Main Roleplay

Artemis rolled his eyes, lazily shuffling back to his room. He was rarely ever in the mood to pay attention to students, and he especially wasn't going to do it when he's so far behind on the amount of sleep he should have gotten. Once he was in his room, he made sure to shut and lock the door, flopping back into bed and returning to his deep sleep.

Ace, despite having to wait in a line of other bitter and empty teenagers, finally got his coffee, which he drank as he wandered the mansion, waiting for Dorian.

Thea worked along with Ellis, wearing a grey suit with dark blue padding on her knees, elbows, shoulders, and chest. Her mouth was covered with a bandanna that could be zipped up, like it currently is now. Her red eyes flickered among the supplies they had left; not a lot. Thea made a mental note of how much they would be able to use depending on the severity.

Ellie sat in a corner, covered in grime and dirt for reasons unknown. Her uniform was simply purple armor with silver lining - similar to Thea's but she lacked the sleeves on her arms. She held her knees close to her chest and had her arms wrapped around her legs. Her eyes were glossed over.

There was only George now, and he wasn't much. He was standing, faced to a corner, and he was a mess. His clothing was torn, his face was scratched - by his own doing - and Alek was nowhere to be seen in the bunker. George was whispering things to himself, twitching slightly every few seconds. His once brown hair is now ashen, sticking in greased locks across his forehead.

Leia walked into the main room after Artemis, spinning Kasey's old bo-staff. She hadn't changed her uniform really at all, only changing the shorts for padded pants and the shoes for combat boots. Her teal hair was shorter now, barely fitting in the black ponytail that attempted to constrain it. However, she had kept the bangs. She spun on her heal, landing on her back onto the hard floor with a groan. "That hurt a lot more than I expected," she muttered, closing her eyes.

Ken sat on one of the boxes not yet in the main room. His chin rested on his fists with elbows on his thighs as his knees bounced up and down quickly. Ally paced in front of him. She had traded her usual skirts for black padded skinny jeans and padded long sleeve black v-neck shirt, the fabric covering the shoulders torn. Her hair was in a french braid as she threw up her arms along with releasing a frustrated groan. "I don't like this at all!" she stated, continuing her pacing.

"Ally, we get it. You've been saying this since the start," Ken replied bored manner, glancing up at his twin. "It would be a blessing to _everyone_ if you would stop."

Ally glared at Ken, huffing in frustration. Delilah phased through the walls, turning to wave with them with a smile before disappearing back through the other wall of the hall. She entered the main room, watching Artemis do his thing. "So uh.. anything I can do to help?" she asked cheerfully, smiling. In sorts, she resembled Kitty Pryde, her dark brown hair in a ponytail, her suit similar to the other phaser's. Well, before she was offed.. that is.

Anna followed Ace around, morphed into a wolf. She wanted to help, but wasn't really sure how. She decided the best way to do so was to sniff every door they came to, and maybe even corners. Better safe than sorry.

Rose approached George cautiously, her arms wrapped around herself in a hug-like manner. Her own twin, Elyse, was gone as well. She leaned against the wall beside him, closing her eyes as she received broken thoughts of everyone, except Artemis, in the bunker. She had grown much weaker in wake of her sister's absence, the hivemind they shared destroyed. Without it, Rose was a much weaker telepath, due to her and Elyse being highly dependent on one another. Her own uniform was torn, she not caring to repair it for a while. Her light red hair was pulled into a tight and high ponytail, she keeping that up without trouble.

"Not really." Artemis muttered, eyes darting between each crate, box, and backpack flying through the air, cautiously being flown into their proper places. "Check the place out, see if there's anyone else who needs it."

Ellis' own little corner had started to come into form, a small makeshift bed made with planks and boxes, surrounded by medical kits and supplies.

Meanwhile, Ace continued to check the locks, darting about in circles, checking each lock with such an intense eye that he surely hadn't missed anything. However, past experience had taught him to be as sure as possible. When he was physical, his left arm maintained its neon makeup, a substitute for a limb lost years ago. Once he was absolutely sure with each lock, he maintained a normal appearance, looking to Anna momentarily. "That... Should be okay."

Dylan works through numerous crates in boxes that sat in the far corner of the room, sorting out what little food rations they had, along with medicine and clothes. There was a small pile of clothes already started, most of it covered in dirt, and bodily fluids of origin he didn't even want to begin to think of.

As for medicine, there was three unopened bottles of tylenol, first aid supplies, like band-aids, burn cream, and gauze. Nothing too outstanding. The last of the high dosage pain killers, and healing ointment were used weeks ago.

