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ZEAL92 Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 10/18/06 12:17pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	IC:Kinetic Jeffrey raised an eye at Plaga's blatant dismissle of him, as well as his powers. Still it would be her lose, but then Toga spoke up. illuminate me Jeffrey thought what a good idea He smirked as his hand shot out from resting on the tabel to a closed fist/ His smirk grew wider as the nearby torch (which distantly Jeffrey thought was strange, was it just there for decoration?). The hand was there for effect only, he could have done it without it but it would have lost the effect. Luckily it was behind Plaga, so it floated over her head and near Toga. Not close enough to burn her, just close enough to illuminate her face. "Your will is done" He said with a little sarcasm. Here he turned to Plaga "Am i entertaining now madam or should i do another parlor trick?" Tag: Toga, Plaga, and Lillith -----signature----- It is better to be thought a fool, then open your mouth and prove it. It is a quiet thing to fall, but terrible to admit.
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Darph_Nader Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 10/18/06 12:48pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	IC JACK WARNER: One never fully appreciates things until they have been stolen away from you. Ask one who has experienced the death of a friend, or loved one, and they will probably tell you the same. Jack was going to learn this lesson the hard way. Alice had smiled in response to what Jack had earlier said. It was a warm smile, filled with love. In the next moment, though, her smile faded, and her eyes unfocused. Her mouth began quivering. Jack could make out some of the words she was mouthing. He was confused by this, to say the least, and was even more shocked when Alice shook her head violently and began to scream "NO! I CAN'T!!!" Quickly, she huddled herself in a ball on the ground. "Jack..." she started, "I love you. And because of that, I can't be around you any more..." Alice began to sob as the tears formed in her eyes. "I have to protect you from myself. Having you around could be dangerous." She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I need to protect you from me.... and me from myself. I don't want to hurt you Jack." Jack noticed as Alice's eyes unfocused for a moment, and she whispered something. The only word Jack managed to catch from her was the word "king." What it meant, he had no idea. As her eyes refocused, Alice wiped her eyes, and stood. "I wish I could have told you under better circumstances," she said as she wrapped her arms around him, "and I wish I could stay with you forever. I want to stay with you, but I'm afraid of myself Jack." She rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm afraid of what I'm capable of..." Jack returned the embrace, overwhelmed by what she had just said. He began gently stroking her back as he tried to process the infromation. After a long period of silent embrace, Jack spoke. " "You don't need to be afraid, Alice... You can have one of the people here help you. I'll stop seeing you as much," Jack spoke, trying to come up with a way out of this to where both Alice and himself would be happy. But, he couldn't. Jack heard footsteps approaching from behind, and stilled himself. The weight of the footsteps, the distance between each pace... It was Sage. The way she walked was unmistakeable. Stopping several feet away, Sage cleared her throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but is everything okay here?" Jack froze. He couldn't possibly tell Sage what had just happened. It didn't seem right. "You'll have to think a way out of this one, Alice," Jack whispered into his friend's ear. TAG: SGB, gj125, anyone --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- IC ELANA WARNER: Elana blushed slightly in response to Bad Boy's laughter. They get all kinds here, don't they? was one of the first thoughts to pass by in her head. As Bad Boy collected himself, he leaned backed in his seat. "I guess I've been called worst things..." he managed to say finally. "But see here, I consider myself a warrior, a soldier for the people. No one gives a damn about the safety and security of the poor and disenfranchised. They get rolled over or killed, and no one cares. They cry for justice, but no one listens. Bad Boy listens.....and he does something about it. Yessir! You betcha he DOES SOMETHING about it." Bad Boy looked away for a moment. Looking back to Elana, he smiled again. "So, anybody call YOU a viglante lately?" he asked. Elana chuckled, and gave Bad Boy his requested hi-five. "No. Just 'The Changeling.' My brother started calling me that a little while ago." Should I show him? Elana asked herself. I could do something small, and it wouldn't hurt too much... Putting her concentration on it, she began to transform. He body numbed over, and the next instant, the pain came like a tidal wave. Gritting her teeth, she began to morph. Pieces of bones protruded themselves out of her skin. Her jaw squared itself, and her skin took a grayish hue. Her muscles bulged from underneath her clothes, and as the last strands of hair changed to a pure white color, the pain subsided. Luckily, her clothes had been made with a special material so it could change to fit her if any involuntary change happened. Otherwise, Elana would've shredded the clothes, and that wouldn't be good for her. Grinning, she struck a pose. "The real-life, good-guy version of Doomsday." Hopefully Bad Boy wouldn't freak out too much. TAG: gj125, anyone D_N -----signature----- Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. - Peter Rothman
