Bounce

X-Men: The New Era

[ Location: Courtyard ] [ Interacting With: @Draven @Damo021 @KatKook @BoyMom69035]

The woman named Cleo seemed amused at Syaoran's question about the sigh kick, though the boy was at a loss as to why this might be. Drake's efforts at elaborating on the meaning or definition of what a psychic was did little to alleviate that confusion. Apparently, they were people who spoke to heads. Or in heads.

No, that didn't make sense. Even to him. And he was ten.

When Drake asked what Syaoran's story was, the boy started to reply, but that was when a new person joined the group. The young woman introduced herself as Sally, and it seemed as though she was taken by Syaoran's ability to fly.

The boy's eyes darted off to the left for a moment, as he wasn't really certain how to respond. Genetic diversity was common among the Shi'ar, so no one had ever really complimented him on his ability. While not common, neither was it unheard of. There were even Shi'ar who had wings. "Uh... thanks?" the boy managed, glancing back at the Sally lady.

He really wasn't sure what else to say.

When he'd looked back at Drake, the man had gotten into a conversation with Khloe about the juice pouch that the man carried. A conversation that Sally joined.

Gliding away, Syaoran headed back into the school to finish working on his homework. And also see what was on Cartoon Network. The drama that had drawn him from out of his room had obviously passed, and the sooner that he finished his homework, the sooner that he could get back to playing.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

<Snipped quote by Inkarnate>

I'm a Batman.

Never specified which one, or whether or not I was one of the attentive ones.

@Master Bruce

MB's true identity revealed.

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X-Men: The New Era

[ Location: Courtyard ] [ Interacting With: @Draven ]
[ Mentions: @KatKook @Damo021 ]

The Drake guy carried his own Capri Sun pouch with him?

Well, it didn't really look like a Capri Sun juice pouch, but it was about the right size, and he was drinking from it, so it seemed as though the concept was similar in function if not form.

Except he pulled it out of his pocket. Who carried a juice pouch in their pocket?

Drake, apparently. That's who.

"Before I forget, have any of you met any psychics this week?"

The question caught the child by surprise for how one word was lost in translation immediately. ""What's... like... wait," the young Shi'ar began, as the word psychic immediately manifested as a challenge for him to interpret or conceptualize. ""What's a sigh kick?" the boy blurted aloud finally.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

| M O R D R E D |

_{"Whatever else I am, I am your son - your most wretched son. If you do not hate me, try to love me a little, Mother; it is lonely never to have been loved, only devoured."}

| Character You're Applying For |

Mordred Pendragon

| Powers And Abilities |

Mordred is a homo magi, having an innate talent for accessing and manipulating the mystical energies which pass through the multiverse. These energies can be formed into spells through the application of will, or focus. More powerful magics may inhabit objects or words, but in both cases those merely serve as foci to off-set the physical toll on the body caused by channeling the mystica arcana. Mordred is both the wielder and the victim of magic, being under a spell cast by Morgan le Fey which grants him both eternal youth and eternal life.

| Origin And Backstory |

Mordred is the illegitimate son of King Arthur Pendragon, conceived by means of a liaison with his half-sister, Morgaine. Like Arthur, himself, Mordred's conception was the product of both magic and deception, as Morgaine wielded Merlin's own tricks against him in escalating political schemes aimed at ousting the magician from Camelot. Merlin saw the coming of a bastard born on May Day and convinced Arthur to put to death all infants who were born at that time. Morgaine knew that this royal command would seed division among the Knights of the Round Table, but safeguarded Mordred by entrusting him to Sir Brian of Kent, the Silent Knight. As he grew into a boy, Mordred served as page to Sir Brian and, for a brief period of time, Camelot was everything that people today believe it to have been.

Then it all went wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. Lancelot's betrayal of Arthur's trust shattered the unity of the Knights of the Round Table. The knights turned on one another, as Lancelot fled the kingdom and Arthur's rage set forth in a warpath that promised no peace for so long as either Lancelot or Arthur yet lived. It was at Camlann that all was revealed. Sir Brian's betrayal of his king's command. Mordred's true parentage. Morgaine's role in the fall of Camelot and Merlin's massacre of Sir Jason's family. Arthur moved to kill the bastard, but Sir Brian intervened. In the subsequent fight between them, Arthur slew the Silent Knight - the only father that Mordred had ever known - in front of the young squire's eyes. Taking up his knight's arming sword, Mordred dealt Arthur a mortal wound before being slain by the dying Arthur. Mordred died at the hands of his father, his body lying beside the Silent Knight, the man that he had loved as his dad.