Barely any food, they'd have to go back out and search the ruins of the city soon. Their last haul was decent, and it had kept them going for almost three weeks, but it was dwindling. Down to the bare minimum, extremely out of date soups and other varieties of food in cans and boxes, and even ramen that was out of date. Who would have thought. They were lucky to find a working water supply in the lowest region of the building, but who knew how long that would last.

After sorting through the remains of the crates, he turned around to see Ellie in the corner. He sighed and walked towards her. His hair was a greasy, dirt ridden mess, long and overly unkept. He had the start of a beard going on his jawline, and his clothes were in no better shape than those he had just sorted. His uniform consisted of a black leather jacket with tubes embedded into the sleeves and wrists, connecting to his acidic veins. A dirty, stained black armored undershirt, and military grade pants, with armored knee pads and shin guards. Fingerless gloves that probably hadn't been taken off in months, and dirty marine combat boots that were near falling apart.

Ellie had kept him sane through all of this, even though towards the start he had lost it numerous times, nearly killing a superior for reasons he didn't even remember, and almost killing himself when he nearly got everyone killed after a mental breakdown, in one of the most inconvienent places. He kneeled down in front of her, putting his hand under her chin and raising her head so that their eyes met. "You alright?" He asked, pain and suffering glinting in his face as he spoke.

William approached Delilah, hooking his arm around Delilah's shoulder. The two were still mutual, but that didn't stop William from trying to get some in the mutant apocalypse. He wore a black outfit; black pants with a strap to hold a hunting knife, a black bomber jacket with a black shirt underneath. Will had developed a scruffy beard by now.

He grinned at the two, "So, we're having fun, right?" William patted Delilah, "The X-Men and the Bad Guys, working together to not die!"

Dorian leaned against the wall of the cold, dank bunker. He hadn't grown much, in recent years, but I didn't really need to. Have long since abandoned the hair dye, his dark hair was messy and untamed, kept hidden by the hood of his formerly sleek, well-worn raincoat. It fell down to his ankles, at one point, but now the edges were ragged and worn. He frowned, watching Ellis, seeing a picture frame set up in the phaser's little corner.
He almost smiled, then. Almost. The permanent scowl he wore hid a lot of pain, ever since the world went to a dump there'd been no medicine for the nerve damage he suffered so many years ago.
Those strong, steely grey eyes of his flickered with attention as Ace's light winked out in front of them. He sighed. He didn't like it underground, so far away from the sky.
"Hey," he gruffed, toward Ace, shifting his weight a little. "How's the perimeter?" This was all an awful idea, awful plan, awful location-- but it was last of all three that they had. If they were found here, this bunker would become their tomb. Everyone kept calling what happened a war, but the truth far more grim. No, a war insinuates that both sides at least stood some chance of fighting back. There had been no war, so much the one-sided annihilation of an entire civilization.

Ace looked back, momentarily, from the last door he'd checked. Then, in a flash of pink and blue light, he was standing in front of Dori, still looking around, just to be sure. "Everything's fine, about as safe as I can manage." He shrugged, the vibrant, almost glowing pink hue of his eyes meeting Dorian's. His mutation had gotten out of hand somewhat, with the substance he relied on for power nearly overtaking some parts of him. That included his irises.
Besides his gaudily glowing arm, there was hardly any light in the bunker. The only other source was a dying florescent light near the 'main' doorway. "Anything else going on, with the team?"

Ellis had finished with his setup, as well as he could manage for the time, at least. He made sure the bare essentials were present, that including the few personal items he kept. He started on setting up the scene Artemis specifically requested, for no other reason than a 'last hope attempt' at keeping the team alive. Numerous collected belt buckles from fallen teammates circled the table, which Artemis approached once the supplies were emptied and organized.

It took Ellie a few seconds to break out of blurred vision to recognize Dylan once more, then nodded with his hand still underneath.

A few weeks before Eve had taken over Earth's biosphere, Dylan had proposed to Ellie. Of course, after years of dating, she said yes. The silver ring still glinted on her left ring finger, somehow persevering through the years. Those were the better times.

The good times.

"Are you okay?" Ellie inquired, observing the pain in his eyes. She was concerned for him. She knew from the beginning he was always the more delicate one than others, but she loved him.

"Holding in there. The somewhat normality of sorting through all of that, oddly seemed like that wasn't our reality. That this hell of a place isn't real. Like, like the games. You know?" He said, turning away to sigh. He moved his hand, now turning back to where he just was. "Just a blind hope in this sea of shit, I guess." He continued, shrugging as he looked down at the ground, looking back up to her briefly after.

