X-Men, The Untold Story

[GambitandRogue]

Under New Managment
Managers: Abraxas Winterlight, ARaynes

X-Men, The Untold Story.

This SRP is a “What-If” thread. Those who read marvel Comics know what I’m talking about. It takes place during modern times (c.2002) of the Marvel World, but is only BASED on the X-Men comics and Cartoons. Although this SRP has an erotic theme, you don’t necessarily have to post about sex ALL the time. We’d like to have some sort of a plot.

You can play any X-Men Character, other than the following already taken characters: (will be updated as needed)

Wolverine <~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Shotokan07
Psylocke <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> White Queen
Rogue <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> ARaynes
Gambit <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> The Rooster
Storm <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> storm1969
Wraith <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Abraxas Winterlight
Cable <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Phoenixfire45
Nightcrawler <~~~~~~~~~~~~> Nicodemus
Jubilee <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Arc da Rat
Domino <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> White Queen
White Queen <~~~~~~~~~~~> X Writer
Jean Grey <~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Rach
The Black Queen <~~~~~~~~~> ARaynes
Bishop <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> Phoenix


As for requests to play other (Non X-Men) Marvel heros they may be considered but not guaranteed approval.

If you request to play a Non X-men Hero Character i.e. Spider-Man, or a bad guy like Sabertooth and it's approved by Abraxas Winterlight or ARaynes you'll have to figure a way to post yourself in the plot and to make it sound sensible.

As an example, Magneto wouldn't have free access to the mansion to do whatever. Spider-Man could come by for parties or join in adventures, but wouldn't be a member.

All that I ask is that you PM Abraxas Winterlight or ARaynes first to request Characters. Hopefully, this'll eliminate duplicates .... first come first served.

For those who need more info on Character Bios, check out these links from http://www.marvel.com

X-Men Bios: http://www.marvel.com/comics/bios/bios_family_xmen.htm

Other Marvel Hero Bios: http://www.marvel.com/comics/bios/bios_family_a_z.htm


I’ll try to start this thread in a day or so. It’ll probably be slow moving (I hope).

PLEASE START EACH OF YOUR POSTS WITH YOU CHARACTER NAME IN THE "SUBJECT" LINE. WHEN SPEAKING OUT OF CHARACTER PLEASE SAY "OOC:" BEFORE DOING SO.

Gambit

 

[GambitandRogue]

Gambit Bio

Here's Links to Gambit's and Rogue's Bio's from Marvel.com:

http://www.marvel.com/comics/bios/bio_gambit.htm

http://www.marvel.com/comics/bios/bio_rogue.htm

However, we don't like that pic of Rogue.

Gambit

 

[GambitandRogue]

Gambit

OOC: Ok ... a first post .... this is mostly to sharpen my skills. It's been a while since I posted on an RPG .... let alone a SRP

IC:

(X) Xavier Institute for Higher Learning (X)

=X= Westchester County, New York =X=

=X= Day 1, 10:25 am =X=


*Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, Westchester County, New York, the public name for the X-Men Base of Operations. A mansion in the quite countryside of New York, here was where the X-Men, lived, trained and recovered from battle. When they are up to it, a little erotic fun can be found. The Danger room has more uses than just a Holodeck for combat training*

=X= Gambit’s (Remy) Quarters =X=

*Remy tossed and turned in his bed, restless. He looked over that the clock, 10:30am. He couldn’t sleep any longer. Staring up at the ceiling, he gave a sigh and sat up. Pulling the covers off, he swung his legs out and planted his feet on the floor. Holding his head in his hands, leaning over, he growled. He glanced over to the nightstand and reached for his Camel Turkish Gold cigarettes. Lighting one, he took a deep drag and slowly exhaled*

*He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, and then stood, exposing his naked body. He had a well-defined frame. His muscles looked as if they were chiseled from granite rock. His skin had a warm glow to it. But as he moved to a mirror, he could see a worn face staring back at him. Scruffy, he looked of a man who rode hard and lived life on the run*