But Mordred's story didn't end there. Instead, it had only begun. Morgaine made a deal with Morpheus, the primordial "Elder God" of the Dreaming, which enabled Mordred's spirit to retake corporeal form as his story was told and re-told. As part of Morgaine's plan, with each re-telling, the story changed with subtle nuance that shifted the roles of the people involved. Morgaine's duplicity was obfuscated as her character became confused, even divided into separate roles -- Morgause and Morgan -- while blame for Arthur's dead cast Mordred as the penultimate villain. Compared to Mordred, the villain who never was, Arthur became the magnanimous man, the once and future king. From Geoffrey of Monmouth to Cretien de Troyes to Thomas Mallory and E.B. White, the story of Sir Mordred became the story of Mordred the Evil, and Morgaine's role that of no more than a minor witch.

A thousand years later, a book is stolen from out of the House of Mystery. The Libellus Sanguinis, a tome of forbidden knowledge said to have been authored by Mary, Queen of Blood. As people start to go missing across Europe, it becomes clear that the Cult of the Blood Red Moon may be rising once more. The quest to recover it brings Mordred back to a reality that has forsaken him for the memory of a great king who never was.

| What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'? |

This version combines aspects of both the DCAU Mordred and Marvel Comics' Mordred, leveraging the varied storytelling of the Arthurian Legend to return to the heroic Sir Mordred of the earliest known accounts. This version of Mordred also combines magical elements of both Marvel's "Masters of the Mystical Arts" and DC's "Justice League Dark" in order to arrive at a narrative that combines aspects of both to create a story of British superheroes both old and new.

| SUPPORTING CAST |

Nina Skorzeny (Scream Queen)
A young Romanian girl kidnapped and turned into a vampire by the Tenth Circle.

Squire (Cyril Sheldrake)
A boy whose father was killed by Springheeled Jack. The Black Knight's squire.

Dane Whitman (Black Knight)
A descendant of Arthur Pendragon and the current champion of the Lady of the Lake. Wields the Sword of Light and the Shield of Night.

Jericho Drumm (Brother Voodoo)
A member of the Masters of the Mystical Arts, the protector of the London Sanctum.

| ROGUE’S GALLERY |

Lord Crucifer
A powerful and ancient vampire, Crucifer leads the sect of the vampire nation that has come to be known as the Tenth Circle.

Xarus
One of Vlad Dracul's children and Crucifer's lieutenant.

Springheeled Jack
A lesser demon from Limbo who has plagued London since at least 1837.

Klarion the Witch-Boy
A resident of Limbo Town.

Morgan le Fey
A mother's work is never done.

Thomas Cassidy (Black Tom)
A modern Irish highwayman, currently working with Morgan le Fey.

| Locations |

Jordan Tower (The London Sanctum)
Built upon the ruins of an ancient keep dating back to Roman London, the Jordan Tower lies at the intersection of ley lines crossing the Earth. Home to Brother Voodoo.

Limbo Town
A city on the edge of forever, founded by witches from Roanoke, and gateway to Limbo. Located underneath the city of New York.

The House of Mystery
A convergence where the physical realm and the Dreaming cross over.

| Post Catalogue |

"Life is But a Dream"
Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

X-Men: The New Era

[ Location: Courtyard ] [ Interacting With: @Draven ]
[ Mentions: @webboysurf @BoyMom69035 @RumikoOhara @KatKook @Damo021 ]

There was a lot to keep pace with whenever teenagers were around.

Khloe spoke an Earth language that was not the strange linguistic formulation that most humans Syaoran encountered spoke. The sound of it instantly sparked a curiosity in the boy. Being Shi'ar, Syaoran had been learning several languages as part of his education on Chandilar. Shi'ar were expected to be literate in the languages of their enemies.

And one thing about the Shi'ar was that they had as many enemies as they did friends. And often regarded the two concepts as being one in the same.

A lady who introduced herself as Cleo talked about a fight that had broken out, which had apparently been the source of the noise from earlier. Syaoran really didn't know any of the names that she had mentioned, so he gradually shifted his attention away from either Cleo or Khloe and was instead looking at the various students who were starting to congregate around the courtyard area.

"So I gotta ask, bud. How old are you?"

Twisting around in the air, the feather-headed half-pint realized that the Drake person had returned, though Syaoran wasn't really all that certain just at what point that the man had left either. But he thought that he had. Just not now, because he was here now.

Did that even make sense?

