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In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Patio
Skills: Stamina


Ayita's in the passenger seat of the bear mech? Who else was 'controlled'?

The idea that some of them were being manipulated was highly disturbing. Was she under control? If she was, it certainly wasn't like earlier when she punched herself in the face but Old Spice didn't say 'made to dance like a marionette' she said 'under control'. Whats to say her emotions weren't being played with in order to subtly force her to comply with the puppeteer's grand scheme? Shelly thought about her actions up until this point, had she done anything particularly out of character? Nothing stood out, could she continue safe in the knowledge she wasn't controlled? Maybe she could assume so for now.

Could she even trust the psychic? She was the one delivering the information, but what was part of the ruse? What if its intention was to destroy any remaining faith in X-men? What if its intention was to revive any remaining faith in X-men? Source or not, she'd been really inconsistent when it came to violence, punishing thoughtcrime, insisting on non-violence afterwards and now, after she'd come to a decent plan to sate the Ayita's rage without injury then informs her violence was the only solution? It was fucking with her head. If it weren't for the fact she'd gained some small respite from fighting due to their intervention, she wouldn't have even considered she was telling the truth. The story did add up though. It was a good explanation for the violence escalating in the sitting room also, Shelly's running theory up until this point was that other muties had gotten involved in the Irony vs Speed punch up, rival factions had been drawn up and they'd been duking it out, mutant-style, ever since. Instead some people, maybe even Mister Irony himself, were chosen to do some unknown force's bidding, thus fighting. Made sense.

With everyone fighting, whether they be the instigators or in self defence, Shelly had absolutely no way to verify who was controlled and who wasn't. It meant that she couldn't, in good conscious, go round knocking people senseless, or did it? Because atleast if Shelly did it she could be relied on not take it any further than that and no permanent damage would be the result. Or could she? Shelly had no idea at this point.

Out of the darkness, Ayita charged. It was terrifying to watch, and must have been even worse to be on the recieving end. The apex predator wasn't anywhere to be seen one moment, and pounding, full pelt, towards the couple/siblings the next. It was tough to tell initially if she'd had gotten the upperhand on them, it didn't seem so as the bear was beamed to the ground, but Ayita wasn't the only one. As the beam caught Jean, Shelly watched the man's goggles slide across the patio. She had to get those back to him, Shelly couldn't fight the bear, but it looked lik-

A familiar pain seared across Shelly's back as the beam swept across her. But there were more important issues at hand, if Shelly could take one of those Ayita wouldn't be out for long either and Shelly was down a convienent ally or two. Shelly grit her teeth and scrambled up with impressive vigor, fighting through all the pain, snatching up the visor in her left hand and making a break for the only other standing silhouette outside.

Ignoring the pain was not outside Shelly's capacity, she'd fought rough slugging matches before, but the reality of the totality of her injuries couldn't be. The numbness down her left side, the broken rib, the face shot and the recent blast to her back; she'd overstretched getting up so fast and in her hubris, Shelly'd stumbled and her grip on the visor was lost. It was closer than before, maybe even the rattling and bouncing noise it made as it scraped across the floor would help him locate it, but it was still going to take a miracle for him to get it back on his face, eyes closed, despite Shelly's efforts. It was mortifying, and the embarassment would have killed her then and there if it weren't for the presence of a bloody polar bear.

The mound of fur and muscle stirred slightly in the dim light radiating from the house.

"What the fuck are you going to do Shelly? You going to go toe to toe with a fucking bear? In your condition?" It was a terrifying thought, but maybe bear baiting, even for an instant, would give the other two a gnat's dick of a chance at subduing Ayita, because if they went down first Shelly was pretty fucked anyway, and they were already kinda down. Inside, Shelly was trembling. Outside though, Shelly was fucking trembling. "Was I really going to do this?" Shelly was running out of time before the bear would be active again, this was probably her only chance to say some meaningful last words. She drew in a deep breath.

"FUCK OFF MUTIES!"

In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Patio
Skills: N/A


A God Damn Polar Bear.