*He moved away from the mirror and to the bathroom. He shaved two days ago, so he decided no shaving today. Walking to the bathroom, his long cock swayed back and forth. After taking a leak, he jumped in the shower. He looked up as the water cascaded over his body. Taking a scrubbing cloth and soap in his hands, he lathered up and began washing off the filth of last nights “bed sweat”*

*After his shower, Remy picked out his favorite faded and cut up jeans and a t-shirt. He gathered up his keys, wallet, lighter cigarettes etc. He also picked up a fresh deck of cards. Walking over to his closet, he opened it and picked out a leather Jacket and put it on, sliding the deck of cards into an inside pocket. With one last look at the mirror, he walked out into the hallways*

*He decided to take a look outside. As he walked towards a nearest door, he saw Logan, otherwise known as Wolverine walking towards him*

WOLVERINE: Hey Gumbo …. *Almost a growl*

GAMBIT: Hey … *Muttering*

WOLVERINE: Headin’ out?

GAMBIT: *Sighs* … yeah … *Rubbing his eyebrow* … needin’ sum clean air.

*Not much was said after that. Gambit slipped on his sunglasses as he stepped out, and lit another cigarette. The clean crisp air rushed to his face. A slight breeze carried the scents of the world recovering from a deep winter slumber*



GAMBIT, Remy LeBeau
Adventurer, Reformed Thief
X-Man & Member of the Thieves’ Guild of New Orleans

 

[Indalecio]

*The stranger in the danger room laughed as he was surrounded by several sentinels, all about to blast him. The second the blasts were fired, a cloud of dust appeared, and the stranger was gone.*

Hey, lookin for me?

*As the giant rbots looked up, one of their comrades already had a hole punched through his head. The sentinel fell as another one looked to this costumed hero, only to receive a eye full of a sticky white substance (No jokes, please) and he too met the same fate as his compainion. There was one more left, but before the person could fight this one, the session was cancelled. The hero looked up to see Beast, with Xavier, at the control panel.*

Beast: Trespassing again my friend?

Hey, it beats running out of webbing just swingin around.

Beast: I suppose you are right, although I would not know, but what is your purpose for coming here.

My spider sense has been off the charts latly, and I think it may be acting up, or something big is coming.

Xavier: And you request the X-mens aid?

Pretty much, I mean, even though it may just be a little haywire, I have a gut instinct your friendly neighborhood Spiderman might need some backup for whatever it is thats tapping my spider sense, considering it is something out there...

 

[GambitandRogue]

OOC: Stuff moved to the first post

Rogue

 

[Guest]

Storm's dark skin glistened with moisture as she exited the shower this typical morning. She heard the commotion in the danger room and hurried to get some clothes on. She didn't want to get Beast all worked up again....

Her hair still wet, she slowly, elegantly, worked her way down the hallway toward the D Room, wondering what she would find. Damn, not even enough time for breakfast yet!! These young mutants have a lot to learn about common courtesy..........

 

[White Queen]

Psyloche

Real name: Elisabeth Braddock
Group affiliation: X-Men, formerly Excalibur
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Eyes: Black
Hair: Purple

Powers: A telepath, Psylocke manifests her telekinesis in the form of a sword with a blade a molecule thick, capable of slicing through virtually any object due to the sheer force of her will. She exhibits the ability to levitate objects, herself and others, and kinetically manipulate matter.

IC:

Psyloche walked towards the gym shower... she had finished her morning training... her sweaty body craved for cool water... She dropped her shorts and top and stepped into the cool water... her hands ran up and down her muscled but femenine body... the water ran down her purple hair, down her white skin... Just what she needed to start the day... hopefully a busy one.

Lately everything had been calm... no missions to complete, no dangerous mutant to fight... just spending all day at the mansion... training...

She stepped out of the shower, fastened a towel around her body and walked towards her room to change into something confortable...

Once there she slipped into a pair of cutoffs and a sport top, not wearing any underwear as usual... she decided to let her hair loose and to stay barefoot... taking a last look in the mirror she walked out of her room...

 

[Guest]

As Storm nears the D Room, the disturbance there (and her disdain for the impulsiveness of the younger mutants) causes her to wax philosophic about her past, her present, her future. Her journey to her present self has been a long and arduous one. She has had many experiences, both good and bad.

