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Oddly enough, I was considering my 'spot' character instead of m.t. He's a leopard catfolk who can make 'spots' that work just like portal games. But I thought a portal making catfolk was too similar to Bamf, Yet i see them getting along just fine... too fine truth be told.
Is it a matter of a few weeks to get shit fixed or months? I can run it for a few weeks until you get life back under your feet if it will help, but I cant take and maintain total control of it all for months..
Fun, alway s have fun.
its alright, the whole point was to be the baby from the meteor that starfang is made from. I'm just as happy to use Lance.
"What do I want? A lottery win, chicken pasta florentine and a spa day, but the Pollock is fine. I don't like fish."
"Bet your birthdate or ask Xavier, I bet that's how he keeps the lights on. Put a bid in for kitchen duty and make some for everyone. Why not set the Danger room for a spa day instead of high seas?"
He started to chuckle at her Fish faux pas but it reminded him of a joke.
"John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood. On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper.
This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn't take it anymore. They decided to try and convert John to Catholicism.
They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic. They took him to Church, and the
Priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic." The men were so relieved--now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved.
The next year's Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighborhood was setting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill. The neighborhood men could not believe their noses!
They called each other up and decided to meet over in John's yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent? The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying, "You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."
All the while he is telling the story, his hands are nearly a blur of blue. Years of making sushi would leave most of this to muscle memory while adding his superhuman dexterity to let the knife dance over his fingers as he worked over the cuts of fruit, vegetable and flesh of sea life while setting prepping rolling then making one tube into a dozen slivers before plated to the side. Since Sarah said she didn't care for fish, he did a vegan California roll with avocado, tofu to replace the crab, cucumber and bean sprout caps to replace the roe. He put the sprout shafts to use elsewhere as he worked his way across eel, octopus and that delightful tuna begging to be made into art with green flyingfish roe rolled in toasted sesame.
"Sleeping it off, huh? I hope they sleep alright,"
Now it was his turn to singsong a bit. "o/" Their blankets hand-knitted, with pure Angora wool... o/" Their nappies are dry, and tummies are full... o/" Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull..." As he set up the plates of food to a single platter they could all take from with a pair of serving chopsticks for keeping their fingers clean.
"Well, I could make green tea, it'd go better with the sushi, provided any of us get any before Magnus here wolfs them down. I think I can manage boiling water without killing anyone."
"That sounds quite lovely, both of you. I'll get the nice cups then, we'll be so fancy,"
At the mention of him wolfing them down, he takes a moment to lick his blade needlessly and set the slice that was going to go onto the last piece directly into his mouth before he started to clean up his station.
"I don't think we need to go all 'Sabi-Wabi', so don't get too worked up on it. But yeah, its nice to wind down like this after any trip."
"Bet your birthdate or ask Xavier, I bet that's how he keeps the lights on. Put a bid in for kitchen duty and make some for everyone. Why not set the Danger room for a spa day instead of high seas?"
He started to chuckle at her Fish faux pas but it reminded him of a joke.
"John Smith was the only Protestant to move into a large Catholic neighborhood. On the first Friday of Lent, John was outside grilling a big juicy steak on his grill. Meanwhile, all of his neighbors were eating cold tuna fish for supper.
This went on each Friday of Lent. On the last Friday of Lent, the neighborhood men got together and decided that something had to be done about John, he was tempting them to eat meat each Friday of Lent, and they couldn't take it anymore. They decided to try and convert John to Catholicism.
They went over and talked to him and were so happy that he decided to join all of his neighbors and become a Catholic. They took him to Church, and the
Priest sprinkled some water over him, and said, "You were born a Baptist, you were raised a Baptist, and now you are a Catholic." The men were so relieved--now their biggest Lenten temptation was resolved.
The next year's Lenten season rolled around. The first Friday of Lent came, and just at supper time, when the neighborhood was setting down to their tuna fish dinner, came the wafting smell of steak cooking on a grill. The neighborhood men could not believe their noses!
They called each other up and decided to meet over in John's yard to see if he had forgotten it was the first Friday of Lent? The group arrived just in time to see John standing over his grill with a small pitcher of water. He was sprinkling some water over his steak on the grill, saying, "You were born a cow, you were raised a cow, and now you are a fish."
All the while he is telling the story, his hands are nearly a blur of blue. Years of making sushi would leave most of this to muscle memory while adding his superhuman dexterity to let the knife dance over his fingers as he worked over the cuts of fruit, vegetable and flesh of sea life while setting prepping rolling then making one tube into a dozen slivers before plated to the side. Since Sarah said she didn't care for fish, he did a vegan California roll with avocado, tofu to replace the crab, cucumber and bean sprout caps to replace the roe. He put the sprout shafts to use elsewhere as he worked his way across eel, octopus and that delightful tuna begging to be made into art with green flyingfish roe rolled in toasted sesame.
