"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. You probably want to dump all those bags first, right? The bedrooms are just upstairs."
Iceman lead Pixie up the grand staircase, and to the right side, where they came upon an auburn haired woman in her thirties, waiting for them.
"Oh, hello. Megan, Vice Principal Grey. Jean, Megan."
"Do you even know where her dormitory is, Bobby?"
"Hey, I'd figure it out."
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Jack Magnus cruised down the streets in his black Ford Mustang, disgruntled about the long trip but happy to at least have an iced mocha. As he kept his eyes on the road, he spotted something bizarre in his rear-view mirror. What looked like a big red and gold robot was flying not too far above the streets, just out of vision for all but the most perceptive drivers on the city's streets.
Disregarding all traffic safety laws, he pulled over onto the sidewalk, as pedestrians on the street narrowly avoided getting hit, and swung out of the car, taking his Remington Model 870 shotgun out of his heavy, concealing longcoat. Without any hesitation, he pumped the gun and fired a bean bag round at Iron Man. It was a futile effort. Even if it hit, it would have no effect on Iron Man.
edited 30th Aug '12 8:47:16 AM by TailsDoll
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"It had not been The Sandman's morning.
To start with she'd collapsed (still in costume mind you) the moment she'd gotten indoors and slept until long past sunrise. It tended to happen every now and then - spend enough time working 30-hour days snd every now and then your body tells you to shut up and sit down. Frustrating, bur unavoidable.
What's more the vision had been really bad. She'd written it down as it didn't seem related to anything immediate (something about a man killing his brother over and over, on what looked to be some kind of farm) and gone about her business.
At which point the Prowler had been caught in a jam that seemed longer than the damn road.
But she was finally outside the 22nd Century building.
Pausing only to straighten her hat and look around furtively she stalked into the building.
Time to pay her new partner a visit.
The sound stage was a little tidier than usual as the Sandman went inside. As she reached the area with the temple style structure, she saw Mysterio lounging on the side, still in costume mind you, staring at the diamond on the podium.
"I see you have returned. Took you long enough. By the way, I haven't seen the Chameleon yet. How long does your knockout gas last for?"
And a Strange Figure Emerges.The purple and green car soon stopped in front of an old cafe. Harley opened her door, left her car, and opened the door for Joker to leave. She even held out her hand so Joker could hold on to her, but the clown simply slapped the hand away and walked out of the car by himself. And he was still grinning. The two quickly entered the cafe (and Rocket could clearly see Harley pulling out a revolver before entering the cafe), and the sound of chatter could soon be heard coming from inside.
Megan smiled and nodded her head. She closed her eyes for a moment as colorful light shimmered from her back. Slowly her multi-colored wings faded into view, the spell hiding them no longer in place. She gently hopped into the air as her wings beat furiously, keeping her floating in the air. "Thats much better." She said as she flew her bags into her room, set them down, and flew back out.
As Megan dropped her bags in her room, she suddenly heard a voice in her head.
Megan Gwynn, this is your new principal, Professor Charles Xavier. I apologize that I cannot greet you in person yet, but allow me to wholeheartedly welcome you to the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning.
And a Strange Figure Emerges."Hrnh."
Sandman leant against a pillar and folded her arms.
"But of course, I am not here to discuss your employee's whereabouts. We already have work enough to do without locating him."
She looked to the diamond.
"Tell me, have you thought on how you plan to return the diamond?"
Ivan was having a nice breakfast for himself, feeling in a pretty good humor. Last night was very successful, a group of vigilantes was assembled, he didn't have to work alone anymore, the Big Man had a storm coming his way. "Today is going to be a good day" he thought to himself
edited 30th Aug '12 8:38:42 AM by Sanojutsu
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.Rocket slowly flew down to the roof of the cafe and landed. He hid his jetpack and scurried to edge of the back of the building and quickly climbed down. He then hid under a nearby dumpster and scanned the area, finding the backdoor into the kitchen. As he waited for it to open he found a rather large cockaroach to distract whomever came out the door with.....
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Sir, I do believe someone on the street just fired a gun at you.
"What? Where?" Tony turned his head to look, as the HUD of his helmet flitted a small blue target around before fixing on the guy standing on the side of the street, holding a freaking shotgun. "God, I don't have TIME for-,"
Sir, he could be part of the group that abducted you and Ms. Potts.
Iron Man seemed abruptly slam to a halt in the air, flinging his hands and feet forward so the blue repulsors stopped his forward momentum, a few panels flipping up from his back to also put up further wind resistance, and he turned in the air nearly as fast, flying at high speed straight for the guy, looking for all the world as though he intended on driving himself right into his apparent attacker.
Easing back into life one step at a timeJack Magnus, in pure terror, let his shotgun fall out of his hands and ran as fast as his little legs could take him. He was nowhere near as fast as Iron Man was. He was like a deer in a heavy black leather longcoat trying to outrun a bullet, in red, gold, and blue. It wasn't going to work at all. Before he could dive behind the scenery to safety, he put his foot on the ground in a bad way as he dashed, and sprained his ankle, stopping him in his tracks.
"OHGODNOPLEASE!"
The other pedestrians and the cars on the road flocked away from Jack like he was a walking target for a nuclear bomb. As he held his injured leg, he could only stare back at Iron Man, his miserable life flashing before his eyes. Was this how it was going to end? After having his entire childhood squandered and ruined by a bunch of metallic men, was it just going to end with another one murdering him?
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"

The man shrugged, a lazy, devil-may-care smile on his face. "I try. You must be that, uh, new student that was coming this week. Maggy something...?"
And a Strange Figure Emerges.