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PressRedForFreakMode Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 10/18/06 1:21pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	IC: Toga Lounge As Toga requested Kinetic discuss himself, he said nothing, but threw his fist to the air, pulling a burning torch toward her. It wasn't close enough to burn, just enough to feel the heat. "Your will is done" He smirked. Toga smacked the torch away from herself into a nearby wall. The wood of the the torch handle fused onto the outside of the wall, putting the flame out. Her glare in his direction turned to an evil, sadistic smile. "Do you wanna try that again, little boy?" Tag: Zeal, D_J -----signature----- twITCH__â„¢ RHI-SPARKS[sparkly rhi]~Alcohol-Swindling BassPlayer MB#79, Blackmoon Lt. Commander #5 Changing my name legally tomorrow!! <[ghastly]>â„¢
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Darth_Joesha Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 10/18/06 1:37pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	ic: Plaga Citadel Lounge "Am i entertaining now madam or should i do another parlor trick?" Plaga was a little taken back with his blatant lack of respect. He was as brash and rude as she was when she first joined. She turned to Toga who was busy fusing a torch to the wall. "I like this one. He's almost as concieted and rude as me!" She turned back towards Kinetic but looked straight past him to the bar. She made a signal with her hand a the barman set about putting some music on. A slow gothic style track filled the room. Plaga stood and walked down the steps before turning to Kinetic. "Dance with me." tag: Grey, Red, Zeal -----signature----- And how I lived! How they shone But how soon the lights were gone Moff of both Polis Massa and Vorzyd V You cannot hope to grasp the source of our power... Undoubtably Malkavian
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 10/21/06 12:27pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 10/21/06 12:37pm (1 edits total) Edited By: greyjedi125
	Genosha, Hammer Bay, The Citadel, Citadel Lounge Lilith Darque, Plaga, Toga, Kinetic, Mimic, Razor Angel, Atomic Reaper, Esmeralda & Shifter Lilith sat in the V.I.P Booth within the Citadel Lounge, enjoying the general atmosphere. Her dark senses confirmed Toga's arrival and the fact that she'd survived her 'interview' with Mighty Lord Exodus. "Well, it's good to see you again in one piece..." Lilith candidly remarked to the approaching femme fatale as she took another sip of her drink. "Hmm. That was... an experience. Once I had begun, I was keen on defeating him. But, I have passed, thankfully." Toga smiled and stood gleefully over their table. Lilith smiled genially, but inwardly where no one could see, she raised a silent eyebrow. "Keen on defeating Lord Exodus...?" she echoed internally. Unlikely. Lady Darque would have chuckled in amusement, but in all honesty, she did like Toga. The young girl had great potential...and she was deemed worthy to be allowed to live. Little did she know that those that were personally interviewed by Lord Exodus were either allowed to live according to their worthyness, or destroyed, therefore, most of the recruited acolytes came to serve the Brotherhood via lieutenants and field agents. Since Lord Exodus was near peerless as a Master of Psionics, and less than a few mutants in the entire globe ranked as high as he did, he personally interviewed only those whom were considered as potential members of the upper echelon, and not the rank and file foot soldiers. Toga passed her test, so her feelings were not without merit. However, she would have to be disabused of the notion that she could have defeated Lord Exodus. It would not do for her to fall pery to such dellusion so early in her career, but that was for a later time. "Come, make yourself comfortable." Lilith invited with a smile. "Thank you." Toga said as she took a seat opposite both of the deadly women. "Is this part the calm before the storm?" Toga inquired. Lilith's smile grew wider as she nodded in silent response. Shadow Mistress empathic keeness caused her to turned towards Plaga, who'd begun to speak. "Glad to see you're alright." Plaga said with an obvious edge. Clasping her wine viciously she took a large gulp. Lilith took a graceful sip of her own drink, which partially concealed her widening smile. She smmothly reclined her shapely form upon her seat to allow a greater range of interaction between the two deadly females. Lilith could almost literally read what Plaga was thinking, but had no need to do so. The girl's body language and mannerism spoke volumes all on its own. "I intend to pay a visit to Xavier's Institute soon. Would any of you ladies be interested in joining me?" Lilith did raise an eyebow this time, but held off on being the first to comment. She wondered if Plaga intended on getting clearance from Lord Exodus to mount such an assault, or go at it on her own. There was a chain of command for a reason, not to mention, Lord Exodus had specific plans for the traitorous mutants at Xavier's. Of course, Lilith felt that Plaga knew better than that, she could not have gotten this far otherwise. Lilith did hope that Toga's perceived potential wouldn't not drive Plaga to commit a foolish mistake in hopes of solidifying her position amongst the upper echelon. That would be...regretable. Lilith now basked in the sense of intrigue and amusement this gathering offered. Given the nature of the Brotherhood, such encounters were natural and necessary in order to maintain a continued strong leadership. Toga's response to Plaga's invitation proved to be subtle, apparently straight forward, yet simultaneously complex. "No Champagne first? I have no qualms. Lillith?" "I don't mean now Toga. I like your enthusiasm but we are not prepared. This kind of attack takes preperation, it needs to be stealthy. If any of the members of staff were to discover our presence it would not be good." A