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What do you want out of the PW?

I know just rushing to get RPs in place half-assed is the policy of some here, but the GM team decision to take time to carefully put in place appropriate rules/safeguards/lore will allow for a better experience for all of us involved. Seems more sane and mature than telling everyone to "make space wizards or cowboys and have fun without ruining the experience for everyone around you."

In fact, I think something it's important to keep in mind that what has happened so far has been equivocal to an "announcement" for the PW. We weren't promised that everything would be established within a week, a month, or any other segment of time. Books, movies, games, and other forms of media don't get launched the time they are announced (for when they are, they tend to be catastrophically abysmal). After they are announced, these forms of media still go through a rigorous process of development and editing. This will probably be good to keep in mind as the PW is being worked on, seeing as this back and forth of complaining and defending is becoming quite tiresome when the damn thing isn't even out yet.

X-Men: The New Era

Nikolai "Demo" Markov & Nathan Caldwell

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Location: Avalon

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Interactions: Each other, Drake Edwards @Marrok, Cleo @Damo021

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Mention: The Monster @Almalthia

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Nik and Nathan looked each other in the eye as they heard the voice calling out the name of their shared friend. Nathan turned back to look at the beast, while Nik pulled out a small bag of marbles. He had a fear that things would turn out this way, and so he pulled two of the small metal spheres and began to charge them up. They both began to glow bright red, with small flickers of energy crackling around them like fire.

Nathan clutched at the knife made of blood in his hands, surprised at the speed and versatility of the monster in front of him. His breathing was ragged and almost primal in nature with every muscle in his body tensing up in the heat of the moment. His arm slashed the construct into the beast's side, trying to rip into its flesh quickly and precisely before quickly ducking backwards, backpedaling to avoid a potential slash from the being.

Nik took Nathan's opening as an opportunity to hurl the two marbles towards the beast with a single throw. As soon as the beads impacted against the Sluagh's skin, they burst into a large combined incendiary explosion. Immediately afterwards, Nik called out to his allies. "I think that confirms that this thing's Una's. Has anyone seen where she is?" We need to wake her up!"

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #13: Towerfall Part 4: The Red Dart}

Manhattan, New York City

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^{December 31st, 2018 | 7:09pm | Rand Tower}

The high-piercing wail of the klaxon triggered by the pulling of the fire alarm began to instill a calm confusion. The executives seemed reluctant to want to leave, but the various security officers cut through the party and began slowly herding people towards the primary stairwell. Caterers and executives were pressed against each other in the mild rush downstairs. Daniel Rand, unfortunately, was not in their midst. After pulling the fire alarm, he found himself in the restroom pulling the unconscious form of Cool Million away from the stall door and into the corner. Just as the work was finished, the door to the restroom slammed open and a voice called out, "Is anyone in here? We're in a fire alarm procedure!"

Daniel Rand emerged from the stall, giving a slight nod as he closed the door behind him and made his way towards the sink. It was hard not to notice the traces of blood around the tile floor. The guard placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, leaning forward to look over his employer's bruised neck. "Mr. Rand... are you alright? Is something going on? I can-"

"Once everyone's outside, report a bomb threat. Someone has been threatening to assassinate me, and I want to make sure no one else gets hurt."

The guard gave a curt nod. "You should come with me. I'll can call some guards, and we can escort you home."

Danny finished washing his hands and grabbed a cloth towel to dry his hands. He shook his head, giving a small smile. "No offense, but you'd only slow me down." He briskly exited the bathroom, the guard following close behind.

The sleek hallway, complete with a futuristic white aesthetic and a couple potted plants. Standing in the midst of it all was a single, smiling figure. At his feet were the corpses of three Rand guards. Danny's new "protector instinctively reached for the gun at his side and went to unholster it. The guard only managed to grip the handle of the pistol before a sliver of metal protruded from his neck.

