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X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Alright, so we still need to hear from:

NightRunner

Natty

Nighthawk

Stein

jdh97

Violet

and Zacharius.

Also I do believe we still have 2 or so CS's still pending...

Also Also! For those of you already immersed into the RP, for your convenience on the Character Sheet Thread I will be keeping up with which characters are located throughout the RP so there are no confusing mix-ups when you try to interact with someone that isn't there lol.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Yukiko couldn't have been more relieved, and not to mention quite shocked. A familiar face in New York of all places! Struggling with her English as she tried to explain to Logan that her father had been murdered which warranted a rather strange reaction from Logan. Instead of looking shocked, or sad, he simply nodded and closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if thinking over something deeply. He ushered her to the bar where they sat down and Logan ordered her a cup of hot chocolate since the pub didn't carry any bubble tea and ordered himself a beer.

The relationship between Yukiko and Logan started many years ago when Logan first arrived in Japan after World War 1 where he was immediately noticed for his talents by the Yakuza. At first to Logan it was just a job, but when he started to understand the culture better he realized just how many families had fallen 'prisoner' to the group and his heart went out to them. He made it his ultimate goal to help those families break their ties with the Yakuza, ultimately weakening the organization right under their noses. Yukiko's father and Logan worked together on this project in secret, meaning that Logan spent a lot of time at Yukiko's home. He didn't keep it all business though, he got to know the family and grew to love them as his own, Yukiko becoming like a little sister to him. Things were getting a little hot in Japan though and Logan had to leave, enlisting for the second world war and Yukiko never saw him again...until today.

"I was helping your father, we only had a few more families that we were able to help before he was going to send you, your mother and your brothers here to America. I had to leave though, and when I hadn't heard anything from your father after the war, I assumed he had been comprised so I came here to America to help people in a different way." Logan went on to explain to Yukiko, dropping the American language for the moment and speaking fluently in Japanese so Yukiko could understand him better.

"Father was compromised, that's why he was killed." Yukiko said bowing her head down, her dark brown hair curtaining her face but it was only for a small moment as she looked back up to Logan. "That is why I had to come here, I wanted out of the Yakuza but I didn't know where to go or who to turn to."

Logan extended his hand and rested it on Yukiko's tiny shoulder. "You did well by coming here, so long as you're here I will protect you."

There was a pause as the two just looked at one another, reveling in the fact that this was real, that they were together once again, and the two shared a soft smile.

Strange though, Logan was sent to this specific location by Charles to find a mutant and bring them back, was it coincidence or fate?

"Was there anyone else on the train with you Yukiko? Anyone that struck you as...odd or, out of place?" Logan asked quirking a bushy eyebrow. He didn't want to say too much as the topic of mutants was still strictly hush-hush, but when Yukiko shook her head no, Logan frowned. Perhaps Charles was mistaken...

Yeah right.

"C'mon kid, there's someone I want you to meet." Logan said paying the tab and grabbing Yukiko's bag for her, slinging it over his shoulder with ease. The two exited the pub and walked a few blocks before coming upon Logan's motorcycle where they both got on and Logan took them on the hour-long ride to Xavier's gathering place for the mutants. If Yukiko was somehow miraculously the mutant Charles had sent him to pick up, then he did right by bringing her there, but even if she wasn't he wasn't about to leave her at the train station to figure out a temporary living situation. No, they would talk to Charles and see what they would be able to do to help her.

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The door of the warehouse flew open as the hulking figure of the Wolverine came inside. His eyes peered over the small group of kids already in the room and smirked a bit, pulling a cigar out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket and lit it up, taking a few puffs before stuffing the lighter back into his pocket.

"You're all a rather early bunch." He gruffed. He must have looked quite the site to the kids. His black hair wasn't at all in the usual style that the men had their hair cut as his seemed to sweep up into two different points on each side of his head. His white wife-beater tank top wasn't pressed neatly or washed properly as there was the usual stains of a hard-working man worn into it. The brown leather jacket he wore was thin, but also tight as his chest and arm muscles looked as if he could rip any one of them in half. The blue jeans he was wearing had rips and tears along the knee and shin area which wasn't at all 'proper' by anyone's standards. The only thing that even looked remotely acceptable about his attire were his brown leather boots, which looked to be in immaculate condition compared to the rest of his attire. But what probably stood out the most to the kids in front of him was the fact that slung over his shoulder was a small, lavender colored woman's draw bag which set off his entire persona as just...odd.

Though as if to explain not moments later, little Yukiko poked her head from around him and spotted the others in the room, looking up to Logan as if to ask 'who are they?' Logan didn't look back down at her though, instead he set down Yukiko's bag and walked to the center of the room, puffing his cigar a few times casually before clenching it in his teeth for him to speak.