wise call, Lilith though to herself, as she simply nodded her agreement to Plaga. "Okay, i'll agree with you for now but..." Toga said in response. She looked upwards to think for a moment. "Surely they can't be expecting us so soon. And surely they couldn't withstand us? But i'm not arguing, inquisition gets the better of me." "We can talk 'shop' later..." Lilith put in with calm smoothness, accented by her dark alluring smile. This was not the time or the place to discuss such matters. "...But I must agree on the champagne." The Shadow Mistress turned to indicate the barman that he should bring them a bottle of Champagne. Almost at the same time, the doors to the Citadel Lounge swung open, and a newcomer made an entrance with much flair. By human standards, he would be considered attractive. Lilith observed cooly, but was not surprised to see that the man had drawn the attention of the deadly duo at her table. At once, she almost felt sorry for him...almost. The champagne arrived at their table immediately and without delay. Clearly amused by the newcomer, Toga turned to her two companions as she pored herself a glass. "Did you see that?" By her tone, she was undoubtedly intrigued. "Unfortunatly yes. I don't know why we allow such... primitive beings into this organisation... but then I guess cannonfodder is always useful." Plaga said looking at the man with disgust. Her deep eyes scanned the man slowly, she couldn't help but feel the stab of attraction. It had been a long time and she was slowly lowering her expectations. "Maybe we should invite him over... so we can mock him!" Lilith gave a soft chuckle of amusement, but continued to only to witness what transpired as events began to develop. "I think that would be an excellent idea!" Toga said, seemingly agreeing with Plaga. Lilith gave another small chuckle at the following silence. How her little predators schemed. It was a pleasure to behold. Toga smirked and glanced back around before shooting eyes at Plaga. "Do you want to or shall I?" she said, suggesting towards the mutant in the doorway. "I'll do it." Plaga said rising slowly, arching her back. She walked a few steps forward and paused infront of a mirror, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Her chilling image would stop any man in their tracks. Her perfect complexion, her dark features, the arching, shaped eyebrows but most of all her cold eyes, they had an air of mystery around them, like pools of dark water. She almost floated down the steps and glided across the the handsome man. "Excuse me, is it you that so daringly interupts the peace of this lounge?" She asked him raising a single eyebrow and thinning her eyes. "My associates and I would like to invite you to join us for a drink. I think you'll find it a privillege to come. Not many people would be allowed on the upper level." "Perfectly done..." Toga muttered from where they sat. "I couldn't agree more." Lilith added and gave Toga a charismatic smirk. "Let the games begin." She announced softly, then took another small sip of her drink. Lilith was fully aware of what her deadly companions capabilities, it was time to see if the recruited help could even begin to measure up. As she continued to observe the unfolding events, Lilith sensed the various feeling the newcomer went through as he interacted with Plaga. He possesed enough awareness to sense that Plaga was indeed dangerous, but to his credit, he possesed an equal dose of courage. Not a bad combination. Plaga ushered the newcomer to their raised V.I.P booth, where introductions were made. Lilith noticed that she had not been introduced, which made things all the more amusing for her. Could her deadly duo be so distracted by this man's outer appearance that they would forget protocol? Perhaps they needed consorts of their own. The newcomer's name was Kinetic. This was no doubt his handle as mutant adventurer and self-descriptive of his powers. Lord Exodus might be interested in testing the abilities of this Prime Mover...if he ever proved to be noteworthy. "I am bored now. From this man's... interesting entrance I thought he'd be humorous... I'm rarely wrong... why is he so dull?" Plaga announced as she gave kinetic her back. Not that it meant that she was at all vulnerable in that position. "I'll handle it." came Toga's eager reply. "Kinetic. Tell me about yourself. Illuminate me." Toga commanded, thinning her eyes as she spoke. Lilith turned to regard the youngman, intrigued. Once again to his credit, the newcomer endured Plaga's dismissive gestured and seemed amiable enough to indulge Toga's request. A smirk appeared on his handsome face as he stretched for a hand. Lilith felt his power surge from within his being as she watched him with curious interest. A moment later, a decorative torch on a nearby wall came floating towards the V.I.P booth, guided by Kinetic's abilities. Lilith watched as the torch floated over Plaga's head and passed by close to Toga, illuminating her face. The Shadow Mistress made a low disapproving sound and shook her head gently. It appeared that the newcomer liked playing with fire, but in this instance there was a high risk of getting burned. Needless to say, none of what followed surprised Lilith. "Your will is done" Kinetic said with a little sarcasm. He then turned to Plaga "Am I entertaining now madam or should I do another parlor trick?" The newcomer smirked as he spoke, obviously quite pleased with himself. Toga smacked the torch away from herself into a nearby wall. The wood of the the torch handle fused onto the outside of the wall, putting the flame out. Her glare in his direction turned to an evil, sadistic smile. "Do you wanna try that again, little boy?" Toga's dangerous tone left very little to the imagination. Still not introduced, Lilith continued to observe. One thing was for certain, she felt quite entretained