Danny raises his hands defensively. The figure standing opposite him in the hallway gave a small smile behind her yellow tinted sunglasses, readjusting her red leather coat. "Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be, Daniel Rand. Judging by the mess in the elevator, I'm not going to make the same mistake as my competitors."

In the blink of an eye, she managed to flick another metal sliver down to her hand. She flicked the dart towards Danny, who lifted up his right fist in reaction. It began to glow just in time, and the dart crumbled on impact. The assailant gave a sigh and reacted by tossing more darts. Danny rushed forward, trying to block as many as he could. He was about fifteen feet away before the assailant gave a sigh and knelt down, grabbing one of the guards' guns and lifting it. She didn't aim towards Danny's body, but instead fired a bullet into Danny's knee. The Immortal Iron Fist crumbled and slid a few feet, and the Red Dart rose to her feet with the gun aimed towards her target. She gave a small smile. "God damn... this was almost too easy."

Bang

The Marauders (2018)

D E V R O N I A N A R X

Dev gave a solemn nod. With Anderson gone, the demolitions specialist was an island socially. He wasn't exactly popular in any of the departments. Doing the sorts of things he had earned that mistrust. But the Loadmaster was in a similar boat. He was serving his sentence and trying to change to do some good. The topic of Anderson's daughter soured Dev's expression further. He leaned forward from his position to stare at the ground, his lips beginning to curl in anger. The Council. They ordered the mission. They doomed him...

At the sound of the Captain rummaging for something, Dev's face lit up. He rarely got the opportunity to drink, let alone drink anything worth savoring. The demolitions expert needed something to pull him out of this slump. Cards and Bourbon... that would do just the trick. He was the first to stand up, making sure his infamous weapon was secured to his side. "It ain't about the practice, Cap'n. It's about Lady Luck, and nobody is in her favor like I am. She's the only reason I haven't blown any of my damn fingers off yet." He gave a wry smile as he wiggled his digits as he made the joke. Dev sidled up at the table next to the Captain, taking a seat to join in the action.

Teen Titans

R E D A R R O W

THE STREETS

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^{Now | Midtown, Manhattan, New York City}

The hybrid engine hummed rather quietly in the busy New York streets. The red blur of Roy Harper bobbed between cars caught in gridlock traffic, narrowly missing side mirrors at his breakneck speed. The motorcycle gave a shrieking beep as it managed to swerve through an open gap in traffic and into a side alley. He was always one for shortcuts. The ground trembled as a booming explosion nearly shocked Roy into a crash with a dumpster. Luckily, the scarlet archer was able to pull on the brakes and turn the bike perpendicular to its motion, drifting to a halt. He activated the kickstand and dismounted the bike, instinctively removing his right glove and placing his palm on the rear bumper. The bike seemed to hum to life as the seemingly sleek chasis of motorcycle began to break apart and form a sort of makeshift weapons rack.

Roy slung the quiver over his head to rest the strap on his shoulder, and grabbed an elongated red box. He pressed a large black button on its side, and the box too fragmented and extended out to form a compound bow. Such an advanced bow was the crowning achievement of Roy's time as the ward of Oliver Queen. It took him years to create this functioning prototype, and the thought of the time spent with Oliver crafting the design almost tugged Roy's lips into a slight grin. Almost.

Roy stocked up on a few select arrows and placed them into his quiver before walking to the front of the bike and tapping a button on the main console. The weapon rack folded itself back up within seconds, and the bike appeared to be just a sleek set of wheels again. The archer pulled out a strange-looking trick arrow from his quiver, knocked it back in his bow, and pulled down a wire from the arrow's head down to hook onto his belt. Roy fired towards the top of the building and waited a few moments. The wire grew taught for but a second before it began hoisting him up at a rapid pace. He grimaced as he felt a rather nasty wedgie forming under his jeans, a byproduct of not wearing the right clothing for the job. The same shit Oliver used to go on about.

