Hexaflexagon

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Expect some fire from Red on saying goodbye that way, @Hexaflexagon

@Ruby

I expected nothing less.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Until somebody awesome starts showing Cyclops the love that he deserves.

@BlackSam3091

You know you guys should really watch what you say.

But really events with our X-Men have suddenly prompted this a little bit faster than anticipated. After talking with Morden and deciding that I'd drop Black Widow (who I've kind of lost inspiration for at this point) and I'd pick somebody a little bit more involved with the plot and the happenings of the world. He isn't going to be perfect not by a long shot and he's going to have some issues going in but that is why we love him. Anywayyyyy.

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New Frontier: DC/Marvel One Universe RP application:



Scott Summers - Cyclops
Neutral Good.
It’s Complicated.

"Poor little Scott Summers— the boy most likely to have a nervous breakdown— prepared his whole life to lead an army by everyone he ever knew and trusted. And then it's time to grow up and lead and— and it's an awkward fit on him, sometimes. "
--Emma Frost.

History:

Scott Summer’s was born on an operating table left behind from the Second World War within Joint Base Elmendorf–Richardson up in Alaska, a few miles outside of Anchorage. He was the oldest son of Katherine Summers, doctor and Major Christopher Summers a pilot in the United States Air Force. The first ten years of his life where considerable normal even pleasant by most standards, though even at a young age Scott had trouble getting along with his peers as his father was positioned from base to base making it hard for him to make friends and even more so maintaining them. Rather Scott grew very close to his younger brother Alex, the two of them relying heavily on one another Alex especially as Scott spend most of his days protecting him from bullies, getting into more trouble at School much to the dismay of his parents. After one particular bad incident when he broke the clavicle and left arm of another child one Lawrence Crock, star athlete of the school they were in and nearly eight years older than Scott at the time who had given Alex a black eye earlier that day for stepping on his new shoes. Due to this Major Summers came up with an idea to take the family on an accident retreat on a ‘family vacation’ so that all of them could bond and Scott could maybe calm down a little bit. But while Major Summers was flying them home in his personal pride and joy an old Hopfner HA-11/33 Seaplane.

Something happened in the sky that day, and whatever it was on a clear and perfect day that Hopfner came tumbling down through the sky alight with a raging fire. The fire had consumed all but one parachute which Scott’s parents give to him to use to save Alex and himself from immediate peril. Scott took his brother’s hand and jumped falling through the sky and coming crashing towards the earth. The latch on the parachute was stuck, Alex was screaming and crying. Scott didn't want to die, he couldn't die. Then it happened suddenly with a scream of frustration beams of flared from his eyes as his vision turned red. He lost consciousness soon afterwards but it was enough to slow down the Summer brother's descent into the blue expanse of the Pacific below them. It was Alex that managed to pull them both atop a piece of wreckage from the plane. They were found two days later by Search and Rescue, their parents were never found.

Scott awoke in the middle of the night the next day in a hospital in Queen Medical Center in Star City, it all seemed like a nightmare but then the doctors told him what happened and it all came crashing down. He couldn't control the anger the next time it happened, he felt the sharp pain in his head again and the terrible burning sensation and before he knew what was happening he had punched a hole straight through the roof of the hospital. Six people died and Scott quickly fell back into a deep sleep. He would awake a year later in the State Home for Foundlings a place where he was tested on by the sinister Nathaniel Essex. Essex placed mental blocks on Scott and took on the role of "Lefty", who was Scott's roommate and bullied him at the orphanage. Sinister intervened any time anyone came close to adopting Scott.

As a teenager Scott began to suffer from severe headaches and he was sent to a specialist , who provided him with lenses made of ruby-quartz. Soon after, Scott's mutant power erupted from his eyes once again after getting in a argument with Lefty. It ended up tearing a hole through the wall in the Home for Foundlings and he escaped running away into the night. Scott’s powers would continue to erupt in erratic bursts as he became a walking time bomb leaving only destruction and death in his wake. After spending a period of half a year under the tutelage of Jack Winters another mutant who became Scott’s adoptive father while using his powers to aid in his own crime sprees. It was then that Professor Xavier found him with the help of one Fred Duncan. Xavier and Duncan chased Winters and Scott back to Winter’s hideout and with Xavier’s help Scott was able to shake off the grip that his adoptive father had put on him and break the man of diamonds into floating shards.

