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
It had been such a long and entertaining talk China and Amara had but they were ready to do something else now.
"So, what do you want to do now?" China asked.
Amara shrugged, "I don't know. Hey! We can chat in your room."
"I'de like that," China said. The two got to their feet and left the ktichen, heading for China's room.
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Once there, China opened the door and the two entered. China's room was nice as Amara moved over to the bed and sat. China perched herself on the chair.
They continued their conversation as before.
OOC: I had nothing. The reason why I didn't post in a while. I put China and Amara here to keep them out of the way until something happens.
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Chamber
Where: Inside
Chamber had long since grown bored with the patio area. He felt as if someone had stuck glue on his feet keeping him there. But now, he was free and had walked back inside.
His destination was his room where he remained there, thoughfully staring at nothing and wondering what could happen next.
OOC: Sorry for the length. Had nothing more to say.
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Logan
With: Jean... and JC, in a way
Where: Breakstone Lake
When: Saturday evening/night
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“Lie back, Logan. Let me and the lake hold you. Release your cares for a little time and watch the stars appear to remind you that you are as much their child as any other being that ever dwelt here. We are all stars that have evolved into life.”
Logan turned slowly away from the scenery to look up at her, listening to her words. He looked up at the darkening sky to see the new stars of the evening beginning to peek through the blanket of darkness, winking at him. He turned to her again with a small smile on his face. Dragging his fingers slowly through the surface of the water, he thought about it for a moment then lowered himself to lie back as he spread his arms out to either side.
With a gentle application of her telekinetic ability, she augmented the water’s natural buoyancy enough to allow it to support Logan despite the concentrated mass of adamantium covering his skeleton. As the breeze teased tendrils of her flame-colored hair into dancing around her face, she smiled down at her companion, held lovingly in the water’s embrace.
Logan's arms slowly stopped their gentle sway, his eyes dancing with delight, as he realized there was no effort at all in remaining afloat. This was an experience he couldn't remember ever having before; to just lie on the surface of the water, motionless, was nearly an impossible feat for him without sinking like a rock within seconds.
He let out a deep breath, arching his neck slightly to look up at the night sky. His entire focus was on the sensation of being held aloft; being cradled, as it were, without movement or sound. All of his senses were on his surroundings; the night sky, the moon cresting the tree tops, the stars like diamonds blinking above, the cool breeze barely rippling the lake's surface, making the trees sway gently.
Some time passed, he didn't know how long, when from the corner of his eye he caught movement. Turning his head slightly he watched a large shadow emerge from the treetops and glide nearly silently overhead. Logan cocked his head with a curious expression as the golden owl seemed to be checking them out as well before going on its way. Instinctively, Logan sniffed at the scent trail left on the breeze. Lowering his feet, splashing quietly in the wooded silence, he stood up and stared after the nocturnal raptor.
Then he turned to look at Jean, his eyes meeting hers, then he looked down toward the water, smiling. "That was..." he paused, trying to think of the right words, then looked up at her again. "That was great. Thanks."
Not knowing what else to say, the grin still plastered on his face, he turned and made his way out to the shore and gathered up his clothes. Moving a short distance away from her, to give her privacy to don her own, he quickly dried himself with his tee shirt and began the daunting task of pulling jeans on over damp skin.
Once he'd squirmed back into them, he picked up his boots and socks, tossed the wet shirt to hang over his shoulder and turned again to wait for Jean to finish straightening herself. Together they walked the darkened path back to the mansion.
When they made it back to the patio, he noticed that all the residents had vacated the gathering area. Looking up, he noted most of the lights were now on in the rooms upstairs. Everyone was bedding down for a quiet evening. He sighed contentedly and looked at the redhead sidelong with a grin.
"Well, I guess it's time to say good night." Stepping toward the sliding glass door that led into the brightly lit kitchen, he turned with a crooked grin seemingly plastered on his rough features. "Thanks," he said again. That one word held a ton of meaning for him. Then he turned and stepped inside, heading to his room and a good night's sleep.