at the moment...and another parlor trick would be quite a welcomed sight. However, Lilith sensed Plaga's stirring emotions and hence, her timely intervention. Plaga was a little taken back with Kinetic's blatant lack of respect. He was as brash and rude as she was when she first joined. She turned to Toga who was busy fusing a torch to the wall. "I like this one. He's almost as concieted and rude as me!" She turned back towards Kinetic but looked straight past him to the bar. She made a signal with her hand a the barman set about putting some music on. A slow gothic style track filled the room. Plaga stood and walked down the steps before turning to Kinetic. "Dance with me." Lilith nodded at Plaga in silent agreement with her choice of action. She then half turned to Toga and spoke low enough that only she could hear her words. "That one can be uselful, after some...refinements." Lilith looked on and waited to see what else developed. On a table some distance away, Razor Angel, Atomic Reaper and Mimic finished gawking at what just happened in Lady Darque's V.I.P booth. "Who's that?" Atomic Razor asked, still staring. "That's some loser who's not gonna last very long. I'll bet you any amount of money that Plaga will have him gutted inside a week." "I wasn't talking about him you dimwit, I was talking about HER, the cute chick with the SWORD." "How the HECK should I know, I can't see too well into Lady Darque's booth, and it's not like I'm gonna use my light powers to 'brighten up ' her booth. I don't have a deathwish...like some people." Razor Angel took a drag of his cigarrette and blew a puff of smoke infront of him, just to conceal his embarrasment and awkwardness for not having seen the pretty young lady, or guessing that it was her that Atomic Reaper was gawking at. Mimic chuckled and shook her head. "You boys pay attention to Esmeralda, or you'll have to worry about HER pulling out your entrails if you miss her moment of triumph." Mimic reminded them as she turned to see how her powerful green haired friend was faring. "Oooops! My bad!" said Razor Angel, who now blew smoke rings at the distracted Atomic Reaper. "Would you cut that out!" cough, cough! Atomic Reaper went to swing at Razor Angel but stopped short as the young blond boy raised one of his razor sharp wings in defense. Had Atomic Reaper commited himself to the blow, he would have cut off his own hand . Razor Angel gave an impish smirk to his comrade in arms, who only managed an angry growl in return. "Uhm....would either of you care to dance?" Mimic asked a bit shyly. She lowered her eyes and waited a moment, but it was evident that neither Razor Angel nor Atomic Reaper had heard her. The Boys were busy being boys, and it was hard for her when she was considered on of the guys, but infact was not. Mimic slowly swayed to the Gothic tune the DJ had chosen, and suddenly wished she could change places with Plaga. Despite the fact that she enjoyed a good battle alongside her Brotherhood cronies, there were still things she enjoyed doing as a living breathing being. Tag: Joesha, Zeal, PRFFM ( anyone else) *Now for Xavier's.... -----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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PressRedForFreakMode Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 10/21/06 3:35pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 10/21/06 4:25pm (2 edits total) Edited By: PressRedForFreakMode
	IC: Toga Haburi Citadel Lounge, VIP Area "I like this one. He's almost as concieted and rude as me!" Toga smiled in agreement, now placed firmly in her seat. Plaga needed someone with fire, someone strong hearted, not that she needed anyone at all, her being an extremely independant woman. She clicked her fingers towards the bar staff, hinted for a song change. It was replaced with a track from a band called Darling Violetta, a personal favourite of both Plaga and Toga. "Dance with me." Plaga said to her new fascination. The two took stands infront of the DJ booth, almost dirty dancing to the sultry track. Toga sat gazing at the two, but saw Lilith lean in slightly in the corner of her eye. "That one can be uselful, after some...refinements." Lilith was such an inspiration. She had all-seeing eyes; she saw through the front that people use. Her knowledge also, was something to aspire towards. "Mmm, I agree. He has a certain... fire about him. I can see him doing well. His powers are.. unique." Toga raised an eyebrow towards Lilith, smiled and regain comfort in her seat. As she continue to gaze over the two dancing, she notice a few mutants to the left mumbling. One spoke loudly enough to be for their words to be only just audible. "I wasn't talking about him you dimwit, I was talking about HER, the cute chick with the SWORD." She peered in their direction to find that they wwere staring in the direction of the VIP area, where Toga and Lilith were situated. Two of them fumbled as they noticed her glance. They could have been plotting her death, Toga had only caught the one line, so she kept her hearing focused on the area afterwards, casually looking over at intervals. Tag: D_J, ZEAL, GJ, Razor Angel, Atomic Reaper -----signature----- twITCH__â„¢ RHI-SPARKS[sparkly rhi]~Alcohol-Swindling BassPlayer MB#79, Blackmoon Lt. Commander #5 Changing my name legally tomorrow!! <[ghastly]>â„¢
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greyjedi125 Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 10/21/06 4:07pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 10/21/06 4:34pm (3 edits total) Edited By: greyjedi125