Ellie understood, looking at her grimy hands. Days like these, it seemed as if there was nothing to live for. Now that she thought about it, what were they trying to accomplish. She turned her head to face Dylan again. Oh, that's why. Ellie reminded herself, even developing a small smile at the sight of the shaggy-haired lover before her.

"It feels like a dream."

Dylan nodded, catching her eyes with his and getting lost in them, like he did in the normal days, of their teenage romance just starting off. Study nights where they were deep into a lesson, and he'd look up as she was reciting something from the book, and just getting lost in her. Her voice, smile, eyes. Looking at her now, even if they were surrounded by destruction and loss, he would see the same eyes that he stared into during bored days in class, getting lost in thought, just being madly in love with this amazing girl.

"Pretty decent dream, since I'm still with you." He said, a small smile escaping as he finished speaking.

Matt sat alone in a corner, talking to herself in a quiet rumble of Russian words, the Russian had been traumatized by the death of her close friend, Jack Ripley, the history teacher. Matt whispered one phrase more frequently, as it was the last phrase she said to her grandmother on the phone before grandma Alexandrov had bee killed while talking to her precious granddaughter.
"YA lyublyu tebya , babushka , ya ne mogu zhdat', chtoby uvidet' vas"
That roughly translates to' I love you grandma, I can't wait to see you.'
The foreign pyro was covered in burns from accidental flames she had smothered on herself not wanting the flames to get out of control and hurt, or kill one of her teammates.


Scarlet Turner was quiet, she sat waiting for something to happen, anything, and as more and more days passed she grew impatient. Every once in a while, she would have to retain herself, she would let Insano just take hold for a while, and she would take a rest, She didn't rest from only what seemed like the end of the world, but the loss of her husband those years ago, when everything was better, and she didn't hurt so much, but now, at thirty-five, she felt everything, and even having his last name, Ripley, as too much for her to bear, so she was again, Scarlet Turner. Every day seemed like it was the same, and it seemed like all she did was sit and wait for death to take her and the rest, as she knew it was hopeless, but she always kept a fire in her eyes that never would have suggested her doubts, and she thanked god for the wall that had been put up in her mind, so that no telepath could hear her think, because she knew that if one could, they would see past her clever charade. She sent a half sad gaze at the two lovers, Dylan and Ellie, she was glad the two had made it this far together, but she knew it was just a matter of time. But at the moment, Scarlet stayed quiet and she sharpened her knife.

"Keep sharpening it and there won't be a blade left." Drake said as he entered the dirty room, dropping a large bag in the center of the room. He had been out gathering. A simple thing, only one thing was different about this run, he had left a month ago. Not heard of or seen from again. He walked right in like nothing was different. He wasn't the same joking, and dark Drake. He was so mentally scarred by what he had seen and done, he developed a type of deadpool personality. Only much more darker, you could visible and emotionally see how much he was suffering, knowing that he had done the things he had.

"Always the charmer." Ellie let out a small laugh. She was tired, very tired. Looking around her, at Artemis, Ellis, Ace, Leia...

She shook her head. Ellie couldn't give up, not if they were giving it their all and she just... dropped out. Ellie didn't have much else to say.

Scarlet said nothing, just like she hadn't for the past twenty three months, she looked at the blade, blew on it and tilted her head slightly, she put it into the sheath that rested on her side.

Matt looked up and half smiled at Drake's entrance, "Babushka!" she said, addressing the man as her grandmother, "You returned home!" she met him with a tight hug, and quickly sat next to Scarlet,

"You didn't think I'd be back? I wasn't gone thatlong." He said, returning the hug before she sat down. He took of his jacket, a ripped and tattered leather jacket that belonged to his only friend, Lucas. Who had been killed in the early years of this hell. His undershirt was ripped and covered in dried blood and sweat. His arms and back even more scarred than usual, now reaching up to the bottom of his neck and jawline.

He gestured toward the bag. "That should be enough to hold you all for a good while." He said, popping his neck and pacing around the room, so tired that he was sure if he ever sat down again he'd die from the pure exhaustion that he was suffering from.

