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X-Men: The New Era - Avalon Rising

@The Man Emperor

Full right now

X-Men: The New Era - Avalon Rising

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Chapter 1: Academic Anomalies

-Morning to Evening Wednesday - Warm & Overcast - Dry Night Clearing-

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There is a strong sense of normalcy and organization about the Ashford Institute. Classes are in session and students are going about their day just like any other school. The campus is in an upbeat mood in spite of the events of the past weekend and the stigma of all those involved seems to have completely evaporated- almost as if it never happened. To those who were a party to the destruction of Club Avalon and likewise, Nocturne, the memories begin to feel distant, almost dreamlike as they have deteriorated in your memory. It's an odd sensation, particularly after such a vivid encounter, but one that seems to be reinforced by the general positivism of the other students and staff.

Oddly however, no one has seen or heard from Professor Pierce since Saturday and Dean Ashford has been away on a business trip as well leaving Kaylee Everose in charge of the facility in his stead. Most assume Pierce to be on a rare, though much-needed, vacation and Professor Tabitha North has been apportioned some of his duties in his absence. For those scheduled for the Danger Room simulations, Tabitha will be your proctor for the day's training. Though not as skilled in managing the DR as Professor Pierce, like all the staff, Tabby is qualified to operate all of the approved training scenarios.

The following students have Danger Room training @9am today:

Veronica Malcolm @Fallenreaper
Daniela Steele @Chev
Heidi Williams @Silver Carrot
Matthew Frakes @Brioko Jobe
Jasper Phoenix @ViolentViolet

The rest of you may have a busy class schedule ahead, a study day or are maybe skipping altogether?

Whatever the case for you as a player, please be clear when you post about what time of day your character(s) are using so we avoid conflicts in time and space with other players. Ex.: If you’re using the Danger Room at 9am, your characters won’t be interacting with others who are chatting at 5pm.

Let us know if you have questions.

Have fun!

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24 Hour Time Skip Warning

Prepare to skip to WEDNESDAY in game - Danger Room sims and various scheduled events - Any questions please let us know.

IF YOU FEEL THAT YOU ARE NOT READY TO SKIP PLEASE SPEAK UP

X-Men: The New Era - Avalon Rising

@KatKook

This is good to go. You can move her over to the character tab.

I'll send you a link to the discord.

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“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you sorrowful.” Finvarra said. Behind him the portal curled and distorted unevenly amidst the derelict remains of Club Avalon. The air was dark and black with only the ambient light of the moon coming through the collapsed roof and the glow of the city illuminating their figures.

“I’m not.” Sena replied. She kept her glance downward. The portal rippled in energy scattering the broken furniture and shattered glass like an invisible wave. The air crackled with a growing hum of white noise.

“You are,” Finvarra said with a smile. He lifted her chin, but she turned her head sharply. He chuckled.

“This world has softened you.” He said.

Sena’s eyes shot back up at his dark figure with a glare. Her lips drew a thin line.

“That’s better.”

“I would walk back through with you today.” She said. “I’m just…” She shook her head letting a deep breath escape.

“You’re torn,” Finvarra said calmly. “You like it here.”

“I remember what we came from.” She gripped his shirt, looking up into his eyes, but her glance fell. “It’s just like we never got to... win,” Letting her head fall on his chest, her shoulders sunk slightly. “All we’ve ever done is fight… and now we have this too.”

A gold band crept around his arm like a snake covered in ancient markings as he ran his fingers through her black hair. It pulled at him, tightening against his bicep, A second appeared around his other arm pulling him towards the edge of the portal. “Only two more,” He said firmly, stepping back and looking at her as the tear in reality became more and more unstable around him snapping in electrical charges and bursts of energy that further wrecked the remains of the building. “On the farplane…” He had to raise his voice to speak over the maelstrom of distortion around him. “I’ll listen for you…”

Sena watched as the portal collapsed around him trying to stand straighter and face him as he was pulled away. His eyes kept hers, but shifted slightly away from her just as the portal closed and the air was left starkly quiet. Debris fell to the floor and settled in what was left of the club. She closed her eyes and exhaled tilting her head up and letting the breath out slowly as her eyes viewed the empty air in front of her. A fist clenched slowly at her side. Her eyes narrowed and she looked back over her shoulder. “You really are a true believer.” She growled. Her disgust was palpable.

Stepping from a dark corridor to face her was Pierce. His image seemed to materialize from the shadows and though his face carried his normal stoicism, there was faintly, though minuscule at best, the hint of a smirk. He drew a small device from his pocket showing that it had been recording.

“I didn’t know invisibility was one of your abilities,” Sena said turning towards him.

“It’s not,” Pierce said.

“Then you found a way to copy other mutants’ powers.”

“In a way- Yes. Through technology.”

She watched him calmly type a few commands on the small device. What looked like a phone. The screen blinked and cascaded different colors with the movement of his fingers. The outline of his figure began to glow in a rusty, red aura. He tucked the small device back into his pocket and eased into a casual fighting stance. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” He said.