Immediately, the urge to smash the button took Shelly as she again feared for her life. She fought herself internally, it wasn't an ejector button, and quickly her thoughts turned to an actual plan of escape. Shelly had encountered a bear or two before and had recieved a couple too many bear safety training courses during the little schooling she got. Acting like prey was a bad idea; running and continuing to play dead were only going to put her on the recieving end of a thousand pounds worth of bear. The training she'd recieved told her she should make herself as big and loud as possible, both of which were things that came quite naturally to her. But Shelly wasn't fighting a bear, Shelly was fighting a human pilot in a bear mech, at least for the time being, and right now Ayita seemed much more interested in Aunty Mindreader than her. Ayita's bear senses and bear speed was going to make escaping into the darkness impossible, making escaping inside the go to idea, especially when a polar bear would have trouble navigating doors at any speed, to continue the pursuit she'd need swap to something Shelly might be able to handle indoors. That said she did not want to join the brawl that was raging in the sitting room, getting caught in the crossfire would be as bad for her in her condition. It would leave her pursuer in pretty awful shape too, but something made Shelly think they'd be more careful with Ayita than they would with her.

Things were really getting out of fucking hand.

Shelly hadn't yet dared move, but turning her head as slightly as possible gave her a view of how clear her route to the door would be. By the window, Jean weaved between Ayita's massive paws. A turn and a swing as she reached for the door would be likely be game over. Were there other options? It was beyond risky but perhaps now Ayita had the husband/wife brother/sister duo's number they'd deal with her and she could just remain resting uncomfortably prone. Beyond risky wasn't like Shelly at all, but at this point, what wasn't?

What about talk to Ayita? Shelly had just tried that and much to her surprise neither birds nor bears could hold much conversation. Maybe there was one way to talk to her still. Shelly cleared her mind, God she hoped Second Ginger was still listening in on her private thoughts.

"Aunty, before everyone you love and care about becomes bear shit do you think you can, like..." Shelly hesitated, wondering whether what she was about to ask was stupid,"...Can you patch me through to her? Because you're right, this can still end non-violently."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location:Patio
Skills: Stamina

Shelly could not punch her way out of a bird fight. The ravens were on a bloody mission nothing was going to distract them from swooping on Shelly, not even the sun capturing safety glass. Shelly ducked and tightened her guard, protecting her face, the ravens couldn't break any more bones, but they could take out an eye. Nothing could be done about the torturous scratching to the back of the head and intense throbbing inside, but neither would kill her, it was just cruel.

The nuclear option was looking like the easy way out, it always did, and that was why she ought to be so careful with it. It simply wasn't fair to mess with people the way she could, and so it had to be justified, not just an escape, but with a clear and appropriate goal in mind. Ordinary escape however was still a good idea. While she still had half a tank of gas, bolting back inside was an option but by the looks of things, she'd have better chances out here versus one mutie, than in there versus several. Jean's pleas for non-violence fell on deaf ears, after what you did to me? How dare you. Shelly was still glad the puppeteer's new found pascifism meant it was still a one on one for now.

Shelly turned her attention back to her attacker.How had she gotten this bent out of shape over words and tap water? Shelly puzzled over the connundum. She roared and hissed like a wild animal, transformed into animals, talks of the events of her past from the perpective of an animal, her own brother outright admitted she doesn't behave like an ordinary human. You Humans... Its almost like she doesn't even consider herself one. But to put it to her bluntly that she's animalistic, she takes offence? It was absurd, incoherent. So why did she even leave? Despite the hunters, despite the food shortages, where you not happier with your pack? And if she thought being a human would save you from those, guess again. Shelly knew all too well about the sort of hunters that would have Ayita just for her mutant blood. Why would she even bother trying to socialise with humans if she hated their kind so much? It was only going to lead to more conflic-

Oh.

They were more alike than Shelly first realised. Girls torn between two very seperate worlds, never quite fitting in either. The pieces slotted into place: bad behaviour, words choosen hastily, bullying and retaliation. Everything made sense, Shelly still wasn't wrong, but atleast she understood how they got here.

