemed strange, foreign. The death that had been so prevalent and brutal over the past few weeks now made the peace unbearable. His thoughts came to Elana. There was still so much he had to tell her… so much he never said… how much he cared for her… where was she now? Only God and the Skrulls knew. But Jack couldn’t go find her. It would reveal the Institute’s location. Jack would have to stay in the mansion, while any hideous things could be happening to his little sister. A knock came to the door, breaking Jack from his thoughts. “Come in,” Jack said gruffly. In stepped a woman a bit younger than Jack. She had a most unusual mutation. Her skin was a hue of deep red, with two horns protruding from her forehead, and a tail poking out behind her. She had a slim build, but that belied her immense physical and mental power. Most people simply called her “Demon.” “I don’t do trick or treat, Jen.” The woman sighed. “That joke was only funny the first time, Jack.” “I could say you’re forgot the goatee and mustache.” Jen snorted. “You’re pretty rude.” Jack nodded smugly. “I know.” Jen sat down across from Jack. “ I know I haven’t known you for very long -” “Ten days isn’t even ‘a short while.’” Jack interrupted with a smile. “Something’s bothering you. Is it Alice?” The smile vanished from Jack’s face. He shifted in his seat. “No.” “Your sister, then?” Jack shifted again. “I don’t see where that’s any of your business.” “Jack, something is bothering you.” “No, it’s not.” “What’s not?” “Well…it.” Jack sighed, and rose from his seat. He walked over to the window, and leaned against the windowsill. “You can’t imagine how hard it is, being penned up here. She’s out there, somewhere, and I can’t help her.” Jen rose from her seat, not sure exactly what to expect. “I was supposed to keep her safe.” Jack’s voice began to tremble. “I promised them that.” Jen was puzzled. “Who did you promise?” I took a trip back home a while back. A trip down memory lane. The neighborhood was exactly the same as when I had left. The candy store was still running, the same old couple still sat out in front of the barber shop… it was like I’d only been gone a few hours. I went to go see my old house. See if my folks were still there. As I walked down the sidewalk on the street were I lived, I saw them. Mom and Dad. I was on the opposite side of the street when I stopped in front of the house. Mom and Dad were on the front porch. They looked up to see me standing there. They didn’t recognize me at first, but after a few moments, they stood up from their seats. I could see the smiles on their face. It was then that it happened. A car sped in between me and my parents. When the car passed by, Mom and Dad weren’t standing. I hurried over to them. They’d been shot. Why would someone shoot them? What did they ever do? My dad was gone by the time I got to them. Mom was still gasping. I picked her up, and cradled her in my arms. Despite the pain, she had a really happy look in here eyes. “Jack,” she said, faintly, “You’ve grown so much.” She brought her hand up to my cheek. ’We’ve missed you so much, Jack.” “I’ve missed you too, Mom,” I said. “Your dad and I love you very much,” she said. A tear rolled down her face. “I do too,” I said, holding her close. “I want you to do a favor for me,” Mom said. I could barely hear her. “What?” “I want you to… you to take care of…her.” “What? Who’s ‘her’?” She didn’t answer. I didn’t want to believe it at first. Those glassy, lifeless eyes staring up at me. She couldn’t be dead. Mom and Dad had to live forever. They couldn’t die. Tears flowed down Jack’s cheeks. “I found out she meant Elana.” Jack turned to face Jen, whose eyes were also welling with tears. “I can’t let them down. I have to protect her.” “I understand your problem, Jack, but you have to understand that we can’t let down the shield.” “I know, I know,” Jack said, wiping the tears from his face. “But it’s frustrating, you know? Not being able to do something you feel you’re supposed to be doing.” Jack walked over to Jen. