As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
The X-Men and all likenesses are the property of Marvel Comics, 20th Century FOX, and ALL the creative minds therein. X-Men Crossroads is a non-profit RPG board. We here participate for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction writing in the X-Men Universe brings.Most of the Bio information is courtersy of Marvel Directory
Jonah's Whale Returns to the Mansion OOC: Merged both Xavier Estate & Mansion Main Floors threads into one... Wolvie6
Wolverine
Posts: 466
(5/7/06 7:32 pm)
As the ship cleared the trees surrounding the vast estate, Logan pointed toward the ground, indicating the precise area he wanted to the land the Whale.
Once the high-tech machine was settled and engines were winding down, he ordered everyone out and proceeded to the exit hatch.
Once outside, the fresh air and familiar scents from the surrounding dense forests washed over him. He stood on the lush grass outside the mansion glaring at the large edifice, then turned his eyes to the thick green trees. He had a decision to make now... he'd always been much more comfortable living alone in the woods, isolated from other people. It was alot easier to deal with than being isolated even amidst a crowd; at least in the woods, being alone was on his terms and not someone else's.
As the other team members exited the craft, Logan looked down at himself and sighed deeply. He was barely clothed anymore and what he was wearing was covered in dried blood, mainly his own. He placed his hands on his chest, remembering being shot three times at close range, but there was no evidence of that event left. His healing factor took care of that... always did. But he figured that was why Xavier wanted him back... with Wolverine around he always had someone to throw into the deep shit and just sit back without worrying about having to feel guilty about anything that might happen.
He was tired, angry and filthy; the smell of dried blood was making him nauseous so he walked to the front door and marched up the stairs. Cyke could debrief Xavier on the mission, his part of it was over... with no loss of life this time.
Entering his room, he went straight to his private bathroom and ran the shower and kicked off his boots and stripped off the grungy jeans. He just stood under the steaming water for a long, long time, letting the heat soothe his muscles and his mood, somewhat.
Then he shut the water off, towelled himself dry and pulled on a pair of lounging pants then flopped onto his bed. He was asleep almost immediately; dreaming heavily, lying on his back, his arms and legs stretched out. He could sleep for a month, he had no doubts about that... the few seconds he had before exhaustion took him under.
Although Logan had mostly eschewed himself of the ship's facilities, the fuzzed teen took to exploring this strangeness once they were safely underway.
In that guise he had stumbled over the infirmary, and after an unresponded to page asking if anyone had a need for it, he spied the whirlpool bath, and suddenly he felt very tired, very tired indeed. With leaden legs, he'd stripped as efficiently as possible and set the waterjets on their highest setting.
Within a few moments he had gone fast asleep, and was still unconscious as the Jonah's Whale settled on the lawn. Only the sudden thumping of the landing gear after hours asleep had awoken him.
It was twilight by the time he had finally walked down the lower ramp, and he sighed with great relief as he walked towards the mansion.
JeanEGreyMD
Phoenix
Posts: 116
(5/8/06 8:43 pm)
Having heard that the Whale had landed, Jean again felt awash with a wave of disappointment in herself. Her first real opportunity to work with the team in making a difference to those outside the school had been cut short through her own carelessness and, so she felt, utter stupidity. Feeling that she should first make her apology to the man she had been most closely working with, the red-head went in search of Logan.
It didn’t take long for her to locate him, but by the time she arrived at the door to his room, she could sense that he was asleep. Normally very respectful of another’s privacy, she tapped lightly upon the door, even though she could feel images of the occupant’s dreams forming, ghostlike, in her own mind. With a soft mutter to herself about self-inflicted concussions and weak mental shields, she opened Logan’s door a crack to peek in.
Sprawled across his bed, face up and sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, Wolverine was nowhere near as intimidating as he could be fully awake and piercing one with his sharp gaze. That difference alone was enough to lure Jean further into the room. Noting the blood-stained clothing on the floor, she moved quickly to his bedside to make certain that he wasn’t in need of medical attention. A quick but thorough visual inspection assured her that he would heal, given rest and nourishment.
Moving quietly, aided slightly by her telekinetic powers, she pulled a light blanket up to cover him, then sat in a nearby chair to keep watch over him. In his exhausted slumber, Logan’s dreams were forceful and vivid, penetrating her weakened attempts at shielding with incredible ease. Without realizing it, Jean became an unwitting spectator, along for the ride, tasting his bitter disappointment and hurt with no control on where Logan’s mind was taking them and no way to ease the man’s mental and emotional discomfort.
