"Space raccoon..." Anna Marie replied sadly. "...From space."
"Um, his name is Rocket Raccoon, and we've, err, seen his spaceship," Anna Marie continued frowning at how silly it all sounded. "Uh, that reporter guy got an interview with him, but I ain't sure anyone but the people who've seen the raccoon are gonna believe him."
"I still ain't sure if I believe it, myself," Anna Marie said to Stark, truthfully. "He seems relatively nice, err, for a space raccoon."
edited 22nd Jul '12 2:28:03 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food BadlyThere was a brief pause, then a sputter and a burst of laughter, but it was quickly cut off, though not entirely, as the mirth in the billionaire's voice was obvious.
"Wow, seriously? Alien raccoon named Rocket? That's the greatest thing I've ever heard. And that reporter interviewed him. Wow. I may not be tomorrow's headline after all. And you and your friends are...friends?...with it?"
Easing back into life one step at a time"W-We just met him today," Anna Marie whimpered a bit at the laughter. "Um, I ain't sure we are friends, but he seems alright..."
Wizard Needs Food Badly"Well...I was right, yet again, this is all very interesting. Maybe at some point I'll have to see if I can't meet this...raccoon for myself. Because I will freely admit that all the money in the world can't buy meeting a space raccoon. I appreciate the info. Any time you need a favor from me feel free to just ask, Rogue." There was the briefest hesitation before he spoke. "Hey, you wanna catch a rocket launch? Apparently I've been invited to one but I'm pretty sure I'll get bored without someone to talk to." Another split-second hesitation before he spoke again. "You don't have to go with me-with me, but I figured, since I know it's going to happen, maybe you'd like to see a rocket launch into space, considering that doesn't happen as much as it used to, and it's always fun to watch people strap themselves to 500 tons of fuel and light it, in my personal opinion."
For being an internationally respected businessman and a world-roving playboy, Tony sure was skilled at delving into "awkward" territory very quickly.
Easing back into life one step at a timeRocket landed on the ground, flicking his tiny hand to relieve the pain. He saw the bat creature covering his face, obviously surrendering. "Heh," the raccoon said. "Glad you decided to surrender. Wouldn't be fun beating up a giant monster that was more desperate than ravenous." Walking up to the monster, Rocket pulled out some type of metal pole with hook like half circles. The raccoon held it up to the creature's wrist, and the pole stretched up and the half circles closed up with some kind of hard light energy, revealing the device to a pair of handcuffs. He then pulled out a second device and it did the same thing with the creatures ankles, but pulling them closer together to allow walking but preventing wider movement.
"Thatoughta keep ya 'til the coppers arrive," the raccoon said proudly. He then went up to the monster's would be victim. "You okay, lass?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!It took quite a bit of practice for Storm to achieve a halfway graceful landing, but it seemed to be paying off, as she landed smoothly next to the Beetle. She gave him a smile as she headed off, in the direction of the Vice Principal's office to check back in.
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.htmlBlue Beetle, assuming that Storm would know where to go better than him, followed her.
"Would you mind showing me where to go?"
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!Anna Marie was stunned at the proposal she was given, but after a while, decided on what to say next to him. She should've expected something like this, considering what she heard of Tony Stark.
"Er, when's the launch?" Anna Marie finally asked Stark, trying to either find some out or change the terms of the invite. "And could I bring some of the others with me?"
edited 22nd Jul '12 11:42:31 AM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food BadlyStorm turned, a bit surprised.
"Ah, sorry," she said, flushing a bit. "This way should actually work for both of us."
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.htmlThe Blue Beetle nodded in understanding.
"Ladies first."
Said the Blue Beetle as he held open a door for her.
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!As Blue Beetle opened the door, he was greeted by an ornate wooden room, with a large flight of stairs in front of them. Storm knew that down by the right of the stairs was a public telephone and the door to the Staff Office. As if to properly set the tone for the world Jaime was entering, someone was coming down the stairs. Or perhaps something. Whatever it was dressed in a black business suit with a brown striped tie, had reading spectacles on as it perused a sheet of paper, and looked rather like someone had crossed a puma and a gorilla and dropped the result into a vat of bright blue paint.
"...equals h multiplied by c cubed, over 14 times...no 16 times pi squared, multiplied by k, multiplied by G, multiplied by M. That's the temperature of a black hole. Now if we put that into the formula for luminosity, then we get... Oh, hello there," he said cheerfully to the duo.
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Don't mention let on how much this is freaking you out. Don't mention let on how much this is freaking you out. Don't mention let on how much this is freaking you out.
That is a human being.
Surprising.
The Blue Beetle extended his right hand forward too shake hands while he spoke.
"Hello. It's nice to see a fellow aficionado of the color blue. What are you working on, if you don't mind me asking?"
edited 22nd Jul '12 1:04:38 PM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"Yes I am. My name is Jaime Reyes, otherwise known as the Blue Beetle. Nice to meet you."
edited 22nd Jul '12 1:24:35 PM by luckybreak91
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!Storm, seeing that the Baatle was well taken care of, nodded at him and Mc Coy and slipped past the both of them. Or tried to, at any rate— she wasn't sure if the faculty was annoyed at her or not.
