X-Tech (Marvel Comics RP) - IC

[Haikufrenzy]

Even with the morning red hue just breaking into his room, Reed Richards remained too distracted to notice. Instead he was busy crushing his fingers under a heavy book. Of course it wasn't without merit, as Reed's fingers remained flattened, with no pain. Measuring the thickness of them before jolting down the results in a notebook. "Interesting..." Reed muttered to himself before hearing "Reed! Peter's here..." From his dad downstairs. Flipping the notebook closed he stuck it into the hiding spot of in a tucked away spot of the desk. Checking himself in a mirror before leaving the room.

Peter had been up for some time, after all, it was the first day of school, and God forbid he be late. His Aunt May was in the kitchen, still visibly depressed by his uncle's recent passing, and, after a few moments of awkward silence, he had kissed her goodbye and began the short ride down to Reed's house. He arrived only a few minutes later, knocking on the door with as little force as he could, seeing as if he got too excited, he probably would've knocked the door off it's hinges. "Yo! Reed! Come on down man!" Peter had looked up to Reed's window while he was knocking on the door, but rather than Reed, the door was answered by Mr. Richards himself, which caused the poor boy to gulp down his next words. Mark Richards. Peter had never liked Mark Richards, after the stories that Reed had come to him with, he couldn't see how it was possible for anyone to like the guy, yet he attempted to be as kind as possible. "Oh, hey Mr. Richards, is Reed here?" Peter asked, letting his board drop onto the wooden porch. "Yeah, hold on." was all his elder said before closing the door on him once more.

As Reed grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder he came out with his dad right behind him. No words out of his mouth as Reed was about to leave with Peter alongside, when Mr. Richards suddenly grabbed Peter's arm. "Say, you've been working out this summer haven't you?" He asked the young man in an almost alien tone of friendliness to Reed who stopped. Peter hadn't expected to share more than two lines of dialogue with Reed's father, but it seems the effect of that spider bite were going to get him more attention than he thought, at least, out of the costume. He stumbled over his words a bit, looking between Reed and Mr. Richards before replying, "Uh, yeah, a little bit.." sheesh, from the amount of times Pete had met the head of the Richard's household, he thought of all things to bring up it would be his missing glasses. "Well you look great, good to see some people trying not to look like a nerd their entire life..." He wasn't looking at Reed, but it didn't take a genius to get the message there. "You know you'd make a great long range wide receiver with this frame. If your interested I can call some of my old buddies and get you into some great training camps this summer." The tone was one Reed never heard much of from his dad, an old teammate over, when he watches a game, basically it involved that sport he loves so God damn much.... Reed's expression spoke miles as he got tired of waiting and started to leave on his own. Peter caught Reed's expression in the corner of his eye, and knew that his friend wanted this conversation over with. "Nah, I'll be fine, not much of a sports person myself, anyway, come on Reed, can't be late now can we?" Peter put one foot onto his skateboard as he looked back and forth between the father and son once more. "Alright well if you ever change your mind Peter..." Mr. Richards didn't say another word as he waved goodbye to Peter and closed the door.

There was an awkward silence before Reed finally spoke up. "Make a great Wide Receiver... go to some great training camp..." Reed's voice seeped with a sarcastic tone. "Didn't think my had being an ass-kisser in him." Reed sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, which gave a slight rubber on skin sound to it before his face snapped back to normal. He sighed, glancing back over at Peter. "Look I'm sorry just...." Reed finally shrugged not knowing what to say.

Peter had simply leaped with his board over the small stairway of the Richards' household, quickly kicking it back up, after all, he didn't want to look like a dick by riding ahead of Reed. Although this didn't stop the awkwardness when Reed began talking seemingly to himself. Peter wanted to say something, to reassure him, but he just couldn't find the words. "It's cool man, I understand, tough home life." the duo continued walking for a few more seconds. "So, you ever think about the conversation we had while building the web shooters?" Peter was confident no one would hear them talking, after all, Forest Hills was quite the quiet community. He looked to Reed while biting his lip, awaiting his answer.

Reed knew this topic was going to come up, even though it meant changing topics which he was VERY happy to do. He scratched the back of his head before looking back at Peter. "Well a bit." he started into, glancing around before pulling up the sleeve of his long sleeve button up shirt to reveal a dark blue and white sleeve underneath. "I did begin to consider the kind of equipment I would need to handle abilities like what I have. So I started looking at polymers which could handle the elastic limits. Since I couldn't find any I had to start from scratch and over the last weekend came up with this. I haven't come up with a name for it yet. I'm just calling it unstable molecules since essentially that's what it is. Spandex that has had it's very structure redone to where its fireproof and capable of stretching much further than I maybe ever could." Reed got a breath after another one of those little nerdy explanations he seemingly loves so. But a moment after he gave a slight cringe. "That said... I... still haven't decided if I'm going to start joining you out there yet."

