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Drake: Inextinguishable

The saga of Drake Edwards begins in X-Men: The New Era, continues briefly in X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising and splinters off in X-Men: The New Era - Avalon Rising. This standalone story picks up at the splinter where Drake strikes out on his own.

You will not need to read the content of the previous RPs to understand this story. Though there may be some references, those references will be explained.

What you do need to know is that Drake Edwards is not normal, has fought unbelievable foes and is about to come up against something that could consume his very soul.

Welcome to Drake: Inextinguishable. I hope you enjoy.

Word association Game!

Lava

For Whom the Bell Tolls

I might pop up on discord. We'll see. Regardless, I should have a post either today or tomorrow. Thanks for having me!

Haven for the Inhuman

Location: Manor | Interactions:@jasbraq@LazyBoy

Marrok opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted with an inquiry from a particularly curious specimen.

"Who the hell owns this place?" he asked at the foot of the staircase. Quickly, Marrok sized him up. While he could identify points of peculiarity, he could not surmise precisely what this man's quirk was. Disappointed in that fact, his gaze returned to his new associate. He gave her a subtle nod and a wink as if to wordlessly say 'we'll finish this later'. His attention then drifted once more back toward the man with the question.

"I think it's an answer we'd all like to know," Marrok stated agreeably. "While we wait for that one, I suppose we should ask the questions that we know the answers to... I'm Marrok." He held his hand to his chest as he introduced himself. Marrok, a dark haired man, had dressed equally dark that day, adorned in a black long-sleeved shirt and similarly colored trousers. The state of his shoes had told the story of a man who had been traveling for quite some time. Marrok's hand left his chest and slowly gestured toward everyone else in the vicinity. "Who are you?"

Post a random fact about yourself.

I hate it when people chew ice.

:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Location:Eukary Dorms | Interactions: @Martian

In the darkness was a slow clap and a wheezing giggle. A silhouette in the dark soon stepped into the glow of one of the lamp posts and there Vance could be seen with a grin that spanned his entire face, and paws that continued to sound off his amusement.

"Well done... uh..." He paused briefly, realizing he really didn't know who he was talking to. "...buddy." He reached behind him and pulled out his wallet. Quickly he fumbled to open it and retrieved a small rectangular piece that looked like it has resided in that wallet for quite some time. The edges were worn and the paper was stained with dirt in some spots. Regardless, he advanced on his new partner in crime even further and handed the card off to him. "I'm Vance," he said. His business card reflected as much and even had his contact information displayed upon it right under the holographic Ebonlock Enterprises logo. "You made my night, bud!" With that, he passed by the capybara and opened the door to the dormitory. "Hit me up if you wanna chill sometime," he called out just before the door closed behind him.

The lion eventually made his way to his room. On the journey, his stomach rumbled again. He looked at it and thought there's no going back there now. He made his way to his mini fridge. Sitting on top of it was a ziplocked back of jerky. He opened the bag up and tilted the whole thing upon his lips as if he were drinking water from a cup, letting the meaty bits fall into his death cavern of a mouth before giving it just a few chews and then swallowing it all down at once. He tossed the emptied back at his trash bin as if he were shooting up a basketball. It missed its target and fell to the floor. Vance dismissed the problem with a wave and finally crash landed on his bed in a comical belly flop. He hadn't even undressed yet. His mind was swimming and yet he was exhausted. He remembered thinking he really ought to take a shower but before he could act, darkness came and his consciousness vanished.

Haven for the Inhuman

Location: Manor | Interactions:@jasbraq

"Are you sure you're not a human?... You look even more human than I do."

It was an informative question from a beautiful stranger. The nymphic mutt looked into the pupils of her red eyes, feeling himself being drawn to them as if he were beholding twin abysses that were sucking him in.

"It depends on my mood," finally came the answer. His tone wasn't cheeky, it was a matter of fact. His eyes then unfocused and refocused behind her as he gradually saw several other lost souls begin to approach. Marrok, a man of manners, pulled open the door wider and held it, allowing passage to anyone willing to take the next step inside.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't taken a bit aback by some of the individuals who approached. It should have been of little surprise, though, given the contents of the letter. Even still, he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows when he took in some of their appearances.

Once within the Manor himself, he immediately looked up and gave a slow spin, taking in all the decor and attempting to piece together how many people already lived here, how old the manor was and who could possibly be the owner that summoned them all. This was going to be a very interesting exercise in confidence. This establishment was aiming to be a house of strange monsters. Going to sleep and letting your guard down in a home full of untested, potentially dangerous societal rejects was going to prove to be difficult. His eyes fell back to the self described inhuman woman.

"I'll make you a deal," he said casually, his voice slightly lower as to escape the earshot of the others. "Until we... get to know everyone, lets just say if you hollar, I'll come running to help deal with whichever one of these 'new friends' is misbehaving and perhaps you could do the same on my behalf." An informal buddy system. A catalyst for trust. Perhaps knowing that they had an ally by obligation, it would aid in being able to relax a bit in a house full of potentially deadly strangers.

Haven for the Inhuman

Interested - still need to catch up with all the posts that came in yesterday. Should be able to do that tonight after work.

Name Change Request

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:ὁ Animalia [OPEN!]

Location: Eukary Cafeteria | Interactions: @Martian

The grin on Vance's face almost immediately began to retreat as the lion's pupils dilated to a nearly unnatural degree. His instinct told him to spring off to the side, avoid the bogie. His body, instead, appeared to be engaging in Plan B: Don't move a muscle and surely this will all go away on its own.

The plan wasn't sound.

Vance's face was instantly decorated with sliced up produce while the bowl itself hit its target with a hollow thud before dropping to the ground with the rest of the capybara's meal. The lion's face was slightly damp, his eyes still wide black pits of disbelief. Slowly his lips began to reel back, putting his razor sharp pearly whites on display in what appeared to be the beginnings of a snarl.

"Dude..." he managed to utter out as he looked at the relatively large rodent adorned in noodle debris. He then moved in, heat in his steps as he aggressively approached the other student. "DUDE!" he shouted out, now mere inches away from the capybara's nose. Slowly, Vance leaned in even closer, his lips nearly at the other student's ear. The lion clenched his teeth, speaking between them in monotone in a sort of raspy whisper...

"You get the ones behind you. I'll get the ones behind me. Then we're going to have to book it, but it's our only way out of this with our reputations intact. Got it?" The last words served more as a starter pistol than an actual question. Before Vance could even read or hear a response, he twisted back to the table behind him and lunged to the side, relieving a couple of students of their beverages that were house in standard disposable cups. The lion proceeded to launch one of them like a football toward an unsuspecting Rhino wearing khakis and a white v-neck shirt that would soon be transformed into a splotchy brown one. With the other drink, he gave it a wild horizontal swing as if it were a baseball bat, letting the contents flow out like a sticky oceanic wave that crested and crashed on the faces of a group of dapper chimpanzees.

Lance looked back at the capybara with a toothy grin and a mischievously furrowed brow that gave signal to the fact that it was time to unleash mayhem. With a single, encouraging nod, he wordlessly told his would-be partner in crime that now was his chance to either be a legend or a laughing stock.