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Mature X-Men Role Playing's LiveJournal:
|Monday, September 4th, 2006|
Astral Plane Cont'd (( Jean n Emma ))
"I've already told you what I wanted, dear."
Emma flicked her own blonde locks away from her face, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
"You. Don't look around like that--your friends can't save you now." Let's play. now. Current Mood: bitchy
|Friday, September 1st, 2006|
Picking up from previous post...
Ororo watches Jean, Piotr, and Henry for several long moments, establishing several things.
First, that Piotr is still unconscious, just as he'd been when she put him on the medical bed.
Second, that Jean is not _quite_ unconscious. The telltale flicker under her eyelids, the twitches in her pulse, and perhaps the urging of less obvious senses indicate psionic activity. And the lack of any obvious results to that activity implies some form of psionic conflict... presumably with the White Queen.
Third, that Henry's behavior is not at all typical. And yes, perhaps he's under mental influence... but while the White Queen is powerful, she is not all-powerful. If Jean is fighting her, she would not be able to control Henry as well.
Tentative conclusion: that is _not_ Henry, but rather some kind of shapeshifter attempting to bluff them. Mystique? She hasn't worked with the Hellfire Club in the past, but there's no reason they wouldn't join forces for a project as fraught with risk as invading the X-Mansion.
Well... if it [i]is[/i] Mystique, that should be rather easy to prove. She can take on Henry's appearance, after all, but not his power.
Taking a deep breath and hoping her reasoning is sound, she slips off both boots and her laser-scarred vest quietly, and then, while Beast's attention is captured by her teammates she explodes into action, hurling clothing as she leaps over the barrier she is hiding behind.
The boots fly towards the laser-device and are turned to ash a second later, while the vest flies behind them to conceal her movement for a critical second as she spins across the medlab gracefully, concentrating past the pain in her buttocks, and delivers a perfect roundhouse kick into "Henry's" jaw, quite enough to force Mystique to drop her victims.
The impact nearly shatters her ankle, and has essentially no effect on her muscle-bound opponent, who she now realizes is not a shapeshifter after all, but the real deal. [i]Well... it seemed reasonab --[/i] is her last thought before Beast kicks her aside with casual ease. She slams into the far wall and slumps, dazed, to the floor.
|Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006|
(Picks up from here
, moving along chronologically...)
Storm strips off the singed, bloodcovered, torn garment that used to be a party dress and dumps it in the trash as they approach the equipment lockers, responding to Scott over her shoulder. She shakes her head in agreement. "Too many unrelated failures. And I didn't see Angel, but yes, what you describe sounds like telepathic attack... and something
powerful attacked Colossus, to judge from the scars and burns on his body. This is definitely enemy action."
"What I cannot decipher is their motives. They have separated and distracted us, yes, but to what end? My best guess is that the enemy is taking advantage of all this confusion to invade the Mans--" she stops short, about to open her locker. "And perhaps lay traps for us?" A long, thin piece of wire appears in her hands (an observer might wonder from where, since she's currently wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties), and she runs it with a practiced gesture along the seam of her locker door before opening it.
"Once this situation is resolved, we should arrange a full diagnostic of the Mansion's systems... the enemy may have tampered with the Blackbird, or Cerebro, while distracting our attention. Meanwhile, our twin objectives must be to regain control of the Mansion's computer systems and to gather the X-Men together."
She pulls her leathers out and slips lithely into them, taking a moment to grin at Scott's pants. "Ah! Finally we match. Perhaps black leather uniforms can be a new look for the X-Men?" Without waiting for a response she picks her way into Jean's locker, and then Piotr's, grabbing her uniform and a spare pair of his trunks.
|Sunday, July 30th, 2006|
Lair of the Beast:closed RP Warren/Jean-Paul
It was a mad,scrambling fight;back alleyway style with feet digging for purchase and all you knew was that if you let them get on top of you, you were done.They rolled over and over, scrabbling and suddenly there was nothing but hollow dark under them. He fell free of Warren's hands, and impacted on some surface like a slap.
