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
The Ice woman commeth...
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(1/7/06 3:29 pm)
Re: Re: Medlab/Afternoon-Tag: Fox
Wynter made sure Ben was secure and alright before moving on to the next bed, "Hi there. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. My name is Wynter. I am a doctor. Can you tell me what happened?"
Re: Medlab/Mana/Tags: Jackpot, Wynter
The medlab was up ahead, Mana hoping that teen was still within. She may have been drained, but milking a drug slowly from someone’s system didn’t exactly take that much out of her. Walking through doors still opening, the pyrokinetic healer looked around, eyes widening slightly to notice both Jean and Warren were no longer within.
She shrugged, “They must have been released after I left,” she said, to herself, searching for her intended target.
There he was, lying down, maybe waiting for her, maybe not, but she headed over anyway, laying a hand on his arm, gently, smiling in greeting to Wynter, “Heya, I’m back to help out,” she announced, “I must warn you though, when my healing power goes to work an Empathic link will open between us, so please let me know if you are uncomfortable with being linked to me pretty much for life,” she explained, waiting for Jackpot’s reply.
Re: Medlab/Jackpot/Tags: Mana, Wynter
"Empathic... " Fox was not to sure what it ment but at this time he did not care. "Sure"
If he had known what it meant of course he would of warned her about his mind listing statistics at this moment in time, much like an acountant crunching numbers in their own head when they had drank too much coffee ... only louder.
Re: Medlab/Mana/Tags: Jackpot, Wynter
Mana frowned. The guy wasn’t exactly fully with it enough to really make a decision either way. She decided when he realised what the link was she could close it off later if he didn’t want it around.
Moving around to his other side, so it was just as comfortable for her as well as for him, Mana moved her hand down to an exposed bit of flesh on his arm, eyes closing, concentration kicking in. Purple energy glowed all over her skin, her eyes now the same colour but left closed so as not to startle her patient.
Healing power flowed into his body, searching for and curing the ill, and Mana found herself with minors bruises and scrapes appearing all over herself before her own regenerative abilities engaged and healed them rather quickly.
Seconds passed, before the white substance, almost like milk, slowly started to trickle from two of the tiny needle punctures on the teenager’s arms. By now, he’d be starting to feel the effects of withdrawal, passing that stage to completely and utterly clean, now dealing with the fact reality was about to hit him smack full force in the face.
Re: Medlab/Mana/Tags: Jackpot, Wynter
Benjamin opened his eyes and looked around. 'This must be the med lab,' he thought to himself. He tried to move but found himslef much too weak to do so. He thought back, trying to remember why he was here, when it hit him. He must've had another 'explosion'. Just what he needed, to be responsible for probably blowing a hole in one of the walls on his first day. He laid back down and quickly went back to sleep.
Edited by: Loganfan2481 at: 1/19/06 12:07 pm
Seconds passed, before the white substance, almost like milk, slowly started to trickle from two of the tiny needle punctures on the teenager’s arms. By now, he’d be starting to feel the effects of withdrawal, passing that stage to completely and utterly clean, now dealing with the fact reality was about to hit him smack full force in the face.
The teenager didnt react for a moment, truth be told reality had hit him with the full force of a withdrawl headache and the odd feeling of dryness. Keeping his eyes shut for a moment he wondered why he was where he was, and further more what had inspired him to come to this place. He had realized or at least assumed by now his secret exsistancwe had been busted and cursed himself for a second. He opened one eye, a skill which was usful in his trade as he looked about this place that seemed to look like a science lab from a sci fi movie compleate with odd gizmos. His eye ball rooled to face Mana as he before he closed it again the light not a plesent thing at this moment in time.
"this is the place where the table fell apart right.."
He asked trying to find his bearings....
occ: sorry about the delay but i finally got a job aplication sent to me today :-D
Re: Medlab/Mana/Tags: Jackpot, Wynter
~Oooooh,~ Mana thought, feeling the headache, realising he was definitely within the withdrawal parts of the healing, hoping it would last long.
Quote:"This is the place where the table fell apart right…" he asked, trying to find his bearings...
Mana looked up at him, shaking her head, “No, this is the Medlab, you’ve been here for nearly half an hour or so now. I hurried back after I went back to where the table exploded to get some food,” she explained, letting go of him.
