Locale: Anonymous (CVnU thread)

@nordok: XD

@velaaru_of_illea: @lady_liberty:

"I accept your terms. These talks will take place in neutral territory and Kelly shall accompany you - For legal reasons let us simply call Kelly your personal advisor" Unsure about two things, Stark spoke. "What do you feel would constitute as neutral territory...Space?" It would not bet too difficult to hold talks outside of Earth, Stark had travelled to the stars before in his suit, building a temporary station would be easy with his resources. "And how long will it be until you recover? Do you require any medical assistance?" He was glad this had been resolved without aggression nor a proper dispute, he hoped Kelly would also comply.

@velaaru_of_illea: You can reply again, but I'll reply again after Liberty is back and stuff. Make sure we don't jump ahead.

@anthony_stark: @lady_liberty:

The alien teenager nodded slowly. "A neutral space station. Considering the technology level of your suit, I'd estimate a 56H.N% likelihood that you are able to create one within a small period of time. We will meet there in a few days, and discuss relations between our planets in a peaceful manner, should you prove cooperative." She suddenly lay her head back again, exhausted from keeping it up for so long. "I require no attention that terran physicians can currently provide. I need access to my own technology, which my..." she glanced up to Kelly. "Personal advisor can assist me in acquiring."

[ Gotta poof for the night it looks like :-( ]

@lady_liberty: Laters Libs :)

@lady_liberty: [ <3 ]

@velaaru_of_illea: @pyrogram: @lady_liberty:

“What do you mean, the ship is ‘gone?’” The Necrommander’s voice epitomized the very idea of “deathly calm,” but crimson pinpricks of light had begun to shimmer in his eye sockets, indicating his displeasure.

“Heavy cruiser 71542 no longer appears on scanners,” the robotic crewman replied in oblivious, mechanical tones. “No systems report as functional, and communications have gone silent.”

This should not be so, the undead archmage thought. A heavy cruiser does not simply vanish, unless… quickly pulling up a readout, he scanned it until he located the information he sought. The Illian…

With the cold efficiency of the unliving, he issued orders. One of the remaining heavy cruisers was to return to the missing vessel’s last confirmed location, with two light cruisers in support. It was to search for wreckage and salvage anything possible. The remaining portion of his small fleet was to begin scanning along every possible trajectory, seeking any traces of this mysterious Void energy that the young Illian had demonstrated control over. She was to be located, and recaptured, at any cost.

@necrommander: @velaaru_of_illea: @anthony_stark:

Vel acquits herself well, even with her injuries and retaliative lack of experience. She'll make a good ambassador. I nod to Stark. "Mr. President." Saying my goodbyes as I turn and carry Vel toward my safe-house, unless I am interrupted in the process.

@lady_liberty: Stark will rejoin this little thing once you want him in. You and Vel go and find her technology or whatever :P

@necrommander: Oh....Stark should intercept you actually :O

@pyrogram: @lady_liberty: @necrommander:

As Kelly carried her away, the alien girl let out an exhausted huff, pressing her face into the crook of the blonde woman's shoulder and accidentally nudging her with her short, stubby horns. It was only a few moments before Vel seemed to be completely asleep, her job done for now and in desperate need of a great deal of rest. For that time, she got to be oblivious to the rest of the world. Oblivious to Stark's machinations, oblivious to the Necrommander's crusade to find her, and oblivious to her own pain. She drifted in and out from time to time on the way to the safehouse, but she only spoke once. A murmur, more than anything, but more than enough for Liberty's enhanced hearing to pick up. "I didn't tell them anything," was what she whispered, her eyes drifting shut once more.

@pyrogram: (Necro may not be the agent that gets sent to Earth; I may use someone...new). ;)

@ownagepants (OOC - I added some stuff to how we met, just to have make sense)

After a long days work at the local Comic Book shop, Grant made his usual walk back home towards his apartment. He could have made the trip in one leap, but he enjoyed the few “Hey Blubber” from the local fans. He wasn't a hero per-say, he was just the towns special friend. Along the way, he would pass Crafts, a well known electronics store, that always had several television sets on display in the window. By chance, one set was airing the local news, and the present story was about the ever growing feud between man and mutant.

