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MARVEL KNIGHTS OF NEW YORK

Boomerang



CHARACTER BIO:

Real Name: Frederick “Fred” Myers
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Powers, Abilities, and Gear:
While Myers has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of accurately using complicated boomerangs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
    Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.

    Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.

Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment.

Origin:
Migrating from Australia into the US at an early age, Fred's mother sent him away to baseball camp for his first summer in the country, in an attempt to get the boy to make friends and to take his mind off the move and her recent divorce. Sending Fred to the camp turned out to be a good decision, as he quickly grew to love the sport, joining his local team after discovering he had the arm to be a great pitcher. He soon began to dream of pitching for a major league team one day. Amazingly this dream seemed to come true, with Fred becoming a professional baseball player in the minor leagues after graduating high school, before entering the major leagues a few years later.

However, it was during this time that Fred seemed to fall into a bad crowd, and after a while built up a considerable dept with a local loan-shark. In an effort to pay back his debts, Fred began taking bribes to lose games so that his loan-shark could bet on him. This plan backfired tremendously, however, with Fred getting caught out and suspended from playing baseball any more. His life fell apart after that, with Fred simply staying home all day and refusing to leave the house.

That was when he was approached by the Secret Empire, an international criminal organization who felt that Fred had the potential to be of great use for them due to his world-class pitching skills. Due to his Australian heritage, they aptly named him Boomerang, equipping him with a costume, as well as a collection of razor-sharp boomerangs. After robbing a small bank in Brooklyn for the group, Fred wasn't happy with his cut, considering he had done the heavy lifting. Due to this, Fred gave an anonymous tip to the police on the group's location and had them arrested.

Keeping the suit, Boomerang soon branched out on his own, performing a variety of minor robberies. He was soon confronted by the amazing Spider-Man, and after a short scuffle found himself behind bars. Fortunately for Fred, he soon found himself back on the streets due to the Court not finding the note left on his webbed-up body as sufficient evidence of his crimes.

As such Boomerang was back in action. However, all he needed now was a decent job…


STORY INFO:

High Concept: I want to tell the story of a henchman within the criminal underworld, and i feel like Fred Myers is the perfect choice to play the low-life scoundrel that lives such a life. I really like the idea of a low-level supervillain having interviews and encounters with New York's top dogs, and just struggling to find a job within such an odd market.
Motivation and Conflict: Plain and simple, Fred Myers needs money, much like the rest of the costumed criminals that make up New York's underworld. Unfortunately, Fred certainly isn't the best at what he does and is quite gifted at getting himself into predicaments. He's low down in the food chain, yet he has his eyes on being one of New York's top dogs.
Notes:


PLAYER INFO:

Player Name: Natty
Preferred Contact Method: PM, but available on Discord if required.
Why This Character?: The Superior Foes of Spider-Man is one of my all-time favourite series and as such has given me a love for Boomerang. As such, i want to tell a story that pays homage to him!
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♦ T H E A S T O N I S H I N G W A S P ♦
“You've just been stung!”

O R I G I N



Born in Cresskill, New Jersey, Janet Van Dyne had a very privileged childhood due to her family’s wealth. She grew up a socialite, spending her youth being shown off by her parents at fancy galas and parties. Janet rather enjoyed the spotlight, soon turning into a charismatic and friendly young woman. Her life wasn’t all fun though, as during her childhood her mother tragically passed away, leaving her in the care of her father, Vernon Van Dyne. Being a scientist and spending most of his time working, Vernon struggled to connect with his daughter. As such, he eventually decided to enrol her in a prestigious boarding school, which would give her an opportunity to bond with people her own age, as well as receive a tremendous education. Janet was enraged at first because of this, however in time she calmed herself, making friends at her new school, as well as coming to understand her father’s reasoning for his actions; she was too much like her mother.

When the time came to deciding on colleges, Janet set her sights on Greyburn College in New York City. This was in an attempt to spend more time with her father, who was a key researcher and funder of the College’s Research and Development Labs. Glad to be reunited, the two began getting dinner with each other once every week, in an attempt to maintain and strengthen their previously rough relationship.

It was at one of these dinners that Janet was introduced to the handsome young Dr. Hank Pym, one of her father’s colleagues. Hank was a scientific genius, excelling in a wide range of subjects such as biochemistry, physics, engineering, robotics, as well as AI, with him receiving his Doctorate well before any of his peers. Hank and Janet hit it off quite quickly, with the two beginning a romantic relationship with each other. On top of this, Janet’s schoolwork was going well, with her deciding to major in fashion design, something she was extremely talented at.

