Lord Wraith

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

“Aurora,” Lorcán called, his eyes slowly opening, no longer seeing the dark forest but rather the white lights of the infirmary, “I love you, Aurora.”

“Whoa, buddy!” He heard Cass call, his cousin was always one to ruin a tender moment. “About time you woke up.”

Suddenly Aurora’s smiling face was over him and Lorcán smiled back, struggling to move his hand to wipe away the tears he saw forming in the corners of her eyes, tears that were no doubt for him.

“It’s a miracle.” She breathed, placing her hand near him. It was surreal, this moment, this second chance he was given, they were given. And she definitely wasn’t going to waste it.

“It wasn’t a miracle,” Lorcán explained, patting his hand forward until he found Aurora’s, his eyes still firmly shut. She relished in the familiar warmth of his skin.

“Amma came in here in the middle of the night,” He continued and Aurora leaned in closer. Lorcán coughed slightly before he continued speaking.

“Amma. She did something to help.”

Aurora’s eyes went wide, shock etched on her features.

"I-I..." She stammered, her eyes instantly beginning to water. With a sniffle, she managed to speak coherently. "You should go get Tori and Aiden, tell them he's awake. Ripley too."

"I need a minute."

“No, don’t go! I want you here! Wait!”

Without another word, she teleported out of the infirmary. Lorcán was left grasping empty air before his eyes closed again before they could well up as Aurora disappeared, slumber overtaking his body.

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_{Location: The Infirmary - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University}

Dance Monkey #4.002: I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

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Previously: November Rain

“You absolute moron!”

Lorcán looked up from his meal, his eyes meeting Ripley’s as she burst into the hospital room followed shortly by Cassander. Lorcán felt fairly lucky at that moment that Ripley hadn’t inherited the family's penchant for fire based on her tone of voice and the anger in her eyes.

“You called Aurora, Amma while holding her hand?” Ripley’s volume only increased as she came around the bed beside Lorcán. “This is your good arm right?”

“Yeah-”

Lorcán suddenly winced as Ripley drove her fist into his bicep before following it up with two more quick punches. Cassander on the other hand simply leaned against the door frame, smirking in response to the exchange between the two.

“A little help?” Lorcán asked only for Cass to shake his head.

“No, no, even I agree with her, Lor.” Cassander responded, “I was there, I had to witness the hurt in Aurora’s eyes, I have no idea how you’re ever going to apologize for this one. She had tears streaming down her face, she couldn’t get out of here fast enough, Lor.” He rolled his eyes before speaking again.

“Say it with me now, Au-ror-a, nothing like Am-ma,” Cass deadpanned, “But instead you wake up and go ‘Mmm’ ‘Amma!’ ‘Oh, Amma, Amma baby just like that,’” He mocked, “Must have been one hell of a dream you were having about Elvira.”

“Absolute moron!” Ripley chimed in, giving Lorcán one last punch before finally sitting down. “I hope they gave you lime Jell-O.”

“Aw man,” Lorcán moaned, suddenly seeing the package of green, “They actually did-”

“Really the least of your concerns right now, cuz.”

“What do you expect me to do?” Lorcán asked, “I was on drugs, I wasn’t dreaming about Amma, I was trying to tell Aurora that it wasn’t a miracle, it was Amma. Amma did something to me.”

“Maybe wake up next time and say, I’ve loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you and I couldn’t die knowing I’d never get to look into your eyes again!” Ripley interjected, prompting both a look from Cass and Lorcán.

“Or, just start with getting the name right.” Cass retorted.

“I said ‘I love you, Aurora’ first.” Both cousins paused to look at Lorcán before Cass shook his head.

“As someone who was there, I can certainly assure you that you did not.”

“You responded,” Lorcán argued, “You said ‘Whoa buddy’ almost immediately,”

Cass smacked a hand to his face before dragging it down his jaw in exasperation.

“You may think that’s what you said, but to the land of the living, you groaned.”

“Dude, no! Dude,” Lorcán was at a loss for words, his head spinning between Cass and Ripley, “Brah,”

“Bro,” Ripley replied, imitating Cass’ deadpan, “You fraked up.”