Peter's eyebrow raised when Reed revealed his costume. "Screw you man, I'm stuck with a hoodie, pants, boots, and those old goggles of yours." Peter sighed. "I figured, knowing you, you'd be more concerned over your alias rather than the material made for the thing." He looked back to his friend with a playful look on his face. "What were you thinking? The Fantastic Plastic Man? Rubber-band man? Or something more classic like Mr. Incredible? I'm just saying dude, but you should do it, chicks dig the costume."

Grinning slightly Reed's cheeks started to glow a slight red hue. "Funny you should say that... I already know what my alias would be." It was pretty sad to Reed that he had to be such a nerd like this. It was a stereotype, Reed was literally a walking stereotype. "Like when I was a kid, I decided if I ever ended up becoming a superhero through some crazy means. I would name myself Mr. Fantastic...." There, it was out in the open. "It has a good ring to it. You know?" He stated, hoping to God Peter would agree. "Plus chicks would dig fantastic dudes... right?" Pete had to hold back a laugh as Reed mentioned his superhero name. "Mr. Fantastic? Wow, I can't wait until you get a car, or should I say, a Fantasticar?" Pete's smile only widened as he looked out to the road in front of him. Reed quietly drooped his head down, well now his going to drop the subject. Quickly.

"Still... I'm just not sure about doing this whole thing. Every time I think about it I just worry about... things." Reed couldn't place a finger on how best to explain it all. "I mean when I got my powers, I didn't think 'be a superhero'. I was thinking of the possibility of being able to pinpoint how I got them from the blast in the first place. Right now I see myself as a walking experiment of mankind's possible future. I don't know if I'm willing to risk that just to save some person in a burning building or something."

Peter threw his arm around Reed's shoulder. "Let's be real Reed, people are never going to look at us favorably unless, by some miracle we end up becoming the most populous race on Earth, and hell, neither of us are even born mutants, we're mutates." Peter looked back to a house they were passing by. "I've only ever revealed my secret identity to two people, you, and my Uncle Ben, and do you know what he told me?" Reed had undoubtedly heard the line before, as Peter had repeated it a few times following his uncle's death. "With great power, comes great responsibility, I mean, sure, you can search for the source of your powers and try to share it with humanity, but what do you think they'd do if you actually proved it? They'd pan everything even related to it, label you a mad scientist, anything to prevent it from happening, one thing about humanity, we're afraid of even the thought of someone being better than us, why do you think only so many people believe in alien life?" Pete looked back to his friend.

The words did provide Reed with some food for thought. As the two got closer to school, Reed just remained quiet, eyes down to the pavement ahead. There was truth to what Peter had said, Reed knew just revealing the teleportation proof of concept would've gotten him more headaches than any real initial satisfaction. Not to mention, one thing that had nagged Reed about the possibility. Peter and Reed were two people, young people, standing at the verge of a new future. People like them have shown up before, small numbers at first but its getting more and more unavoidable. Some showing goodness, but not always. Not to mention those words of Uncle Ben, they've always caused a small shiver to shoot up Reed's spine ever since he heard it. Finally scratching his chin he glanced over at Peter. "Alright... I'm not saying I'm in, but give me today to stew over things. I'll get back to you after school."

[Hillan]

Remy Leblau

It was about 9 A.M, one monday morning. Remy opened his oddly colored eyes, as he took in the sight of the room he was in. Plum walls, purple curtains, not thick curtains, though, as the sunlight still broke through the thin fabric. He inhaled, and exhaled, as his mind began working again. He looked around, as much as he could without moving his head too much. The ceiling fan's softly slicing the air, making a soothing sound up above him. And a slight smell of strawberries could be felt. He turned his head to right, as he looked at the alarm clock. 8.45. His class would start in about an hour. Man, was he gonna be late.

His head was pounding, and he felt a little dizzy, side-effects of yesterday's partying, no doubt.
Then it hit him, if only just for a second. This isn't my room.

He heard the light moaning of a female besides him, as she rolled up onto his arm, kissing him on the neck. Speaking something in Spanish.
Remy had English, French, Latin, Russian and German under his belt, but not Spanish, he couldn't understand a word she said. " English, beautiful." The Cajun said, as he softly kissed her forehead.