However disaster struck when during an experiment with Hank’s creation; the Pym Particle, a being known as Pilai was brought into their dimension from the Microverse. During the conflict at the lab, Pilai murdered Vernon.

A devastated Janet turned to Hank for help in avenging her father’s death, who in turn revealed himself to be the superhero Ant-Man, who used his Pym-Particles and cybernetic ant-controlling helmet to fight crime. Before he could go hunting for Pilai, Janet begged him to let her help. Reluctantly, Hank agreed to temporarily infuse Janet with his Pym Particles, allowing her to shift in size, as well as implanting her with a set of Bio-Synthetic Wings that he had been recently working on. Quickly designing a costume that mirrored that of Ant-Man’s, Janet became the Wasp!

Tracing Pilai’s energy signature, the two costumed heroes managed to easily track down the creature’s location. However dispite their combined abilities, they were no match for Pilai. That was until they discovered that Pilai was actually made up of formic acid, after he began to secrete some after an attack. As such, Hank hit him with a formula of Ant-Formic acid which dissolved him instantly.

Returning back to his lab, Hank planned to drain the Pym Particles back out of Janet’s body, like they had agreed prior. However, Janet refused, with her having thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience, loving the rush that came with the heroics. As such, they agreed to become crime fighting partners, with Hank further improving her arsenal by editing her biology so that she could emit blasts of bio-energy from her hands, which she dubbed her wasp stingers.

At first they attempted to simply handle petty street crime, stopping muggings and robberies out of sight in their small size. That was until they encountered their first actual super powered opponent; a mutant by the name of David Cannon caught Hank and Janet’s attention after performing a series of jewel heists. The two intervened although neither them, or Hank’s army of ants, were a match for the villain’s speed, with him overpowering them easily before escaping. What more, was that the attack had also caused a large amount of property damage, severely tarnishing the two heroes’ media image. Fortunately their second encounter ended differently, with Janet regrowing to her regular size, before blasting him with a full-sized wasp sting. The blast, more powerful while she was at regular size, knocked him unconscious instantly. The conflict was fortunately captured on camera, thus reigniting their heroic image in the eyes of the public.

Shortly after finding themselves plastered all over the news, the two were approached by an organization by the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. Given their superhuman abilities, the organization had been keeping a close eye on the couple for some time. They offered the two places amongst their ranks, although in the end the two of them declined, although agreed to help them in the future if the situation required it.

Over the years they faced more and more threats, with the two building up a rogue gallery of sorts. One such rogue was Alexander Gentry, also known as the Porcupine. There was also Liso Trago, a man capable of controlling both animals and people using his music.

It was during this time that the two were married, with the husband and wife superhero team being as happy as ever. Or so Janet thought. What she wasn’t aware of at the time, was that as a result of Hank’s constant exposure to early forms of his Pym Particle, his mental state was starting to waver, with the particles impacting greatly on the Doctor’s bi-polar disorder. He regularly became enraged at every defeat, shouting at Janet behind closed doors back at their lab, and even occasionally in public out in the field. This behaviour grew worse however when their media attention began to waver, with news stations such as the Daily Bugle preferring to focus on other New York Superheroes, such as the infamous Spider-Man.

During one particular nervous breakdown, Hank decided that if he could build a robot to attack Manhattan, he could defeat it and be a hero in the eyes of the world. Janet was furious when she discovered her husband’s plans, and tried to intervene, only for Hank to strike her across the face. Before Janet could stop him, he unleashed his creation, only to find himself overpowered by the robot. Luckily Wasp managed to recover, with Janet saving the day by hitting the weak spot in its armour that Hank had purposefully created for him to hit.

Despite knowing that Hank’s actions were a result of his mental illnesses and wanting to help him overcome them, Janet felt like she couldn’t deal with the abuse any longer, and as such, decided to begin divorce proceedings. At the same time, she contacted S.H.I.E.L.D, and after a private word with its director, Nicholas Fury, convinced them to offer Hank a job as one of their lead scientists. In truth, the job other was a way of Janet giving Hank the care he needed, as well as making sure that someone was keeping an eye on him.

While Hank retired from super heroics due to his new job, Janet continued her life as the Wasp, now working alone. During this time, she faced David Cannon once more, who had now taken up the alias Whirlwind, as well as sporting a green armoured costume for defense against her stingers.