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Jean
With: Logan
Where: Breakstone Lake to the Mansion
When: Saturday evening/night
Jean sank slowly into the water beside Logan, floating and relaxing in her own way for a few moments, yet carefully insuring that her companion was continually supported. Once the cool water had washed the heat from her skin, she regained her feet and simply watched the play of expression across Logan’s face as he savored the experience. Patiently she waited and watched, giving him all the time he wanted to release the tension that had gripped him so tightly.
The shadow of a large bird, probably an owl on the hunt she thought, visibly caught his attention and back to the present. After watching the bird until it disappeared from sight, he caught Jean’s eye and smiled.
"That was..." he paused, trying to think of the right words, then looked up at her again. "That was great. Thanks."
“You are very welcome, Logan,” she answered quietly, returning his smile, but not feeling to need to disturb the peace that enfolded them with unnecessary words. Moving unhurriedly from the water, each occupied with their own thoughts, the two separated and donned their clothing for a quiet but comfortably companionable the walk back to the mansion.
Once there, they observed the mansion lit from the inside as the residents began to settle for the night. Chuckling softly in pleasure at the sound of his contented sigh, she looked down to find him grinning at her.
"Well, I guess it's time to say good night." Stepping toward the sliding glass door that led into the brightly lit kitchen, he turned with a crooked grin seemingly plastered on his rough features. "Thanks," he said again.
“Good night. Sleep well and peacefully,” she wished him as she watched him head off to his own room. Moving toward her own room, Jean mulled over thoughts about the man and her own reaction to him. “Any time,” she whispered, then wondered if it was in an answer to his expression of gratitude or a commentary on her own thoughts. The Mona Lisa smile that graced her lips carried over into her dreams.
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 128
(6/9/06 10:37 am)
Re: Taken Under His WingWho: X-23
With: JC
Where: Patio to Karika's Room
When: Saturday Late Night? REEEEEEEEEALY REEEEEEEALY early Sunday morning
*Backpost* JC played WITH PERMISSION
Karika had been extremely tired when Jonathon had showed her up the stairs into a GIGANTIC room. It wasn't gigantic by normal person standards, but to a girl like Karika who had spent most of her life in a 10 foot by 10 foot cellblock...it was luxury at its finest. She was so excited, she had almost forgotten to be tired...almost.
Jonathon had given her a shirt of his to wear to bed. It was a little strange...didn't he sleep in his uniform so that if there was an attack, she could fight at any time? But she did not ask, she merely unzipped the leather bodysuit and threw the shirt over her head. It was too big, that was for sure, but it smelled like him and instantly calmed her down.
As she went about looking at the room, Jonathon was explaining things to her. This stange white box on a wooden nighttable was a 'telephone'. He wrote the number down on pad by the bedside as a precautionary measure, but the mere dialing of the phone ingrained the tones into her head. She memorized his phone number without even knowing what it was. "If you need me, or are afraid, call me." He said, trying to assauge her fears. Karika didn't really understand why she was feeling scared about being left alone. At the complex, she begged for solitude. She wanted nothing more than for there to be no more doctors, no more training...it was all a new feeling to her.
As he finished going over the ground rules: No destroying the furniture, the bathroom was down the hall to the left, there was no leaving her room except if the whole place was on fire and, once again, telling her to call him if she got scared. Laying down on the soft, comfortable bed, he had given her another hug. Now, after the third time,she was starting to get the gist of it. He also leaned down a pressed a kiss to her forehead like Karika had seen mothers doing to their children at the park. Then he pulled the blanket over her and before Karika could even mutter a 'thanks', her eyes were closed firmly and she was asleep.
That had been hours ago now, and now Karika was not so sleepy anymore. In the middle of the night there had been a terrible noise! The house was settling in, the wood creaking and the branches outside moving around. She was terrified and she did not even know why. X-23 was a fierce warrior, she killed without thought, without reservation. She could trim that damn tree...but she couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach.
Without hesitating, she grabbed the phone and pressed the tones she remembered. As the ringing progressed, Karika had no idea what to do. Instead of waiting for someone to pick up...X-23 began to yell. "HELLO!? HELLO! JONATHON!?" Oooh...almost 2am and the good doctor would answer the phone to find Karika yelling.
Good morning, indeed.