"Charles Xavier, a name you should all know. If not..." Suddenly, thick metal blades slid from in between Logan's knuckles, extending out nearly a foot. The sound of the metal extruding from his skeletal structure rang louder than a dozen swords being drawn from their sheath and seemed to echo throughout the dusty, empty room. "...then get the hell out."

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

This is what happens when I blank on what to do for a post...Roanna goes all broody. >.<

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

"What about Jordan? He's had a crush on you since middle school." Stephanie said, continuing on their conversation after snatching her white mask back from Roanna.

"Since when? I've never once heard him say that. Face it Steph, the kid is gay even if he doesn't know it yet." Roanna said with a bit of a twitched smile on the corner of her lips earning a light chuckle from the blonde.

"Hey, who said you can't take a gay guy to a dance? At least he won't try to take advantage of you."

This made Roanna shake her head a bit, though she didn't have time to respond to her friend as Sam passed them by. Roanna only heard mush coming out of her mouth as all she could think about was how Cal had a crush on this girl for who knew how long. Maybe Cal just went for the more outgoing type and that's why he never even gave Roanna a second look. Maybe it was the longer hair...or maybe it was because she was more artistic than kinesthetic. Whatever it was, Roanna didn't like it, not that she was ever vocal about it; some things you just keep to yourself. It just wasn't fair. Girls like Stephanie and Sam, although extreme opposites of one another, they always got what they wanted. They were always happy and cheerful where as Roanna always had to scrape whatever happiness she could muster every morning just to get through the day.

"-----when I tried, but still I don't think that it was as good as yours."

Roanna shook her head a bit, catching the very end of Stephanie's remark back to Sam and then waved back enthusiastically to her.

"You know it!" Stephanie answered back, jabbing Roanna subtly in the ribs making Roanna realize that she should probably wave back too. Then, just as soon as she realized that Bryce had come over to talk to Stephanie, she quietly excused herself so that the two could talk alone. Poor kid was nervous enough talking to Stephanie, he didn't need yet another woman staring him down. She at least hoped Stephanie would be nice to him, he wasn't at all Stephanie's type and sometimes she could just be flat-out-rude when she wanted to, but upon looking back to the two of them from the bleachers, she saw Stephanie nod her head yes and walked with Bryce to the concession stand. Figures, Stephanie never said no to anyone if there was something involved like food. God what a mooch.

"Oh my, dinner and dancing! When I can I expect the ring Caleb?"

Roanna felt her stomach sink down into her shoes, she couldn't have just heard that...quickly turning in a fashion that she had hoped didn't cause anyone to notice her odd behavior, she then spotted Sam yet again, but this time she was with Cal, and that sinking feeling in her stomach started to turn sour. So they were going to the dance together tonight then...and dinner. Roanna felt her cheeks flush a bit as her temperature started to rise...even more-so than what was normal for her which was pretty high for a human. She should have expected as such, those two had been friends for years, it was only natural for them to want to be with one another on the most important high-school night until prom. She wanted to be happy for them, at least for their friendship as she was praying to God that's all it was between them for tonight, but jealousy was starting to eat away at her heart, forcing rather quickly a hot liquid to be pressed at the corner of her eyes.

"The hell?" Roanna quickly turned back away from the bleachers and started walking in the opposite direction, rather quickly to avoid being stopped by any of her friends that wanted a quick conversation. She kept walking, it seemed for forever, the noise of the came slowly getting quieter and quieter until all she could hear was the dull roar of the game as she had assumed the second half had just started.

She had walked quite the distance, however, as she now found herself at one of the three of the school's baseball diamonds. Not a single light was to be lit in her immediate area, the only lighting she had was from the moon and stars above and the very far-off distant lights from the school and football field. Perfect, now she was alone. Stuffing her hands into her puffy white jacket pockets, she slowly made her way to one of the dugouts and sat down on the cold wooden bench. Looking out through the gate onto the field she was directly across from the pitchers mound, though recognizable it just didn't feel like a baseball diamond, more of a ghost-like portrayal of what she was feeling inside; empty.

