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
Whilst Fox was sneaking around the crowds, he came into sight of two people. Both of them did not look American either..
~Tourists...~
Fox thought. On further observation Fox noticed the two where starting to walk off. Fox had a hunch it would be to follow the pair. He just felt something good may come of this, his intuition was usually right about these things. Mingling back into the crowds Fox followed the two as they made their way out of the crowd intending to follow them. And Since Fox assumed the two where tourists, they would be most likely. This hotel might have a spare room he could sneak in to and use for the night, it was a shifty plan but it was better then sleeping on the streets again tonight.
Re: Mansion: Magik Tags: Colossus
Illyana followed her older brother inside the glorious mansion. It looked just how she remembered it from all those years ago.
Soon, they came to the front door and went inside...
Illyana stood back to allow her brother to lead the way to wherever he'd like to talk.
OOC: Sorry if slightly moving Colossus wasn't OK! I can edit this if necessary, but I just wanted to get things moving...
Also... Should this be continued in a new thread in the Ground Floor area? If so, Colossus' player can just continue this there, cool?
The Grand Entrance
Who: Jubilee
When: During the concert
Jubilation Lee, a petite Asian girl dressed in a pair of black pants, a black belly shirt, her favorite yellow trenchcoat and a pair of black Converse Chuck Taylor high tops stood on the outside of the crowd, trying to listen to the band. 'They kinda suck, but then again this could be history in the making. Plus, it's not like I'm not at the school, it's like two feet away,' she thought to herself, shifting the weight of her backpack. She sent the taxi cab over to the school to drop off the rest of her stuff, hoping that they wouldn't steal it. It wasn't all that valuable, her aunt was mailing that stuff to her in a week or two, but it was her's. Biting her lip, she started regreting coming over here.
Re: Concert/Kitty/Pyro/Betsy/Tags:Plot Master,Jubes,etcOOC: JP between Mana (Pyro), Katie (Psylocke), & April (Shadowcat).
Quote:Kitty looked around, "THAT may prove difficult. The ones on the tripods will be no problem. Hmm you said something about the whole God thing? OOO Idea! Milk the thought that an 'angel' is coming to distribute His wrath or something, I guess." she shrugged.
Leaning his head to the side, John thought about how to play out Kitty’s suggestion. ~Okay, so, that isn’t exactly going to be easy, Kitty,~ he thought, glancing around the area, trying to figure out from which angle to come from.
Quote:Then, Kitty spoke to her: "Hey it seems to work well for you. Think you can use your powers to make people think I'm flying or appear to be 'angelic?' Maybe 'hide' my face or something? Make it appear as a bright light, or just ME as a bright light for that matter?"
Betsy smiled. "I think that can be arranged..." she said, beginning to get into their little scheme.
Shadowcat’s suggestion to Psylocke brought a grin from the flame manipulator. Now, it seemed, the plan might just work. With Betsy agreeing to it all, John spoke up, “Okay, so, you are the telepath here, Psylocke, we’ll leave it up to you how you go about it,” the smirk clear on his face, “This should be very interesting,” he added
Psylocke considered the plan for a moment, then she had an idea. "Alright... I can levitate you, Kitty, and I can enter their minds so that you appear to be angelic... What you say would be up to you, of course. Just keep in mind that I can't do this for long - a few minutes at best," she suggested.
Betsy then looked to Pyro. "And, you can do whatever you'd like - whatever you think will help..."
"Ok then I'm ready. Good thing I didn't eat a lot this morning." Shadowcat cracked a grin. "Ok, see if you can get me in front of the stage a bit and I can take it from there."
John smiled broadly, flicking the lid of his lighter open, a hint of hesitation and curiosity flickering over his face, "Alright, raining fire and sulp... er, okay, just fire, coming right up," he said.
Betsy waited for the fire to appear before she was going to levitate Kitty up to the stage and mess with the minds of the band members...
It would be a spectacular entrance...
John noticed the purple-haired woman was ready, his smile turning into a grin, "Okay then, here we go," he said, glancing at Kitty, a final look to let her know it was time to get this party started.
It left his lighter, one mind under the hand that wielded it, the flame manipulator ordering the element around and above the stage, forming it, not only into small fireballs, but also a flaming angel, wings outstretched, chuckling slightly at the possibilities this could incur.
