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
Mez was surprised at least in the fact that smile crept across her face. "You all remember what I said about strength being relative right. Well say something like this happens to you." Mez said. It was hardly the first time he had been grabbed before. Mez didn't hesitate and continued with the move soon after nearing the wall.
"This is what some guys like to do, use their strength to over-power or intimidate someone." Mez said after grabbing her collar and lifting his legs off the ground so that everyone could see Tanya's head grow closer to the wall. He stopped himself just before Tanya's head was about to hit the wall.
Mez rose again and tried to get rid of some of the animal in Tanya. "You can let go of me." He said smiling. "If I did that a bit faster her head would be in the wall. Because as she's charging me I drop all my weight down and land on the ground while she hits the wall. Confused and hurting I have a clear shot to the groin." Mez said showing his hand. "Now a punch to the groin would hurt but not as much as a chop and tearin the hell out of em." Mez said chopping using his fore-arm to illustrate the move. "I'd say a man would very likely reevaluate his position with a high note of soprano's after a clean shot to the nuts." Mez said.
"It's a bit more effective when the opponent is a man but a woman is alright too." Mez said smiling. "Alright now Tanya since you clearly got da animal in you, come at me again." He said keeping his hands out by his waist in a fist.
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Re: Kitchen/Psylocke/Tags: Mez, Jubi, Psy, Amara, China, TNT
The grin on Tanya's face if anything had grown more savage. She had decided to visualize Mez as her father, which was not a good thing. She pulled herself back. She might not have had formal fighting experience, but she knew a few tricks only women would know. Tanya then proceeded to move, quickly.
The moves were not agressive, they were more a dance, albeit a modern one which involved a lot of change of height and shifting and twisting. Tanya put her hands together above her head and then she began to sway her hips quickly, bringing her hand down, still crossed at the wrist. The strike was fast and sudden. Her hands jutted out one hand towards the groin the other towards the face. Even this strike was a farce as Tanya moved in and jammed her foot down hard on Mez's foot.
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Mez wondered why Tanya began to move her hips. Perhaps her knowledge of fighting was more then she had let on. At such a short range Mez's own training prevailed. Mez stepped to the side and blocked the strike to the face with and inward block across his face. Mez slid his foot back and let the strike to the foot come down.
Mez's body was facing outside to the right and away from Tanya. Mez punched her in the soloplex the area between the chest and the groin where the diaphragm was , not something he had intended to do. Mez stepped in and put his right foot behind Tanya's right. Mez was now on the side of Tanya, his body facing the opposing direction.
Her grab hold of her arm with his left wrapping it around his. He used his right arm and grabbed by the throat and lifter her off the ground. He took her down her waist going over his legs. Her body hit not quite as hard as it should have. Mez bent down at the knees resting her right arm on his left thigh. Mez still kept her in a choke position securing her. He didn't feel he needed much force, to get her to tap. Mez leaned more weight on Tanya's right-side with his knee into her ribs until she tapped out. At which point, he grabbed her and brought back up almost as quickly as he brought her down.
Mez straigtened himself and dusted off his hands. Mez's face was blank and his tone serious. "You got the incentive to fight but not yet the sharpness. If you're going to attack someone attack them, and that doesn't include a stomp on the foot." Mez said to her. "You got the aggression and the potential but not the control. You just do whatever's and I guarantee you you'll end up flat-lining on the floor."
Mez brought his hands back in front of his waist resting in a loose fist. "Now try again, except this time grab my wrists." Mez said to her. "This is in case some drunk asshole starts goin 'Oh c'mon baby girl why you gotta be like that?'" Said Mez in a drunken voice. "Fightin' isn't about the pleasure, its about knowin how to fight and never doing it. Because believe it Tanya no amount of training can be exchanged for the real thing. And the real thing is everything." Mez held up his right-palm. "I hope this shows you, it taught me never to grab a knife by the blade." Mez said bringing his hand back down. "Now attack my wrists and quit foolin around, you attack me like that again in the street I would do nothing but laugh, and then eat you up like a poptart sweet in the middle." He said his tone unchanging, he meant what he said, the last statement not meant for humor.