	Xavier Mansion, Dining Hall Bad Boy & Elana Warner "So, anybody call YOU a viglante lately?" Bad Boy asked of Elana. He was pleased that the young girl had taken him in stride. In the past year, he'd learned alot about dealing with other mutants outside his circle, especially after the initial fiasco he went through over a year ago with the young electrokinetic named Lera. Even such a street smart fellow as himself had alot left to learn. Elana chuckled, and gave Bad Boy his requested hi-five. "No. Just 'The Changeling.' My brother started calling me that a little while ago." Bad Boy chuckled in good humor. "You don't say? Hmm... sounds like the title of a horror movie." The black leather clad 'vigilante' said in jest. Bad Boy smiled at his own joke, then he quite suddenly noticed the change of expression in Elana. He frowned somewhat in concern, not understanding why Elana wore a pained expression all of a sudden. "Hey, hey, what is it...are you ok? Where does it hurt...?" As he continued to determine what was happening, Bad Boy saw Elana's skin begin to change color to a grayish hue. Her body seemed to bulge, as if her muscles suddenly grew in mass and size, and even more amazingly, sharp pieces of bone began to puncture through her skin. "Woah, woah! What the..." Bad Boy exclaimed, getting up from his seat with due haste. He took a step back to give the girl some room, but kept a curious eye on her. He had no way of telling if what she was going through was intentional, or if she was having some sort of fit. Bad Boy watched her hair colour turn white, and with that, her expression changed from pained to satisfied. Inwardly, Bad Boy was relieved that 'Changeling' was not having some sort of attack. Grinning, she struck a pose. "The real-life, good-guy version of Doomsday." Bad Boy gave a long admiring whistle followed by a hardy laugh as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well, that's a neat trick if I ever saw one." he commented, still appraising Elana's new form. He wanted to ask her about the pain she obviously went through during a change, but tought better of it, at least for now. "So, do you just look like the people you turn into, or do you get their powers too? If so, you could do some righteous damage." Bad Boy let himself imagine a few interesting scenarios before adding; "My, my, look at the time, I think someone needs to be getting ready for tomorrow's training." he said with a friendly wink. Tag: Darph Nader *************************** Xavier Mansion, John Storm's Office John Storm II, Karra, N'dare & Jocasta John Storm had very little time to pause and reflect. His desktop computer and comm console indicated that there were several updates that required his immediate attention. John wasted no time and sat himself down once again to attend to the messages. Both Professor N'dare and Jocasta had made reports of dire importance. Apparently the Institue was under some sort of paramilitary survaillance. John remembered Sage mentioning something to that effect earlier on. "Jocasta, can you determine the exact identity of our uninvited observants? Not the individuals, but what organization would go through all this trouble." ["Yes, John. I will have an answer for you momentarily."] John nodded, then absently stroked at his chin. He did not like the implications, especially under the present circumstances. "Hmmm. Jocasta, please send a coded message to Karra. Tell her to come see me at my office after she completes her survaillance rounds. Also, ask Sage to join me here as soon as she gets a chance. " ["Yes, John. I shall comply at once."] Within seconds, the message to karra and Sage were sent. John didn't need to be a precognitive to know that something was about to happen, he could feel it in his bones. He didn't like that feeling, and he definitaley did not like the particular timing of it. Unfortunatelly, Erik was not around as he was still in a coma. A mutant of Professor Xavier's monumental caliber was better suited for this type of work, at least in John's opinion. However, he was also convinced that between the three of them, N'dare, Sage and himself, together, they balanced and complimented each other to such a degree, that no task seemed too daunting. John knew not why, but he felt that the X-men would soon need to make a stand, and he wanted to be ready for it. Too much hung in the balance. Meanwhile, Jocasta sent professor N'dare the results of her advanced security sweeps. The ones which only he, Sage and Erik had clearance to. ["Advanced sweeps also show a great deal of psionic energy flooding the immediate area within the Institute.The source of it however, is inconclusive and we have no match for the signature on record."] Jocasta continued to feed data into N'dare's terminal as she continued to monitor the Institue entire for any sort of anomalies and irregularities from both without and within the Mansion. Tag: Ktala ********************** Outside the Institute's property line "Captain, I don't understand this. Our instruments are on the fritz again. One moment they would be working fine, then they suddenly start going haywire. The techs have no explenation for it and are still looking for a source of interference." "No doubt it's some sort of mutant power we cannot readily counter. Keep doing what you can and remain at your posts. There's a strong possibilty that they have discovered our presence, but that remains uncomfirmed. Under no circumstance are you or your men to make contact with the mutants. Remain in stealth mode until our new orders arrive. That is all." "Yes, sir." The Captain gave his subordinate a sharp salute and watched him return to his designated post. He took a centering breath and clasped his hands behind his back before pacing towards his command post. None of their instruments seemed to be operating correctly this close to the mutant institute for the past few days. That'd been a recent development, considering the length of their operation. They even had to move back as far as several kilometers to be able to communicate with their HQ. The Captain was pretty certain that they had been discovered, but