X-Men: Revolution

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

"How Orwell would writhe in his grave if he knew what his unheeded warning had started."-Fanfiction Author Aged Parent Peggotty Bark in 2034:The Unheeded Warning.

"Oh brave new world that has such people in it!"-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World.

Welcome to the future, the year is roughly 2010, a little too close for comfort, huh? But I better start at the beginning.

This rp takes place in the X-Men: Evolution universe, and is based off of my fanfiction by the same title, but the rp will barely influence the fanfiction.

A year after the Apockalypse incident, war between humans and mutants broke out when Magneto made an attempt on the President's life. With the unity of the majority of the countries on the planet, the Mutant War wasn't expected to last long, and mutant registration was enforced with militaristic integrety.

The X-Men had attempted to fight against Magneto's forces, but they suffered a blow with Xavier's death, which split and divided the team. Some even joined Magneto's side, but most of them went into hiding.

The real shock came when the war was over and Magneto had won, Magneto never officialy took power as the leader of the newly formed Mutant Nation, instead the position was delegated to his daughter, Rogue.

In the meantime, a revolution has begun made up of a secret organization called the GNSP or Global Neo Socialist Party, led by the enigmatic Ruin, and also including the Brotherhood and several X-Men, they wage a war against the Mutant Nation

In secret though, there is a prophescy. A prophescy that Rogue will give birth to twins, a boy and a girl, who will shape the world as we know it.

The girl will lead the revolution on to success.

And the boy will rise in Magneto's place.

Are you ready?

The Mutant Nation itself is made up of a hierarchial caste system that is as follows:

Below Rogue is the High Council, advisors and department heads that control the various governmental functions. Only extremely powerful mutants are permitted to be on this council.

The Mutant High Class, or MHC, is the group that carries out the orders of the council, slightly larger, they control the work force. Mutants at this level are usualy born leaders, and have powers that exceed the lower classes.

The Mutant Middle Class, or MMC, is the working class that does the individual jobs of the government. Mutants of this group are usualy have usefull, but not always that powerful of abilities.

The Mutant Low Class, or MLC, is the lowest class, not working in governmental jobs at all, they are the lowest of the low, they are also the largest class. Mutants of this level usualy just have physical mutations or less than powerful abilities that cannot be used anywhere.

Once you join, unless you are a member of the resistance automaticaly, you will be seperated into one of the 4 classes based on powers, and you will also be delegated a job based on that too.

In addition, the Acolytes have become a Secret Police force, if anyone wants a position in that, send me a message.

And if you want to join, use this profile:

Name:
Codename:
Age:
Mutation:
Personality:
History:
Apperance:

Note that carachters from any versions of X-Men are allowed as well as your own, and you can have up to 3.

At the moment, I have two carachters, and I will have one more later:

Name: Jessica "Jess" Roland
Codename: Ruin
Age: 18
Mutation: Manipulation of light and darkness (chaos powers as she calls it).
Personality: Dark and distant most of the time, but is friendly towards those she likes.
History: Jess was born in Caldecott Mississippi, and knew Rogue up until she moved to Columbia Missouri when she was nine. At the age of 12, she was asked to speak at a meeting on allowing mutants to remain in her school, but it was mostly a moot point, a year later the war had started. When she was 14, her and her family was dragged off to one of the Concentration Camps, she was the only survivor because her mutation was forced into activation. Now, she runs the revolution in secret, and is trying to gather together what X-Men she can. She also believes in the prophescy, and feels that the time is drawing near.
Apperance: Jess has long, almost pure white hair that is always tied into a braid (from her mutation), with piercing blue eyes. She always wears a long black trench coat with black pants and a tank-top, not the most unnoticable of uniforms, but it gets the job done.

[Irae K Strife]

Name: Korien "Black Sabbath" Kalandel

Codename: Void Omen

Age: Disclosed, appears to be in his early thirties

Mutations: Astral symbols[Refers to them as "Marks of Fate", also tattoos], enhanced speed, 'dominion' telepathy, shadowmelding.

Personality: Dark, uncaring, generally 'evil'.

