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We are an AU MCU and X-Men site with comic influence based in current time. Thanos is gaining power and it is time for the heroes of Earth to come together with those of Asgard and Space to fight back against his threat. He already has two Infinity Stones... can they keep the others out of his hands? And what does this mysterious Victorious group want with our heroes?

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 New York's Revolution, Betsy | Megan | lara
aka Psylocke
by Arya @ Jun 2 2018, 11:55 PM
This protest was a long time coming. After the STEM attack from Victorious, the legalization of the SVRA, and the recent attack by the Mindless Ones, several people believed they needed to make a stand. Betsy was amongst those several of people. She wasn't going to sit back and allow the government to have the last say in what people like herself had to do. The day had begun peaceful, the way most people expected protests to go in this day and age, but things changed quickly just as if someone had added fire to a fuel that could erupt.

It all started from the counter-protesters, and then those of the protestors who weren't going to stand back to be run over. Arguments. FIghts. Attacks. Escapes. Everything transformed into one muddy situation. Initially, Betsy had tried to help some of the youths and elderly get out safely, but she had then switched her attention towards keeping things under control. One of them being a man with super strength and speed, that was recklessly attacking multiple of the protestors. Killing each and every one of them in his way. This had to stop.

Betsy's butterfly flared and she quickly reached into the man's mind. She wrestled with his natural psychic defences for a few minutes and once she had his bare mind all to herself. She attacked. Piercing blades as sharp as knives went through his mind and he stumbled to his knees. He screamed, cried, and clawed at his face. He was apparently one of the Victorious people that were part of the reason this whole mess had begun. Betsy had no intention of showing him mercy.


@Megan Gwynn @Iara dos Santos @Ellie Phimister
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by derp @ Jun 5 2018, 04:06 PM
"Die mad, Fancy," indigo lips taunted calmly down toward a ginger lookalike of Reba McEntire lining the protest route, Ellie's wide eyes and raised brow inviting the hateful woman to make a move beyond following her down the sidewalk and jabbing a finger at her face. Ellie couldn't hear her anyway, her ear buds thumping at full volume with Enola Gay by 'Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.' This camel-toed bitch wasn't going to get to her, of that the mutant confirmed silently in mind, determined to remain calm and not get riled, continuing to chew her gum and refusing to further acknowledge petty Reba shadowing them.

At some point, Ellie had to stop and consider whether she needed to be here or not. The turnout today was legendary and the notion of possibly standing with a majority felt foreign and considerably dull to boot. But the haters had shown up in due time, re-cementing her desire to be here, to throttle them, to show she wasn't afraid, and to stand up for what is right.

This shit was getting old. Actually, no, it wasn't. Nega enjoyed standing against the tide. It was more accurate to say it was getting more and more common. She had at one point considered fashioning her protest signs with velcro so she could just replace the message on the same piece of poster board each protest. Her last sign was so creased and dilapidated that Phimister just left it home today, she instead finding herself atop a tall mutant's shoulders this afternoon with her fist in air.

Black boot heels bounced gently on the tall fellow's abs as they slowly jostled in the crowd, her black, denim jeans climbing up legs to meet a mustard colored tank top printed with a totem pole and 'Camp Funtime' emblazoned over it on the front. As per her usual, black eye makeup and fingernails completed the ensemble, a host of silver stud earrings festooning her ears and a modest, silver ring adorning her septum.

The crow's nest view held an advantage for Nega in this crowd, her squat height historically relegating her to the B.O. stench level. She didn't know the guy attached to these shoulders before today, but he'd graciously pulled her out of a bottleneck earlier when she was separated from Lana and set her up there like a pet cat. Ellie didn't object.

Concern stitched it's way across her brow suddenly, her high eyes' peripheral vision scoping out a wave of turmoil to side making it's way across the burgeoning crowd, heading strait toward them. Yanking her buds from ears, Ellie reached down and patted his chest and yelled into his ears over the noisy chants, "We need to get high or get trampled!" She pointing in the direction it was coming, he looked confused and was about to have her repeat herself, but it was too late.

A rogue wave of bodies crashed into them, skulls and ribs crunching beneath the pressure, her own legs getting pinned to his torso as they were all shoved toward a building like sea debris. It was neverending, screams of panic and desperation screeching into every ear, fear and confusion soiling every face. At the side walk, a line of people were upended over the curb, trash receptacles, newspaper bins, Ellie being tossed from her benefactor's shoulders as he went down hard.

Scampering up as best she could, the tide of bodies again swept her up before smashing her into a wall. Knocking the air from her, Nega gasped continuously for oxygen into the back of a stranger but no air obliged. She wanted to fire up a kinetic shield, push them away or incinerate them in the process, to give herself some space to breathe, but she knew better than that. Damn Piotr and his square ass influence. There was nowhere to go, no place to move without severely hurting someone else with her powers.

