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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:12 pm
Victor was silent for a long moment, and just stared back at the man. Finally, he glanced back inside, then back at the man. "Just gimme a minute to let her know I'll be gone and grab a shirt."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:17 pm
Rosco nodded, "Of course, Mr. Creed. I will wait here until you're ready."
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:24 pm
Victor nodded, then turned and made his way back through the house. He moved to the bedroom and tossed on a shirt, then looked for Skuld. "Hey.." he said when he found her. "I have a "job" to see about. I'm going to be gone."
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:27 pm
Skuld's eyebrow arched while staring at Victor, "Eh? What's going on? And do you need help?"
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:32 pm
"Honestly I have no idea." he said quietly. "I think they have me confused for whatever counterpart I have here. You know anything about a D'Amico?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:39 pm
Syd cocked her head to the side in surprise, "I've heard the name... He's a crime boss in New York that suddenly appeared from the world merge, I think. His territory overlaps both Kingpin's and Silvermane's, and it's starting to get messy."
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:44 pm
Victor frowned. "Isn't the Kingpin who you're working under?"
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:45 am
Skuld made an uneasy nervous face, "I believe so. I think that's who Kaine works for, but I'm not entirely sure." The goth redhead rolled both of her shoulders upward in a shrug.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:53 pm
"Mmh..." Victor mused. "This could be a problem. Still...if I don't go, they might try to *make* me go. Don't want to step on any of your toes." he said as he turned and headed towards the doorway.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:19 am
Syd blew a kiss goodbye, "Be careful."
Rosco still stood in front of the door, as Sabertooth exited the apartment, "Come with me. We'll go right away."
The henchman led Victor to a waiting black car with two more armed goons. Once all were inside the vehicle, it drove off.
[Exit henchmen and Sabertooth to New York City]
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 2:42 am
Somewhere in Connecticut... Cyclops remembered the day, after when he and Lorna married and had their honeymoon, the two couples built a house far away from anyone that can't reach them unless they used Cerebro to track them down. Lorna wanted it to be perfect, so Cyclops hinted about Connecticut's River at the Greenway State Park. There was a luscious forest that hid them from any civilization and the house was completely made from steel that Lorna managed to bring with her mutation. They also had Forge and Beast install security measures similar to the X-Mansion, after Danger allowed herself to allow some parts of her Shi'ar tech to be used, making this place not only nearly impossible to find, but also damn near impossible to infiltrate. Sure it might now have weapons like Scott wanted, but it was still made to the point where trying to find the house is going to be extremely difficult without the use of Cerebros or anything similar to that. Even Tony and Fantastic pitched in with some ideas for their "wedding-gift". Unless Lorna, Scott, Hank, or Forge told anyone about what to do then the Dane-Summer's home was literally off limits.
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(Please take this into consideration people).
It was a haven just for the two of them...
...so notice to his surprise to find the house still there.
Cyclops hesitantly got off his bike and slowly walked to his door. The hand scanner... taking off his gloves, the former X-Men member placed his naked palm onto the scanner and allowed the Shi'ar technology to do the rest.
Identification Confirmed: Scott Summers
Codename: Cyclops
Welcome home, Mr. Summers.
Wasn't this suppose to be a different world? Wasn't this home, this place, not suppose to exist? If that's the case, then why? Why is this here? Scott threw his baggages onto the glass floor as a familiar voice echoed into the house.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Summers." A smooth, dry humored voice replied, "Before I barrage you with a number of questions, would you like me to activate reflectors?" He knew saying no would be the most stupid decision right now. "What do you think?" he asked rhetorically as the AI chuckled dryly.
"Understood. Activating Optic Camouflage Reflectors." The whole house as well as the ground began to groove up and down. Panels pushed out from the ground as well as form the house. Within seconds the house was emitting an optic illusion. Like a vanishing act in a magic show, the house dissipated, making it as well as it's surrounding invisible to the visible eye. This technology also disrupts echolocation, as well as any tracking devices that try to attempt to find the house in the first place. With the exception of the Cerebros.
