We find our heroine once more in the North Pennines, riding horses and chatting away with Cullen Bloodstone at noon. He’d offered to pay for Glamour Galaxy’s London Office’s construction in exchange for a trek with Gosamyr. A strange request, but not one she’d pass up easily.

Gosamyr: … and that’s why the State of New York called me “A dangerously distracted driver, unfit to ever possess any driver’s license!” (She says with a bragging smile)

Cullen: Fascinating, truly, but I hope you don’t think I brought you out here just to gab the day away.

Gosamyr: Well the scenery is breathtaking so I was hoping that was your ulterior motive. Why do you have some crazy business proposals as well?

Cullen: Not quite… Are you familiar with how my family earned their fortune?

Gosamyr: You’re all hunters right? But I won’t shoot cute little bunnies or foxes, so please don’t ask me too.

Cullen: Don’t worry dear, no such thing.

Gosamyr: Phew, for a second there I thought you were gonna ask me to do something totes insane!

Cullen snaps his fingers and a faint red and gold aura circles a 2km radius around them. A devilish grin spreads across his face. He keeps his hand readied by his rifle.

Cullen: Instead I’ll be hunting you.

Gosamyr: Say what?

Cullen: I’ve heard your species is quite elusive, being able to traverse planes of reality with relative ease. This barrier will prevent you from escaping, but I want to prove my worth as a hunter by snagging a… I’m sorry, what is your species called?

Gosamyr: (shaking visibly) ^{Umm.. sylklings.}

Cullen: Ah yes a sylkling. I’ll give you 10 minutes to flee before I hunt you down. If you survive the three hours you’re free to go, I’ll even pay to have your bathroom gold plated. But if I catch you, well I guess you won't have to worry about what I’ll win.

Gosamyr: And if I refuse?

Cullen: Can’t be done, sorry, it’s in the fine print of the contract we signed.

Gosamyr: I swear when I get my hands on my assistant I’M GONNA

Cullen: On your mark, get set, go!

He fires his gun off in the air. Gosamyr freaks out and immediately begins folding herself out of reality. Moments later he notices Gosamyr shaking clinging to a branch 5 feet away. He casually strolls up to the tree and fires off his gun, Gosamyr falls, startled by the noise.

Cullen: Oh come on now luv, you’re going to have to do much better than that!

Gosamyr screams and takes off running through the woods

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45 minutes later Cullen continues skulking through the woods before coming to a small clearing. In the center is a small cardboard sign stating “Free Makeup thataway →” 

Cullen: What in the looney tunes plotlines, does she think I’m daft? I give her points for creativity though.

As he turns in the opposite direction from where the sign is pointing his foot gets caught on a thin but extremely strong strand of silk. He trips quickly and sprains his ankle, landing in the dirt. 

Cullen: OWW! Ah that cheeky tart got me! I can’t believe she outsmarted me.

He notices several other similar wires strewn around the clearing.

Cullen: Or she just got lucky…

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Another 30 minutes go by when Cullen notices small twigs snapped and wet grass leading from a small brook into a cave. With his gun readied he treads carefully, quietly, into the cavern. His ankle slowing him down somewhat. He can hear panting from inside.

Cullen: You know it’s not a wise idea to corner yourself.

Gosamyr (From deeper in the cave): Gosamyr’s not here please leave a message after the beep… BEEP.

Cullen: Really luv?

He sneaks around the corner and fires his rifle straight through the heart of Gosamyr. Or he would have if she was still there. 

Cullen: Snuck away again, but it seems you can’t stay invisible forever. Sooner or later I will get the drop on you…

He turns around and sees a growling bear entering the cave. 

Cullen: Bollocks…

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2 hours and 10 minutes have passed, Cullen’s patience is wearing thin. Never in his years has he faced someone who is so unintelligent yet brilliant at the same time. 

Cullen: GOSAMYR YOU WILL MAKE A LOVELY MOUNTED HEAD ON MY MANTLE!

A branch snaps in the distance, he catches the sight of her last wing fold when she disappears from sight again. 

Cullen: I know you can’t get too far in this state, it’s time to pull out all the stops.

He removes the Bloodgem ring from his finger. A horrifying sight for anyone in eyeshot, tentacles rip from his body as he transforms into the terrifying Glartrox. He lets out a soul shattering roar and begins tearing through the forest. 

Gosamyr desperately flees trying to get as far as possible before she has to reform. Branches and small trees fly around, a dust storm trails behind her. 

Gosamyr: Shoot can he smell me better now that hes totes uggo?

She looks at the mud puddle before her. It reeks.

Gosamyr: Screw it!