Finally, she gave up trying to hold back her emotions as she had so often done throughout her life and let the three tears that she had been holding back fall down her cheek without even bothering to wipe them away. Things were supposed to get easier this year, but it seemed as if that were the complete opposite of what was going on. It wasn't just Caleb and Samantha that bothered her, it was plenty of other things, mostly her home-life. Roanna's father had been killed nearly a year ago and the changes that had to be made would have rattled anyone her age. She wasn't at all close to her father, he was always the business man, gone what seemed like all the time and the times that he was home, he was always locked in his home office. It was a very strange and rare occurrence when he would join the family in watching t.v. or eating dinner at the table, and when he did he rarely said anything. So it wasn't his death that had her upset, it was the fact that she and her mother were forced to move from a cozy three-bedroom two-bath home near the shopping district where they weren't rich, but they never had to worry about finances all to much, to a 342 square foot studio apartment in the Industrial district where her mother was forced to work three jobs just to make sure they had something to eat and rent was taken care of. Her father, in his will, hadn't left them a cent and instead all of his investments were to go directly to his work.

One whole year in a studio apartment with her mom, and Roanna could deal with that if she didn't have to see the pain and fatigue that her mother was going through just to keep the two of them alive. A morning job delivering newspapers to three different areas in the Industrial district, a day job as a receptionist for a book keeper downtown, and a night job where her mother never talked about with Roanna but she was smart enough to gather that it had something to do with selling her body to sleazy men. Just the thought of the latter broke Roanna's heart, but there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

That was when she decided that she couldn't just sit around at 'home' anymore, she had to do something that she felt was productive and helpful. But being as she was too young at the time to get a job, she took to the streets of the Industrial district, honing her combat skills and helping those that fell victim to the predators of the night. Stephanie had always said that she could become a super-hero, though joking most of the time, but Roanna thought 'why the hell can't I?' and that was when Necia was born, her alias having a Latin meaning of 'fiery', 'intense' and 'passionate'. Everything Roanna was in every sense of the word.

Suddenly, the phone in Roanna's pocket started to vibrate frantically, forcing Roanna to pull it out and answer Stephanie's phone call.

"Where the hell did you go? I've been looking everywhere for you!" Came Stephanie's somewhat worried voice.

"Baseball diamond number 2, I just...wanted to be alone for a while."

There was a pause on the other end, as if Stephanie was already putting together the pieces of what was bothering her best friend.

"Do you want to go? We can go and get a bite to eat before the dance, or I can take you home..."

Roanna nodded, though realizing Stephanie couldn't see her said that would be fine and that she would meet Stephanie at her car.

Finally, when the two friends had met up once more, Stephanie threw her arms around her friend in a hug.

"Hey...you okay?" She asked tenderly, slightly rubbing Roanna's back in comfort.

Roanna answered her friend with a slight nod and a half-fake smile.

"What did Bryce want?"

"To buy me a soda. He's kind of a cute kid...the way he searches for all the wrong words." Stephanie giggled. "But Gage, you know the football player that wasn't able to play tonight's game because of his grades? Well he came up to us and wanted to buy me some nachos, so when I turned back to Bryce he was already gone." She shrugged, as if completely oblivious to the fact that the six-foot-3 second string quarterback probably scared him away. "

C'mon, I'm buying you North Shore." Stephanie said with a wide grin which got Roanna to smile fully.The two climbed into Stephanie's green and tan Jeep Wrangler which had the top connected for the cold months coming ahead. Needless to say, the car-ride was very quiet on the way to their favorite eating joint.

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I, for one, do not mind XD

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Rose walked the two blocks that she had grown familiar with ever since she went to live with her father, the two had quite the system when it came to pickups and drop-offs as they each had a secret kept from the world. As she turned the second block, she went into an old abandoned warehouse where she stripped herself of her metallic silver costume and stuffed it inside of her small bag she would take with her to and from the Titans Tower for the weekends and adorned one of her more usual outfits of a band logo T, an almost too large black leather jacket and some faded blue jeans. Once dressed in a more 'socially acceptable' fashion, she left the warehouse and walked one more block and stopped at a local bus stop and sat on the bench, awaiting her father and inhaled the last of her last cigarette, tossing the butt to the floor and stomping it out with her boot. Unfortunately, it wasn’t soon enough as her father had just pulled up.

Slade had divested himself of his armor having swung by their apartment first at the same time Rose got into her street clothes. Their timing was pretty well down as this had become quite the common routine. As Slade slid into a drift, simultaneously opening the door, she was already there, waiting; her blond hair tied in a ponytail trying to hide the evidence of the cigarette smell that might have been caught in her hair. As Rose slide in the car, closing the door, Slade clicked his tongue thrice.

"What'd I say about smoking, Rose?"

"I don't remember." Rose mumbled under her breath, slumping down in the luxurious leather seat of her father's car with a bit of a pout on her face. Not wanting to talk about her 'habits' any more, she sat forward a bit and turned the radio to one of her favorite stations to help detour the conversation.

"Your home early this weekend. Did everything go okay?"