From that point onward Scott became the ‘first X-Men’, the first of many young mutants to be taught under Professor Xavier. Xavier taught Scott how to at least control his powers enough so that a modified version of Essex’s ruby-quartz lenses could contain his powers. Slowly over time their little family grew and they did great things, they became a team. For a time Scott was even happy. But of course things couldn't stay that way things could never stay that way.

It was supposed to simple, they were supposed to stop the Brotherhood and things were going to go to normal. But it was never that simple, Warren was killed in the crossfire and Magento deflected one of Scott’s blasts into a nearby High School killing over fifty students within. The world was already against Mutants but at that moment the world decided that Cyclops was worse than any normal mutant. His friends tried to tell him that it wasn't his fault but he didn’t listen. He became more reckless, more foolhardy, more angry. He fought with Jean more about things that seemed stupid now and that fell apart as quickly as it began. In the End Scott Summers couldn't handle the pressure, the pressure of being the leader, the hero and Scott broke.

He left in the middle of the night two months after the incident. He tried to sneak out but of course Xavier was already waiting at the door. The Professor that had become yet another adoptive father for Scott did not stop his first student from leaving but only wished that he found what he was looking for and with that Scott vanished off the grid. He hasn’t been seen since.

///Redacted Information
-LEXCORP Intelligence Report /// /rs.100023451
A mysterious individual with impressive optical powers matching the description of one Scott Summers has been spotted in several small towns within Northern Canada and Alaska. Subject appears docile and aimless wandering from point to point without purpose. Recommended further investigation.

Supporting Cast:
Professor Charles Xavier:
Professor Xavier was Scott’s third and hopefully last father figure in his life and the only one that really stuck. Scott owes an unpayable debt to the man but not even that stop Scott from leaving the X-men behind. Before he left Scott and Xavier had been getting into more and more fights as of late as Scott’s more brash and hotheaded was leading him down a self-destructive path.

Jean Gray:
Jean was one of the first people to actually treat Scott like a human being and in return he fell head over halls for her slowly of course. But that was a long time ago and a lot can happen. They broke up in the aftermath of the incident, they were both tired and angry and so the fire raged. They got over it and the friendship remains and there were times afterwards that sparks flickered from the embers but only sparks and any kindling was long since drowned in sorrow. He didn't say goodbye before he left, he left a note if you can call a post-it with the words Sorry on her door, a note.

Piotr Rasputin:
Scott had many one on one talks with the groundskeeper of the School turned X-Man. They drank and they joked usually in large amounts together. Scott left a bottle of vodka on the desk in his office before he left, a small thank you note.

Alex Summers:
Scott's younger brother, has not been seen since the plane crash though Scott has a feeling he is out there somewhere.

Nathaniel Essex:
Better known as Mister Sinister the evil mastermind and genetics has always had an eye on Scott fascinated with the power that the boy possessed ever since he blew the roof off of that hospital all those years ago.

Emma Frost
A strange blond haired woman who has been haunting Scott during his sabbatical. Scott finds her terribly annoying. Though she seems to have taken a keen interest in Scott for reasons that are not yet known.

How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?:

Ah Cyclops, a man that embodies unattainable ideals: idealized love, idealized comradeship, selfless altruism in trying to serve the world. A man that is so often crushed beneath the weight of these ideals. I’ve always found the leaders to be the most interesting ones, the ones that when push comes to shove have to put their foot down and do what needs to be done in service of the world. To be a person like that you have to be a little bit narcissistic I think, be at least somewhat full of yourself. But at their best they are the pinnacle of humanity, of life as we know it and it their worst all the traits that make them strong and powerful are the ones that drag them down. It’s that dichotomy that I would like to explore.

Scott here is a little bit more broken than his other incarnations tired and broken over the deaths that he had caused and the deaths that he could not prevent. He is tired of the world placing its hopes and dreams upon his shoulders, he's tired of living basically. At the start he is an alcoholic in Alaska running away from his problems having not had communication with the X-men for months if not a few years by this point. If my Thanos story is about a general, a leader in his prime then Scott’s is the parallel to that he is basically still just a kid trying to figure out what being the leader means, having to learn to take responsibility and move forward. He’s going to figure it out maybe not quickly and maybe not easily but he is going to figure it out.

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I do things, you know those things. A sample post may come eventually

Tokoshie no Ansoku

@Fabricant451@TheWindel@Nerevarine@KoL@DontCallMeZelda@Little_ninja@Algorhythm@Flamelord

Alright time for a roll call. Who's dead?

