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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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Perhaps.

Stay tuned

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

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Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

New Mutants are back in town, bitches.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

S H A D O W C A T

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^{_{K A T H E R I N E A N N E " K I T T Y " P R Y D E ♦ S T U D E N T ♦ W E S T C H E S T E R , N Y}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"What's'a matter, you never seen a teenage, all-American ghost before?"}

Kitty Pryde was just your typical preteen girl with a life filled with homework, dance recitals, and a near-addiction to social media. Then, she wasn't so typical. In the span of five months, she discovered she was a mutant, had an attempt made on her life, and met the X-Men. Kitty, 15, is now going into her third full year as a student of the Xavier Institute and will have to overcome a lot of changes to the curriculum if she wants to earn her place as a member of the X-Men.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

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I like Kitty as a character. I wanted to write with Bounce. That's pretty much it.

We're going to be borrowing a lot from the early 2000's New Mutants structure and feature competing teams of students trying to earn a spot as junior X-Men via a semester-long tournament of sorts. So there's plenty of space and opportunity for people to join in the shenanigans.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Kitty was the first of the new generation of students, the first mutant resident, and trainee at the mansion outside of the various, rotating members of the X-Men. She's going to be part of the New Mutants team alongside @Bounce's Cherub, and the NPCs Katie Power, Sammy Pare, and Bobby Drake which we might swap to POVs of at any time.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

Also, just an FYI for anyone reading along _{(hi, Hound)} who may be curious or confused. The reason players are including dialogue of characters not their own is because we are all collaborating in Discord as to what our characters say to one another in situations. We're only including things that the respective players have written. Likewise, I give the players certain narrative information they can include in their posts; like what is encountered immediately in each new world. It's also why the OOC isn't active; we use Discord, instead.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

M A R T I A N M A N H U N T E R

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Stepping through the shimmering doorway was a strange experience, even for one who had spent decades traversing the galaxies. M'gann was familiar with many forms of instantaneous travel through various hyper and warp drives, to Zeta and Boom tubes, and everything in between, but the interdimensional portal that connected realities was new to the martian.

There was no sight, no sound. The moment her body passed through the liquid-like threshold of the doorway, all senses ceased to be. There was nothing to perceive, not even a blackness, just a complete and utter absence of everything. Yet she was aware. During the process, that instantaneous moment where M'gann was transitioning between universes, the martian's thoughts were all she had. Despite understanding on a logical level that she likely existed between dimensions for an imperceptible, infinitesimal amount of time, that moment seemed to stretch on and her thoughts began to drift toward memories of another world.

Then, it was over and her senses returned in a sudden rush as M'gann rematerialized in another reality. Immediately she was accosted by the blaring of an alarm. Dim lights and the forms of her new, unlikely, and forced-upon comrades greeted her. It took a second for her to gather herself, but as soon as she did the martian began stretching out her awareness even further than her physical senses granted. Eyes closed, she pushed her mental perceptions outward rapidly. Unlike the last world they had arrived on, here M'gann found signs of life. Sentient thought patterns abounded within the surrounding two miles with no less than forty present within just a few hundred feet.

What comfort that knowledge might have brought, after the devastation they had come from, was mitigated by the obvious and rather unsettling lack of lifeforms, human or otherwise, noticeable from the bunker hallways they now stood in. With so many sentient minds within the concrete walls surrounding the fivesome, there ought to be some visible or auditorial sign of activity. That, coupled with the unmistakable warning alarm echoing throughout, left the Manhunter with only one conclusion. Something dangerous lurked among them.

A conclusion the child who called himself Six supported. M'gann wasn't sure what methods the shadow-clad boy had at his disposal, but she trusted the veracity of his claims of a predator within their midst.

She wasn't as sure about the words of another companion.

"Deep breaths fellas," the cowboy, Hex, spoke. "We're surrounded by enemies, don't know what they are, don't know where they're coming from, and we don't know how many there are. We got them right where we want them."

The man had an unusual sense of battle tactics if that was his thoughts on their situation. M'gann highly doubted they had anything, certainly not in any preferable way. The alien eyed the oversized firearm strapped to Hex's waist. Regardless of his poor understanding of who had the advantage over whom, she hoped, at least, that the man wouldn't be a liability should things turn dire.

