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The Baka-Slash-Chibi13 Nostalgia line continues! |
Are you sure this isn't just because you've run out of new ideas? (Nope. :3 Just mixing in the golden oldies with the new and true.) |
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 9:41 pm
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(Due to petition, we are doing the time skip a page early! The total time that we are skipping is one year, during which you have been training with your mentor(s). I expect each and everyone of you to come up with some nice new things about your character. Remember, a lot can change in a year.)
David E. Warner A.K.A Grizzly -------------------- David had left that day with Deadpool. He didn't even tell anyone before disappearing, just leaving a note saying he was leaving. Since then, he'd made no contact with the X-men, nor the Brotherhood. For some reason, after leaving with Deadpool David became impossible to detect by telepaths. Even Jean Grey, with the addition of Cerebro, couldn't find him.
That new morning, the sun rose in the sky as it did every day. It was peaceful. Since Magneto's apparent return, the entire country was on high alert. You couldn't go out without seeing droves of MRD agents roaming the streets. Hundreds of people had been arrested under the suspicion of being mutants. And yet, throughout this year, most had not heard a peep from Magneto. Whatever he was building was going to be a game changer.
In the empty kitchen of the Xavier Institute, all that was out of the ordinary was the newspaper Hank had left on the table from the previous night. What stood out about it was an article of the front page about Deadpool, and his new accomplice. -------------------- Ferocity / Control
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 10:06 pm
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Masika Yejide ~Tempest
The sizzle of lightning, followed almost instantly by the rumble of thunder, filled the Danger Room. Tempest hovered high above the Danger Room floor, where she'd set a series of lightning rods in an arrangement that would look like nothing more than a meaningless jumble from the floor. But from above, when the lightning hit and was transferred from lightning rod to lightning rod, the electrical current created an image. It differed from moment to moment, as Tempest had learned to control her powers in such a way that she could use the winds to move specific objects almost like using telekinesis. Specificity. That's what her mentor had called it. What her aunt had called it. A year ago, Tempest had heard a soft voice calling to her while she was in the gardens watering the flowers. A voice that called her mpwa yangu, the Swahili words meaning 'my niece'. At first, she'd thought someone was playing a trick on her. That Sumina had found some way to mimic voices and play them inside her head. But it was a voice that Masika had never heard before. And the voice was not inside her head. Instead, it whispered on the breeze. Soon the voice revealed to her that it was what could only be called the spirit of her aunt Ororo. Ororo wanted to help Masika become stronger and more confident in herself, and the former wind rider had pulled together what she could of the energy she had left behind in order to do so. She taught her all she could, instructing Masika in how to read the currents in the air and how to meditate so she would not easily lose control of her powers when she became frightened or angry. Ororo passed all her knowledge and experience on to her niece, and come the end of the year, she had also passed on what was left of her powers and energy. Ororo had become a part of Masika. And Masika somehow sensed that she was now more powerful in some ways than her aunt had been, though she couldn't quite grasp how exactly. So she continued to train herself, using exercises such as the one she performed with the lightning rods to perfect her control.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 12:19 am
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Larusa had spent the year training with Polaris, whom she had gotten to know pretty well. She came to accept that humans were evil, but that there were some that could be good. She knew that she couldn't carelessly let people see her power, but also that she needed to trust that her team mates would back her up.
Over the year, Sumina had stopped sending her flying into, or through, walls every time her sister looked at her. Larusa took it as a good sign that her sister was slowly forgiving her. At least that's what Larusa thought.
Since her training started, Larusa's power had grown. She could create balls of the energy she had taken from others and put the powers to use for herself. She could take a power, reverse it and send it back at the mutant she had taken it from. It was have the opposite effect of what ever it was originally supposed to do. Magnetism turned into repelling metal. Super speed turned into slow motion.