History: Born as a lower class mutant, Korien's abilities and would-be birthmarks were discarded as unnecessary and useless. Upon reaching the age of thirteen, having been the tormented child at school, his powers' true nature unraveled and caused a massacre that left few alive, and fewer injured. The 'tattoos' on his arms and chest are the Japanese symbols for Hate, Pain, Death, Love, and Destiny. Upon reaching his high-teens and early twenties, he had been marked out as a serial killer and a wanted personnel- as well as his status as a MLC removed, and given higher classification.

Appearance: Short black hair with long bangs, blood red colored pants, and a black sleeveless shirt. Medium-heavy build. Black eyes with red irises. Has four tattoos on his arms, two on each side, and one on his chest.

^^ I am going to have fun with this character... heh heh..

[Jason-Kun]

Name: Julumia
Codename: Juler
Age: 14
Mutation:Julumia has very weak mutations. His mutations can only be used in very....hot climates. In other words he can create dark black fire that'll burn anything th at isn't sand. Of course that makes his mutations dangerous and that is why he tends to liv ealone.
Personality: Julumia is a smart yet overly slow guy. He will tend to avoid others at all cost unless they are a friend. He tends to sleep during the day and practice using his mutations at night, when there is noone around.
History: Julumia grew up al by himself. His parents had abanded him in the desrt shortly after his second birthday. At the age of four, he accidentally set his home on fire using his newfound powers of fire. Eventually when he was six, a monk came by and told him of his mutant powers. At age eight, he began to practice his powers during the night time. At age ten, he moved closer to the city but still stayed in the desert. At age twelve, he moved to Canada and began a peaceful life. Recently, he moved to Columbia, Missouri.
Apperance: Julumia has short black haie with green eyes. He wears blue jeans and a silver hoody that covers up his yellow shirt. His left shoulder has a red cross from when he accidentally melted his cross necklace into it during training.

[MorriganFearn]

((Heh. Coming in here, even though I'm not particularly certain of this 'verse. But hey, 'tis X-Men. Since this originated from the Evo universe I'll keep to cannon -- but throw in my own 616 (the name for the original cannon X-Universe) twist. Hope it's not too outtaline/weird for the 'verse))

Name: Pietro Maximoff

Codename: Quicksilver

Age: ((gosh, I dunno, at the end of the show he was probably 17-18 so...)) 25

Mutation: Super speed in every aspect of life, from learning to physical running. His body is also naturally strong enough to survive the stresses that he puts on it while running, and considering that he has run at mach two before this means that he's stronger, and his skin is much tougher than the average human, and even many other mutants.

Personality: Well, it was arrogant and cocky beyond all redemption. He's never been good at sharing his better side with people, and usually let anger and jealousy cloud his judgment. However a war will do things to a man, and he has become much, much more secretive. When he has to speak to people outside a professional capacity he is rude, arrogant and insulting. Most people say that he is a good survivor, as he managed to escape a brutal war without a single scar thanks to his mutation. For some reason he doesn't think this is a complement.

History: Well, it's well known that he survived the war without a single scar, unlike most of his generation, especially the Brotherhood. Although he gained a very high place in the new order ((I'm assuming)) he wasn't ever really good company unless he could be occupied with something, anything. So he worked for the secret police.

But, something happened. Not surprising, considering Pietro's general devil-may-care nothing-could-ever-happen-to-me attitude, which had grown worse after he learned that he could kill people, and expect no retribution that he couldn't handle. Now, whether it was love or not is up for open debate, but to use a little euphemistic phrasing: he got involved with someone he didn't know much about, a little mistake happened, and he's got a five year old daughter who is about as close to homo superior as the average doorknob.

And the mother ran off and left him holding the baby. Now Pietro has landed himself in a massive kettle of fish, and is trying to find a way to keep little Luna safe, and his job at the same time. Although the second one isn't a priority the way it once was, and 'Tro isn't certain why. He's honestly unsure of why he hasn't sold her out to his father, and let Magneto take care of it -- but that might be misplaced guilt and knowledge about what Magneto does to children that are placed in his care.

