I need a new God of Fire.I mean, I don't NEED one, but it would be nice.of
those x-men who aren't gods of something, who fits best? .Your choices are
Synch, Skin, Mimic, Cannonball, Chamber, and M. I loved Caliente's
suggestion of Chamber being some sort of communication god.He's mute so it
was kinda funny. Cannonball as a god of strength? That has
potential.everyone has to review and tell me what they think!!
Also, I hope to update soon, like tomorrow, but I don't know if it's going
to happen, just be patient.
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Phoenix, traveling in Jean's body, flew over the world she had created. She was aware, superficially, that she had created it all and had taken joy in its creation. Now she was looking forward to its long and agonizing destruction.
Flying below her, hiding in the clouds waiting for her to land, was Archangel. He had left his realm of darkness and evil to find the one who had killed the God Pyro. He smiled. Such a God as Pyro deserved what he got, not joining Archangel's quest to destroy and/or control the Pantheon. Archangel had hoped to use Storm and her dominion over the Earth to gain control, but this was an opportunity to good to pass up.
Jean, supreme goody-two-shoes, had finally snapped, as Archangel had hoped that she would. What the God of Hell hadn't counted on was Jean going so magnificently evil. That was the best news he had all day.
Jean finally spiraled into a landing in a ravine surrounded by rock and little else. Archangel landed gracefully before her. Jean's face contorted into a mask of surprise, a flicker of her old self, before it was scrunched into a mockery of a smile. "Archangel, how nice to see you again."
Archangel blinked. She was still lucid, and she could still recall her past. He smiled to himself; this would be wonderful. "I've come to offer my services to my Queen," he said with a mocking bow.
Jean laughed, a harsh and dark sound, "And you think I need your petty 'services?'"
Archangel nodded, anger beginning to grow in his chest. "You may be powerful, but you are not invincible."
"And what do you think to offer me?" Jean asked. Phoenix was thinking rapidly; maybe she could use this arrogant puppy.
"I have armies of the dead, beings with unclean souls that are trapped in my realm. I could also offer you control of my demon hoards." Archangel said all of this with an air of superiority.
Jean gritted her teeth, she'd show that stupid child who was superior here! A small smile curved her lips, "I may take you up on your generous offer, but what do you want in return?"
"I want the Earth and Storm," Archangel answered quickly.
"I thought you had a lover, a wife," Jean asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I want to be worshiped, not to destroy all life on Earth. I need Storm for that. But you can take care of her children," Archangel shrugged.
"Wolverine?" Jean's voice quavered. Before this horrible possession the God of Beast had been a close friend of Jean's. But before the real Jean could continue that thought, the mind of Phoenix slammed it into oblivion. In the small portion of Jean's mind that she retained she was screaming.
Archangel watched on, oblivious to the silent battle of wills taking place inside Jean's mind. "Do we have a deal?" he asked callously.
His simple and callous statement drove Jean back into the recesses of her mind and Phoenix answered with Jean's voice, "Most definitely."
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Storm shuddered. To listen to Meggan talking about a dear friend like Jean talking about callously murdering her sons was too much for her to bear. "She agreed," she whispered.
Meggan walked over to the Goddess of the Earth and put a slim arm around Storm's dark shoulders. "It's not really Jean," she whispered. "We can fight this."
Polaris joined Meggan at her sister's side. "We don't have a choice now," the Goddess of Magic said quietly. "It just harder when you know the person who is hurting you." All while she was speaking, she was projecting an aura of magical power that was giving her sister strength. Since it was something she could control, she simply continued to give Storm her energy.
Storm sniffled, "She hasn't done anything yet." Suddenly her head came up and there was a fire burning deep in her eyes. "I'll be damned if I'm going to let whatever it is in Jean hurt anyone," she said it so fiercely that Sage, standing a few feet away smiled. "That's the spirit."
Destiny spoke, "We have to get started. The longer we delay, the more of a chance Jean and Archangel have to succeed."
"Then where do we start?" Storm growled.
"The obvious answer is sending me to Cyclops as quickly as possible," Mystique answered.
Storm stared at her, "Right, of course." Walking quickly over to the Goddess of the Night she put her mouth to Mystique's ear. After a moment Mystique nodded and disappeared.
"Why can't the rest of us kno'?" Rogue asked.
"I'm trying to respect his privacy," Storm answered with a frown at the Goddess of Nobles. "We all need a place where we can find peace, and that is his. I won't take it from him."
Rogue nodded, "Fair enough."
Destiny sighed, "So about the plan?"
The Gods assemble started, and a weak chuckle swept through the crowd. "Right, so what do we do about Jean?" Storm asked, the fire still burning in her eyes.
"We can't kill her," Meggan stated simply. "She's too important."
"If we can't kill what do we do?" Colossus asked.
"We just have to keep her distracted until Cyclops can snap her out of it," Meggan answered.
"Tha's it?" Gambit asked incredulously.
"Unfortunately so," Destiny replied. "Cyclops is the only one who can help her."
Domino asked quizzically, "How can you know that?" At Destiny's glance she blushed, "Right, Goddess of the Future. I got it."
