Abraxas Winterlight
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OOC: This is a companion thread for Shaq's X-Men thread(s)
Shaq is the moderator/GM for the thread, Just me & Arc's intro thread since we are not interacting with anyone at the moment.
IC:
mu·tant
n. An individual, organism, or new genetic character arising or resulting from mutation.
Slang One that is suggestive of a genetic mutant, as in bizarre appearance or inaptitude.
adj. Resulting from or undergoing mutation: a mutant strain of bacteria.
Slang Suggestive of a genetic mutant.
That’s what the dictionary says we are. Changed. Impure. People have worse words for us than those. In times past we were considered second class citizens at best, at worst vermin to be exterminated. Lucky for us, times have changed. No longer are we hunted down in broad daylight. No longer do we fear our children will be taken in the night, fodder for scientific experiments or black government projects. We are now accepted, if not liked. Hiding who we are is not necessary, but still prudent. Not all forgot their hatred of that which they do not understand. That is why I stay here now. To protect those who cannot protect themselves, be they Homo sapiens or homo Superior.
Her sigh brings me out of my reverie. Looking down into the bed I see her black
hair and one pale shoulder and arm rising out of the sea of chocolate silk. Sleep has been denied me since my sixteenth birthday, so I usually find something quiet to do while Jube is asleep. Tonight I was trying to read, but the words kept escaping me as soon as I read them. I sighed myself and got out of bed. Lights are not necessary for me, so I barely disturbed her as I moved out the bedroom and onto the balcony. Another sigh, and she moved into the space I left behind, burrowing into my warmth on the sheets.
The night air is invigorating on my skin, especially from eighty stories up. Looking around I could see people living out their lives around me. This city never truly sleeps. Maybe that’s why I feel at home here. New York City has been a good home for Jubilee and I these past months. Much better than the ranch near El Paso. She had not been happy when I dropped us there after the incident in Germany. Especially when she learned we were about seventy miles from a city of any size and that there was only limited access to anything but dust and sun out there. I didn’t care. The world had gone insane. There was a civil war going on in the superhero community, and I was not going to risk the woman I loved in the ensuing madness. Once things calmed down I relented and we came here, to my New York penthouse, and things have been a little more tranquil. Well, as tranquil as it gets when you are in love with a woman like Jubilee.
I chucked quietly to myself. Enough woolgathering, I needed to go blow off some steam. No moon. Stars as bright as they get for New York, it was time to go flying. Shadows enveloped me with the low moan that always accompanies my transformation, and one again I resumed the mantle of Wraith. Concentrating a second, black wings rose from my back with a leathery rustle. With a leap I cleared the balcony and snapped open my wings, rising on the night sky and making my way forward into the night. I would fly a while, and come back before dawn to meet Jube when she woke. Until then, the night was mine.
Shaq is the moderator/GM for the thread, Just me & Arc's intro thread since we are not interacting with anyone at the moment.
IC:
mu·tant
n. An individual, organism, or new genetic character arising or resulting from mutation.
Slang One that is suggestive of a genetic mutant, as in bizarre appearance or inaptitude.
adj. Resulting from or undergoing mutation: a mutant strain of bacteria.
Slang Suggestive of a genetic mutant.
That’s what the dictionary says we are. Changed. Impure. People have worse words for us than those. In times past we were considered second class citizens at best, at worst vermin to be exterminated. Lucky for us, times have changed. No longer are we hunted down in broad daylight. No longer do we fear our children will be taken in the night, fodder for scientific experiments or black government projects. We are now accepted, if not liked. Hiding who we are is not necessary, but still prudent. Not all forgot their hatred of that which they do not understand. That is why I stay here now. To protect those who cannot protect themselves, be they Homo sapiens or homo Superior.
Her sigh brings me out of my reverie. Looking down into the bed I see her black
hair and one pale shoulder and arm rising out of the sea of chocolate silk. Sleep has been denied me since my sixteenth birthday, so I usually find something quiet to do while Jube is asleep. Tonight I was trying to read, but the words kept escaping me as soon as I read them. I sighed myself and got out of bed. Lights are not necessary for me, so I barely disturbed her as I moved out the bedroom and onto the balcony. Another sigh, and she moved into the space I left behind, burrowing into my warmth on the sheets.
The night air is invigorating on my skin, especially from eighty stories up. Looking around I could see people living out their lives around me. This city never truly sleeps. Maybe that’s why I feel at home here. New York City has been a good home for Jubilee and I these past months. Much better than the ranch near El Paso. She had not been happy when I dropped us there after the incident in Germany. Especially when she learned we were about seventy miles from a city of any size and that there was only limited access to anything but dust and sun out there. I didn’t care. The world had gone insane. There was a civil war going on in the superhero community, and I was not going to risk the woman I loved in the ensuing madness. Once things calmed down I relented and we came here, to my New York penthouse, and things have been a little more tranquil. Well, as tranquil as it gets when you are in love with a woman like Jubilee.
I chucked quietly to myself. Enough woolgathering, I needed to go blow off some steam. No moon. Stars as bright as they get for New York, it was time to go flying. Shadows enveloped me with the low moan that always accompanies my transformation, and one again I resumed the mantle of Wraith. Concentrating a second, black wings rose from my back with a leathery rustle. With a leap I cleared the balcony and snapped open my wings, rising on the night sky and making my way forward into the night. I would fly a while, and come back before dawn to meet Jube when she woke. Until then, the night was mine.