The headache was only getting worse and any desire to continue physically fighting with Ayita was waning. Maybe the mutie mindreader was right, maybe the fight could be ended with non-violence, but how? Armed with the knowledge they were cast from a similar dye, Shelly tried to ponder what she'd want to hear in Ayita's position, but between the torture and the headache, she could barely think.

Shelly collapsed to the ground defeated, arms still wrapped across her face.

"What do you want from me Ayita?" Shelly murmured.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Formal Sitting Room -> Patio
Skills: Identity Obfuscation, Stamina, Boxing


Shelly stared out across the estate at the setting sun, it had an understated beauty to it that was hard to not appreciate, even on its side. How had she even gotten here? Last thing she remembered was a humourous invitation to spank her ass which someone had clearly taken her up on. The serenity of the whipping wind and soft rustling of the leaves was such a relief compared to din of inside. Had she landed on her head? She reached up with both hands and it was immediately obvious where she'd landed, her left flank throbbed with the dull pain of bumps and scrapes, nothing major. The nuggets of safety glass shimmered in the reflected glory of the Sun's rays, gently crunching under her as she sat up. Gazing into the middle distance, Shelly gently tugged on her lip, reflecting on the events that transpired. Threatened, puppeteered, punched and finally launched out of a window, as advertised.

They'd collectively made their desire's plain to her, she wasn't welcome at the mansion whether she wanted to stay or not.

Rising on hands and knees, Shelly caught a glimpse behind her. She was there. From the corner of her eye, she could see Jean was looming over her. The telepath had hovered the distance across the patio, soundlessly crossing the glass strewn floor towards her with her shadow trailing behind her, and was already on top of her. Terrified, Shelly recoiled, Wasn't it fucking enough to eject her from the house? Judge Anderson, psychic judge, jury and executioner, weighed down on her. Talking wasn't safe. Thinking wasn't safe. The beatdown was coming. Pushing the button was no longer petty, it was about self preservation. Shelly's little heart thumped faster and faster, with every passing moment her agency was closer to being stripped from her or, now they were in open space, catapulted a great deal higher or faster. Shelly tried to breathe, tried to relax, tried to calculate but the knowledge her every thought could be read like an open book, it was paralyzing. Her hand hovered over the button, the klaxons rang through her mind. Cyclops bursting out the window was the final straw, her nerve was shot and Shelly, hardly ready for it herself, squeezed her eyes shut and reflexively punched the button.

Just for an instant, Shelly ripped through the meta-physical world to an identity-less dimension, there was just her and her twin. Shelly always hated leaving her behind - not in this void, but in her place. She was always smiling, arms length away, Didn't they know they'd blame her and not I? Was she just happy to see me? Before she could barely consider, she snapped back to real space.

Shelly was still on the floor looking up, which was worrying because she shouldn't think she was still there. Shelly's memories of the last half hour were still in first person, meaning dissociation had definitely failed for her and she hadn't become the mysterious, body double stranger she'd hope to be to protect her from more mind reading. Her blood ran cold, she'd needed it to take effect on all three of them, any loose ends... It was barely worth considering. Shelly scrambled to her feet, the telepath was busy tending the guy she came in with, she had a chance to escape, if it weren't for a new assailant.

I don't know the meaning of the word bullying?

Agony. Pain coursed through her chest, and yet Shelly still wondered how you could even think to utter that while breaking someone's rib. How could she be so oblivious? Ayita shouted, telegraphing her attack, and so Shelly took the opportunity to step in, limiting Ayita's space making a roundhouse a poor choice, especially after being close enough to punch her chest. It connected, to low to hit her head, to high to make the pain in her chest worse.

Shelly swung. Her body twisted, muscles squeezing in unison to shoot a well aimed bolt to the face. Fist connected with eye socket. She channeled it all, the pain in her face, her side and her chest, all the anguish and fear. A matching shiner, for sure. She didn't allow the cat girl to recoil, Shelly did not stand her ground, but pressed forward, guard up and ready. Ready on the button too, should she need it.