“Language!” Both Cass and Lorcán scolded the younger girl who rolled her eyes so hard they looked like they would vanish into the back of her head.

“You kiss our mother with that mouth, young lady?” Cass replied with a smirk before Ripley stood and slugged him in the arm.

“What’s ‘Rora’s favourite flower?” Ripley asked, turning back to Lorcán who had taken to poking the Jell-O cup with his fork.

“Uh, roses, no tulips, I think,”

“Then go and get about a hundred dozen tulips and place them all over her dorm room and maybe then she’ll think about forgiving you for calling her Amma!”

“I’m starting to think you’ve pissed Ripley off more than ‘Rora, Lor.” Cass chimed in with a small sneer before Ripley turned on him again. For a fourteen-year-old girl who was maybe ninety pounds soaking wet, she had already mastered ‘the look’.

“Of course I’m pissed off, because he hurt Aurora.” Ripley snapped, “You two need to talk, you need to apologize and you need to COM-MUN-I-CATE!” She continued, her voice growing in volume while Lorcán continued to absently poke at the cup of gelatin. Snatching the lime jell-o, Ripley hurled it at the wall as Cass tried to contain his mirth at the pint-size hurricane.

“Stop playing with your damn food and get some damn clothes on, get the hell out there and find Aurora!” Ripley yelled before spinning around and put a finger to Cass’s face, “And I dare you to reprimand me on my damn language.” Cass smirked but ultimately remained quiet before Ripley turned to leave, suddenly spinning around and lunging before backing off.

“That’s what I thought, huh, punk-ass bitch.”

Shaking his head, Cass raised a hand and flicked Ripley across the top of her ear, prompting a squeal of pain as she ducked and moved out of arm’s reach before looking again to Lorcán.

“Move your ass, Roth!”

“Then get out, I ain’t hanging eleven in front of you kooks,” Lorcán responded looking for his clothes as Ripley suddenly realized the validity of his comment.

“Okay, but if you’re not out in five minutes, I’m sending Cass back in.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Campus - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

Dance Monkey #4.001: A Change Is Gonna Come

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Previously: Crawling

A cloud hung over the Pacific Royal campus in the day following Haven’s rescue and Lorcán’s mysterious recovery. Daedalus had still managed to escape and neither Shiv nor Torres were any closer to discovering the mad scientist’s true identity. But despite the events of the last two weeks, all things were still a go on the Senior Formal and you could tell the upperclassmen were looking forward to a reason to kick back and blow off some steam.

Thursday arrived quickly after what had felt like the longest week since Jim had taken the reins of Pacific Royal. The students assisting Calliope, Harper and Gil had all arrived ahead of time to the Augmented Reality Center, turning the training facility into a full-blown Hollywood gala. Bartenders from the speakeasy had begun bringing in kegs and liquor to set up for the event while community contributors from the Mess Hall had begun work on the food for tomorrow's dance.

Jim stood in the center of the A.R.C., nodding his approval before departing. He had a meeting with Miranda scheduled and Teresa Torres was scheduled to return today as well. In his absence, he left the dance in the capable and pliable hands of Aaron Matthews, one of his closest colleagues.

Though he had no doubt he’d pay the price for it later.

Enrollment at Pacific Royal continued to drop, especially as word got around about Haven’s kidnapping, the sunken sub-basement and Lorcán’s attack in the Northern Forest. Team Eclipse in particular had lost almost all of their students save for three.

It was unprecedented, but Jim was considering combining the remaining members of Eclipse with those in Blackjack. Between the revelation about Pallyx, Mei’s departure and the fact the team seemed to always have at least one member in the infirmary, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to bring their numbers back up.

Blackjack had always been the most receptive to lost souls.

While students were expected to attend classes both today and tomorrow, Jim had no doubt that many in the senior class would be taking their leisure time or skipping class to catch a ferry to the mainland. Blackjack in particular was bound to be a big offender given their recent struggles and lack of other opportunities.

