Since there was a little delay in the Pax arc, I decided to make a post showing a result of Icon's successful dispersion of the domes. Plus, it sets stuff up for Season 2.
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Jeffery Zimmerman | Kyra Muller | Odysseus Laërtiades
Kyra was between a rock and a hard place. Due to her powers that had only manifested after the dome at Atlanta had appeared, she was lost in a city that was unfamiliar to her. If she had not been trapped in the body of a nine-tailed fox, Kyra could have asked for help or even directions to her hotel, but her current appearance prevented her from doing so. Instead, she was laying down in an alley way with her nine tails wrapped round herself. Kyra had a rumbling stomach and a parched mouth, but she had not become so desperate to try to dig through some trash.
Out of the corner of her eye, Kyra saw a blue blur in the sky that was zooming away from the city. Shortly afterwards, the dome that had encompassed the city of Atlanta began to disperse. She gazed down at her fox paws, hoping that she would soon see her human hands return. However, even after the dome was no longer present, Kyra continued to retain her nine-tailed fox. Disappointed and depressed, Kyra rested her head back down on one of her nine tails, just as if it was a makeshift pillow.
While she was resting, Kyra heard footsteps from above. Therefore, she peered up to see what, or who, was causing the noise. As she looked, Kyra caught sight of some sort of projectile flying in her general direction. When it landed, while it did not strike Kyra, what turned out to be an arrow had a rope attached to it that lead back up above. Startled by the leading of the arrow, Kyra sprung up to her feet from where she had been lying down.
From above, a man slid down the rope and landed a few feet away from Kyra. In response, Kyra took a few steps backward, worried about what this man’s true intentions were. With each step the man took, Kyra followed suit by backing out. She wished to shout out to the man, tell him to leave her alone. However, how could she without human vocal cords? Kyra kept repeating in her head the word stop, hoping that something would miraculously happen.
Then suddenly, the man grasped at his head, as if he was experiencing a headache or some other head injury.
“God, damn it!” The man said aloud, “You can speak in people’s heads, too?”
Kyra wondered what he meant by ‘too’. Fortunately, she would not have to wait for long to find out. A second man slowly descended from above. However, this time, this man was levitating above the ground as he approached the ground. In his hand, he carried a staff that was giving off a bright blue glow from the ankh on the top of the staff. But this wasn’t the weirdest thing about him. Instead of a human head, the man had an avian head, either a falcon or eagle’s.
“Don’t worry. We’re not here to hurt you.” Both Kyra and the first man heard the Son of Osiris’ voice inside their heads. He then knelt down near Kyra and extended his hand that was not holding the staff in order to rest his hand on her head. At first, Kyra pulled away from the Son of Osiris’ hand. However, after he reassured her again that he was not going to harm her, Kyra relented.
When bird-headed man placed his hand on Kyra head, she began to feel a tingling sensation throughout her body. Before she knew it, Kyra saw her human hands again. A rush of joy surged throughout Kyra when she thought that she was now back to normal.
“Thanks for, um, helping turn me back to normal.” Kyra told the Son of Osiris. However, the two men turned towards each other and then back towards Kyra. Their silence worried her. She instantly peered down at herself. Her clothes had conveniently been restored, so that was not the reason for their silence. However, examining herself, she did find something off. Although she was no longer stuck in a fox’s body, Kyra discovered in horror that there were still some residual effects. Behind her, Kyra saw nine fox tails, similar to the ones she had as a fox, but scaled up to fit her body, still attached to her. Furthermore, her ears, now like those of a fox, had migrated towards the top of her head. The fur that only covered her tail and ears matched her natural hair color.
“Can’t you fix this?” Kyra begged the Son of Osiris, pointing towards her fox ears and tails. Unfortunately for Kyra, the Son of Osiris shook his head. Definitely not the answer Kyra was looking for.
“You have the ability to switch between your current appearance and the one you were previously in. You just need some practice to control it.”
