Those Who Come After Us (Marvel/DC next gen) OPEN

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Atlanta Curry | Nineteen | Female | Hero | Located: Plan A Headquarters

Atlanta nodded as her concerns were addressed as well. While her powers were more useful in the sea, where there was more water and aquatic life, a lake would do just fine. Her attention turned back to the young man who’d initially spoken to her, glinting with curiosity. He seemed to be around her age, though likely a few years older. Atlanta chuckled, shaking her head and slipping her hands out of her pockets. She twirled a coin between her fingers in fluid and effortless motions. “That’s quite the generous offer to make to someone you don’t even know.”

[Metronome]

Marshal Stark-Channing
Manowar / 27 / Male / Hero
Tags: Heroes, Director Argo Location: Plan A Headquarters

"Well, if that wraps up all of your concerns, I'll be leaving you all to it. Mr. Jones here will be giving you all an envelope with your suit number and a map of the headquarters. You are all staying on the 42nd floor, so they shouldn't be too hard to find. Enjoy the rest of your day, and take a little time to get to know your new teammates."

With that, Director Argo stood and made his way out. A suited man, Mr. Jones, came around and handed every one an envelope. Marshal thanked his quietly and opened his. Room 4210. He was interested to see what these suits looked like. Did he have room for a personal lab table in there? The map listed several amenities provided: three gyms, two pools, a sauna, a movie room, the basement lab, the medical ward, a rooftop park and tennis court. They really went all out.

Marshal stood and stretched his arms above his head. "Good meeting, then." He announced. "Anyone want to head up there and see what we'll be living in?"

Porfirio Wagner
Indigo / 17 / Male / Villain
Tags: Theo, Rho, Benjamin, Gabriel Location: Roswell's lair, the atrium

When Theo emerged, Firi flipped down from the bar. He landed gracefully on the floor, hardly making a sound. He was pleased that the new recruit no longer looked like a drunkard, although he doubted a little hair gel and body spray would make up for personal habits. Or perhaps he was just being too judgmental.

He nodded when the man asked if they were ready, and Firi approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. Without warning, they were both falling. It was same sensation: the falling backwards through space and time, the flinging forward, the squeezing through the tight tube, and the freeing sensation of arrival. Firi was used to it, but most passengers took time to adjust to teleporting.

They landed back in the atrium, where Rho, Benjamin, and Gabriel were still lurking. "We have a new recruit," Firi announced to them, gesturing to Theo. "He has to be tested before our attack tomorrow. Mr. Roswell instructed me to lead a session in the Sim Room. Who's in?"

His tail flicked eagerly; Firi loved a chance to show off his prowess. The Sim Room, short for simulation, was a design stolen from Charles Xavier about a decade ago. The room could produce lifelike simulations for training purposes, such as an attack on SHIELD. With the blueprints they'd managed to snag about a week ago, the room could be programmed to take on the very real SHIELD headquarters, with agents and all.

[InfectedHau]

Rho Stark||Iron Seraph||Roswell's Lair||Tagged: Benjamin, Gabriel

"And that's why you never let the media handle your branding for you," Rho said, "they're always really bad at it. You think they would have come up with something like Iron Seraph on their own? Now you're stuck with Reaper for the rest of your career, good luck trying to change your aesthetic if you ever want to."

With Firi's reappearance and subsequent announcement, the grin on Rho's face widened. "New fish, eh?" She asked, slapping a closed fist into an open palm. "I'm in. I made some updates to the sim, I wanna see how he handles 'em." As she spoke, she called up the newbie's file in her monocle, taking in every detail she could. Another mutant, and another child of an X-man. Two wasn't exactly a trend, but she also didn't see any on the New Avengers. Maybe they could start a collection.

"What about you, Stevie Wonder?" Rho asked, turning back to Gabe. "Wanna go punch some holograms?"

