nextgen_misc:

The skies were cleared and the cat-people seemed to be calming, if still nervous, as Elder Shadow addressed them.

"My people, we have been so very wrong. Look at the anguish and fear that has only been elevated in our attempts to protect ourselves and our world." He looks towards Lucas, before hurrying down the temple steps to tend to his wound personally, still addressing the others. "We cannot let the suffering and violation of one of our own blind us to the consequences of our actions. The Rituals will never be invoked, for they can only bring more pain and madness."

As he heals the wound, his tone becomes more personal. "Lucas Moonstar, Chris Pym, all members of the X-tribe.. we cannot offer enough apologies, and I give you mine personally. I will take whatever atonement you see fit to repent for the actions of my people's will and my own leadership."

burnwithlight:

((Warning: This is going to get messy and unpleasant. Some aspects may be triggery.))

They were on the roof this afternoon, just talking and relaxing a little after getting some more work done. It was too cold, sure, but the decor was lovely and the view was great.

Considering their early trouble, Giovanna had taken to keeping her knife in the inside pocket of her coat when they went outside anywhere that wouldn't have metal detectors. She knew she'd most likely just use her powers in another emergency, but a little paranoia never hurt anyone.

"The weather's improving. Perhaps it'll even be tolerable eventually," she told Andrew with a smile.

vicious_cycle:

Its been a long ride, though as the Rider goes, a fast one. The trail led him, eventually, to the outskirts of New Orleans, and, of all things, an abandoned amusement park. Before exploring too far, he lets the flems die out, returning to his mortal guise, and hits the nearest payphone to let the team know where he's at.

ng_weaponx:

Nicholas sat at a table in a small coffee shop and drank a cup of coffee. It was around two pm and the time of day most nine to fivers needed that cup of coffee to get through the rest of the work day. The place was pretty busy and all the small tables held two or three people, except for the one Nicholas sat at. He put of "don't even think about sitting here" vibes.

Crosshairs was out of sight but nearby and knowing her, probably had him in the crosshairs. He wouldn't put it past her to put a bullet or two in him just for fun.

They were doing search and retrieval.

Kane wanted a few mutants to do a test run on the machine. Once they knew it worked, they would proceed to the next phase and grab the bigger targets.

"See them yet?" he asked over the comms.

marvel_girl:

The mansion was in ruins; it looked like a nuclear bomb had hit it.  What hadn't been outright destroyed on a near-molecular level looked as though it had been burned to cinders.  Little pieces of bone were mixed into the ash and rubble, the last remains of what had been friends and family.  An adamantium skeleton lay useless under one of the larger remaining pieces.

Flames crackled and coalesced around a young woman, taking the general shape of a bird of prey.  Her red hair flowing seemingly of its own accord, a satisfied, wicked smile worked its way across her face.  "You are the last," she said, her voice echoing in their minds even as she spoke.  "The last of the X-Men, the last of those I once called friends."

She made a small hand gesture, painfully tightening the psionic bonds around the few surviving X-Men.  "You sought to cage me, to make me less than I was.  But the Phoenix is eternal, power incarnate.  You simple mutants could never have defeated me."

She paused, placing a finger to her chin in thoughtful consideration.  "The one question is whether to simply kill you now, slowly and painfully, or let you struggle and fight for your survival?  Or I suppose I could let you be...  You'll still die, of course, when I consume your sun... but that does lack the immediate satisfaction."

"What to do, what to do...?"

ng_independent:

“ExpLAIN!” The Empress demanded of the woman warrior standing in front of her. The Empress was quite displeased. Her best warrior had failed. Lost. Defeated. “This is unacCEPtable!” When she spoke her voice rose and fell with the syllables.

“Your highness….”

“Halt! There are no exCUSES! You have failed me! Get her out of my sight!”

The guards, all women of course, moved to surround the warrior. The woman bowed her head and then left with the escort of the guards. Empress pouted. Her best warrior had been defeated. She pouted more.

She watched her court (really the ship crew) move about. The women were efficient and loyal, but none of them were good enough warriors to win the gladiatorial competitions. Kohlrhia needed someone who could win. The problem was where could she find said person?

She thought long and hard (which for her wasn’t that long or hard).

It struck her like a bolt of electricity.

She knew EXACTLY where she could get warriors. Not just warriors, great warriors. Earth's mightiest warriors. The best the planet has to offer.

“Set a course for the Sol system!” she ordered.

lytaworthington:

Lyta made her way down to the living room, a smile on her face. It was the weekend and she planned to enjoy her Saturday morning. Nothing to do, just watch some t.v. in the living room, and then go for an easy yet satisfying workout later.

She didn't even notice a couple of the weird looks that some of the others were giving her as she made her way down the stairs. Or the wolf-whistles. Or the snickering. There was probably something else going on around her, anyway.

Lyta walked into the living room, smile still on her face. "Good morning!"

The whole room burst into a mixture of laughter and wolf-whistles. And a couple of eyerolls.

Lyta put her hands on her hips. "What the hell's so funny? Do I have a pillow imprint on my face or something?"

"Hey Lyta," one of the boys in the room said in between snickers, "Forget something this morning?"

"Forget something?" Lyta smirked, "What the hell are you-"

And then she looked down.

She was naked. In the middle of the living room. And there wasn't a blanket in sight that she could grab hold of.

Lyta let out a scream, bringing her arms around to cover up her fully exposed chest.

omni_absorber:

 

( Food for Thought... )

sophie_lebeau:

Sophie found herself in the backyard of the mansion, in a white and yellow party dress that looked like it belonged to a six year old. Looking down at it she noticed the white patent leather Mary Jane shoes she was wearing with little frilly socks. “What the heck?” she asked herself as she looked around the yard. The yard looked like a set up for a kiddy party, with pony rides and clowns….

 

……. Clowns making balloon animals…......

 

Sophie tried to make her way to her parents who were helping with the food tables but the balloon animal guy came up to her. “Hey little lady, what kind of animal would you like?” he asked as he pulled out a yellow balloon and began to shape it.

 

“No.” Sophie whispered to herself. “No, no, no, no, no……”

aaronwyatt:

Aaron was running around a city that he didn’t recognize. The place was both foreign and familiar to him at the same time not that that really mattered to him right now, because he was being chased by something truly terrifying. Now far behind him were thousands of clowns.

Occasionally Aaron would throw a lightning blast back towards the mob of heinous clowns not that it did much to slow them down.

“How can people possibly think these things are funny,” Aaron screamed as he continued running aimless through the misty city that he could not place.

Aaron could not seem to lose them or outpace them but they did seem to be slowly but surely catching up to him.