r/BaxterBuildingNY

OOC: Open interaction, and a chance to say hi, or complain about Johnny if you want ^^

Warren spent hours discussing with whoever would listen to set up the medical equipment and storage. Once this was complete, he gathered the students for a presentation.

Hello, student body of the mansion. My name is Warren Worthington III, and I recently rejoined the faculty body. In light of recent... "unwanted exposure," I overheard the idea from a concerned student and decided to provide my backing towards a noble venture.

Starting today, the Emma Frost Blood Drive will be available for all willing volunteers who want to help our vampiric colleague and friend. Simply go to Dr. McCoy and ask to have your blood drawn. I myself will be the first one to donate blood. Once we have twenty bags collected and stored, Herr Wagner will teleport the collection to Ms. Sage before teleporting out to ensure his safety while the next batch is prepared.

If you have any questions, I will take them up front. Yes, written notes of compassion will also be accepted with any blood donated.

Johnny shoved his bedroom window open. The air came rushing in as he flashed the city a grin. Yeah, this is much better.

Flame on.

Instantly, fire spread across his body, engulfing him in flames until the Human Torch shot out of his bedroom window, rocketing out into the sky and cutting between buildings with ease.

He dips down low over the city, spinning once for no reason other than just to try and impress people. A group of kids erupted into cheers as he passed by, which to he answered with a quick loop through the air, leaving a trail of flames that formed a “4” before giving them a salute. He flies off, slowly this time, his flames settling as he flies closer to the ground, flashing pedestrians a wink and a smile as they took pictures.

Alright, lets be social for 5 minutes. Who wants an autograph?

OOC: this is interactable and I got permission from the former Torch to play as him.

Just not really having fun here anymore or doing much so all my characters are up for grabs

Hey there. I’m Carol Danvers. Former U.S. Air Force pilot, current cosmic heavyweight, and the one they call Captain Marvel.

I didn’t ask for these powers, but an explosion of Kree energy rewrote every cell in my body. Now I can fly faster than a missile, hit harder than a freight train, and throw photon blasts. Among other things..

I’ve gone from pushing jets past Mach 5 to trading punches with gods and protecting entire planets.

I don’t wear this suit for glory. I wear it because someone has to stand between the innocent and the things that go bump in the dark across the universe. I’m stubborn and I don’t quit ever. If evil is looking for a fight, it just found one.

So yeah… I’m THE Captain Marvel.

And if you’ve got a problem that needs solving?

I’ve got the solution right here in my fist.

Again. In a span of a day or two. First by Magus, now by...

Phyla's eyes widen, as sge slowly remembers more and more of her last moments

"Oh Pama... I released Thanos! That's who killed me! I thought--... just how meny indirect deaths am I responsible for? How much time has passed since then?!"

Phyla looks around, she's still in Sacrosanct, in the Universal Church of Truth, at the same room where she opened the cocoon, thinking it will save Adam, only to be pulverised moments later by Thanos.

Once again, the pain I felt, overshadowed by the wave of disappointment. I failed everyone...

"I have to find Heather."

Phyla flies out of the church, steals a spaceship from an unsuspecting alien, and flies out, trying to contact any psychic she knows, or even doesn't know

"Heather? Adam? Mantis? Whoever who can hear this, my name is Martyr, I died some unknown amount of time ago, I just got out of Sacrosanct, I need assistance!"

*Vulcan levitated down from the sky, directly in front of a new supervillain. He had just been in New York for a bar, but he may as well do the whole superhero shtick for a bit.*

*Yawn* “Alright buddy, let's make this quick, yeah? I don't exactly wanna spend too long listening to you… ramble…” *Gabriel trailed off a hand coming up to hold his temples.* “You have proven your power to use, you need now prove your worth as a weapon.” *A voice rang out in Vulcan's head.*

*His eyes glazed over, and in the next moment, the superhero shtick was done. Vulcan moved forward, no shockwave, no burst of fire, just movement. His hand grabbed the villain's face, and squeezed. The human skull is one of the strongest bones in the body, that didn't matter as Vulcan's hand crushed it like it wasn't even in the way.*

*The villain dropped and Vulcan floated back up into the air. He looked around, one word searing into the front of his mind:* “Burn”.