Tanya's enjoyment of this would become her undoing she would have to concentrate.
Edited by: Mezeker808 at: 1/28/06 3:17 am
Re: Kitchen/Psylocke/Tags: Mez, Jubi, Psy, Amara, China, TNT
Tanya managed to focus her anger. She reminded herself he did not know who she really was. She would have her revenge. The laptop was within walking distance. "Excuse me for a moment, I forgot there was something I have to take care of," Tanya said, bowing from the waist and walking over to the center of her power. She narrowed her eyes as she still didn't have her glasses.
The second her fingers touched the keyboard, there was something different that became her. Tanya's physical shell remained, the emotional persona ebbed as Tanya's finger made rapid contact. It was scary seeing her work, all the anger, all the hatred, focused into her fingers and into the lines of code she was programming. She was using a java-script program. She had no purpose, this was how she blew off steam, by programming viruses.
If anyone had so muched as touched her right now, she would have bit them. The lines of code moved faster and faster as Tanya brushed one strand of hair out of her face. Soon the page began reeling downwards and the lines of text became so complicated that if you weren't familiar with Java, you wouldn't know what the hell she was doing. The code became longer and more complicated until she reached the last line of her impromptu virus, which she was going to call Quasimodo's Revenge. Why? She thought it sounded cool.
Tanya pulled up Google, googled Mez's full name and began looking for a contact adress. He was not getting out of this easy.
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Mez wondered what Tanya's intentions and motives were for leaving so quickly. Mez hoped that she didn't feel insulted by his behavior but she would didn't look like the person you just talked to. They were strong and neeed to be shown.
Mez stepped closer to Tanya and stood next to her. Although rude he did it anyway. After filing through and enourmous amount of code she typed up his name in a search.
Mez kept his hands behind his back his posture incredibly straight and his voice and demeanor none the less important. 'I'm going to pretend that I doun't have an idea what it is that your up to." Mez said looking straight at her. "But remember something, you are a child, if this is how you solve your difference's with someone then that is what you are. Because life isn't some game that you play with." Mez said grabbing the Lap-top and turning it away from Tanya. 'It isn't a game that you can manipulate through lines of code. If you have a problem with the way I am treating you tell me so. Don't go on about pouting and having a fit because I called you on what you were doing wrong." Mez said to her his expression blank.
"You had that look in your eye's Tanya. It was a look of savage hate for someone now that kind of anger is reserved someone a whole lot worse then I am. I know because I had a father that beat me too." said Mez. "But you wanna know what I did: I became better. I became the better man that my father ever was. You keep having these tantrums to escape reality and you'll always be running from the world. You'll never find peace. Even here away from your father. It's up to you if you want to repeat the cycle once more." Mez turned after he spoke making the lap-top again face Tanya. Mez went back to his seat and sat down, drinking from his water bottle.
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"No!" Tanya screamed. He had broken the one cardnel rule he had touched her laptop. She stood and the fury in her eyes spoke years of anger repressed. True she had fought with her father, but she had never gotten rid of all the hatred she held towards him. The savagery in her voice was shocking even for her.
She spoke in Russian, such was her fury, "You dare to condemn what I do, you dare? You massacre people, you train to desomate ways of life. I wasn't going to do anything to you. It's how I manage anger, I allow myself to be tempted by Satan, but not once have I ever given into my impulse. I only do what I am good at, nothing more. I have never destroyed a life. I am unlike the others in my world."
Her cheeks were flushed as she advanced upon him, although she might have been shorter she commanded her energy and her presence well. Tanya despite her having used her power earlier could begin to percieve the rips in the time stream around her. She didn't care if she died, she would show him what she was made of. Again her voice was low and in Russian, "I have never killed, I have never broght destruction. I have done nothing that has harmed anyone. I have learned what I did in the past which is more than I can say for you. I have learned from the laws I have broken. You know nothing of my world. If I wished it, you would be in a far worse place than a time stall right now, you would be without home, without country, without family. I have never once taken an identity, I have never once in retrobution sent a virus. That which have done which has trangressed the law has been for my own survival."