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.html"Thanks. Have a nice day."
Jaime Reyes followed his directions and knocked on the door to the room the vice principal should be at.
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!The door opened to reveal a redhaired woman in her early thirties, wearing a silver necklace and light green business suit with matching skirt.
"Ah, good afternoon, Mr Reyes," she said. "We spoke over the phone. My name is Jean Grey, and I am vice principal of this proud estate."
edited 22nd Jul '12 2:18:45 PM by LizardOfAus
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Bruce Waynewas, to put it lightly, a success story. Despite being orphaned at a young age, Bruce managed his company as soon as he graduated from university. Wayne Enterprises was a major world player, a powerful billion-dollar titan on the world's stage. But the odd thing about his success was that nobody could exactly pinpoint how Bruce Wayne became a success, or why. How did he manage to maintain a company from the comfort of a pleasure yacht at sea? How did he manage to maintain his cold, calculating demeanor when he was able to buy- and indeed did- the most opulent and beautiful things man knew about? And why did he sometimes leave his company in the hands of others for weeks, or even months, when he went to places unknown? And perhaps, most importantly- how was he so good at it all?
New York. The city that never sleeps. From the deck of his yacht, Bruce looked at it with a detective's eye as it approached closer and closer to his boat. For the past one hundred years, it had been dissected, analyzed, studied, deconstructed, put back together, riposted on by comedians, and criticized by politicans and pundits alike. After all, it had become the epicenter of what scientists and pundits alike had called "the metahuman revolution." And a revolution- albeit one in fits and starts- was what it was. Some blamed the supernatural, others blamed aliens. How else could a lone man working with 1940's technology manage to construct an thinking, speaking android? And how could you explain the miraculous "super soldier" serum that turned one man into a living American legend? All of this took place in New York City.
And, of course, there was the present day. Lightning strikes, radiation, and other, more mysterious events had all affected people across the world. Nature herself seemed to be changing the very structure of human beings. But what was far more diturbing was the recent trend of metahumans- superheroes- born with innate powers. And once again, the vast majority of these people- these "mutants", fearfully regarded as the next step in human evolution- were all born in New York City. Why?
Bruce couldn't help but contemplate. He had been to New York before, of course, and his parents frequently did business there. But this time, he was here on several articles of business. The first was to analyze some of the downtown properties held by Wayne Co to see if they could be enhanced in any way. The second reason was more controversial- to travel into the heart of the ghetto in the city known derisively as "Mutant Town" as part of a charity fund. And the third... well... only he and his butler knew what that was about, and what he would need for that was in a suitcase stashed safely below deck.
"We'll be docking shortly, Master Wayne," announced Alfred, jolting Bruce out of his reverie. He finished the glass of ice water that he held before staring out at the city. Not Gotham, but good enough.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you mind telling me a little about the school?"
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"Gladly. Walk with me, won't you?" She lead Blue Beetle underneath the stairs, and toward the door that lead into the rustic formal sitting room.
"This mansion has been in the Xavier lineage for countless generations, but only became an institute for learning roughly fifteen years ago. Since then, we've worked our way up from small beginnings, through multiple recruits and losses, many trials and tribulations, to become the proud private school we are today. Our main intent is help provide a home for a certain few: certain people who are cast out from normal society, either from fear of their potential or irrational prejudice or just from being born in the wrong place in the wrong way. Our biggest goal is tohelp nurture their talents and help to make the world a kinder, safer, better place."
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Storm had followed the two, glancing around awkwardly as the tour began. It wasn't like she hadn't heard it before..,
coming up on my last post here.
Avatar from http://x0whitelily0x.livejournal.com/7486.htmlAs Jaime followed and listened to her, he brought up a potential problem.
"I haven't actually be cast out of normal society. I am pretty popular down in El Paso and my family and friends love me. Is that a problem?"
Tv Tropes Powers. Activate!!!!!"It's true that you don't have the same background as most of our pupils, and you probably have your own education to worry about. But I'm sure our principal will agree with me that we have no problem with helping people above the norm, like you, to fine tune and master your skills."
"Ms Munroe!"
A not-too-old but stern voice was heard behind the group. A man in a collared dark blue shirt and black trousers stood behind them. He was about the same age as Jean Grey, and over his eyes was a strange metal visor with a ruby red lens. He was in charge of the Vocational Activities Ororo was a part of, and he was not impressed.
And a Strange Figure Emerges.

"Rogue. All right. Well, I'm Anthony Edward Stark. Most people call me...well, Asshole, or Dickhead, or You Bastard. You can pick any of those, or if you'd like, just call me Tony." He started to fiddle around his workshop a little more, Rogue would probably hear the sound of metal clanking and things thumping around in the background. "Well, it's not every day I see a little raccoon thing with weapons and clothes that appears to be talking, so...I'm pretty sure no explanation is going to be conventional."
Easing back into life one step at a time