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| Topic Started: Dec 25 2014, 09:25 PM (332 Views) | |
| Cyclops | Dec 25 2014, 09:25 PM Post #1 |
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Punches from the Punch Dimension
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December 25th Midmorning When Scott Summers was a very little boy, before Alex was born, Christmas was all for him. His father always tried to be home for Christmas, his mother doted on him, and there was food and family and lots of presents. Even when Alex came along, and presents had to be shared, it was still wonderful and merry and always spent in Alaska because Kathy and Chris believed there was no Christmas like a White Christmas. But then, it was coming home from one of those Christmases when Scott was almost ten and Alex was barely four, that their world had changed and they had been orphaned, injured and lost. The next Christmas Scott had spent in a coma, never knowing that his doctor, the man who called himself Sinister, toasted himself over the unconscious form of the helpless mutant child and marveled at his own brilliance. Then, every Christmas after that, for years, was spent in a State Home, with charity presents, watching as other boys were taken for the holidays by well meaning families, none of whom wanted to so much as foster an awkward boy with a medical history as long as their arm, much less adopt him. He had run away from the home, before Christmas, his mutation coming shortly after, his association with Jack, and then the holiday was spent abused and beaten, forced to become a thief, believing himself a monster, believing his life was over. Until Xavier found him, and gave him a home, a purpose, self worth, introduced him to the other boy who would be his best friend and to the girl he would marry. Christmas at the school was always filled with food and laughter, presents and love, and these desperate and lonely misfits, who had no one else, had found themselves a home, a family. Every year since, as the school grew and their student body flooded in, Scott had made a point of making their Christmas everything that his had not been. He was not normally a festive man, did not enjoy parties and the like, but Christmas was important to him, because he remembered those early ones, and he believed, truly believed, that every child deserved to feel loved at Christmas. So, like every year, there was an 18 foot tall tree in the front hall, presents for every student, and food throughout the day, and Scott spent his time with his wife, his brother, his nephew, and he remembered, like always, just how very fortunate he had been. |
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| Havok | Dec 26 2014, 09:21 AM Post #2 |
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Superheated Plasma Blasts
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"What on earth is that on your face, Scott?" came a cheerful voice, as familiar to Scott as his own. "Why I do believe that is... a smile?" A warm fist pressed up to Scott's head, "Who are you and what have you done to my brother?" "Hilarious," Scott said, casually smacking Alex's hand away, "I thought you wanted me to smile more often." Alex folded his arms across his chest and said, "Maybe, let me see. Give me a big old smile." Scott rolled his eyes, but obliged with a toothy grin. "Oh no no no," Alex said, pretending to recoil, "don't ever do that again, it's scary." "Shut up," Scott grumped. Alex laughed and couldn't help but throw his arms around his big brother in that way that Scott allowed very few to attempt. The younger brother was much more demonstrative and outwardly affectionate than his brother, more emotional as a whole, and though that had gotten him in trouble more than once, though the two men had not always seen eye to eye, though they had nearly killed each other more than once, Alex knew that he would forever be the little brother tagging along after his big brother. He had idolized him as a four year old, and that had not changed as a thirty one year old. Last Christmas, Scott had not been himself, so recently risen from his death and from the misery of realization of what he had been made into. Less than a month later, he'd left, on a journey to find himself, in a way that, had it failed, he would never return from. "God, it's good to see you, Scotty," Alex said, "Not just see you, you know, but see you... being you. Teasing notwithstanding, you look good, you really do." Scott patted his little brother on the back, a little embarrassed by the display of emotion, but unsurprised by it. "Thanks for being here, Alex," Scott said, "Not just today, but always. I know things haven't always been smooth between us, and I could probably stand to be a better brother--" "You're the best brother," Alex said, shaking his head, "you think I would have followed you into superheroing if you weren't. I'm the man I am because you, and Jean, and hell, even Worthington, believed that I could be better than I was. We've been through loss and death and hatred and fear and pain but we've come out the other side. We're Summerses, Big Bro, and no one nor no thing can keep us down." "No one nor no thing," Scott nodded, but, because he was still Scott even after everything and he was embarrassed to be made a fuss of, he immediately changed the subject, "Speaking of Summerses, though, where's the youngest of our clan?" It was not a surprise to Alex that his brother wanted the subject changed. That was Scott, after all. "The Moloid kids took Nate to wrap his present to me. They all pitched in for some kind of something. It's very sweet." "You're a good father, Alex, a good man," Scott said, "I'm so proud of the man you've become." Alex bowed his head, "Thank you, Scott, it means the world to me." |