Wolvie6
Wolverine
Posts: 479
(5/10/06 2:31 am)
Wolverine growled at the men standing over him, but
they didn't move or show any fear, they just looked
at him silently... waiting. Wolverine's eyes shifted to each of them in turn, trying to figure out what they wanted.
"Logan?" The man closest to him said and Wolverine looked at him. "We're here to help you," the man explained, his voice was very familiar but his face was blurred as it always was in his dreams. "Do you understand?" he asked as Wolverine stared at him. The feral then stretched his neck forward, lowering his head in a predatory fashion. "We're going to take you out of here, Logan," The Man told him.
"No," Wolverine growled. "Go away."
"I can't do that, Logan," The Man replied, shaking his head sadly. "You really need to come with us, so we can help you." The Man replied.
"I don't need yer kind o' help," Wolverine growled menacingly.
"We're not going to hurt you," The Man told him in a soft and soothing tone as he took a slow step forward. Wolverine straightened his back, snarling at The Man and the four men with him watched as the hair on Wolverine's arms and chest rippled like a wave and stood on end, then his dark mane bristled and fanned out.
'Raising his hackles' in this manner served to make Wolverine seem larger than he actually was, a natural and passive way to intimidate his enemies. It was an instinctual response, not a conscious one and it was a part of Logan's mutation that few people had ever actually witnessed, although after battle he always did look a bit 'crazed' and disheveled, so the action didn't come as a complete surprise to The Man.
"Logan, please don't make this harder than it has to be," The Man spoke calmly. "We are prepared to take you out of here, but we would rather you come of your own accord."
"I'm sure you would," Logan replied with an evil smirk.
~ ~ ~ ~
As his dream took form and the foggy mist of newly-formed images receded, Logan's system began to react to the re-lived memories. He moaned softly in his exhaustion that anyone would barely have heard it if they'd been in the room. His heartrate began to speed up though as the images flickered and fast-forwarded to the next notably stressful moment on this particular day from his past.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Everything is fine, Logan," The Man stated again softly. The
compassionate tone of his voice served to comfort most
of his patients and at this particular moment he was hoping that Logan would be no different. "No one here wishes to hurt you." Wolverine's eyes scanned the group of men then returned to the man speaking.
"Then why do I have to leave this room?" Logan asked,
his voice low and distrustful.
"Because there are much more comfortable places for us to talk," The Man told him. "That is all we wish to do. We just want to talk to you."
"So talk," Logan challenged, his eyes narrowing in challenge.
"Not here," The Man countered. "Out there," he said, gesturing toward the open door. As Wolverine glanced in
that direction, the tall redhead near the door moved quickly to recover his stance; to hide the object he'd just been handed by someone unseen on the other side of the door, but he wasn't quick enough.
Wolverine did a quick double take, his eyes flaring with rage. The tall redhead froze in surprise at having been caught in the act. His hesitation was only momentary, but it would cost him dearly. With a surge of anger, and without hesitation,
Wolverine spun around and was on the man so fast that
he had no time to react.
"Traitor!!" Logan screamed as his fist slammed the younger man right between the eyes. Instead of falling backward into the lab, the young orderly became pinned against the doorjamb while Logan pummeled him in rampant fury.
Wolverine had been standing still one moment and was on the move the next and although they had fully expected The Wolverine to put up a fight, his actions had been dealt out so quickly and so viciously that it actually took a few seconds for the situation to register in their minds.
One of the other orderlies who was closest, got to them first. He grabbed onto Wolverine, trying to pull him off of the young red haired orderly who was desperately trying to protect his head and face as Wolverine's metal-filled fists wracked him
relentlessly.
Logan's rage had always served to make him stronger, quicker and more unstoppable and he easily dislodged Orderly #2 with one powerful sweep of his arm. As he slammed into a nearby wall, the wind knocked out of him, The Man and a colossal-sized orderly standing next to him moved quickly to tackle Wolverine. The three men were sent sprawling onto the floor by the sheer force of the two large powerhouses as they each tried to seize control of the smaller man.
But Wolverine was incredibly agile for a man of his size and build and he was able to twist around beneath the force of the blow; evading capture and allowing him to maintain his hold on the redhead who'd betrayed the words their leader was conveying in order to gain his trust. Wolverine pulled the injured man along with him as the momentum threw him toward the center of the lab.
Logan's bare feet scrambled for purchase on the tile floor and, once he found it, was on his feet instantly. He snarled at the object the young man had been holding before the attack, which now lay on the floor nearby. Before Logan could move to pick it up, another man teleported in, grabbed the suppression collar and was gone again in the blink of an eye.