The town he lived in had no problem with Grant being a mutant, in fact any mutant was welcomed there provided, they were not out to destroy the place. So without thinking any harm would come from it, he made a comment about “why is everybody trying to start a fight?” Little did he know that a stranger stood next to him with a strongly different opinion. The next thing Grant knew, he was now at ground zero in his own Man vs Mutant war.

The stranger remarked that “I can end the lives of either with a snap of my finger and think nothing of it and one thing they definitely share is the same reaction to pain isn't that right" then raised his hand as if he was going to attack. This placed Grant in an awkward position. His mutation left him naive, but not helpless. With a deep inhale of the air around him, his lungs expanded under his massive frame. Then just as easy as he inhaled he blew it back out creating a powerful gust of wind, that rivaled a tornado, aimed directly at his opponent. He now stood with the hopes that his attack either incapacitated his enemy or at least took the fight out of him.

@blubber Aaron was impressed with the torrent the chubby mutant had released no doubt he would be a tough opponent for just about anybody but then again Aaron was not just anybody a blue rune appeared on his forward as he jumped into the tornado making him no longer visible.

But rather then getting lost to the gale he made it his own electricity released from all over him and invaded the tornado making it a tornado of lightning now that it was almost completely merged with electricity he could control it so he sent the new electric tornado at the mutant who released it he may be able to control wind but lets see how he did against lightning.

@dreylan_vile

Unknown Location in the United States- Abandoned Warehouse

In the darkness of the abyss of the once busy industrial warehouse, Alastor waited, clad in a dark coat, and a metallic mask to conceal his identity and ensure his anonymity, he anticipated the beast he would soon meet. He'd been precise in his instructions, detailing the place and time of meeting, and his messenger had confirmed delivery. Now all that was left was to wait.

@alastor_:

When the strange messenger came to Dreylan he was very tempted to kill and eat his corpse on the spot without even thinking, but then it came to his attention that only someone who truly meant bushiness would send a simple man to seek out the hunter of the night and so he would allow the messenger to do his job letting him leave unscathed before Dreylan himself departed to meet the one so interested in him. The monstrous figure of Dreylan moved liked a silent bullet under the darkness melding with the shadows to remain undetected from the odd civilian that was minding his or her own business and in due time he arrived before the abandoned warehouse. He stopped suddenly despite how fast he was moving and peered behind himself his red eye glowing ever so slightly as he checked to see that he wasn't followed, he could smell a demon's presence in the air it was close and coming from inside the warehouse. A short growl escaped his misshaped maw before he shifted into his base human disguise outside the warehouse still, his deep blue skin turned white, a head of short styled blonde hair a top his head, his tail and wings shrinking to the point where they were no longer visible, more changes came rapidly and within but a mere minute he was completely human with casual clothes too.

He sunk into the shadows like a deep black swimming pool and he made his way under the main door of the warehouse arising to the surface once he had passed. He could now see just who had been looking for him, to a human the man would have been nearly invisible in this level of darkness save for the smallest glint off of the metal mask but for Dreylan he could see the man as clear as day. Or in his case, clear as night. Dreylan took careful yet confident steps knowing full well that this could be a trap he was ready to teleport out at the smallest sudden movement. The air was dead with silence which Dreylan eventually broke once he got within a metre of the possible demon. "You beckoned for the beast of the night?" He said in a gruff voice with a large smirk and a menacing stare. He didn't show it, but he was eager to see what this 'man' had to say.

@ownagepants

Grant knew he needed to think of something quick before the lighting tornado destroyed his peaceful town, unfortunately, he was not much of a thinker. Usually he relied on his strength and durability to win a fight, but now he had to ask himself how does one hit lighting?