[osleya]

Oscar Lang
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Hornet ~ Male ~ 22 ~ Plan A Headquarters ~ Atlanta (open)
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“Yeah, I guess,” Oz replied to Atlanta with a shrug. “Right now I’m kind of bored and need a project to work on so I thought I could offer.” He became distracted when he felt movement in his coat pocket. He reached in and pulled out a fly ant that had been increased in size to be about as big as a mouse. Like his father he would often name ants and put the word ant in their name. Oz had decided to name this ant Antario. He ushered Antario onto his shoulder where he knew he wouldn’t get squished.

When Mr. Jones came around handing out Envelopes Oz quickly opened his up. He made note of where the basement was and where he would be staying, but didn’t really look much at where everything else was. Satisfied that he knew where he had to go he closed the envelope and got up. He was going to just walk out, but then he paused before he did. “I’m Oscar Lang by the way,” he told the girl. “I generally go by Oz though.”

Gabriel Fischer
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Reaper ~ Male ~ 24 ~ Roswell's Lair ~ Rho + Porfirio (open)
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“I bet if I tried hard enough I could change what people called me, but I don’t even know what I would choose,” Gabe told Rho. He also didn’t care enough to put the effort into coming up with something. “It also wasn’t even really my plan to become known.” Thinking back he found it stupid that he thought he wouldn’t become known. At the time he hadn’t been putting to much thought into thing in general. He had been hellbent on revenge and that was all that really mattered to him. Now he tried to keep emotions out of decision making.

Gabe’s enhances senses allowed him to pick up on a small change in the atmosphere and he knew that this meant Firi was about to appear. It was a somewhat recent skill he had picked up on and if he is distracted enough he will miss the cue. When he did appear Gabe focused on the man that was with Firi for a few seconds. From what he could tell he was normal on the outside, but the man could have pink skin and there would be no way for Gabe to tell.

Gabe considered if he wanted to go with the others to the Sim Room. He wasn’t entirely sure how the holograms worked and if he would be able to sense them. “Sure,” he said in response to Rho’s offer. “I’d like to see what the new guy can do.”

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Atlanta Curry | Nineteen | Female | Hero | Located: Plan A Headquarters

Atlanta opened her note as well, quickly looking over the various commodities and her room number. She was none too pleased with the housing situation, unlike most. She missed the lighthouse she’d spent every summer in with her grandparents. She missed the bright, aquatic kingdom of Atlantis. She missed her parents. The young heroine quickly brushed off the aching in her chest, forcing a smile. “Atlanta Curry.” She replied.

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♤ ♡ Theo LeBeau ♧ ♢
'Blackjack'
Male/21/Son of Gambit/Roswells Lair
Tags: Porfirio, Rho, Benjamin, Gabriel
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Although Theo was ready to leave he wasn't quite ready for what happened next. Mear seconds after the hand touched his shoulder, Theo felt a sudden rush of energy and then weightlessness as they began falling. Then in a flash it was all gone, and his lackluster apartment was replaced with a faintly lit stone cavern; an evil lair if he ever did see one. Although he took a moment to steady himself Theo kept his composure, seeming surprisingly calm after experiencing teleportation for the first time. It was then he had a passing memory flash through his mind, about a story his father had once told him of an X-Man named Nightcrawler.

"So dats how ya got in my apartment." He folded his arms huffing in amusement, before looking upon the others in the room.
None of them seemed particularly familiar to him, but he could tell they were all here for the same reason.
The Cajun politely tipped his hat towards Rho in greeting.
"De names Blackjack" he announced a charming smile crossing his face as he introduced himself. While behind his dark sunglasses his eyes studied them all.

At the announcement of Mr. Roswells test a devious smile silently creaped onto Theos lips. Finally, something to test his limits, although he had kept himself busy these last few years, it had been a while since a real challenge. A single playing card slid from his sleeve into his hand, it's pips burning faintly with a powerful energy.
"I'm ready for anyt'ing you can t'row at me" he grinned, skilfully flipping the playing card over his fingers.

