Ruby

Marvel Comics: Dawn of X

Everyone is getting killed.

@Crimson Flame

Thank God for mutant resurrection!

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Just a quick post on what I kinda have on my mind in terms of plot.

Coming so soon posts are already being written:

Trial of Magneto for the murder of the Scarlet Witch.

Assassination of Charles Xavier.

Longer term:

X of Swords Tournament.

Alien Invasion/ZOMBIE MUTANTS!

The destination:

Avengers vs X-Men vs Eternals, Judgment Day for planet Earth.

Feel free to send me a message if you have something to add/edit/or just need more information so you can get involved.

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<Snipped quote by Ruby>

That's true...

Damn, this is a tough one... might just have to take my chances.

@POOHEAD189

I can't tell if bravery or foolishness...but either way, I'm impressed.

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I might join this if I have time.

@POOHEAD189

You'd actually have to write with me, then, though.

Be warned...

Marvel: Judgment Day

This is really just getting started in earnest. Most everything available, not a bad jumping in spot for those interested in a good comic game that mixes sandbox and narrative.

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_{Emma Frost - NPC
Location: The White Palace, Hellfire Bay, Krakoa}

“I’m sorry, who?”

Beast repeated it, patiently, quietly, in her ear. The woman’s response was a long, long, long, deep drink of the slender champagne glass situated in her hand delicately. Delicate grips and strong drinks, Emma Frost there was a certain sense of poetry in that as she set the glass down with a Multiple Man waiter that passed.

The White Palace glittered in moonlight, shaded hues of reds and blues and yellows and more as fireworks dazzled all over the island. Beast had it upon himself to put on a tux before he arrived at Hellfire Bay. Captain Pryde wasn’t on the island, but the Black King and White Queen hosted their own private parties-within-a-party in their respective residences. Both events were black tie. Even the Multiples of Multiple Man staffing the event wore appropriate tie and jacket attire.

Emma had worn a gown of diamond. Then she had wore one of white fur that left the sides of her body all but exposed. Then three more outfits, and finally she had settled into skintight white slacks, and a shouldered corset that wrapped around her neck with delicate white lace, the same fabric of the short sleeves. From her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts her cleavage was exposed with the ‘window’ of the garment. She wore white leather rounded toe shoes with three-inch heels made out crystal like most men wore combat boots.

Settled on her fate, her mind snatched on the first obvious question that appeared. “Why do they think that Wanda is here?”

Hank frowned, “There were rumors. I’ll have to ask Magneto, unless you’d like to?”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dream of denying you the opportunity, Beast. I’ll make sure the two young men are cared to.” Even as she finished up with Beast, she was already telepathically reaching out to the one person on Krakoa she believed most useful given the circumstances and time sensitive nature.

The glowing disc appeared only a moment before Illyana Rasputin did. In her armor, Magik’s lips pressed into a small smirk as she looked around, noticing the dress code. “M’Lady.”

“You know, you don’t need to be a telepath to realize how much you’re enjoying this. A shame, you look fantastic in Armani, Magik.”

The disc starting to close as Magik made a face. “Time and place, Emma. Tonight is for drinking and celebrating and seeing how drunk we can get Doug before Dani feels bad and yells at us because she’s drunk, too.”

The Green Lagoon was packed as they approached, having appeared just twenty feet from one of its entrances. Various groups stood around and smoked, giving Emma the feel of many a bar and club in many another country. Yet she smiled, because this was not just another country. Eyes latched onto both of them as they entered, the groups outside mostly mutants they didn’t know, but to those groups they were easily recognized: The White Queen and Magik. One a member of the ruling Quiet Council, former X-Men leader, CEO of Hellfire Trading Company, and one of the wealthiest people on the planet. The other was a Queen of some-kinda-literal Hell, long time New Mutant, former X-Men, and one of a handful of Krakoan War Captains, those in charge of defense of the mutant nation, and those in charge during war time.

Not even Emma mingled much as they came in, making as much of a straight line as the massive crowd allowed on their way to the two boys. Emma caught the eyes of the blue giant, Apocalypse, as they moved before her eyes focused on the two they were after. “Tommy, Billy…a moment please?”

