The Man Emperor

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom

Department of Damage Control Warehouse
Somewhere near New York

It was pretty quiet around the warehouse. Guards patrolling the outskirts of the storage area were rather relaxed, expecting nothing out of the ordinary, a this moment at least. There was news of an engagement between the Mutant Response Division and some mutants in the docks down in New York City, but other than that, there wasn't much to be alerted by. The latest sweeps had revealed nothing of note, and work continued as normal. It was just like any other day; another day of cataloguing and classifying the artifacts taken from the ruins of battlefields wrought into being by warring empowered forces. Perhaps superheroes of the Ultimates, if they were truly heroes, had handily crushed some upstart villain with petty ambitions to take over. Or some wielders of magic had been seized, their trinkets and books taken in.

At a certain section of the warehouse, though, were numerous stasis pods, cryogenic weapons, and all sorts of advanced technology that would initially seem to be the progeny of Stark or Pym Industries. These were, however, not built by those titanic enterprises; instead, these were products of Angstrom Defense. This company, operating out of Sweden, had been completely destroyed forty years earlier by Jean Grey's global rampage as the Dark Phoenix. All of their factories, save for a single one, had been known to have been obliterated. The sole surviving facility, bereft of what would be a presumably slaughtered leadership, was turned over the Department of Damage Control, all of its product given over to that venture between Stark and the government.

Or so they thought.

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"Sir, this is a restricted area. A civilian shouldn't be out here. How did you even get here?"

Baldur Angstrom stood there, unamused. It has been forty years since he first went into that stasis pod, and a few months since he woke up. During those several months of wakefulness, he had learned that one of his company's production facilities survived, only to be nationalized by the government. That was to be expected when he disappeared in the middle of what could easily have been the apocalypse. But now... he wants his property back.

"It stands to reason that some of my property has been interred there for the last forty years," the scrawny man with a rather suspicious suitcase said. "Now, if you could simply escort me inside and let me get what's mine..."

Right, that's not going to work. Not when Baldur wanted to keep his identity secret, as he was known to have been married to a mutant woman all those years ago. His mutant son and wife, both of whom are long dead because of another mutant's rampage, would be murdered all the same in this day and age.

"Sir. You should leave."

Baldur sighed. "Oh well..." he quietly muttered. "I tried, at least..."

A pair of golden beams of energy streamed out from wristworn devices under his sleeves, licking the weapons of the two guards and turning them into tiny toy guns. Shocked and surprised, they fell back, only to be snatched away by a pair of drones that seemingly came out of their guns.

Baldur then took a stasis orb out of his pocket, hurling it upward. The ball of plastic split in half, and out came at least a dozen attack drones, their design suspiciously close to that of Stark Industries. Were these just copied from existing machines?

Quietly, he then placed the suitcase on to the ground, which quickly began to turn into a suit of armor, covering his otherwise completely human body. It came with a robe, too. Baldur really liked those.

"It's time," Baldur muttered, his cohort of drones following him into the warehouse doors, which he would immediately shrink down and plop down to the ground with those same wrist drawn beams. He wants his property back, and has no time to be nice about it.

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom aka the Curator

Name: Baldur Angstrom
Codename: The Curator
Age: 33 (chronologically 73 due to stasis)
Gender: A Man
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 57 kg
Ethnicity: Nordic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Lutheran (Church of Sweden)
Occupation: Chief Executive Officer of Angstrom Defense. Whatever remains of it, anyway.

Powers/Abilities:

Inorganic Molecular Compression/Expansion: Curator is able to manipulate the molecular bonds of inorganic objects to shrink or enlarge them in a manner similar to Hank Pym's shrinking technology, though it seems this cannot affect living creatures. This is accomplished by a wrist-mounted shrink ray device.

Stasis Orbs: A small, handheld device that bears great resemblance to a Poké Ball from the popular video and TV series, Pokémon. It is here that he stores the drones, weapons, and other mundane objects that he might use for offensive and defensive action. When activated, the orb will split in half and enlarge all the objects that were stored within, bringing them into the fray of battle.

The capacity of each orb varies between objects, but there would be no less than a dozen attack drones or a pair of cars inside at any given time.

Warspite Armor: A suit of powered armor that may or may not be based off stolen blueprints. It possesses jetpacks, the durability to take on lower grade explosives, and advanced HUD system. It lacks the hand blasters that Tony Stark's suits used, but makes up for it with the shrinking rays and drones stored in stasis orbs.