Tags: Jonathon, over the phone
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Slowly, the strains of Moonlight Sonata pierced Jonathan's dreaming mind. For a moment, his dream shifted to years before in London and a dance with a beautiful, woman under the stars. Jonathan felt the old pangs of sorrow as the lavender eyed, raven-haired beauty slipped from his arms. As Marsi blew him a kiss and faded in the London mist, the music played on.
Forcing himself out of sleep and dreams of the one love of his life, Jonathan opened bleary blue eyes to see the bedside clock read 2 AM. Yet the music continued.
With a soft oath, he sprang from bed, realizing finally that the music was his cell phone. Jonathan had left it on the dresser instead of beside his bed. Swearing again as he tripped over some of Gryphon's toys left on the rug from their earlier play, he finally retrieved the phone, flipping it open.
"HELLO!? HELLO! JONATHON!?"
Jonathan held the phone away from his ear for a moment, waiting for the girl to take a breath. As soon as Karika paused for a brief second, he interjected, "Karika, dear heart, I am here. No reason to shout, baby."
In spite of still being mostly asleep, Jonathan's voice automatically pitched itself to be soothing and confident. Hoping he'd gotten her attention before she woke the entire mansion, he continued, "It's alright, Karika. Turn your light on first, take some deep breaths, then we'll talk."
Jonathan returned to prop himself up against a stack of pillows in his bed and wait for the girl to soothe herself and follow his instructions.Tag: Karika via telephone
Edited by: DrJonathanChase at: 6/9/06 6:40 pm
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 128
(6/10/06 4:57 pm)
Re: Taken Under His Wing
When the phone kept doing that horrible buzzing and Jonathon's soothing british voice had not yet spoken, Karika was almost in a state of panic. Over and over she had just kept yelling, "JONATHON?!" until finally he spoke over the strange box. "Karika, dear heart, I am here. No reason to shout, baby."
She was confused for several seconds. "No shout? Can hear Karika?" How could he hear her if she wasn't shouting? She was so far away...and yet, he sounded like he was right next to her when his voice was coming from the box. The fear must've been obvious to him, because he was trying to calm her down again. "It's alright, Karika. Turn your light on first, take some deep breaths, then we'll talk."
Looking over at the lamp, she reached over to turn it on...to find that the cord stretched with her. Ooh! A fun new thing to test out...once she stopped feeling like the world was falling down around her. Breathing heavily into the phone, she wrapped the blanket around herself to try and keep out the pre-dawn chill. "Jonathon." She said finally, "Loud noise. Outside." Though she was warm in bed, she shivered lightly.
There was so many things that could take her in the middle of the night while she slept...but just the sound of Jonathon's voice was already putting her back at ease. "Scared." She said finally and hoped he wasn't angry at her.
Jonathan listened and smiled, although he knew she could not see him. For the moment this fierce warrior, woman-child merely sounded like a frightened young girl.
"It was probably the wind in the trees, little one. It is getting quite windy outside. Wrap yourself up good and warm and leave your light on. I will come to you as soon as I can...it will be a few minutes though since I have to dress. I'll keep my telephone on and with me...talk to me if you need to." Even as he spoke, Jonathan was dragging out clean sweat pants and a T-shirt.Fifteen minutes later, Jonathan used his pass card and key to ease himself into the mansion, making sure to key his code into the alarm box quickly. Padding quietly into the kitchen, he fixed two cups of steaming hot cocoa before heading up the stairs to Karika's room.
Tapping at the door in warning, he called out softly knowing her sharp ears would identify his voice, then entered. Smiling at the young girl with her tousled hair, curled up in the blankets, the telephone receiver still in hand, he walked across the room and set one of the mugs of cocoa on the stand next to the bed.
"Careful, it is hot." He warned before moving over to drop into a nearby large overstuffed chair. "Now...I am here." He held up a book. "Drink your cocoa and relax. I will read you the story of Riki Tiki Tavi."Tags: Karika...
OOC: You may fill in as needed...shift some of JC's actions about if necessary.
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 129
(6/10/06 9:28 pm)
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Karika waited for a tirade that never came. Jonathon was not angry at her for showing fear, he showed compassion. "It was probably the wind in the trees, little one. It is getting quite windy outside. Wrap yourself up good and warm and leave your light on. I will come to you as soon as I can...it will be a few minutes though since I have to dress. I'll keep my telephone on and with me...talk to me if you need to." "Okay." She said softly and proceeded to pull the blankets up over her head so she was cucooned into her place.