Alien Technology, man's worst and best friends.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:18 pm
After the field was set, and the defensive mechanism has been activated, Scott walked to the kitchen where a mug of coffee was there. He sat down and took a sip. Pausing he looked up at the ceiling. "Alright, shoot, what do you want to ask me?" So Danger 2 asked him all kinds of question, and Scott tried the best of his abilities to answer them. After the interrogation was done, Scott walked upstairs to their...no...now it's just his room. A room devoid of anything with Lorna... He picked up the portrait and stared at the picture of him and...
...where...
...where is she?
"Danger!"
"Yes sir?" The Shi'ar tech answered as Scott glared at the ceiling. "What did you do with Lorna!?" What made Scott slowly feel even more tense was how long the machine had to answer...then...
"Lorna sir? I'm afraid I don't know anyone by that name in my data base..." Scott's mouth opened, before it closed and once more opened. Nothing came out of his mouth...nothing. Swallowing a saliva, with much difficulties, Scott finally regained his voice and asked the question again. "W-What do you mean...y-you don't remember who L-Lorna is?"
"Sir I don't know nor do I have anyone by that name in my database."
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 2:27 am
Cyclops tried to grind for more answers for the last half an hour, but every response was the same...no one, not even Danger, knows who Lorna is...it's almost as if she never existed in this world. As if...she never existed in the first place. Scott fell onto his bed as he looked at the empty room. Feeling confined and sick he quickly ran out of the house. The reflectors bounced on his feet as he rushed to where her grave was. Where he buried her. Where he placed her in a coffin and dug her up a grave. Where his wife, his love, his eternal...
It wasn't there...
"N-No..." he whispered as one of the founder members of the X-Men fell to his knees. "Lorna...Lorna..." he whispered as his visored shined. "LORNA!!!" he screamed as he ripped off his visor. Destructive red shot out of his eyes as it pierced through the clouds and the atmosphere. Scott's agonizing screams filled the lonesome forest of Seattle as his concussive blast served as a temporary search light. Damn secrecy!
Shutting his eyes closed, tears streamed down as he clenched the ground. His whole life, it was for Lorna. His whole life, it was to Lorna to be proud of his accomplishments. It was all for her...he shakily grabbed his visor and placed it back on his face as he looked at the empty spot where her grave was suppose to be...
'Like Tatiana said. It is a different world.' he remembered Molly telling him as he glared behind his visor. 'A god of this world has decided that it would be funny to pick people from random worlds and stick them here '
So that's it...he's just some god's play thing? He's just some man who can't do anything. He tries and tries, but it's not enough to please his god? Is that why god is screwing around him like this? First Apocalypse, then Lorna and now... well not anymore...
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 3:06 am
"Leaving so soon, Mr. Summers?" Danger asked as Cyclops changed into his X-Force uniform. He took out a holster from the closet as well. Not answering Danger's question, Cyclops revealed one of the many hidden artilleries that he hid in this house. Taking out six clips and pocketing them in his utility belt, he packed in a suppressor. Pulling out the gun of his choice, two Beretta's, he holster them before packing in some clothes. "Keep the house safe and clean."
"Of course, sir."Cyclops picked up his bag and walked out to his bike. Getting on the Harley Davidson, he start up the ignition as the garage slowly opened. Before he put on his gloves, Scott smoothed his naked ring finger with a frown. This isn't his world anymore, but he'll try hard to get back to it. "Don't worry Lorna...I'll come back home..." He whispered before roaring off out of Seattle, with his cloak fluttering in the wind. Once he was about five hundred feet away from home, Danger activated the reflectors. Five minutes on his ride, and the house was no where to be seen.
((Exits back to California))
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 6:36 pm
[Vandal Savage's penthouse]
Vandal Savage woke up, and watched Rebecca sleep. It was strange; he hadn't rerally viewed a woman... ANY woman... as more than a way to produce offspring in quite some time. The Dark Ages, maybe? No, that wasn't even a full millenium ago, it's been longer than that.
Snapping out of his little train of thought, he reached for his smartphone. Two things never ceased to surprise Savage about the human race: their ability to make new things that improve ease of living, and their ability to make new things that kill. Quickly, he typed out a message to the Penguin; he knew that Cobblepot, who prides himself on technology, couldn't allow himself to have something so small and convenient, or at least a way to respond messages from them.
"What is the nature of Rebecca's employment? Contractual? Debt?"
He pressed the 'send' button, and waited for the response.
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