It can be deployed with a suitcase, like Iron Man's Mark V armor.

Background: Baldur Angstrom, named after the Norse god of joy and light, was born as the heir of the Swedish weapons company, Angstrom Defense. It was nowhere the size of the likes of Hammer or Stark Industries, but it still advanced technology in many areas, especially on stasis and cryogenics. Baldur, being the eldest son of three, was fully expected to be the one to take the reins after his ageing father, Felix, passed on to the next life. It was a lot of pressure that only increased as the years went on and on, so Baldur tried to occupy his own mind by spending time on research that might aid the company. Problem was, he wasn't too original when it came to ideas. Not at that time, at least.

When Antman and the Wasp appeared in the news as being able to shrink and enlarge at will, Baldur's attention and interest was piqued. What if they could use something like that? They could save so much space and money if they could place their drones in a small container and enlarge them upon release.

Coming to the obvious conclusion that the technology of shrinking was based on molecular bonds, Baldur began to experiment. He never attempted it on live subjects, as it wasn't his intention to put people on a box, or hide an army under a table. No. Angstrom Defense makes drones, and if they could get a way of easy transportation, then imagine all the buyers that will come their way!

It took nearly a decade of constant trial and error to get it right, but Baldur created a shrink ray that could manipulate the sizes of inorganic objects. It came a tad bit too late, however, as the Dark Phoenix crisis had just begun. Baldur's entire family were killed as Jean Grey rampaged throughout the globe, leaving him alone and bitter. Her rage also obliterated nearly all of the facilities that Angstrom Defense held, leaving only the vaults that were hidden in the forests of northern Sweden. Then Jean Grey was seemingly defeated, and for a few weeks, it might have seemed that Earth could breath a sigh of relief.

But that was not to last. Legions of vengeful aliens came, angry that their worlds had been destroyed by a Terran host to the Phoenix Force. At that point, Baldur was convinced that the world was nearing its end, so he directed the remaining employees and their families to be placed in cryogenic stasis in the underground vault to ride out the apocalypse that would soon come.

It did come in its own way. While the world was subjugated under a dystopian, mutant hating regime, Baldur Angstrom and his employees slept. They weren't supposed to awaken before 300 years had passed, but alas, they were roused from their slumber when the computer systems of the vault detected that the surface of the Earth were completely livable after 40 years.

And so Baldur awoke to a world that had changed greatly. He expected it to be destroyed, its whole surface razed to ash, but that wasn't the case. Instead of a wasteland, he was greeted by an evil government that would have certainly had his son murdered for existing, since he was a mutant.

He knows not what to do. From the stasis vaults of Angstrom Defense were 300 men, women, and children, a few of whom were mutants. Baldur would never turn any of them in, and he vowed to protect them from a world that wishes them dead. As such, while the Empire is busy prosecuting its war against mutants, Baldur Angstrom steals many things from under their noses, attempting to learn what manner of monstrosities they may have created.

Marvel World War M

Baldur Angstrom aka the Curator

Name: Baldur Angstrom
Codename: The Curator
Age: 33 (chronologically 73 due to stasis)
Gender: A Man
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 57 kg
Ethnicity: Nordic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Lutheran (Church of Sweden)
Occupation: Chief Executive Officer of Angstrom Defense. Whatever remains of it, anyway.

Powers/Abilities:

Inorganic Molecular Compression/Expansion: Curator is able to manipulate the molecular bonds of inorganic objects to shrink or enlarge them in a manner similar to Hank Pym's shrinking technology, though it seems this cannot affect living creatures. This is accomplished by a wrist-mounted shrink ray device.

Stasis Orbs: A small, handheld device that bears great resemblance to a Poké Ball from the popular video and TV series, Pokémon. It is here that he stores the drones, weapons, and other mundane objects that he might use for offensive and defensive action. When activated, the orb will split in half and enlarge all the objects that were stored within, bringing them into the fray of battle.

The capacity of each orb varies between objects, but there would be no less than a dozen attack drones or a pair of cars inside at any given time.

Warspite Armor: A suit of powered armor that may or may not be based off stolen blueprints. It possesses jetpacks, the durability to take on lower grade explosives, and advanced HUD system. It lacks the hand blasters that Tony Stark's suits used, but makes up for it with the shrinking rays and drones stored in stasis orbs.