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@Ruby

Actually, yeah, lol. What is the drinking age?

@Silver Carrot

Good question, not sure that one's come up, but let's go with 18.

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Added the Discord link back to the OP.

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I hope you've recovered well. Sickness is never fun.

@Leophael

Thank you!

First post up for everyone else. Big party on Karakoa, celebrating the UN vote granting the island nationhood having passed earlier in the day.

Let me know if I can clear up any details. <33

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She was the last to be told. She was not the last to know. The message was cryptic and guarded from both Scott and Xavier, Scott with his texting code words and Xavier with his arm’s-length-telepathic signal. There had been a short discussion about heading off to Westchester for the meeting, but the truth of it was the old mansion had seen far better days. Instead, they all opted for a property along the Massachusetts shore.

There was irony to a mutant nation being discussed in such early stages at the white beach shores of Cape Cod. It was all such a distant memory. Jean Grey walked into a room filled with family, and a few others. There were clearly those who had found out already, and those who either hadn’t or hadn’t cared to listen to what had been whispered in their ear weeks ago.

Xavier went one by one, around the room, as the X-Men, past and present, and had it out about his change of direction and ambitious new plan for mutantkind. Unsurprisingly to her, each of them focused more on the change in direction of Xavier’s ideology. Living together, united, had become just co-exist peacefully as possible on the same planet. Now that was just gone, and some of the people who had spent their lives fighting and dying for that dream were more than just a little surprised to hear it was no more.

That they were all just moving on.

The last person Xavier came to. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was just star-crossed destinies. As a room filled with X-Men stared on, there was absolute silence as two preeminent telepaths stared coldly at each other, their discussion between them. When Gambit protested that everyone else had heard everyone else’s words, Xavier replied that privacy would be respected. Jean was the one who linked everyone into the room into the conversation.

Into Jean Grey warning Charles Xavier. “I will uphold my values. I will keep us honest…Charles, I will keep YOU honest.” He feigned some level of outrage at the suggestion, but Jean hadn’t a single moment’s patience for it. She said precious little about the dream he was giving up. There was a sense of knowing something, of some second sense that Jean couldn’t shake regarding the direction they were taking.
And it was all focused on Xavier.

Half a year ago, now. Yet it was a memory that didn’t shake the red-head in green and gold bodysuit as she smiled and greeted those nearby, those who approached, as she made her way through the dense crowd, exiting the northern most giant tree within the vast valley of the Carousel; centrally located on Krakoa, the Carousel was an area used for lavish Krakoan festivities and celebrations. The giant trees lining the valley were used for a variety of functions, from residential to industrious, their lobbies holding numerous Krakoan gates that linked around the world.

Concussions burst in the sky as the night dazzled crimson hues, burnt oranges, brilliant blues, pale purples, vivid pinks, glowing greens, and seemingly to Jean every color in the spectrum of color. Scott was waiting for her, but her most pressing matter was the new Council: Magneto had taken the unusual step of asking for her directly, privately, regarding a Quiet Council matter. Given the Quiet Council ruled the mutant nation of Krakoa, Jean felt the appoint was pressing and meant braving the thick crowds of mutants celebrating the birth of their nation, the vote of the UN on the issue of Krakoan sovereignty now in the past, a much needed win for all of mutantkind.

Once she was outside and on the ramp she felt safe to focus her telekinesis and lift her frame from the ground, taking flight in a bright haze of dark pink. She saw the points, she heard what was said: “That’s her, one of the originals. Yeah. The one that killed trillions.” If it bothered her, Jean didn’t show it, the look on her face pleasant, taking in the sights and sounds of an event that changed world history, and an event Jean wasn’t sure she would ever see.

At least in this reality. The House of M was a tall, slender, palace of intricate, delicate, beauty woven into every room and corner of the home of Magneto. He had helped craft the large building with Krakoa, itself, a collaboration of earth and metal that left the Master of Magnetism content enough to call The House of M his new house on his new home. Jean Grey approached the structure with a familiarity, landing on an upper balcony and letting the psychic force of telekinesis open the glass doors for her, stepping in and catching sight of the man immediately.

She nodded, as his eyes stared into her’s, a meager greeting. “Erik. You wanted to see me?”