He crawled to his hands and knees, head still spinning lungs grabbing for air. He senesed rather than saw Worthington coming for him in the dark and reared up on his knees to meet him, hands outstretched. He could only see dim glows around him, and the sense of some open space.
Iron fingers that had throttled him earlier, now pinioned his wrists.Rage fueled him and he struggled as his right arm was twisted painfully behind his back, Warren's broad chest tight against his and hot panting breaths on his face. He was swearing,as always, shouting Warrens name over and over.
Worthington was stronger, his madness fueling it further and Jean Paul felt his left wrist manacled in a grip and his arm stretched out.
He tried to dig his legs in and shove, but it was as though he pressed against a brick wall.
//Beast's secret outpost is shielded from detection telepathically as well//
|Tuesday, July 11th, 2006|
I should post this to xmrpg_things instead, I guess, but I can't post there yet.
Newest character: Storm.
Not a new player... same player as colossus_slash. (AKA David in real life.)
Not going to bother creating new IM accounts for Stormy, just use colossus_slash.
Bio here: http://storm-xmen.livejournal.com/3670.html
(sorry, it's long)
There are mentions of various other PCs in there, let me know if anything is inconsistent with what's in your head and I'll adjust.
|Monday, July 10th, 2006|
|Sunday, July 9th, 2006|
A dozen or so students wandered from the Professor's party,ferrying pizza and pop to the rec room with it's big screen plasma TV, computers and pool table. The lights flickered,but no one truly took notice of something going wrong until the TV began to hiccup and "The Incredibles" began to pixelate.
Murmurs of protest turned to cries of alarm as the defense panels slid shut over the doorway and windows,then the lights went out.Hot air began to blow from the vents, which soon started to glow a cherry red from the heat.
In the corridor, cries of panic could be heard and the lights began a slow pulsing.Except for the faint wails, the hallway was still, poised like a creature about to spring.The defense panels sealed the rooms up and down the hallway, pounding and calls for help could be heard from behind some of them.
Puffs of superheated air blasted in the corridor and the door defense panels began to slide open only to slam shut like horizontal guillotines.The strobing flickering lights added an eerie counterpoint to the gauntlet like hall.
Okay..so yeah it was the Prof's birthday, all the X men were at the party and yeah..the Danger Room was off limits to students if there wasn't a teacher present.
Soooo, naturally the students got into the Danger Room. They weren't like, running a really intense program...just you know..having fun without a grownup griping. There were six of them...ranging in ages from 13-16..just kids out for a little forbidden fun.
It was Shade, sliding from shadow into shadow who noticed that things weren't quite right.She called out to the groups hacker,who could talk telepathically, in binary, to computers.
"Yo! Byte! What did you tell these screwy machines to do anyway!?!?" she dove into the shadow of a whirling bladed monstrosity, and leaped from another on the far side of the room.
"Nothin! I just had them run a basic intro program!" he cowered behind Sparkle,who's light refraction shields bounced the laser beams back at the machines. She shrieked"I can't hold them ..they're too strong!!!"
Meltdown did his best, but his microwave capabilites were having less and less effect as the situation in the Danger Room escalated to a level beyond the young mutants powers.Behind him Boom-Boom let loose her subwoofer style sonic waves, but she, like the others was far too young and inexperienced to be able to sustain any effect.
Ricochet kept moving, kinetic energy surrounding him as he bounced from object to object. Only 13, he was beginning to cry and the killer machines were getting awfully close.He kept moving, rapidly becoming exhausted.
"Shade!" yelled Meltdown "Get out..Get help!!!!!"
She didn't want to leave her friends,but it was their only chance. Crying she vanished into shadow, and reappeared in the wood panelled corridor outside the D Room. Falling to the floor,exhausted by the overuse of her powers she screamed..
"HELP! PROFESSOR! MR.SUMMERS! HELP US!!"
Cold and Dark Places
Eyes watched the mansion. Cold, remote, and blue...antarctic blue eyes. Predator's eyes. A daughter of Lillith if ever there was one, Emma Frost was on the hunt and her acomplice had just initiated the chaos that would drive their quarry into the net.
Beauty and the Beast...each as dark souled as the other.