It can be deployed with a suitcase, like Iron Man's Mark V armor.

Background: Baldur Angstrom, named after the Norse god of joy and light, was born as the heir of the Swedish weapons company, Angstrom Defense. It was nowhere the size of the likes of Hammer or Stark Industries, but it still advanced technology in many areas, especially on stasis and cryogenics. Baldur, being the eldest son of three, was fully expected to be the one to take the reins after his ageing father, Felix, passed on to the next life. It was a lot of pressure that only increased as the years went on and on, so Baldur tried to occupy his own mind by spending time on research that might aid the company. Problem was, he wasn't too original when it came to ideas. Not at that time, at least.

When Antman and the Wasp appeared in the news as being able to shrink and enlarge at will, Baldur's attention and interest was piqued. What if they could use something like that? They could save so much space and money if they could place their drones in a small container and enlarge them upon release.

Coming to the obvious conclusion that the technology of shrinking was based on molecular bonds, Baldur began to experiment. He never attempted it on live subjects, as it wasn't his intention to put people on a box, or hide an army under a table. No. Angstrom Defense makes drones, and if they could get a way of easy transportation, then imagine all the buyers that will come their way!

It took nearly a decade of constant trial and error to get it right, but Baldur created a shrink ray that could manipulate the sizes of inorganic objects. It came a tad bit too late, however, as the Dark Phoenix crisis had just begun. Baldur's entire family were killed as Jean Grey rampaged throughout the globe, leaving him alone and bitter. Her rage also obliterated nearly all of the facilities that Angstrom Defense held, leaving only the vaults that were hidden in the forests of northern Sweden. Then Jean Grey was seemingly defeated, and for a few weeks, it might have seemed that Earth could breath a sigh of relief.

But that was not to last. Legions of vengeful aliens came, angry that their worlds had been destroyed by a Terran host to the Phoenix Force. At that point, Baldur was convinced that the world was nearing its end, so he directed the remaining employees and their families to be placed in cryogenic stasis in the underground vault to ride out the apocalypse that would soon come.

It did come in its own way. While the world was subjugated under a dystopian, mutant hating regime, Baldur Angstrom and his employees slept. They weren't supposed to awaken before 300 years had passed, but alas, they were roused from their slumber when the computer systems of the vault detected that the surface of the Earth were completely livable after 40 years.

And so Baldur awoke to a world that had changed greatly. He expected it to be destroyed, its whole surface razed to ash, but that wasn't the case. Instead of a wasteland, he was greeted by an evil government that would have certainly had his son murdered for existing, since he was a mutant.

He knows not what to do. From the stasis vaults of Angstrom Defense were 300 men, women, and children, a few of whom were mutants. Baldur would never turn any of them in, and he vowed to protect them from a world that wishes them dead. As such, while the Empire is busy prosecuting its war against mutants, Baldur Angstrom steals many things from under their noses, attempting to learn what manner of monstrosities they may have created.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

As soon as Kailani went towards the direction of the cell blocks that held Arc Dragon and the rest of their still imprisoned conspirators, Frostbite jumped off from the massive alien's back. He stepped down into a floor that was absolutely filled with pools of blood and pieces of gore; remnants of the guards and perhaps a few unlucky inmates that were standing in the way of the tank sized monstrosity's delighted rampage. Of course, Frostbite didn't like the floor this way. It was messy, chaotic, and slippery; a far cry from the highly organized nature of Alfred's mind, which naturally detested it when the environment was just out of order. But this was a prison escape. An escape from one of the most secure facilities in this side of the world, no less, so it would take much more chaos and destruction to actually get up there and see the sky once again...

Frostbite flapped its wings, sending another barrage of ice spikes towards the cavalcade of retreating guards that were currently pulling back towards the elevators. Some got stabbed by incoming projectiles, others were luckily behind riot shields that dented the attack, and others still held their ground and opened fire.

It did little, of course, though Frostbite felt his form slowly getting chipped away by the incoming bullets. He was less durable than Kailaniz tough he felt no pain, a side effect of having no biological nervous system to begin with once transformed into that state. And so he decided to fly forward and breathed out conical blasts of freezing wind, aiming to clear the way to the elevator for the rest of them once Min-Ji and the others had been freed from their internment.