The wind had been scaring her. She was in a new place...a place that she could not gauge. Yes, people seemed nice and friendly, and they did not seem to want to hurt her...but she knew, from all her training, that one should never get comfortable. Never let one's guard down. If she had not been so relieved to know that Jonathon was coming back, she wouldn't been angry.
For about fifteen minutes, she was soothed by his gentle breathing. She didn't dare hang up...she didn't even really know how to begin with and putting the phone down might result in Jonathon getting lost in the box. Before long she heard footsteps and her ears immediately perked. Snuggling tighter into the blankets, she squeaked into the phone. "Jonathon!"
His gentle knock and his voice immediately soothed her. Leaping up, she stood on her bed, with her comforter falling around her. She said nothing, as there were no words to describe the kind of relief she was feeling. Her hair was mussed from sleep and she looked childlike all bundled in her blanket. As he set the mug down, she immediately went to sniff it.
Never before had she seen the chocolate liquid, but she wanted to taste it immediately. Jonathon's voice halted her, "Careful, it is hot." He warned before moving over to drop into a nearby large overstuffed chair. "Now...I am here.""Drink your cocoa and relax. I will read you the story of Riki Tiki Tavi." Looking down, she noticed the steam and gently blew on it before taking a slow sip.
The cocoa warmed her inside and out and she was calm once again. "Story." She repeated and took another sip. Pulling the blankets over herself, she though very deeply about this school and Jonathon. Perhaps this is what it was like to have a father...and a family.
Tags: Jonathon
Re: Taken Under His Wing
Who: Logan
With: nobody... (just my luck...)
Where: his bedroom... then third floor
When: 2:20 am, Sunday
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He'd been tossing lightly as he dozed on and off, the distant sound of a child's voice kept pulling him from sleep. He hadn't realized the screaming voice was drifting down the corridors and open stairwells and perhaps vibrating through the very walls and floors of the mansion. But as the sound of footsteps padded passed his door, Logan's eyes popped open, alert this time.
He sat up and listened, staring at the door, his eyes moving suspiciously as he tried to identify the prowler. The sound of the footsteps got farther away, then changed their cadence and pace... 'climbing the stairs'. Someone had come up from the first floor, crossed through the second floor and was now heading up to the girl's dormitory floor.
His eyes narrowed as he wondered who that could be and where were they going and a moment later he threw off the loose sheet and went to the door, sniffing at the seam before opening it.
As he entered the hall, Logan looked in both directions then scented the air again; picking up the direction of travel he followed the trail down to the far end and up the stairs. His bare feet made no audible sound on the carpeted floor or the wooden staircase that wound up the back wall. Even the wisping sound of the satin material of his lounging pants would only be heard if one stopped specifically to listen for it.
Topping the stairs he repeated the scan in both directions, noticing a light on in a room not far away. He heard voices; kept low so as not to wake anyone but still clearly heard by him. His brow furrowed with concern and suspicion as he walked to the open door. Peering around slowly, Logan saw the young dark-haired girl sitting on the bed, sniffing at a mug of.... *sniff sniff*... hot chocolate.
Taking a step that centered him perfectly in the doorway, Logan watched as the man sat down in a chair and offered to read her a story. Wolverine's expression was a serious one, but not angry. More curious and sleepy than anything, now that he saw that nothing was so much amiss, as it was a scared young pup being comforted by her guardian. He watched the scene for a moment as the girl picked up her mug and blew at the steam, then sipped at it.
He really didn't know what to make of it, almost feeling a desire to join the small "family" in their cozy nook as the wind howled outside. 'Might be a storm comin' in... or passin' through', he thought offhandedly. Letting his eyes roam the room, just to be sure all was as it appeared, he noticed the phone receiver off the hook near the girl on the bed. Glancing at Chase, Logan realized the child's voice that stirred him from his sleep might've been her calling for her mentor.
Satisfied, that all was well inside the house, at 2 a.m. in the blessed morning, he turned without a word and walked back down the hall to the stairs.
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No tags needed, just a look at Logan's nocturnal prowlings. Edited by: Wolvie6 at: 6/11/06 2:41 am
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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