With no other options, he wiggled his way down to a three point stance and with his enormous strength in his legs, pushed off and charged head on into the storm. Then, just before his body was about to be engulfed in the tornado, he alter the shape of his frame to that of a huge tarp, larger in size than that of the storm. As the two collided Grant's body stretched further around the rest of the lighting until he was now a huge ball with the storm trapped inside. Then, just as quickly as he grew big, his ball form continued to shrink smaller and smaller, thus smothering the storm inside his girth.

Now returning to his preferred form of a young 600 pound male, the effects of fighting lighting showed on him, as his hair was now frizzy and smoke rose from small burnt marks covering his chest. As he patted out the remaining hot embers, the ton of fun hero yelled to any citizens in ear shot to take cover and call 911.

In the mean time he turned his attention back to his enemy and said “You're a bad man mister, and you need to be stopped! You could have hurt several people here,” Now agitated, Grant raised his thick arms to his side, then brought them in as if he was giving a big hug. But as he did, his arms started stretching further and further outwards, until they were now so far down the street that they were close enough to grab his foe tightly. His wish was to ensnare his adversary in a python like grasp, using his massive strength. Eventually, he would continue stretching his arms, until his enemy would be wrapped in a rubbery flesh cocoon made from Grants hands and arms. He still did not want to injure the other guy, but he knew he had to stop him.

@dreylan_vile: A civilian man had materialised in front of Alastor's masked figure, The Beast of the Night sends a messenger? Alastor's first thought was, but then Alastor's heightened senses gave him away. No, this is definitely him."You must be him" he smirked behind his mask, staying calmly in place, and not taking a step back. "You've been making waves around here..." Alastor began, "earning yourself quiet a reputation. The way I see it, we might have a common goal, which we can help each other reach..." his mask hid his expressions, but the demon smiled, pausing to make his delivery. "How do you feel about the superpowered population, including mutants?"

@alastor_: The surreal stranger stood in his neutral position, not completely statue like but somewhat similar. The man had clearly heard about Dreylan, he knew of course that rumours of a dark blue demon like monster hunting at night would spread quickly and he revelled in it. His own ego grew somewhat with the upfront knowledge that his legend was finding its way into the ears of powerful people. Dreylan's smirk stayed firmly in place his eye becoming less menacing and more placid as the masked man spoke to him about reaching a common goal, before then asking Dreylan about his alignment towards the superpowered population and mutants. His smirk vanished, replaced by a resentful grimace and his eyes appeared to darken as he glowered in the newly met man's direction as he remembered the first few encounters he had experienced with mutants and superhumans, a hunt dragging on almost throughout the entire night before he finally killed one more elusive superhuman, one mutant snatching his well earned human prey and saving them and another attempting to bring him down again cost him an entire nights worth of fighting before finally falling into deaths cold embrace. Dreylan of course out matched them all but the more people heard about him the more they became a thorn in his side. Needless to say he wasn't happy to be reminded of their existence.

"How do I feel about them?" He said with quiet rage laughing a little at the end of his sentence "They are a nuisance, they don't have enough flesh on their bones to justify the stupid amount of effort required to hunt them down, they are persistent pests thinking that it is their place to help the humans, they are set back, a delay for my greater plans. With them around I can't go out at night without being harassed or my hunts being spoiled by some naive mutant or deluded superhuman". He finally took a break from his rant growling ever so slightly allowing his words to sink into the masked man, "They are all something that should be exterminated" He stopped there thinking that he had given enough information and stayed silent so that he could listen to what the tall man had to say.

@blubber: Aaron had to admit the man's stretching capabilities were impressive in another scenario he would make a great weapon but for this plan he would simply need to be a pawn .

As the tight rubbery cocoon was formed around the area Aaron was in Aaron was no longer their he appeared behind the mutant and unleashed a directed current if it hit him it would put him in a static coma by disabling his brain functions for a time .