Again she stepped foreward and raised her hand. She focused hard and the time stall built around it. She could feel her lungs laboring in her chest. She stood, the personification of Alecto, Megora, and Trisephone better known as the furies. She spoke in English at long last, "Your father isn't responsible for your mother's death. Your father isn't planning to extrimanate your kind. My father is. He is preparing to bring about the end of mutants, he can too. You would not have heard of Dr. Bolivar Trask, he is my father. Once you take a look at him, you will understand me, until you do, may this serve as warning from the people I come from."
Her hand waved and Tanya collapsed to the ground. Blood ran from her mouth. She curled into a fetal position. The stall of time she had attempted had been unsuccessful.
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He thought the girl was a nut-case. Mez got down and took his hanky with him. Mez turned Tanya over on her side and wiped the blood on her mouth. "You got more problems then I do he whispered. He flattened her body out and laid her down. Mez reached for his duffel bag and took out a small stick of unknown substance.
Mez uncapped it and lightly took a wiff. Mez winced the smell was completely odiferous. Mez took the stick and placed the smelling salts under Tanya's nose. If that didn't wake her probably nothing would. "Meikulu mei baas mphanlandani mnyamani Tanya Natalie Trask" Mez said rocking back and forth the stink from the smelling salts causing vapor to rise from it.
Edited by: Mezeker808 at: 1/30/06 9:04 pm
Re: Kitchen/Psylocke/Tags: Mez, Jubi, Psy, Amara, China, TNT
Tanya remained motionless. Her body was in some sort of shock state. Her mind not presant. Her body just shifted slightly and then went limp again. She lay on the floor, a corpse almost. Her heart beat was faint and her breath was weak. She was living, yet for all intensive purposes dead.
The smelling salts did nothing. Tanya was as the dead, blood still flowing from her mouth, her left hand still clenched in rage. She was savage still in death, her features still containing the anger. If she came to, it would not have been a good thing. Perhaps death would be good for her.
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Mez found a towel to support Tanya's head. Mez didn't know what to do. In many ways Tanya reminded Mez of himself when he was a younger man. Even more rash and less logical and more likely to impale you rather then look at you. Mez couldn't deal with the guilt of having a young girl die in his arms from something he found himself responsible. Mez held onto to Tanya and continued to chant in a whisper. He put his forehead against her's hopefully to bring her back to life to exchange her dying breaths in exchange for hers.
Edited by: Mezeker808 at: 1/28/06 5:09 pm
Re: Kitchen/Psylocke/Tags: Mez, Jubi, Psy, Amara, China, TNT
Tanya's mind was still in the void, her body was slowly coming to. Her breath was more regular, her heart beat stronger. Her body was still weak. Her left hand unclapsed. Her eyes remained closed as she gathered what was left of her strength for a single phrase, "Get away from me."
It was spoken softly. It was weak, but the cruelty and hatred was still there. It was all the more lethal as Tanya's body shifted, spasmed almost in pain. Her body couldn't take it. Not much longer like this. She pooled all of her anger, it was the only thing animating her body know, keeping her from passing into the shadow realm. Her wrath was sustaining her. It was enough for a second phrase, "Get...lavander...now!" The order was soft spoken. Lavander had helped Tanya in the past. It might help her now.
Tanya had to focus on her anger to keep her mind aware. Blood had ceased running from her mouth as her body convulsed again. It was like watching an epilectic seizure. Tanya's body writhed in agony, she could feel the time stream ripping into her flesh and bones. Tanya let out a single high-pitched scream, and then silence. She was fading again.
Mez finally gained some progress with Tanya only for her to start to fade. "Where's Lavander?" Mez asked hoping for an answer.