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| Kitty Pryde | Dec 27 2014, 01:21 AM Post #3 |
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The holidays were always a festive time at the mansion, Lost children from all over the world, Staff members who some grew up in a much harsher environment who never benefited from an institution like the Xavier School all came together to make the holiday season as happy and enjoyable as possible for everyone. Kitty Pryde was never that unfortunate, She had a family that loved and accepted her and her mutation and besides a tough time adjusting when her mutation first manifested she was quickly brought to the Mansion by Charles Xavier himself. But for the others who never had the fortune of Kitty having the holidays celebrated in such a grand fashion was a big deal and it could almost always be guaranteed someone in the mansion was celebrating their first real Christmas. So as Kitty walked into the hall where the customary tree was she saw the Summers brothers talking and decided to interrupt. “Aww” The voice of Kitty Pryde filled the room while the Summers brothers shared a Kodiak moment together. Scott smiling, Alex joking exchanging compliments all seemed very right in the world of the X-Men for once. Things in this world of super humans and evil villains could change at the drop of a hat and even a holiday could be ruined in an instance as proved a few years ago by Namor and Emma Frost which reigned in New Years with the coming out party of the Illuminati. So when things were actually quite it was truly something to be grateful for. “I try to tell the newer students all the time that Mister Summers isn't a cold calculating robot who loves math and graphs. Most of the time they never believe me.” Kitty said speaking to Alex. “Like that time he called me Kitten, Remember when you called me Kitten?” Kitty continued switching her focus over to the X-Men leader. “Or all those times you let me play with your spaceship... Well you only let me play with it after I broke into the hanger a bunch of times without authorization. But you never punished me for that.” While the leader of the X-Men was never exactly known as being the friendliest and most open member of the staff every once in a while if you were lucky you got to seen an inside glimpse of the big and kind heart he really had underneath the sometimes gruff exterior and all business like Cyclops demeanor. |
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| Wolfsbane | Dec 27 2014, 04:57 AM Post #4 |
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Wolf Form
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These past few weeks had been tough, to say the least. Not only had Rahne Russell had to work hard to learn a whole new set of powers, powers wholly different from her own in practically every way, but there were other effects to this change in power as well. She felt physically weak at all times. Before, even in human form, she had some traits of her lupine self. She was strong, she was fast, she could hear better than other people, smell things more clearly, the whole thing. So now, she felt like she was frail, weak. Everything she lifted felt heavier than it should, every step just a little bit more tiring. It was frustrating. She had been long accustomed to the physical capability she was normally bestowed with, and now, now that at best she had standard, average human physique, she felt... awful. Even though she was in excellent physical shape, and could still give most people a solid run for their money, she still felt like a weakling. But that wasn't even the worst of it, really. The worst of it was that she had normal, human emotional states. For a long time, for almost all of her life, she had felt things in much the same way a canine did. Her highs were high, her lows were low, and there was very little room for inbetween. Now she felt... numbed to a degree. It was hard to explain. But without the wolf, without her true self - she felt like she wasn't really herself. Not at the moment, at least. Still, no sense being all morose about it. At least not all the time. Today was Christmas, after all, and first Christmas with a baby at that. After a small little Christmas gift-sharing back at home, the Russell family made their way over to the main school with the rest of the Institute's residents. "Oh, psh, Scott smiles plenty enough," Rahne said as she made it in with baby Greg in her arms, the little baby werewolf preoccupied with a brand new stuffed bear, brightly colored and equipped with various nice things - a foot that makes crinkly sounds, a hand that has a rattle, and buttons on the torso that make soft glowing lights and music. "He smiles when it counts, that's how ye know they're truly special," Rahne offered a smile