Colin left the mansion in his full suit...driving his car to a local grocery store and walking around...getting a few odd looks as he entered the store, a small shopping list and basket in hand as he walked around. He began to walk around the store checking off various items on the list.

Oil and Polish for Annie's joints? check

A limited edition monster with 10 times the caffeine and enough forever chemicals to kill a victorian child?...he didn't know why Aizaru wanted that...but check

Sardines for jeff? he looked around for a minute, different brands, prices, expiration dates...before he finally grabbed a tin, check

he stayed in line to get some lobster...whichever one would be cheapest...for 30 minutes he waited before finally getting up and grabbing the cheapest lobster they had

Coconut water for Gosamyr? check

A bouquet of flowers for his mom's grave...check

he sighed...as he walked to the checkout...purchasing the items...just barely affording it he sighed before continuing to run errands

OOC: this is open to interaction, just a fun slice of life, lighthearted post I hope you all enjoy it and yeah byeeee :D

Yami's eyes opened as he jumped to a sitting position, observing his surroundings. He's in the medbay. He checked his chest, to see the wound has healed, without as a little as a scar. Good.

He tought back to the perpetrator, Sam. An ex hero back when Jin used to work. If memory serves, he retired because of an injury...and apparently started a life of crime.

Why did he let him live? "Dad and him were always in disagreement, so the respect think is a lie", he tought. Could he be right? Could he be scared of his father? Well, this was something for another time. Now, he had to leave the bedbay

Ooc: free for everyone

Colin was in the woods...alone, it was almost midnight...his mother's old notes in hand as he looked through them, she had left notes on how she used her powers...maybe if he could learn from her old notes directly...he'd have a shot at actually learning how to fight like her? he sighed flipping through the pages...he was horrible at dancing, notes on balance, diagrams of muscles and moves to be done...it was all...confusing to him, but he was still going to give it a shot

he turned on some music...and closed his eyes, trying to feel the oxygen around him. It felt like a tingling sensation along his skin, he could pull it towards him without moving a muscle, he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to get a feel of the music, lose himself in it...breathing in an out he began to move.

his movements were...sloppy, slow, and looked horrible...he attempted a kick, losing balance and falling down "damn it!" he said before getting back up and he tried again, and again, and again. For hours he kept trying...unable to figure it out, was he not flexible enough? was he putting too much force into his explosions or his movements? was it his balance? he couldn't tell...it was so much easier with her guidance...

he ran his hand through his hair, taking his jacket off and trying again, this time a mix of the fatigue, lack of balance and sloppy movements all overtaking him as he overextended his leg...and all the sudden a pain hit him like a truck, just along the hip...his leg had dislocated, he fell to the ground clutching it before dragging himself over to a rock and leaning against it, and with as much will as he could muster, popped it back into place, hissing at the pain he stood up again, putting some pressure on the leg, it wobbled a bit...but he could still stand...that was good

he sighed before picking up his mother's old notes again and looking through them...flipping through each page she had on them "how did you do it mom...." he said quietly to himself...a mixed feeling of curiosity...and self doubt, questioning if he could be anything like how she was...

OOC: this is open to interaction! I hope you enjoyed it, I had a lot of fun writing it and yeah...I just got back from a VERY short break from like tech in general, chose to spend some time in the woods just to clear my mind a bit, it was great and it helped out a ton with writing this ngl, ANYWAYS I hope you all are doing great you wonderful people because you deserve it and yeah...byeeeee

Hey Earthlings ✨ I’m so excited to welcome you to the newest most amazing podcast everrr

✨ Hot GosSip ✨

You know it’s been a really slow news cycle, nobody really did anything newsworthy lately. So I thought today I’d make up two fake stories and throw in a real one. Let’s see if you can tell Tea from fiction ✨

First up, Rogue entered a Dolly Parton look-a-like contest! Unfortunately for everyone around her she came in 3rd. She totes lost her mind and started beating up the other contestants and stole the other prizes. Before anyone could calm her down, she shouted “AH TAKE EVRYTHANG” and flew through the ceiling. Super crazy ✨ but that brings me to our sponsor Dr Hatros’s HATE pills, one capsule will send you into a blind rage. Use discount code: “BLACKSP3CTR3” for half off your first bottle ✨ Wait why would anyone want that?!