Aaron was going to need mutants like this man and if you counted the others he and his forces had captured today then he would have more then enough for his next step to go off without a hitch.

@dreylan_vile: Alastor parted his hands, satisfied by the beasts response "I agree, and yet they are still here. Why do you think that is?" Alastor asked, slowly pacing around the beast.

@alastor_: Upon hearing that his new acquaintance had a similar disliking towards mutants and superhumans a large part of Dreylan's fury had left and overall he calmed down, the question asked was surprisingly thought provoking for him and Dreylan didn't have an exact answer because he didn't think there was one for said question. His gut feeling told him to simply suggest multiple reasons as a process of elimination to finding the true answer, "Hmm perhaps not enough people in power see them as a threat and therefore allow them to continue their lives, maybe there's so many of them that no one has bothered to completely eradicate them." He briefly paused scratching his chin in thought "Or is it because there aren't enough people like us, people who have been pushed out to make room for superhumans and mutants alike, people who see them for what they really are. Pests." He stopped there thinking that he had found the right answer, confident that this man would see things his way.

@shanana:

Following the Malagan Deity's politically necessary peregrination to the United States to take responsibility for the destruction committed under the coercive influence of the Relic Stone, and her subsequent regression to her native Spain, The Champion tamely soars through the subtly frigid night skies of Malaga, intent on alleviating Ziccarra's mind from the compiling troubles caused by recent misadventures. Temperately descending from the higher altitude of the sky, the bottom of his feet softly touching the ground, his herculean frame landing three meters from the Cardinal Goddess' door, Alexis approaches, a light, cordial knock announcing his ingress.

@thee_champion:

Ziccarra lay across her bed discernibly fatigued from the events that surrounded her incarceration. She lay with two porcelain dolls engrossed in her hold, one representing Catalina; the other Isadora. She never got a chance to cuddle with either of her daughters, and both of them were more likely to kill her then cuddle.

Her ears perked upward, as she was just barely able to make out the faintest knock on the door. Rolling leisurely to the side of her bed, she caught herself before her body hit the floor. She had no drive, no will to do anything other than lay about.

She even set her help home just so she wouldn’t be bothered. As she opened the door; her eyes immediately befell her pulchritudinous lover. Her avocado tinted eyes scaled his burly frame before, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“I…missed you so much” She said, shifting to the balls of her feet to kiss him again.

@dreylan_vile: "Exactly, not enough people are willing to do something about the mutant threat, sure there's Charlesmagne, but is he enough? Mutant kind will not be hunted down individually, they need mass extermination, genocide. We need to strike big, and fast. People like us, who see mutant kind for what they are, it's our responsibility to bring about this new age..." Alastor stopped pacing the creature, once more in front of him. "Too much time is spent on hunting the individual mutant... it takes much more to bring about change. Are you with me?" He asked, as his mind ran with radical ideas of mutant extermination.

@ownagepants

Within an instant, Grant watch his enemy escape right through his fingers, literally. One second he was wrapping him in a cocoon made from his flesh, and next, he simply vanished from sight. Grant didn't know if he had killed the foe or not. With his limited cognitive skills, he couldn't over look the possibility that he had squeezed to hard, and that was how his enemy died.

However, just as soon as his adversary disappeared, he reappeared behind Grant, thus gaining a tactical advantage. With his special abilities, he unleashed a directed current, that if it hit Grant, it would put him in a static coma by disabling his brain functions for a time.

But at the moment the current hit Grant, he did not fall, faint or even go unconscious. Instead he cried out in pain as a small layer of skin sizzled at the point of contact with the electricity. The reason he did not fall unconscious, was that when one is a shape changer, the electrical impulses in the brain are in a current state of fluctuation. It is the same reason, why they can not be controlled telepathically.

Still the short term pain was real, despite his healing factor, and Grant reacted accordingly. Realizing the attack came from behind, he used his behind to fight back. With a thought, his butt immediately multiplied in size and like an air bag in a car, protruded outwards, with a massive hitting force. If connected, it would not only knock his opponent off his feet, but it would also humiliate him for losing to such an unorthodox attack.