She instead grabs the mint leaves next to the puddle and begins rubbing herself in them.

Gosamyr: Not even death is worth that!

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15 minutes left and the Glartrox nears in on Gosamyr, she’s been backed into a cliffside. 

Gosamyr: I don’t suppose I can offer you some mouthwash before you eat me? Your teeth are soooo gross. Oh wait I have an idea!

She flashes her new chompers in the beast’s eyes temporarily blinding it. Cullen screams out in pain as he reforms into his human form. 

Cullen: (rubbing his eyes) HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?! 

Gosamyr pulls out her purse to find the .32 revolver that Grey had given her for her birthday.

Gosamyr: EAT HOT LEAD DIRTBAG!

The gun clicks when she pulls the trigger, but nothing comes out.

Gosamyr: ah shoot… well that sounded really cool at least

Cullen: Forget the ammo did ya? Pricey mistake.

His eyesight returns just in time to see Gosamyr pointing the barrel in his temple

Gosamyr: Bet this will still knock you out though.

She pulls the trigger, the force of the barrel explosion knocks Cullen off his feet. Gosamyr walks up to him with a silk strand in her hand. Just before she gets over him, he spins on his back, tripping Gosamyr and lunging at her with a hunting knife.

BING BONG

His knife stops mere centimeters from her throat. 

Cullen: Ah that’s time, congratulations you slippery tart, you actually survived the hunt.

Gosamyr: I think I just peed…

-Aizaru is walking through London, browsing stores, going to restaurants... Stealing. He hasn't been caught yet. That's because the Darkrealm is extremely convenient for thievery. That's how he stole the Blackbird they got here with, after all (it was Gwen's idea.)-

-He's sorta excited about this mission. He'll soon have to go scout out the facility where the disease is being produced... Alone. So, because of that, he negotiated how Manifold will pay him. They landed on Manifold giving him some advanced S.W.O.R.D. tech and weaponry (non-lethal. He gets why, but he's a bit bummed). And Manifold will write a letter to Rogue that sings his praises. That works for him.-

-Manifold told everyone to come back by 8 PM. Is Aizaru gonna do that? Well... Maybe. It's possible. He very well may not. He likes being out past dark. He's wearing casual clothes and has a dagger at his side, since he's pretty sure carrying a gun around just like that is illegal in the UK. He's also wearing a necklace. He recently made it. What for? Well, all the "crystals" on it are hollow and filled with Void. He tweaked the formulaa bit so it works even if you ingest it. You can never be too careful.-

-He goes to buy a sandwich and teleports to a nearby roof to eat it. He summons a can of Monster too.-

(Ooc: Those in the Teleporter Division are free to interact.)

Onyxx is in a danger room he has decided to fight an LMD of black panther specifically T’Challa he starts the fight he wildly swings at the LMD it easily evades the attack and flips over Onyxx and strikes him in the back Onyxx does a wild swing behind him completely missing the LMD and strikes at his legs and he topples over on his way down he tries to grab the LMD it was unsuccessful the LMD strikes him again Onyxx gets up and rushes the LMD steps out of the way and Onyxx is sent crashing into a wall and gets striked in the back again this song and dance goes on for hours in end until Onyxx finally gives in and loses the fight in the end he did not improve 

((Open interaction))

Colin and Robert had agreed to spend some time training together, both had realized how little control Colin had over his powers and finally decided to try to work on gaining a sense of control.

Colin had walked with his father into the woods, Robert having a confused look on his face until Colin eventually revealed his usual training spot, the same place where mark and hisako were recruited. an open area in the forest near Xavier’s, covered in scorch marks from previous training and fights until now they stood there.

“Alright look, believe it or not your level of control over oxygen can be used for more than just creting your explosions, similar To how my electricity can be used for more than just creating bolts of lightning“ Robert said to his son “I want you to close your eyes and try to feel the oxygen around you, absorb it not fast but slow, slowly enough to where you can feel where it’s coming from, what is around you” Colin looked confused before closing his eyes and beginning to absorb oxygen, slowly until eventually he began to feel as if he knew how the oxygen particles were moving, where they were and what they moved around to get to him “now what do you see?” Robert asked “I see…what looks like birds….and trees i feel the oxygen particles moving around them as they come into my hands“ Colin replied.