Next, Mystique is throwing an Oktoberfest party for the whole mansion ✨ There’s gonna be a whole spread of German foods including, bratwurst, schnitzel, and plenty of beer. I for one am looking forward to the Bavarian pretzels with plenty of mustard ✨ She promised a few attractions including singing, dancing, and a dunk tank! That’s right you can try your hand at dunking Mystique who will be dressed as a historically accurate serving wench, whatever that is. So look for the huge sign that’ll read “Soak the Backstabbing Wench” soon!

Finally, Northstar the total dork fell for an obvious Loki prank. So he told him chuckles that he’s half light elf and that he needs to go to Alfheim immediately. So Northstar goes there and all the light elves are like “sooo you believed Loki, the god of lies and mischief.” Obvi they sent him back eventually after they took turns roasting him. You know what honestly, Loki is a total baddie for that and I may send him a PR package ✨

This week for ✨ Fashion News ✨ I knowwww I said that my leading the X-Men wasntttt a publicity stunt but it totes was ✨ On October 1st you can buy my brand new “White Lies” fall sweater collection! All super cute and ethically sourced, prices range from $89.99 - $129.99 shipping and handling not included! Also for each sweater you buy we donate 15 dollars to protecting oceanic wildlife ✨ See? My white lies are ALWAYS for a good cause.

Finally I will interview this week’s guest, filling in for our dearly departed, we have the friendliest neighborhood hero, Spider-Man! We’ll find out a little bit about him, his history within the fashion world, and then we’ll play a fun game!

OOC: any replies can be in the form of comments etc… and if anyone else wants an interview let me know so I can add you to the list, first come first serve, I am booked out to episode 47 right expect some weeks wait to be clear, next episode will feature Callisto!

Hands shaking, a quickened heart beat, and lungs tired from breathing

“$@&/ YEAH!”

A teenage voice booms as Anthony speeds by trees finally getting the hang of his powers. He looks down hands drawn and ready, and then with a loud booms he shockwaves himself into the sky laughing at the pain in his hands as he looks up and outstretches his hand passing through the clouds able to see everything. He laughs finally able to accept himself

OOC: I’m back and this is the start of part 2 of Anthony’s arc titled Departure

I never seen myself as th’type to keep a journal on me. But I need some sort of an outlet for all th’thoughts goin’ on in my head right now. Figured I’d try it out as it has been an interesting past few weeks, t’say th’least.

Felicia came up t’me, talkin’ about a simple heist, was supposed to be a quick job. In and out. Though, je ne pense pas that quick jobs are in th’cards for people like us. She got Gambit on top of a speeding train, robots comin’ crawlin’ through windows and fightin’ em off while th’train threatens to jump off a nearby cliff. Talk about some quick job. Though, I shoulda known workin’ wit’ Felicia Hardy would come with trouble and more trouble. Ain’t nothin’ went accordin’ to plan. ‘em robots came crawlin’ out, Boris bein’ un crétin, and Mademoiselle Trouble herself decided to blow half th’thing apart with em fancy gloves of hers. Though, Remy’d be lyin’ if he said the fille don’t know how to make things interesting. But also, it paid real good. Rings, necklaces, earrings, anythin’ of valuable. A whole lot of it, more than Gambit’s ever seen in his life. All th’trésor précieux a t’ief can ever dream of. T’was a good score, don’t get me wrong and Gambit was very much surprised at the amount he seen, but it ain’t hit th’same as before. Cause Gambit got somethin’ worth more waitin’ at home. Speakin’ of who I got waitin’ for me at home.. Rogue. How do I tell her?

Sadurang came knockin’ while Rogue an’ I were asleep. Thankfully Rogue was still asleep when he came knocking, otherwise he’d have gotten one helluva beatin’. But anyway, I reminded him of our deal and instead of fightin’, he offered me a ride t’the savage lands. Said he needed to tell me somethin’ about the trinket I snatched off o’him. Figured why not? We got there, fought some dinosaurs, he enjoyed his three course meal then he told me about the eye. He told me what happens when I hold onto it for too long. Says the eye can make a man crave things he normally wouldn’t. It’ll give a man power, but it’ll also give a man a hunger. A hunger for flesh. First it’ll be animals, then it’ll be human flesh, friends, family.. the wife. And apparently the longer I carry dis lil fifolet, th’harder the temptation is.

How th’hell am I supposed to tell Rogue? I have to. She’s my best friend, my wife, my soulmate. It’s supposed to be us against the world. Why can’t I just be upfront and tell her what’s wrong? What am I supposed t’say? “Chère, remember that lil trinket I swiped off o’Sadurang. Yeah, it’s makin’ Gambit hungry for some flesh.” No, non, non. I hate hiding things from her. Hate that I can face a room full of armed men than I can instead of facin’ Rogue and tellin’ her what’s wrong wit’ me. Maybe I just tell her the truth. She’d probably know I was hidin’ somethin’ anyway. She always does.