@alastor_: A large grin appeared on Dreylan's face as the anonymous man spoke of extermination, how it was their responsibility to rid the Earth of these mutants and superhumans, and the idea of a new age with no superhumans or mutants to bother them or interfere. Then the next question came, one which Dreylan had anticipated long before the start of the sentence, he was used to working alone as thus far it had been smooth sailing on the other hand he knew in the back of his mind that soon he would be high on both the superhuman and mutant wanted list meaning that he would have no peace from either of them. He realised that if he truly wanted to eradicate the mutant race he would need resources, more people, allies, weapons and information, all things that would take too long to gain on his own. It would still take a lot of time a planning like any grand hunt, this he accepted, and having an ally of any kind would help him. Then there was that strange smell of demon on this man, either he delved into unholy magic a lot or he was indeed a demon, either way Dreylan didn't quite like it but he was not willing to jump to conclusions yet. "All hunts take time and planning and the bigger the prey the more time and planning needed. This I know all too well. I am with you, stranger" he said with a hint of doubt in his voice "Even if I don't quite know who or what you are" he added to make it clear that Dreylan was suspicious of the man's true nature. "Is there anything else you need to say?" Dreylan asked sensing that this first meeting was coming to an end, wanting to know more details quickly hoping to return to his den before dawn.

@dreylan_vile: "And I don't know much of who you are, but our common goals unite us" he gestured to the door "No more... just wait for my message" he ambiguously said, and allowed the beast to leave, the conversation was over, and he had one more ally to help in the extermination of the mutant blight.

@shanana:

In a moment of romantic spontaneity, Ziccarra greeted him, their lips meeting in an impassioned lip-lock, Alexis' right arm curling around her lithe waist, securing itself while his left hand genteelly caressed the back of her neck. It had been so long since he last held her. Returning her kiss with one of amorous fervor, the tantalizing touch of her luscious lips pulling him further into the intimacy of the moment. Softly breaking the kiss, his azure eyes meeting hers with tenderheartedness, a loving smile gracing his archangelic features, the New God affectionately took hold of her hands, "I have something to show you Ziccarra. Would you mind flying a little with me?", he inquired, inherently elated to unveil a grandiose romantic gesture.

@blubber: The whole inflating butt attack was rather innovative and Aaron would have liked more time to study the limits of his abilities but he did not have the time necessary to waste on this fight so now he would end it .

Once again as the Mutant attacked Aaron was no lo longer in his vicinity now he was on top of a nearby building and he used his blood magic on the Rubber mutant the attack would cause the blood in his body to rush to his head .

The effects would probably knock him out with a slight chance of death if he got the amount of blood wrong but either way something was going to happen.

@thee_champion:

“I will travel the Earth with you darling” She replied blushingly, running her thumb across the ridged veins in his hand. “Of course, I will advise that you do not drop me this time” She nonchalantly kicked her slippers off and grasp his hands.

“When they had me incarcerated, I thought of you often. I wondered when the next time I would get to gaze into those pacific blue eyes.” She could feel them leaving the earth; they vagrantly begin to scale the skyline of Malaga.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked, getting a quick unsteadiness feeling in her head.

@shanana:

Softly chuckling at her subtle joke, Alexis tenderly affirms, "I won't drop you Ziccarra, I promise". As they ascend higher into the sky, his hands amorously holding hers, the New God protectively envelops both their frames in an electromagnetic barrier, shielding the Cardinal from the bombarding effects of escalating Gs and providing a breathable ambiance as they elevate beyond the clouds, hundreds of thousands of feet higher into the vast reaches of space. With the Earth far below them, Alexis smiles, his right hand lightly turning Ziccarra's face by the chin, facing it towards the moon. And greeting the Malagan's eyes was a gargantuan, perfectly symmetrical heart carved on the moon's cratered surface, this was the New God's momentous romantic gesture.