On top of this, she began to focus once more on her career as a fashion designer, with Janet realizing that her time studying fashion design was one of the best periods of her life. After finally finishing her degree, she formed a start-up company which she called Yellowjacket. Due to her expertise in both business and fashion design, as well as her popularity as the superheroine known as the Wasp, Yellowjacket soon became one of the most relevant fashion & design firms in New York City.

Once her life was finally starting to go more smoothly, another disaster struck, as a giant purple being landed in Kansas, threatening to destroy the planet. Working alongside with S.H.I.E.L.D, as well as many of the Earth’s mightiest heroes, Wasp helped lead the charge against the being which they dubbed Galactus. Following Galactus’s attacked, Wasp decided that it would be wise to form a team to contend with any similar threats in the future. As such, the Avengers were formed, with the Wasp acting as their leader, with S.H.I.E.L.D. monitoring the team behind closed doors.


P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S


Size Reduction: Due to long-term exposure to Pym Particles, Janet is able to manipulate her size, reducing herself to roughly 1/2 inch in height. Due to her smaller size, her strength level increases as a result of her body's mass being compacted.

Bio-Synthetic Wings: When she reduces herself in size, Janet grows a pair of yellow insectoid wings which gives her the ability of flight, at speeds of up to 40mph.

Bio-Eletric Energy Stings: As a result of alterations from her ex-husband, Janet is able to harness her body's bio-energy, releasing it in the form of blasts of energy, dubbed as her Wasp Stingers. These stingers pack quite a punch, growing more powerful when she's in her regular size.

Fashion Design: Janet is an extremely talented fashion designer, to the extent that she even runs her own fashion company. As a result, she wore a different costume for every mission during her early days as the Wasp.

C A S T




S A M P L E S T O R Y A R C S



Dark Kingdom: Wasp and the Avengers must hit the streets after New York's Chinatown gains a new Kingpin of Crime; Mister Negative.

Insect Queen: Wasp VS Red Wasp. Will take place after the Hydra Emergence.

R E F E R E N C E S


Thought i'd just post my Wasp CS here for anyone who wanted to see it! Let me know if you see anything that you think i should change!

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As was the general custom after a superhero stopped a crime, Quentin Quire found himself swarmed by a horde of reporters and flashing cameras as soon as he found his way down the bank’s front steps and out into the street. Here he was to give a witty or heroic remark regarding his actions. Maybe some moronic spiel about how he couldn’t have done it without LA’s Finest, despite how useless they always were, or even some modest remark about how he was just doing what anyone else would do.

All lies. The lot of it. The silly quips. The deranged catchphrases. All of it complete rubbish. Back in the day Quire would have relished a media opportunity such as this. He’d rant and preach about the failures of humanity and the power of homo-superior.

Now all he did was walk away, disappearing into the crowd.

As he made his way through the LA streets, Quire kept to himself, mentally blocking his presence from all he passed. To them, all they saw was an empty place on the sidewalk. To him, he saw everything. The mutant constantly found himself flicking through the minds of everyone around him, learning their names, lives and secrets. He was the human embodiment of the NSA. It was a filthy habit he had come to pick up, now that he thought about it. He was invading everyone’s lives. This was something the old Quentin would do.

Hell, at least he knew it was wrong. That was a start.

It would seem that this habit wasn’t entirely bad as he came to discover once he neared his apartment. Wonder Man stopped in his tracks as soon he read him, his thoughts as clear and dazed as the day that he had met him. The teenager felt his signature scowl washing back across his face, yet made no effort to hide it, as he surged on forwards.

All regrettable thoughts that he had previously had in regards to his telepathic habits temporarily left him, with Quire forcibly veering people out of his path, as well as even commanding the doorman of his apartment building to hold it open for him as he charged inside. Paying no attention to the occupants of the luxurious lobby, he crossed the room, stepping straight into the elevator which he had gotten somebody to call moments earlier while outside.

He took the elevator in silence, his mind still trying to comprehend what he would say. He was thinking so much, that he even forgot to move for a couple of seconds when that all so familiar ding from the elevator door’s met his ears. Finally he reluctantly stepped forward, striding across the short corridor towards the penthouse suite. He stopped once more outside the door, readying himself. After running his hands through what little remained of his hair, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

I don’t give a damn what you’re doing here.” Quire barked as he strode into the room towards the blob of pink goo that made up the body of his old friend. “Just get the hell out before I lobotomise you!