"I know."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Formal Sitting Room
Skills: N/A

Shelly's muscles twisted and strained awkwardly, launching a powerful blow that Shelly barely had time to react to, turning her face enough just in time to spare her nose. Shelly barely had time to consider why her body had begun beating her up when the other fist gut punched her, winding her. Shelly was dazed and confused, but she wasn't confused for long.

"You didn't hear what her thoughts were,"

It didn't take long for Shelly to put one and two together. Shelly seathed with indignation, clutching at her throbbing face and stomach. How dare you. How fucking dare you! Shelly couldn't believe just how quickly and compliantly these muties had reached her expectations of them. Every single one of them was a liability, a child with a hand grenade and a God complex. They were all vicious predators and they were incapable of functioning without flexing their mutie muscles and this was not on, this was SO not on. Shelly had been kind when she called the institute an indifferent, uncaring but fair nature reserve, it was not, it was a gladitorial pit, maybe even a slaughterhouse.

"Honestly, now I'm curious as to why she's here, but Xavier likely has his reasons..."

Shelly knew precisely what she was here to do. Shelly wasn't here to be deprogrammed, Shelly was here to get them all under fucking control. Only she was well enough equipped in both mental faculties, willpower and raw mutant power to fuck with each and every one of them until they too came round to her philosophy on being a decent fucking human being. It was time to teach some nosey wine aunt a lesson in keeping the fuck out of my head. The safety was now off and Shelly was primed to blow, all she had to do was release the cord and that was better done before the psychic decided to make Shelly her plaything again than after. Regardless, Shelly had to take stock before using the nuclear option. She breathed deep, filling her lungs and emptying her mind. Yes! Revenge! An eye for an eye! A blood sacrifice in my Honor! The body screamed as it stung and ached and bruised, but the spirit? It was not so willing. Shelly imagined herself writing the now necessary "Book of Sin" entry that night by the light of a candle, as she always did. There on the page, compared to the last few entries, it read so... Petty. Getting one over on someone was not what her curse was for, it a real, serious choice with real, serious consequences, not a toy to be messed with.

Shelly took her hand off the detonator. Thats what made her better than them. Self control.

Her rage subsiding and the adrenaline fading with it, it became increasing apparent how painful her face was. Shelly wiped a tear off her puffy cheek with one hand as she reached over the arm of her chair into her bag for her mirror with the other. Ouch, people are going to want words with my husband.

Shelly watched as Monsieur Ironic Mutant ironically hated on another mutant with his ironic fist and listened as chairs were being smashed outside by one or both of the girls Shelly had tried to stop earlier before Neko-chan came back in crying to Onii-sama about how she's not a murderer and fucking catnip? Children with hand grenades and God complexes. Shelly could barely hold the laughter in, it helped that smiling was sore. Inner party member was going to busy bringing the beat down on all the new Thought Criminals, who had to be thinking naughty words as they engaged in senseless violence. No? She wasn't doing that? Colour me surprised. Shelly was still determined to beam her a message.

If you're still listening; since I'm having so much fun I'm going to let you off with a warning, and that warning is 'I'm going teach your niece a filthy thing or two about self-love', consentually of course.

With that thought nicely wrapped up, Shelly got up with a slap of her thighs. "Just going to grab some ice for this fucker," Shelly announced, gesturing to her bloodied eye, "and I'll be back for round 2, probably. Don't worry, everyone will get their shot at bullying the new bitch."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Formal Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


Some group therapy this was turning out to be. The new contender squared up and Shelly rose out of her seat, but Shelly gaze remained fixed on the grappling ladies in the doorway. Shelly was right, things were getting out of hand but perhaps not because catgirls were bad touching people. The halfpint of Seventeen Magazine certainly up'd the ante again, unnecessarily, getting herself physically involved. She was all talk though, there was no way missy one meal was going to throw anything but her back trying. God she wound Shelly up something chronic, Thick skull? If there weren't more important things taking place, Shelly'd give her nose a taste of how thick skulled she was but that was what made them different.

It was one thing to accurately describe people in a way that if they could internalise would help them grow as a person, another thing to hurl meaningless insults like "bitch", another thing to grab someone by the arm and another to fling them out the window. Words were words, grabbing people was not on. You can't go round manhandling people like that.