noted how the mutants went about their day-to-day affairs with no indication that they were being observed. That was a very curious thing indeed. Still, their orders were quite specific. They were there only to observe and record. They were not to engage the mutants at all until further orders arrived. But the captain knew there was more. He knew an encounter with the mutants was inevitable at some point in the future, given the political climate, and though he was a man of military discipline, he found small comfort in that notion, considering what he'd seen thus far. High command had to know that they needed something to even out the playing field, and if the rumor mill was correct, a solution was in the works. The captain took another centering breath before opening the door to the command center. He briefly wondered about his own fate, then tucked away his personal concern and focused on his duty...which was the only constant in his life he could actually rely on. *********** OOC: Thank you all for keeping this thread going. As you can guess by now, there's much awaited action coming your way. Stay tuned. PRFFM: Your timing is fine, no worries. You're all doing a great job! ( Note: Kinetic has not been interviewed by Lord Exodus as of yet. Not all acolytes need be interviewed by him to be part of the Brotherhood. Powerful Lieutenants like Lilith and Plaga may recruit promising members. Lord Exodus only inteviews those with real potential, ambition & courage, since failure means certain death.) -----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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PressRedForFreakMode Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 10/21/06 4:23pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	OOC: Thanks, GJ! Okay, well I still have a little time to edit my post, so he hasn't been interviewed yet Great to be here -----signature----- twITCH__â„¢ RHI-SPARKS[sparkly rhi]~Alcohol-Swindling BassPlayer MB#79, Blackmoon Lt. Commander #5 Changing my name legally tomorrow!! <[ghastly]>â„¢
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ZEAL92 Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 10/23/06 12:44pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	IC:Kinetic Jeffrey was suprised when he was asked to dance with Plaga. True he knew how, but no one had ever asked him. True he was the outcast, and here he could be himself. Still it would be best to try to hide his emotions, here they might get him killed. He'd noticed what that other girl (Toga? he thought questioningly) had done to the torch and took note of it. She would have to be watched. He noticed the girl on the other side, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't been introduced to her. He'd have to make sure to ask Plaga about that, as it was rude. He also reminded himself this was a dog eat dog world, and he'd have to be more careful in the furute. Still this was the first night out in a while for him, so he'd might as well enjoy himself. Sticking his arm out (and by extension his hand) politely, he spoke this time softer then before as if embarrassed. "If i might have that honor, then yes i would" Tag: Lillith, Toga, and Plaga -----signature----- It is better to be thought a fool, then open your mouth and prove it. It is a quiet thing to fall, but terrible to admit.
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Darth_Joesha Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 10/23/06 3:04pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	ic: Plaga Citadel Lounge "If I might have that honor, then yes I would" "Hmmm, how gentlemanly." Plaga said taking his hand and proceeding to the dance floor. Feeling the low bass beat fill her, she began to dance. It was quite a sight, her sleeves seemed to drip with a thick smoke, forming beautiful, deadly trails as she moved her arms. Taking a step towards Kinetic she swayed slightly, her face was now only a few inches from his. "I hope you don't dance like a gentleman..." tag: ZEAL -----signature----- And how I lived! How they shone But how soon the lights were gone Moff of both Polis Massa and Vorzyd V You cannot hope to grasp the source of our power... Undoubtably Malkavian
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Genimay Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 10/24/06 10:02pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 11/7/06 5:37pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DVeditor
	IC:Lera,Infirmary Lera took a step back and the dream dissolved. It changed. She was alone,all alone. For once,Lera wanted someone to reach out and take her hand,she had no idea what was going on. It was dark and she felt confused,as if she was being pulled apart by hundreds of different people. There was panic and pain,Lera wasn't sure it was her own feelings. In fact,if she had to place how if felt like she could have sworn it was Thera. Then everything changed again. LEra was in somesort of cell. Her clothes were all white and her hair was cut short. "Kay,what?" Lera asked. No one answered. The young mutant looked around again. There was a door. She got up,wait? Hadn't she been standing? Oh well. She banged on the door. Nothing. There was that feeling again. That panic. Again,it changed.But this Lera knew. This she remembered. 'Not again!' she screamed in her head. She was home. But not home. At her house,the one she had when she had been normal. Well,and for a while after her powers manifested. A girl,her,Lera,came into veiw. She ran into Dream Lera and they became the same person. Not five seconds later,a woman,Lera's mother,came around the corner. "You discusting,stupid,insolent ^&$%#! Did you moan his name?" as screamed as her hand latched around Lera's arm. "Mom,all we did was study math!!" Lera screamed,sobbing in fear. "Liar! I'm calling that place. I should have let you take them when this started. You are a mutant,a disgusting,**** of a mutant and they are going to test you until they kill you!" the woman screamed. Lera struggled but couldn't break the grip of her mother. "Noo!"she screamed. Lera's sleeping form began a frantic movment. She rolled and shifted in quick movment. Electricity sprung form the girl. It whipped out like tentacles and hit anything within a ten fooet radias of Lera. "I didn't. It was his fault,I tried to stop him." she screamed. TAG-Gj,any infirmary -----signature----- (\_/) Everyone is alone in some way. That dosen't mean you have to stand alone. I'm trapped here,so I might as well go insane too. destinysdomain2.proboards98/index.cgi