Appearance: He's tall and heavily muscled, with white hair, and blue eyes. Basically he looks like a younger version of his father. Usually he combs back his hair, and cuts it when it gets too long. This method has left the formerly gelled strands rather chopped and scruffy. He has abandoned the "whole costume nonsense" for civilian-esque clothing, a blue t-shirt and jeans with a tight leather jacket.

~ ~ ~

Name: Luna Maximoff

Codename: She's a five year old human, she ain't got one

Age: 5

Mutation: none

Personality: She's quiet much of the time, and has spent most of her life moving from house to house. She doesn't understand the reason why she only sees her father occasionally, unlike other children she sees, and has a paranoid fear of doctors, encouraged by her father. However, despite growing up in a culture of secrecy and uncertainty, she always has a smile ready for her daddy.

History: Luna doesn't remember her mother, as "Crystal" left when she was incredibly young. Her first doctor's appointment for flus shots and gene tests is the only real memory of her mother. It ended with Crystal vengefully throwing the results in Pietro's face and walking out the door. She hasn't been back to a doctor since, as she tested negative for an X-Gene, and Pietro isn't keen on anyone getting any more medical records on her.

The life that she lives with her father is not an easy one. She moves homes about three times a year on average. Often Daddy will leave her in the care of new neighbors for months at a time, only returning to force her to move again. She doesn't understand it, but goes along simply because it's her dad who is telling her what to do.

Appearance: Luna is of average height for her age, with blond hair, and her father's blue eyes. She generally looks very serious, but will break into smiles if given enough prompting. She wears second hand dresses most of the time, and keeps her hair in pigtails if she can.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

Welcome, welcome, I think that's enough, if anyone wants to start, go ahead, we'll still be acepting carachters.

[Pascal]

((I used to love X-Men! *sighs* can my character match up to the mutant greats of old?))

Name: Ansel Cholmondeley [pronounced Chumley]
Codename: Artery
Age: 17
Mutation: Ansel's mutation is a very strange one, and is quite disturbing. He is graced with the ability of hemokinesis, which simply the ability to manipulate blood (as a solid, liquid, and gas). Ansel can control any (exposed) blood, be it his or his opponent's. As well as remotely controlling the blood, Artery can also change its form (as long as temperatures permit). Common attacks involve animated blood creatures, weapons made of blood, or simply using blood (liquid) as a whip. Ansel has not yet mastered the ability to boil one's blood over, but can effect blood clotting to some extent.

Personality: Ansel has a personality as macabre and wrong as his mutation. Bitter (yet apathetic at the same time [weird]), 'Artery' shows no mercy against his enemies, often taking pleasure from torture. As demonstrated by his love of pain, this mutant has a morbid sense of humor, and lives off sarcasm. While he is generally an 'evil' (I don't like throwing such a 'black-and-white' term around) presence, Ansel does have a soft spot. Whatever friends he may have are almost like possessions (treasures, if you will), that he will protect to the end. Not many can deal with his dark nature long enough to truly get to know the real Ansel.

History: Ansel was found on the doorstep of an orphanage in Toronto, Canada, the nuns running the establishment having no idea of the trouble the bundled infant would cause. From arrival at the orphanage, it was obvious that the boy was different any child that had ever grown up here. At the age of five, strange markings suddenly appeared under his eyes, which resembled tears of blood. Because of these odd symbols, and the general occurrence of injury (and death) around him, Ansel was given his own room on the top floor. It was more a locked closet than it was a room, though.

On his tenth birthday, Ansel finally got the idea in his head that he would escape. Having been alone for hours between meals (for five years), the boy had found time to discover and practice his strange gifts that had developed a year after the marks had appeared. When one of the nuns came to deliver his meal, Ansel took the knife from his plate, cutting swiftly across his wrist, the fountain of blood that rose out forming into several daggers. The weapons floated around the woman, before converging on her neck, killing her instantly. Concentrating on his wound, the boy winced as the bleeding stopped abruptly.

Shaking off the feeling, Ansel dashed through the orphanage, breaking through the front doors to freedom. However, the world he entered was not one he enjoyed. There was no kindness, no love, and no food. He had to steal (and often kill to survive), and thus was often on the run. When the war started, this lonely street rat went into hiding, only surfacing when the battle was over. Things were even more different after Ansel's return.