The five moved through the corridors cautiously and silently. Each hallway they turned down was virtually identical both in construction and an eerie lack of life. Someone had once lived or at least worked here, that much was obvious, and one would expect to find some sign of recent activity. Yet none was to be found.

After several minutes the group arrived at the end of a corridor, no other pathways available to take, just a solitary, heavy steel door. Above the frame, the word SECURITY was embedded into the wall, and to the left of the entrance was a nameplate that read HEAD OF SECURITY - JIM HARPER.

Despite whatever facility they found themselves in obviously running under emergency generator power, an electro-magnetic lock held the door firmly closed. Not that locked doors had ever posed a problem for a Martian Manhunter.

M'gann stepped past the others, gently pulling Six, who had taken the lead thus far, back behind her.

"Allow me."

One of the greatest traits afforded by martian physiology was control over their molecular structure. This enabled the race to shapeshift into innumerable forms, either altering their physical features in any way they sought fit to take, or even perfectly adopting the form of another being down to a cellular level. It also granted them the ability to lower or heighten their molecular density at will. When heightened, a martian's already considerable physical durability and strength were increased exponentially. When lowered, however, it allowed them to perform the race's most well-known and regarded ability: phasing.

M'gann stepped through the metal security door much in the same way she had the interdimensional portal that had taken them here. In both instances, the doorways posed almost no resistance to passage. The Manhunter's body seemed to first meld into then slide through the door before she appeared on the other side. Once inside the security room, it took but a moment to find the methods to disengage the lock. Unfortunately, that method was a two-factor authentication system requiring both a keycard and a handprint scan. Neither of which M'gann possessed.

A minute passed for the four outside the security room. M'gann had yet to return and the door had yet to unlock.

The Flash shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I don't like it," he declared, "I'm going to look for another way in. Back in a—"

No sooner had the words left his lips before they were greeted with a heavy, metallic thunk followed immediately by a sharp snap. The thick metal door that had been magnetically sealed was pulled back and away from the entrance, not by its hinges but with the entire massive door torn from its frame. Behind it, M'gann held the door firmly in one hand, lifting it away and setting it to the side against a wall where it rested with a resounding thud.

"Apologies for the delay," she said. "It appears I did not have the proper credentials."

With the way cleared for the others to enter, M'gann turned her focus back to the room's interior. It wasn't a large space, relatively speaking. The hallways behind them had been easily wider but the five of them could fit with minimal cramping. The reason for the limited space was blatantly clear. A massive bank of video monitors covered an entire wall. Twenty-four in total in a six-by-four grid. Each monitor displayed a different room and was labeled accordingly. Set at the base of the surveillance wall was a long touchpad keyboard.

Along the opposite wall sat a modest desk adorned with minimalistic items. Whoever Jim Harper was, he appeared to be a person of function over form as M'gann noted a distinct lack of decoration or personal effects. Atop the desk was a computer, a distinct screensaver casting a glow across an empty chair.

There was one object that caught M'gann's immediate attention, however, and she strode quickly over to the mostly empty desktop. Her hand reached out and wrapped around the ceramic mug that sat in one corner. The dark brown liquid inside was nearly filled to the brim, and both the cup and its contents were room temperature.

It was the first sign of human presence they had encountered since arriving, and it disturbed her far more than the incessant screeching of alarms that had followed them throughout the complex. Whatever had happened here wasn't recent. Yet there was no sign of damage or struggle. If there had been an incident or evacuation, why were there no rescue or medical personnel swarming this place? If there had been an infiltration or attack, why was there no evidence of assault? And, more importantly, if individuals were remaining in this area as she knew there to be, why were they nowhere in sight?

Something wasn't adding up.

She turned to the others who had already begun to investigate the monitors and computer. "I am going to scout ahead. It will be quicker for me to move alone; I can go where I please unobstructed. If I find anything I will return immediately."

Then, she stepped through the wall and disappeared.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

Woo-hoo! With the brief introductory world finished, we can now dive into the real fun. I'm looking forward to some of these upcoming realities I have planned to unleash upon you all. A few of them are real doozies that I've had planned for years now and are going to really contrast with a couple of the player characters in particular.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

The beautiful thing with this RP concept is that, eventually, there will be opportunities for roster changes down the road. It's an intrinsic part of the narrative. The further we progress, the more opportunities open up and the less tied to Mojo new characters will have to be.