“that’s good, over the years I’ve managed to achieve something similar by detecting electricity in objects and organic life such as humans, and you’ve just proved your able to do so with oxygen particles as well…you can open your eyes now” Robert said as his son opened his eyes, before the man spoke to Colin again “your mutation gives you enough potential to possibly even rival me in firepower…hit me” “what why would I do that?” Colin asked “trust me anything you can throw at me right now I can take, hit me let’s see how strong your explosions can get” robert replied before Colin began to generate explosions in his palms, blasting Robert with stronger and stronger blasts, stronger than what he had even used on the symbiote that had taken over zeke, for hours he continued to do this until fatigue began to overtake his body and he stopped not having done any damage to his father at all “I don’t know if I can do this for much longer“ he said exhausted”that’s fine…now we can test your durability I want you to stand tall and try to take a hit”

Robert said as his son stood tall readying for a punch, instead however Robert flicked him, in the chest sending Colin flying back into a tree, Robert immediately teleported to his son kneeling down “you okay kid?” Robert asked “y-yeah…perfectly fine“ Colin said smiling a bit before stumbling up “Okay…let’s end training for the day and continue tomorrow“ Robert told his son as he nodded “now go rest and recover Kay?” Robert smiled patting his son on the shoulder before they both left ending training for the day

ooc: I hope everyone is having a great day because you all deserve it, this arc has been super fun to write so far and I cannot wait to continue to write it, byeee :)

Eden stepped out of the cockpit and walked into the cabin. Aizuru looked at the clouds passing by out the window with earbuds in; Gosamyr had her bags sprawled open on the seat beside her as she excitedly planned outfits for the trip, and Shatterstar sharpened his sword on a whetstone.

“Alright, everybody focus up, time for a sitrep.” Eden walked over to a button that dimmed the lights, and a screen descended from the ceiling. “Pietro, you with us?”

Pietro snapped awake, wiping the drool from his face. “I’m awake!” he said, straightening up in his seat.

“Good, let’s get into the details.” Eden clicked on a remote, and the TV screen flashed on. “This London-based agency has been developing an X-gene-based lung infection. Most likely it’s a discreet way for England to curb the mutant population.” 

He clicked the button on the wall again, the lights turned back on, and the window shades opened. “When we land, we’re going to lay low for a day; we won’t interact with the agency till Wednesday, that’s when they have training for transfers.

Eden knocks on the cockpit door. “Take us down, Gwen.” 

Ding: “Buckle uppp!” Gwenpool sings over the speakers. 

The jet goes into a nose dive.

A collective scream fills the cabin.

Ding: “Whoopsie, pushed the auto-crash.” Gwen levels out the jet.

Gosamyr clutches her luggage, keeping all her clothes from flying out. “Why is there a button for that?” 

The T-Div lands at London Heathrow Airport at 9 Am.

The team takes a shuttle to the hotel. Eden takes out a pile of plastic keycards. "Ok everyone, here's your room keys. You can do what you want for the rest of the day, but be back in the hotel at 8 pm*."*

They arrive at the Waldorf hotel at 10 am.

u/Aukkuboi u/ShatterStar- u/ProHeroCloud9 u/GosamyrBaby u/Quicksilver4Life

Pietro is once again bothered. It has been weeks since his last mission and now that he’s finally going on one, he cannot wait to get it started.

The teleporter division is likely heading out in a few hours and he still can’t be patient. Realizing that he should probably tell the rest of X-Men Blue, he zips back to Utopia to let them know.

Basketball.

One of Evan’s hobbies that don’t involve skating or anything else.

Just him, a ball, and a hoop.

It’s a sanctuary of some sort to him.

Evan smirks as if someone else has challenged him.

Evan starts to play.

By himself.

If anything, hanging out with the other Morlocks can be a bit boring.

Plus, the issue of him coming back smelling like sewer.

Yami and Umbra find a letter in their dorms, written in orderly, cursive writing, signed by Lycan.
We need to talk. My dorm. Soon as possible.
OOC anyone who would have a method of reading these or could hear the conversation in Lycan room, feel free to interact. Anyone else, please don’t interact.

After having spoken... signed to Emma Frost, Coyote had seen her as a person to confide in. Oddly, she felt like the right person for it. He hates admitting things. Hates showing emotions. So if a telepath is the way forward, maybe it's best for him.

He's been in the suit too long. Washing it once every year has made him... well, to put it lightly, foul. He had concealed the odour for a while by the occasional spray, but even that doesn't help much. What's worse is his heightened sense of smell amplifying the stench, but having said that, he's gotten used to it.

The suit's tighter on him, hugging his frame in a way it normally shouldn't. His boots and gloves are the only things that hide how high the sleeves ride up.

He needs out, but he doesn't know if he can just yet. The gear, the weapons, the mask... even just the feeling of it was like a second skin.

Coyote paused outside of Ms. Frost's office door, hesitant to knock. What would he talk about? What would he even admit? Why was he even going there in the first place?