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[Metronome]

Marshal Stark-Channing
Manowar / 27 / Male / Hero
Tags: Heroes, Director Argo Location: Plan A Headquarters

Marshal found the elevator and hit the up button. Given the height of the tower, it took a while for it to actually open up. "You guys coming?" He called as he stepped in and held the door open.

Porfirio Wagner
Indigo / 17 / Male / Villain
Tags: Theo, Rho, Benjamin, Gabriel Location: Roswell's lair, the Sim Room

"This way then," Firi stalked off down a corridor to the left, which lead into the lower levels of the compound. The dull lighting hit cold, stone walls. It was rather bleak in appearance, but Firi was used to it. After all, this was what he considered his home. His life prior to being Roswell's personal servant had been pretty terrible. The lab that had created him treated him more like an animal than an actual person. Little did Firi know, however, that Roswell himself had orchestrated every instance of abuse in his past life. The worse his situation looked back then, the more accepting he would be of Roswell 'saving' him. And, clearly, it had worked.

Firi came upon the familiar steel door that housed the Sim Room. "This is it," He said, mostly to Theo. He placed his hand on a print scanner by the door, and the smooth steel slid open. The before them was massive and empty. Every inch of the room was made to move and transform. While the hologram projectors made the object look real, the room made them real. Firi lead the group into the middle of the vast space, then looked up at the control booth by the ceiling. Then, he was gone.

His blue form reappeared in the booth. "I'm going to start up the simulation," His voice came in over the intercom. "The goal is to infiltrate the facility and fight off the agents. Remember, they may be simulations, but everything you encounter is real, and they can hurt you."

Firi set the computer to Program 283, then popped back into the room. The Sim Room began to melt away and it took the form of the SHIELD headquarters. It looked incredibly real, even down to the breeze and birds flying around. It was really as if they were standing outside the building, waiting to attack.

[InfectedHau]

Rho Stark||Iron Seraph||Roswell's Lair||Tagged: Benjamin, Gabriel, Firi, Theo

Rho's suit flowed over her like water, the arc reactor in her chest flashing as it linked to the repulsor wings that blossomed behind her. Her feet left the ground as the armor encased them, and her eyes flashed a vibrant blue before they were obscured by her visor. "You can have point on this one, Indigo," she said, "Show us what you got, new guy. I'll hang back and coordinate, can't make things too easy for you." As she spoke, a small contingent of warbots flew up around them, gleaming brightly in the simulated sun. In her HUD, Rho pulled up a feed of the current simulation stats, as well as the simulation controls. A few surprise modifications wouldn't hurt anyone. Permanently.

[osleya]

Oscar Lang
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Hornet ~ Male ~ 22 ~ Plan A Headquarters ~ Atlanta + Marshal
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“Yeah, I'm coming,” Oz told Marshal before looking back at Atlanta. “Well, I guess I will see you around then,” he said to her. “Unless you're coming with us.” He then walked over to the elevator and stepped in. As he waited to see if any of the others were coming he leaned up against the wall in one of the back corners.

Gabriel Fischer
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Reaper ~ Male ~ 24 ~ Roswell's Lair ~ Rho + Porfirio + Theo
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Gabe off to the side and out of the way as they were in the Sim Room. After Firi started up the simulation Gabe took a few seconds to sense around and get a feel for the area. Since he had no suit he didn't have anything to suit up into, but he was perfectly used to fighting in he current clothes. As he took a few steps towards the others he pulled out two knives. He wanted to keep his distance and not interfere too much since he had mainly come to figure out what the new guy was capable of. At the same time he also did want some of the action because he was interested in also figuring out what it was like to fight the holograms.

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Atlanta Curry | Nineteen | Female | Hero | Located: Plan A Headquarters

Atlanta decided to follow them. She stepped into the elevator, quickly choosing one of the back corners for herself. She hated tight, cramped spaces more than anything else. After growing up in the vastness of the ocean she had become unaccustomed to such things. What time she spent on land was always with her grandparents in a small, coastal town. Atlanta had never been to a big city and never desired to.