I'll definitely be sure to reach out once we get to that point! In the meantime, hope you and anyone else reading along enjoys the story.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

M A R T I A N M A N H U N T E R

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M'gann M'orzz, a Martian Manhunter, one of many elite operatives tasked by the enigmatic group of beings known as the Guardians of the Galaxy, was lost.

She hailed from another world. This wasn't an entirely new experience for her as she, a citizen of Mars, had lived on Earth for years before recent events, and for decades prior the Manhunter had traveled the greater galaxy, visiting countless planets and celestial bodies during her stint as an agent of the Guardians. What was new to the alabaster-skinned alien was the idea of being from an entirely different reality than the one she found herself in at that moment. Truthfully, she had also spent the last half-year in yet another alternate reality, though at the time she hadn't realized it.

For months, M'gann had found herself a captive in a strange world where she had been forced to participate as a gladiator in sadistic and brutal games that had threatened to claim her life at any moment. She knew nothing of the place nor the entity responsible for her abduction aside from one name: Mojo. All that had changed just hours ago. Now the alien found herself in what she, and those who accompanied her, believed to be a universe similar to but simultaneously completely removed from her own.

M'gann let her eyes scan the handful of strangers settled around her for the hundredth time in half as many minutes. They were, by all accounts, a ridiculous collection. She and her stark-white, hairless form was the only non-human of the bunch. The rest were made up of a child; two adult males of uncannily similar tall, blond, model-like features; and a horribly disfigured middle-aged man.

The child, a young boy with pitch-black hair, stood out even further among the fivesome due to his overly dark, hooded wardrobe marked with chains and skulls. The two handsome humans, while a closer look could differentiate them well enough - one was fairly more muscular and taller by several inches - were only particularly distinct as a result of their chosen outfits. One wore bright red and yellow, decorated in golden lightning bolt motifs, while the other was garbed in militaristic gear of muted blues and red. Both of whom, M'gann had learned, were doppelgangers of people she had once known.

The taller of the two had identified himself as Steve Rogers. Although he looked remarkedly different than she had ever seen him, the name held meaning for the martian. During her early years as a Manhunter, M'gann had been assigned duty working alongside a Lantern, an intergalactic peacekeeper. At the time, Rogers had been a small, rail-thin man in his seventh decade. This unrecognized version of the man she once knew, however, stood over a foot taller, possessed significantly thicker biceps, and was about half the age. Despite the changes, though, M'gann still sensed within him the same quiet willfulness and determined kindness. Even if it didn't shine quite as brilliantly within him as she had once been used to.

Barry Allen, the man dressed as a colorful storm, was known as The Flash where M'gann came from. On her world, he was a brilliant scientist and a member of the Justice Legion, a collection of hundreds of powered beings living on Earth who had united to defend the little blue planet from extraterrestrial threats. While not familiar with the man, only having met him a handful of times in passing, M'gann still knew of his reputation as a trusted, virtuous hero. It was this double of Barry Allen that had put forth the idea of alternate realities. He had suggested the five of them had been taken from their respective universes, transported across dimensional lines, and held as inmates on a world existing in another universe. It was a theory that held weight in M'gann's mind and seemed indisputable given the facts of their situation.

Barry was now in possession of an "omni-universal transporter," as he had called it, that the group had 'liberated' during their recent escape. The device, visually similar to an ovoid Earth smartphone, had opened a doorway out of nowhere and deposited the five to their current location. The former prisoners and gladiators had fallen out of the sky as soon as they had stepped through the ethereal portal, plummeting several dozen feet before splashing into ice-cold waters. It had taken more time than had been pleasant for any landmass whatsoever to be located among the vast ocean, with three of the five forced to tread water for an uncomfortable stretch of minutes while M'gann and the child, the only ones of the impromptu group apparently capable of flight, raced towards the horizon in search of safe harbor. They had to fight against unusually powerful winds that whipped about wildly in seemingly every direction. In the end, all they had been able to locate was a short, metallic spire that jutted out of the blue expanse and provided just barely enough surface area for all to sit.