of her own, though one that was a bit lesser than her usual, wide-mouthed grins. "Merry Christmas, Scott, Kitty, Alex. Always good t' see the family gathered up f'r the holidays." |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Jean | Dec 28 2014, 04:23 AM Post #5 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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There was silence, not in Jean’s ears, which rang with Holiday cheer and Christmas carols and the sounds of people having fun, but still, two weeks after the arrival of Joel Murphy, their powers were still switched and Jean’s mind was silent as a tomb but it ached; the voices she’d had for years traded for a dull pressure behind her eyes. It had taken over a week to learn but eventually, she learned to do what Scott never could, turn off the red beams of her eyes; though she still wore the red glasses, her control wasn’t absolute and when it came to a power that could so easily kill, you didn’t take chances. “Who wants cookies?” Jean announced in a singsong voice, coming from the kitchen with a loaded plate. “Fresh from the oven. Not fixed by me,” she admitted, setting the cookieplate on a nearby table for everyone to nibble. “But I scooped them off the pan and onto the plate, so I count that as part of the heavy-lifting,” she chattered to everyone and no one. Taking up one of the sugar cookies, she gave Rahne a quick inquiring look to see if it was okay then waved the cookie in front of baby Greg’s nose. “More yummy than a stuffed bear,” she coaxed, letting the baby grip the cookie and stuff it into his mouth. “And that’s a sentence you don’t hear every day.” “Beautiful tree, dear,” she said though it looked all red, with glowing red lights, to her; she took it on faith it was spectacular. “Merry Christmas,” she greeted Alex, leaning forward to brush his cheek with her lips. |
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| Beast | Dec 29 2014, 01:11 AM Post #6 |
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Hank had been excited to go home despite claims that you could never go there again. But it hadn't been in the stars, his holiday homecoming. A mixup, or rather mishap, with a new student had lead to quite the comedy of errors for the mansion of merry mutants, and his small family reunion with his aging parents had been waylaid in the interest of trying to find some sort of workaround for the minor inconvenience that had nestled in over The Institute for the yuletide season. Oh, and that mishap had messed with him, as well. Powers swapped around with those of one of his nursing staff, Ev Zeni, the formerly fuzzy beast was now one of the greenest thumbs at the school, a switch to say the least. That said, there were certainly far worse places to spend the Christmas Season. The darkened lairs of En Sabah Nur, the void between realities, Skrullos... all horrible, danger-wrought places Hank decided a long time ago that he'd prefer never to ever visit ever again ever. So the school, surrounded by friend and family alike, not to mention the holiday cheer spread by a hundred different cultures mingling around a very popularly holy time of year, was welcome all the same, power-newbies set aside. There were a few instances of swapped individuals who were having a bit of trouble in controlling newfound abilities, and he could sympathize even if he didn't have an exact idea. Like the sudden growth of a new muscle system, a new organ, some new limb, some were quick to adapt, others were not. Laser vision now hosted in the mind of a previously gifted wind-controller had ensured that a new dry erase board was on the budget docket for his classroom, and he wouldn't even begin to talk about the ringer training facilities had been run through with the people new to superhuman strength using them. And with Briar's powers, well, his houseplants were doing pretty well. A little too well to be perfectly frank. That said, classes were off for winter break anyhow, and so things were at a reasonable dull roar around the school. Last night, Hank had, as per tradition (one he assigned even at the possible ire of others) had read Clement C. Moore's famous poem for anyone who wanted to listen before curfew for those still at the School (a number he always found a bit of sadness; those who were too afraid or flat-out unable to go home to a loving family for the holidays was an all too common notion, even in the here and now). "Merry Christmas!" He'd said only about a hundred times now. That morning he'd visited the doors of all the students still at the school to deliver a stocking or two on the doors, precursors to further treasures placed under the tree downstairs. In the hours following breakfast he'd stalked around the kitchen, trying to sneak bits and bobs of the in-progress holidary feast being prepared for everyone still present. He'd been thrown out three times before finally giving up. The Juxtaposition of a glasses-wearing Jean and a glasses-free Scott jarred him almost every time, even if his double-taking had stopped after the second or third time. "Rahne's so wrong. Scott smiling is usually precursor to swift kicks in the pants, usually metaphorically and usually involving a game of billiards, as I'm sure anyone who's tried to beat him at pool can attest to. I have a PhD in