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Despised1 Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 10/25/06 3:55am Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 10/25/06 4:07am (1 edits total) Edited By: Despised1
	Tobias Bach (Aka: Trickster) The Gulag, location unknown "Now, would you care to rephrase that?" the voice asked almost sardonically. Tobias sat on his bed stunned at what he just saw, the tape made him look as bad as the rest of them. A danger to society. "It was never my intention to cause a disturbance, those other mutants showed up and tried to convince me to go to some academy. I got scared, I didn't trust them." He proclaimed. Everything in the park had gone so fast, he was scared and confused at the time, but looking back now he was half inclined to stop defending himself and allow them to lock him up for life. The thought of it was horrifying though, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of this place. "This is all Raven's fault, if she had minded her own business I wouldn't be here now. Her and Wolf both, they are a danger to everyone around them." Tobias vowed to get even, he didn't know how just yet, but he was sure that someday he would get his chance. Tag: GM Anthony Stark Jr. (Aka: Iron Man) Stark Enterprises: Long Island, New York The morning came early for the young CEO of Stark Enterprises, today would be a great day for him. He would be that much closer to sealing a multi-million dollar deal with the government, possibly a billion dollar deal if things went as expected. Even more than the money however, Anthony anticipated the surprise announcement he intended to make later in the day. The past few years had all built up to this one moment, and Anthony was determined to not fall short of his dreams. His entire life he had lived in a shadow, if all went well today he would step out of that shadow and become his own man. Anthony looked at his watch, "Only a few more hours." The meeting had been confirmed already, and the location was known only to a few. He had a great demonstration lined up for Wilfred Moreau, one that would knock his socks off. Tag: GM -----signature----- ~Sith Loyalist~ "I think I just had an evilgasm." 7 Time Winner Most Scary Patron 3 Time Winner Most Evil
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Reynar_Tedros Title: RPF Banner Designer Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 10/25/06 2:29pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	GM Approved! Alias: Abominus Real Name: Warrick Richards Date of Birth: 5/2/1977 Gender: Male Age: 29 Height: 6’ 1” Weight: 210 lbs. Eyes: Pure white (no pupils) Hair: Slick black Family: William Richards (Father, Deceased), Wendy Richards (Mother, Deceased) Marital Status: Single Species: Mutant Nationality: Black Team: N/A Base of Operations: N/A Ability: Abominus has the ability of shape-shifting, and can change his body into any form he wishes, from squeezing beneath doors to transforming into an elephant-sized creature. This also means that he can shoot off parts of his body at will and they will regenerate in a matter of seconds. This can also occur with a severed limb, though regeneration takes significantly longer (around 10-12 minutes for a completely severed arm). However, if he is unconscious, then regeneration will not occur until he awakes. Appearance: Abominus’ skin has a red hue to it, and he was born without pupils in his eyes, thus causing them to be nothing but white. He is usually seen in dark grey clothing, and shows no effort in masking his unusual appearance from the public. Other Special Features: N/A Personality: Evil, mysterious, and frequently silent. He hardly ever responds to a speaker unless it is urgent. Weapons: N/A History/Background: Warrick Richards was born in a small town in Texas. His parents, who were also Mutant (his mother appeared human and his father had green skin (think the Hulk)), lived in a house where there wasn’t a neighbor for miles, so that they could be in peace, away from the public that looked down upon them day after day. Due to the disdainful humans, Warrick grew an instinct of hatred and evil. When he was fourteen, he used his abilities to bust a convenient store that had a flier with the word “Mutant” crossed out. He killed two men, one being the cashier. It was then that he donned the alias Abominus, and soon the name was spreading across the news like wildfire as he continued to use his abilities for evil. When he was twenty years old, he came home one day to find his parents beaten to death, lying on the living room floor in a heap of blood. Warrick saw two men hopping into a pick-up truck nearby, and chased after them, throwing lumps of his skin in front of the truck so that it could not move, his body fully regenerating in mere seconds. The end of the altercation resulted in two men with the most painful death one could experience (details will not be given due to them being frequently disturbing). This was when Abominus embraced the evil inside of him, and the murders rose rapidly. Now he has become one of the most notorious villains in the history of mankind, and continues his prowl day after day.