Jim still needed to have a talk with Rory regarding the endangerment of the team and his lack of trust to involve the faculty. Unfortunately, Tyler was a product of what the faculty had come to refer to as ‘the Hyperion Generation’. Students who had bore witness to the school’s greatest tragedy and thus the inability of the faculty to stop it. It eroded the trust those students held towards the authority around them and given the tragedies that had followed Jim couldn’t blame them entirely.

He was after the first true Chancellor in the last five years and unlike his predecessor, he wasn’t a terrorist.

Still, he was elected during ‘wartime’ and as such had a lot of tough decisions to make to keep the school afloat. Discussion with the team following Haven however had illuminated some new truths and while Jim still was holding Rory accountable as the team leader, it was interesting to know that Baxter had played a huge role in Haven’s rescue. To Jim’s understanding now, Harper had led the team effectively and while she too was to be blamed for the lack of trust in the administration, Jim wanted to cultivate her leadership and thus had deputized her alongside Rory to make up for Tad still being comatose.

Perhaps with holding each other accountable, a better course of decision-making would follow in the future.

“‘Course it is Blackjack, so probably not.” Jim muttered aloud to himself before taking a seat on a nearby bench as he watched the hustle and bustle of the campus.

Sometimes it was nice to just take a moment and be part of the world.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Campus - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

Take On Me #3.072: Crawling

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Previously: The Black

“This is the first time he’s left a subject alive.”

Miguel nodded on the screen as Torres spoke into the microphone.

“He’s relying less and less on help though, we only found three other bodies. There are still at least two other students unaccounted for who were identified as members of Hyperion’s Children. But overall, Daedalus is simultaneously getting bolder and sloppier.” Shiv reported.

“He’s devolving then.”

“It would seem so, which means next time is going to be even messier.” The Foundation Fist replied before taking a sip of the black coffee in front of him. On the screen, Torres mirrored him, drinking her own coffee from her hotel in San Francisco.

“Daedalus’ entire mission has been about pushing the Hyperhuman gene further, making it stronger. He’s trying to create something.”

“The perfect host.” Shiv replied as Torres quietly nodded in agreement. “Which means he’s dying.”

“So he’ll have an accelerated timeline,” Torres responded, “I know we have our differences, but I think you’d be wise to bring in one of H.E.L.P.’s H.I.T. units, they specialize in this kind of stuff. The Force isn’t trained for the kind of mind that Daedalus has and you simply don’t have enough resources.”

“How are they coping with the loss of Tawhiri?”

“The boosters have left most of them emotionally stunted, they’re barely reacting to his death. Worse still, some of them are forgetting he’s gone.” Torres replied, “I want them off these boosters, but I’m afraid the psychosis will set in. Despite Montgomery’s adamant denial of such things.”

“Why Nakamura got into bed with that madman, I will never understand. But it is not my place to challenge the Master.”

“Then I shan’t tempt any further slander from your lips,” Torres stated, “Though I do worry about Nakamura’s decision-making more and more each day. He expects the Force deployed to find Tawhiri’s killer; he believes a show of force is what the assassin needs. I’m worried, we’re putting our best and most valuable assets directly in harm’s way.”

“I shall talk to him.” Shiv nodded, “Hold the Force back, see if you can get them each submitted for a full psych evaluation. Hunting down the assassin will fall firmly on his Eyes and his Ears. When the assassin is found, then I shall strike.” He added, his stoic expression unflinching before uttering one final bone-chilling statement.

“There is no mercy for those who meet the Foundation’s fist.”

“I don’t like fighting a war on three fronts, Miguel. I need you on campus while we have to deal with Daedalus. Spreading you between him and this assassin weakens us in both investigations and we’re still trying to make headway with H.E.L.P. regarding P.R.C.U.” Torres rubbed the back of her neck, trying to ease the stress settling into her shoulders.

“Then perhaps, the enemy of our enemy is our ally. An olive branch to H.E.L.P., in addition to bringing in one of their investigative units, we could give them some good publicity and turn over the arrest of the assassin to Director Caspian.”

“It would certainly strengthen our position.” Torres agreed. “Say nothing to the Chancellor though, I’ll deal with Jim personally.”

“As you wish.”