BIOGRAPHICAL DATA
Real Name : Ororo Munroe
Other current aliases : None
Former aliases : ( in Kenya and Tanzania ) "Beautiful Windrider"
Dual Identity : Secret
Former Occupation : Thief, " goddess " to an African tribe
Known confidants : Marvel Girl ( Jean Grey ), Shadow cat, Colossus, Rogue, Gambit, Black Panther, Charles Xavier, Forge, Beast and Wolverine.
Known allies : X-Men, X-Factor II, X-Force, Excalibur, Black Panther
Major Enemies : Shadow King ( Amahl Farouk ), Genoshan government, Henry Peter Gyrich, the Brood, the White Queen, Mystique and Callisto
Usual base of operations : Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Salem Center, Westchester Country, New York State
Former bases of operations : Cairo, Egypt; X-Men Headquarters in the Australian outback
Current group membership : X-Men
Former group membership : Leader of the Morlocks

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height : 5' 11 "
Weight : 127 lbs
Eyes : Blue
Hair : White
Other distinguishing features : None

Fighting skills : Excellent hand-to-hand combatant, trained by Wolverine
Superhuman physical powers : Limited immunity to extreme heat or cold but not multiple orgasms
Superhuman mental powers : Psionic ability to control the weather over limited areas; ability to fly by creating winds strong enough to support her weight
Superhuman limitation : Psionic powers over weather are affected by her emotions


She particularly remembers her past dealings with the White Queen............ once so horrible, now so erotic. How she longs to feel her sculpted body, experience her powers...... but her emotions can get a bit out of control at times..... that is so exciting to her.

She elevates above the ground, moving more quickly down the hallway. The wind begins to dry her exposed skin, her white tank top unable to conceal her erect nipples. The feeling of the air moving up her cut-off sweat pants excites her.....

She wonders what awaits her this fine day.....it's probably not sunbathing...

 

[Shotokan07]

BIO:
Real name: Logan
Occupation: Adventurer
Group affiliation: X-Men
Base of operations: Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, Westchester County, New York
Height: 5'3" (I'm waaaay taller, so I'm gonna make him 5'10")
Weight: 195 lbs. (eh...this dude is heavy!)
Eye color: Brownish Red (changing a little)
Hair color: Dark Blue


*As the early sun ascended behind the deep blue water with white waves strikingly overflowing towards the rocky land, while the air is covered with mist. On the foreground, a disfigured body of a stranger can be seen, with long, wavy hair covering his face as he is leaned back on a tree, resting. …Perhaps sleeping.*

Logan! Help me please! Heeeeelp me....

*The voice so familiar yet unrecalled for, tortured his mind. He closes his fist tightly; pushing towards the wet grass, grinning hardly, nearly shattering his teeth, gives a loud tormented cry. With one fling, Logan pushes himself up and walking away from such dark beauty of early morning sunrise. His rough face leaning down with his leather jacket over his well shaped and worn shoulder, while his claws give the clinging shine of reflection from the sun arisen and the silhouette image of the tree sliced into two.*

*As he approaches his 1969 Shelby Cobra, two small chipmunks are chattering away by his foot, stops when they notice him.*

Logan: *Growls* Cute.

*Logan withdraws his claws, which scares the adorable beings, with no response he just starts the engine and burns out the tires with speed. As shifting the gears, he looks himself on the mirror, seeing nothing but coldness in his eyes while the cool, soft wind pulling his hair gently with them as they pass away.*

*After a long ride back to the mansion, Logan sees Remy stepping out and has no intension to talk, not that he has anything against him. The words running in his mind of what Prof. Xavier keeps asking him to do, “You must open yourself to your friends Wolverine. A word is something more than nothing.”*

Logan: Hey Gumbo…. *Not caring…*

Remy: Hey … *Muttering*

Logan: Headin’ out? *Almost feeling repulsive.*

Remy: *Sighs* … yeah … *Rubbing his eyebrow* … needin’ sum clean air.