Appearance: Ansel, while formidable in other senses, is actually a pretty weak-looking mutant. Standing at 5'6", and weighing a whopping 115 lbs., he isn't much of anything. Straight red hair extends to his shoulders in the back and to his his cheeks in the front, covering his face and coal-colored eyes. Pale and pasty skin is often covered by various black clothing, normally with belts, chains, or other 'stylish' restraints. Ansel also has two small crimson (tear-like) markings below each eye, and generally wears a few rings or necklaces. Steel-toed combat boots are his idea of footwear.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

Welcome.

[MorriganFearn]

((Wow, I have the only cannon characters... Hurah. Just making this post as a token attempt at background info as to what the ever hated 'Tro is doing. Also, I'm going to assume that a few of Pietro's old friends didn't survive the war just out of general not being the most well trained people.))

Pietro looked at the leuitenant, and nodded his signal. The man's arm slowly raised itself and reformed the grenade launcher back into a single hand. No need to bring the building down. Renegades had to live in a fifth story appartment, didn't they? Destruction in the middle of an appartment block always caused the worst damage.

Pietro took a step back. The building was poor, and not even the locks on the inner door were likely able to stand up to much stress. He speeded up, feeling cheated that he had so little time to move -- to get into his stride. Then he slammed into the door with his shoulder. It burst open. He watched as the pathetic chain lock snapped slowly, ever so slowly, in the air and whipped across the face of the nervous man holding a shot gun at Pietro's head.

The trigger finger pulled back in slow motion, and Pietro took a few calm steps out of the path of the lazily spinning bullet. It whirred by his white haired head, and buried itself in the wall over the landing. The report had woken the children in another room of the musty appartment with screams of terror.

"Too bad," he rushed the man. The human's steadying arm was wrenched behind his back. The gun flew into an arc in the air. Pietro slammed his face into the floor boards. "If you hadn't resisted arrest you might have gotten a trial. We certainly wouldn't have known about your illegal weapon. Corporal Janus, make certain that our friends up stairs know enough to keep at least one of the traitors alive for questioning. Harboring your old friends and neighbors is one thing -- giving them weapons is quite another."

"Yes sir," the young telepath gulped, and sent the message to the team upstairs. His worry was understandable. He had seen his parents executed during the war, too, and the screams from the next room had turned to frightened whimpers.

"When you're done, try to put the kids to sleep," Pietro told the boy, as Janus sweated with the effort of pushing his thoughts through to the lieutenant commanding the division upstairs.

"Captain Maximoff -- my head. I can't -- not knock them out," the weak telepath warned.

"Fine, close the door, then. And someone grab his wife," Pietro yelled at the rest of his squad.

Lieutenant Doyle checked the two other rooms, besides the shabby kitchen/living room that Pietro was holding their first hostage in. He waited, the seconds ticking away like agonizing hours. Why couldn't people hurry up?! The yellow glare of the street lights at least, filtered in through the thin and patched curtains, turning the darkness of the room into dim shadows, illuminated by the light spilling in from the hallway.

"She's done a runner," the lieutenant called.

"Fine. When we're done here, Janus, you'll have to get a description from the kids," Pietro replied.

"But, sir!"

"Before they see the body," Pietro replied stoically, ignoring the struggles of the man underneath his knee. "It's either this or interrogating the live ones. Do your duty to our mutant nation."

"Yes, sir!" Janus looked sick. The rest of the squad ignored him.

Pietro pulled out his gun, cocked it, and pushed it into the back of the man's head. He knew from long experience that tears were streaming down the criminal's face. "You are Ferdinand Goddard. You have written seditious pieces of literature. You have concealed an illegal weapon in your house. You have resisted arrest by the police. Pray to God, don't pray to God, it's up to you. Either way you have been considered a threat to our nation and are going to be eliminated."

He pulled the trigger.