The milking of the drug should almost be done, and she was starting to feel dizzy again. She needed to go lie down for a while. “When you feel up to it,” she said, “Feel free to head out of here and off to do whatever,” swaying on her feet, Mana reached up to clutch her forehead, “Me, well, I need to go lie down,” she said, moving towards the door and out of the room.
With much difficulty later, she was pushing open her door, undressing herself, climbing into, then out of, the shower, redressing, and then climbing into bed, where she passed out pretty quickly, most likely about to sleep for the rest of the day.
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OOC: Moving Mana into the background due to me moving house and not being able to post for possibly two weeks. I am doing this early as I am going to be a very busy girl for the next couple days. Need to get things done so I don’t forget.
Rated G: "Situation? What Situation?"
Location: The Danger Room
Continued From: Xavier Mansion – Main Floors
After an agile stroll through the corridors of the X-Mansion and the access of a hidden in-wall elevator, Hank McCoy finally found himself in the modernized basement of the institute. With a faint dinging noise, the doors of the elevator opened up to reveal the chrome and silver themed room. “Welcome, Dr. McCoy,” a computerized voice echoed, scanning his neck for his personal DNA.
A few steps later, Hank found himself pulling out a drawer that was barely visible to the unknowing. Out of the drawer he snatched a gray, cotton sweatshirt that had a large, circled X embroidered into the breast. Removing his casual, collared shirt, McCoy slid the sweatshirt on, zipping it up halfway, leaving some hair visible on his chest. He proceeded to the Danger Room, pressing his fingerprint onto the pad and allowing the sliding doors to open. Upon entrance, he let his presence be known.
Re: Rated G: "Situation? What Situation?"
The danger room was empty save for a disk which stood about two feet tall with a small ramp. It stretched several feet in diameter. In the upstairs control room, Xavier sat, working a console.
"Greetings, Dr. McCoy. I will fill you in on what we know."
"This morning, Magneto arrived with word that two mutants had discovered the ascendency of their powers, in an out of control panicked response while aboard the cruise ship Olympia. The resulting damage had caused the authorities to suspect mutant terrorists had hijacked the ship, resulting in a U.S. amphibious battle group being diverted to attend to the issue. Magneto bought several instructors and students of the academy to the ship to effect a rescue. They travelled by way of that disk, a teleportation device connected to a similar device onboard his submarine base the Jonah's Whale, stationed about a mile from the ship in question."
"We have been able to effect the rescue of one of the mutants, one Andreas Koenig, but his girlfriend Felicia Morgan made the decision to join Magneto and his team."
"The passengers and crew of the Olympia have by now been rescued by helicopters from the amphibious group. There has also been a standoff between our group, Magneto, and a team of commandos, during which Magneto threatened the use of nuclear weapons. Fortunately, this was resolved without fatalities, but there have been grevious injuries among the commando team. Inexplicably, Magneto has also voluntarily surrendered the warheads. I suspect there is more to this and I fear we will need to be especially wary about his motives and intentions."
"But we now have an evolving situation. Magneto has abandoned his craft, and the Institute members have taken control. Members of the commando team have also gone onboard and damaged the TransPad ~ I'm sorry, that is the name of Magneto's teleportation device ~. I don't know what else is going on yet, the images are all jumbled, but we need to determine if it is possible to repair some of the damage on our end so we can assist as needed."
// Not as in character as I'd like but its a long info-dump and it is late
Ben awoke suddenly once again, not sure how much time had past since he "exploded" in the back yard, or when he woke up last. What he did know was that he was definitely dehydrated and also quite hungry. He tried to call out for anyone but his voice came out in a dry, sickly rasp followed by a coughing fit which made the back of his throat feel like it was on fire. "Somebody, help me," Ben managed before he fell out of his bed and landed on the cold, hard floor.
Re: MedLab
Ben brought himself up onto his elbows and began to crawl across the floor, towards the sink, figuring that if he at least got some water, he might be able to make it to the kitchen, if not his room. He finally made it to the sink and turned on the faucet, which he then cupped his hands under. Ben tried to drink as much as he could from his cupped together hands.