"Target was successfully acquired but rendition will take a bit of work. He won't come out of his shell till next month. In that time, I expect his men to retaliate. Therefore, I'm upping your training this weekend and week."

He paused to let the words sink in as he peeked at her from the corner of his left eye. Having only one eye, it made Rose nervous when her father drove, so in order to put her at ease, he continued on.

"But enough about work, sweetheart, how was your day at the Titans Tower?"

A mixture of both excitement and dread came over Rose when her father explained that he would be upping her training, and not just for the weekend, but the whole week coming as well. Finally, she was going to be able to do some real fighting, which excited her; also the coming days of training were bound to be full of ways to make her father proud of her, which is all she ever wanted. Then again, the bruises and sprained joints that came with it...not so much; not to mention she found some of her father's work to be...questionable...sometimes the complete opposite of what Jason Todd had taught her when she had first joined the Titans nearly a year ago. Rose just shrugged, turning up the heat on her seat to at least give her muscles some sort of relaxation before the grueling eight days of training would begin.

"Some punk-ass kid broke into the tower today, not a peep from our security system so the whole thing must have been down or he was able to surpass it somehow, though I've seen Cyborg's work...that man is a technological God, I can't see how anyone could breach that..." She turned to look at her father, a slight grin on her face. "Not even you daddy." She teased. "Oh, and Robin came back finally, but I left before I got a chance to talk to him about anything."

Slade took the crack at his infiltration skills in stride, not wanting to burst her bubble. Robin, though....

"Robin, Hm? Don't you like that kid?" He asked, serious. Rose knew he'd kneecap any kid trying to mess with her.

"A little." Rose admitted, but that was an understatement. She had liked Jason Todd since the very moment they met. When she turned the heat on, Slade realized she was trying to relax before he put her through the training.

"Calm down, Rose, you still have History, Math and English Lit to go through, and so help me, If you skimp out on homework again....."

Rose let out a loud groan, slumping into her seat even more. There were perks to being home schooled by your own father, though when your father was Slade Wilson...those advantages didn't very much exist for a sixteen-year-old.

He paused again, pulling the car into the garage. With six different security checkpoints at each level of the six floors of the garage, the building is one of the most secure in the area, needing a key card to even access the elevator. As Slade grabbed his briefcase hiding his armor and locking the door, Rose fell in step as they strode to the elevator. He hand her the key card as he craned his neck, rewarded by the sound of two loud cracks, and for a moment he took off the eye patch, revealing the empty eye socket beneath. Upon being handed the card key, Rose slid the card key into the slot, gaining them access to the elevator. She made it a point to not stare at her father whenever he didn't wear the eye-patch. It didn't disgust her or make her feel uncomfortable or anything, as this was the only way she ever knew her father, she was just raised in the fact that it was rude to stare, even if it was in awe and pride that her father was such a brave man of war. She knew the story, he had told her many times. She had wished that she could have met Wintergreen, he seemed like a very good person for her father, if Slade wouldn't have found a daughter in Rose...he might have just gone insane with his own thoughts...and the feeling was reciprocated.

As the elevator dinged into the main lobby, the obnoxious doorman (in Slade’s opinion), Carlos, once again tried to hit on Rose, calling her a "Beautiful work of art" and once again, he flipped him off, choosing not to break his skull. He could, easily, but then the cops would come around. More trouble than it was worth. When Slade was well in front of her, Rose shot Carlos a slight wink, only to just tease him a bit as she had grown so fond of doing with boys lately and with a very soft giggle, ran to catch up with her father. Slade stepped into the second elevator, pressing the ten digit key code to allow the pair access to their apartment. He readjusted the eye patch and spoke to Rose again as they were alone once more.

"A little? Rose Lilian Wilson, You know you're not ready for any sort of dating, at least, not until your birthday." He added, his chest imperceptibly swelling with parental pride.

'As if dating was what was on my mind.' Rose thought, she didn't dare even mutter it under her breath, as her father had a very...inhuman sense of hearing. Once inside their apartment at long last, she set her bag down and made a direct line to their leather couch, plopping down on her back in a comfortable position. She remembered the first time she came to her father's apartment, it was nice...too nice for what she was used to and was too intimidated to touch anything. Now, just a few months later, she felt right at home.

Titans!

Alright, so I've decided to cut up the wall of text into 2 or 3 sections and let people post in between. We need a new post so it might as well be me and DSW lol

Titans!

Very quiet today...

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Gowi said
Uh... the first two Towers were in New York City?

Did not know that. As a kid I always knew it to be in San Fran. Look at that, you learn something new every day.

Who are we waiting on to post?