The X men would protect Xavier's childern, this she knew.They would leave themselves wide open,and she would reach into their minds with needle sharp claws and rake across the tender wounds in their unprotected pysche's, making them weep bleed and beg for release. She would wrap the X Men in their most evil moments, and drink their tears like fine wine.
Then, she would take one of them for her own.
Xavier could not be everywhere at once, nor could Jean Grey...Emma would strike like a catspaw, flashing in with claws unsheathed and ripping..starting a cascade of pain in those arrogant fools that could not be stopped, merely played out to the painful end.Strike and vanish. So much tulmult that Xavier and Grey would be running around putting out so many mental brush fires, that they would be too busy to find her.
She closed her eyes, and her thoughts caressed around the mind of her first victim.
|Wednesday, July 5th, 2006|
First off, just some info you may need. fallen_star2001
helps mod plot-wise, if he's leading the plot in a certain direction, please don't think he's stealing the game, coz he's not. He's only steering with purpose.
It's coming up, don't be alarmed. *grin*
Secondly, I created an "ooc" community for us, and you can post pretty much anything you want there, from OOC things to links you like to open rpg -- which will have absolutely no effect on the actual game. I've sent everyone that's an approved member an invitation. You dont have to join, but I think it'd be cool if you did. It's here, by the way.
That's all, actually. Sorry for all these ooc posts. I know they're piling up. I promise Im done for a while now.
Your friendly neighborhood mod,
Frost Current Mood: accomplished
|Monday, July 3rd, 2006|
Hi everyone... newest member here.
Piotr Nikolaievich Rasputin, aka Colossus.
It's f-locked but I friended everyone on the comm I know about so that should be OK.
Intro scene here
I'm new to the whole LJ-RPG scene, so bear with me. Will get AIM set up soon, meanwhile limited to mail.
Edit: IM is colossusslash@AIM
|Friday, June 30th, 2006|
Pyro, the Roof, Open to Anyone.
Having scared one or two younger students back down the stairs to the party, John had managed to claim the roof as his own. Scuffed boots rested against moss-slick tiles, shirt sleeves cuffed just below his elbows. He took a long drink from the flask of whiskey he'd liberated, lighting yet another cigarette with the flame dancing in the palm of his hand.
A hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth as he held his hand out in front of him, fire taking shape, a bird slowly growing and forming in the air in front of him. For once, his smile was free of smugness or malice; it was an expression few, if any people, saw.
|Monday, June 19th, 2006|
I feel bad for not having even thought of this but: Playing is now open in an f-locked post. I suppose I should have thought of the people who only joined with their playing-names as opposed to both. Sorry dudes.
Please have fun, though. :x Current Mood: ditzy
|Tuesday, June 13th, 2006|
Okay, I'm going to try starting up the game by this Wednesday, I believe. So... If I've approved your app and all that good stuff, dont forget to apply to actually join the comm.
Otherwise, uh, yeah.
I want this to be a really member driven plot. So if anyone has ideas for now/the future, I'd love to hear them.
Uhm, otherwise... That's all. <3
Friends. Current Mood: predatory
|Friday, June 2nd, 2006|
Okay, dudes. I really don't want this RPG to fall into the abyss, so I'm going to create one more character, advertise again, and then (with or without) we can start playing, if that's okay with everyone? Current Mood: bored
|Friday, May 26th, 2006|
OOC: THE PLOT
All RPing will be based on an ever moving plot line. As character relations progress, so does the plot.
To Begin with:
Since this is 90's based, there is no outside knowledge of the mansion. It's the safe haven that it always was.
The X-Men (and friends) are gathered for a party; since there's no other way to offer thaks to the man that started it all on his birthday. Professor Xavier asks for only your presence as a gift. Drinks and snacks will be given, but feel free to bring a dish if you'd like.
Enjoy, because everyone knows that superheros rarely have days off. (But don't get too cozy, because you never know how long it will last) Current Mood: creative
|Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006|
Hola. Just me for now, but I feel bad with such a blank comm.
I'm Frost, and I'll be playing Gambit.
or MSN: firstname.lastname@example.org Current Mood: hopeful