After about five minutes went by while Ben drank from his hands, finally feeling able to walk without tripping over his own feet. Ben then 'walked' out of the medlab, still using the beds and then the walls for support. As he left the medlab, he realized that he had no idea where he was in the mansion, and began walking(while leaning against the wall) towards the nearest other door that he could see in the hallway.
Re: MedLab
Ben tried to keep his weight on himself rather than on Jubilee, even though it was probably a good idea for him not to try and carry himself yet. "Basic needs," he rasped, his throat dry once again. "Food, water. Lots of both," he said, still trying to walk on his own.
Re: MedLab
Ben took the water and tried not to guzzle it all down at once, though he came close at first as he an Jubilee continued to the elevator. the two of them stepped in and headed to the floor above them.
MarinaBlack X-23/Stacy X
Posts: 95
(4/24/06 5:54 pm)
Jet Hangar
Stacy had blown off every one of them...she didn't need it today. Not on today of all days. Scrunching herself into a tiny ball in the blackness, she let her head rest on her knees. The X-Jet was not in it's hangar today, it was on some mission...not that Stacy knew that, she just wanted a dark spot to contemplate life as she knew it. And life was looking about a bright as the darkness she sat in right now.
Maybe Mez was right, she was just a bitter slut who should shut her dirty mouth. Okay, fine. He was right, she was a bitter slut with a dirty mouth...but it was all she knew. If she had been sweet and pure, she'd have been gang raped before she had a chance to fill her birth control perscription. It was very difficult for her to live with that image imprinted in her mind; she remembered the first time she got in a scary situation like that. It had been her second night at X-Ranch. She was given a large allowance of company money for clothes, "toys" and other necessities.
Stacy had relished in having money and she had hoarded most of it, spending only on a few sexy outfits and the like. The man she slept with first had paid her 2000 dollars extra for her virginity. That didn't mean she hadn't cried for hours afterward. She only had one client that night. But after that point, she had hardened her heart and she had opened her legs...and she was a rich woman for it. In monetary means only; spiritually she was desolate and mentally, she was just as ravaged.
Sex for money was not an ideal profession for a girl Stacy's age. She was 18...though had the experiances of a woman twice her age. Four years she had been doing that, each day becoming even worse. Easy money, lying on a bed...just as well they never saw the hate that was in her head...and it was there. It was very real, and it was still plauging her.
Running her fingers through her dark hair, she sighed. Staring straight ahead she let her mind wander...god, she just wished that there was someone who understood.
Re: Foyer-Jet Hangar/Mana/Tags: Stacy
It was one thing to have something explained to her, it was a whole another to actually understand fully what was trying to be expounded, then, Mez and Rawiri had gotten to talking about stuff. It was Stacy’s outburst, and angry leaving of the room that Mana had not only heard but felt, thanks to a new burgeoning link developing between them.
Not wanting to interrupt the talk going on between the others, and realising she couldn’t just let Stacy leave like that, Mana revelled in the fact her feet were now completely healed, turning to follow after Stacy a short time after Proteus had left. The girl’s sadness and anger reverberated in her head, but to respect her privacy Mana would not go any further to find out exactly why Mez’s words had caused such a drastic reaction out of her.
Dizziness hit the pyrokinetic healer as she reached the turn in the hallway, placing a hand against the wall to steady herself, and in the time it took to recover, Stacy had disappeared, Mana leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. Perhaps the teen wanted to be left alone; perhaps she wanted a shoulder to lean on but didn’t know where to find one.
Perhaps Mana would show her that she could lean on hers, and prove to her just how wonderful, or annoying, whichever way she wanted to look at it, a telempathic link with someone could be.
Soon, she was leaning against the back of the lift, riding it down to the sub basement levels, following the ‘feeling’ of someone who really wasn’t in the best of states, and if Stacy was anything like Mana when so angry and upset, she could do something stupid and may later regret.
~Take a look at that,~ Mana thought, unable to hide her love for the Blackbird, before following the presence of the teen she was down there to locate. “Ah, hey, Stacy, sorry, but, you know, having this link between us now means I know and can feel when you are upset. You can tell me to go away or whatever, but if you need to talk,” and at this point Mana stopped, “I’m here,” waiting for her answer before she went any further closer to the girl.
OOC: Would you like to continue this in a Player to Player JP, sweet?
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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