I don’t know what I’m gonna do with th’eye. Maybe I find a place to bury it, maybe I shojld give it back? Maybe I can hold it out for the next few months? It’s only gon’ be a year. How bad can it get? Mon dieu, I can still hear Sadurang’s warning in my head even now, 2 weeks later. Whatever I do, truth is I’m scared. If I start slipping, if I can’t fight it anymore, I don’t know how much of me’s gon’ be left. I might need to run away again. I don’t want to. But th’safest place for everyone, for Rogue, might be as far away from me as possible.

10:00

”Dad, I’m gonna go out with some friends, okay?”

Alright honey! Just be safe!

You’re an idiot, you know.

10:42

”Chaos break out in the Saskatchewan area as a new gang of Anti-mutant radicals emerges. Mutant citizens live in fear. More to come.”

Oh dear. I‘ll have to help out with tha-…

…Oh god…

11:03

Wade arrives at an abandoned warehouse, following a tracker he had placed on his daughter a while back.

Ellie?! Honey?!

“Holy shit, it’s Deadpool!”

“I thought he went straight, why’s he in the red suit? And who’s-?”

…

Ellie?…

A girl was tied to a chair. She’d had a poorly-made, yet just as effective power collar on her.

She had been bloodied, killed.

And she wasn’t a stranger.

Oh god, no… What did they?… Oh, come on, Ellie! Come back!

He tore the collar off from her neck.

I’ve seen you do it before! Come on!

He was choking on his own spit and flem. His eyes were hot and wet.

Ellie, please! Please come back!… My little Pine Martin,… Please, oh god!…

He cradled the corpse of his daughter, sobbing violently.

..she’s gone… You sick fucks, you-!..

He turned to look at his little girl’s murderers. The scum that took her from him.

SHE WAS ALL I HAD!

He cried out in broken fury, shooting a gang member square between the eyes.

Wade jumped to his feet, pulling out as many weapons as he could. One killer against an army of them.He slashed, stabbed, shot, kicked, punched, and bit through the countless radicals. He was a storm of blood, adamantium, Kevlar, and guts.

The mutant hunters swarmed him, screaming and growling.

12:01

..Fucking burn! All you! This is what you scum deserve!

Wade stood above a sea of bodies. He fell to his knees, finally finished with his slaughter. Staring at his daughter once more, he broke down.

… My baby girl…

Hello everyone, Gosamyr here with a totes important PSA. Recently I was made the leader of the X-men. I know this is super shocking and some of you may not believe me but I assure you it’s at least 95% factual ✨ Okay 89% but trust me anyways.

So I was out on my hero baddie era stopping incredibly powerful villains like The Mole Man while looking fabulous. Definitely didn’t get my sh✨t rocked and covered in mud. But once I arrested him I heard a cry for help. The X-Men were totes getting their but kicked by Nimrod ✨ So like the totes great superhero I am I went to help! I was all like BLAM BLAM BLAM and destroyed Nimrod once and for all with my dazzling beauty and energy pistol ✨

Anyways Emma was so impressed with my prowess she immediately made me leader of the X-Men! At first Northstar was all “Sacre Blue I hate women and I won’t stand for this!” But Wolvy picked him up and tossed him in the dumpster where he belongs. Not to start drama or anything but like why was a misogynistic ableist former Quebecois terrorist on the team anyways?

Anywho this is all legit and legally binding so look forward to glamorous things coming in the near future. Also this definitely is not all an elaborate lie to get attention for a new clothing line dropping October 1st at all major clothing realtors and my website.

Bye Gosamytes ✨ Stay glamorous 💋

Drug dealer 1: do you have the stuff?

Drug dealer 2: do you have the money?

Yami: it's rude to answer a question with a question

He said as he spun his electrified staff, hitting them both and knocking them out. But let's rewind a moment. Yami has gotten info that a drug exchange was happening in a warehouse, and so he got there to bring them to justice (and test his new gadgets).

Back to the present. The two fell as the others noticed him, beginning to shoot. Yami quickly activated yet another of his creations, an arm mounted device that created a small magnetic field, opposing the bullets until their energy exhausted, causing them to fall harmlessly. He deactivated it and threw several small orbs, which, upon contact, electrified the criminals, knocking them out aswell. Just then, a voice screamed from behind

Drug dealer: Die ya Mutie!