The air around her seemed to churn and roll slowly carrying what looked like small embers of neon pink and violet that bloomed and faded away. Her face was like stone as she regarded him, seeing that he fully believed he had the upper hand. “You should have run.”

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Joel Nicolosi

They had a few different tire compounds to try out and Joel wasn’t as keen on testing them all on the coarse airport tarmac. The runway surface was nowhere near what they would encounter on the winding, undulating stage of the Isle of Man and testing on the Parkway near Mount Atlas would be an affair he didn’t know that they would have time to figure out with the state park service. Their small test course crossed over aged concrete and beaten runway that was never designed for cars or slick racing tires. Still, they needed data. With the car on its jacks, he zipped off one wheel with the airgun and examined the wear on the rubber looking for consistent patterns and signs of poor contact that would require more adjustments to the suspension. Lou likewise did the same on the other side and the whirling sound of a pneumatic gun broke through the music and the whistling of an aircraft APU in the distance. Carefully, he ran his hand over the contact patch and rotated the tire slowly in front of him as he sat on the ground looking, almost without blinking, just over the top of the tire, at the profile, as he moved it. Somewhere Tommy had once bought a very expensive laser-scan machine that would do the job much faster, but Joel didn’t like it. Even since he raced carts as a kid, he always checked his own tires by hand.

The gun howled again as Lou put on two new hard slicks and the quick sound likewise transitioned into a fast, mechanical ratcheting as the wheel-nut was seated on the spindle. Joel set the tire in front of him aside and picked the gun up off ground as Lou slid it under the car, grabbing the new tire set next to him and spinning it on, just the same. He was scooting his way towards the back of the car when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Taking it out, he set the call to speaker and with a grin, made sure the sound of the gun greeted Siobhan as the lines connected. He pulled the wheel off and turned it gingerly in his hand to examine, talking as he scanned. “Hey chicka, what’s up?”

@Almalthia

X-Men: The New Era - Avalon Rising

@Brioko Jobe

Character approved. Go ahead and move him over.

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Time Skip to Saturday Night (same day)

Consider what your characters have been doing since the events of the morning. Who you have interacted with and the choices you have made will start having more effects throughout the game.

Any questions please let us know.

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After a tense meeting in the Danger Room and somewhat cryptic address form Dean Ashford, you find yourself along with the others leaving the complex. As you depart there’s no doubt about the division among the students even after their battle only the night before.

As you exit into the courtyard you observe Professor Everose along with Mr. St John conversing under a small shadetree in the distance, while at the same time, emerging from Dean Ashford’s secluded cottage, is another group you may not recognize. Accompanying Ashford is a tall figure, even from far away, the power in his features is apparent underneath his black shirt and slacks. He towers over the rest. Behind him walking somewhat contentiously side by side is Pierce and a woman some of the more tenured students may recognize as the Dean’s personal physician, Dr. Yüksel. While Pierce looks straight ahead seemingly trying to keep up with Ashford and the other guest, she looks nonchalant behind her sunglasses and uninterested in any conversation with the AD.

The group pause for a moment outside the cottage and the larger man crosses his arms as Ashford speaks. It’s difficult to determine the nature of the discussion from far away, but he seems to cast a steady glance towards Una and the group around her.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Paige Kennedy

The massive pain in the side of her temple was the first sense to come back and it throbbed through every extremity she could feel, though as her eyes blinked open in a fog, something was immediately different. Every nerve felt like it was overloaded from the bottom, moving like a pendulum. Starting to feel her own breath, in and out, the world slowly came into focus filtered through the intense pulsing that shot through her head over and over, preventing her from fully realizing her own surroundings until it subsided. A world of lush green was around, shifting to reveal a reflection of water. She was in her backyard. A small uneven slope that descended into a pond.

Cool air entered through her lungs, but it hurt to breath it in and the unnatural heavy feeling persisted, like she had been in a car crash and was still dazed from the impact. A gentle breeze touched her midsection and she knew her skin was exposed. Her nerves began to come alive faster, moving upward to a familiar sound: the flexing and cracking of a rope. She was hanging upside down. The pain of the knot around her ankle was dull, but persistent with whatever blood was left going uphill. Her arms felt heavy and she could see her hair hanging beneath her as the world slowly rotated: The back of the house, her car, the woods, the pond and sitting in front of her on a stump was Yolo holding one of her golf clubs.

“Well, how you doin there, Paige?” He said propping himself up on a driver like a walking stick.

Looking back at him, she could now feel that she was at least still wearing all her clothes, though her jacket was on the ground. She couldn’t feel her gun either.

“You lookin for this?” He said holding up her pistol. “Or was it this one?” He said tossing her gun aside and holding up Agent Barrett’s Luna Sports Facility keycard. He shook his head. “Careless, careless, especially for a Federal.”

Paige glanced back at him coldly while she rotated at the end of the rope. Yolo poked her exposed stomach with the top of the driver to steady her from moving. “Bet you could use a few aspirin for sure.” He said sitting back down and looking at her.

“Where’s Nikki?” She groaned.