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal - Hyperdrive

Smoke slowly wafted out of Ganni's gas mask, giving out the impression that he was constantly smoking a joint. In some ways, that was true; he used a mix of mind enhancing substances in order to be able to better focus when making portals that bridged different points in the fabric of space. Creating tunnels through reality itself was easier said than done. The calculations and the visualization required in order to accurately make these doorways instead of teleporting into the middle of a wall or the inside of an engine with a dangerous power source were quite taxing to the normal mind. One need not get to the amount of energy needed to portal over more than a hundred kilometers from point A to point B to know that it's dangerous without proper preparation.

So, Hyperdrive, as the MRD had come to call the mutant that quite literally temporarily shatters the fabric of spacetime in order to make his portals, sat on top of a nearby building, watching the arms deal go on without so much as an argument over the amount of money that had been agreed for the exchange. Even so, he remained at edge, waiting for something to go wrong.

And of course, something did.

“HANDS UP FREAKS! THIS IS THE MUTANT RESPONSE DIVISION AND YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!” A loud voice boomed over a megaphone, and Milo groaned.

"Punyeta..." Ganni cursed as he inched a bit closer to the building's edge to see that the hovercars, along with some other vehicles were quickly surrounding the group that had just finished the arms deal. He was just out of sight, thankfully, as he well hidden behind a section of wall that lined the edge of the flat rooftop. By the looks of it, things weren't great for the mutants. Venom himself had come to deal with the problem, and if the nature of the Ultimates was of any indication, more of them may come here to prove that they're better than their peers. After all, they were a bunch of pretentious pricks, glorified celebrities that spent more time in press conferences and photo ops than in fighting actual crime.

It's not their fault that Jean Grey went crazy. Welp, anyway...

For a moment, it seemed like reality itself buckled, then a crack opened up beside one of the remaining hovercars. Bolts of energy whizzed in from the other side as Ganni opened fire, poking holes into the vehicle's sides and then destroying its crucial hover systems, sending it careening to the ground like its counterpart from earlier. The remaining hovercar turned its attention to this new mutant interloper, only for the portal to immediately close like a zipper in thin air.

The real problem, though, was Venom, whom the other mutants on the ground were undoubtedly engaged with as of now. Ganni would try to pick off the surrounding MRD agents and vehicles and open up a weak spot through which they may be able to escape. Hopefully, at least.

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal; AKA Hyperdrive

Appearance

Masked Appearance

Ganymede, being concerned less about branding and more about survival, simply dons a jacket and a gas mask. It is often filled with a smoke compound that helps him focus his portal making abilities by heightening his awareness and ability to visualize his destination, especially if it has to be through memory.

Name: Ganymede Madrigal; usually simply called 'Ganni' by friends
Codename: Hyperdrive
Age: 28
Gender: A Man
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 70 kg
Ethnicity: Southeast Asian
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. Has never mingled.
Religion: Baptist
Occupation: Mutant Resistance Operative
Powers/Abilities:

Portal Creation: The aspect of his power that gives him the moniker of Hyperdrive; Ganni is able to break open cracks in the fabric of space to link one point to another. As such, his portals take the form of literal 'cracks', as if reality is made of glass. It has no known maximum or minimum range, but going beyond 200 kilometers causes such strain to his brain that he may either suffer a stroke or brain hemorrhage.

He requires either memory of the target location, live footage, or a recent picture in order to be able to travel.

Energy Channeling: Hyperdrive is able to channel energy in raw form. He can fire it as controlled bolts (think of Kingo's finger guns in Eternals), or turn it into an energy shield to protect against incoming small arms projectiles.

Background: Ganymede Madrigal was born to a mundane mother and a mutant father, both of whom were originally from the Philippines. However, by the time he was going to be delivered unto this dark world, everything had fallen under the darkness left behind by the madness of Jean Grey.

His father, Ericson Madrigal, had been an alumnus of Charles Xavier's School of Gifted Children, and refused to lose his powers of portals and teleportation, fearing that his background as one of that school's graduates, as well as his wife's obvious mutant sympathies, would lead them to being killed anyway. So, he would bring his family across the globe, moving every few months until they ended up in eastern Siberia, where isolation within the wild tundra afforded them time. Time to raise a son, their only son. They named him Ganymede, after one of the moons of Jupiter. Jupiter was his mother Leah's favorite planet after all.