It was there that the five of them first introduced themselves. Six, the child; Jonah, the man with a nearly melted-off face; and both Barry and Steve. The stories they shared were brief, dialogue between the group was stinted for a myriad of reasons including uncertainty and unwillingness to open up, but almost identical in nature. Their experiences being abducted and having to fight to survive were shared amongst all, though some seemingly had endured more than others. It was also there, on that tiny, isolated tower protruding from the depths, that the five realized Barry's theory proved true.

Hours after their landing, with dusk beginning to settle, two undeniable realizations had been made. M'gann had found herself waiting for the evening to arrive, and as soon as the orange glow of the sun began to fall below the horizon the martian's gaze had swept across the heavens searching for familiar, comfortable features. Mars, her homeworld, was visible to the naked eye. The red planet was a tiny, gleaming speck among the stars, but it was another celestial body that captivated her attention. Earth's moon. Large, pale-yellow, and almost full. Only a quarter of the orb was obscured by clouds, giving it the appearance of a partially eaten cookie. She had stared at the distant object for several minutes, finding its presence to have a calming, hopeful effect that was abundantly appreciated after many months of hell.

The comfort was fleeting, though, as she soon realized once the obscuring clouds moved away from the yellow globe that the moon was far from full. Several smaller chunks of space rock orbited around the once spherical satellite, creating a haphazard halo.

Destroyed, she had realized. Gone.

The moon of this Earth had been obliterated in an undeniably catastrophic event. It was this that caused the Martian to truly embrace the notion of alternate realities. This, she told herself, was not her home.

The high winds and lack of any visible landmass then made sense to her. The damage to the moon would have had a disastrous effect on the Earth. After she voiced these observations to the others it didn't take long for the other shoe to drop. While M'gann had had her eyes turned to the heavens, taking note of the moon, Steve had fixed his attention to the very structure they sat upon. The metal construct, strangely alone amongst the waves of the ocean, had felt familiar to the soldier. It had taken him some time to match that familiarity, but it had become all too clear what it was that the five had made their resting place.

The Empire State Building. Or, rather, the spire of the massive skyscraper. Only a scant few dozen feet remained above the risen oceans. M'gann and the others knew then that they found themselves in New York City. The ruins thereof.

M'gann M'orzz was lost. Lost among an endless sea of alternate dimensions and far from her own home reality. Lost with a collection of strangers who just hours ago had likely been preparing to kill her to ensure their own survival from the horror of Mojo's death games.

However, M'gann M'orzz, the Martian Manhunter, was not without hope. This was not her reality, but her home was out there. Her life, her people, her planet, and her love were somewhere among the infinite cosmos, and no matter how titanic the odds were stacked against her she intended to return to it. To him. She had not persevered through months of hell, determined to return home, to submit now.

M'gann would find a way back. No matter what obstacles she faced.

Rogue Continuum: The Singularity Crisis (A DC and Marvel RP)

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They were marched through the sterile, white hallways one at a time. Half-a-dozen individuals each flanked by a pair of red-armored guards. Their basic cloth outfits, devoid of any color, matched their drab expressions. The six had been through this routine before and knew what to expect.

For some, this short journey had been repeated so often they had lost count months ago. For others, the more recent guests of this place, they could count the number of times they had been lead down these halls on one hand. For all, it marked another opportunity for death.

The six had started their marches separately. None of them had any clue to the existence of the others; a few were even under the impression they were lone prisoners of this strange hellscape as they had not seen a single soul aside from their captors in months.

Six survivors stolen from their homes and stripped of their freedom and dignity, forced to face pain and suffering and terror daily, denied any hope, and made to perform for the sadistic pleasure of others. Six one-time heroes and warriors whose existences were now little more than that of dolls to be played with and tossed away once they no longer provided sufficient entertainment.

Then, their isolated paths converged.

The child; the soldier; the scientist; the vigilante; the cowboy; the alien.

Each of the six were no strangers to this process. Each time before the games the individual prisoners would be brought here to change into their uniforms and collect their gear. Each time they would be rendered unconscious through the metallic collars around their necks, the same collars that inhibited their abilities and weakened them physically. Then they would awake inside of a vast arena filled with deadly traps and often equally as deadly foes, temporarily free of their inhibiting shackles, where they would be forced to survive through any means necessary.