Turning to meet her eyes with amative endearment, both hands once again holding hers with a lover's affection, their gaze conveying a mutual infatuation, Alexis began, completely enamored. "I missed you. So much", the surrounding darkness of space festooned by the twinkles of distant stars and the colossal heart engraved on the moon's surface cultivating an atmospheric intimacy. "So much that when you sent me that letter, I almost went against everything I believed in to try and break you free from imprisonment", he continued. "It's been long. We didn't get to spend Valentines together", he timidly remarked, a muffled chuckle escaping him, "But I hope that this, as cheesy as it is", tersely breaking eye contact, gesturing towards the moon's decorated surface, "Is a good enough compensation". Returning his gaze to hers, he confessed, ".. I love you Ziccarra".

@thee_champion:

@shanana: (hey gonna pm you in a few, or want to. Plan on being online for a bit?)

@darkchild: For about another hour and some change,

@shanana: ;)

@ownagepants

Assuming his butt blasting had defeated his enemy, Grant turned around to reap the rewards. He expected to see the foe lying several feet away, in an unconscious state. But once again, the villain not only survived, but manged to vanish from the battlefield. This was the third time the villain simply disappeared and it was starting to worry Grant.

All Grant could do now, was speculate where the next attack would come from and the fact of not knowing, felt worse than the actual beatings. His only option was to prepare for the worst, which meant turning his body into one unbreakable mound of flesh. With a quick mental command, his flesh and rubbery interior turned rock hard, much like a weight lifter flexing his muscles. In seconds, he became a mountain of force prepared for any incoming physical attack, from any direction.

But what he did not expect was an interior attack, one forming from his own blood. The villain, now safely out of harms way on top of a nearby building decided to use his blood magic on the Rubber mutant, which would cause the blood in his body to rush to his head.

Immediately, Grant toppled over, hitting the ground hard enough to crack the pavement and break ever window on the block. Had he not solidified himself, the blood pumping through his veins would have been in a state of flux, but the moment he locked everything in one place, Aaron had him.

With their hero lying motionless in the street, a crowd of Grant's friends entered the scene. They were holding any makeshift weapons they could find, hoping and praying that their local hero was still alive. Some where on the phone calling for an Ambulance, others poked Grant with a stick to see if he moved. But the main consensus among them all was that Blubber was no more.

@blubber: Aaron pulled a walkie talkie out and said into it "target has been subdued take him now "As he said that van came screeching from around the corner and out burst several armed men they warned the civilians away with their guns before putting Blubber into the back of it .

One of the guys said "we are the crusaders protecting all of humanity from these mutants "Aaron was glad that a lot of people had seen this the more witnesses the better back in the van one of the crusaders placed a collar on blubber which would stop him from using his powers.

One of the other guys talked into his walkie talkie "we got him sir we are on our way to drop him off with the rest "Aaron responded "good once he is their have his memory altered I want him to remember getting taken down by you guys he should not even remember meeting me.

"Roger sir we will head over to the warehouse and proceeded with the next public execution when you give the orders "Aaron smiled the next part of his plan was ready and @clara_mass was going to reap the benefits of his action .

@thee_champion:

Her mouth unhinged at the sight of the beautiful Earth underneath her feet; On Earth she had done a lot of amazing things, but this view, this moment; was breathtaking. Her verdant eyes replicate the azure glow of the Earth, she could do nothing but stand in awe; with her hands pressed against his shield.

Ziccarra’s body begin to erupt with an overpowering palpitation, she felt all of her emotions manifesting on the surface of her flesh. Goosebumps, and lots of them. “I-…I know you do” She said, stepping on his vermillion boots with her bare feet; positioning herself right under his mandible.

“Honey, I don’t need a holiday to know that you love me, nor do I need the sun, the moon or the stars” her voice quivered at a whisper. Running her hands up the back of his neck, she playfully washed her hand over his head before finishing her intimate testimony.

