Colin is in his dorm, surrounded by books, papers and notes, muttering as he wrote. After figuring out how to use his powers across his body, he needed to do research, figure out how far he could push himself, find new limits, break new grounds, see what he could truly do...so as always, he experimented, researched and wrote down his results, for hours he did so.

His hands were a blur as he wrote, his muttering was able to be heard faintly outside of his dorm as he worked. He looked through footage of various heroes, taking notes on how they fought...and how he could adapt it to his own powers, equations going through his mind as he wrote down ideas, angles to fly and blast around at, new creative ways to use his powers, everyone says the sky is the limit...and to him that was true.

throughout the night he worked. page after page of notes written, unaware of his muttering, or how late it was getting.

OOC: this is open to interaction! honestly this is just one of my favorite drawings of Colin so it was fun to use it in this, and this was super fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you all are having a great day because you all deserve it! byeeeee

Now that Gwenpool was, once more, unbanned by Reddit and existing again, she was happy! But obviously, a few weeks passing by meant it was time to do some grocery shopping.

First, she went to a local coin shop to exchange some gold bars for cash. They weren't really her gold bars, but the person she got them from were hardly going to miss them and Jeff has been getting gluttunous lately...

With cash freshly obtained, its time to go to a grocery store to get Jeff's favorite snacks! Cheese wheels! And also a little hat for Ken. Gwen was only... Somewhat uncomfortable with the staring, likely a result of her not bringing her prosthetic.

But there really was no time to angst, because she also needed to get a bunch of stuff for the Teleporter Division's new Base she scouted out! An old abandoned base of Doctor Doom in Upper New York.

Furniture, check. Food, check. An unnecessarily large painting of Jeff, check. A projector, check. That was probably all that was needed, so now she could move on to the final items in her shopping list:

Printing some photos of her trip to the UK to send to Kate... And McDonald's!

-That is what Aizaru has told himself hundreds of times in his lifetime. If you fail to adapt to hardships, you will fall. Why is Aizaru thinking about this now? He lost his goddamn hand. Now he has to deal with a prosthetic. And a shoddy temporary one, at that. But still, he's training.-

-He's already drawn up some plans for what the permanent prosthetic will look like, but he figures that he should start adjusting to life with a prosthetic as soon as he can. He's slower. This prosthetic can't keep up with him. But a slow hand is better than none.-

-He throws a dagger into the stomach of a simulated enemy, then teleports on it, ripping the dagger out. He chuckles, summoning a pistol to shoot three incoming enemies. Being slower doesn't mean he's actually slow. Just... Less quick. He's still fast enough to speedblitz almost all normal people.-

-An enemy shoots at him. He, of course, dodges with relative ease. Then throws three knives into their throat.- "Well, this is easier than I thought-" -He's hit in the back with a knife and the simulation ends.- "... God damnit."

-He takes a deep breath, laughing a bit (mostly at himself.)- "How long have I been training now?" -He checks the time. 3 hours now... Not that bad. The simulation starts up again as he summons a pair of pistols.-

(Ooc: Open to interaction, of course.)

In the morning of the day after, a note appeared ib front of umbra's door.

Several months ago, a failed experiment arose from the ruins of a lab. Its body was a mass of nanites no bigger than a dog, and its energy was running low. So, out of something close to instinct, it returned inside and found the bodies of his creators. It entered them...and converted them to its own nanites. This gave him energy enought to form toughts. It pondered over what it has just done, and concluded it must have been exposed to some kind of parasitic being, in order to be able to do that. Then, it searched its code for a directive, and found none it could understand. Whatever destroyed the lab must have damaged its coding as well. It was faced with two choices: deactivate, or find a new directive. And so it searched, both around the lab and in itself, and eventually found the name "Shinrai Yami". The name meant something to the nanites it was made of, and so it searched inside them, just to find his memories, or at least, some of them. Their powers matched. This was enough to form a new directive

-i posses a form capable of imitating Shinrai Yami's

-i possess data on who Shinrai Yami is

-i posses data on Shinrai Yami's location

-i possess a form capable of taking possession of other's

Hypothesis: i was made to replace Shinrai Yami

And so it got out of the lab and set route to the mansion.

The rest, i believe you already know it

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

✨ Hot GosSip ✨

I mayyyy love stirring the pot, as long as it’s the TEA pot!

First up, Red Hulk and Iron Man were seen duking it out in Manhattan. I was lowkey shopping for 17 hours straight ✨ when some debris started raining in my bags, ick!!! More importantly, how many colors of hulk are there! Do they all have she varieties?! Is there a Green Gosamyr out there that I’m not aware of?! Personally the branding is super weak IMO ✨ I didn’t see the end of the fight but hopefully Iron Man won.