Star Wars: Left Behind [Hex & Gowi]

@Gowi

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Xandar
Andromeda Galaxy

Richard Rider was dreaming. He was dreaming of Earth, a home he had not in seemingly a lifetime. He dreamed of the quiet suburbs of Long Island and of his house where he would play basketball and street hockey with his friends, he dreamed of the smell of the ocean air and the feeling of hot sand beneath his feet. He dreamed of the sweet strawberry taste of Suzan Armstrong lips in the cold winter air one January night. In his dreams Rhomann Dey never came down from the stars, in his dreams he got to leave out the story and life that he expected to have. The small house somewhere in the country, the well paying job, the loving wife and the two point five children and a dog. In his dreams he never dreaded waking up and he never missed the seemingly simple things of life like the sound of a sprinkle in the summer morning slowly rotating about or the soft chirping of birds in the early morning of spring.

The sound of the intercomm piping into his room woke him up. The voice that came through was soft and feminine but he knew it wasn't any person it was a robot cleverly disguised. A robot which over his years in the Nova Corps he had learned to hate and dread. They didn't use the intercom to wake you up unless something very important or something very terrible had happened. Considering his current luck with things Rider had figured that it was the latter. He rolled out of his small bunk and hit the floor naked as the day he was born. His small room in the Nova Corps compound was relatively small in it’s structure and was a stark white in color the floor polished to the point that he could see his own reflection looking back up at him. He stumbled towards to the side door that lead into his bathroom and looked up at the face in the mirror.

The man that now looked at him was much different than the stranger that had left Earth all those years ago as nothing more than a boy. Richard was barely in his mid thirties but looked at least a decade older from the stress and general toll of his word.His eyes had dulled over the years having lost the enthusiasm and excitement that once danced within them, replaced with a lonely determination that came through seeing some of the worst that the galaxy could throw at him. Dark circles laced beneath them currently a testament to his lack of proper sleep that the current affairs had him dealing with. Brown hair once long and free had been cut close to his head and now had shocks of white matched by an unshaved face where a solid beard was starting to form. Richard sighed as he cupped the water in his hands and splashed his face - it seemed he wouldn't have time for a shower today yet again.

Walking out of the bathroom he quickly pulled his gear out of the trunk underneath his bed pulling it out from artifacts that had taken with him from earth. A picture frame holding a picture of him and his family, an old football and a school yearbook all that was left of his life on Earth. As far as his parents knew he was a missing child having run away from home years ago. It was easier that way of course, easier for them not to know what had really happened to their son. He ran his hand over the picture frame once and gave the football an affirmative squeeze. It was still firm as he continually kept putting air into it even though he had not used the thing. The intercom sounded again and the robot even sounded half annoyed, shaking his head Richard took out his suit from the trunk and closed it with a solid thunk.

Once he was suited up Richard made his way out of his rooms and through the winding passages of the base at a slight jog. The other members of the Nova Corps nodded as he passed some of them even called out to them and he give them a friendly wave as he bobbed and waved his way through the crowd. Eventually he found his way to the center of the complex mission control as he liked to call it. It was a fitting nickname, a large circular room filled with computers and displays of all shapes and sizes as communication and tech officers monitored information from across the greater known universe. It was here that all Nova Corps operations were put together and monitored. In many ways it was one of the most important rooms in the galaxy. When he had first joined the amount of activity going on around him made his head spin. Now, he moved about it like it was a part of him as he made his way towards the center of the room.

At the center of the room was a familiar face pacing about the central display. Blonde hair, fiery and beautiful those were the words that immediately came to his mind when he thought of Lindy Nolan. She was another human like him drafted by the Worldmind, and one of the best combatants in the entire corps beside Richard of course. She turned as she heard him approach her a perfect image of despair

“Lindy? What in the world is going on? I went to sleep for an hour and then the intercom is yelling it’s head off for me to get down here.”

“It’s about Kray.” Nolan spoke her normally strong and proud voice sounding like it was in a windstorm swallowed up by the world around her. Richard’s heart sank almost immediately at the mention of the outer lying mining world. That was where they were fighting him, they had an operation planned for weeks and it seemed like it was finally going to be over that they were going to be able to stop the deaths and the destruction once and for all. But from Linda’s expression and voice Richard could already guess what happened.