OOC: (Just wanted to make it smooth =*Þ)

IC:
*As Remy a.k.a. Gambit passes by Logan, Wolverine mutters.* So much for small talk…

*Inside, the annoying computer greets Logan.*

Welcome back Wolverine. Your meal is ready in the cafeteria. Today's specials are Chicken bits and roasted Chicken. ...Enjoy.

*Logan keeps walking as if he never heard a sound.*

*After a long pause, he mutters with a grunt.* I hate chicken…

 

[poohlive]

He hung upside down, as he liked to do. It helped with both the physical and the mental aspect of the daily routine of simply pressing a few buttons. He looked out into the room, Spiderman's physique standing there.
Complaints about his spider sense? Hmmm, interesting. Could be a genetic after effect to his mental prowess frequenting from an inhumane recondition to an external stimulus.
(his powers could be mutating further)
He clicked on the intercom.
"Spiderman," he used his friendliest voice, which, coming from a five hundred pound blue beast, wasn't that friendly, "Would you like to step into my lab? We could run a few tests, see if eveything's all right, just to be sure? You never can tell in these cases..."
Honestly, you never could. Mutant powers were something that could never be fully trusted, and especially because of Spiderman's condition, getting them from simply a bite. Who knows if he's genetically evolving? Or it could be worse?
He stepped out of the control room, moving to the door of the danger room.
"It'll only take a few minutes, I promise, and I'll even get some ice cream for you when I'm done."

 

[Indalecio]

Oh yeah, it'll be real intresting eating ice cream with a mask on...

*Spiderman had to make his smart ass comment, but he dropped from the celing as he left the danger room, heading straight for Beasts lab, and awaiting the monster.*

Usually, my doctor doesn't shed, but for you I'll make an exception McCoy.

 

[rogueslaw]

havok

BIOGRAPHICAL DATA
Real Name :Alex Summers
Other current aliases : None
Former Occupation : brainwash for hire
Known confidants : Wolverine, Multiple man, Cyclops(when we are seeing eye to eye), Polaris, Dazzler, Storm, Strong guy
Former bases of operations : x-factor office; X-Men Headquarters in the Australian outback
Current group membership : none
Former group membership : X-factor

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height : 5' 10 "
Weight : 190 lbs
Eyes : Blue
Hair : blonde

ic:
As I walk in the kitchen I see to my suprise Beast and Spiderman.
Havok: Morning guys.
Beast: Havok!! What a suprise when did you get in? Ice cream?(Offered while hanging from the ceiling)*That always did give me a uneasy feeling at first*
Spiderman: Hey Alex!(continues eating his ice cream)
Havok: I got in last night. Lorana kicked me out again because I told her I was thinking about reforming x-factor. She then magnatized everything to the ceiling.
(spiderman laughs and almost spits out his ice cream)
Beast : Sounds like polaris indeed!
Havok: Well I'm going to go live in the little club house by the lake for a little while ok?
Beast: ok. Should I tell Scott where you are when he gets in.
Havok: Nah! He already knows plus knowing how much of a boyscott he is he probally won't like me skinny dipping in the lake by the club house.

(Exit havok)

 

[GambitandRogue]

Gambit

IC:

=X= Xavier Institute for Higher Learning =X=

=X= Westchester County, New York =X=

=X= Day 1, 11:25 am =X=


*Gambit decided to head inside. It was still quite chilly. As he headed down the hallway, the sound of his boot heels striking the floor echoed off the walls. He lazily walked to his room and changed into a cut off sleeveless t-shirt and sweatpants. Grabbing up his cigarettes and Zippo lighter, he heads out the door. Barefoot, he walks much quieter*

*He glanced to the Red Oak walls; they were adorned with a picture here and there. A vase would occupy corner there. It looked like any other multi-million dollar manor. He past by one of the grand stairways, turned left at the next hallway, heading to the dayroom. Passing by a large mirror, he stopped to check himself out. Then smiled at his reflection*

*Once he entered the dayroom, he quickly found it was empty. He circled around the furniture. There were a couple of couches, a few video games, stereo sound system and such. On one side, there was a bar and stools, separating a small wet bar/kitchen. He rounded the bar and headed for the fridge. Opening the large stainless steel “sub-z”, he found a longneck Bud. Twisting the top off, he spun the top with his finger and thumb, causing the cap to sail into the trashcan in the corner*