Janus threw up.

~~~

Five hour-long minutes later Corporal Flint -- quite literally a stone-faced woman -- was putting the body in a body bag. Janus was taking images of the children's mother from their minds. Pietro was hauling the rangy mutant who had hidden the Goddards down the stairs of the appartment.

His zealous lieutenant, Yu Chi, was holding another silenced pistol to the back of this man's head, in case he woke up after the love tap she had given him with the butt of the weapon.

"Janus throw up, captain?" she inquired.

"New kids always do. He'll get used to it."

"I always said that we were fine without telepaths. He sounds like a mosquito in your brain," the woman sniffed.

"He's a weak mutant who wants to serve the cause his parents died for. What d'you expect?" Pietro inquired. "It was a messy business anyway. There were kids and he tried to shoot me. Idiot. Could have spared everyone a lot of trouble if he'd come peacefully. Who's taking care of the informant?"

"Doddge. I don't trust that rat."

"You don't trust anyone who doesn't have energy based powers," Pietro shrugged, taking their prisoner and shoving him into the back of a van.

"I trust you, captian," Chi said sanctimoniously.

"Not until I saved you from that exploding ammo dump the resistance blew up on you," Pietro replied brusquely. "What's the situation on Hell's Kitchen and Queens?"

"Nothing," Chi looked grim. "Considering all the humans we shoved in both slums we won't get anything either."

"Well, I suppose that the Spider and the Devil do keep the crime rate down over on their end," Pietro shrugged.

"And our operatives along with the criminals," the lieutenant snarled.

"We'll get them yet," Pietro replied tiredly.

He wished his stomach wasn't as cold, then he could imitate Janus. He had broken necks, killed people with his own bare hands, pushed them in front of oncoming trains. And that was before he became an enforcer of law in the Mutant Nation. All before. If only the darn journalist hadn't had kids.

He decided that he was going to stop in at a liquor store after taking the reports from his squad.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

(Sorry, forgot to put this up before:

Name: ?
Codename: Rogue
Age: 26
Mutation: Absorbs memories and life force of people upon skin contact (has occasional control of this now).
Personality: On the outside, a front for the people, she shows herself as being forcefull, keeping an iron grip on the world. In reality, she perfers to keep her distance from people, trying hard to keep her head in a world that has grown out of control.
History: Rogue's history is mostly unknown, before she joined the X-Men, she grew up in Mississippi, the only known person that could tell anyone about her life then is Jess Roland, and no one's been able to find her, let a lone the Acolytes. During the Mutant War, she and the rest of the X-Men tried to stop Magneto from succeeding, to no avail, and when Magneto had won, she was elevated to the power of world leader. She currently lives in New York City, and is married to Gambit. The circimstance as to how she gained control of her powers is mostly unknown (in other words, I'm still working on it).
Apperance: Rogue has long, dark auburn hair with white bangs. She is always seen in public wearing a black dress with long opera gloves.

Alright, I'll post now.)

"There have been an increased amount of GNSP revolutionary activities in both Chicago and L.A, Mutant Nation officials are refusing to comment on their inability to completely extinguish the ever growing threat to our stability.

"In other news, reports from the Acolyte leaders confirm that we are drawing closer to the full elimination of the human race, and request that citizens continue to inform the government of any human activities in their area. The reward for the assistance in the successful capture of humans has been increased to a 40% ration bonus..."

"Shut it off already," a woman's voice with a bit of a southern accent says, and the television that had been showing the latest reports from the Network, the Mutant Nation's propaganda machine, shuts down as Jess Roland, better known to the world as Ruin, stands up out of her chair. "Four years, four long years since the Mutant War, and we have made almost little progress in our revolution, and its all because of those blasted Acolytes. We have to win this, somehow, but if the prophescy is true then we'll be able to win it, eventually..." she muses out loud to no one in general.

[Irae K Strife]

(holy crap... o.o;;; YAY WE CAN START NOW!! XD)

The area was blacker then night around the former Low-Class mutant who had gotten the nickname Black Sabbath, and the codename Void Omen. The screams of tortured people echoed in the darkness as the man himself laid on what would have been a bed. The screams continued, inhuman to the dreamer as he sat up and looked off to the side with a smirk. Then it all faded to deathly silence and still as he awakened.