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone on like that. But I don’t have very many people to talk to, in case you haven’t noticed.” Jen smiled. “It’s okay.” There was few moments of quiet. “How are things with Alice?” Jack shrugged. “Usual. She seems to be losing more recognition of me as the days go by. They say there’s some psychological thing going on with her right now, and that her apathy is an offshoot of that. They say she’ll get better, but I don’t know.” “They’re usually right, Jack,” Jen said consolingly, “She’ll be fine.” Jack smiled cynically. “Usually. Funny thing, I made a comment about you not knowing me very long, and I’ve told you most all of my troubles.” Jen smiled, not quite sure how to respond to that. “You’re a good kid.” “Thanks, Jack.” Jen started for the door. “Jen?” She stopped, and turned to face Jack. “Yes?” “Thanks.” Jen only smiled, and left the room. Jack turned to look back out the window. He could only pray Elana was okay…. --- --- --- --- --- “This whole world’s gone to hell.” That was the first thing Elana heard as she awoke. As her eyes cleared, she took in her surroundings. It was small, dark cell, not very clean, and not very comfortable. Two others were in the cell with her. “Hey, the kid’s coming around,” one of them muttered. The second occupant, a woman, moved over to Elana’s side. “Are you all right?” Elana tried to move, but found it difficult. A burning sensation pounded her skull, and her body ached as if she’d played chicken against a semi with a moped. “No,” Elana struggled out. “Well, you’ll be fine,” the woman said, checking out Elana’s various wounds. “You took a good hit to the head.” Elana managed to bring her hand up to her head, which she found was bandaged. “Where am I?” “The Gulag,” the man said. “The biggest cesspool you’ll ever find.” A Skrull walked by the cell opening. He stopped at the entrance, and looked down at Elana. He muttered something unintelligibly, and spit at her. The Skrull laughed, and continued down the hallway. Elana scowled, and wiped the saliva off her face. “What did that scum ball say?” “God knows,” the man said, shrugging. “They speak English, but only to deliver their ‘We Will Conquer You’ speech. By the way, name’s Mick.” Elana took a good look at him. He looked like your average, everyday person… “Are you a mutant?” she asked inquisitively. Mick chuckled. “Why else am I here?” “You don’t look like one.” “You don’t either, miss detective,” the man piped back. “Don’t start arguing, you tow,” the woman said, interrupting the spat. “We don’t have time for that.” Elana turned to the woman. “Who are you?” “Anne Hoff. I was with a resistance cell in Cincinnati, but we were overpowered by the Skrulls. I’m the only one left. And what’s your name?” Elana sat herself up against the wall. “Elana Warner. I was with the group from Xavier’s Institute. We were hiding out from MCU troops in the Morlock tunnels.” Mick sat up. “Morlocks? Nasty people.” “All of a sudden, all of these aliens come out of nowhere and start killing everybody. The last thing I remember was trying to change so I could fend off more of them….” “What do you mean by ‘change’?” Anne asked. “I can shape shift. But -” Suddenly, a low, menacing humming filled the cell. Elana looked around to find its source. “What is that?” “The testing room,” Mick said through a grimace. “The machines must be warming up.” “What’s in the testing room?” Mick scowled. “Torture machines and the like. They take certain mutants there, and run tests on them. Not quite sure what they do, but from what it seems, they mess with the mutant’s bodies, powers, genetics, whatever. If they aren’t testing you, they’re torturing you. Either way, it’s not a place you want to go.” The humming continued to grow louder. It became deafening, causing the floor to vibrate. And then, as suddenly as it had come, the noise ceased. After a brief moment of silence, an ear-piercing scream came into the cell. It continued on for the space of a minute, during which Elana covered her ears. It was so hideous a sound, she couldn’t bear to listen to it. But no matter how hard she pressed her hands against her ears, she couldn’t keep that sound from coming through. As the scream died away, she looked up to see Anne and Mick stoically watching her. “You’ll be get used to it in about a week,” Mick said. “They do that about three or four times a day.” “Unless you get taken in there,” Anne muttered cynically. Just as Anne said that, a Skrull came to the cell door. “You,” he barked in a gravelly voice, pointing to Elana, “Come.” Mick stood up. “She’s hurt!” The Skrull glared at Mick, and then turned his gaze back to Elana. “You. Come.” “I can barely move,” Elana said to the alien. The alien snarled. “Come!” The Skrull grabbed Elana by the arm, and jerked her to her feet. He pushed Elana into the hallway, locking the door