*Moving to a couch, he slumped down in front a large wide screen HDTV. Picking up the DishNet remote, he turned it on; the THX sound system filled the room, not loud though. He turned it to CMT for background noise as he used the on screen guide to pick out a movie to watch. In his left hand, he held his beer, taking a sip, he leaned up and set it on the coffee table*

*He put his feet on the coffee table as he slouched down. Without even thinking, while his right hand had the remote, his left hand began to slightly stroke his cock. Just sliding his fingers up and down the entire length outside his pants. He didn’t stick his hands down inside his sweats, didn’t want to get caught. Slowly, lil' Gambit began to slightly swell*

*So far, he hadn’t found a thing on TV. ~227 channels and can’t find a damn thing worth watchin’ ~ thinking to himself*

*As he surfed the channels, we wondered where Rogue was, or any other females for that matter. He admitted that although his heart belonged to Rogue, he defiantly thought of some of the other female X-men. Sitting forward, he reached for his beer to take a sip. He continued to hold the beer in one hand, taking a few gulps while madly pressing the buttons on the remote*


GAMBIT, Remy LeBeau
Adventurer, Reformed Thief
X-Man & Member of the Thieves’ Guild of New Orleans

 

[poohlive]

Beast

Ooc: Is it ok to control other people's characters?


Beast nodded, looking at this mask, "You are at a disadvantage, aren't you? Most Spiders don't eat though, they simply suck their food dry like a vampire after they turn all of their insides into..."
He smiled, getting the instruments ready, "Sorry, simply rambling. Ok, I just need your arm in this," he pulled one of the mutant machines over to him. Something that would check for any anamolies, well, any anomolies despite the mutant genes already fused into his body.
When working with different mutants, McCoy has developed some new machines to help with the testing. It was quite ingenius, if he did say so himself.
"I'll also need a blood sample, just a tiny prick," he took out a little needle, giving him an odd look.
"The posterior is the dullest surface area, but we can do it wherever you want."

 

[Phoenix]

Sorry this was meant for another thread... Continue with your story

 

[rogueslaw]

oc: sorry beast I just needed to use you for a sec to get into the sceen. I will ask before I go around putting words in peoples mouths.

ic:
*As I enter the club house I drop my duffel on the bed and then slide out of my clothing. Watching myself in the mirror as I slide my pants off and then my shirt. Slightly cringing at the scars on my back from past fights and so on. As I walk around the room looking at all the pictures of past x-men on the wall, I pause for a moment to look at a picture of Ice Man, Wolvie, Polaris and me. A tear starts to come to mind but, I stop it. After all I tell myself it is just a picture of the past*
* I lay down on the bed thinking about the past unable to shake the desire to have things as they were, before genosha, x-factor and that wacked reality with me leading the six. The more I think, the more I began to doze off. Till I eventually fall asleep dreams of past gone by*

 

[Guest]

Storm........... obviously

She caught a glimpse of Hank entering his lab coming from the danger room. Strange, she thought. Upon entering the control room she found the entire danger room to be empty. Checking the computer with the speed and skill of a teenage hacker, she quickly finds the nature of the disturbance.

Spider Man.

Oh, how she loved his sinewy body, his acrobatic nature. And that webbing sure could come in handy.

But he was gone now, probably with Hank, she thought. Scientific minds stick together, you know. She didn't give it another thought.

Feeling tired, hungry, and restless She debates what to do. The mansion would be active soon. She was not in the mood for activity. She was feeling rather isolative today. That troubled her. She rubbed her temples slowly, trying to rid herself of this lingering headache.

 

[Indalecio]

Hold on Beasty Boy, could ya get the Nightmare on Elm Street (Wolverine) in here before we do this, I always wanted to show my ass to him.

 

[White Queen]

Elisabeth Braddock / Psyloche

Elisabeth walked down a corridor, the mansion seemed rather empty although is a few moments she was sure everything would change... or at least hoped... she needed to realease some energy and working out was not making it anymore...

She reached the Dayroom and heard someone inside... she quietly sneaked inside, making no noise whatsoever and saw Gambit sitting down, drinkinga beer and changing the channels like crazy...