“That’s no way to treat your old pal, Quentin!” Glob Herman exclaimed, the gelatine man rising from his seat. “Now come give your buddy a hug!”

Fuck my life.
Honestly with uni and other IRL, I kind of lost track of how things were going here! I'm cool with continuing, however given that quite a few players haven't been active in some time I'm a tad worried we're simply beating a dead horse with a stick! Regardless, if there's still a hefty number, i'll get going on a post tonight!

Los Angeles National Bank, Los Angeles

“You shut your mouths, the lot of you!” President Nixon shouted, waving his gun in the air wildly. “Else I can’t be held accountable for what Obama is gonna’ do for ya’!”

So far the robbery was going swimmingly. The three men had moved into the lobby quickly and efficiently only a few minutes prior, each sporting realistic latex masks characterising several former and current Presidents of the United States. It was a ballsy tactic, which had gained the group a lot of media coverage over the last few weeks as a result of several similar bank heists around the Los Angeles area. Today was the sixth recorded robbery at hands of President Nixon, Clinton, and Obama, and by now, the three of them were a well-oiled machine. While Nixon and Obama took care of the lobby and the hostages, Clinton made his way to the vault where he worked his magic.

One might think that Clinton had the hard job. Nevertheless, it was Nixon and his dislike for keeping hostages that was the most volatile part of the job. Much like now, where the masked man had decided to rile up an elderly woman, who in turn had decided to not take any of the man’s ‘shit’.

“I don’t care who you think you are, young man. But I will not be spoken to in that tone!” She boomed, rising up slightly from her mobility scooter.

The response shook Nixon slightly. He froze for several seconds, before regaining his cool and reaffirming his grip on his weapon.

He snarled, getting down into her face as he did so. “Obama over here will be putting a cap’ in yo’ ass in a minute. Ain’t that right brother?”

Instead of a similar sounding threat emerging from Obama’s mouth-hole, the man lightly groaned for a few seconds, his body going somewhat limp. Nixon seemed to have picked up on this, as he turned to look at his partner in a questioning manner.

“Lou? Wh... what are you…”

Bang.

Nixon instantly collapsed onto the floor in pain, clutching his leg screeching as he did so. The screeching was soon mirrored by the various hostages around the room, with the crouched crowd recoiling in a mixture of fear and confusion at the current precedings. Obama however continued standing, his gun still cocked and aimed at where his partner’s leg had previously been moment before, the end smoking.

Nixon swore loudly into the air as he gripped his leg tight in an effort to stop the bleeding. “What the fucking hell did ya’ do that for ya’ crazy bastard!?”

As if waking up from a deep sleep, Obama sprang into life, panting and sweating. His eyes widened underneath his mask at the sight of his outstretched arm and the smoking, with them widening even more when he spotted his partner down below him.

“I..I don’t…” He sputtered, his European accent littered with an innocent confusion.

Before Nixon could inform Obama of what he had bloody well done, but his words soon died out as another voice echoed throughout the lobby. It was high, cold, and clear. Yet mocking. There was absolutely not telling as to where it was coming from.

So, there’s something I’ve been meaning to try recently.

The two thieved stopped in their tracks at once, the two spinning around in terror for the source of the sound.

You know those terrible cartoons from the nineties that everyone praises beyond belief despite their awful animation and plotlines? Well a lot a’ them have these telepaths or guys who can channel psychic energy into the form of a weapons like swords or daggers. Well I’ve been thinking…

At once he appeared, standing directly in front of the two men, posing nonchalantly. His clothes were extremely casual in nature, with the teenager simply sporting a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, along with a slim fitting running top, sporting a large red empowering ‘W’. To top it off, he wore a slightly tatty sleeveless denim jacket, the back of which was decorated with the before mentioned ‘W’. His hair completed the punk look, with it erupting out of the top of his head in a violent pink Mohawk. What was more violent than the hair however, was the menacing smile that was stretched across his face. He was Quentin Quire. He was Wonder Man.

As he appeared, his arms moved about in front of him. Before long, something bright seemed to appear within them, slowly growing and evolving. That is until in his hands was the light blue translucent body of a shotgun.

Heh. Psychic shotgun.

He fired. Unlike Obama’s shot, this time, not a sound could be heard. However that didn’t mean that it didn’t do anything. At once Obama and Nixon found themselves going flying, hitting the wall behind them in unison. They were unconscious before they even hit the wall, their minds having just been metaphorically shot.