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The steady beep echoed through the infirmary room. Outside, medics moved to and fro, the start of the semester keeping them busy between Trial injuries and early adventures in the Augmented Reality Center. Minor burns, sprained ankles and jammed fingers all took time to reset and heal, but thankfully kept students out of beds.

The monitor in this particular room continued its steady chirp. It had done so for nearly a week now with no change as the dark-haired young man lay motionless in the bed, a breathing tube coming out of his mouth while an intravenous drip supplied him with everything needed to sustain him day in and day out.

Suddenly the beeping increased as bloodshot eyes opened wide, panic setting in before he clawed at the breathing tube occupying his throat. Gagging and choking echoed through the room before his jaw suddenly unhinged to make the entire process easier, a separate set of breathing orifices opened on his neck before Thaddeus Finch suddenly sat up in the hospital bed he was occupying.

Dragging the breathing tube out of his throat, he dropped the saliva-ridden piece of plastic to the floor, gasping for breath before splitting a wad of mucus and phlegm onto the tiled floor beside his bed.

“Tad!” Jessica cried excitedly jumping up from the chair she had been reading in and rushing to her fiancé’s side. Her eyes glowed softly as she used her powers to induce a sense of calm over the panicked man. Tad’s breathing began to slow, his body relaxing before gently slumping back into a sitting position on the bed.

“Jess… No, I-” Tad tried to say, as Jess just shushed him gently.

“I missed you, let me go grab a doctor.” Jess stated, as Tad fell complacently into the bed. “I’ll be right back.” She said, running into the hallway, “HE’S AWAKE!” Her shout echoed as Tad looked up towards the ceiling, any fight in his body gone from Jess’ abilities. His mind was racing.

He remembered trying to tell Jim something before he had slipped into the coma. Blackjack, Hyperion, Katja. What was the connection, why those three words?

“You’re awake?” A foreign voice asked, as an unfamiliar face filled Tad’s vision, examining his eyes and pupils. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” She muttered before raising a syringe. Tad watched, confusion rapidly spreading across his face as a vial of his blood was extracted. The woman softly hummed to herself before singing aloud as Tad’s eyes went wide in horror.

He would never forget that damned melody. Those damned lyrics.

“Down in the valley,
valley so low,.
Hang your head over,
hear the wind blow.”

“No-” Tad croaked as another syringe was injected into him. His eyes rolled back before heavy eyelids closed, disjointed thoughts racing through his mind, attempting to outrun the inevitable darkness that was quickly consuming them.

He had to tell Jim, Katja was with Hyperion’s Children, he needed to fight, he needed to adapt. Why did Jess have to leave?

A small giggle echoed distantly in his eyes as a whisper of hot breath tickled his ear lobe.

“The winds are blowing.”

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A man sat slumped over in his wheelchair, the lights on numerous screens flickering while a wicked smile slowly spread across his face. Beside him, hanging from a hook was the body of his former host. His eyes fixated on a single flashing red dot located just off the coast of British Columbia.

A laugh caught in his throat quickly turned to a blood and spittle-laden cough, but despite his ailment, the smile never vanished. A bony finger scrambled for a button on the arm of the wheelchair before a suppressant was pumped through the mask, calming the barking cough.

Continuing to stare at the screen, Daedalus managed to croak a few haunting words.

“I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

“Haaaveeen.”

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

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You make a valid point, and I'm sure Xavier and Eisenhardt are going to be extremely scared and worried about all of this. But, just as like, an hypothetical. Wouldn't it be crazy if like, Mr. Stark's empire and weaponry was built with metal and dependent on electricity, and his brain was full of thoughts?

Man. That'd be a real shame if something were to hypothetically happen to that.

@Hillan

This is why mutants are dangerous!

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

Not even tagging Doc. No respect on the mad doctor's name.
24 Hours will have passed by the time any of you get back to the computer. Pls tell me my X-men are good boys, my therapist says I need validation for my efforts. Thank you. @DocTachyon @Sep @Master Bruce.

@Hillan

They're mutants, so they're part of the problem.

A problem that Project War Machine is here to fix. With Project War Machine we will ensure there's a suit of armour on every street keeping the American people safe from this mutant threat.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

Do it. Finish every arc with a sex scene.