From a young age, hidden in the wilderness of the sparsely populated Siberian tundra, Ganymede was taught how to control the powers he inherited from his father and grandfather, which had seemingly combined in this generation. Using the techniques he learned long ago as part of the final batch of learners in Xavier's school, Ericson trained Ganymede to be an expert portalier. And he did.

Their isolation wasn't to last, though. One day, Ericson slipped up and was spotted in Vladivostok using a portal to return to the little cottage that the Madrigals were using in the deep tundra. Attention was soon drawn towards their area, and teams of UE soldiers stealthily crept towards their home. The intent was to kill, as Ericson and Leah Madrigal had refused the cure, and didn't give it to their son, either.

The attack was sudden. Ericson and Leah were killed by sniper fire, while Ganymede was able to shield himself with his powers. With drones and helicopters audibly approaching, Ganymede cracked open a portal, regrettably leaving the dead bodies of his parents behind as he fled to the island of Sakhalin, where he had been instructed to go in case things went wrong. He was quickly met by a fellow mutant, a former colleague of his father. Ganymede was told about the underground that fought against the oppression of the United Empire, and that the cottage that he lived in was one of their safehouses. Now that had been compromised, and so… he will have to stick with them instead.

That's just what he did for the last ten years.

Marvel World War M

Ganymede Madrigal; AKA Hyperdrive

Appearance

Masked Appearance

Ganymede, being concerned less about branding and more about survival, simply dons a jacket and a gas mask. It is often filled with a smoke compound that helps him focus his portal making abilities by heightening his awareness and ability to visualize his destination, especially if it has to be through memory.

Name: Ganymede Madrigal; usually simply called 'Ganni' by friends
Codename: Hyperdrive
Age: 28
Gender: A Man
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 70 kg
Ethnicity: Southeast Asian
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual. Has never mingled.
Religion: Baptist
Occupation: Mutant Resistance Operative
Powers/Abilities:

Portal Creation: The aspect of his power that gives him the moniker of Hyperdrive; Ganni is able to break open cracks in the fabric of space to link one point to another. As such, his portals take the form of literal 'cracks', as if reality is made of glass. It has no known maximum or minimum range, but going beyond 200 kilometers causes such strain to his brain that he may either suffer a stroke or brain hemorrhage.

He requires either memory of the target location, live footage, or a recent picture in order to be able to travel.

Energy Channeling: Hyperdrive is able to channel energy in raw form. He can fire it as controlled bolts (think of Kingo's finger guns in Eternals), or turn it into an energy shield to protect against incoming small arms projectiles.

Background: Ganymede Madrigal was born to a mundane mother and a mutant father, both of whom were originally from the Philippines. However, by the time he was going to be delivered unto this dark world, everything had fallen under the darkness left behind by the madness of Jean Grey.

His father, Ericson Madrigal, had been an alumnus of Charles Xavier's School of Gifted Children, and refused to lose his powers of portals and teleportation, fearing that his background as one of that school's graduates, as well as his wife's obvious mutant sympathies, would lead them to being killed anyway. So, he would bring his family across the globe, moving every few months until they ended up in eastern Siberia, where isolation within the wild tundra afforded them time. Time to raise a son, their only son. They named him Ganymede, after one of the moons of Jupiter. Jupiter was his mother Leah's favorite planet after all.

From a young age, hidden in the wilderness of the sparsely populated Siberian tundra, Ganymede was taught how to control the powers he inherited from his father and grandfather, which had seemingly combined in this generation. Using the techniques he learned long ago as part of the final batch of learners in Xavier's school, Ericson trained Ganymede to be an expert portalier. And he did.

Their isolation wasn't to last, though. One day, Ericson slipped up and was spotted in Vladivostok using a portal to return to the little cottage that the Madrigals were using in the deep tundra. Attention was soon drawn towards their area, and teams of UE soldiers stealthily crept towards their home. The intent was to kill, as Ericson and Leah Madrigal had refused the cure, and didn't give it to their son, either.

The attack was sudden. Ericson and Leah were killed by sniper fire, while Ganymede was able to shield himself with his powers. With drones and helicopters audibly approaching, Ganymede cracked open a portal, regrettably leaving the dead bodies of his parents behind as he fled to the island of Sakhalin, where he had been instructed to go in case things went wrong. He was quickly met by a fellow mutant, a former colleague of his father. Ganymede was told about the underground that fought against the oppression of the United Empire, and that the cottage that he lived in was one of their safehouses. Now that had been compromised, and so… he will have to stick with them instead.