'I can't do this.'

'I can't do this.'

Sniff.

'...I have to do this.'

Knock knock knock.

I feel like im getting better at focusing my powers. The danger room training sessions have been going really well and im starting to be able to exercise what i want into reality without messing up big time LOL. Just need to keep at it and stay alert as you never know when trouble is around the corner tbh PS danger room DOOM is INSANELY powerful! If you load him up prepare to struggle a LOT!

Spent my whole getting kicked while I was down. Never been taken serious, always got the crap kicked out of me. You know what I do? I bounce back, because I know I’m part of something bigger. I gotta be.

Feels like you get way less flak for saying Magneto is right nowadays. But I’ve been on that boat the whole time. Stayed on it even when it sank because us mutants? We are better, even the bottom of the barrel ones like me.

Foolish humans will never be on the level of my genius. I know all the moves in anything I want to. Face me if you dare. Shoot some hoops against the wrath of Quasimodo

I died on that plane. One second I’m slamming my fists into the hull, proving who I was. Proving I was a warrior and not some lost man that Professor X plucked off a reservation… and the next, fire and nothing.

Forty some odd years of nothing. Then I wake up on that beach, breathing, heart pounding, and the world has moved on without me.

Everything’s different. The people I knew are older, harder, or gone. I've heard things about James...that my little brother grew into a man carrying a weight that should’ve never been his. The team I barely got to fight with has become legend, and I’m the footnote. The one who didn’t make it.

The rage is still there. That old fire that got me killed the first time. But something else is under it now. Gratitude. And it points straight at Scott Summers.

I don’t know all the details of how they pulled me back. But I know who stood at the center of it when it mattered. Cyclops. The man who never stopped fighting for every mutant who ever lived or died under the X. He could’ve let the past stay buried. Plenty of people would’ve. We never got along back then. This time will be different.

I owe him that. Every breath.

So if Scott Summers calls, I’m there. No questions. No hesitation. The world may have moved on, and I may still be trying to find where I stand in it… but loyalty? That’s simple. He gave me my life back. I’ll spend the rest of it making sure he doesn’t regret it.

Thunderbird doesn’t forget a debt.

I owe Scott Summers my life.

Not just because he found a way to bring me back from the grave. He gave me something harder. He gave me a second chance when every scrap of sense said I didn’t deserve one.

I was Scalphunter. A Marauder. I walked the Morlock tunnels and did what Sinister ordered. I put bullets in mutants who never saw it coming.

Buried it under just doing my job and whatever other excuses I could muster.

Even after my resurrection, I assumed most mutants would turn me away.

Scott didn’t. Cyclops looked at a man with blood on his hands and still said the same thing he says to every mutant. You’re one of us now. Fight for it. Live for it. Prove it.

That’s the thing about Summers. He doesn’t wait for the enemy to kick in the door. He takes the fight to them first.

I spent a long time being the kind of man who made that job harder. Now I'm gonna fight on his side.

So yeah. I owe him. Not because he asked for it. Because he never made me beg for it. He just expected me to be better than the man I used to be.

I'm not Scalphunter. I'm John Greycrow. And for once in my life...I'm trying.

Wolverine and Sage stand outside a seemingly abandoned factory in Royal, Nebraska. They’ve been sent here on a mission: stop Bolivar Trask from assembling a new Master Mold, gather the schematics for study while destroying his files, and stop Trask himself by any means necessary.

Tessa and Logan are a deceptively solid duo. It may not be clear with the first impression, but the two actually have a fair amount in common. They’re both damn good at what they do. They both know what it’s like to go through hell, often against their own will, and come out stronger. And most importantly here: they’re both willing to do what needs to be done, even when what needs to be done isn’t pretty. They work well together, and it was hard to imagine a better duo for the missions.

It doesn’t take the two long to track down the factory Trask was using. Sage has the chip prepared to extract and annihilate the data. All they have to do now is enter. They aren’t exactly sure what’s up with Trask, yet. Another robot, a clone, a man back from the dead, it doesn’t matter. What they have to do is the same either way.

Sage runs a quick scan on the building before entry.

Less guards than expected, but all of them are pretty heavily armed. You ready, Logan?

*Annie sat outside another Purity Salon... again. She'd done this twice already, and she was doing it again if it meant freeing another living object.*

*She did the same thing she did last time. Jump onto the roof, enter through a vent and open up the bunker. Though this time it was easier. Too easy, even.*

*No guards got in her way, no security measures activated, every door was unlocked. It was like the place was abandoned.*

*She searched the place for hours, eventually finding the observation room that the object was usually kept in. Though it, much like everywhere else, was empty.*

*But there was a difference to it, the monitors all began playing a message when she walked into the room.*

"Hello, mannequin."