The attacked woman reluctantly left the room with her agressor, it was tough to imagine at this point anyone disagreed with her for any reason but the obvious. She was an outsider, a stranger, and she challenged the natural order. Order. Perhaps the catgirl wasn't to blame for her animalistic tendancies, in a world where some people can change into animals and some can counjour glitter then it couldn't be possible to consider each other equals. The weak make flowers, the strong engage in harassment. And this is all they know, they're just so ingrained in the system abuse is the norm.

With them out of the room, her focus relinquished. She was definitely the centre of attention and the only way that a fight was to break out is if she wanted it too. She looked up at the slutty toerag dead in the eyes and sat back in the chair delicately, if Shelly had not concerned about people in another room, she'd have given her the trademark signature shit eating grin, but we weren't at peak smug just yet and so she'd have to do with the thoroughly unimpressed frown she'd had on since the snatching took place. Your move.

"...Now ain't that just plain rude,"

Oh my stars an' stripes! We couldn'a be havin' them naughty words bein' spoken, deary me, oh lordy. 'specially when chil'en were fightin' in ta halls! Fucking blow me huckleberry.

"Sad day ta see mutants hatin' on each other though."

Ironic, Shelly wasn't the one threatening to throw anyone out windows or pulling people away from others. Shelly was not the bad gal here. These snowflakes were struggling already and they hadn't even heard the worst of it.

Finally the moment Shelly had been waiting for, Shitty Sibling was about to pontificate and she was all ears.

"...she has better manners than you as well as a vocabulary..."

Vocabulary? They really did want to test her. Shelly made a mental note, this one deserved a chewing out the likes of which he had never heard, one that pressed every button, Shelly would play his nerves like a bloody violin and she was already getting the hang of the fingering.

"...I should probably stop them, keeping the peace and everything..."

No surprise to Shelly, he really was a totally humourless personality vacuum. What was a surprise was how greasy and slippery his words were, the venomous way he barbed her. The way he slithered in his seat. There was a word for men like him, he was like a... now what did you call them? Oh yeah,

A cunt.

However all of this posturing was a veiled admission of his mistake and this was enough from him for Shelly as the violence hadn't materialized. It was still tough to relax, despite 10 seconds having elapsed and not being on the patio the agression she was reading off the Bratz doll was still pretty intense and the "business" between Ginger and the catgirl hadn't been concluded, but she tried to give off the air she had, in further attempts to "keep the peace" as he so rightly put it.

"Apology accepted," Shelly agreed, hesitating for a moment to prevent herself from inserting a well deserved, hilarious, but unproductive comment. "and while we're all formally introducing ourselves, I'm Michelle, and I too have a penchant for card games."

Shelly did not have a penchant for card games.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Formal Sitting Room
Skills: N/A


Shelly smiled her naughty smile, some good natured ribbing had made her almost forget she was in permenant mutie group therapy. It was hard not to smile, the giggles of the fairy girl were infectious like a baby's and a game at Serious Sibling's expense was afoot. Its was hard not be naughty, it was just her nature. Michelle sat forward, her eyes lit up dangerously.

"I love cats,"

Puke. She started so strong too. Shelly chalked it up to having less interest in a man almost twice their age than her Powerpuff Pals, which was more than understandable. Shelly wondered if it was too early to pre-judge her as a "one of them" and maybe in a more controlled environment would demonstrate her more respectable side, it wasn't really though was it? Despite exposing her true colours, Shelly still reckoned the "fat ass" angle might have potential. The game was still on.

"...Yeah, come on Annie, let's go to the kitchen,"

He looked genuinely saddened by the idea these two happy children only arrived in mutie heaven on Earth because of a card game, which was perplexing. Michelle contorted her facial features into one that better telegraphed that it was just a joke, but the magic was already gone, the tension was slaughtered and the opportunity: lost. That boy was WAY too sensitive or WAY too dumb, and to think he held a shaky finger on an unspecified armageddon button. Man alive. Michelle slumped back in her armchair, retreating deep into her hoodie, and before she'd even realised it, she was back to stress squeezing her face, double knuckles to cheeks, which emphasised her already ludicrous pout. It was going to take a tremendous faux pas from Grim Kin to return to regular play.

