Months Pass..

[watcher_uatu]

As the Earth trembles from the aftermath of the war for Genosha, an all-consuming threat grows in space - in time, it may menace the Earth itself if it cannot be stopped. On the tiny blue-green orb I have chosen to observe, the lives of the inhabitants continue - blissfully unaware of the dangers that may await them.

(OOC Note : This is a 'jump-

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On the far side of the galaxy..

[one_man_bands]

Quasar streaks amongst a combat fleet of unknown origins, using the power of his Quantum Bands to blast into the ships - firing shots to disable engines and weapons without necessarily killing the troops within.

"Epoch, I've almost got this wrapped up, but as big as this detachment is, I don't think it's more than a scouting fleet based on the movements. I'd hate to see the main body of this force.."

[outtakitchen]

Dian tromps in through the front door, flushed and out of breath and dripping with rain. She looks like she's run most of the way back from the grocery store. Her bag is unceremoniously dumped on the counter and she flaps a damp flier in her roommate's face.

"J.M.! Remember how we were talking about moving out of this dump? I think I found the perfect place!"

She thrusts the flier into James Michael's hand while simultaneously reaching out and peeling back the sack of frozen peas pressed against his face. "How's that eye doing?"

Tonight's Special Performance

[schadenfreund]

The voice of the ringmaster echoes through the arena.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, and children of all ages! Tonight, our circus is privileged to present one of the most outstanding aerialists I have ever seen! Please, a warm round of applause for the mutant daredevil Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler!"

It was good to perform again - and to not have to pretend that he was wearing makeup, as well. Though there had been a few protesters outside the tent, the audience seemed supportive for the most part, and curious at the worst. As the spotlight strikes him on the tiny platform, Kurt gives a theatrical bow, and waves to the crowd - then leaps into the air to start the show.

A Phone Call To An Old Friend

[magnetic_fire]

Erik Lehnsherr, known to the world as the mutant terrorist Magneto, sat in his chair and toyed with his wineglass. It was late, desperately so, and despite all of his knowledge, all his studies into physics and genetics, he still couldn't puzzle out what was quite possibly the most important puzzle left to him

Re: A Phone Call To An Old Friend

[x_professor_x]

In his heart of hearts, Professor X was expecting this call. The gall of the whole situation is still kneecappingly outrageous, but ultimately this is consistent with Erik's personality. Of course Charles will help me after I got myself wounded biting off more than I could chew after a failed coup!

And in his secret heart, Charles is pretty sure about his answer. But that doesn't mean that Magneto's not going to have to work for it. "Decided to try and arrange open recruiting for the Brotherhood of Mutants, then?" Charles asks dryly, "Because I'm drawing the line at letting you share the Institute's billboard space."

Re: A Phone Call To An Old Friend

[magnetic_fire]

"Hardly that, old friend." he said tiredly. "There is no Brotherhood, no Acolytes, no anything. It's over. I've failed." he admitted. "My active advocacy for mutantkind died on the streets of Hammer Bay."

Re: A Phone Call To An Old Friend

[x_professor_x]

"I see." Charles cannot quite keep the skepticism out of his voice; he's heard this line before. However, "The beam-it did more than disrupt your powers, didn't it?"

[ms_marvel]

She soared through the sunny afternoon sky, the wind tugging on her hair, the ends of her bright red sash flap-flapping as she made a U-turn around the Chrysler building, a bright smile on her face as she noted with some small amount of pleasure that people from down below were actually calling out her name, actually excited to see her