...huh? Mutie? Well, he wasn't wrong, tecnically, but...no, all that he used were clearly electric devices, not anything that might suggest a mutation. Just as he tought this, he turned to face the criminal, and found him dead on the floor, a burning hole where his heart was.

???: stay off my turf will ya!

He looked up, seeing a tall, muscular man standing at the entrance of the warehouse, his index and middle fingers smoking. Only then did the man notice him, upon which he flashed a malicious grin.

???: これは驚いた！　あの懐かしの「Unbreakable」の息子じゃないか!

Yami: differently from dad, i can speak English. What are you doing here, Sam

The man, Sam, snapped his fingers, igniting them

Sam: are you also different in that you smoke?

He pulled out a cigarette, which is quickly shot at by yami. He didn't react to the bolt of plasma approaching him, and just let it hit, leaving his hand unharmed.

Sam: take it as a no then

Yami: what are you doing here

Sam: this my turf, didn't i say? Them dealers were on it, i took'em out.

Yami: you killed one of them

Sam: so? Y'think your father never killed?

Yami: that's not the point. The police is gonna investigate

Sam: so? What if they do? This place's got no cameras. Only way they'd know's if you tell'em

Yami: what if i do

Sam raised his index finger and pointed it at Yami. In less than a second, a burst of concentrated heat pierced yami's chest, avoiding vital organs but making him fall

Sam: i won't kill you as respect for Jin. Won't happen twice

He turned to leave, when he heard a weak voice say "fear, if anything". He suppressed the urge to shoot him again as he left, and as the world for yami turned to black.

Ooc: could've made it clearer, but if someone could help Yami it'd be appreciated. He do be bleeding out

Origin of T-Div: We can be everywhere... (old acc) Welcome to T-Div (old acc) Housecall! Is that the word? (gwenpool)

The Main Arc

1. - Dreamtime Blues
2. - Impatient Once Again
3. - Airborne Sitrep
4. - London
5. - London Coliseum trip
6. - can u see me in the dark?
7. - Brewing thunder...
8. - Under the london fog...
9. - Base search.

OOC: Thank you, Gos, Gwen, Shatty, Aizaru, and Quicksilver, for joining in on the arc. even though it wasn’t as expansive as planned I think we got a great story out of it. I took a small break to see how the team could fit in the Jeaniverse going forward, I think I'm onto something…

Before the shock from Tony’s message and Clint’s disappearance had fully worn off, Angel received a psychic transmission from Emma. She wanted to block it out, but her head was swirling with chaos, and so Frost’s message came through loud and clear.

“Angelica darling, I’ve got a location for James, and a way to get him back. Meet me at the mansion, and pack for a dry heat. I’ll brief you on the mission once we’re on the plane.”

Without a further word, Angelica took to the sky. She didn’t even bother leaving a note for the other Avengers, because without Clint, the team didn’t really have anyone that would notice her absence. A flight across the continent like this would push her to her absolute limits, but Emma needed her… James needed her… so she had to do it, because nobody else would. Touching down at the mansion, Angel saw both Emma and Laura waiting there for her.

I came as fast as I could, what’s the situation?

“I will tell you on the plane, we have no time to waste.”

The three women loaded up onto the waiting jet before flying across the Atlantic. If they were feeling chatty, then it would have been a perfect time for them to catch up on their lives. But even on the best of days, they wouldn’t have much to say to each other and today, they were all business.

“James has been seen outside Apocalypse’s tomb, and I believe that you could be the key to unlocking his programming. I am here to patch you into his mind, and Laura is here as a last resort. Any questions?”

Angel’s mind swirled for the rest of the flight. She had so many questions, but was also more sure of herself than ever, so she stayed silent. There were so many ways that this conversation could go, but would any of them result in James coming back peacefully? This and a million other thoughts screamed in her head as the plane touched down outside the tomb. 

The women deplaned and began their approach, when an armored figure on horseback began to ride towards them. Angelica turns to Emma and nods, signaling that she’s ready for contact. Touching her hand to her temple, Angel felt the connection start to form, but it was much more strained than any previous telepathic conversation she’d had. What had Apocalypse done to the boy who cared about her when all the other Hellions rejected her…

Angel stepped forward in the blurry psychic landscape, calling out for James and hoping that the man she knew would respond rather than the tool of En Sabah Nur.