Larusa was proud of herself for making it this far. She hadn't even known her power could evolve into this. A couple times she had tried to tell Sumina about her improvements, but her sister had always seemed so exaggerated after training sessions, or passed out because of them.
((Will do more tomorrow.... Can't think right now))
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 12:25 am
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦ aka Redemption ▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
A year had passed and Sam heard no word of her friend. David had disappeared the same day of her confession, but she knew it was foolish to think it was because of her that he left. She saw, as did everyone, the hurried note he had left.The only thing that kept her from mourning was a faith that he would return. He had to, because she had bone to pick with him. It wasn't anger, not really, because she never could hold a grudge for long, let alone for him. No, it was a sense of unfinished business. Not to mention she felt this growing excitement the longer time went on. So much had changed in the past year, she couldn't wait to tell him about it all.
The first and most notable, was she had made a new friend. Although he didn't side with either the x-men or the brotherhood, he was a mutant too. They hung out together almost everyday, at least when she wasn't training at the Institute. He was polite and had an accent, although it was sort of a game for her to try and figure out from where.
And then there was the subject of her powers. Sam was proud to have come as far as she had, much to the encouragement of her peers. Although most of it was making sure she didn't lose energy healing things and bringing them to life without her wanting them to, she happened upon a few quirks as well.
Today, as always, she was up and about with the rising sun. Being the first to the kitchen, she set about throwing a simple breakfast together for herself and the others. Since David's disappearance, she took up the chore of cooking. It was one of the many talents spawned of necessity.
As she cleaned the counter in prep of making some scrambled eggs, she spotted the paper, folded to show off the small article.
"I swear," she murmured after scanning the article. "Professer McCoy needs to stop leaving his newspapers all over the place." As she leaned over to toss it to another table, she stopped. Pulling the paper to her again, she squinted her eyes to scrutinize the picture more closely.
"No way," she gasped, recognizing her friend instantly.
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
Zeda "Dragon" Smith
All that matters in life is survival. . .
Zeda's past year was not one she would have expected, but she would be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed it. She left the brotherhood soon after that eventful day, following in Sabertooth's shadow. From there is was a bloody paradise. They traveled daily, killed many, and feasted freely.
Her body, likewise, adapted to this knew and invigorating life. She felt primed and ready with an all new bag of tricks to show the world. And through it all, she kept thinking about the bear, although not in a healthy way that most would expect. Her fascination was in testing herself. She wanted to try her luck and skill, pit herself against him again. Everyday she trained and grew in hopes of crossing his path again.
. . . But crushing the weak is nice too.
The Harbinger, Mark Tallwick
The room was well furnished and cleanly untouched as the sunshine poured in from the parted curtains. It aught to be, for how much he paid for it. Mark cared little for the room or its little adornments. He was here with a purpose and it wasn't for leisure.
He threw his white leather jacket on and grabbed his keys. Sam would be finishing her chores and soon to be heading to their meeting spot. He mustn't keep her waiting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:14 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:33 am
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◦▹❊*◦▹❊*◦▹Sam Summerfall▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦ aka Redemption ▹◦*❊▹◦*❊▹◦
Sing to me of lovely things. Of butterflies and angel wings. . .
Sam smiled at his request. Since she was the one who cooked breakfast everyday, she already knew his preference to bacon. It was just routine to ask.
"Of course." Skipping back over to the cooler, she pulled out a package of thick slice. With practiced efficiency she tossed them in with the eggs. A smile played on her lips as she listened to him talk. After all this time, his accent was still very thick, but it was fun to listen to. Masika's was like that too, when she got upset. Sam loved her friends, quirks and all.
"He's always so secretive when he locks himself away," she said softly, thinking of all the times she sent someone with food for the old scientist. Honestly, if she wasn't around to keep him fed, she wondered how long he would really last during these fits of scientific exploration. "I wonder where he even got a paper that old."
. . . Then grab my hand and hold me close. Save me from this earthly dose.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 1:55 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:08 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:09 am
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