The first, faint breaths of oxygen found her lungs following long seconds without, the side of Ellie's face beginning to scrape into the brownstone facade of the building pinning her between it and the larger, red-headed woman pressing into her anterior. It all happened so fast, what the fuck? Wait.... was this angry, fucking Reba, all smelling like White Rain and Dress Barn, flattening her into a #000000 fruit roll-up?

OH, HELL NO.


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aka Shark-Girl
by George @ Jun 7 2018, 05:07 AM
Don't visit the ocean today, they said. Come with us to the protest, they said. It'll be peaceful, they said. Iara found herself in a jostling crowd, pushing her back and forth with the tide of people who shifted as they seemed to battle around her. She was helpless to this tide, she let it jostle and shove her to and thro, accepting that each new wave of people could drown her under feet that didn't seem to care where they stepped if she fell down. It wasn't that she didn't want to fight back, because she did, oh she wanted to more than anything in the world. Rage flowed through her veins, and the scent of blood carried to her nose on the air, but that was the problem. Blood. As soon as the riot started she knew she should have just gone to the ocean as she'd planned.

It wasn't that Iara was indifferent to this cause, no, she felt very strongly about the SVRA and how she didn't believe it should be happening. It was more the fear of going into a crowd again. The last time she'd been in a crowd of mixed humans and mutants had been at the STEM fair. That wasn't a memory she was proud of, the blood frenzy rage that had led her to bite off a woman's arm, spit it back into her face and beat her into a wall still haunted her dreams, filling her with the regret of an action. The regret of her very first kill.

So she hadn't planned to go to the protest, simply because of that memory. But there was a group of people from Xavier's going, and she didn't want them to think she'd been faking when she said she cared about this cause, and she thought, maybe, just maybe, it would be okay this time. This time there would be a group of there to watch over. Logan would be there for instance! And if things went south he'd probably yell 'get yer asses away right now' or 'quit your yappin'' cause he said things like quit your yapping. It had been enough to convince Iara that this time it would be okay to walk among the crowd and join the protest.

Now, being shoved against the body of a man she didn't know, while a few inches away from her face someone was getting punched, Iara realized her mistake. It hadn't taken long for her to get separated from the Xavier's group. They'd all seemed to have melted into the sea of bodies like the melting ice caps. Blood splattered her cheek, as the guy being punched screamed in agony. Iara held her hands pressed firmly against her nose and mouth, willing herself not to do what every instinct wanted to do. She wanted to scream, she wanted to be a shark, she wanted to eat. As long as she didn't transform it would be okay, she told herself. As long as she could remain human it would go without a problem.

But the rage in her was growing stronger. Who the fuck did these anti-protesters think they were? Coming into a protest that had been peaceful to cause their violence for what cause? A cause that isolated people? A cause that made people feel attacked and unsafe? Look who was really making people unsafe. Look who'd brought the weapons, and the violence. It wasn't the people against the SVRA, it was the people for it. She wanted to rip off arms and bite off heads. Her bones ached, begging her to take action upon the group. Don't transform, and they won't die, don't transform and you won't kill. It was a silent mantra, but underneath her hand, she could feel her teeth enlarging into those of a shark's.

@Megan Gwynn @Elizabeth Braddock @Ellie Phimister
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aka Pixie
by Simba @ Jun 8 2018, 07:27 PM
She'd been at work, bouncing around the café, serving coffee and biscuits and goodies to protestors and chattering with those who lingered about how amazing it was to see so many gathered together, united by a cause dear to them. So many people, some who looked more strange than the tiny fairy herself. People who were huge, people who were tall and unnaturally thing, some people who didn't have normal shaped bodies at all. All sorts of people. Megan kept going to the windows to look, amazed by the sight of mutants, inhumans, and everything else gathered together in one spot. From moms holding their small children to loud and proud college students and even some with wizened faces and silver or white hair.

Megan felt inspired, felt awed. And then everything had turned sour. Her boss, who had been working with them that day, had kept a weather eye on the shifts and moods of the crowds outside. And when he caught wind of counter-protestors, he closed up shop and sent everyone home, meaning to maintain the shop himself in case it was vandalized or if there was an emergency, but unwilling to put his employees at risk of an attack from anti-enhanced individuals. So the doors of the café remained open and Megan stepped outside.

She was maybe a block away when panic turned everything upside down. For a few, terrifying seconds, the girl herself was crushed between two bodies, and then she squirmed free, wings spreading wide, and took flight. Spiraling up above the panicked crowd, Megan's heart pounded as she tried to make sense of the senseless, tried to figure out where to dip in.

She spied kids being crushed against a brick wall and simply panicked herself. Diving down, she pulled bodies off of each other, setting people down in alleyways and rescuing those who'd been trapped. One such person she rescued from a giant redheaded woman she vaguely recognized from her visits with Jubilee and the Institute. "Are you one of Xavier's?" She asked the dark haired, pale skinned girl she'd swept up into thin, light arms.