Mez stopped chanting but kept his fore-head pressed against Tanya's. "You told me you have a boyfriend Tanya...how would he feel if you just decided to give up and die before he even got a chance to look at your smile." Mez said to her in a whisper. "There is much hate in you Tanya, keep it locked up this way and you will die. I don't think the power you have is killing you, it's yourself, you murder your own soul with the hate that resides in." Mez said to her in soothing voice. "Listen to my voice, girl, listen, whatever evil is inside of you let it go now" He said to her, trying to keep her conscious.
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"I told you to get away from me!" Tanya yelled, loud, clear. Her body shot up and her eyes were blood shot. Blood poured out of her mouth, almost liberally, but the body was alive. It was animated by rage, hatred sustained her. She pulled herself up slowly. Her eyes burned with intense passion, a dark thing if there ever was one. She mustered all the strength into standing without aid. It was a testement to the power of her rage. "And the people shall be opressed, every one by another, and everyone by his neighbor. Isaiah, chapter 3, verse 5," Tanya said.
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Tanya did something than that shocked even herself. She grabbed a glass, put it under her mouth and collected some her blood. She then procceeded to wipe the floor where her blood had been spilled. She then drank her own blood. It was a self recyclic gesture. She would not be stopped.
Tanya knew her old testament better than her new testament and she had to think for a while. She stood, tall proud almost, her rage was ebbing, but she would not let any see it. She would go on a walk about, cool herself, or kill herself. She didn't see the point. She had been violated, the untouchable one had been touched. She had been violated, death was better than dishonor at this point.
There may be blood throught the land of Egypt, both in vessels of wood and in vessels of stone. Exodus, Chapter 7, Verse 19," Tanya said. She turned with this and began to walk out of the kitchen. She nearly collapsed but her hand shot out and grabbed the counter top. She stayed there breathing hard, gatherin her anger to fuel her journey.
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Mez's his gaze unwavering, the psychological problems of Tanya were more then what Mez was qualified to handle. "I'm sorry that had to happen." Mez said to the rest of the group. Mez sat down and stared to drink his glass of water. "So much for that" he thought to himself.
Edited by: Mezeker808 at: 1/30/06 9:12 pm
Re: Kitchen/Psylocke/Tags: Mez, Jubi, Psy, Amara, China, TNT
“Behold, the Lord maketh the earth empty, and maketh it waste, and turenth it upside down, and scattereth abroad the inhabitants thereof. The book of Isaiah, Chapter 24, Verse 1,” Tanya spat back. She fought verse with verse. She had learned of a god of wrath and of hatred. She had accepted a doctrine of hellfire and brimstone. Tanya was the servant of a God who didn’t care and who would destroy the world. “Give up, Gabrielle, there are far more examples of God’s wrath than of his kindness,” Tanya spoke. She knew how to manipulate anger, years of living in a house filled with constant battle had attuned this sense in her.
Before he could respond or do anything, Tanya turned and spat in his shadow. It was the most ancient of all curses, passed down in families for generations. It was a curse of the soul, a display of total hatred. Tanya then stormed past him, grabbed the laptop, and walked out of the kitchen. He would pay for his sins, they would all pay.
Quote:“Give up, Gabrielle, there are far more examples of God’s wrath than of his kindness,” Tanya spoke
Mez gathered up his jacket and Garrison cover and squared himself away. He left the poi out for anyone who wanted it. "I hope I haven't overstayed my welcome." He said to the remaining people present. "There's a bunch of poi left and Lomi-salmon, when you ladies are finished with it please put it in the fridge, the Poi won't be good for too long." He said with fiddling with a small smile trying to find the better mood. "I've got to put my stuff away, if you need me I'll probably be by the lake." Mez said tipping his hat to everyone and cleaning off the remaining dishes. He wiped off his hands with a towel, he picked up his dufflebag and quietly left the Kitchen for his rack.
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Mez's room/1544hrs/Tags:Open
Mez reached his room, finally after asking for directions for about an hour. He had to ask where the rooms were, and people kept checking his papers about it, some apparently didn't have to because they already knew...something that disturbed the young James.