Artemis inspected the area briefly, before laying on the bed prepared for him. On his back, he kept his form as straight as a board, entering the depths of his own mind. For the first time in ten years, his mind opened up entirely, preparing itself as offering for the entity he'd summon.
As Ellis watched, Artemis' eyes shut, only to open in seconds, revealing pure white orbs, staring directly at the ceiling. He'd began projecting himself, leaving his body without consciousness as his 'true' form shot through the limits of the bunker, past the atmosphere, and into space.
The smallest spark of a starting fire erupted on his astral form's chest, as the psychic call was made for the creator of all life.

Scarlet looked behind herself, she stood up, making her way over to Drake, pausing for a second before returning to her task and patting his shoulder, "Welcome back," She said after her eyes had turned red, she was insano now, Scarlet had not talked. Matt peeked her eyes over the top of the couch and watched Artemis do his thing.

Wrapping a scarf around his mouth, Sebastian slowly scoured the streets for safety. Ever since his sister's death, he's become a broken man. His hands no longer felt the sting when he used his gifts, leaving for his powers to improve. However, in a world so oppressive, how could he even think of such a thing? As he reached for his cigarette case, he realized that it was empty. Shit, Sebastian thought, before reaching for his cell phone. After examining the rolodex, he decided that his safest bet was Ally.

Dialing her number, he waited for four rings, before it is revealed that she was unavailable, Sebastian held the phone to his ear, "Listen, I...I don't know where I am. Or where you guys are." Looking around for his security, Sebastian continued, "I'm somewhere in Greenwich Village, by the old fountain. However, this security of this area is uncertain. Therefore, I may need to go dark. Look for an arrow in the ground." After this, he shut off his phone, sliding it into his trench coat. Crouching with his back against the fountain, Sebastian ignited his index finger. Slowly, he traced an arrow in the ground. As it glowed, Sebastian rushed in the direction, as accentuated by the arrow. BOOM!, the cobble was turned into rubble and dirt as the arrow remained.

"We're a huge group of depressed young adults," Leia said loudly as she stared at the ceiling. "This is so... depressing." Over the years, she had lost what little filter their was in her mind, only saying what came to mind. Time was too precious to waste thinking of what to say.

Rose looked to George. "Muttering won't do you any good, you know," the Irish muttered hypocritically, turning her attention back to the wall. "Moping is..." she didn't bother finishing her sentence, trying to think of something else to say.

Delilah grinned, putting her arm around William. "Hell yeah." She looked around the room, letting out a huff. "Things to do in a world like this is limited, but there has to be something. Got anything?" she asked, looking up to Will, grinning a bit at the awkward beard. Well, awkward in her opinion.

Anna wandered away from Ace, morphing back to explore the bunker. She wore skinny jeans with tennis shoes and a sweatshirt. She was much taller now, coming to about 5'6, and was quite lanky. Her hair was a bit darker, but the red was still prominent as were the curls.

Ally stopped pacing, sitting next to Ken. "What do we do?" she muttered, placing her head into her hands. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"

Learsi was wearing his black hoodie, with a black T-shirt and black ripped pants, and black army boots. His plain silver medallion had began to change into a bronze color. Learsi dreads were messed up, and needed to be twisted, though they did grow down to the length of his elbows. He kept his face, hair free, through he sometimes failed.

His skin has scars from battles before, one running up his arm, and more on the other. His powers have progressed and became more powerful. He always felt a type of thing in the back of his head, and it would piss him off from time to time. He only got along with the X-men.

Since the day Eve took control, Learsi remembers every memory over the past ten years. It wasn't a popular gift that wasn't a mutation. It would haunt him over and over in his head, and in his dreams.



Learsi sits on the floor, his legs crossed. Wooden building blocks would float around, engulfed in black fire, as learsi hands would tilt from time to tome, control them. His fingers would play around, bending, as he concentrated with golden irises. Now, whenever learsi uses his telekinetic powers, his hair would float around, as if there were no gravity. Learsi, seems half concentrated on the blocks, and on his powers. His brain sickness would kick in from time to time, and he would do stuff like this.

Sebastian's ears caught onto the sound of crackling. As he further progressed in his venture, he noticed that the city grew darker increasingly. Entering a building, Sebastian discovered an adult with the hairstyle that he used to rock: dreadlocks. The man was sitting on the floor, levitating a few bricks. With a small grin, Sebastian stated, "You know, I used to wear my hair like that."

Learsi hands and fingers became more active, moving gracefully, hearing Sebastian voice. "Really now??" he says. His hair, free of gravity, plays around as learsi turns his head to look at the man. "That's very interesting. . ." Learsi eyes were wide open staring at Sebastian, his golden irises keeping their lusts. He turns back toward the blocks, and grins slightly.








[His hair movement; with dreads]
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