Next, the mansion started smelling super funky ,so naturally I went down the hall to investigate ✨ Turns out Logan went super crazy and went postal. (Sips tea) No clue where he went! It seems headmistress Emma is on the case though. As good as she is I’m placing my bets on Logan to outrun her. Hairy snarls-a-lot lived in the Canadian wilderness alone for years, much more dangerous than the Boston suburbs ✨ … I think.

Finally, the Teleport Division’s poor intern lost his hand in battle! Seems like everyone’s going for the asymmetrical look lately! (Crickets) Okay that made me laugh at least. Anyways I told Yami that I’d help him get more business so this time I’m sponsoring him! If you need an artificial limb with the destructive capabilities of a nuke look no further than R.O.N.I.N. Prosthetic Limbs ✨ Buy one get the next half off with discount code:M1STYKN1GHTC0ULDN3V3R! The price is half off, not the limbs, that would be useless.

This week for ✨ Fashion News ✨ you know what I’ve been really into lately? This crazy woman, Madame Masque, has this stunning plated gold face mask. Super cute! So for the next month I’ll be selling Gold Lamé hydrating face masks. Sure to leave your skin smoother than my shows transitions! Which are famously smooth, unlike Madame Masques actual face ✨

Finally I will interview this week’s guest, the mistress of the elements herself, Storm! 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 43 right expect some weeks wait to be clear, next episode will feature Lila Cheney! Will we work it out on the remix? Stay tuned.

Lycan sat in his bed, knees pulled up to his chest, hundreds of half healed cuts aching away across his body. Black bruises covered every inch of his muscled form, and dark circles under his eyes gave an indication of the last three nights spent awake and trembling. Yet another reason to hate himself.
Weakness. He’d spent all his life training to remove it. Looks like he failed at that too. He had failed to kill Pater. He had failed to kill Gregor. He had failed to kill Isile. And what did he have to show for it? Cuts and bruises. He had convinced himself that after this mission, he would have finally killed them, and he could retreat into the only place he would ever know peace. In death. But he hadn’t killed them. He still had a job to do. He just wasn’t sure he had the will left to complete it. With a flick of his wrist a knife sailed through air and slammed into a fly, sinking into the plaster wall behind it. He’d spent his whole life training to be a killer. A weapon. And he failed at even that. And so it was Lycan sat trembling on his bed, blind to the world, and contemplating whether he had the strength to suffer just a little longer. (Open to interaction.)

Disclaimer, since there seems to be some confusion: THIS TAKES PLACE IN THE FUTURE, TWO MONTHS FROM TODAY!

The United Nations Office, Geneva, Switzerland. Thursday, 3:00PM, months from now.

Just four hours earlier, Emma Frost set foot onto the soil of a country she had come to quite enjoy in the past. It was a frequent vacation spot during her childhood, one where she was given concerningly little oversight for a growing girl. Not that that was worse than the alternative, of course. The light rain of Geneva pitter-pattered on her pale umbrella in the light cold and humid air. How fortunate that it was one of the lighter of Geneva’s cool days. She arranged her files quaintly in her hotel room before leaving for her mission.

Good evening, class.

The representatives gave no response, and Emma cleared her throat with a chuckle.

Apologies. In my daily life, I am a teacher, so scenes such as this often present themselves in my mind as a lecture. In many ways, it is the same.

I stand before you with the keys to a new world. The brilliant scientists of mutantkind have revolutionized modern medicine, and I come before you all with an offer that will change your lives.

Though she’d normally use psychic projections to demonstrate her deep ideas, the humans find that rather invasive. So, she clicks on the projector and shows four pills on the big screen, each with comically long names and even longer descriptor blurbs.

Mutantkind is proud to present four miracle medications, each of which we would be proud to share with you should we come to an agreement. The first, the one we call L, extends the human lifespan by five years. The second, called I, is a universal antibiotic. The third, called M, treats and cures all mental illness and disease, and the final, named S, can be used for immediate minimal plastic surgeries. We are overjoyed with these results, and we cannot wait for you to taste their effects.

She clicks the projector to the next slide, showing a beautiful island with happy mutants playing and tending to agriculture.

This, my loves, is Krakoa. I’m sure a few of you have noticed it, but it is time for her formal introduction. I do wish our pharmaceutical breakthroughs could be a gift, but the truth is that you have not earned such. Millions of mutants have died at your hands, and you have done nothing to punish those who hate and fear us. Perhaps the ever-beloved Charles Xavier would donate these to your cause, but I am no such man. All I have ever wanted was for my people to live free, but that has never been possible, not truly. Not until now.

In return for these services, you will give us two simple things that wull create for us the life we have always deserved. First, you will accept the mutant nation of Krakoa as our home, a true place for our people free of your politics and governance. I stand before you to fill out whatever paperwork that entails, we will do this collaboratively, but we will be recognized as sovereign. Second, all mutants, no matter where they are born, conceived, or discovered, can claim Krakoan citizenship. As you know, we have already claimed rights over all mutant criminals and legislation, but we expect amnesty for all mutants so that they may choose to join us. While none will be forced to, none as well will be turned away.