Lights flashed in Korien's room as he opened his eyes- the red and blue lights of police sirens- the wailing sounds carried through the air, but he payed them no mind. His sadistic smile seemed rather pleased at what would have been a nightmare for most. He got out of bed and leaned against the window. "Heh heh heh hahahahahahahaha... Ah... chaos has arrived for the night... hahahahha..."

[MorriganFearn]

New York, New York, Pietro thought, pushing his way out of the Korean liquor store into a light drizzling rain. It's a Helluva town.

The green-white coloring of the florescent lights still poured into the street through the glass windows of the tiny dive. It tinged Pietro's distinctive hair and made his face look sickly. The glass bottles clinked comfortingly in the paper bag as he moved out of the light and into shadow. He didn't want to go back to headquarters tonight. Never mind that he had early morning shift. He could always get there in time.

He just wanted to get home and drink until the world had speeded up enough for him to feel vaguely normal. He wondered when they would start designing beer to compensate for the variety of reactions that alcohol produced when it interacted with mutations. He wished that the level of alcohol needed in his system to suppress his constantly racing thoughts wasn't so close to the point of alcohol poisoning.

Home, then. Home, and a nice drink by the heater, and -- crap. No, Luna wouldn't be awake this late. She couldn't be -- and he couldn't be drunk around her. Pietro Maximoff shook his head and concentrated on the weight of the glass bottles in the bag. He hadn't meant to think about that home -- but thinking about it reminded him that he hadn't checked on her in at least two weeks. Drat it. What cruel god had played him this hand? He wasn't meant to be responsible for a life that couldn't reasonably protect itself.

He sighed, and his stride increased, until he broke into a light run. He knew he was already blurring. Knew he was covered in blood and gore. Knew that seeing his blurred running figure worried even mutants. But when he moved it was easier to think, easier to breathe.

The bottles clinked in the bag. He wished he was sixteen again. Wished everything was as simple as Maximoff vs. Daniels. He wished his life hadn't taken so many disastrous wrong turns. Wished that he hadn't been the cause of all those wrong turns in his life. Wished that he had never met Crystal. Wished that he wasn't what his father had groomed him to be -- the clockwork soildier, the perfect replica.

Well, not perfect, Pietro amended with a sneer. Erik hadn't been able to choose which genes went to which child. Wanda had all of the power in her mutation. The kind of power Lensherr wished in his son. Pietro was just good at running. Specifically at running away.

He slowed as his errant feet brought him into the grimy part of town where his second apartment was situated. It had always been a bad place. But it was close by. He could keep an eye on Luna as long as his squad was stationed in NYC.

So, welcome, Pietro thought, to Hell's Kitchen, mutie boy. Only a stone's throw away from New York's mutant internment camp during the war. And it shows. You can't be neighbors with District X and hope to remain clean.

Now Hell's Kitchen was a massive sprawling slum, for lower class mutants and humans alike. Protected, as Pietro knew only too well, by Hell's own Devil. But that was an extra precaution. The Acolytes couldn't venture to far into the place. He knew that it was only luck that allowed him to sneak in. One day the devil would come to drive him out, too, the family resemblance to the victor of the war was far too noticeable. But, Pietro figured, he'd probably have to move Luna before he was in any danger from the masked vigilante.

He nearly tripped over something, and turned to see one of the all too human contingent of Hell's Kitchen. Just the famous blind lawyer who'd tried to fight for mutant rights during the war. Pietro remember Murdock, but wished he hadn't. Seeing the guy homeless, with a small coffee mug near his red cane, stirred more of the unhealthy thoughts in his roiling mind. Murdock had helped the mutant cause, and in return the mutants were just waiting for him to die of some disease in some dark alley. No one was going to defend him.

Pietro tossed some spare change into the cup, and moved on, careful not to trip over anyone else. He mounted the dusty stairs to the building, and brought out the key to the outer door. Then he proceeded up the stairs quietly. He opened his secondary apartment and walked in. He didn't bother turning on a light. The place was bare.