*10 minutes passed, 10 minutes of that one word. Once his minutes were up, he came to, mind clear of whatever had happened. Around him, 4 city blocks had been leveled, god knows how many were hurt.*

Across the endless dark of the universe I ride, a gleaming sentinel upon my board. Stars wheel in my wake. Worlds rise and fall beneath my gaze. I have seen the birth of galaxies and the silent death of suns. I have borne witness to the fleeting spark of mortal hope... and the cold hunger that devours it.

I am Norrin Radd no longer. I am no longer the herald. The scout. The silver shadow that precedes the Devourer.

Now I have a new purpose. I bear witness to the Universe..and I protect its most delicate.

There is beauty in this Universe of cold darkness..that beauty is in life, and what people choose to do with it.

They call me Nova.

The Human Rocket. The champion of the Nova Corps. Richard Rider, Earth guy who got handed the keys to one of the galaxies strongest powers.

I blast through the black at speeds that make light look lazy. Stars streak past in a blink. Galaxies unwind behind me. One second I’m dodging asteroids in the Andromeda cluster, the next I’m back in New York eating a hot dog before it gets cold.

I’ve been a champion, a herald, a prisoner, a soldier, and sometimes just a guy trying to keep the people I love from getting vaporizd. The Nova Force runs through my veins like liquid starfire. It gives me power I still don’t fully understand… and responsibility I can’t walk away from.

So yeah, I’ve seen things. Ancient empires crumbling. Black holes singing their hungry songs. Friends lost to wars bigger than planets. But I keep flying. I keep fighting. Because somebody has to.

I am Kallark. The Gladiator. Praetor of the Shi'ar Imperial Guard. Enforcer of the eternal space. Majestor of the people. In the endless expanse, where stars are born and die in the blink of eternity, I stand as both guardian and a weapon.

My strength can sunder worlds, my speed outpaces light itself, and my gaze burns with the raw power of a supernova, yet these gifts weigh upon me.

I have shattered moons and broken planets not in rage, but in solemn necessity. I have crushed threats, wondering each time what purpose the universe still holds for one such as I.

Duty is my constant companion, a quiet fire that never dims. Loyalty to the Empire had been my creed for so long. I have fought against the tide of darkness. Chosen, again and again, to be the shield that preserves order amidst chaos. For the throne, for the harmony of the stars, and for all that must endure... I will face whatever comes.

Name's Lucas Bishop. Born in a future that ain't worth remembering, a world burned down by the very hatred that already plagues you in the present.

They marked me a criminal for being born different. Branded me. Chased me even through time itself.

But I don't run from fights. I welcome them. Every blast, every bullet, every ounce of power they throw at me… I make it mine. And I send it back tenfold.

I'm here to make sure the future I came from never happens. If that means standing with the X-Men, I'll stand. If it means burning down anyone who tries to put a collar on mutantkind… I'll do that too.

You got a problem with that?

Good. Step up, and take your best shot.

I am Beta Ray Bill. Korbinite. Warrior. Champion of the stars.

I was born on a world that no longer exists, a people who fled the fire of Surtur only to be hunted across the cosmos. When all seemed lost, I faced the trials of Asgard and proved worthy of a hammer forged in the heart of a dying star.

Stormbreaker.

With it I have shattered armies of demons, stood beside gods, and driven back the darkness that would consume everything. I am no Asgardian by blood, yet I fight with their fury and honor their oaths. Thor calls me brother, and I have earned that name in blood and storm.

I do not seek glory. I seek survival for the innocent and justice for the fallen. Where evil rises, be it from the fires of Muspelheim or the cold void between galaxies, you will find me standing in its path.

And while I draw breath, the weak shall not go undefended.