“You picked me up from my lowest spot; saw me struggling and helped carry my baggage. I never thought I would find myself back in love; but I am grateful to the gods that I am. Alexis I love you too” She nipped up to the balls of her feet, and interlocked her lips with his.

The kiss ignited a furnace deep within her bosom, the world around them; quickly got lost in a sea of lust and love. Ziccarra broke away, biting her bottom lip; her eyes glazed over with exotic infatuation. Their union had finally been blessed by the Cardinal Goddess of Love and Lust; Sabella Liafador.

“I want you Alexis...” she said, slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. “Right here…in heaven” Removing the sleeves from her blouse, she stood inside the erect shield yearning for her lovers embrace.

@shanana:

The wonderment with which Ziccarra gazed upon the mesmeric view of the Earth below, the aestheticism of the scene further endorsed by the quiet, tranquil ambiance of space. And as she completed her amatory attestation, her treasured words painting an instinctual lover's smile on Alexis' comely features, the New God tenderly embraced her, enamored and lovestruck. "You're a very strong woman Ziccarra", he began, arms warmheartedly securely wrapped around her waist, lips softly pressing against the side of her head in a brief kiss of embraced intimacy. "When I look at you, I know you can defend yourself. You don't need anyone to save you, you're your own person. Your fortitude is something to be admired".

"But even then, when I see you in danger, in battle. I'll always feel the need to protect you. Even when you don't need it. Even if at the moment you don't want me to. I still will. I thought to myself before bringing you here, if I can live the rest of my life without you", pausing, tenderly meeting her eyes, "I can't. That's how I know that you're who I want, that I love you". And as the Malagan Deity undid her adornments, waiting for her lover's embrace, Alexis followed, embracing her, joining her as they immersed in a night of passion fueled by an unrelenting fervor and intimate communion, affirming how deeply he coveted, adored, and loved her.

@alastor_: Dreylan nodded "Very well" He said bluntly turning towards the door from which he entered, taking a couple of steps before quickly adding "but remember, I have your scent". It was said in a less threatening way and more as a grim reminder to not get on his bad side. He carried on walking, as he neared the door he appeared to be stepping down into the shadows like there was a stair case until he was completely out of sight. Within seconds he arose on the other side of the warehouse door and quickly morphed back into his ugly true form leaving no trace behind him, he looked unto the horizon and could see dawn approaching within an hour and in the blink of an eye he was already sprinting back under cover of the shadows that still remained, managing to return to his den just before sun rise. He had a feeling that he would be meeting this man again very very soon.

Off the dock of a dark clouded mid-day in Berrmuda Bishop holds his hands to the sky, he can feel it coming. Single beads of water strung together to make ten tons of pressurized tidal wave rising and shredding the ocean floor on it's fall, growing every time it rolls back up and nearing the dock the hero sat on with his eyes closed.

He had grown in tune with his abilities over the past few months, his eyes were closed but he cold feel the warm of every fire and light, every blade of grass was rolling across his mind from the push of the wind which he cold feel every small current and shift in direction. The barrel chested cop was like a one man audience in the greatest show on Earth, caught p in the ironic city type atmosphere in the concrete jungles obvious opposition itself.

Now the wave was right off shore, one more roll and it was crash over the island. Kipping up, Bishop slides his feet apart and flips his hands palms out, knuckles together while slowly lowering his hands into the air, beneath the water a wide divet was made. Working his hand slowly Surkit could feel the sand on his fingers, wiggling his hands inside to get a better grip, then stomping a left foot to throw his arms away from each other, the wave dropping by a few stories into a wide trench that clipped at the curve of the shoreline where it was dissipated and tapered off.