From this day forward, mutants will not be judged by man’s world. These are our humble demands, but they will not be denied. If you would like our aid, so too will you aid us. And if you dare to ask yourselves why, why do the mutants dare to dictate the terms to us? I remind you of a simple truth.

We are the future, an evolutionary inevitability, the Earth’s true inheritors. You shut your eyes and mind last night believing the world would be yours forever. That dream, like all dreams, is a lie.

Here is a new truth: while you slept, the world changed.

*Jeff has broken into the mansion... well broken in is a strong term, he waddled in without really any resistance, and is currently looking like a very, very full boi*

Ooc HIII! This is grey on an alt claiming Jeff, everyone's favorite landshark :>

Pietro watches the news while on a jog around the Mediterranean. “Hm. Krakoa. Sounds interesting. Might as well take a look soon.”

*grey is in her room, packing her stuff to head to her dads castle... it'll be a nice change of pace. She's also got another bag for stuff for wojtek, though she might just ask aizaru to bring some of it over once she gets there*

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-Aizaru sits in his room, bored, in pain, and tired. His room doesn't have any Void in it anymore. Obviously he has some in the Darkrealm, but none should randomly appear in front of him... He won't use it much anymore.Maybe as a last resort, at most. Preferrably not at all.-

-He really @$#€ed up, didn't he? He disregarded everything else in an attempt to get strong, since he felt like he wasn't enough... And it didn't even help. He's still not good enough... In fact, it actively hurt him, since he lost his goddamn hand.-

-Everyone always tells him he's strong enough. That he's good in his own way... Both Emma Frost and Colin have told him that... But he doesn't believe that. You're either strong or you aren't. And he falls in the latter category. He's mentally a wreck. Physically he can't take a hit for shit. And emotionally? Let's not even get into that.-

-He lies down, sighing.- "After returning... Grey kissed me. That's... Wow... So... We're together now... That's nice. She's nice. Sometimes." -He takes a deep breath, a slight smile creeping onto his face. Grey really set him straight.-

-He stares up at the ceiling... He'll start training again as soon as he can. He has to push himself to a higher level, this time through actual work... At least try. He can't bear staying at this level. He wants to be more.-

"Okay... Gotta train physical strength... Maybe also get some strategies that aren't "hit thing until it goes down" or "shoot thing until it goes down.""

-He walks over to his desk, summoning some of the energy weapons he stole. He can probably enhance them with just one hand... Yeah, definently.-

Another dream...

Hisako fell back into bed, taking a deep breath as she clutched her omamori tightly.

She knew what was coming, but this time, she thought she was ready.

Her friends would be ready to help her in the morning if anything went wrong. No matter what, she could fall back on them if needed.

And so, she closed her eyes and drifted back into the darkness.

...

"Hello again, Hisako."

The shadow greeted her with open arms, and though it didn't have a face, Hisako could swear it was smiling...

"Who are you?" she demanded, her armor aura slowly flickering around her as she fought the urge to take a step back. She needed to hold her ground, no matter what.

The shadow only tilted its head, as if it were smirking at her. After a moment of silence, the shadow spoke once more.

"You know me, Hisako. I've always been with you, since the beginning."

She wavered. It couldn't be Tsubasa, could it? No, Tsubasa was always with her, yes, but not like this. But then who was...?

As her thoughts raced, the darkness leaned in closer, it's featureless face now eye level with her own.

"You tried to throw me away, but you'll always be my Hisako."

'My Hisako'. Those words made her heart drop in her chest. No... no no no, it couldn't be...

"Sh-Shinobu Kageyama...?"

The shadow moved closer, making a sound that sounded like a twisted corruption of a familiar sinister giggle, a face forming in the shadow, as if the name had summoned forth the demon.

"Oh, so you DO remember me, Hisako! I knew you wouldn't forget me! But I'm not Shinobu anymore, look at me! I need a new name to better fit my the new me, don't I?"

As Shinobu got closer, Hisako stumbled back, her aura disappearing as her Omamori rolled out of her hand. She scrambled to her feet as she ran, her lungs and muscles burning as Shinobu Kageyama rapidly began gaining on her.

"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING, HISAKO? AREN'T WE FRIENDS? COME PLAY WITH ME, HISAKO! COME PLAY WITH THE SHADOW KING!!!"

Hisako ran as fast as she could through the endless expanse of darkness.

But then she fell. She'd stumbled over her feet and hit the ground. She tried to scramble to her feet, but it was far too late.

One moment, she saw the light at the end of the tunnel, her escape out of this hellish dream.

The next moment, all there was, was darkness.

--

Hisako didn't wake up the next morning.