“But this isn’t natural!” Kyra complained as she pointed at her nine tails again.
“We’ll return you to wherever you have been stay before these domes formed here.” The Son of Osiris’ voice echoed in Kyra’s head, dodging the girl’s protests about her current appearance. “If you ever need any help, you can find us in Pacific Point. My associate here can give you a card with a phone number if you don’t want to fly all the way out there.”
After Odysseus handed over a small business card to Kyra, the Son of Osiris teleported the three of them to the hotel where Kyra and her friends hand been staying at. Once they dropped the young woman off, the two men disappeared again.
@BlackSam3091: How old is Superman in this roleplay? I need to know how old to make Lana Lang (Insect Queen).
Hulkling has never been tied to the Hulk, does he count as a legacy character? In the comics wasn't he another off-shoot clone/child using Mar-vell DNA as well as a Skrull's in his veins?
~KL~
I think the issue is the origin of the name "Hulkling". While you are correct that he is not literally related to the Hulk, according to Marvel Wikia, Hulkling picked that name because he had a slight resemblance to the Hulk. Nevertheless, I am not expert on Hulkling.
I'll wait to see what is @sep's response and then I'll accept Hulking.
Updated Roster, just FYI.
Clint Barton | Barbara Morse
“I hate it when we have to pretend to be local law enforcement.” Clint complained while he yanked on his shirt collar. “I almost feel naked when I’m not in my standard threads.”
“I wouldn’t say that out loud if I were you.” Bobbi told her partner as they climbed the flights of stairs to their destination. “Especially since your ‘normal’ uniform is composed of various shades of purple.”
“Hey, don’t takes shots at the color purple! If Samuel L. Jackson can rock a purple lightsaber, then so can I!” Clint retorted back.
“Whatever.” Bobbi muttered, trying to end the conversation because they were approaching the apartment door. Once they were standing in front of the apartment door, Bobbi knocked a couple times. For a few moments, the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents could hear some shuffling from within the apartment until a blonde haired woman cracked open the door, which still had the door latch attached.
“May I help you?” The woman asked.
“CPD.” Clint told the woman, “We have a few follow-up questions.”
“I already told the police everything when they interviewed me at the university.” Shirlee Bryant told both Clint and Bobbi. “Anyways, I’m kind of in a hurry.”
“May we come in?” Bobbi told Shirlee, “It will only take a few minutes out of your day.”
The woman hesitated for a second before she allowed the two undercover agents into her apartment. When they entered, Clint and Bobbi discovered that Shirlee was indeed in a hurry. In fact, it looked as if she was planning to leave the city until the investigation died down, since there was a single packed suitcase on a nearby table.
While Bobbi was distracting Shirlee with some follow-up questions about the crime she supposedly witnessed, Clint walked over to the table where the suitcase was located. He then partially unzipped the bottom of the piece of luggage, although he did not open it because he did not want to somehow screw up future prosecution. Instead, he hoped that, when Shirlee takes the luggage, some dirty laundry to spill out onto the floor. And he wasn’t looking for any clothes.
“Okay, Ms. Bryant. You’re free to go now. If you remember anything else of relevance, please call us.” Bobbi told her, handing a card that had their contact information.
Now given the green light to leave, Shirlee walked over to her suitcase, picked it up, and placed it on the ground so that she could roll it out. However, as she began to walk out of the apartment, some of the contents of the suitcase slipped out, just as Clint had predicted. Among these items were a few vials, which contained the same serum that was being worked on at the University of Chicago.
“Looks like you might have to change your plans!”
@Mateotisbecause feminists need something to point at and shout "sexist!" at less they stop pretending society has been carefully crafted to go against them and actually do something for the women whivarw actually oppressed.
Ironically, they need Jean Grey to go all Phoenix-mode on Apocalypse to defeat him.
@Oraculum: I see nothing wrong with it, but I will allow NMS have the final say.
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