“What Corpsmen Nolan is trying to say is that our forces on Kray were destroyed to the man.” A cold robotic voice sounded out from seemingly inside of Richard’s own head. It was the Worldmind of course, despite having been a member of the corps for as long as he had he still couldn't get over the shivers that went down his back when it spoke. He wanted to chastized it for being as blunt as it was that those people they had lost were men and women where their friends but he held his tongue. The Worldmind was endlessly complex and trying to argue semantics with it would only result in a headache that he couldn't deal with right now.

“He... left us a video.” Lindy spoke as she pressed a button on the main display. The picture changed from an image of Xandar floating in space to that of a frozen picture of Thanos himself standing alone in a field of corpses surronding him, he looked unscaved by the battle beside the only mark of combat being the blood that coated his fists. He looked very.... pleased with himself, pleased at the destruction that he had caused. Richard started at the image of the titan that had caused him such pain and misery over the past few months, his force of death and destruction coming seemingly out of nowhere and slowly destroying thousands of worlds like Kray, thousands of worlds they had sworn to protect. Richard grabbed the edge of the display with a tense grip hard enough for his fingers to began to dent the very metal itself.

“Play it.”

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Kray

“I know you are watching this pitiful creatures. Shriveling in your homes and dwellings wetting yourself in fright as this is broadcast across your Galaxy. I’m the champion of death, I’m the destroyer of worlds, I’m your god. I am Thanos. I send this message out to you all as a warning. If you resist my forces and go against my will this is your fate. This is what happens to those that go against Thanos, this is the fate of your so called protectors the Nova Corps. If you go quietly I can promise you a quick and honorable death but fight me and you will perish slowly the worthless animals you are.” Thanos watched as the light on the floating camera orb in front of him turned off. He nodded to himself pleased as he surveyed the carnage and death in front of him. He was almost disappointed at how easily the battle had been one, he had expected the defenders of Kray to put up a better fight, a fight that he could relish in, a true battle. But instead they shattered too quickly, breaking rank and fleeing as they watched Titan carve through their army without breaking a sweat seemingly impervious to any damage that was thrown his way. Even the Corpsman with them with their abilities and powers were no much for him as they were easily crushed beneath his fists.

Nebula soon appeared next to him as he surveyed the carnage about him hands clasped behind him. She stayed silent not daring to interrupt his meditations.

“Speak child.”

“Our forces have finished mopping up what remained of the opposing army, the planet is as good as ours Overmaster.” Nebula spoke as she bowed despite the pain still flaring in her ribs.

“Good round up all the able bodied men and woman and get them onto the ships.We need more slaves to keep our forces running.”

“Gamora is already on the task sir.”

“Well I want it done quicker. And once that is done have our ships drop the nuclear payload from orbit. I wants this wretched world wiped off the face of the galaxy.”

“Understood.”

Naruto: Consequences

Suzu Watanabe

A year out and Uzushiogakure was still a corpse rotting in the afternoon sun. Kirigakure, Konohagakure and Iwagakure, Mist, Leaf and Stone they swept through the village like a fierce tempest and left only blood and chaos in their wake. They didn't completely destroy the village but they might as well have Officially they promised to help fund a rebuilding effort, to atone for the bloodshed and the violence and for the first few months work was even done but in the end they didn't care about the village they just cared about their own interests in the bigger picture. Most of the repairs that had been done weren't sponsored by their former aggressors but rather by the sweat and blood of the inhabitants. The real enforces of peace as they were left practically as soon as they arrived, off to deal with bigger and better things leaving only a token defense force in their wake to oversee the ‘rebuilding’ process. It was a joke really leaving a bunch of kids to police an entire village. No wonder it all went to shit.

Suzu was one of those children caught in the middle of things when it all went down. A girl continually haunted by the ghosts of her past trying to claw their way back into the forefront of her mind. She had arrived to the Village only a few minutes before having been delayed in her travels do to unforeseen circumstances. A farmer’s kid had fallen off of his plow while tending the fields unlucky for him the oxen pulling the thing hadn't noticed and the plow ran right over his leg. It was a nasty compound fracture in normal circumstances the kid would've lost the leg or worse died from the onset of infection. Though it seemed something in the sky was looking out for the kid that day as Suzu was passing by their farm when the whole thing went down. She spent several painstaking hours resetting the bone and doing her best to provide what little healing through Chakra that she could. It wasn't part of her task and the kid’s parents could only pay her in a hot meal but she didn't care, she only did what she knew was right.