"Okay, Psylocke, you're on," he said, eyes narrowed in concentration.
Betsy waited for the fire to appear before she was going to levitate Kitty up to the stage and mess with the minds of the band members...
It would be a spectacular entrance...
Kitty grinned and looked up at what John had created, "Oh wow. Ok I'm ready." she rubbed her hands together.
Psylocke grinned. This would be fun, she thought.
"Alright... 'Ere goes," she replied as she used her telekinesis to levitate Kitty's body up and towards the flaming stage.
She used Pyro's flames as inspiration and used her telepathy to suggest to onlookers that Kitty had angel wings made of fire.
~*~Show's all yours, Kitty...~*~ Psylocke mentally said to Kitty as she fought to keep her in the air and to control everyone else's perceptions. ~*~Say something awe-inspiring that will make them leave... Threaten them with God's wrath or something, ok, luv?~*~
Kitty thought for a moment, "This is not right. You must stop this for your OWN well being!" she wagged a finger down at the group.
Hopefully some were either stoned or drunk to really care about HOW she was there.
"If you do not, bad things will happen from above!" she stretched her arms out. "There is a school nearby, I don't think they appreciate the noise when they are studying."
'Ok Psy, I gotta get down I'm gettin sick.' Kitty groaned.
Elisabeth was loving this - it was a hoot. And, hopefully, the drunken/stoned jerks would pack up their stufff and hit the road.
Kitty's speech was marvelous. ~Those idiots had best get packing...~ she thought with a smile.
Then, Kitty asked to be returned to Earth - apparently the poor girl was getting air sick. ~*~No problem...~*~ Betsy 'pathed to Kitty as she slowly eased the girl down to the ground.
~*~Keep that fire going...~*~ Betsy 'pathed to Pyro. ~*~We need to keep up the illusion... I'll let you know when you can make it dissapate.~*~
Betsy was already beginning to get a headache - this was way more work than she was used to doing. Hopefully, there was some Ibuprofen inside the mansion.
With great effort, Psylocke did her utmost to make it appear to onlookers that Kitty vanished into the flames. ~*~Come on back 'ere, Kitty... Let's watch these wankers and see what they do...~*~ she 'pathed.
~*~OK, John... You can cancel that fire at your leisure,~*~ she informed him.
John's smirk at the whole scene was enough to tell anyone that might have been looking just how fun he found this to be, his nod at Psylocke's first mention of keeping the flames going followed shortly by a nod in answer to her telling him he could cease and desist whenever he wanted.
Pyro smiled, thinking it was best to keep the flames up for a little bit longer, just to emphasise the point. He'd already made it look like Kitty had wings of fire, and he'd already threatened the crowd with balls of flame, now, he just let the fire burn above them for a bit, moving it closer, then back, then closer again, formig shapes of all sorts, until Kitty and Betsy were back with him again.
Tags: Plot Master General, Jubilee, Jackpot Edited by: Mana4X2 at: 12/13/05 11:22 am
Re: Concert (Jubes)
Jubliee saw what looked like an angel of fire seem to fly over and float over the stage.
"Oh, my God... that's awesome!"
Then the angel started scolding them. Jubilee started laughing.
'That sounds like Ms. Pride! It has to be her!' Looking around, she looked for anyone doing something out of the ordinary for this kind of crowd. Finally she spotted Ms. Pride touch the ground with a group of people. Making her way towards them, she hoped to catch them before they got back to the school.
Re: Concert (Jubes)
Kitty made her way over to Betsy and John. "Wow, that was awesome." she whispered as she watched the crowd and then turned back to see a girl that she and Storm approached in the Food Court the other day.
"Excuse me." she said to the two and ran off towards her. "Hey! Glad you could make it."
Once close enough she grinned, "How'd ya like my presentation?" she whispered.
Enter Shatterstar
OOC: I do believe i messed up in the original posting of this message. If so, my apologies.
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The cab ride was obviously miserable for the driver, Benjamin Russell noted as they continued to the school. The majority of the ride was fairly silent until they neared the school, and Benjamin saw what looked like a rock concert in progress. He hoped they would be far enough away once the cab deposited him at the school, remembering the last time he was close to a rock concert and shaking visibly.