For the six, though, this was the first time in all of their many collective months of captivity that they had been brought into the chamber at the same time as another. This was surprising to all, though more so for the few who had not encountered another being outside of their abductors until then.

Then came the gaunt man. Tall with sharp features and silver hair down to his waist, he was familiar to the six. Major Domo. He had at different times appeared to each of them in the past prior to their very first matches, explaining their circumstances then. As guests of Mojo, the master of this world and an entertainment mogul, the six had been told they were expected to compete in a wide host of deadly games where their chances of survival were minimal, all for the enjoyment of a bloodthirsty audience.

This was the second time Major Domo made himself known to the six, and the second time he explained their circumstances. This time each of the six had earned the highest honor of being selected to compete in the highly-rated battle royale event. Six would enter. One would survive.

For some of the six, this news was a shock. For others it was just another sadistic twist that had come to be expected, their hearts and minds already dulled from past experiences.

Heroes. Warriors. Saviors. Protectors.

Soon-to-be murderers and fodder.

However, the six never had a chance to embrace the honor of shedding blood for the battle royale. Soon after they all entered a single, large chamber filled with their costumes and gear and had prepared themselves for the upcoming skirmish, an explosion ripped through the facility. A massive hole was blown through one of the walls of the room, and several of the six had been knocked from their feet from the shockwave.

The chaos of the moment distracted the six from the realization that simultaneous to the detonation their inhibitor collars had disengaged and clattered to the floor. Soon, though, as they recollected themselves and took stock of their new situation, the realization donned on each of the six one by one.

It took only a moment for the word to be uttered from the lips of one of the six.

"Run."

The six did run, together, despite just moments ago preparing to face one another to the death, each of them now sharing a common goal: escape.

Racing through the identical hallways with random selection, the six collectively fought their way through the complex. With their armor and weapons having been provided to them just moments before the explosion, and their fantastical powers and skills now returning after their shackles had been removed, the battles with the guards were quick and decisive.

One of the six revealed to the rest that months ago, during one of his forced marches down the stark-white halls to the waiting chamber, he had witnessed something that would possibly enable escape from their hellish prison. A device carried by some of the guards that apparently allowed for mass transportation. Teleportation or a portal to someplace else it couldn't be sure, but certainly a way out of whatever complex they were currently trapped in.

During their next skirmish with the guards who chased down the six, they managed to retrieve the device from one of the fallen red-armored troopers. A thin tablet-like apparatus roughly five inches long and affixed with a touchscreen displaying a scrolling list of alien symbols unknown to all of the six.

The more technical-minded of the six scoured over the gadget hoping to unlock its secrets of transportation. The rest tried to buy them time as the hordes of Mojo's armor-clad soldiers swarmed their position. There wouldn't be enough time, however, and it became clear to the six that despite possessing the device the lack of knowledge in how to use it would spell their deaths.

In this final battle between captives and captors, the six slowly became overwhelmed by superior numbers. One of their group was struck down, the vigilante sacrificing himself for the child, and the six became five.

In what was perhaps a last-ditch effort or a bout of futile frustration, one of the five pressed a random sequence of symbols on the display. Be it a miracle or sheer dumb luck, something was activated as a thin, silverly translucent beam fired into the air from the apparatus. From that beam, just several feet away from the five, formed an oval, silver doorway of shimmering energy.

None of the five knew for sure that this was in fact a transportation system. Not one of the five had any guarantee that it was indeed a doorway and not some sort of disintegration field. And not one of the five cared.

For the five it was an escape from their captivity, one way or another.

For the five it was a chance. Hope.

The remaining five of the six survivors of Mojoworld stepped into and through the energy field.

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Minutes later, Major Domo stood at the spot the five had departed from, surveying the aftermath of the quick but costly battle. He prodded the corpse of what was once a member of the six with the toe of his boot. The man had an amused look on his sharp-angled face. It had been some time since he had witnessed something so entertaining, ironic considering the nature of his master's business. Still, as much enjoyment as he had gotten from watching the contenders flail around in their desperation, their possession of the device and its apparent use would spell trouble sooner than later.

Turning on his heel, the thin, silver-haired man strode off back the way he had come. Mojo would want to hear of this. And what Mojo wanted, Mojo got. No matter what or who he needed to go through to get it. One way or another, Major Domo knew, his master would reacquire these gladiators gone rogue.