Also, why the Presidential masks? I mean I know Nixon said that When the President does it, it means that it’s not illegal, but I’m pretty sure that quote had some context to it.” Quentin jeered, as he moved forward, sheepishly walking over the bodies, inspecting them mentally.

As if arriving solely to answer his question, the door’s to their left burst open, as Bill Clinton barged into the room, his own gun raised. At the sight of his unconscious partners however, he froze. Ever so slowly, he moved his eyes between their bodies and the teenager above them, visibly growing angrier with every second that he did so.

“What the fuck have you done?” He demanded. “Who the fuck are you?”

Me?” Quentin asked with a smile, as he psychically cocked his weapons. “I’m Wonder Man.


♦ Quintavius "Quentin" Quirinius Quire ♦
“It's all fake and illusion. That's what cool is. That's what charisma is. That's what everything is.”


A L I G N M E NT


Walking the line.
Chaotic Neutral.

A F F I L I A T I O N


Former student at Xavier's Academy of Gifted Youngsters, as well as former partner of Simon Williams.
Currently flying solo.

O R I G I N



Quentin's outing as a mutant turned out to be a very dramatic affair. It began with a series of violent migraines, with him at one point breaking down in class due to all the voices speaking in his head. Soon the thoughts became overwhelming. Quire couldn’t concentrate at all. During lunch one day at school, they all became too much for him to handle. He called for them to stop. They did. However so did everyone within the school district. Horrified to see that nobody was moving, Quentin curled up in the cafeteria in tears.

That was when he met Wonder Man. The superhero had been sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate the situation at hand. Upon discovering Quentin, Wonder Man began to comfort the young teenager, revealing that his name was in fact Simon Williams. The hero helped calm Quentin down, enabling him to reverse the mental paralysation of everyone. After taking the boy to a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, through a series of tests it was discovered that Quentin was actually a mutant and that the voices were in fact the thoughts of everyone around him, due to him having the ability of telepathy. After being questioned by S.H.I.E.L.D about the incident, the organization offered to contact Professor Charles Xavier for a place at his Institute. He was practically kicked out the house by his parents due to him being a mutant so therefore had no other choice but to enroll.

While his time at Xavier’s school wasn’t terrible, Quentin struggled to make any decent friends, falling in with the likes of Glob Herman. Due to this friendship, he began to get picked on by the other students, leading him to have more of an angry and snarky nature. This escalated on his 15th birthday where he received a phone call from his “Parents” who informed him that he was adopted. This through Quentin over the edge, with him developing a drug problem as well as making him more violent. Due to this, he constantly questioned Xavier’s views on mutant and human relations, with him even going so far as to venture into town with his two friends to violently beat a gang of human who had insulted/bullied him previously whenever he had ventured off campus. Xavier knew instantly when they returned, prompting an argument between the two, with Quentin knocking Xavier unconscious and declaring a riot at the school.

The riot was quickly subdued but not before the death of a fellow student. Due to his actions, Quentin was taken into SHIELD custody where he spent months locked away in the Raft. That was until Quentin manged to make his escape during a mass breakout.

Deciding to celebrate his new freedom, Quentin decided to infiltrate an international arms conference in Switzerland, where he telepathically forced a number of world leaders to reveal their deepest, darkest secrets on camera. Before any more damage could be caused however, he found himself facing the very hero who had helped him all those years ago; Wonder Man. Despite not having seen Simon Williams in such a long time, Quentin took kindly to seeing a friendly face. While he initially fought back against the hero, Quentin eventually conceded, falling to the floor in tears.

Feeling that placing Quentin back behind bars would only make his sociopathic tendencies worse, Wonder Man decided to strike a deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. As such, Quentin was released into Wonder Man's custody, with Simon hoping that in taking the boy under his wings, he'd have a chance to try and rehabilitate him.

Due to their extremely opposing views on modern heroics, the two argued constantly during their first few weeks together, although in time, Quentin started to grow and broaden his mind somewhat to other points of view. They were even starting to become friends.

Tragedy struck however when the towering figure of Galactus appeared over the planet. Simon was one of many of Earth's heroes to take up the fight, leaving Quentin behind in Los Angeles. Wonder Man was a great contribution to the Earth's defense against the Devourer of Worlds, yet regardless Galactus soon took the upper hand. That was before Wonder Man hit Galactus with everything he had, releasing a colossal blast of ionic energy. As a result, Simon dissipated into ionic energy, dead.

Quentin was left alone in the world once more.

This time however, he decided against wallowing in his pity and becoming violent like before. Instead, he decided to honor his friend, and what he stood for, by donning the infamous "W" and becoming the all-new Wonder Man.