"You all right back there, buddy?" the cabby asked, having seen him shake. "You ain't having, like, a seizure or nothing, are you?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I simply don't much care for music, is all," Benjamin very curtly said.
"Hey, if it's any consolation," the cabby said, looking back at Benjamin through the rear-view mirror. "I don't like modern music either. I think it all went to $#!+ after Lennon died, to be honest. Damn kids today, what've they got to say, huh? They've been handed damn near everything on a silver platter since day one," the cabby continued, trying to find another cigarette to smoke as the mansion pulled into view. "Wow. Would ya look at that? I thought all the houses that looked like that were either in the deep south, or up in New England. This where you're heading?" the cabby asked, still visibly awed by the sight of the house.
"Yes, this my destination," Benjamin began. He, too was a bit in awe of the house, having never seen anything this extravagant, even when he led the West Aurora High School Cougars to the state championship his sophomore year and the team was asked to appear at a dinner at the governor's mansion. "If you would, sir, please drop me off by the luggage in the driveway."
"Yeah, sure thing," the driver said as he pulled into the driveway and stopped next to the seemingly discarded luggage. Benjamin dug in his pocket for what cash he had left from his days in Madripoor as an arena fighter as the cabby popped the trunk. "Don't forget your cases, pal."
"Of course. Thank you for being so understanding." Benjamin said as he handed the cabby well over the fee as he climbed out, grabbing his duffle bag and then walking to the back of the cab to retrieve the cases that his swords, daggers and Escrima sticks were in. He leaned in and thanked the man again for putting up with him all the way from New York City. The cabby thanked him for the generous tip and then drove off. Benjamin looked at the luggage on the ground in front of him and shifted his cases to just one hand and picked up the bags, which said they belonged to a Jubilation Lee. Better make sure these get inside before someone steals them, Benjamin thought. Before heading into the mansion, he listened to see if the concert was still going on and heard nothing. Breathing a sigh of relief, he headed inside, Ms. Lee's luggage in one hand, his on his back and in the other.
Time for a little school inspection.....
Fox had been watching the idiots in the crowd for the gullible targets. Glancing at the stage his attention had been averted to the special effects this band seemed to have. For a moment he had been tempted to check what else they owned if they could do that. That was until the prop actually spoke, he came to realize he had not been tripping out as the other people in the crowd where reacting. Feeling the need to rationalize it because everyone knew angels didn't exsist... right.. that it had to be some kind of stunt or device. This was how his mind had worked for years it just didn't seem probable, he had seemed to have this sense of probability over most things.
What was probable that the school had set up this prop and ergo must be loaded. Smirking within the shock of the crowd he kept quiet and snuck towards the mansion from before which was now a school. Quickly he looked around the outside whilst hidden for people who might be watching. When he made sure the coast was clear he snuck in through a back door keeping a low profile. He started to look around if anyone found him he would say he would make up an excuses and probably get kicked out. But until then driven by curiosity he looked for the 'technology' that pulled off the anti concert stunt.
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(12/16/05 1:23 pm)
Re: Time for a little school inspection.....
A 10 year old boy by the name of Blink was in the kitchen when he heard a noise coming from the back. With the last of his food in the microwave, he turned back, blinked a few times at set the timer, turning it on.
He moved around the side of the kitchen and saw a guy, there at the back door, coming in.
"Hi." Now Blink didn't know this guy from Adam, but then again there were a lot of students in the school. That and the Professor had told them, they would be getting a lot of new ones soon.
"You must be one of the new ones. Ya know, you can come through the front door."
OOC: NPC, he's the little boy with glasses from the movie. I have no idea what all he can do, nor his real name, I just like him. Heh.
Re: Concert (Jubes)
"Well I hope that works." she sighed as she noticed a man with luggage make it into the front door.
"Betsy, can you and John stay out here while I help get Jubilee settled in? None of the teachers are here at the moment. Thanks again guys. I'll send another out to help if needed too."
She nodded to Jubilee, "Ok girl, lets get you settled in." she said and headed towards the walk, "Did you bring anything with you?" she asked.
OCC: ALL HAIL the little guy who dosnt sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D
Bic:
Fox sudenly bolted in his actions, not only had he been spotted but also caught in the breaking in. On a plus point it was a child, and a child could would be easy to deal with ... he thought at least
Reviewing his situation he turned around calmly, just thanking his jacket that it had been stolen recently and was hooded. At least the smell of the streets and the phyiscal evience of his 'recreational' activitys might go un noticed if he tried to blag his way out of this mess.