Colin was in his dorm...looking at something Sai had given him...a diary, it belonged to his mother...Sidney Hartfelt...he looked at it for a moment, what should he do? should he read it? he sighed...before eventually sitting down at his desk and opening it, a photo falling out...it was him and Sidney...the night they watched horror movies, he placed it on his desk before flipping through a few pages, reading a bit

"March 3rd, 2007, Today Robert finally proposed, he was so corny leaving it in a glass of champagne and saying "oh, and what's that?" I can't help but love him for it, even if he gets consumed by his work at times...I can't wait to see what the future holds for us"

he flipped to another page

"May 5th, 2009, its official...Robert and I are having a kid! its exciting knowing how long we've spent together to finally be having this happen, Robert seemed so excited at the news...now we need to decide on a name, hopefully Robert's fans don't freak out"

as he read that he couldn't help but sigh...his mom was so excited, full of life, even in her writing...he missed her, he thought before flipping to another page

"February 14th, 2010, Last night he finally came into our lives...our son...and I couldn't be happier! it took a moment before Robert and I decided on a name...Colin...I just hope we can be the best parents we can for him, being mutants is difficult, thankfully Robert has security watching us right now"

his breath began to shake...she cared...more than he could have ever realized...

"March 1st, 2010, we have to leave him...there was a mob of protestors, anti-mutant protestors, they threw bricks and weapons into our apartment, Robert and I were able to escape with Colin but...we know these attacks won't stop, it breaks my soul, every fiber of my being knowing I have to leave my son...I just want him to be safe...and happy...even if it crushes me knowing I won't be able to see him grow up, and be there for him as his mother"

He felt a tear fall down his cheek reading the entry...how much she loved him...how much she cared, and how much it broke her to leave him...he read one last entry

"August 2026, After 16 years...I'm finally able to see him again...my son. He and Robert picked me up from the airport, he gave me a tour of the mansion...and we went stargazing together, I'm happy he's found such a nice loving home for him here...and a family...that Annie girl seems sweet, I'm happy he's okay. I cannot even put into words of how proud of him I am, and how far he's come as a hero...that kid is the future...and even if the world doesn't see it yet, he's gonna go far someday"

he closed the book, wiping the tears off his face, and setting it down on his desk, breathing in a bit, and looking at the photo that had fallen out...the two of them when they had watched movies together...he saw her face, so kind, full of life...he put it in a frame and set it on his bedside, before finally speaking "I'll make you proud mom..." he said...and he meant it, he smiled softly...he was going to make her proud...and be the best hero he could be...

OOC: this was super fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it! I hope you all are having a great day because you all deserve it and yeah byeee, you all are wonderful peopleeeee!!!!

He was leanin' 'gainst th'brick wall by a café, an' Lord have mercy, mah heart near 'bout stopped beatin'. Th'boy looked jus' like Cody. Same crooked smile, same freckles scattered 'cross the nose like somebody sprinkled 'em on.

Mah hand went t'my throat, an' ah reckon ah made sum kinda sound- maybe a whimper, maybe a prayer- 'cause Remy turned to me, but ah couldn't hear nothin' but the blood rushin' in mah own ears.

"Chère?" he asked. "What you seein'?"

But ah couldn't answer. Ah was thirteen again, standin' by th'riverbank with Cody Robbins, mah first sweetheart, mah first kiss, mah first everythin'. Ah could still feel th'life drainin' outta him now, all these years later, his mind pourin' inta mine like molasses while his body went limp in mah arms. Ah remembered th'way his mama screamed when she found us. Remembered runnin' th'hell away.

This boy by th'café- he wasn't Cody, 'course he wasn't. Cody was long gone, buried up in Mississippi 'neath th'shade'f a magnolia tree. Buried up fer what ah did t'him. Thought ah'd gotten over it. But this child? He had his eyes.

Hey Earthlings ✨ I’m so excited to welcome you to the newest most amazing podcast everrr

✨ Hot GosSip ✨

As Mary Antoinette famously said, let them drink tea!

First up, just like any iconic girl group one diva had to lose their mind and make the group split up. Tony being the Camila Cabello of course. Wait but Tony didn’t leave, pretty much everyone else did. Okay maybe this isn’t the best metaphor. Imagine Tony is Nicole Scherzinger and Janet is Melody, wait that doesn’t work either ✨ Okay we’ll skip the metaphor and just say Tony took the whole supercop thing too far and all of his friends totally left him. He definitely invited me to the team I’m definitely not making that up for attention ✨ but I declined too.