She had no hero’s welcome when she entered through the gates of the village, a matter of fact she had no welcome whatsoever. The entrance to Uzushiogakure was dead it was far flung from the usual hustle and bustle that Suzu had been accustomed to back home. The houses their at the front had been some of the most affected during the initial stages of the attack having been blasted to smithereens by ninja tools and jutsu. The afternoon sun that clung high in the sky casting forth strange shadows from these ruins producing creeping apparitions along the road of dirt. Idly she noticed the familiar sight of dried blood scattered across the ground and reflexively a hand went to one of the kunai that hung on her belt. She wondered how long the blood had been there, and what events transpired to create it. Whatever it was, she figured the stories she had heard before she set out where right, Uzushiogakure was in bad shape.

Lucky she had found the dwelling that they had been assigned to rather easily as it sat right off of the main road that snaked through the village. Hands quickly worked on the lock with the keys provided as she occasionally checked over her shoulder to make sure no brigands or would be idiots decided to jump her then and there. No so diversions of excitement occurred and Suzu soon pushed the door to the building open slowly the old wooden door heaving like a drunken sailor as she put some force behind it. She quickly found her appointed room and quickly removed the bag that hung at her shoulder dropping it to the floor with a thumb not really paying much attention where she put it. It appeared as if her two companions had already arrived, of course she was the late one it only made sense.

Now where was that ramen shop that they had agreed to meet at? Suzu thought to herself as she left the building and was back on the street once more. In atypical fashion she was busy doing a million other things when Sano had gone over the precise directions on how to get to their determined meeting place and she didn't really feel like wandering about the village searching for her teammates. So she made up her mind to go and find a local to talk to. If they were to be the police and guardians of the village then she might as well get used to the idea of talking to the populace. She tried to remind herself that this was not home, people didn't know her and hadn't already made up ideas of her in their heads, in a couple of ways it was a chance at starting over.

Much to the girl’s overall annoyance and frustration the populace were not the most helpful sort of people it seemed. Most upon seeing her headband give her dirty looks and slinked back into the shadows shutting their doors and closing their shades and those that remained outside refused outright to talk to her as if she was some sort of disease carrying vermin. Eventually though she did find a promising target, he was an older man leaning against a stack of crates filled with building supplies and he was smoking from a long and gnarled pipe seemingly unaware of the world around him. Suzu figured if he hadn't ran away at the sight of her she might be of some use to her just yet. She took a breath to find her resolve and then stomped over to him, her small frame being dwarfed by the large muscular physique of the man hands chiseled by years of hard labor.

“Pardon my interruption sir, but I’m looking for some directions and you look like you know the place.” Suzu asked the man her tone less questioning and more direct almost like an interrogation. The man took another puff from his pipe before he peered down at the small kunoichi in front of him and he laughed dismissively.

“Yeah? And where are you trying to get to leaf?” He explained pressing a thumb against Suzu’s handbend with enough force to push her back just a little bit. “Your type destroyed most of the village, so there ain’t much left to see.”

“I’m looking for a small ramen shop not too far from here.” She spoke sternly swatting the man’s hand away. She would've given him the name but the fact of the matter was that she had forgotten it all she remembered was Sano’s saying that it was close to where they were sleeping.

“I might know the place. It depends on how much it is worth to you.” The man explained with a grin as he held out an outstretched hand towards Suzu. Part of the girl wanted to hit the man not hard enough to kill him or anything but enough to knock the smug grin off of his face. Luckily though - for him- the girl’s cooler persuasion managed to hold her over from an outburst. Making enemies with the populace on the first day would be counterproductive to their whole reason for being in the village in the first place. For now it would be best if she played along with their games. Sometimes a deal could get you as far along as a fist. So playing along Suzu reached into the small pouch at her waist and produced a few ryō and smashed it much harder into the man’s hand then was needed. The man did not seemed too phased by the show of force as he brought the money up close to his face to examine it more closely seemingly pleased by the transaction that had occurred he looked up at Suzu with a new sense of friendliness.

“You ain’t as bad as I thought leaf. Good to know some of you still know how to have an honest business transaction. Well the place you're probably looking for is Yuudai’s place, continue up the road a little bit and take two lefts and a right. It’s the small building with the red roof, lucky bastard’s shop somehow got through the worst of the fighting untouched.” The man explained as he pointed down the street. Suzu nodded her thanks and proceed along her way to the meeting point a few ryō lesser but with a new contact if she needed one down the line. A fair enough trade.