The acrid odor left behind by the dimensional jumper stung Wolverine's heightened sense of smell and burned his eyes and throat. The effects slowed him down enough to allow the other two to regain their feet.
The giant orderly grabbed onto Wolverine, wrapping his arms
around Logan's torso and dragged him across the room.
Wolverine grabbed onto the redhead's white uniform shirt and dragging the injured man in tow, continuing with his punches as he pulled his prey across the tiled floor.
The others watched with growing concern as Wolverine continued to battle their teammates with savage brutality. They stood, nearly in shock, watching the horrific scene
being played out before them. The medical staff had their hands full, much as they'd been warned prior.
The Chief Medical Officer in charge of Logan's case was well-experienced in the de-programming of the government's secret agents... the rogues, as they were labeled. CMO Daniels knew better than what he was simply told though, and suspected, correctly, that Special Agent Logan - a mutant - had been another unwilling participant in the governments' secret weapons programs.
He'd hoped this would go smoother than it had, and this show of force that his team was now acting out would solve nothing and only served to give Logan a viable reason to release his vindictive rage.
From the other side of the room, the rest of the medical staff stared in horror as the brutal assault on the fallen orderly continued. The redhead tried to break free of Logan's grasp but his repeated attempts to escape the frenzied fury of The Wolverine failed. Logan was so focused on his target that he didn't even fight back as the attempts to restrain him
persisted. He just kept a tight grip on the orderly's clothes as the others dragged him toward the infirmary.
"Traitor!" Logan roared over and over again. Daniels was finally able to grab onto one of Wolverine's legs just as another orderly raced forward and wrenched the injured man free of Logan's grasp.
When Wolverine realized that he had lost his prey, he
reflexively kicked out with his free leg and caught the young man square in the face. Blood exploded from the redhead's mouth and nose and he nearly lost consciousness. The
tremendous crushing force produced by Logan's powerful
kick against his teeth split the man's lower lip wide and
deep.
Daniels grappled for Logan's free leg and when he finally
caught it he had to hold on for dear life. It was only then that Wolverine understood his predicament.
Logan's intense fear of being pinned down and unable to move took over and he bucked and strained frantically against the hold the staff had on him. The Canuck might be short and stocky but he had enormous strength, Daniels noted mentally. His team was firmly reminded of that when they were nearly thrown off balance by Logan's desperate flailing.
"Traitor!" Logan shouted out at the young man as he was carried away. "You'll pay, you murdering savage!"
The injured orderly got shakily to his knees with blood
pouring from his mouth and nose. He mumbled a response to Logan's name calling as he tried not to choke on his own blood. "Look who's talking," he managed, unable to close his
mouth.
As Logan was carried away, soon to be put in restraints, he heard the staff talking amongst themselves in the aftermath of the violence they'd just witnessed. Their words echoed in his mind and in his dreams many years later.
"They messed up his mind. He doesn't know who we are... or where he is... or who to trust."
"They made him crazy."
"They messed with his mind."
"He doesn't know who to trust."
"Messed with his mind.."
"Doesnt' know who to trust..."
"... who to trust... who.. to trust..."
Logan jerked awake with a loud gasp, then lay frozen for a moment on his bed. His chest heaving like bellows, sucked in copious amounts of air that his racing heart demanded. His eyes stared wide, yet unfocused, toward the ceiling as the fog slowly cleared from his brain, then he blinked and glanced to the left. Recognizing his bathroom door standing open and the soiled jeans he'd left on the floor, he realized where he was and, with a groan, he rolled to the side of the bed and dropped his feet over the edge. Sitting up, he sighed loudly as he raked his hands through his sweat-dampened hair. The dreams were returning... again.
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( Disclaimer: The dream sequence above is a scene taken from one of my own stories, altered slightly to fit within this RPG. So if anyone happens to recognize it, I stole it from myself. - Wolvie6 )
JeanEGreyMD
Phoenix
Posts: 117
(5/10/06 7:37 pm)
Jean own soft gasp echoed Logan's as he woke suddenly from his nightmare, pulling her with him back into self-awareness. Her breath, only slightly slower than his seemed unnaturally loud to her, but could not be, some part of her mind retorted, registering the fact that even the Wolverine's acute hearing had not picked up on it.
Logan's groan followed by his heavy sigh as he swung his feet off the bed and sat up, cut through the haze lingering in Jean's mind and squeezed her heart. The tip of her tongue sneaked out to moisten dry lips and she gathered a small breath and all of her courage before softly calling his name, "Logan... Logan, are you alright?"
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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