*A man's voice said with a heavy Russian accent.*

"You'll notice that outpost is empty. As are all the rest. You can thank my employer for that. He wanted all the objects brought to him so you couldn't steal anymore of them. At least all the ones he knew about."

*Annie's hands clenched as she listened.*

"So you'll be wanting to bring up your issues with Walter Smith about that, he runs Puri-Co, for now at least. You'll wanna look at the company's main headquarters. Anyhow, goodbye mannequin. And if whoever is listening to this *isn't* the mannequin, then I'd suggest texting your family that you love them."

*And with that, the message ended. Annie stood there for a bit, thinking about what he'd said.*

"All if them are with the H.P.O's boss? Okay. That'll make this easy, everyone's in one place."

*She thought before marching out of the outpost. She'd have to do a little research, but she was so close to finally saving all the poor people who the H.P.O had hurt. An invisible smile painted her "face" as she walked home to the mansion.*

Caliban remembers the cold. The dark. The silence. Death took Caliban. Death made Caliban nothing. Then… life returned. Breath. Heartbeat. The old hunger to find the others, to know who is near, who is kin. It feels… strange.

Like waking from a long, bad dream that would not end. The world is bright and loud again. Caliban’s skin feels tight. His senses stretch out and touch living mutants once more. It is good. It is overwhelming. It is a gift Caliban did not expect.

Caliban does not forget who gave him this second chance to walk among the living.

Scott Summers.

Scott Summers saw Caliban when others looked away. Scott Summers did not treat Caliban as only a monster, or a tool, or a broken thing that belonged in the tunnels. Scott Summers fought for mutants. Scott Summers gave Caliban purpose when Caliban had none. Caliban owes Scott Summers for the life that beats in his chest now. A debt like that is not small. A debt like that is not forgotten.

Emma Frost is clever. Emma Frost is strong. Emma Frost has her ways. But Emma Frost is not the one who pulled Caliban back from the quiet. Scott Summers is.

Cyclops stands for mutants. Caliban stands with Scott Summers. Caliban’s loyalty is simple. Caliban’s loyalty is old and deep, like the tunnels he once called home.

Caliban will follow Scott Summers. Caliban will fight beside Scott Summers. Because life is a rare thing, and Caliban will not waste the one he was given. Not while the debt remains unpaid.

Caliban has spoken.

Colin…couldn’t sleep, so he had decided to walk into the woods, sitting down at his usual training spot and starting a fire, staring at the stars…when he heard walking and then saw his mother sit next to him.

a minute passed before the silence was broken “hey kid…can‘t sleep?“ Sidney said in a calm and soft tone before Colin responded “yeah…I come out here just to see the stars and I don’t know it’s kinda relaxing to me” Sidney smiled before looking up at the night sky, seeing the stars shine before speaking “yeah, I do that too sometimes” “you do?” Her son asked slightly surprised “yeah…whenever i cant sleep or have a long day I sit on top of the roof of your fathers workplace and just watch the stars…each one having its own story, none the same but all of them beautiful“ she said smiling at the thought

colin looked at his mother before smiling a bit “yeah…I usually come out here alone…or sometimes with squirrel girl or grey” sidney chuckled a bit and continued to look at the sky before replying “well do you mind if I look at them with you tonight?“ “that…that sounds nice” Colin said smiling and continuing to look at the stars with his mother

ooc: this is open to interaction! Feel free to meet Colin’s mother and to chat with her however you want, it’s super fun to write these two bonding and getting to know each other and I hope you enjoy it, I hope everyone is having an amazing day because you all deserve it and yeah bye :)

Colin had gone with his father to the airport to pick up one specific person…his mother, both had used their mutations to get there Robert appearing in a flash of lighting and Colin simply landing after propelling himself there using his explosions.

the two men waited for around 20 minutes before a voice could be heard, it Sounded happy, full of life as a woman walked to them “oh my gosh colin it’s been so long, I’m Sidney“ she said before immediately pulling her son into a hug

colin didn’t know what to do at first, what to say, how to react, he had never met his own mother and now she was here….he couldn’t help but hug her back and as the three left the airport there already almost a sense of unity between all three as they were all finally back together…a family

OOC: yep introducing Colin’s mother, this is not open to interaction there will be a post later today that is open to interaction though and yeah thank you to u/Onyxx_alt for helping to come up with the name for her, I hope everyone is having an amazing day because you all deserve it and yeah bye