Honestly, Syaoran had to think about this one for a moment. The intergalactic community's concept of time was based on sidereal measurements of common astronomical objects. The human notion, on the other hand, seemed to be relative to the rotation of their planet around the singular star that dominated their localized space environment. What was the human term? A year?

And don't even get him started on this concept of months.

"I'm ten," the young Shi'ar offered finally, pausing a moment to hold up his fingers as he did the comparative math in his head. "I think."

No, he wasn't sure.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

@ErsatzEmperor

Do you see any conflict between my version of the Dreaming and your Dream Dimension? Same realm, different parts perhaps?

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

| M O R D R E D |

_{"Whatever else I am, I am your son - your most wretched son. If you do not hate me, try to love me a little, Mother; it is lonely never to have been loved, only devoured."}

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| Character You're Applying For |

Mordred Pendragon

| Powers And Abilities |

Mordred is a homo magi, having an innate talent for accessing and manipulating the mystical energies which pass through the multiverse. These energies can be formed into spells through the application of will, or focus. More powerful magics may inhabit objects or words, but in both cases those merely serve as foci to off-set the physical toll on the body caused by channeling the mystica arcana. Mordred is both the wielder and the victim of magic, being under a spell cast by Morgan le Fey which grants him both eternal youth and eternal life.

| Origin And Backstory |

Mordred is the illegitimate son of King Arthur Pendragon, conceived by means of a liaison with his half-sister, Morgaine. Like Arthur, himself, Mordred's conception was the product of both magic and deception, as Morgaine wielded Merlin's own tricks against him in escalating political schemes aimed at ousting the magician from Camelot. Merlin saw the coming of a bastard born on May Day and convinced Arthur to put to death all infants who were born at that time. Morgaine knew that this royal command would seed division among the Knights of the Round Table, but safeguarded Mordred by entrusting him to Sir Brian of Kent, the Silent Knight. As he grew into a boy, Mordred served as page to Sir Brian and, for a brief period of time, Camelot was everything that people today believe it to have been.

Then it all went wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. Lancelot's betrayal of Arthur's trust shattered the unity of the Knights of the Round Table. The knights turned on one another, as Lancelot fled the kingdom and Arthur's rage set forth in a warpath that promised no peace for so long as either Lancelot or Arthur yet lived. It was at Camlann that all was revealed. Sir Brian's betrayal of his king's command. Mordred's true parentage. Morgaine's role in the fall of Camelot and Merlin's massacre of Sir Jason's family. Arthur moved to kill the bastard, but Sir Brian intervened. In the subsequent fight between them, Arthur slew the Silent Knight - the only father that Mordred had ever known - in front of the young squire's eyes. Taking up his knight's arming sword, Mordred dealt Arthur a mortal wound before being slain by the dying Arthur. Mordred died at the hands of his father, his body lying beside the Silent Knight, the man that he had loved as his dad.

But Mordred's story didn't end there. Instead, it had only begun. Morgaine made a deal with Morpheus, the primordial "Elder God" of the Dreaming, which enabled Mordred's spirit to retake corporeal form as his story was told and re-told. As part of Morgaine's plan, with each re-telling, the story changed with subtle nuance that shifted the roles of the people involved. Morgaine's duplicity was obfuscated as her character became confused, even divided into separate roles -- Morgause and Morgan -- while blame for Arthur's dead cast Mordred as the penultimate villain. Compared to Mordred, the villain who never was, Arthur became the magnanimous man, the once and future king. From Geoffrey of Monmouth to Cretien de Troyes to Thomas Mallory and E.B. White, the story of Sir Mordred became the story of Mordred the Evil, and Morgaine's role that of no more than a minor witch.

A thousand years later, a book is stolen from out of the House of Mystery. The Libellus Sanguinis, a tome of forbidden knowledge said to have been authored by Mary, Queen of Blood. As people start to go missing across Europe, it becomes clear that the Cult of the Blood Red Moon may be rising once more. The quest to recover it brings Mordred back to a reality that has forsaken him for the memory of a great king who never was.

| What Makes This Character 'Ultimate'? |

This version combines aspects of both the DCAU Mordred and Marvel Comics' Mordred, leveraging the varied storytelling of the Arthurian Legend to return to the heroic Sir Mordred of the earliest known accounts. This version of Mordred also combines magical elements of both Marvel's "Masters of the Mystical Arts" and DC's "Justice League Dark" in order to arrive at a narrative that combines aspects of both to create a story of British superheroes both old and new.

| SUPPORTING CAST |

Nina Skorzeny (Scream Queen)
A young Romanian girl kidnapped and turned into a vampire by the Tenth Circle.