As she got closer to the ramen shop a large muscular man passed by her walking quickly away muttering under his breath about some punkass kid who could control shadows. Well it seemed Sano was already up to his old tricks again. Suzu though with something halfway between a chuckle and a sigh as she rounded the corner.

Just as the man had told her the ramen shop was there a relatively small affair the roof old and worn but still a noticeable red in color. On the street out front her two teammates stood together Sano and Hiyoko. They had all been together for what had quickly accumulated to a year. Suzu figured they weren't the worst people in the world to have as teammates or friends for that matter. They tolerated her presence which was something compared to most. Suzu closed the distance with a quick jog as she waved over to the two of them. She caught the tail end of their conversation as she came in and characteristically jumped right into it.

“Don’t you know Hiyoko? We are on a mission right now, Kahona's Brightest over here has to follow the rules and be a ‘good example’. Meaning he is going to be about exciting as a stick in some mud. No parties from him.” She explained teasingly as she playfully jabbed an elbow into Sano’s side.

Tokoshie no Ansoku

'Broccoli Head'

“How much does it hurt? To use your powers and be treated with the drugs I mean…how much does it hurt?”

The words broke Nozomi out of a seemingly deep trance but it took her a good half a minute to realize that the words were actually being directed towards her and not to somebody in her vicinity. Her whole body took a collective breath inward before releasing like a tensed cord slowly unraveling and stretching back out letting the silence last for a period of time that could almost be considered uncomfortable. Only then did she move her head with something akin to a flop as she went from looking at the ceiling to looking at the person who had asked her the question tilting her head slightly more backwards , hair of green messing about and falling haphazardly across her face loose strands falling across her eyes. Nozomi did not make any movements to adjust the hair but instead squinted slightly as to peer at the girl who had asked the question. What was with the white hair today?, she wondered as she gazed at the other pale girl her own girls eyes flickering over her form taking in details and drawing her own conclusions. She appeared slightly older than Nozomi even though her own fifteen years were often hidden behind the age found in her eyes and general way of carrying herself, but this girl despite being older seemed shriveled like the last flower in autumn, pale eyes holding a cool... loneliness to them. Unlike the other one though she seemed sincere if a bit blunt in her words. Nozomi let out another outake of breath through pursed lips producing a barely audible whistle tone as she considered how to respond.

"It's killing me." She finally explained to the girl in the most blasé manner possible her deep green eyes dark and emotionless showing neither fear nor regret from the statement. She saw no real harm in telling the truth not now at least, they were all on the same suicide mission together now these ones had at least proven that they had the grit to do the honorable thing. Then surprisingly enough she give a small inkling of a smile towards the girl as she went on. "I'm a prototype though, they expect me to die. You won't die though unless of course you're an idiot and push yourself too much."

With a surprise motion from her stationary body her head cocked to the left as if she had suddenly remembered something. "But why did you stay white hair #2 if you are worried about the pain? Why stay when you can just leave and go back to your family or whatever?"

Tokoshie no Ansoku

Alright then after the horribleness that is and forever will be Mondays, it is back to the grind as usual. Time for some updates!

@TheWindel
A response from Broccoli head should up today.

On to CS applications.

@Vee
Her ability is an interesting and relatively well balanced take on super senses, I appreciate that. Anyway Accepted!

@Flamelord
I also like her, the team needs some Optimism to counter the pessimism prevailing in the group. Accepted!

Both of you feel free to sort of either jump in now to the wondrous lands of sitting in beds and talking in the gymnasium or feel free to wait until the next scene transition occurs whichever you prefer.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

The answer is always Calendar Man.

Long Halloween is pretty damn awesome.

Oh and surprise I'm alive.

Tokoshie no Ansoku

@Fabricant451
Ah well you bring up a good point. Basically during normal posting everything goes in rounds as we've been doing. But during times like these when everybody is just sort of bonding or talking really, the round system kind of fades away until I make the next big 'story post' since rounds aren't too cohesive to the flow of conversation. And trust me you'll know when a story post pops up, it'll usually involve a time skip or a sequence break of some sort. All I ask during these talking segments is at least wait for two post to go off from the time of your last post to your new post so that massive spamming does not occur.