For now it would hold but he needed to put up a safety net somehow. Pushing his fists into the dock and flaring his elbows the elemental makes the sand rise into a wall. as it hovers in a makeshift solid form that was dripping back to it's place Bishops eyes turn red, the dune starts to smoke as orange and red flares creep through. Then with a blink the dune flashes, his arms drop as the still smoking wall of thrity six inch glass holds against the concrete of the board walk. For now the threat was taken care of, tomorrow he'll change the glass into a liquid and give it to the local glass blowers to turn a profit with, and the beach will have a second trench in it's place. Easy.

That was the problem. The training was rigorous and near impossible, but now that he's finished and mastered himself, he had a thought in the back of his mind that kept creeping back to the surface, "Probably time to go home."

@darkchild:

Mutants. Humans.

The arms race concerning the growing explosion of conflict surrounding the world did not concern Dmitri Kosokov, nor did he concern himself with it. He was just a man, after all, looking to improve himself in many ways. That is why he stayed in India after winning the Heavyweight Championship of that specific country. Not since the Great Gama has anyone in the Far East seen such feats of strength, and there would be many more. Dmitri planned to lure the leader of the mutant rights movement here not out of spite, but out of curiosity.

Daemon - a beacon of hope. How best could he be proven? How could he call himself a leader of the new world without first accepting a challenge from one of its most promising rising powerhouses? Of course, this challenge would go unanswered. True leaders do not trap themselves in combat with a high potential of a fatal outcome. In act, Dmitri counted on that. He disguised his challenge as a message for help from a mutant in the city who wanted to go to Paradise, but none of the systems out of the country would accept him because of his bloodline.

And so, Dmitri waited in the specified hotel room, assuming the inevitable outcome of Daemon arriving to smuggle a falsified friend to safety.

@dreylan_vile: [Good stuff]

@thee_champion:

As her champion slept the rest of the night away, Ziccarra worked laboriously without the assistance of her maids to prepare a breakfast for him.The strong fragrance of hazelnut café de leche filled the villa, bollos and magdalenas lined the table; complimenting the traditional eggs and bacon.

Pacing around the kitchen in her translucent night gown, she made sure she explicitly followed every one of the directives. Wiping a wayward strand of hair from her face, she glance back toward her bedroom; she could hear the faint sounds of Alexis still in deep slumber.

“Adios mio, ¿Qué voy a hacer con usted” She whispered, slowly strutting down the hall with her hands folded across her chest.Plopping down on the bed beside him, she purposely landed next to him so that the impact would wake him from his slumber.

“Hice el desayuno, despierta” She said, poking him playfully in his side.

@warsman: (will have something up soon mi amigo)

@shanana:

The enamored lovers had descended from the reaches of space, returning to Ziccarra's lush abode for an intimate slumber. And though the New God slept, immersed in the entrapment of his dreams, he remained blissfully unaware of the Malagan's feverish efforts to greet him with an endearing gesture come morning. Sunlight shimmered through the windows, subtly kissing the exposed flesh of Alexis' herculean physique as he lay sleeping on Ziccarra's bed, indulged in the atmospheric temperance only to be awoken by his beloved's spontaneous, impish actions, dynamically landing next to him, poking him as her beauteous voice embellished itself with the cultural winsomeness of the Spanish language.

Smiling a smile of boyish charm as he sits himself up, Alexis flirtatiously pulls his lover towards him, arms softly securing her by the waist. Her back facing him, his lips lightly trailed a succession of titillating kisses along the back of her neck. "Gracias mi amor", the enticing warmness and subtle moisture of his breath tamely brushing against the nape of her neck, his mesmeric, masculine voice conveying a tone of disarming endearment. "Sorry if my pronunciation isn't correct hehe", he quietly chuckled, and though a fluent speaker of Spanish, he was prone to subconsciously retaining his American accent. Unwrapping both arms, standing to his feet as Ziccarra does so, he smiled, ever the gentleman, gallantly taking hold of her hand, their fingers affectionately intertwined, he waited for the Malagan beauty to escort him to their incipient meal of the day.

@thee_champion: I'm behind in two rpg's I'll post in War of the Gods; when I get of work.

@shanana: No worries :)