Squire (Cyril Sheldrake)
A boy whose father was killed by Springheeled Jack. The Black Knight's squire.

Dane Whitman (Black Knight)
A descendant of Arthur Pendragon and the current champion of the Lady of the Lake. Wields the Sword of Light and the Shield of Night.

Jericho Drumm (Brother Voodoo)
A member of the Masters of the Mystical Arts, the protector of the London Sanctum.

| ROGUE’S GALLERY |

Lord Crucifer
A powerful and ancient vampire, Crucifer leads the sect of the vampire nation that has come to be known as the Tenth Circle.

Xarus
One of Vlad Dracul's children and Crucifer's lieutenant.

Springheeled Jack
A lesser demon from Limbo who has plagued London since at least 1837.

Klarion the Witch-Boy
A resident of Limbo Town.

Morgan le Fey
A mother's work is never done.

Thomas Cassidy (Black Tom)
A modern Irish highwayman, currently working with Morgan le Fey.

| Locations |

Jordan Tower (The London Sanctum)
Built upon the ruins of an ancient keep dating back to Roman London, the Jordan Tower lies at the intersection of ley lines crossing the Earth. Home to Brother Voodoo.

Limbo Town
A city on the edge of forever, founded by witches from Roanoke, and gateway to Limbo. Located underneath the city of New York.

The House of Mystery
A convergence where the physical realm and the Dreaming cross over.

| Sample Post |

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C A M E L O T
The Kingdom of the Britons | The Year of Our Lord 536

The banners were streaming from atop the parapets.

The sounds of minstrels and the singing of bards punctuated the celebrations on this, the Feast of Stephen. The courtyards and markets brought alive by the tourney that had sprung up around the castle walls to celebrate the hallowed festival of the martyred saint.

The sound of dense wood smacking against wood beat the rhythm of the war drums of child's play. A small gathering of knights and squires surrounding where a pair of boy's sparred in the round. Of the audience, they were the legends. Gods of war in this era and every era since. Sir Galahad, the Knight of the Grail. Jason of Normandy, the Knight of the Blood. Sir Gawain, the Maiden's Knight, greatest of the Knights of the Round Table.

The larger of the boys was Anduin, squire to Sir Jason. A true Briton, of Roman ancestry. His tunic was overlaid in a short coat that was a field embroidered with the likeness of a gold lion - the colors of his knight.

His opponent was a bastard of the Gaels. His Welsh heritage bespoken of by the fair hair and blue eyes that cast a likeness to the king himself. His tunic shifted about his body, cinched at the waist by a double-wrapped Celtic belt. His feet pressing into the moist earth, clad in a pair of caligae that - like his tunic - were largely unchanged from the days when Roman soldiers had marched upon Hadrian's Wall. A time which, for them, was but a few decades earlier. His tabard was two-toned, sewed together of equal parts of white and red.

The colors of the Silent Knight.

Anduin started forward. His size making him like a Goliath moving upon David and fueling an overhead swing that threatened to overpower the smaller page. But the Welsh bastard was fleet-footed, his movements like that of a dancer as he stepped off t the side. His wooden sword angled back as he brought it up in a watershed block that pushed Anduin's blunted blade aside.

It created an opening, into which he neatly stepped through. His wooden sword brought around and then forward, an overhead strike as he pressed the advantage. The attack drove the larger boy back, his desperate leap robbing him of balance as he careened into the audience behind him, stumbling and falling arse-over-backwards. The sight of which sparked the men to laughter.

Still clutching at his wooden sword, the Welsh page had watched the scene transpire with a kind of detachment. His throat warm as he sucked in breath, felt his heart racing inside his chest.

A hand reached out, grabbing his wrist and pulling his sword arm up into the air. As the boy's gaze turned upward, he saw his knight smiling over him as the man raised the boy's arm in a triumph that signaled the end of the match. There was a small smattering of applause, while a others helped Anduin back to his feet.

For his part, the Welsh page was confused. This was his first time taking part in a tourney such as this. Or even seeing such a thing as the Feast of Stephen on the lawn of Camelot.

The confused only deepened as he felt himself seized and lifted up, then spun around. Tankards of mead were raised, as the knights began belting aloud a song of Caedmon. Hugging onto his knight, the page saw the world turn. A merry go round of revelry and good cheer. The minstrel's ballad inciting people to dance.