Mez opened the door open and dropped his dufflebag. Mez took out his posters and pictures of his sister and brothers. Himself in his Dress Uniform the day he got his Butter Bar, a proud day for him, his father himself with a creased and gruff look on his face. Mez put a poster of Oda Nobunaga and Tsukuhara Bokuden. The poster copy of the Ancient artwork depicting Nobunaga in a black set of armor his hand on the handle or "tsuka" as it was known in Japanese.
Mez wasn't allowed to bring his blades with him. He wouldn't remove them or carry them with him. Not only would he not, but the chances were he couldn't even if he wanted to. With the tight rules on what was brought on luggage it would be almost impossible for him to bring a pair of highly sharpened blades.
Mez sat down on his bed and took out his Dress Uniform and the various pants and shirts for his Service Uniforms and hung them up in the closet. Mez then took out the cleanly folded Camouflage Utility Uniforms and set them at the base in one of his drawers. Chances were that he wouldn't need them. He wasn't allowed to wear the cammies unless he on base or going into combat and chances of that happening here we're probably slim to none.
Took out two pairs of tan "rough-side out" boots and boot them at the base of closet with two pairs of slippers, shoes and sneakers into his closet. Mez started to unload the rest of his more formal and casual clothes into his drawers and took off his jacket and placed the jacket on hanger. Mez put up a medium-sized poster of Chesty Puller near his bed next to the poster of his Japanese heroes. Mez unpacked all his belongings and neatly put them in order.
Mez started reaching the bottom of his bag and came closer to something that he may get in trouble for bringing. Mez looked up and saw that he had left his door open and a little boy was staring at him. Mez met his gaze and boy ran off almost as soon as Mez looked at him. Mez walked over to his door and locked it shut.
Mez changed from his uniform to a black tank top and a pair of local motion shorts and sat down on his bed. This was one heck of nice place way better than the dorms at NYU. Mez lied down and sighed. He found his peace after a few moments
Mez unlocked the door to his room and stepped out. Shaking his head from side to side, he loosened up and locked his door once again with a key, no one would go in there unless they had some other intention. Mez took a pair of slippers with him and went outside asking finding his way outside the mansion to the lake outside.
Home Sweet Home: *tag Professor X*
That despicable puttering sound revved up again as the yellow cab moved forward through the gates of the Xavier Estate. Hank McCoy, one recent addition to the elite team of mutants called the X-Men, sat reserved in the back seat of the old, odiferous vehicle.
“You live in this place, bub?” The cabbie said, with an accent disgraceful to all of mankind and a face to match it. “You’d have to be filthy stinkin’ rich to live in a –“
“I work for the man who lives here, and that is all you need to know,” McCoy responded rashly. He didn’t take well to people who asked too many questions about the school, primarily because he didn’t know what kind of information was best suited for giving away to the public. Soon, though, his worries about the man’s responses to him culminated as the grungy, detestable vehicle squealed to a halt and the back door was opened. Proceeding to the trunk of the car, McCoy grabbed his one, meager suitcase and unknowingly slammed the trunk shut, coming frighteningly close to impressing his handprint on the car permanently.
*CLICK CLACK*
His hard-soled dress shoes pattered on the cement steps leading up to the high-reaching door. His fleshy, round finger pressed against the doorbell, causing an audible ring on the inside.
Professor? he thought, trying to reach the man who sat over the facility.
The wind picked up briskly tugging at his medium-length locks of black hair as he waited on a response from his friend and mentor. Memories of the news reports flashed through his head, segment after segment on national television focusing on the cruise ship somewhere out there in the deep blue sea where two accursedly “violent” mutants had caused havoc. McCoy could only hope that the Professor had found a reason to believe the teens were innocent; it pained him to see mutants carrying out vile deeds. Anxiously he awaited a response to his arrival, ready and willing to help with whatever was needed of him. Edited by: Icey Noah at: 2/5/06 4:04 pm
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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