There were writeups in all of the big papers in the city. The explosion had been seen and heard across most of the city and there hadn't been anything else horribly newsworthy that day, like, say, Galactus trying to snack on the planet ( Read more... )

The police had watched as the New Warriors were bound then struck down with some sort of unholy fire. The old witch had said she was sending them to hell. Even if she brought them back, they were likely good as dead right now ( Read more... )

It was one of the highest-rated radio stations in the city of late. Bad news was good chit-chat for Saph and Anders, of the Saph and Anders Show.

"Dubba-yoo Dee Dee Arrr! One-oh-two-point-fiiive!"

Bamdingadingding - bamdum.

Anders: "And we're back--"

Saph: "--to talking smack--"

Anders: "On the Saph and Anders Show."

Saph: "Now, speaking ( Read more... )

Rogue has just gotten to the roof of the Mansion. She has some thinking to do about a few things and this is where she comes to do it. Things have been a bit unsettled and she wants to put them back in their places - if she can.

The light should be dimming but suddenly - it isn't. Looking toward the east, toward the light where it shouldn't be, ( Read more... )

Rogue swallows, looking around, taking a few moments to catch her breath. Not that she really needs to breathe in here but well, the metaphor holds strongly ( Read more... )

... through the minefield that is her mental landscape ( Read more... )

New York has always been the place where the super-powered come to make sure life doesn't pass them by ( Read more... )