Roy didn't have time to go over the musings of his former mentor, as he saw the ledge of the building's roof fast approaching. His left hand extended upward and managed to catch the ledge. Using the momentum of the arrow, Roy hoisted himself onto the tarred rooftop rather effortlessly. He fetched the arrow-turned-grappling-hook and turned his gaze towards the skyline. It took him but a moment to pinpoint the location of the explosion by the cloud of smoke bellowing nearby. He took a deep breath before breaking into a sprint to traverse the New York rooftops and approach the scene.

It took Roy only a minute or so before he was able to perch on a rooftop overlooking the scene. His red motorcycle helmet kept his face obscured. He looked over the scene, his eyes narrowing as he saw a few individuals. An orange girl flying around shooting green lasers from her hands, ugly gorilla's with alien weaponry firing at her, and a rather impressive-looking teenager in a white superman outfit. Just the kind of fun Roy was looking to get involved in. The Red Arrow lobbed an arrow and fired towards the fiery rubble of the building across the road. The arrow-head fragmented and let loose a torrent of white foam over the flames. It wasn't enough to put the fire out entirely, but it was enough to keep it at bay for now. With that settled, Roy's attention turned to the conflict below. He wasn't entirely sure who it was he should be more concerned about... and he knew the other legacies would be here any second. Best not ruin the surprise just yet.

What do you want out of the PW?

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A non-force sensative person who was trained by one of the most skilled swordsman of the time and had their body cyberneticly augmented to fight with the reflexes of a Jedi as well as learn and predict their movements to compensate for the lack of precondition provided by the force and essential in optimizing the use of a lightsaber.

If you want a great example of a non-Force sensitive using a lightsaber, look at Finn in Episode 7.

@Lord Wraith

[EDIT] He said it better than I could have.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Welp, I'm still kicking. As long as this thing keeps running, I've got at least this arc to finish up. I also have another arc or two relatively planned out, but we'll see what happens.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

T H E I R O N F I S T

^{Issue #12: Towerfall Part 3: Cool Million}

Staten Island, New York City

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^{December 31st, 2018 | 7:05pm | Outside of Rand Tower}

Once the elevator reached the 86th floor, Danny stepped out looking like he had just been mugged... which he sort of was. The two guards standing outside raised their eyebrows until they saw the unconscious body in the elevator. He nodded his head. "Jumped me in the elevator... I'm fine, just going to go freshen up." Before the guards could respond, Daniel pushed his way into the men's restroom. He made his way to the sinks, loosening his tie and examining his neck to notice the bruising on his neck. Even for someone like Danny, it would take a couple hours to clear up.

There was a distinct click and flush as a man emerged from one of the "rooms" that passed as stalls. It was a rather large man in an expensive Italian suit wearing shades indoors. That was always a sign of trouble. His five o'clock shadow and long, jet black hair weren't exactly welcoming either. Danny's eyes remained focused on the individual in the mirror as he spat out a few drops of blood in the sink.

In the blink of an eye, things changed. Drastically. The figure had a silent pistol in his hand and was raising it towards his target's head. Danny's head. In that blink of an eye, instincts took over. Daniel Rand quickly stepped towards the right and ducked out of the way of the first bullet as it pierced the mirror. The second bullet impacted the wall where Danny had moved to, but the Iron Fist was nimble enough and smart enough to move his head just enough to the left as he lunged for the assassin, fist extended and glowing. The third bullet impacted against the glowing fist, and there wasn't time for a fourth bullet. The gun was crumpled up in the assassin's hand, and a swift move of the Fist to his stomach knocked the opponent back through the doorway of the stall he exited. A loud crack filled the bathroom as the hitman bounced off the brick wall and fell to the ground, creating a spider fracture in the brick work like it was glass.

Danny walked slowly towards his opponent, circling around him before lifting him up by the back of the shirt and lifting him up to lean against the wall. The assassin was in serious pain, blood slowly drooling out of the corners of his mouth. The Iron Fist squatted down in front of him, fists clenched but no longer glowing, as his words dripped with anger through gritted teeth. "Who are you? Why is everyone trying to kill me?"