@Sep

That's one way to climax.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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_{Location: Walter E. Washington Convention Center - Washington D.C., United States of America}

Shoot to Thrill #1.01: Very Profitable

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Previously: None

The crowd let out a boisterous cheer as a streak of red emerged from the back of the plane overhead. It plummeted towards the ground before the man-shaped aerial vehicle reversed its thrusters, deploying air brakes from the back of its torso, gauntlets and greaves. Coming to a near stop, it landed on the concrete without so much as a sound, as though a pillow of air had cushioned it.

Cameras flashed as the helmet opened revealing the multi-billion dollar smile of Anthony ‘Tony’ Stark, genius inventor and heir to Stark Industries, the mass weapons manufacturer.

The self-proclaimed ‘Iron Man’ inherited the company following his father's death and following a partnership with Obediah Stane, they grew to new heights, absorbing the likes of Justin Hammer and his Hammer Tech along the way.

The suit’s helmet opened fully, followed by the cuirass and then the arms until Tony could freely step out. Straightening his suit and bowtie, Tony extended an arm to either side of his body. They were accepted by the three awaiting gorgeous models. Each of the ladies stood a head above the playboy, heels accenting their long legs that moved through the daring slits of their dresses as the billionaire walked forward, his eye candy strutting along beside him exactly as rehearsed.

Behind the show, several Stark Industries employees retrieved the prototype under the watchful eyes of Tony’s personal head of security, Harold Hogan, or as he was more affectionately known, Happy.

Reporters surrounded Tony and his entourage, microphones extended towards him as more cameras flashed while others continued to film.

“Mr. Stark!”

“Mr. Stark, Channel 5 News, care to comment on the speculation that you're profiting on people's paranoia?”

“No I don't care to comment, it’s a reality, not paranoia and no,” Stark flashed his perfect smile, “It’s not profitable, it’s very profitable.”

Taking hold of the two sets of arms, Tony led the women inside the convention center where his personal aide was waiting for him. Escorting the women backstage, Stark waited as Pepper straightened his suit one more time before he emerged onto the stage, a spotlight illuminating his entrance while applause rose to a defeating din.

Clapping along with the audience Stark cupped a hand to his left ear before encouraging the corresponding side of the crowd to cheer louder. Skipping across the stage to the right, Stark moved his hand to the opposite ear before playing the other side of the crowd off the first.

Finally having enough of his fun, Stark waved his hands downward, waiting for the crowd to quiet before tapping his mic on and projecting his voice through the massive venue.

“Do you know how many insurance claims were filed in the past week alone following mutant and metahumans-based attacks? Nearly a trillion in property damage from close to a million claims. Claims that could have been avoided if law enforcement were properly equipped to fight back against these powered individuals. If we could rely on our civil servants instead of vigilantes and the odd mutant with a conscience.” He took a deep breath, motioning to the slides above him.

"In the past, we put our trust in a man and his serum. But the manufacturing time, the human factor, it's too variable. The future," Tony paused, the curtain behind him drawing away, "The future is moving, marching machine, the War Machine. Project War Machine puts the power back in the hands of the people you trust, imagine one of these,"

Tony gestured towards the row of heavily armoured humanoids behind him. Each decorated for a different branch of the military, several done up in the colours of civil services. The various units were equipped with specialized arms and tools. Save for one in the center, coloured in a garish red and gold, the one from Tony’s grand entrance. That was the mascot, done up in Stark's own personal colours.

Beside Tony on stage was his beautiful personal assistant whom many considered the only reason Stark Industries stayed afloat after the death of Howard Stark. His personal aide, Virginia Potts or as Tony referred to her, Pepper was an alumnus of the University of Pennsylvania. Were it not for Pepper, Tony would likely have drunk the family fortune instead of investing his time and effort into his family’s company and partnership with the older man sharing the stage with him.

The larger balding man in question had walked onto the stage, applauding Tony while inciting the crowd to follow. Obediah Stane flashed a friendly grin akin to the kind you’d receive from a kindly grandfather while he was followed onstage by the recently acquired Justin Hammer; the new lead of Stark’s Research and Development team. The man put on a small show attempting what looked like his best impression of Stark’s antics before the crowd began to rapidly quiet, sending the man sheepishly hiding in Obediah’s shadow.