That's just what he did for the last ten years.

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲: 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕤

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Konstantin Salazar
The Wanderer

Interaction: Jackpot, Picture Perfect, High Volt

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"I've got a tip alert system in place for situations like this, folks'll be sending me all sorts of info on black sedans now." There were definite perks to being as public and popular as Picture Perfect currently was, it'd seem. "But I'll be honest, it could be a goose chase with my network. Crocheron's on the other side of Queens, by Saint Mary's. I swear if these goons grabbed some sick kid..."

Each of the three people around him suddenly received Airdrop-equivalent contact information for Picture Perfect.

"Just in case we get split, I've sent you guys my contact info."

"We don't need to split, guys." Konstantin held out his hand, smirking towards the exasperated Picture Perfect at the prospect of having to cross all the way to the other side of Queens. He knew just how tiring it could be to try to weave through all the pedestrians, traffic, and desolate alleys that would undoubtedly be in the way. And he just had the trick. Konstantin knew a lot of places in the city well enough to open portals to them, especially the ones that were open to the public. Crocheron Park was one of these places, but that wouldn't be enough to simply bring them right in front of the black sedan that they were looking for.

"My brother Mariano uses Crocheron Park to walk his dog, and I've been there a few times to give my cats a look at the sun and grass," Konstantin explained. "I could bring us there through a portal, but bear in mind that you might come out a little dizzy if you're not used to crossing dimensions."

Wanderer's eyes glowed an iridescent purple as he began channeling the magic. "So? Taxi, hitch a ride with lightning lady, or portal?"

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

Narvia & Finbarr

"Welp, there goes our plans for celebration." Finbarr shook his head as the conversation between the Moonstrike agent and the core crew members ended. He turned towards Narvia, tilting a little bit just to adjust towards eye-level contact. He was tired from having to run around the galaxy in a quest for vengeance, tired from the war itself, even though it had long ended. The events today and the information that had been henceforth revealed indicated to him that they were getting deeper and deeper into a conspiracy, one that goes further than inflicting retribution towards their erstwhile oppressors and master's.

"I'll go with the team that's going to search for that Star Marine girl," Finbarr muttered, looking towards Narvia. "In case things go south, which they always do, there will be a dire need for an exit. You?"

"A-Aww, I wanted to celebrate too!" Narvia sighed deeply as the conversation between the Moonstrike agent and the core crew members ended. She turned towards Finbarr since he adjusted slightly to be precisely at eye level. She felt conflicted by the chance of saving her family, Lana, Freya, and Ashley, to be with her new family in the Star Marines. All she wants is normalcy and to be part of something more than what she feels like everyone is heading deeper into by the reasons of madmen and their ordained plans. The events and the information means it's getting even more dangerous than usual, and it'll break her heart if any of her new family dies or any of her original family dies too.

Narvia listened to Finbarr's mutterings and him asking about what she'd do. "I am going to save yours and everyone's families, including mine. Because I-I want to be reunited with my mother and older sisters..." Narvia said with resolve in her voice like no other. The major problem, though, was that they would be, Draken'vina, the homeworld of her godfather Nikolas R. Zahrin. "Only problem is my family will be on my godfather's homeworld of Draken'vina, which is a core world in the Ascendancy."

"Well I come from one of the mining settlements on Titan, one of the moons of Jupiter in the Solar System," Finbarr replied. "It's even closer to the core of the Ascendancy than any of you lot. I wager my family is still there since they have never been able to afford getting off that rock. Either way, they may all be screwed."

Finbarr sighed. How different would have life been if he hadn't been turned into a living weapon? Would they still be dirt poor miners, or would he have somehow gotten them out of the bottom of the social ladder?

"I guess you're coming with me, then?" Finbarr shrugged. "Well, since we're an item, that would come at no surprise. Hihi."

Narvia had many emotions inside of her when Finbarr talked about where his family is located. In this case, Lana, Freya, and Ashley being located on Draken’vina is much better than the alternative, which would be Mars or otherwise. ”F-Finbarr, I am going to save your family. I will try hard to reunite everyone’s families!” Narvia exclaimed with a lot of enthusiasm. It would be better to have her boyfriend’s family safe with hers. ”Only because I believe it to be the case, I guess my family not being on Mars is much better than they would be. Only because my biological father would have fought much harder on Mars than anywhere else, Conner Leo Hadley.”