P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S


Telepathy: Quentin his capable of using deep and subtle influence, as well as displaying various psionic abilities with the minds of others including reading and communicating with thoughts over vast distances. He most relies on channelling his mental energy as a astral energy shotgun construct which manifests the focused totality of his telepathic powers, which deals direct mental damage leading to intense pain as well as sometimes unconsciousness.

Psychic Intelligence: He is able to organize and construct his thoughts at accelerated rates, process data at high speeds, construct and formulate his thoughts with vast quantity and quality, project ideas and impressions into the minds of others and naturally shield himself from psychic assaults.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T


Simon Williams / Wonder Man: A man formed of Ionic Energy, Simon Williams became the superhero Wonder Man. He and Quentin have a complicated relationship; while he was the hero who had saved Quire when he had first discovered his abilities, he was also the hero who opposed him when he telepathically attacked a weapon's conference. As a result of this, Wonder Man agreed to act as a rolemodel for the boy, despite their incredibly opposing thoughts on super heroics. Simon was tragically one of the heroes lost in the battle again Galactus.

Robert Herman / Glob Herman: Quentin's only true friend, the two met during their time at Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning. Dimwitted and sheepish, Glob often found himself following Quentin around, with him eventually even getting roped into joining the Omega Gang. Since Quentin's departure from the institute, Glob is the only person to have remained in regular contact.

S A M P L E S T O R Y A R C S



Free Bird: Out on his own against the world, Quentin finds that he must live up to his newfound namesake if he wishes to defend the streets of LA.

Don't Fear The Reaper: Quentin’s new identity causes some issues with Simon’s family.

Smells Like Teen Spirit: Wonder Man finds himself encounter a number of other fellow teenage superheroes. Will he join up with these Young Avengers, or be the start of the new Young Masters?

S A M P L E P O S T


They say you just disappeared. Faded away into nothingness. Bit anticlimactic if you ask me.

The world around Quentin Quire lay silent as he spoke, save for the low rustle of the wind and the light crash of waves onto the cliff face below. The teenager was alone, lounging in an elegantly-made wooden rocking chair placed at the top of a cliff, overlooking the sea. The sight would probably have been strange for the regular onlooker. Especially given the young mutant’s appearance; with his bright pink Mohawk clashing drastically with the beautiful scenery. His clothes clashed too. He was wearing a plain black suit, a look that seemed too orthodox and usual compared to what he usually wore.

There was a reason for that though. Today was the day of Simon William’s funeral.

The ceremony was currently taking place in Washington DC. It was to be a widely public event, given William’s efforts saving the world in the past as Wonder Man. Apparently there was even to be a parade. A speech from the President too. As well as one from the Avengers. A real heroes send off, one might say. Truthfully Quentin couldn’t give a rat’s ass.

Simon’s gone. Wonder Man’s gone. Like he said, the guy disappeared into thin air. Dissipated away as ionic energy. The bloody coffin down in Washington is empty, so what’s the point in even burying it?

Guess that’s a good thing though.” Quire continued, looking up towards the sky as he spoke. “'Cus if they buried you, I'd be tempted to go there every morning and spit on it before my daily coffee. Would ruin my whole schedule. Can't have that...

He grew silent after that last remark, before letting out a small dry chuckle. Moving gently, he rose from his seat. As he stood, he moved his eyes away from the skyline, instead placing them onto the rocking chair before him. Fumbling through his pockets, his hand emerged a few seconds later wielding a tattered looking pocket knife. Flicking it open, he gritted his teeth as he moved it down onto the surface of the chair, getting to work. He stayed like that for a good minute, etching the blade into the wood, until finally he pulled it back, folding the blade away as he did so.

So this'll do, I think. Bit too peaceful for my liking. But remembered you saying you liked it here. You always were into all this nature crap."

Etched into the back of the chair was a single “W”.

So yeah… Know it’s not much…

His voice broke slightly as he turned back towards the break in the forest from where he had come from. Wiping his eyes underneath his glasses, he breathed heavily for several seconds. Giving the rocking chair one last pat, he made his departure. Just before reaching the treeline however, he stopped. Turning, he made one last look back towards the cliff face and the lone chair that sat atop it.

The young mutant let out a smile, his eyes starting to water once more.

Hope I still get to put you in it one day. And I hope you’ll be proud of me for continuing your work.

With that, he turned, disappearing into the trees.
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