"Sleeping it off, huh? I hope they sleep alright,"
Now it was his turn to singsong a bit. "o/" Their blankets hand-knitted, with pure Angora wool... o/" Their nappies are dry, and tummies are full... o/" Of enough antihistamine to chill out a bull..." As he set up the plates of food to a single platter they could all take from with a pair of serving chopsticks for keeping their fingers clean.
"Well, I could make green tea, it'd go better with the sushi, provided any of us get any before Magnus here wolfs them down. I think I can manage boiling water without killing anyone."
"That sounds quite lovely, both of you. I'll get the nice cups then, we'll be so fancy,"
At the mention of him wolfing them down, he takes a moment to lick his blade needlessly and set the slice that was going to go onto the last piece directly into his mouth before he started to clean up his station.
"I don't think we need to go all 'Sabi-Wabi', so don't get too worked up on it. But yeah, its nice to wind down like this after any trip."
ys, dropping us in mojoworld with spiderman's rogue gallery was a bit over the top.
K.
Work in progress, tell me what you guys think
Name: Moon Tree Blue But everyone calls him 'M.T.' He used to be called 'Meat&Tatters' Blue and then the 'blue plate special' at games.
Code Name: All-star
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
6'6" and 330 lbs.
Powers: Gravitational manipulation: He sets a point on his body and generates a gravitational field to draw things to it, At his feet it makes him very stable, in his hands lets him draw things to his grip or hold onto things real well, on top of his head makes him seem much more agile as if jumping on the moon.
Personality:
Truth be told he's a bit slow. Kind because he doesn't have the room in his heart or his head to hold a grudge. Trusting and obedient to a fault from years of having to be told what to do. He is undeniably a team player, just don't ask him to lead.
History:
Born and raised in a Texas cattle ranch, all in all he's lucky to be alive. When he was a baby he got a nasty sting that left him with a fever on the hottest day of summer with the well pump broke and living too far for a hospital to be of any help. If it wasn't for his Medicine man grandfather and his feverfew, the boys story would end there. He survived but the fever baked his brain a little leaving him a kick simpler than most.
All in all he lived a good life, growing up good and strong like a farm boy will with Scottish on one side and Cherokee on the other. He went to school on the reservation from preschool to junior-high until high-school where he ended up going to Sam Houston High School. A kid as big as him got snatched up for Football faster than a rattlesnake snapping a rat and he was good for it. Too good for it.
He was most improved in the freshman year, Most valuable for sophmore, and he was the first ever of his school to get college offers before some seniors. With lots of people knocking on his door, he had to make a decision based on what was good for his family as well as him, He managed to land a deal with University of texas with an unusual signing bonus: A big ass truck and free gasoline until he graduates.
It wasn't until the Final game of his senior year that his powers manifested, He was tight end and doing fine when the person he was blocking slipped and fell into the ground, suddenly he was taking off down the field faster than he ever had before. he was wide open to catch the ball but the Qb didnt see him, yet the ball turned in mid air to come right to his hands like a magnet. Sadly so did half a dozen other players. The best anyone could come up with was a sudden tonado class wind must have blown the ball and half a ton of students into him. He Had made the touchdown and won the game, sadly the tackle of so many people shattered his femur. He was never going to play college or pro ball ever.
Thankfully this wasn't the end. Apparently there was a single private school in weschester who was still quite interested in signing him up for their college football team, they even let him keep the truck! Too bad he had to move all the way to the east coast for it.
Name: Moon Tree Blue But everyone calls him 'M.T.' He used to be called 'Meat&Tatters' Blue and then the 'blue plate special' at games.
Code Name: All-star
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
6'6" and 330 lbs.
Powers: Gravitational manipulation: He sets a point on his body and generates a gravitational field to draw things to it, At his feet it makes him very stable, in his hands lets him draw things to his grip or hold onto things real well, on top of his head makes him seem much more agile as if jumping on the moon.
Personality:
Truth be told he's a bit slow. Kind because he doesn't have the room in his heart or his head to hold a grudge. Trusting and obedient to a fault from years of having to be told what to do. He is undeniably a team player, just don't ask him to lead.
History:
Born and raised in a Texas cattle ranch, all in all he's lucky to be alive. When he was a baby he got a nasty sting that left him with a fever on the hottest day of summer with the well pump broke and living too far for a hospital to be of any help. If it wasn't for his Medicine man grandfather and his feverfew, the boys story would end there. He survived but the fever baked his brain a little leaving him a kick simpler than most.
All in all he lived a good life, growing up good and strong like a farm boy will with Scottish on one side and Cherokee on the other. He went to school on the reservation from preschool to junior-high until high-school where he ended up going to Sam Houston High School. A kid as big as him got snatched up for Football faster than a rattlesnake snapping a rat and he was good for it. Too good for it.
He was most improved in the freshman year, Most valuable for sophmore, and he was the first ever of his school to get college offers before some seniors. With lots of people knocking on his door, he had to make a decision based on what was good for his family as well as him, He managed to land a deal with University of texas with an unusual signing bonus: A big ass truck and free gasoline until he graduates.