Next, you know me I’m know for minding my own business all the time ✨ But the other day I was walking by Emma’s office and she was having some important. So naturally I pretended to clean the carpet while listening against the door. She was saying something about trade routes and venomous flowers. So obviously she’s getting a special gift for Ororo’s birthday. It must be on some really remote island by the way she was talking so Ororo you’re one lucky gal ✨ Unforts, my phone started blowing up so I had to run away before I could finish “accidentally overhearing” the convo.

Finally, who doesn’t love a good PR war? Sinister got lowkey shaded when Destiny denounced Tony Stark. Since he’s well known for letting grudges go, he announced he’ll be upping his cruelty to go along with her accusations. From all of us, thank you for doing that Destiny, really. Since I love a good social media beef, I will now be selling # DestinyWasRight AND # Simp4Sinister shirts ✨ They’re $79.99 each OR for our messy drama queens who want both you can bundle their cost down to $159.98 ✨ Glamour Galaxy LLC does not test on Doug clones.

This week for ✨ Fashion News ✨ we have another 🚨 TREND ALERT 🚨 high powered Stark Armor! Totally chic and not cancelable, you should definitely stop reporting any aliens wearing it to S.W.O.R.D. ✨ Anywho onto our sponsor, oh for f✨✨k’s sake. S.W.O.R.D. let’s keep our galaxy safer one alien at a time! For every alien criminal you help get captured you can earn a $500 reward courtesy of Abigail Brand herself. OKAY WHOEVER GOT THAT AD SPOT IS SOOOOOO FIRED!!!

Finally I will interview this week’s guest, Hisako Ichiki, the water color edition! We’ll find out a little bit about her, her history within the fashion world, and then we’ll play a fun game!

OOC: any replies can be in the form of comments etc… and if anyone else wants an interview let me know so I can add you to the list, first come first serve, I am booked out to episode 47 right expect some weeks wait to be clear, next episode will feature Deadgirl!

Extra Disclaimer: This episode is a huge timeline massage so Armor can not be possessed for her interview

Onyxx is in the weight room he has put as much weight as possible on one bar he starts to bench it while benching it he thinks to himself how worthless he feels how he can’t help anyone and is a weakling he can’t even take a couple of hits then his set is done so he starts to deadlift

Coyote never understood birthdays. Really, he's only had 4 real ones, and even so, they were... not the best.

17.

He's 17 now. He's noticeably... slightly taller. His suit is a little tighter too, and without a personal tailor, it's kinda hard to find something like his suit anywhere else.

Though... what is Coyote doing for his birthday? He can't eat cake. He doesn't really know how to celebrate. So instead, he chose his usual routine.

Rafters.

Colin...was cleaning dishes in the kitchen of the mansion, his sleeves rolled up, humming along to a

song..."hip to be square" by Huey Lewis...after finishing up, he leans against the kitchen counter...reading a few articles online...about the young x-men, reading through them...seeing both hate...and support?

he looked through a few more...whilst majority of the world hated mutants...there were a few online posts and discussions...that showed support to them. He continued to read...seeing a few posts on grey..."thats my sister..." he muttered to himself...before clicking on a few posts related to him.

"does he have a healing factor?" one asked, "is it true him and Couture are dating?" another asked..."thoughts on dynamite's suit?" a third one asked, he looked through them...and couldn't help but chuckle...it was weird having fans...but also at the same time, kinda nice?

he continued to read through the posts, both supportive and hateful...taking the criticism to heart...but also the support, and chuckling a bit at the questions

OOC: hope you all enjoyed the post! its a bit more lighthearted but also be fun and interesting, it is open to interaction if you want, but its just a fun, goofy post and I hope you all enjoyed it and yeah byeeee

*Annie sat at a computer in the X-Mansions library, Yami's borrowed tools and a bunch of mechanical parts lying scattered around her.*

Annie, with the help of Zoey, had been working on a way to give Annie speech without a telepath present, as well as a set of small, non-lethal\, shoulder mounted, laser cannons and some seemingly random red LEDs.*

Zoey was mainly present so Annie could attempt to recreate her telepathic abilities in a separate device that would hopefully be able to transmit her thoughts into the other things she'd built.

After a while, Annie had finished her work and gathered all the stuff she'd built, no longer needing the computer as all her coding needs had been fulfilled.

She took her gizmos to her dorm where she promptly dismantled. With Zoey's assistance, the various components and wires of her machinations had been installed inside Annie's hollow body.

"Okay, let's start with the lasers." Annie thought as she set a can on her windowsill and backed up. She concentrated, aimed the cannons and- pew -they each fired a small, light blue beam that punched right through the can... and her window. "Woo!-... oops..." She thought, cutting off her celebration.