Yolo shook his head and sighed. “Always business, never any fun.” Standing back up he rolled the club slowly through his fingers like a baton. “See, that’s probably why you’re still not married,” He squared his shoulders in a stance with the club to mimic a swing. “Me, I’m just care free, you know what my nickname means right?” His arms drew back swiftly and he swung the broad end of the driver directly into her hip.

“Fuck!” She yelped immediately as her body swung around on the end of the rope. It hurt, badly. She winced and cursed more.

“Woooo!” Yolo howled. He cupped one hand over his eyes as if inspecting the distance of a drive. “Don’t tell me that didn’t go straight down the fairway!” He walked back over to her bag of clubs, lifting and inspecting a few. “I think we’re gonna need a good iron to get on the green from here.” He dropped the driver back in the bag and pulled out a smaller wedge shaped club. Paige groaned watching him. The rope tightened and she began to rotate back the opposite direction.

“When they told me what you did to the last guy, I wasn’t surprised.” Yolo said, squaring up again, he did a few practice swings. “I knew when I saw you at the bar, those pukes would’ve never been up for it.” He shrugged. “Nikki wanted me to just come down here and kill you and y’know I usually just go along, but for you I made an exception.” He steadied her again with the club and tilted his head slightly, looking at her for a moment.

“I’m flattered,” Paige grumbled.

“We could’ve been a lot of fun together,” He said, taking the club and pulling the bottom of her shirt down further.

In a flash Paige’s hand snapped for the club, but he yanked it away just out of her grasp with a cackling howl as she spun around. He quickly drew back and slammed the wedge into her stomach completely knocking the wind out of her laughing as she gasped for air. “See you rushed me that time, sliced right into the gravel trap,” He stepped back over to the bag rummaging through her clubs again, “Gonna need something to get off the beach now…” He said, pulling out a sand wedge. Flipping the club behind his neck he twisted his upper body back and forth. “Better stretch out for this, gotta stay limber, still might get par for this hole.” He rolled the club through his fingers again walking around her. “This is a very nice set of clubs.” He said studying the shape of the wedge. “Y’know, I was reading something the other day about the LPGA trying to set stricter dress codes on the players, no low cut tops and no leggings,” He said going back to twirling the club through his fingers. “All just a bunch of shit so the fat bitches get more attention, that’s what's wrong with this whole country, people got too many feelings, don’tcha thnk?”

“Go back to the part about you reading,” Paige coughed.

Yolo smiled and squared his shoulders again to take another shot. “You’re not like that though,” He said with a sigh. “You’re different, like us.” He drew the club back again.

“I’m not sure if I should just shoot him now or wait and hear what other wisdom he can impart.” A familiar voice called out.

Struggling to get herself turned in the direction of the voice, Paige glanced as hard as she could from the corner of her eye, finding Shannon standing a few yards behind Yolo. A gun was leveled with a silencer on the end. “I vote for the first one.” She said, turning slowly.
Yolo looked back at her twisting the grip of the club in his hands. “Not quite the same when the gun is pointed at your head, huh?... Cut her down.” Shannon growled. The younger man glanced back firmly, unmoving aside from the sound of the twisting rubber grip of Paige’s club. “Now! Goddamnit!” She barked.

Without taking his eyes off Shannon, Yolo dropped the club and stepped back slowly reaching into his back pocket.

“Slowly,” Shannon ordered. “Use your other hand.”

Obediently, the younger man held his free hand in the air and retrieved a switchblade. He knelt down and set to cutting the base of the rope that he’d looped around a root. As the threads snapped and frayed, Paige came crashing down to the ground in a heap. “Shit!” She cursed and laid still for a moment, breathing heavily as blood flowed freely through her body again without the hindrance of gravity. The pain was still exceedingly fresh and seemed even further renewed by her short trip back to terra firma, but she was glad for it. Seeing Yolo standing with his arms raised, she rolled over and dragged herself over to where her gun had been tossed aside in the grass. Checking to see that it was still loaded, she doggedly brought herself up on a knee and slowly pushed herself up in an attempt to stand.

“You’re a sight,” Shannon said.

“Thanks…” Paige steadied herself on her knees and brushed off dirt and grass though her pants and shirt were thoroughly ruined.

“Well isn’t this something, you two look like a before and after picture.” Yolo said with a smile.

“I’m gonna ask you to leave now, Paige.” Shannon said darkly.

Yolo laughed at the comment. “She’s not going anywhere, you think a Federal is just gonna let you gun me down in her backyard.”

“Get over to the university,” Shannon continued. “He’s trying to hold you up, they’re after Siobhan.”

Paige tilted her head and looked back at the older blonde registering the words against the intense pain she was still feeling. She looked at Yolo then back towards her car, then back again. Her hand felt for the gun on her side. His smile faded to stone.

“You’re not gonna shoot me,” Yolo taunted. It was a dare.

Paige exhaled and relaxed her shoulders, looking back at him with almost a smirk visible through the loose frazzled strands of her destroyed braid from earlier. She let her hand drop away from the grip of her pistol and picked up her jacket instead. “No, I’m not,” She said, turning to walk past Shannon. “But I’m gonna sleep like a baby knowing she will.”