" Drinking so early Remy? thats cant be good for your health... you should try working out... havent seen you in the gym for quite a while... "

 

[GambitandRogue]

GAMBIT, Real Name: Remy Lebeau

IC:

(X) Xavier Institute for Higher Learning (X)

(X) Westchester County, New York (X)

(X) Day 1, 11:35 am (X)


*As he surfed the channels, we wondered where Rogue was, or any other females for that matter. He admitted that although his heart belonged to Rogue, he defiantly thought of some of the other female X-men. Sitting forward, he reached for his beer to take a sip. ~Yuck~ thinking to himself. It didn’t taste like he thought it did. He hadn’t even drank a quarter of it*

BETSY: Drinking so early Remy? … That can’t be good for your health ... you should try working out... haven’t seen you in the gym for quite a while.

GAMBIT: Betsy?! … *Shocked a little*

*He wondered if she saw. ~Probably not~ he thought, he was slouched. Besides, it was an itch he had to scratch*

BETSY: *Smiling* …. I’m not keeping you from anything … am I?

GAMBIT: Naw Chere … jus’ killin’ time …kinda lookin’ faw somthin’ ta do … *Scratched his head*

*He quickly stood and took the beer back to the Dayroom Bar. Psylocke watched him move across the dayroom*

BETSY: Where’s Rogue?

GAMBIT: Haven’ta clue … *Shrugs* … she’s here about somewhere.

*After dumping the beer down the drain, he threw the bottle into the trash. He opened the fridge and found a Mountain Dew instead. He moved back to the couch*

*Psylocke had leaned over to take a look. She watched Gambit as he settled on watching CMT. The video playing was Cyndi Thompson’s “I like that Best”. He put the remote on the end table and propped his feet on the coffee table once again. She noticed he was nearly absorbed watching the cutie on TV with her deep southern accent*

BETSY: Didn’t like the beer? … You didn’t dump it out for what I said did you?

GAMBIT: It didn’t taste right …. *Smiling at her* … Gym huh?

BETSY: Yeah … You need to keep that body in shape … *Sitting at the opposite end of the couch, looking to Gambit*

GAMBIT : *Slight laugh* … You love to crack that whip.

*Betsy allowed a smile*

*Gambit smiled back at her. ~Man she’s hot~ thinking to himself*


GAMBIT, Remy LeBeau
Adventurer, Reformed Thief
X-Man & Member of the Thieves’ Guild of New Orleans

 

[Phoenix]

Iceman aka Bobby Drake

Whistling and walking down the hall. I realized that this was the first time in a long time that some villian did not just go nuts and decide to do something mean and evil like takeover the world or where beret in public. I mean it is cool not having a major life and death situation everyday and all but it is getting quite boring around here.

After leaving the kitchen I decide maybe a work out is in order. After all I am practically in my underwear when I ice up and the last thing I need is frozen handles and a icey beargut.

OCC: I know it is weak post but it has been a while since I played in the SRP

 

[rogueslaw]

Havok dream

#club house by the lake#
:ic
::While sleeping I began to dream::
*The dream is in the outback while the x-men where down under. The only people around are myself, Dazzler, and Polaris. We are having a picnic and just finsih up the food*
Dazzler: Hunny what is going on you seem tense?
Havok: Nothing Alison, just tired.
Polaris: If it is nothing then why couldn't u get it up last night in bed with me?
Havok: I told you I was tired is all and unlike you I can't say I have a headache and call it a night.
Dazzler: Damn Alex that was harsh.
Havok: YOur right I'm sorry.
Polaris: Its ok but, just know you aren't getting none for a while mister.
Havok: That fine I have Alison to cover your share.
Dazzler: Sorry alex you lose one girl you lose use both.
Havok: What?
Polaris: yup u lose use both.
Havok: neither of you can go long without sex, so I will weight till u come back begging for it.
*both girls grin at each other*
Polaris: I doubt that. We will just keep each other pleased.
Havok: You have got to be kidding me.
*Polaris and dazzler turn and kiss each other. Then they get up and start walking away. All of a sudden one of gateways portals opens up in front of them and they are gone. *
*I wake up in a cold sweat and then notice that I am still nude on the bed and now I have a raging hard on*
Havok: I guess it time that I go and take that swim
*With that I grab a towel and head for the lake*
::exit club house::