"Alright, now, the vocalizer." She thought, only after she'd patched the hole in her window with duct tape. Annie sat on her bed, briefly detatched her head to flick a switch in the base of her neck, then put her head back on. "Okay, vocalizer test in 3... 2..." Annie's voice, now a bit more robotic than the bubbly voice Zoey was able to cleanly transmit, trailed off as she realized she was talking. "I... I guess it works!"

"Okay, now, the most important one! The blushinator mk 1." Annie said as she crossed her legs and closed her 'eyes'. The blushinator functioned pretty simply, read her mind, if the right emotion is present enough, light up and make her cheeks turn pink from the red LEDs.

Annie focused, trying to think things that'd make her blush, and the answer was pretty immediately found. She thought of Colin, obviously, picturing him in her mind and just like that a light pink glow was shining through her plastic cheeks.

Ooc: open to interaction for if anyone wants to walk in on Annie testing her stuff at really any point in the process. There's only 2 images because I couldn't visualize sound. Anyway, have a wonderful day! Or evening or morning wherever you're at.

Pixie couldn’t be prouder of Laura for the work she’s been doing as an Avenger.

Is it hard spending less time with the woman she loves? Of course it is. But it’s not like last time for Megan. She gets to call Laura frequently. Sometimes Laura misses the calls, but that’s okay. Just gives Megan an excuse to keep her online longer on the next one! And it’s not like Laura never returns to Earth. She has liked meeting Laura’s teammates too. This has mostly happened via them accidentally getting pulled into the calls.

Obviously, she knows Rogue. Who doesn’t love Rogue? Abigail Brand is a little scary. But she’s the one who helped get Laura up to call Megan, so Megan likes her. Kate and Pixie match each other’s energy very well. T’Challa has a very calming presence. You’d think being a royal would make that not the case, but it doesn’t! Wanda has great hair and is pretty nice aside from that one thing she did that one time. Carol is sooooooooo cool! She ranks number 2 on Pixies cool person tier list (Number 1 is Laura, obviously.) Daredevil is also nice. Megan asks him absurd hypothetical lawsuit scenarios, and he actually gives real answers about how it would play out.

One day when Laura stepped away for a moment, Megan did something sneaky. She got some help from Kate (and Brand, who was looped in to lower the risk of Pixie getting shot at with lasers). Kate set up a tracking device on the ship, and gave Megan its details. With some help from Sage, Megan was able to learn where the ship was. She was going to surprise Laura by actually showing up!

Poof! Pixie is on the ship. She showed up as the crew is beginning to make breakfast. Laura isn’t here, she’s in her room. Perfect! Pixie waves to the Uncanny Avengers in the kitchen before going to find Laura’s room. She knows the second she opens the door, Laura will know she’s there. She’ll smell her. It’s cute how good she is at that.

But Pixie wasn’t expecting the fact that Laura was already awake. Or that she seems to be upset about something. It can be hard for some people to notice when Laura isn’t okay. She doesn’t have super obvious tells. But Pixie knows about them. Laura begins to talk.

“Megan?”

Pixie places a gentle finger over her lips.

I was saving this for later, but you need it now.

Pixie holds Laura’s hand softly. Poof! They aren’t on the ship anymore. They’re in a botanical garden. There are two chairs, and they are in an isolated corner. Left among a truly safe and beautiful patch of nature.

What’s wrong, Laura?

Colin was wearing his best...the perfect shoes, glasses, did his hair as best he could, one of his nicest fits on...as he knocked on Annie's door, she opened it and Colin was stunned for a moment...seeing her...she lit up his world like nobody else, he smiled sheepishly "you ready?" he asked, before Annie nodded before they took each other's hands...and left, walking out to Colin's car...he had managed to give it a nice paint job in his spare time...between classes, hero work and training, opening the door for her and getting in the driver's seat, before they drove off

Full date plan in mind, they left, the calm air of the night...the beauty of the stars in the sky...it felt...perfect

OOC: this is closed for colin and annie! I hope you all are having an amazing day because you all deserve it, you all are wonderful and amazing and talented people and yeah...BYEEEE :D

Interpol Blacksite, Staten Island, 2:08 AM

Total interrogation time elapsed, 209 hours and 36 minutes. Sean begins his shift working on Armenio De Quattro, the man responsible for the mutant trafficking ring in Brooklyn. He was picked up by feds en route to the warehouse but clearly he was tipped off. The warehouse was scrubbed clean, no evidence of where the mutant girls were to be shipped off to. Sean couldn’t let the trail run cold.