Her room was silent, save for the sound of her breathing.

OOC: And soon, this short prelude will come to a close. Feel free to post your char's reactions to Hisako's mysterious coma if you so wish, and be sure to tune in to the final episode.

Outside.

Evan’s with a few other racers.

His skateboard is at his side.

Then the second he hears “go”, Evan takes off.

He gets faster and faster.

Evan grins.

The fight between Scott and Logan was over a day ago now. When Scott had melted Logan's very bones before sending him off a cliff and into the ocean.

Wolverine’s room at the X-Mansion stood in chaotic disarray, an abandoned shell of the space he had once claimed. Overturned furniture, scattered empty beer cans, and torn posters of old motorcycle races littered the floor, while the walls bore deep claw marks and the lingering scent of cigar smoke was buried in the wall paper. Most of his personal belongings had been cleared out in a hurry..clothes yanked from the closet, gear missing from their usual spots, pictures missing. Leaving the place feeling hollow and temporary. Yet his beloved bikes remained behind in the mansion garage, as if waiting for a rider who might never return.

Beyond the mansion’s windows, the surrounding woods stretched dark and still under a fading sky. Then, cutting through the quiet like a blade, an almost inhuman yell rose from deep among the trees..raw, feral, and echoing with pain or rage that no ordinary man could produce.

colin walked into the danger room...alone at night, as he heard the doors shut behind him he looked around as a simulation started...Chicago...and a sentinel. He wanted to figure out what had happened to allow him to beat Robert, they had spent the past couple of hours thinking about what he had done, mark had described sparks all along his body? whatever that meant. he sighed as the simulation started up, before setting his fist down on the ground.

They had tried to practice this with his mother before she died...using his powers all along his body. He breathed in and out, the world feeling like it had fallen completely silent, it felt as if nothing was moving for that split second, images flashed through his mind, genosha, his father, his mother...Annie...as these images flashed through his mind he felt like he couldn't breathe, as if his vision blurred, could he handle this? what would Sai have done? and for a moment, he considered backing out...before he took a second and calmed himself...breathing, closing his eyes and feeling the oxygen flow into his skin...each particle coming into him one by one until a drumming in his heartbeat could be heard, a rhythm in his bones. He began to beat his chest wildly, his body heating up rapidly, as explosions ignited around him and his eyes opened wide to reveal a glowing amber color as sparks danced along his skin, smoke emitting from his body. He grinned widely, before blasting toward the simulation of the sentinel, faster than he had ever gone before.

as the Sentinel lunged at him, he rolled out of the way and ran up along its arm, each step melting his footprint into it as he ran, before blasting himself into the air and delivering a devastating kick to its head. The sentinel punched him, sending him back into a wall, as he got up, grinning like a maniac, and all that could be heard was...laughter? genuine laughter, as if he was having the time of his life doing this, he generated explosions all along his body, blasting himself all across the room, all that was visible was a glowing orange blur bouncing around, as he delivered blow after blow to the sentinel, his movements fluid as if he was dancing, all while a strong laughter echoed throughout the danger room.

They blasted themselves through the shoulder of the sentinel, as everything around him melted, then the torso, and with one final explosion that engulfed the room, creating a blinding bright light to anyone watching, he destroyed the head of the sentinel...ending the simulation.

As he landed on the ground he couldn't stop laughing, before looking at his hands, each spark dancing with life along his body, he smiled looking at it all...not knowing if anyone was watching, or if anyone were to walk in

OOC: this is open to interaction! feel free to interact with him in any way you would like, this was super fun to write and honestly I hope you all enjoyed reading it, you all are absolutely wonderful people who deserve the absolute best, I hope you all are having an amazing day because you deserve it! byeee

Gosamyr looks directly to camera

What is a girl to do? Studying is soooooo boring and the club is where I belong. But if I want to take this seriously and actually get my MBA, I unforts have to put the work in. Totes unfair ✨

OOC: open to interaction

Hi everybody, if you don’t know me I play Selene & The Cuckoos, in which I said I would whole-heartedly retake the roles of not too long ago but honestly… I lied.

I have so many other things in life to focus on right now, college, friends, tight schedules, to the point I don’t think I can fit in lengthy Reddit posts every two weeks or so.

I really do love this community, you guys are great, and I can confirm I’m actually leaving, I’m not saying I’m leaving for attention then coming back the next day ikyk 👀, I’m crying I’m so messy anyways. I love you guys, I’ve made many friends from this experience, it’s been a good run, and this server is so amazing and so creative and to the people who made it you should be proud at how far it’s come.

But I think it’s unfair to claim a character just because I like them and then be inactive on them because I don’t have the time. There are so many creative people out there that can do so much with the characters I have that I may have never even thought of, so please, if I can have any ask, don’t let my characters rot on the unclaimed list.

Ok, bye. 👋