Shifted around, he found himself feeling somewhat weightless as he went upward. He settled a moment later on the shoulders of the Silent Knight. A man who stood there, wordlessly, as he expressed his gratitude in a language without words for a tankard of mead.

Stood there.

The two of them.

In the shadow of Camelot. From atop the man's shoulder's, the boy looked up and saw the Kent banner flying beside all of the banners. Not least of all the standard of Pendragon.

His mother told him that he would be a king.

To be honest, there was nothing more he wanted so much as to exist in moments like this one. Sir Galahad speaking to Sir Jason. Sir Gawain regaling the maidens fair with stories that were both adventurous and bold. And the Silent Knight, a voiceful member of the company even without uttering a single word.

Maybe he should want to be a king. But to be a knight... to be a knight of the round table... that seemed a far more magnificent thing to him.

LONDON
Present Day

He woke with a start.

Part of him still dreaming, he reached out. Reaching, as though expecting the Silent Knight to be there. Part of him, the part not yet awake, wondering why he wasn't.

And then he remembered.

And wished very much that he didn't.

Dreams. Vile, wicked things. Like honey-lipped demons with butterfly wings, they pulled from memory the sweetest moments... only to pull them away again with the waking. The realization that yesterday was no more, and today was not what it was supposed to be. The promise of so many tomorrows. So many lies.

This a new day surely would birth still more.

X-Men: The New Era

[ Foyer ] [ Interacting With: @Draven | @KatKook ]

There was suddenly a lot of noise coming from the nurse's office.

Then, just as quickly as it seemed to have erupted, it was gone. Leaving the youth thoroughly confused about just what these teenagers were even doing down there.

And, apparently, he was not the only one.

Twisting his body, the young Shi'ar was inverted in the air so that his head was angled toward the floor and he seemed to be seated cross-legged in mid-air. "Hi," the child chirped brightly, as luminous blue eyes scanned the man named Drake before he turned his attention over to the woman who had been introduced as Khloe. "I like your hair," the boy noted, as he looked at the human female.

Human hair seemed to demonstrate as broad a range of coloration and patterns as did Shi'ar plummage.

"I'm Syaoran," the child supplied, introducing himself as he turned his head back toward the man called Drake. "But, I dunno what's really going on," the boy added, with an upside-down shrug. "There was this noise. Then there was a boom. Then there was shouting. And now, it's just us."

The Bounce House

Mordred

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_{[ main theme ] [ battle theme ]}

Original World: Prydain, the world of Disney's The Black Cauldron, based on The Chronicles of Prydain.

Apparent Age: 12-13

Description: A "tweenage" boy from a world not unlike the Welsh Highlands, Mordred has pale skin, a shock of raven dark haira and green eyes that seem to glow with an baleful, eldritch light that suggests his Cauldron-Born origins. He wears dark clothing, with a metal pauldron on the left shoulder. Though his slight build would suggest a less capable fighter or guile hero, this boy prefers a brawl and punches well above his weight when using his Dark Arts ability to channel his inner darkness. Hailing from a pre-industrial society, Mordred is unfamiliar with technology and struggles to comprehend some aspects of worlds that are more technologically advanced or futuristic. In terms of the Final Fantasy franchise, Mordred is an example of a Dark Knight.

_{"How can I be your friend if I don't even know who I am?"}

Personality: Acerbic, cold, and unquestionably aggressive, Mordred pitches himself wholly into the fight, as if eager to throw his life away. Oddly, this seeming disregard for himself is matched only by his apparent desire to protect others. Mordred listens far more than he speaks, though his rare comments are typically jerkass enough that few seek out conversation with him -- which seems to suit boy fine. In truth, Mordred's inability to reconcile with his own identity prompts him to keep others at arm's length, not desiring to be fake or build friendships on the lie of whoever he is (or isn't).

_{"Do you ever hear your name and... not recognize it? Like they're talking about someone else."}

Important Memories:

• "I've been having these strange thoughts lately. Like, is any of this real? Or not? I close my eyes and I'm staring into a mirror. Only the face looking back isn't mine. But, somehow, I think that is was?"
• "I'm looking for someone. Or, I was looking for someone. Or... was it a pig? That doesn't make any sense..."
• "In dreams, I see a fae and a bard. They smile like... like we were friends. Or they were friends with the other me. The other me? This isn't making sense."
• "Sometimes I close my eyes and I see the bard. She's... pretty. I try to call out to her, but I don't know her name."
• "I think I remember something. Or, was it just another dream? There was a battle. I'm fighting... the Horned King? I don't think this ends well for me."