"And that's not all folks," Stane yelled over the applause, "We're going to be holding a test flight, and we're going to make it fun," He smiled, "I've called my friends over at Farris Aviation and they've lent me their best test pilot while Tony is backing his personal friend, Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes of the U.S. Air Force. Both of these men; along with some of their colleagues, will be the first to try out Stark's War Machines in a series of tests and challenges designed to put both the pilots and the suits through a series of arduous tests. From this boot camp, I'll get the joy of crowning my pilot 'Top Gun' and Stark Industries gets the benefit of putting together a comprehensive training manual to put the War Machine into the hands of your public servants."

"Pretty cocky about that victory, big guy, did you slip a little blue pill backstage?" Tony interjected, lowering his shades and obnoxiously winking at Stane, "But even with performance enhancers, I don't think Rhodey is about to let a civilian 'test' pilot with more crashes on his resume than years of experience beat him."

Strutting to the middle to the middle of the stage, Tony began to incite the crowd, whipping them into a frenzy before yelling over the increasing din.

“If you’re so confident about your winnings, then why don’t we bring our boys out here and show ‘em off a little, Rhodey looks damn good in uniform, get on out here Lieutenant Colonel,” Tony yelled waving to Captain Rhodes who was standing backstage shaking his head despite Tony’s persistent urging. Stane smiled, inside waving a hand to the right of the stage. A younger man with blonde hair walked onto the stage with a pair of black aviators and a brown leather bomber. A cocky smile hovered over his cleft chin while a wad of gum was smacked between his pearly whites.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you the ruggedly handsome Major 'Highball' Jordan! A civilian test pilot for Farris Aviation, the Major was honourably discharged from the Marine Corps before coming to work for Karl Farris and his successor, the beautiful Karoline or ‘Spitfire’ who will also be flying for us.” Stane stated, walking forward to shake Highball’s hand before doing the same to Karoline and kissing the brunette on the cheek.

“That’s Major Major Jordan, sir,” Major replied leaning towards the mic, the smack of his gum echoing across the crowd. “But you,” He winked towards a young woman in the front row.

“You can just call me mMmm Jordan.” He added prompting a small giddy shriek from the woman before he stood tall again. A loud cough came from the unusually quiet Stark before Tony rushed back to the center of the stage.

“That’s great your guy has this whole McConaughey-Powell vibe going on, but Rhodey is a decorated member of our Airforce, active, not discharged.” Tony interrupted as Rhodes walked onto stage followed by a woman in uniform with the name ‘Danvers’ emblazoned on her blues. “Rhodey was given a medal of honour last year due to his service in an engagement above Kahndaq, while Captain Danvers here was top of her class in the academy and is the fastest climbing recruit the Air Force has ever seen.”

“It’s an honour to be part of this test, Sir,” Danvers replied as Rhodes shook Tony’s hand.

“Stark Industries supplied the payload for my plane above Kahndaq that day and without Tony and his family’s efforts to keep our country safe, our land free, I wouldn’t have been able to earn that medal. The least I can do is ensure that Project War Machine is tested to its fullest to continue the protection of this great nation.”

"Then may the best pilot win," Stane replied, shaking Tony's hand, behind them, the suits suddenly flew into the air, their remote operators guiding them out over the crowd before the congregants erupted into excited cheers.

Ultimate One Universe: Emergence

I think one of the interesting concepts I'm looking forward to is @Lord Wraith and his run as the Invincible Iron Monger Man.

I know he's not entirely sure what direction Starks going to go in, whether he's going to double down and become someone our heroes need to watch out for and possibly have to go against, or if he's going to get that character/movie change of heart and become someone we can rely on to help us out in a pinch. There's just so many different ways he can go with it.

I'm also really excited to see @Master Bruce and @Byrd Man take on their respective peeps, just because they're different from what we usually see them doing.

@Sep

Don't put this pressure on me to actually write full character arcs. Geez.

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Agents of H.E.L.P - A Hyperverse Roleplay [Invite Only]

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