Narvia will be happy when everyone is happy to be with their families no matter their location in the Ascendancy’s Grasp. She was slightly worried about how her family was doing now, being on Draken’vina of all places after living on Mars for their whole lives. It scared her to meet her family in a happy reunion, but it won’t be that happy since her father isn’t there with them, though he scared her deeply.

Narvia loved Finbarr so much and giggled at him for being such a gentleman. ”Y-Yeah, we should allow everyone else to figure out what they are doing in these missions. I-I’m happy that we are together!” Narvia exclaimed loudly. She giggled and decided to walk out of the conference room since it would be better to deal with other things than dealing with more stress like she’d been having with what the Moonstrike agent told them.

“Good,” Finbarr nodded at his beloved, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they two of them bounded out of the room, knowing well that they will soon be put into another dangerous mission. “I hope we can fix all of this mess soon enough so that my family can get the hell out of the methane infused air of Titan. Everyday, it smelled like fart there. Just, absolutely horrible. Oh, and your planet has dragons on it too, right…?”

They disappeared into the corridor, though the curious Doruva’Il’Kays Aoshen would stare into their direction for quite a while before turning away. He understood from then on that those two were a thing…

Narvia giggled when Finbarr wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they left the conference room. She looked toward Finbarr when he started talking about where he lived, Titan's methane-infused air, and slightly giggled at what he said. It sounded an awful place to live if it wasn't that particular about the quality of life. When Finbarr asked about Draken'vina, about has dragons on it. "Nikolas told me about the dragons on Draken'vina like a history lesson. A specific ancient dragon is living on Draken'vina called Dekriem, the Soul Destroyer. Better not to mess with him, but that's what Nikolas told me as such not to do. Historical records on Draken'vina on how the Dekriem helped unite the humans living there underneath my godfather's clan, the Za Clan." Narvia said with fascination about her godfather's world. She loved talking about things that made her imagination go wild, but she had never actually seen a dragon up close. However, how Nikolas described Dekriem was cool, but it did scare her slightly with how potent his breath attack was.

Narvia cutely put her arm around Finbarr since she loved him. "I love you, Finbarr." Narvia said with a smile on her face.

"I love you too, darling," Finbarr replied with a slight chuckle. He kissed the top of her head, laughing as he did so. "So, we should get ready for the bloody thing. That armor isn't going to put itself on, after all. Yeah?"

Narvia cutely giggled with Finbarr for chuckling after saying the exact words she said to him. She blushed when he kissed the top of her head and happily smiled in response. "Yes, we should get ready for these missions, dear. It would not be good not to wear the armor in the first place. I enjoy wearing the armor that was specifically made for me by the Dragon's Brigade." Narvia said. She hopes that Finbarr will stay alive through this troubled time that is coming soon. Narvia wants to figure out the future with Finbarr together but these missions are quite scary. She is happy right now and will always look back on these happy moments over the alternatives.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

As soon as Kailai began to shove the barricade of riot shields and guards towards the hallway with her usual relish of consumption and destruction, Frostbite swooped on from the overhanging lampshades, screeching in an animalistic manner. A gust of cold wind heralded its approach, wings stretched out on a full spread and a spherical winter storm of collecting around its icy mouth. The Cryophoenix's incoming strike evoked images of dive bombers, its screeching seemingly mimicking the demoralizing whistle of a Stuka dive bomber. That probably didn't do much by itself, as nothing was more terrifying than a giant, tank sized alien monstrosity plowing through one's coworkers as if they were chicken nuggets in a KFC deal bucket.

Still, the screech first came like thunder before the actual lightning, then the freezing began. Frostbite attacked the guards to the left and right of Kailani, blasting them at regular intervals with flashfreeze breaths. One might have thought that there was a dragon spitting out fire, except that it was a phoenix spitting out ice and freezing wind. Several guards died instantly, every bit of warmth of body in their bodies sucked away by the vengeful winter spirit before it peeled away to avoid hitting a wall or some other obstacle. A few were frozen so thoroughly, they broke and shattered into a dozen or so pieces whenever someone exerted a bit of force on them.

Here, though, there was no shortage of force. Frostbite had heard the fire woman being a little exasperated, and so moved accordingly. Even then, it didn't truly like that they are wasting quite the amount of lives in this escape... but such is the price of vengeance, isn't it?