The giggling had become one of those irritating, itchy infections, or maybe that was the feline presence, and Shelly only held back from intervening because she admittedly was powerless to stop them and it would only make her a target of hijinxs, which she really did not want. Much to her surprise however, the fairy twins could be controlled. Bribery, Shelly commited to memory. The new guest was pretty cute and her ability to end the ear torture certainly improved Shelly's opinion of her. It came as quite a shock then when one of the cats morphed back into a human and attempted to whisk the ginger away. She didn't know her from Eve but the catgirl gave off wicked typical bad mutie vibes and the brother was just not bothered, if anything he supported this behaviour. Maybe that was harsh, he didn't condemn this behaviour. Michelle rocked forward, returning to being poised on the edge of the seat, a hand wrapped around the arm to help her spring out if need be. Shelly wanted clarity, she did not want to have to break up a teenage mutie hero scuffle, and decided to inquire politely.

"OI!" Miss Diggby scolded Richard with before she really knew where she was going with this,"start tutoring and tell your feral sister 'paws off' before I get hose."
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Michelle "Shelly" Diggby


Location: Women's Dormitory -> Formal Sitting Room
Skills: N/A

Michelle sat on her bed leafing through her largest diary, reading by the sunlight that streamed through her window. It was coming up to 6 months at the Xavier Institute for Godless Heathens and she had yet to be persuaded that this really was the home for her. "I mean, she had been persuaded", Shelly admitted, old Charlie had convinced her to stay this long. He had a way of speaking and not just the directly into your bloody mind thing, Shelly guessed it was his conviction in his belief that no one is beyond redemption in a way only a powerful mind reader with a school full of broken human beings could be. It was this unconditional benevolence that had encouraged her to open up this much. The word "Chump" leapt out from the page at Shelly. "Chump. Me AND him." Shelly thought quietly, as to not be overheard.

Shelly paused from poking her cheek to moisten the finger ready to flip the page, but she wasn't really reading anymore. The idea when she sat down was to ask past Shelly for reasons to stay and go to make it easier but she was just getting lost in the detail. There was obviously value in both leaving and staying, but the swaying factor was the freedom or more over, the control. Here she could learn the discipline she never had in her youth because of her powers, now despite her powers. If she behaved as she promised, Xavier promised her "gift" could be channeled towards loftier goals than she could imagine, and he'd be the one to know. Shelly shut the diary, ritualistically fastening the really not that complicated clasp that just stopped the pages flapping around and plopped it ceremoniously back on the desk.

"Ah... Fuckin'..." Sailor Shelly muttered to herself while her language centre tried desperately hard to get an answer out of the calculation and planning parts of her brain. It roughly translated to what did she want to get done next? Shelly wandered out of her sanctuary and downstairs in hope of finding inspiration, or food, which ever came first. Shelly was pretty confident that she'd stumble on the latter first by design when, at the foot of the stairs, she could hear voice much more clearly. Outside, visitors were distantly chit-chatting amongst themselves, older people but younger than the grumps that haunted the basement, finally a chance to socialise with people her own age? While inside in the mmmm, Formal Sitting Room, kiddy winks were making a comparative racket.

Shelly didn't want to be percieved as ambushing new arrivals or mutie celebs on the stairs and reluctantly threw herself into the ball pit where, much to her surprise, she found an adult trying to keep the peace. Shelly tip-toed indiscreetly through the room to a spare armchair as to not disturb the tangent monologue adventure he'd taken us all on or the follow up tactical assault questions from the big child. Before she could answer he'd lost interest, but Big Brother didn't seem like the sort to take accusations of kidnapping lightly and with an "unexpected" visitation likely any moment now, Shelly thought it might be a good idea to diffuse this particular situation.

"Hey now, you can't just assume that. There's lots of ways to wind up here," Shelly directed at Dean, "he might have won them in a game of cards, for instance."

Diffuse? My bad mutie mindreaders.
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@BlueSky44 What next? Am I good to start posting?
In X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽 → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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