It wasn't until the Final game of his senior year that his powers manifested, He was tight end and doing fine when the person he was blocking slipped and fell into the ground, suddenly he was taking off down the field faster than he ever had before. he was wide open to catch the ball but the Qb didnt see him, yet the ball turned in mid air to come right to his hands like a magnet. Sadly so did half a dozen other players. The best anyone could come up with was a sudden tonado class wind must have blown the ball and half a ton of students into him. He Had made the touchdown and won the game, sadly the tackle of so many people shattered his femur. He was never going to play college or pro ball ever.
Thankfully this wasn't the end. Apparently there was a single private school in weschester who was still quite interested in signing him up for their college football team, they even let him keep the truck! Too bad he had to move all the way to the east coast for it.
Magnus flinched at the snap of the fingers and everything went black, he dropped into a crouch to where just his onyx eyes peeked over the counter. Seeing no other forthcoming reprisal, he nodded in point to her. He had a feeling that if she had sufficient training, she could fill someones lungs with the black stuff. "Hey, not bad! Spontaneous summon you didn't have to throw." He poked at the ball with the knife for a moment before she spoke, turning his attention back to her just in time to watch her hop up on the table and her bits bounced like her hair.
"I was going to hit the Danger Room, I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. Maybe some Assassin's Creed for stealth training or maybe the Star Wars program for recreation. In the Assassin's Creed one I'm a pirate on the high seas. In the Star Wars one we're currently planning on how to infiltrate Jabba's Palace to help free Han Solo like Lando did when he pretended to be a guard."
He tapped the tip of his finger to the mat and dragged it closer to him as he began to work the avocado with knifed hand and tail. He made a soft scoff at the first explained program, hands down feeling an urge to mock the one oh so different but similar to him.
"My dads all into the swashbuckling thing, I never got into the need for feeling seasick and overdramatic attacks that Errol Flynn uses. But if you want a hand with jabba, I promise not to wear the brass bikini again."
He tried to disarm her with the odd mental image just as another came into the kitchen, it was the residential flower child. She was always a sliver off in the way she seemed to do everything, but that was okay by him since it hedged her to the side when it came to social interaction, her power needed her head to be in two places at once, too bad she wasn't actually half plant, that would be pretty hot. Not that he choice in clothing didn't help show off just what the earth mother gave her.
"Hey guys, did it go okay? Would you guys like some tea? If you don't want black, I'll just heat up the water."
"Hey 'Apple'. Good enough, Storm and plasma are sleeping it off but we got who we went for." Half truths are the greatest lies and allowed him to talk without saying anything. "I'm making up some sushi, so I think tea would be great. You want in one some? What kind do you want Sarah?" His avocado was slivered and folded inside out in display for him to dab into it as he started to pull out some wonderful red tuna to start slicing it up. For a moment he wondered if Appolina/apple was a strict carnivore since she could talk to plants. it would make sense since most animal talkers and shifters didn't like to eat what they knew too well and were vegetarians to vegans.
"I was going to hit the Danger Room, I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. Maybe some Assassin's Creed for stealth training or maybe the Star Wars program for recreation. In the Assassin's Creed one I'm a pirate on the high seas. In the Star Wars one we're currently planning on how to infiltrate Jabba's Palace to help free Han Solo like Lando did when he pretended to be a guard."
He tapped the tip of his finger to the mat and dragged it closer to him as he began to work the avocado with knifed hand and tail. He made a soft scoff at the first explained program, hands down feeling an urge to mock the one oh so different but similar to him.
"My dads all into the swashbuckling thing, I never got into the need for feeling seasick and overdramatic attacks that Errol Flynn uses. But if you want a hand with jabba, I promise not to wear the brass bikini again."
He tried to disarm her with the odd mental image just as another came into the kitchen, it was the residential flower child. She was always a sliver off in the way she seemed to do everything, but that was okay by him since it hedged her to the side when it came to social interaction, her power needed her head to be in two places at once, too bad she wasn't actually half plant, that would be pretty hot. Not that he choice in clothing didn't help show off just what the earth mother gave her.
"Hey guys, did it go okay? Would you guys like some tea? If you don't want black, I'll just heat up the water."
"Hey 'Apple'. Good enough, Storm and plasma are sleeping it off but we got who we went for." Half truths are the greatest lies and allowed him to talk without saying anything. "I'm making up some sushi, so I think tea would be great. You want in one some? What kind do you want Sarah?" His avocado was slivered and folded inside out in display for him to dab into it as he started to pull out some wonderful red tuna to start slicing it up. For a moment he wondered if Appolina/apple was a strict carnivore since she could talk to plants. it would make sense since most animal talkers and shifters didn't like to eat what they knew too well and were vegetarians to vegans.
So... I'm thinking between a gravity manipulator, a precognitive, and someone with superstrength who cant turn it off and has to wear a vibranium suit.
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