behind him. Elana had to think of something. Some way to keep from going to that torture chamber. Some way to stall…. Suddenly, Elana felt that familiar tingling feeling cover her body. “No….” She felt a strange sensation, and looked down at herself. What she saw made her stop - her belly was slowly beginning to peek out from underneath her shirt, and the rest of her body was following suit. “No!” Elana tried to will herself to stop, but couldn’t make the transformation stop and reverse itself. She closed her eyes as the pain began to mount, and wished she could kick herself. She wanted to find a way to keep from going to the torture room, aa way to stall… since she still didn’t have total control over her transformative abilities, her body automatically picked an obvious answer - get so heavy they couldn’t move you. By far, this was the most embarrassing transformation Elana had ever had to go through, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Finally, the pain and tingling subsided. Still, Elana kept her eyes closed. She was afraid to open them, and look at what had happened to herself. After a few moments, Elana brought herself to open her eyes. What she saw made her wince. Now, instead a normal body. She had become more or less a massive blob of flesh, firmly planted in the middle of the corridor. She doubted that anyone would be able to move her - she could barely mover her hands and feet - but still, she should have been more careful with her thoughts. She tried to change herself back, but couldn’t. That part of her in had apparently shut itself down for the moment. “Great,” Elana muttered. “Stuck like a blob in some torture facility. Just great.” As she thought of what to do, Jack came to her mind. She could only imagine what he’d have to say about this situation. Hopefully he was okay. She didn’t really know what had happened to him, if he’d gotten away, if he was safe, or if he was - No. She wouldn’t think like that. She had to believe he was alive somewhere, and was coming to rescue her. He always kept an eye on her. Always there to shield her from danger. Why did she turn him away? The last time the two had really talked was shortly before jack departed on the mission to the mansion, and that really wasn’t the best of conversations. She should’ve apologized for biting his head off like that. But she didn’t. She was too good for that. “And now I’m a blob in God knows where, waiting for these aliens to decide what to do with me.” As she began to mutter, several Skrulls rounded the corner towards her. Following them was a large, hovering steel plate. It looked like it could take a heavy load. Looks like they’re taking me no matter what. Elana had to hope Jack was coming to save her. She had to. And he’d better come soon. END OOC: Thanks Grey, and all of you guys, for a great time. I had a lot of fun, and hope to RP with all of you again sometime. I thought about singing "Thanks for the Memories," but then none of you would ever be the same. Thanks you guys, D_N -----signature----- Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. - Peter Rothman
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 7/13/08 9:34am Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	I would like to once again, thank EVERYONE who participated in Xavier's!! You have all made this game a most memorable experience. And thank you Zedd_Vega for the original concept. I must admit that I am intellectually curious as to what course the game would have taken had you remained as GM. Either way, thank you. I'd also like to thank Genimay. You are one of the strongest persons I know. bows Btw, All the closing epilogues were fantastic!! So thank you everyone for such great final posts. Last but not least, should there be an X3 in the future, those in the player list would be the first I'd inform. Oh, and you do know that some of you are talented enough to start your own games by now... so don't hesitate! I encourage it. In closing, I wish you all a fond farewell and an awesome gaming experience. It's been a great honor to RP with you and a worthwhile learning experience. Excelsior true believers! Keep your light shining! Game on! -----signature----- "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter."_Yoda "I find your lack of Faith disturbing."_ Darth Vader "There is always Hope."_Luke Skywalker "Make me one with everything." (Hungry Monk)_Ameteth
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