nextgen_asgard2:

Asgard. The Golden Realm. The Realm Eternal. One of the nine worlds. Home of the Norse gods. Darkness covered the land and the realm's inhabitants had retired for the evening. Peace and quiet had fallen over a land frequently subjected to strife and violence.

A blinding light shattered the darkness and Kang and his followers materialized from the portal. Kang took a second to survey the scene. The reshaping of worlds started here. Tonight he would have the one who would be a thorn in his side decades from now. Tonight gods would fall and die and the babe would be his. The last weapon to be collected and one that would help him reshape worlds in Kang's image.


"Kill them all," Kang said to his gathered forces collected from various worlds from various points in time.

The ones that had given the so-called-heroes the most problems. The new Mandarin, son of the former, at the height of his power before he made the mistake of getting involved with the Stark girl. Apocalypse plucked from time just before his defeat at the hands of the X-Men, X-Factor and the Avengers. Hyperion the titan of myth plucked from time before his defeat at the hands of heroes. These joined the deviants he grabbed before their defeat and a being named Mongul.

"The babe being born this night is mine," Kang said. The child would serve Kang and be the implement of Kang's will.

broken_time:

The Exiles, an old companion left behind, and a few new guests appear in the desert. Nearby, there's a small kitchenette - no walls, just counters, an oven, and a coffee maker. The smell of blueberry muffins wafts from the oven on the desert wind, along with fresh brewed coffee.

Just past the kitchenette is what appears to be a gradeschool classroom, tiny desks and blackboard included... and not much else, save for a slightly dumpy, balding man, waiting for them to get themselves in some kind of order.

That may take a few moments, as they appear not so much in the desert as twenty feet above it.