"That was some moves you showed last night." The woman, maybe a couple of years older than Remy spoke, her Spanish accent was heavy. She had raven black hair, and was fairly tall. Well formed, very attractive, as usual for the young casanova. He lifted her off him, as he put on his pants and his T-shirt, that he grabbed from the floor. " Where are you going?" She asked, as seductively as possible. Remy scoffed, as he looked at her. He saw a brief look of surprise in her eyes, as one of his lenses had fallen out of his left eye, making his eyes have... very. Different colors.

It all began coming back to him now. The bar, the girl, Esmeralde? He thought her name was. He quickly got dressed, as he heard her from the bedroom. "Remy, come back to bed!" She exclaimed, her voice was still remaining a seductive tone.

Remy was just finishing putting on his jacket, as he headed out the door, and as the door swung open, he answered her.
" Sorry beautiful, but I hav' to go. I will call you'" He promised.


He never called.




Tony Stark


Tony sat down in his workshop in the Stark Mansion. Currently only populated by himself, and his various guardians whom never could stick around for more than a few weeks. He drove people nuts, the young genius, it would seem. The workshop was located in the basement off the the building. Tony's own private lair, indeed. There were trails of Chips and wrappers of random sweets all around the place. The light tapping of the boys fingers on the controls could be heard, as he sat in his Sofa, playing a Racing Game on his gigantic TV. " Come on, come on, come on!" He repeated to himself, as he was trying to win the race, a little ringing was heard from JARVIS, letting Tony know that it was about time to get ready for school. " Hold on Jarvis, I'm just putting this little sucker in his place..." Tony said, as he focused on the game.

Another ringing from JARVIS. And a few minutes later, you heard the young man shout of joy. " GOT YOU, SUCKER!" Tony shouted, as he threw the control to the side. " So. What's up, Jarvis?" Tony asked, as he turned to the little screen. " You need to arrive at school in 20 minutes, Tony." Tony nodded, it was about a 5 minute drive to school from here, 4 if he broke some speed limits. It was the first day of school, after all.

He arose, as JARVIS reminded him. " I'd suggest you'd take a shower. My records shows a 4-day interval since last time." Tony chuckled as he took off his shirt and headed into the bathroom. He came out from the shower, a towel in his hair, drying off as he was getting dressed again.

A black tight fitting T-shirt, a pair of stone-washed ripped jeans, His wrist-watch, his rivet-belt, as well as his black beanie over his somewhat long black-hair. He put his phone into his pocket, and headed towards the garage. As a big figure blocked his path, as he came upstairs. Wilson Fisk.

" Oh, Tony, Tony, Tony. How are you doing today?" The man asked, it wasn't exactly unusual for Wilson to do a home-invasion like this, he was the closest thing Tony had to family since his dad died. Tony chuckled as he pushed past the rather large man. " Sorry Fisk, I have to get to school!" Tony said, with a brief smile. " Allright then! Good Luck in school, then!" Wilson said, as he chuckled. " For however long you can stay in this school..." Wilson mumbled for himself.

Tony got out to the garage, as the doors opened. Four cars and 3 motorcycles. He couldn't drive a bike, sadly. So he had to go for a car. But what car? The Supra, the Mustang, the Aston Martin, or the Audi?...

He settled for the black Mustang GT-R, last years model. As he grabbed the keys from the wall and opened the door. Sat down in the car, and put the key in. Jarvis's voice was heard as you could hear the brittish accent saying " Engines engage."

" Jarvis, my playlist." He said, as the song began playing in the sound system of the black car, as Tony drove down out of the drive-way, and towards Midtown High. He arrived, the music blasting out of the rolled down windows as he pulled up in front of the school, turning some heads, but people quickly returned to their usual activities, with some minor chatter over who he was.

He opened the door, and walked towards the school grounds. He smiled and a prideful look on his face, a typical " come at me, bro." look on his face. Despite being a new kid to the school, he wasn't scared, or shy, or anything. No, he knew who he was, something most of the kids here couldn't say.

[Taka Uchiha]

~Danny Rand - Early Morning/Before School~

At this time in the morning, most would expect to be sleep, or getting ready for school. Well for Danny Rand, he spent the morning training. Physical Exercise was something that was almost tradition for Rand to train this early. Fortunately Ku'n Lu'n had adopted the earth sense of time many years ago so, Danny would always be on time for school as he had a great sense of time. Time was a small thing for him though as Danny was great as short training session whilst getting the most out of his training. Training was always something that was important to the young Iron Fist in the making that he sometimes even let it get in the way of having fun. Meditation was the next thing to happen but, Danny would not a get a chance, effectively making a cranky individual.