"Yes well you see im new to this place and just finding my bareings.."
Fox said hoping this little white lie would be belived and he would be free to contiue his prowl once more.
Concert/Front Gate.
"Not much. Aunt Hope insisted that she mail all my stuff to me, just in case. In fact, that guy has my duffel. Is he a student too?"
Jubilee looked him over. Long red hair, awesome body, tall... total TDH material. She had to at least thank him, right? She turned towards Kitty, kinda grinning.
OOC:TDH=Tall, Dark, Handsome. If this is too short, I'm sorry.
Re: Concert/ Psylocke/ Tags: Pyro/Concert-Goers"Betsy, can you and John stay out here while I help get Jubilee settled in? None of the teachers are here at the moment. Thanks again guys. I'll send another out to help if needed too."
"Sure thing, Luv," Betsy replied as she gave a little wave to the young Asian woman who had recently joined them.
Betsy turned to John. "So... Should we stay and watch? Or... Did you want to show me around the mansion?" she asked, grinning.
Quote:(KITTY) "Betsy, can you and John stay out here while I help get Jubilee settled in? None of the teachers are here at the moment. Thanks again guys. I'll send another out to help if needed too."
The newcomer’s words had drawn the flame manipulator’s attention pretty quickly, feeling pretty pleased with himself that at least someone had liked the show, the downside being, he was a bit drained, tired from using so much of his power at the one time; sustaining it for so long.
Quote:Betsy turned to John. "So... Should we stay and watch? Or... Did you want to show me around the mansion?" she asked, grinning.
Blue eyes settled on her, “As much as I would love to do either of those things,” he grinned, mischievously, “All I feel like doing right now is sitting down somewhere to rest,” leaning his head to the side, the image of Swann’s face appeared in his mind. “Let’s head back to the mansion. I guess once Kitty is finished with Jubilee, she can show you around.”
John’s walking stopped, and he turned to look at Betsy, “By the way, you think it’s gonna work?” he asked, motioning back to the crowd behind them.
Re: Concert/Pyro/Tags: Psylocke/Concert-Goers
// Moving the clock ahead a few minutes just a little bit: want to set the appropriate mood
~ Concert Grounds ~
Aftermath
The grounds were empty but not deserted as a few stragglers packed their belongings or sat, stunned, in prayer after the transpiring events of the past few minutes. At the back, vendors quickly and efficiently packed their tents and the soft beep beep beeping of a minivan in reverse could be heard as bundles of material already were being thrown into its cavernous entry.
In a mad, headlong rush most of the participants had left; many dropping whatever was in their hands at the moment. Still, the evacuation had semblences of orderliness without overt traces of panic, for the crowd had been small to start with - a couple hundred, mostly friends and families of the performers - and there were few obstructions to an orderly exit.
Cups, programs, half-eaten food, napkins, pieces of paper with "Call me?" and a phone number were strewn about. A steady wind picked up a few of the lighter pieces in whirlwinds, lending the grounds a slightly surreal quality.
On the stage, roadies busied themselves with overhurried packing - angel of the lord or not amps were expensive - while in the center a lone figure knelt in prayer, his head bowed: Peace Johnson, former lead vocalist of the Claremonts, a popular local band.
In scattered areas reporters could be seen doing standups or struggling to interview one of the few remaining people, while cameramen pointed with squinting intensity at abandoned baby strollers or other mysterious locations.
Re: Concert/Psylocke/Tags: Pyro/Concert-GoersJohn’s walking stopped, and he turned to look at Betsy, “By the way, you think it’s gonna work?” he asked, motioning back to the crowd behind them.
Psylocke watched as the crowd began to clear out hastily, and she also noted the reporters that were coming out of the woodwork.
"Yes, I'd say that were were quite effective, John," she said with a little twinkle of glee in her eyes. "But, I also think it's best that we high-tail it back to the interior of the mansion..." she said. ~*~Reporters...~*~ she added mentally as they neared the mansion.
OOC: So... John's next post can be inside the mansion... He can either tag Psylocke or abandon her - I'll pick up after you post.
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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