two forms of higher mathematics and I've only beaten him once." In one great blue hand he held a big cup of egg nog, and on the fingertips of the other was a large tray of cut cheese, summer sausage, and fancy crackers with a big dish of hummus in the middle. He set it down as near as was convenient. Over his sweat pants, which looked a bit ill-fitting for his posture, in that they seemed larger than they should have, he wore an almost intentionally terrible Christmas Sweater, button up and undone halfway down his chest. It was warm, but he didn't mind. "Merry Christmas again." He said, addressing everyone. One hundred and one. "It's nice to have an entire year of nothing blowing up and nobody dying." He said, catching eye of Jean's shades again. "...mostly quiet anyhow. I slept great last night despite the promise of tiny wrapped boxes in the morning." He gave a look to the wee nibbler and offered a smile. "Ah, First Christmases. I feel so old." His tone was jovially matter-of-fact. |
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| Pyrrhic | Dec 31 2014, 07:30 AM Post #7 |
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Now was the time of the year when Ros found himself in an awkward spot. For most of his life he had celebrated Christmas, putting up a tree and stockings. There were late night services at church where they held candles while singing Silent Night. It always made the night feel so special, a feeling that Ros carried as they loaded up into the van. The next morning as he opened his two or three small presents he still felt that small thrill from the singing the night before. For the last few years of his life Ros had celebrated Hanukkah with his parents. The rich traditions of the holiday filled him, giving a strength that he could feel in his bones. In his bedroom there was still a small Christmas tree, one that Blue tried to perch on once and had shown no interest in doing so after it fell over on him. Marrying the religious aspects of the two holidays was challenging, but Ros tried his best. The brilliant lights on the tree and eight softly glowing candles on the menorah blended together well enough that Ros could get through the season with minimal spirituality confusion. He had spent some time with his parents for their holiday. There was good food, good books, Lights on the Lake, and of course lots of love. Ros had been a bit on the anxious side to head back to Syracuse, but from what his parents had been saying to him in their previous phone conversations there was less backlash from his trial than he had thought. It had been one of those times when Ros had fretted too much over something that turned out to be a non issue. Nobody was picketing parent's house, there was no graffiti threatening his dad on the store's front. Well, there was graffiti, but it was the usual sort that were on any building side and did not frighten his parents at all. Now Ros had returned to the school for Christmas. Some of his friends at the school weren't as fortunate and would be at the school for the holidays. He had gifts to give them and did not want his friends to feel as though they had been forgotten. One thing he could not get over at the institute was the Christmas tree. For it's height alone it was impressive. Where did you even get a tree that massive? At most Ros had seen six foot, maybe six and a half if you did not mind that extra six inches being very thin on the branches. If you did get a tree past that height it was going to be a plastic one, and the kind of plastic that were obviously not real. Live trees also had that classic smell to them, one that said that it was Christmas time just as much as the smell of sugar cookies. There wasn't anything for him to be doing by the tree at the time. Nobody was unwrapping presents, and Ros did not need to drop off any presents for his friends. All he wanted was to enjoy the sight of the tree for a little bit longer. Several of the staff members were in the room, and Ros nodded his head politely at a few of them. Some of the people at the school had had their powers swapped, including Mr. Summers. The problems that such a swap caused for training meant that classes needed shuffling around as well There was a little bit of guilt on Ros's part because he did want for a brief moment, to have his powers switched with someone. It would be nice to not be the one getting crushed in his training sessions with Hisako. It was hard to picture anyone being too upset with him wanting to be the one getting ice cream instead of the ice pack. Ros inhaled deeply, enjoying the pine smell of the tree. With something so massive you could smell the sap without much effort, but taking such a large whiff of it filled Ros's body with the fresh and crisp smell. Riding on the pine smell was just the smallest hint of vanilla. Ros glanced back at the teachers, seeing a couple with plates. No wonder people talked about putting on extra pounds during the holiday season. Everything smelled so tasty and nice warm food helped to keep the winter's chill at bay. "Are those frosted?" Ros asked, attention on the plate with the cookies. His eyes weren't tired tonight, and without his glasses the exact details of the cookies were hard to make out at this distance. |
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