Marvel Next Generation Roleplay

We Have Moved

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Thu, 10 Apr 2014 01:18:23 GMT

We are still going! We're just in a new home over on Insane Journal. You can find us here:

http://asylums.insanejournal.com/m_nextgen/

Long Night of Work

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 14 Mar 2014 20:29:08 GMT

It was almost nightfall in Seattle and Bram was in a good mood. It was going to be a nice night for hunting he could already tell. He was feeling good and it was supposed to be a clear night. It was always fun putting the fear of Harker into some vampires.

Still it was early yet for doing any serious hunting so Bram headed over to Greg's bar for some food and drink before he would be heading out.

Battle in the Big Easy

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Mar 2014 02:44:07 GMT

Irina opened a portal inside the Champions' Headquarters and she and the Salem's Seven went through it.

Home again (Jack and the Espionate Elite)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 07 Mar 2014 20:45:14 GMT

It was good to be back in San Francisco. Why had he stayed away so long? No clue, but now his head was clear and he had a plan. He and his new friends would take care of the WCA, and then he could come back home and pick up the life he was meant to live.

Lady Mandarin and Skeleton Crew

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 07 Mar 2014 01:55:16 GMT

The chess pieces were set and it was time to strike.

Lady Mandarin and the Skeleton Crew were sent to the Thunderbolts' headquarters. Lady Mandarin hovered just outside the building. She brought both hands up and unleashed her repulsors. The force hit the wall and it blasted apart.

Happy Birthday, Dolemeck Night! (Open to anyone who knows Dolemeck)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Thu, 06 Mar 2014 18:04:44 GMT

"One thousand, one hundred, and fifty years..." Dolemeck mused to himself as he wheeled about the apartment he shared with Tyler. It was still hard to believe he was that old. He certainly did not feel it, and he feared that if someone put THAT many candles on a cake that it would burn down the apartment complex! Perhaps it was best not to tell anyone it was his Birthday?

He managed to get on his pea coat and put a ski cap on his head. It was brisk in Seattle, today, and he doubted the doctors would want him catching a cold while he was still recovering from that Tryk attack. The last thing he wanted was to be scolded like some child.

Perhaps a quick trip to Greg's bar was in order. A nice warm mug of spiced cider sounded like heaven at the moment. Or he could go to the tea shop that was close to the apartment... where would he go, today? Who should he hang out with? So many possibilities.

"Tyler, I'm headed out!" he shouted back towards his room. "I shall return later!"

With that he wheeled out of the apartment and headed out. The tea shop was a bit crowded this evening, so he decided to pass and just head to Greg's bar for a drink or two. Once inside of the bar, he took off his ski cap and fixed his hair a bit. Smiling, he wheeled himself over to Greg, who was behind the bar as always.

"Good evening, Greg. How are you feeling?"

Hellfire and Brimstone

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Tue, 04 Mar 2014 00:43:23 GMT

Less than twenty-four hours had passed since Rachel had been abducted by Lady Mastermind of the Hellfire Club (as opposed to Lady Mastermind of the X-Tremists or any of the other dozen or so Lady Masterminds out there. Wyngarde had a lot of kids). The illusion currently running in her mind was deep-set and powerful, though not as powerful as the Phoenix shard she still carried within her. Given enough time, it would probably shatter.

But in the end, it didn't much matter. An omega-level telepath and telekinetic backed by a cosmic force could do fantastic damage in a short amount of time. Even if she broke free eventually, a lot of damage would likely be done by the time she snapped out of it.

Cloaked in cosmic flame, the body of Rachel Summers landed on the lawn of the X-Mansion. To her mind, she was landing in front of one of Sinister's bases, ready to face the legion of Marauders or Nasty Boys that dwellt within, before she ended his miserable life.

She brought up a hand, utterly dismantling the foyer with a single gesture. "Come on then!" she shouted. "See how you like fighting someone who fights back!"

Twisted Homecoming (for BH6)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Mon, 03 Mar 2014 00:24:30 GMT

Amiko, well wrapped in a flight suit, waited patiently as her brother carried her to the landing point near the Yashida compound.

They'd been paired together for a little while, handling various ... errands. It was good to work with him. Even if they were seeing a lot clearer now, as if a lot of clutter had been removed from their minds, they were still family.

Which led her thoughts to the ostensible mission here: to go after the sword Amiko had previously claimed 'on behalf of the sane side of the Clan.' And apparently, she'd been Confused at the time as to which side that was. Their obvious mission was to rectify that.

But so far, they were not being obvious. They were good at that.

"They'll know we're coming," Amiko reminds him. "They're not so lost and stumbling they won't have been able to find out a few things, and suspect what we obviously want. Just not direction or precise timing. And please keep Hajime off of me, Misha. I'm not concerned about the others. They'll hesitate, for old time's sake." Old times were hazy and vague in her head, but not so much so that she couldn't exploit them.