Sean: Mornin’ Armenio, how are we today?

Armenio spits blood at Sean’s feet.

Sean: C’mon now lad, is that very nice? 

Silence.

Sean: Ye know I’ve got a 12 hour shift o’ tryin to coerce ye into givin up yer boss, I’d rather na do this th’ hard way. How’s about ye work wit us today?

Armenio glares into Sean’s eyes, no emotion, like a shark going in for the kill.

Sean: Very well boyo, just know ye can make this stop at any time.

He begins letting out a subsonic pitch, just low enough to irritate the eardrum, not loud enough to cause permanent damage, very irritating, like a burning itch you can’t scratch. Armenio winces in pain.

Armenio: Stop that…

Sean: Stop what Armenio? I'm just whistlin. Maybe ye can sing along. How’s about yer bosses location, or his name, why na both?

Armenio: We both know that I don’t know a thing.

Sean: Sure ye don’t, yer just a middle man after all. A lowly grunt on th’ totem pole. 

The pitch continues, occasionally modulating so that Armenio can’t adjust to it. Hours go by, the trafficker’s eyes red and bulging, he desperately wants to cover his ears but he can’t move his hands. 

Sean: Ye know I’m barely gettin warmed up, I can sustain that pitch fer days.

Armenio: F%&# you old man, I’ll rip your throat out vocal cord by vocal cord!

Sean smiled, he had gotten what he’d been waiting for, with his vocal prowess he could subtly hypnotize someone into doing what he wanted, a feat more easily accomplished when his target is irritated, distracted. 

Sean: {Easy Armenio, yer boss would na want ye ta blow a gasket. Why don’t ye tell me his name and location so I can discuss it with him instead?}

Armenio: Pfft Vlad Kushnarev wouldn’t talk to a f@&%$t like you.

Fear flashes in his eyes, he realizes what he’d done.

Sean: Oh Vlady? We’ll have ta arrange a meetin with him. Dana, pull up any files ye ‘ave on a Mr. Vlad Kushnarev. Thank ye, Armenio, fer beein so cooperative…

Sean gets up to leave, Armenio thrashes around in his chair and screams obscenities after Banshee.

Armenio: He’ll gut you like a fish you decrepit #&%+ &@$#+^ I hope you rot in hell!

Sean: I’ll meet ye there wit bells on boyo, bettin ye’ll be there first. 

He slams the door behind him, he can still hear the obscenities echoing throughout the whole building. He didn’t care, he had a job to do. 

Hm. It looked rather different in the photos.

Loki had meant to pay a visit to the Hellfire Club much sooner than this. Clearly would have been a better choice given the current state of it. It probably isn’t open to the public right now. But as Loki peers into it, the door falls off the hinges. Seems like an invitation.

Loki takes a seat at what is left of the bar. She helps herself to a bottle of fine wine.

Shame. The stock seems like it would have superb.

The truth is, preparing to fund an entire nation is rather expensive. Finding the capital wasn’t the issue, no, it was jumping through all of the legal hoops and setting up the systems to sustain it that were both entirely necessary and dreadfully boring. Fortunately, her lovely King of the Seas Namor commands the many waters to expedite her naval shipment times, allowing the newly established Hellfire Trading Company to be efficient beyond known measures.

Unfortunately, a company does require many meetings.

“Ms. Frost, we’re working on establishing the trade routes for your unnamed shipments, as well as inventorying all of the supplies being delivered to The Island.”

Splendid, thank you, Atticus. And, pray tell, how goes the development of the Black and White Palace, the Summers House, and the Jean Grey Academy?

“All are scheduled to be finished on time, Ms. Frost. As well as all of the other facilities needed.”

Wonderful, simply wonderful. Why, then, do you look so glum?

“Well, um…” he trails off and looks away. “The local flora seems to have created some poisonous flowers just off the coastal meadows.”

Ah. That is rather troublesome. Send Flourish to handle that, alright? She and Miasma together, along with our wonderful translator, can surely work something out.

“Yes, Ms. Frost.” He writes it down in his notebook and looks up at her one final time. “And, Ms. MacTaggert’s domicile?”

Prepare a guest room in my palace just for her. I have a feeling she’ll enjoy that.

“Very well. Have a good day, Ms. Frost.” With a polite exchange of nods from both, Atticus leaves, and the lone Emma Frost stands from her chair and peers out her window over the open skyline of New York City.

Not much longer, my children. We will finally have our home. I will make certain it is perfect. I will bring all of us home.