"I'm Megan. And this…this is-" Megan cut off with a startled cry as gunfire erupted at them. She jerked with small arms wrapped tight around Ellie's torso, ducking and spiraling tightly back towards the crowds below.

@Elizabeth Braddock
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aka Psylocke
by Arya @ Jun 12 2018, 10:28 PM
Just as the last flicker of life was about to fade from his mind, Betsy held back and left him on the ground unconscious. With his mind crippled, she wouldn't need to worry about him causing any more harm.

Betsy wiped her brow and the began expanding her consciousness beyond where she stood. Immediately, she began picking up fleeting thoughts amidst the crowd. Thoughts of fear, anger, purpose, and a large number of thoughts, each tagged to various emotional states, floating around. It wasn't like a sea, or an ocean, it was a storm. Betsy immediately wanted to close her mind off to risk being overwhelmed until she picked up a familiar psychic signature.

lara

She was one of the younger members of the Xmen, a student if anything. Considering the occasion, a large number of the school had come to the protest, but Betsy had lost track of almost everyone.

lara, this Betsy, are you alright? There was something happening to her at the moment, some sort of inner conflict, but Betsy couldn't quite put her mind to it. She hoped there wasn't anything drastic.

Suddenly, she heard an open fire of bullets and that immediately forced her to change the angle at which her consciousness was pointing. She touched the mind of civilian nearby and took control of their eyes. She immediately saw a hail of bullets raining out in the air. Amongst the crowd behind the bullets was a...fairy? And then, there was also Ellie, another member of the school.

Betsy was just about to shout out a mental command for people to run, but suddenly everything went black. She bit her lip in frustration. The civilian's mind she had hijacked, must have gone down from one of the bullets. She shook her head in further frustration and began rushing towards that area only to be stopped by about a group of six people. They didn't have weapons, but Betsy could almost feel the psychic energy that showed they were all more than human.

Out of nowhere, one of them breathed fire from his lips and Betsy quickly rolled, dodging the stream of fire by a centimetre and landing abruptly behind a car. Another one then raised a piece of rock from the ground and tossed it in her direction. It hit the car hard and Betsy felt a bit of the rippling effect. She was outnumbered. She quickly touched the side of her head and reached out to lara again.


@Iara dos Santos
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by derp @ Jun 13 2018, 07:55 AM
Salvation rained down not from angels' hands this day, but fairies, the pressure pinning and crushing Ellie beginning to subside as the wall of bodies was dispersed by a gorgeous, young woman making short work of the imbroglio. Breathing was so underrated, taken for granted even. How nice it felt to inhale her first full breath. But nicer than that, this magical savior and her wings. Ellie briefly considered if her brain had lost more oxygen than earlier estimated.

Delivered to safety by Megan, (how did she smell so good?), Phimister found her own feet beneath her in time as the elfin woman launched in with questions, namely if Ellie belonged to the Professor. "I mean,..." Nega started, her hand lifting to face and pressing where it had scraped blood from the wall, "Not if you got ideas. You live nearby?" The living bomb knew exactly what Gwynn was getting at, but all the same it was a dangerous wager tying yourself to mutants in the company of strangers, in spite of what they looked like themselves. Her kind had gotten abducted on far less evidence than that.

Before the pixie could get past her own name and introductions, brick and cement began to explode around them, small pocks of shot stone spraying them with dust as Megan embraced Ellie once again and they tumbled down together. "Get off," Phimister grunted to the rescuer atop her, she struggling to free herself from the surprisingly strong fairy and stand as a new series of rapid-fire bullets began stalking their prone position. Making her way to knees and moving to shove Megan backwards, an amplifying shriek assaulted the proximate crowd's ears as a crackling sphere of energy manifested around the teen.

Lifting to her feet, she stepped in front of the bullet parade, shielding Megan in the process. "They're high, on a building maybe..... THERE!" Ellie shouted toward Gwynn above the roaring chaos of the crowd, peering in the direction of the bullets' reverse trajectory, her finger outstretched identifying the gunmans' approximate position.

Head swiveling over shoulder to face Megan, Ellie winced instinctively as another shower of bullets attempted to penetrate her shields, "Fly behind me, not too close." Crouching her tiny frame into a clenched position to gather her glow, atomic entropy began to wrap and whinge around her before she launched high, the thrust directing her to a specific rooftop across the street.

In seconds a mild explosion rocked the rooftop, enveloping and incinerating three gunmen perched there. It was not a particularly powerful blow, not quite enough to render her unconscious, but plenty enough to send them flying into the air as flaming, human rockets. Plus, there was no need to go destroying property when she didn't have to. For long seconds she laid there on her back, recollecting herself, refocusing as she had been practicing with Piotr.

Smoldering in singed clothes as she gingerly stood, Ellie ambled to her feet and made way to building's ledge, a finger pointing toward Betsy Braddock who appeared in need of assistance. What a coincidence that both ladies in Ellie's visual orbit had pink hair, both eccentric, both amazing.


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