His door opened quickly, revealing his mentor and guardian, Kei-Lung. A man of great strength and importance within Ku'n Lu'n, Kei-Lung was the first person to offer to watch over the young Rand as he attempted the school life. For days he awaited for Danny to achieve his full potential, making sure to be there every step of the way. One could see him as a second father and that's what Danny would always consider him as. Kei had brought in orange and Danny's scarf, setting them down on his dresser.

"I see your ready, Young Rand." Kei smiled.

"Ah yes Master Kei-Lung. I am prepared for my first day." Danny responded, drinking his juice rather quickly.

"Good. Well it's about time you get going. Fare your day well." Kei-Lung gave a warm response, retreating back into the main dojo.

What most people did know that Danny owned the large house that was right across from the school. Most kids would consider it lame or stupid to stay that close to school but, Danny was immersed with the idea of school-life and meeting people his age that didn't criticize him or were afraid of his abilities. Kids on Ku'n Lu'n were mean to Danny and only expected him to be a killer once he grew up, never expecting anything good from him. A boy could only take so much that it almost made him shelter himself from the world but, now he had renowned vigor to see what it's like within this realm. Little did young Danny know that he would face challenges that would force him to mold himself into the man he needed to be, the Immortal Iron Fist.

Gathering his jacket, book-bag, and fixing his scarf around his neck, the next Iron Fist left from his room. The front opened, sun glistening upon the bright, blonde hair of Daniel. His scarf, yellow in color, was the brightest thing on his body along side his green collared button up shirt. A dragon was etched on the front of the shirt. Danny was one to match his outfits well all the way down to his green and yellow chucks. One could adore how well Danny could dress himself for a child that didn't live on earth most of his life. Crossing the street, Danny entered the schoolyard as kids conversed and hung out before school. It was a beautiful sight to behold until Danny came out a bigger teen harassing a smaller one.

"Give the damn bag, you little punk." The bigger kid roared. Everyone know who he was, excluding Danny, and why to be afraid. Cain Marko was his name and wrestling was his calling, being the best wrestler in the school. Cain wasn't your typical bully or jock as he even beat up those within his "circle". No Danny would not allow this. People should go around picking on others for their own amusement. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Danny's words were loud enough that nearly everyone within range was now staring at Cain and Daniel. Cain swiveled around, eyes glaring at Danny. Danny would not back down from the boy now so, he indeed took several steps forward till both were face to face.

"What you say, pretty boy?"

"I said back off."

Already the first day of school and Danny was about to get into a fight. Oh what could happen next.

[Rarity]

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Carol hopped off of the bus and started walking down the street. Manhattan was always busy around the morning rush, seeing people in business suits and expensive clothes rushing constantly star struck her. She maneuvered around the crowd and went into the school as quickly as possible. There was a tiny mockery of a campus but it was nothing compared to her old high school with its gigantic football field and large pastures of greenery. Still, the freedom that came with this school made it look ten times as beautiful as her old one. She smiled to herself as she walked into the building and pulled out her schedule from her bag. This school seemed to hold some of the most genius minds in the country if not world and she still had trouble memorizing her schedule.

The blonde teenager moved some hair from her face and pin point her home room. She had at least 15 minutes until class would start. Carol had punctuality instilled into her since a young age. She waved to a few people in the hall who shared classes with her and wondered where her friends were. Well, she didn't really have any friends - acquaintances would be a better word for the contacts she had. She didn't want anyone close enough to discover the secret she had. As if on command she accidentally bumped into someone who was texting and walking and felt a jolt of energy fly into her. The kid glared at her angrily before looking back at his phone which was now dead.

"What the hell..." he whispered to himself as he kept walking forward. Carol quickened her pace and went up the escalators to get to the roof. She quickly went up all of the flights and took the fire escape into the roof. The blonde girl took in a deep breath of fresh air and walked over to one of the aluminum benches and stared at the view of the city. It was a sight to behold but she wasn't here to enjoy the scenery. Slipping her bag off she got up and stood near the edge of the roof. The cold air was whipping her hair around and the young woman let her eyes slip shut.

Opening her eyes her pupils were completely gone and it seemed as if her eyes were on fire. In less than a second a stream of pure bright orange energy blasted forward from her eyes as her hands began to glow with the same type of energy. Carol lifted her hands up and let a stream of energy dispell from them as well as she bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. The sensation was incredibly unpleasant but necessary, if she didn't do this she could end up melting her seat or ripping a door off its handle.

After what seemed like an eternity the energy finally died down and Carol fell down to her knees. She panted heavily before getting back up to her feet and grabbing her bag. She felt exhausted and completely drained, exactly what she had set out to accomplish. Glancing at her watch she saw that class was going to start in about 3 minutes and high tailed off of the roof.