Moving to the kitchen he put the bottles in their bag on the counter. Here the light was flicked on. The refrigerator offered up notes (mainly accusing him of neglect) from the lady who watched Luna in the day time. Nosy old bat. But she did what she was paid to do, so why should he complain?

He crossed the dusty hall, still shaking rain drops from his hair, and carefully opened the door of his daughter's room. Luna was sleeping peacefully under a pile of blankets, her clothes and the few toys strewn over the floor. Pietro stood awkwardly, water dripping down the back of his neck, his jacket splattered with blood and gore, the police pistol in his pocket.

Luna rolled over, and muttered something unintelligible. Pietro breathed out, and bent down to pick up the messy room as best he could. Maybe, he thought, it was a good thing that Luna needed him to keep her safe.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

Dominating the New York skyline is a huge skyscraper, over 150 stories tall, it is the main offices for the Mutant Nation government. At the top is the offices for the two or three members of the High Council that made their home in the city, and protected by guards is the office of the puppet leader of the world, Rogue.

The former member of the X-Men stands staring out the window, glancing occasionaly at papers on her desk, mostly they where recent reports on the GNSP's actions, and other revolutionary factions. The government wouldn't admit it, but there where more than one organizations acting against the Mutant Nation, and only the elite members of the Acolytes knew that, pretty much any group that wanted world domination, that didn't side with the Mutants, hated the Mutant Nation, and what it stood for.

The biggest fear was that they would join forces with the GNSP, but there was too much dissagreement among policies for that to happen anyway.

[Jason-Kun]

Julumia sighed as he twisted in his bed. Beeds of sweat dripped onto the red carpeted floor. His arm also had blood dripping from it. A gash of fire dripped from the scar of a cross on his left shoulder. Black hair brushed his shoulder as green eyes scanned the room. His hands pulsed with a dark black fire. His black fire power was getting out of controll. Sitting up, he looked at the sizzling matress. 'I may be only fourteen but I want to help the resistence of the Mutant Nation. I'm all for mutants being excepted but not this way.' he thought to himself. He hated Columbia, Missouri but he had to do whatever it took. Blinking sleep from his eyes, the teenager trudged into the bathroom. Black carpeting covered the floor. A marble sink was in one corner with a black windowsill in the other. The toilet stood, water jetting from it. He had blown it up earlier the day. Leaning over the sink, his hands pulsed as he began to cough up blood into the sink.

[MorriganFearn]

((Yeah, I've been meaning to ask: what happened to SHIELD? I mean, Magneto is amazingly powerful and such, but I imagine Fury would be all: "You're planning on taking over this government? Not in this lifetime you're not." But then, Evo's Fury was a tad more honorable than 1608's Fury, who is the most clear Fury in my mind at the moment... Bah.

Also, who out of the *main* Evo cast died during the war?))

Pietro could feel the day catching up with him as he put a last Raggedy-Anne on the window sill next to a teddy bear. He was going to take a shower and then sleep for the next few hours if he could. Get all the junk out of his clothes maybe. Visit the laundromat.

He bent over Luna, again uncertain of what to do. This poor kid slept so peacefully. Amazingly serene in a world where her grandfather would kill her if he discovered her existence. She looked fragile, illuminated only by the light coming in from the kitchen. Had he ever looked like that? Wanda -- when she hadn't been throwing temper tantrums -- had always looked defiant and uncompromising. But then his recollection was colored by sibling rivalry.

In the end, Pietro tugged the blankets more snuggly over her sleeping form, and left the room, closing the door carefully. He breathed out, and rummaged in his pockets before consigning everything to the laundry pile. His note pad was discovered, and with a sigh he walked to the kitchen to sit down and flip through everything he'd need for tomorrow.

Activities of the GNSP. News of possible hideouts. Small snippets of information about the so called Ruin. Man, was he glad he wasn't the one handling that case. It was verging on embarrassing. Not that tracking down unorganized dissidents was exactly the most rewarding job in the universe. Vomiting telepaths and corrupt bribers running information networks.

Speaking of which -- he flipped to the page on known informants. And saw a name he really, really, did not want to see, staring out at him from the middle of the page. Hettie Macland of, yes, Hell's Kitchen.