_{"I don't know who I was, or if I was anyone at all. It's like a me that I only see in a dream.
And, maybe, if I pretend that I'm him long enough... I'll become him."}

Far-off Memories: Each of these correspond and expand on the quotations above of what Mordred only vaguely recalls.

• Mordred was Glyndwr, son of Elwyn, and hails from a hamlet known as Caer Maelog.
• Taran Pig-Keeper disappeared shortly before the Horned King re-emerged. Glyndwr set out on a quest to find Taran in the hopes that he could stop the black cauldron once more.
• Glyndwr was joined on his quest by a fairy named Emrys (Merlin analog) and a young bard named Siobhan. As the Horned King and his army of Heartless spread darkness across Prydain, the trio decided to abandon the search for Taran and instead attempt to destroy the source of the Horned King's power (the black cauldron).
• Glyndwr had a crush on Siobhan.
• The trio failed against the Horned King, with Glyndwr's heart being consumed by the black cauldron.

Backstory: Mordred's earliest memory is waking to find himself in the gutter of Traverse Town. No memory of who he was, where he came from, or how he got there. The assumption most people had of him was that he was an orphan whose world had been consumed by darkness. He avoided people and people mostly avoided him. He might have stayed in obscurity if not for the appearance of Heartless, which the boy defeated by a startling display of darkness, leading to people calling him 'Mordred' in reference to a black knight. The Traverse Town incident brought the to the attention of the Cynics, who correctly deduced his being a Nobody. Within the Organization, Mordred acts as a heavy -- providing forceful backup for missions and eagerly pitching himself against Heartless. Seemingly content to go from mission to mission, avoiding dreams or recollection by minimizing downtime and volunteer for the next opportunity to go off-world.

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Battle Profile

Attack: 7

Defense: 4

Magic: 1

Tech: 0

Command: 0

Light: 0

Darkness: 6
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Shadowbringer

_{Shadowbringer, the edge of darkness (catboy not included).}

Special Weapon: Shadowbringer, a large zweihander-style sword that is comically overlarge against Mordred's small frame. Forged of black steel, shadows and dark energies seem to infuse the weapon, causing it to flicker with violet and red light.

Special Abilities:

• Dark Arts: The source of the boy's unnatural resolve. By attuning to the darkness both within him and around him, Mordred can transcend the limits of his child body, increasing his physical abilities..
• Edge of Darkness: Mordred's Limit Break, infusing his sword with dark energies to unleash a flood of darkness on his opponent.
• Dark Corridor: Opens a portal to another location the user is familiar with. It takes some time to manifest - enough that this technique is ineffective in battle. Mortals cannot pass through a dark corridor more than once a day without falling ill.

X-Men: The New Era

[ Dorms > Foyer ] [ Post Theme: Cartoons ] [ Interacting With: open ]

The young Shi'ar was sprawled out on the floor.

The room that had been set aside for the school's youngest student was furnished differently than the remainder of the dorms. There was only a single bed in the room, a high sleeper that was elevated like a top bunk, except that underneath was a desk instead of another bed. A colorful rug dominated the floor, which was littered with toys and comics of varying genre. A bean bag chair sat off to one side, across from a small television which was currently displaying the programming of Cartoon Network.

The bag of Cheetos puffs lay open within arm's reach of the child. The boy was on his stomach, propped up on his arms with a pencil in hand as he looked over the open text book and made markings on the lined paper that was the homework that was a work-in-progress. The markings were lightly penned out in a non-human script, as the boy made notations in his native language before going back and writing in his answers in the human language that was known as English.

Over the din of the animated drama playing out in the background, the feather-headed half-pint raised his head up as a loud sound seemed to resonate from outside of the building. Except, it was muffled, and when several second ticked by and he didn't hear anything else, the child went back to what he had been doing.

A minute ticked by, then another.

There was some commotion out in the hallway outside of his room, distracting him, though he hadn't thought all that much of it. The aliens inhabiting this school seemed to often get excited about things that were beyond Syaoran's understanding. Usually about something on television that was usually boring.

Another sound. This one forceful, like a shockwave.

Pushing up from the floor, the child wandered over the window that looked out from his room, except that his room faced out to the side of school. Moving to the door to his room, the boy stuck his head out into the hallways and realized that there was some noise and commotion rising from out of the entry and foyer to the school.

Making his way out of his room, the child crossed to the stairs. Raising himself up so that he was hovering in mid-air, the boy peered down into the entry as he watched, curious, as to the comings and goings.