[center][h2]GM POST[/h2][/center]

[color=gold][h3]Pulling up to the front of Nocturne you’re greeted with empty black high class SUVs, three of them. All are empty. There is light spilling out of the side door on your left, but the front is dark. The feeling of eyes unseen watching you is overwhelming and the menace pouring out of the building just adds to that feeling. A warm wind blows catching your hair, jacket, shirt or anything lose and ruffling it in its wake. The acrid scent of smoke is present, as if somewhere there’s a fire or there was one here but has since been extinguished.

You hear the hum of a fluorescent light that’s ballast is off and the flicker of it attempting to stay on. The traffic in the distance might as well be on another planet; you strain to hear it’s dying echo as the city seems to settle. It doesn’t help that Nocturne is off the beaten path for a night club. The street is dark and deserted. But you prefer it that way, less witnesses. 

That feeling of fate comes over you and you know that this is no coincidence. All of your life so far has been building up to this point. Whether it was that you strive to be the “good guy”. You’re out to prove your own self worth to family, friends, even just yourself. You’re out to harness your gifts before they consume you. Or simply because you believe that you can make a difference and find where you belong. A sense of urgency and rightness prevails in you and rings through the air.

You are X-Men and you are here for each other and yourselves.[/h3][/color]