 

[Shotokan07]

Logan - Wolverine

OOC:
I know I'm new at SRP...but um, is having a time stated relevant??? =*Þ

IC:
*As Logan walked, his footsteps echoed through the long hallway. …He stopped and sniffed with quick gentleness knowing that there is a stranger in the mansion.*

*He growls as he spoke.* I smell a sticky cat sneaking around. *Identifying that it is none than the annoying reporter pestering around, he just walk kept walking.*

*He then walked into his room to get a towel and spare clothes. Staying out all night let his skin catch all the filth that the mother-earth can have. He opened his closet door, taking his jacket and placing in the hanger, Logan glances over to a picture of Jean-Grey and him at the spring break the X-men went last summer. A devilish smile smirked out from his face, thinking of all their “secret encounters” they had and Scott not knowing about it. He felt a twitch inside his packed pants, just looking at her gorgeous body. He unbuckled his belt and got out of his pants and briefs, revealing his thick, huge cock hanging over his big and heavy scrotum. An advantage other than having animal instincts was having wild animal genitalia. This might explain why Wolverine’s female opponents are always defeated and exhausted after a combat with him. He pulled the towel off the rack and tied it around his waist in one motion. He took off his t-shirt making it look like a skin was peeled off. His muscles all-over his body having a smooth blush of redness projected from the light in the room. His chest, flat and tight, and his abdomens well shaped packs, good enough to use for making a designed body armor. His thighs and posterior bulged, a shapely outline, out of his towel hiding nothing.*

*He walked out of his room towards the shower room, when suddenly, a rush of blood passed through his cock making it semi-aroused and pushing towards the towel. Logan rubbed his intrigued member to calm it down and questioned for an investigation. He had gotten a wither sweet scent secreted from someone’s pussy, blended with the hot air coming from the shower room. Using his keen sense of smell, Wolverine calmly tried to identify to whom this heavenly scent belonged to. Going crazy, he took further steps towards the room. His mind racing, Logan stopped with amazement.*

Psyloche? Storm? Together?! *Growling with raging hormones.*

*Logan couldn’t believe it. He had always dreamt seeing two of his X-men females going at it. He knew that they weren’t in there because he would’ve had a hard-on from the strong scent. Smiling he walks inside to have a shower while daydreaming of an erotic fantasy with a dazzling babe and an exotic woman.*

 

[Adrian_Matthew]

The Toad

BIOGRAPHICAL DATA
Real Name : Mortimer Toynbee
Other current aliases : None
Occupation: Terrorist, former adventurer
Group affiliation: Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, formerly the Misfits
Base of operations: Mobile

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 260 lbs.
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Reddish-brown



The toad burrowed his hands deeper into the pockets of his civilian clothes, shivering in the cold gust of wind that had suddenly come upon him. He was walking fairly hurriedly wanting to get as quickly as possible to his new apartment. But something cought his eye that made him stop.

Xaviers institute for the Gifted.

Had he really passed this way without even noticing? That could be a dangerous mistake. He quickly lept up into a tree sort of standing, his eyes taking in every inch of the immense building. He hand't seen this building in quite a while, and he certainly didn't want any run ins with anyone insides. Cautiously he slipped from tree to tree, curiousity forcing him to stay in the area to see if any of his old... 'friends' were about. It'd been so long since he'd done anything really...

 

[White Queen]

Elisabeth Braddock / Psyloche

Psyloche smiles at Gambit... " oh, you have no idea how much I like cracking the whip " *laughs* " just kidding with you... I kow you are in good shape... I can see that..."

" Im just frustrated, days go by and nothing happens... I dont think I have ever been this bored... maybe you think Im crazy, I know I should be happy theres no trouble to take care of... but thats the way I am... I am an action girl... "

Psyloche sighs and walks towards the fridge, opens it and takes a bottle of water, opens it and takes a sip, a drop runs down her lips, neck and her chest.