His blue eyes swung to the stack of notes on the refrigerator. All signed "H. Macland." The old woman -- he tried desperately to rack his mind for what Doddge had said about her. Just on Daredevil watch, Pietro was pretty certain. But it was too close. Far too close. What if she recognized him at some later date and put two and two together? He needed to get Luna out of here, now. He didn't even have a new place planned out. But he'd get one. He was fast. He could think on his feet. Yeah.

Pietro grabbed for his cell phone, and dialed the number of his "boss." It made Pietro grind his teeth to think about it. Slimy, arrogant, -- he got the acolyte's voice mail, luckily. "Hey, Le Beau. I can't come in tomorrow. Just about wiped from tonight. Been doing Redeye and graveyard for three days in a row. 'Sides, Doyle needs the experience, and tomorrow's crack downs are all former Power8s. You know that's Yu's gig. Gonna be sleeping it off. And my cell phone'll be off, so you can't interrupt like last time," Pietro tried to sound threatening. Le Beau had thought it was oh so amusing when he accidentally called in the middle of some private time Pietro was having with Crystal. Might as well let that insufferable swamp rat think the worst. It was a good alibi.

He breathed in and started packing. He'd get Luna up the next morning, and they'd leave. He'd run on less sleep before.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

(I haven't made any decisions about SHIELD at the moment.

As for the dead, so far all I've got is Iceman, I always hated him.)

Jess didn't have the time to enjoy a view, or a view to enjoy for that matter, since the HQ was underground. A GNSP soldier comes into the office, causing her to look up.

"Miss. Roland, you asked us to report to you in case there was any more reports on the Network about Egypt," the soldier says. "There's been earthquakes around the Sphinx and the pyramids recently, but beyond that, we haven't found anything."

"Thanks, you're dismissed," Jess says.

[Irae K Strife]

Korien put on a black trench coat with a hood that hid his entire face aside from his mouth and walked out of his little apartment. He never carried much, and he sure in hell didn't care much about the police force, or anyone else for that matter. He locked the door and walked out of the building, not minding anyone he passed and merely smirked as he passed by police cars. He muttered under his breath, a simple word of 'Pain', as he did, almost making a few small gestures on his arm. He began to laugh carelessly as the occupants of the cars began to go mad with pain as every gash, cut, scrape and stabbing they had ever suffered in their life.

He continued to laugh as he disappeared completely with the darkness of a nearby alley and the cars crashed into each other and anything else that was nearby, his disappearance making his sadistic laughter seem disembodied.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

"You have impressive power, too bad its wasted on such minuscule actions," a woman's voice from farther in the alley says. "The people I work for could use a mutant like you, if your interested."

[Jason-Kun]

Jumulia opened the door to his house and stepepd outside. Leaning on a tree, he let some of the blakc fire or Shadow Fire as he calls it burn the tree. Wisps of smoke fileld the airt, choking out the life of those around the tree. Cracking his knuckles against some bark, Jumulia walked away.

[Irae K Strife]

(Weeee... fun all round! Do I make a good badguy person or wha? o.O)

His voice neared the woman's as he proceeded further into the alley. "Hahahahaha... heh hahaheh nyaaahahaha... why should I... hahahaha.... care... about your employers, little girl... haheheheahaha... they all but abandoned the lower classes... and gave me a higher ranking because.... heh heh hehahaa... they're all fools." He soon reformed out of the darkness of the alley, his face still masked by the hood. He stopped after a few moments as his lips curled into the sadistic grin. For him, a tingling came over his body as a ten-block wide zone was covered as his 'dominion', his body didn't twitch either way. "So... how long have you been tracking me for the MN, girl?" His eyes, despite being hidden, could be felt like two adamantium daggers piercing the soul.

[Ruin Queen of Oblivion]

"We've been tracking you for a long time, Korien, and you should show more respect..." the woman says, still remaining in the shadows. "The High Council doesn't normaly adress the lower classes, even the MHC, directly like this. Your power could prove more than valuable to the Acolytes, whom I represent, could use someone with your skills for torturing prisoners, and you'd be paid well for your services."