Open to X-Men

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Sun, 02 Mar 2014 13:41:21 GMT

Gabriel is almost always found inside when it's severely cold outside. Today was one of those days where he could not be bothered to venture out into the cold, even to stretch his wings. It's not that it really bothered him all that much. The real reason was that Gabriel liked to use the cold weather as an excuse to be lazy. Because you know what? It really was the perfect excuse to stay inside and be lazy.

He could be found watching television in the common room on the first floor. He owned every season of the Game of Thrones, and was continuing his marathon of it. Right now he was watching Ned Stark getting beheaded. Poor little Arya.

You need to maintain your wardrobe if you're going to dress to impress... (Frances)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Feb 2014 13:46:59 GMT

Martin might've not really understood why people where so against teleporting in, but at least he was learning to respect it. Which is why the young mage appeared at the door of the West Coast Avengers HQ instead of right in their living room. He'd even sent those blue magic lights as messengers ahead of him. Okay, those things weren't patient, they were nagging little things really, but they counted as giving a heads up! And much easier than dealing with knocking. It got people to the door much better anyway.

Plus, not like this was too out of the blue. Annoying squeaking lights should've gotten the message across. There needed to be dapper suit shopping! He couldn't do it on his own. In fact, he'd even dressed up a little more, with a blazer and pocket square to go with his usual vest, hat and gloves ensemble.

While he waited for the slow people on the other side of the door, Martin occupied his time by examining the door itself, tapping it with his hat and looking to see what sort of magical protection, if any, the building had.

Mardi Gras! (Post Tryk Plot)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 28 Feb 2014 01:25:05 GMT

It had been over a month since the Tryk's had invaded Seattle, and since Dolemeck found himself badly injured. He also found himself remorseful for his own actions in regards to friendships and team mates. He apologized to Tyler for what he felt was an abuse in their friendship. He had used him more like a crutch, instead of treating him like a true friend. His naivete and annoying actions were all an act. All because he was scared to be himself, or be rejected by the world.

It was such a hard lesson to learn, but a valuable. He and Tyler were on good terms, but Dolemeck opted to give his friend some much needed space and breathing room. He continued to pay for the apartment they shared, but took time to stay in New Orleans for a bit. He also wanted to give Argo a proper apology as well, as he felt he never treated his friend right.

He booked his regular hotel room at one of the more expensive hotels in the Quarter, and waited for Argo to knock on the door. He had a cup of tea in one hand, and a book in the other. He was reading up on what Mardi Gras was, trying to inform himself on the local custom and where to go during the time the event was in town.

Maybe you should wear clothes to breakfast...

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Feb 2014 02:48:21 GMT

Waking up in the morning was never his favourite thing, but why oh why did Cait have to have what must be the most comfortable bed. It just made getting out of bed even more needlessly difficult. How did she ever wake up with a bed like this?

Vlad was about to just give up, curl back into the covers to cuddle the pretty girl and doze off again, when he remembered he'd intended to give her a heads up on the birthday present early. Only about a third awake, he managed (through mostly-closed eyes and much yawning) to make it to the door, with boxers on. This was after a light kiss, "Be right back." (she was probably asleep though, he figured), and a very close call on just heading to his room wearing nothing. Luckily he'd remembered to at least put on something at last minute, so it'd taken two sleepy trips to the door to get something that simple right.

But he'd managed it mostly, and left the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, to head to the boys wing, not looking where he was going or registering who was around at all. Just autopilot.

Let's Drink

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Tue, 18 Feb 2014 01:07:52 GMT

Casey had given himself the night of from work. Sometimes it was good to be the boss. So he was sitting at the bar having a few drinks and had invited Quinn to come out as well. He had spent the morning playing with Sean which had been a lot of fun. But he was passed out a sleep now with the babysitter for the night. He had a half pint of beer in sitting in front of him right now that he was working on and would probably finish soon.

Rasputin sibling lunch

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Wed, 12 Feb 2014 04:37:47 GMT

Things could get chaotic here at Xavier's and it was sometimes hard to catch people at a good time to hang out or catch up. Fair enough, but Vlad owed his sister a lunch out, little break from the mansion and some Rasputin sibling fun. So, actually dressed and ready to go, Vlad went looking for his favourite tiny sister.

Meme: Black Sheep (Michael and Frances)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Mon, 03 Feb 2014 03:44:29 GMT

Two longnecks appeared on the bar and Frances grinned, handing over enough cash to cover and snagging before someone stole her drinks. Like a salmon fighting a stream full of other sweaty salmon, she cut her way free of the crowd to find her drinking partner for the night. "Two milk stouts: none of the hops, a slightly chocolate milky taste."

Song Meme: Svalin and Kael: End Of Days

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Tue, 28 Jan 2014 02:29:07 GMT

Kael sat in the library, a pile of different books laying across the table as he went from one to the another, writing a detail or two on some paper he had nearby.