I’ve always believed that there’s no problem that can’t be solved and that extends into the very goal I have now. When I woke up in the early morning, I had an idea and my natural instinct was to act on them as soon as possible… so I did. I’ve been working on a device that helps me traverse/observe from our home-earth of 618 to the countless others that span across the entire fabric of reality. I have reason to believe that other Earths have seen to solving their struggles and if I can see what exactly they did differently, they could serve as potential ideas to solve everything with enough revision.

People tell me that my mind is a gift or that there’s nothing I can’t do but the real truth is that I need to make the world a better place, and while I’ve failed countless times in the past, this is the chance to finally provide that. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for, space-time inside the Bridge moves at different intervals so hours inside could mean seconds or minutes in the real world but, hopefully, I’ll only be gone for a few moments. With the harness on, I take the steps towards the veil of the great unknown and grab the console that’ll let me peer behind the curtain.

Computer, begin scanning in accordance with pre-selected parameters…

Engaging the visualizer.

VARIABLE SPACE-TIME.
VARIABLE SPACE-TIME, COMPRESSING…
COMPRESSING…

SCANNING COMPLETE.

Good.
Now, tell me how many of those realities, similar to our own, have enacted some type of plan to “fix” the Earth’s problems during, roughly, the same period of time.

12,435,018.

Of those, how many resulted in a conflict within nations worldwide?

3,008,296.

And of those, how many resulted in a peaceful resolution?

418.

Please feed them into my brain.

Once I put on the helmet, images of Earths like ours flash everywhere and I couldn’t help but be astonished at a fraction of the sheer vastness reality holds. Sprawling from Earth-155, Earth-3490, Earth-26 and so on, but from just these modules alone, I’ve noticed there was one constant in them: I acted alone. Yet, it can’t be simple enough for any one man, let alone me, to solve it by his lonesome but it can’t be that simple, can it?

I dived deeper and deeper into other worlds to see if collective efforts would result in better outcomes, however, the results only seemed to grow worse and worse. Worlds where I see allies fall fighting a greater evil, worlds where the ambitions of others cause the planet’s demise, worlds where I see the ambitions of my alloes are too much and I have no other choice but to…

ENOUGH!

I toss the helmet in frustration, billions of worlds are in my brain and most of them end with unacceptable outcomes. My conclusion is ultimately the same, it’s too late to change what’s passed…

…But there has to be a way. Various thoughts rush to my head and my mind comes back to the one constant in my original search. What if… I could solve everything on my own, what if I didn’t need to compromise for inferior ideas, what if I didn’t need others to interpret my 100 ideas?

Is this arrogance…
or is this honesty meeting responsibility?

I sit alone in the silent beyond, coming to terms with that perhaps I don’t need anyone else. The truth of the matter is clear to me, there’s only one person who has the intelligence capable to answer all the difficult questions. I’ve hidden behind a curtain of humility all of my life and as a result, I’ve hidden away from my responsibilities and duty as the known universe’s most brilliant man.

Computer, begin powering down the bridge…

I’ve failed everyone in the past, but now, I’m going to fix it.

Switching off the visualizer…

…Wait.

Computer, one final projection before we shut down.

Eliminating all previous parameters, how many other instances have there been requiring similar technology to your own…

How many other bridges have been built?

PROCESSING…
PROCESSING…
PROCESSING…

141.

The Bridge opens once more, three figures stand before me with their visage obscured. They don’t seem to be hostile, so I approach them slowly.

“Let me guess, you want to fix things.”
“We can help you with that.”

Who are you?

“We’re just like you, Reed.”
“And we’ll be waiting when you’re ready.”
“But don’t take too long, there’s no telling how much worse things can get.”

Then suddenly, they disappeared, leaving me in the darkness of my lab. I ponder on dismantling the machine but I ultimately don’t. A few moments later, I enter my idea room and begin writing in the walls, the mere existence of other like-minded people finally made it seem that a perfect world wasn’t so distant. The world we inherited is full of problems but now I know what I have to do to finally make things right...