The hitman had trouble staying conscious, his head bobbing around sluggishly as he attempted to fight off the pain. "It'll cost ya."

Danny gave a small smile. "Are you seriously expecting me to pay you? In case you haven't noticed, I could..." He found he couldn't finish the sentence. He wasn't a killer, or a masochist.

"You aren't gonna kill me. And I've got information that could keep you alive to see the new year, Mister Rand."

Danny sighed, reaching to his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. He pulled out a couple twenties. The hitman shook his head in response, and Danny sighed as he pulled out a few hundred dollar bills and tossed it onto the man's lap. The hitman grinned. "They call me Cool Million. The bounty on your head was a million dollars. I typically don't pick up these short term contracts, as I'm better under pressure... but I thought you were just some rich punk who tipped off the wrong person. Maybe a corporate thing. Didn't expect ya to be some sort of whitewashed Jackie Chan."

"Someone is offering a million dollars to kill me? Who was it?"

Cool shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. We don't do names in my business. Contract on ya is open, which means anyone from the local street toughs to the heavy hitters are coming after ya. When I was doing some surveying, I noticed that there are a lot of interested parties. Even the League of Shadows."

Danny's head turned slightly, his attention hyper-focused at the mention of that organization. He had heard rumors in K'un-Lun... myths about a group of assassins with the power of immortality. Enemies to the light of K'un-Lun. A league that had killed the former Iron Fist. Now... a league that wanted to kill him. "I need to get everyone out of here... but first..." Daniel struck Cool in the cheek, knocking the assassin unconscious. The Iron Fist removed his suit coat and kicked off his socks and shoes, before reaching to his shoulders and ripping off the sleeves of his dress shirt. He wrapped his tie around the knuckles of his left hand and up his wrist. He took a deep breath before opening the door to get back out into the hallway.

He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

It unfortunately looks that way. Had my next post near completion, and a plan on how to finish the mini-arc I started.

X-Men: The New Era

Nikolai "Demo" Markov & Nathan Caldwell

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Location: Avalon

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Interactions: Each other, Drake Edwards @Marrok

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Mention: The Monster @Almalthia

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As soon as he saw the others get into the action, Nik immediately began to encircle the beast. He made his way around and dove behind the DJ booth, still holding onto the scraps of wood. He needed something to work with when things went down. The beast seemed to be paying attention to Drake, who was good at getting its attention but seemed unable to flame on so far. Demo took a deep breath as he looked at the booth he was hiding behind, and gave a small smile as he began fiddling around with the controls.

Nathan had finished ushering people out of the building, his teeth unknowingly grinding together as he began to make his way back into the club. He rushed down to the lower level watching as Drake laid into the monster with flame. For a moment, Nathan stood there silently and watched. He didn’t want to rush headlong into danger. That’s how Una always got in trouble. It’s the thing he hated about Nik. It always seemed to get people hurt. In this moment… however… Nathan knew he needed to do something.

He walked towards the bodies of the dead enforcers, his mind almost going blank as he began to focus in on his powers. He needed to let just a little of the control go, just for a moment. A few drops of blood rose from the open wounds of the guards… and then a few more… until a stream began to rise up to Nathan’s fingers and extended out into a single blade like shape in his right hand. He turned his gaze towards the beast, grasped his hands around the created weapon, and charged towards it while it was distracted, raising the blade up to stab into the beast’s flesh.

As Nathan’s feet pounded to the ground to get closer to the beast, an electronic beat began to pulse from one of the speakers. A familiar start to a song. Each sequence of rising beats came from a different speaker, a fun modification to the song the DJ put together. Nik watched Nathan moving in from behind the DJ booth and smiled. He couldn’t let Nathan have all the fun. Nik stepped to the side of the booth, trying his best to flank Nathan’s attack as he charged up one of his scraps of wood, launching it towards the beast to impact with an incendiary burst of wooden shrapnel. Nik called out as loud as he could over the music. "I don't know if we can kill this thing! Last time... we woke Una."