Meme: Mike and Sarita: Past Regrets

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Tue, 28 Jan 2014 02:07:19 GMT

Sarita had gone to the kitchen to blend herself some coffee in the style of what she was used to back home. As she did so she found herself zoning out as the coffee just sat there boiling.

Coming of Age (Backdated to Dec 2) [Open to Genoshans and X-Men]

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Sun, 26 Jan 2014 23:58:38 GMT

For most people's birthdays, they're content to let the cake and the rest of the food be made by someone else. Not Angelo. He'd been burning the candle at both ends, to have the Consulate able to host anyone who deemed fit to show up. A triple-tiered cake stand of chocolate, vanilla, and red velvet sat at the center of a host of other pastries, accompanied by sandwiches and other light fare. It wasn't every day you turned eighteen, after all.

Dating Talk

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Wed, 22 Jan 2014 01:56:00 GMT

This was their second and what he assumed was going to become a running routine for the pair. It was a different diner, but once more Fred and Lexie were "bird-watching".

"You've barely touched your coffee," he observed.

Happy Birthday! (Jan 15th)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 12:37:44 GMT

Tim would never let Sammy's birthday go by without celebrating it no matter where he was or what he was doing. He sent a text to her phone with coordinates and a time to meet.

Before she got there he'd have everything all set up. Two small tents, Tim would never assume anything, one with an air mattress in it for her. He knew Sammy wouldn't like sleeping on the ground. A nice sized camp fire was burning, coffee was made and there was a pot of chili bubbling in a cast iron pot. Tim also packed ingredients necessary for S'mores.

Now all that was needed was the birthday girl.

Invasion of Seattle

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Thu, 16 Jan 2014 01:49:49 GMT

Ophelia had planned this thoroughly ever since her surviving children had told her of what had befallen the others in the city. She could see that with this group of supernatural hunters, as well as the arrival of the vampire lord, Theodoric, that Seattle was about to become an important fixture in underworld politics. Whoever held it would be in a position of tremendous power. Though perhaps more importantly, the men her servants had described could potentially create a brood of daughters the likes of which neither vampire or human could stand against. Yes..this was far too tempting an opportunity to pass up.

It started early into the night, and happened almost as soon as it had begun. Ophelia had a small of followers infiltrate Seattle bit by bit until they were indistinguishable from the mortal population. At the exact moment, several known vampire lairs were suddenly attacked by disguised tryks. The smaller populations were slaughtered instantly in the initial surprise while the larger ones were decimated and trying to hold back the attackers in the boughs of their lairs with superior firepower.

In the news it looked almost as if some kind of gang warfare was going on. A nightclub, an office building, and a motel. Police had the areas cordoned off, though all attempts for them to enter the buildings had resulted in bloody deaths.

Rallies, Riots, and Mutants

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Fri, 10 Jan 2014 02:37:21 GMT

Though the subject matter of the rally on the local college campus greatly concerned and even directly affected Toni, she wasn't paying much attention to the words being spoken. Instead, she was watching both the crowd and the others gathering occasionally around the edges of it.

Despite having been around for several decades now, the issue of mutant rights continued to be a tricky and volatile one. While there were a great number of second generation super-heroes, many of whom had inherited the abilities of their parents, not all of them owed their abilities specifically to an X-Gene as she did. So it made her somewhat sensitive to the issue when it came up, especially since she was publicaly known to be one. But while she was well know as Anya Stark's best friend and as an Avenger, she was not quite so distinct that, out of costume, she couldn't slip easily into a crowd.

Call her crazy, but she was certain something in this thing was going to turn ugly.

Open Mic Night (open)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Tue, 07 Jan 2014 02:59:28 GMT

Dante was enjoying winter break along with his parents being out of town. When they were home he had a curfew and didn't get go to out much. When they were away, well his curfew disappeared and he was able to go out quite a bit more. His older sister Rachel was quite a bit more lenient than their parents.

Tonight was open mic night in a club and it was all ages. He had his guitar with him and was scheduled to go on in about an hour.

A Little Too Quiet (for Martin)

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Mon, 06 Jan 2014 04:28:04 GMT

Mimes were swarming outside Harrod's. Well, that was odd, but people could get hurt. Satin pulled out the swords and sliced the pavement in front of one, then testing the Blades of Zz'ria on him with a tentative prick towards the shoulder. Nope. An innocent. ... An innocent part of a silent mob that was knocking people over trying to get inside the store.

New York, New York

nextgenmod@gmail.com — Mon, 06 Jan 2014 04:19:32 GMT

Quinn loved New York City. It was as much his home as England and Braddock Manor was. Well the Braddock Manor in his home world. He had been to the one here only once. Brian was still rather cool toward him, so Quinn stayed away. It was better that way.

Currently he was sitting in a pub a few blocks away from the Sanctum Sanctorum enjoying a pint of beer.