A small smiled curved Destiny's lips, "I should hope so."
"So we just keep her distracted? What if Mystique can't get Cyclops together in time?" Psylocke asked.
"Then we're doomed," the Fates replied.
"Damn," was Psylocke's only reply.
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Phoenix, traveling in Jean's body, flew over the world she had created. She was aware, superficially, that she had created it all and had taken joy in its creation. Now she was looking forward to its long and agonizing destruction.
Flying below her, hiding in the clouds waiting for her to land, was Archangel. He had left his realm of darkness and evil to find the one who had killed the God Pyro. He smiled. Such a God as Pyro deserved what he got, not joining Archangel's quest to destroy and/or control the Pantheon. Archangel had hoped to use Storm and her dominion over the Earth to gain control, but this was an opportunity to good to pass up.
Jean, supreme goody-two-shoes, had finally snapped, as Archangel had hoped that she would. What the God of Hell hadn't counted on was Jean going so magnificently evil. That was the best news he had all day.
Jean finally spiraled into a landing in a ravine surrounded by rock and little else. Archangel landed gracefully before her. Jean's face contorted into a mask of surprise, a flicker of her old self, before it was scrunched into a mockery of a smile. "Archangel, how nice to see you again."
Archangel blinked. She was still lucid, and she could still recall her past. He smiled to himself; this would be wonderful. "I've come to offer my services to my Queen," he said with a mocking bow.
Jean laughed, a harsh and dark sound, "And you think I need your petty 'services?'"
Archangel nodded, anger beginning to grow in his chest. "You may be powerful, but you are not invincible."
"And what do you think to offer me?" Jean asked. Phoenix was thinking rapidly; maybe she could use this arrogant puppy.
"I have armies of the dead, beings with unclean souls that are trapped in my realm. I could also offer you control of my demon hoards." Archangel said all of this with an air of superiority.
Jean gritted her teeth, she'd show that stupid child who was superior here! A small smile curved her lips, "I may take you up on your generous offer, but what do you want in return?"
"I want the Earth and Storm," Archangel answered quickly.
"I thought you had a lover, a wife," Jean asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I want to be worshiped, not to destroy all life on Earth. I need Storm for that. But you can take care of her children," Archangel shrugged.
"Wolverine?" Jean's voice quavered. Before this horrible possession the God of Beast had been a close friend of Jean's. But before the real Jean could continue that thought, the mind of Phoenix slammed it into oblivion. In the small portion of Jean's mind that she retained she was screaming.
Archangel watched on, oblivious to the silent battle of wills taking place inside Jean's mind. "Do we have a deal?" he asked callously.
His simple and callous statement drove Jean back into the recesses of her mind and Phoenix answered with Jean's voice, "Most definitely."
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Storm shuddered. To listen to Meggan talking about a dear friend like Jean talking about callously murdering her sons was too much for her to bear. "She agreed," she whispered.
Meggan walked over to the Goddess of the Earth and put a slim arm around Storm's dark shoulders. "It's not really Jean," she whispered. "We can fight this."
Polaris joined Meggan at her sister's side. "We don't have a choice now," the Goddess of Magic said quietly. "It just harder when you know the person who is hurting you." All while she was speaking, she was projecting an aura of magical power that was giving her sister strength. Since it was something she could control, she simply continued to give Storm her energy.
Storm sniffled, "She hasn't done anything yet." Suddenly her head came up and there was a fire burning deep in her eyes. "I'll be damned if I'm going to let whatever it is in Jean hurt anyone," she said it so fiercely that Sage, standing a few feet away smiled. "That's the spirit."
Destiny spoke, "We have to get started. The longer we delay, the more of a chance Jean and Archangel have to succeed."
"Then where do we start?" Storm growled.
"The obvious answer is sending me to Cyclops as quickly as possible," Mystique answered.
Storm stared at her, "Right, of course." Walking quickly over to the Goddess of the Night she put her mouth to Mystique's ear. After a moment Mystique nodded and disappeared.
"Why can't the rest of us kno'?" Rogue asked.
"I'm trying to respect his privacy," Storm answered with a frown at the Goddess of Nobles. "We all need a place where we can find peace, and that is his. I won't take it from him."
Rogue nodded, "Fair enough."
Destiny sighed, "So about the plan?"
The Gods assemble started, and a weak chuckle swept through the crowd. "Right, so what do we do about Jean?" Storm asked, the fire still burning in her eyes.
"We can't kill her," Meggan stated simply. "She's too important."
"If we can't kill what do we do?" Colossus asked.
"We just have to keep her distracted until Cyclops can snap her out of it," Meggan answered.
"Tha's it?" Gambit asked incredulously.
"Unfortunately so," Destiny replied. "Cyclops is the only one who can help her."
Domino asked quizzically, "How can you know that?" At Destiny's glance she blushed, "Right, Goddess of the Future. I got it."
A small smiled curved Destiny's lips, "I should hope so."
"So we just keep her distracted? What if Mystique can't get Cyclops together in time?" Psylocke asked.
"Then we're doomed," the Fates replied.
"Damn," was Psylocke's only reply.