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HunterPrime Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 10/25/06 7:50pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes
	Shifter - The Citadel, Citadel Lounge Shifter had accepted the green gals invitation to an arm wrestle contest. He nods now, smiling. "I'll take that piece of jewlery, if I win." he states, pointing towards the item he is looking at. Nothing too fancy, but enought to make a point. He looks back up at her. "That work for you, Greenie?" he asks her. "Please, call me Esmeralda." She says with a smile, but gives a warning with her eyes. Shifter smirked, as she continued, knowing he had touched a button with her. "And yes, I accept your conditions. If you win, you can have this here necklace. It's a real emerald, but don't worry. I don't plan on losing it today, or any other day for that matter." Esmeralda gave Shifter a grin and a wink. She gestured towards a nearby round table made solidly and completely out of metal. It was quite formidable looking and it was sure to weigh over a ton. Shifter nodded. “We’ll see.” He muttered softly, as he looked over at the table. And then did a double take. Then he grinned. "That's our little arena." She said as she smoothly rose from her seat. As she started moving towards the table, Esmeralda's friends started to cheer aloud. She waved at them and did a mock coquettish walk towards the table. Shifter thought to himself, ‘Yeah. Let ‘em cheer. They be cheering me soon.’ Upon closer inspection of the table, one could see indentations where powerful elbows have dug into the metal over time. As Shifter got closer to the table, a small thought, finally began to take hold in his mind. Shifter wasn’t exactly stupid, but he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box either. His eyes narrowed, as he stood, looking down at the metal table. He then looked up at her, as Esmeralda made a show of reaching the table first and jokingly pulled out the chair for Shifter. She then flexed for her 'fans'. "Anytime you're ready..." She called out to him as she waited for him to join her at the table. “Well, Gree…uh..Esmeralda.” Shifter corrected himself. “You aint never said what you want, if I lose.” He folded his arms firmly across his chest, doing his own bit of flexing. “Not that I’m that worried. But I ain’t gonna wait till last minute to hear what you got up yer sleeves.” Shifter gave her his biggest smile yet. He then looked over at the table, still grinning. “Looks kinda puny. “ he commented. Shifter didn’t have ‘fans’ per say, but he did enjoy the show. But he figured he would play it cool for right now, and then whip that green gal proper. Tag: GreyJedi125 -----signature----- I am the Hunter in the Dark. Embrace The Darkness And set yourself free!
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Reynar_Tedros Title: RPF Banner Designer Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 10/26/06 3:48pm Subject: RE: The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning: Path of Heroes - Date Edited: 10/26/06 3:52pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Reynar_Tedros
	IC: Abominus Graveyard; Deanville, Texas Abominus stood alone in a snow-covered graveyard, his long trenchcoat billowing in the hard wind and his hood doing its best to make its way off his head, albeit futilely. His hands were stuffed inside his pockets, and his head was tilted downward, his white eyes staring endlessly at a lone tombstone with an epitaph reading "Their love was infinite" above two names: William Richards and Wendy Wright Richards. The weather was unusually cold, for in Deanville it rarely made it below sixty Fahrenheit. It was about a quarter of that then, and the snowflakes continued to plummet towards the earth from the clouds above, hungry for a small taste of the world's crust. The times had grown grim. The crime rate was rapidly rising (thanks in no small part to Abominus himself) in the area, and it was spreading to boot, forcing its evil upon the rest of the world like wildfire. Abominus could hear the cries of children reverberating in his ears, haunting the depths of his own soul like a ghost. Abominus entered the bank, walking through the circular sliding doors and pressing his hands against them to make them move before him. The gleaming light from above reflected off of the polished marble floor beneath his feet, and the scent of money lingered in the air, only a faint twinkle in an endless abyss of nothing. A young girl, no older than six, tugged at her mother's jacket as she continued to stare into Abominus' blank eyes. Frustrated, her mother turned around in a fury and followed her daughter's gaze to the killer standing not five yards away from them. Abominus noticed the teller reach down and press the security button beneath the counter, trying desperately not to reveal her action. He glared at her for a moment, and then leaped out, stretching his arms a few yards ahead of him, grabbing hold of the end of the counter and pulling himself towards her in mid-air. He shifted his body in the air, and kicked her to the ground with his black boots. He landed swiftly behind the counter, lifted his foot, and brought it down on the woman's neck hard, killing her instantly. He then looked towards the mother who was frantically scrambling for the bank's exit, her daughter in tow. He reached his arm back and threw his hand towards her. It sped through the air at a speed of approximately a hundred miles per hour, and knocked her to the floor as it came into contact with her back. After his hand regenerated, Abominus raced to the woman before she could even pick herself back up. He kicked her back down on to the floor, and pressed his knee into her back as he knelt down, his other knee lying on the marble floor. He reared his hand back and brought it down to the woman's back. It penetrated her skin, and he squeezed her spine as he felt, shattering it. She yelped out in pain before being knocked into unconsciousness. Abominus jerked his head around to look at the young girl behind him, tears streaming from her eyes as she clutched a teddy bear, hugging it to her chest. Her blonde hair was up in pig-tails with little pink ribbons, and she was dressed in a pink dress that still had the tag on it. He could see the fear in her eyes, could smell its scent emitting from her body. The mother would likely live, albeit she'd have to go through the rest of her life in a wheelchair. He would've gone for the kill, but for the first time since he could remember, he felt a pang of sympathy towards the girl. No one else was in the area, and without another thought, Abominus headed out of the bank as he heard sirens down the road. The sun was sinking into the horizon, and Abominus knelt down to his parents' tombstone. He brought his index finger to his lip and kissed it, then pressed it against the tombstone, the scent of the flowers on the ground caressing his senses. Tag: greyjedi125
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